Time to get funky, homosapiens. Del The Funky Homosapiens' "Time is Too Expensive" drops the beat... and a massive man comes through the curtains with long
hair and long tights. He looks almost like Big John Studd, but somehow "darker."

JENNY JERSEY: The following match is set for one fall. Introducing first, he stands six-feet eleven inches and weighs three-hundred forty-five pounds...
fighting out of Atlanta Georgia, he is JJ NICKELS!

Nickels glares at the fans on the way to the ring. The man seems distrustful of everybody around him as he steps OVER the top rope into the ring. The Mexican
fans seem awed by the big man.

ROB MARTINEZ: Our first look at JJ Nickels, Rex, and all I can say is "wow." Six-eleven, three-forty five... this is the biggest man ever to grace a REBEL
ring, even outstripping the colossal KRENSHOV.

REX CALIBER: He got a couple inches on Kenny, he's bigger than Matt Kurtis, bigger then Cuzin Zeke, bigger than that chump Murcielago who's going to get
his ass kicked later tonight, bigger than that senorita I picked up last night!

The music fades and the attention is drawn to the entrance. Unholy guitar riffs raise the hair on everybody's neck...

JENNY JERSEY: And now, accompanied to the ring by Jeff James! Standing six-foot four and weighing two-hundred forty-five pounds, from Hollywood Florida...
THOMAS YOUNG!

Demon Hunter blows the speakers and out walks exactly those two men. Jeff James with a slight limp seconding his older brother Thomas Young. They head to
the ring to a mixed reaction from the crowd.

ROB MARTINEZ: Thomas Young making his first appearance in a REBEL ring since he was embarrassed by Stylin' Kyle Roberts back at TBA. I have to say, it's
a surprise to see Jeff James and Thomas Young together - especially after what Young along with Prince Darko did to Jeff James earlier in 2007. You yourself
fought Jeff James in the War On Crime!

REX CALIBER: Yeah I did, and Static ended his wrestling career! I don't know why Young is hanging out with this bum, he don't need him. Thomas Young and
Prince W. Darko were the best tag team next to the OG CRIMES NAPW or REBEL, he don't need his punk younger brother tagging along.

ROB MARTINEZ: One thing is for sure, both of these men will be looking to make their mark here tonight. JJ Nickels would love a convincing win in his REBEL
debut, and Thomas Young has an awful lot to prove to REBEL fans continent-wide. But how is he going to fare against this giant?

Both men are in the ring, Jeff on the outside corner for Young. Young and Nickels eyeing each other as referee Dale McDonald calls for the bell to start
the contest. DING DING DING.

Young and Nickels circle slowly, then Young cuts in and throws a shot to the breadbasket of Nickels, stunning the big man. Young tries throwing some more,
backing Nickels into the ropes. Irish whip, but Nickels doesn't want to go. Young tries again, but Nickels isn't budging... and he just shoves Young down
on his ass with raw power. Young blinks but gets up, trying to get around the man. Nickels almost looks amused before he drops the boom down across Young's
shoulders. Young struggles to stay on his feet, Nickels brings his forearm down across the shoulders again and this time Young goes down to the canvas
in a heap. Nickels picks the man up roughly, grabs him with two hands and then simply, literally

throws Young halfway across the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: That's two-hundred forty-five pounds JJ Nickels just tossed across the ring like it was so many styrofoam dumbells!

Young gets up but Nickels is there and sends him back into the ropes with a big shot. This time it's an Irish whip and Young goes flying into the ropes,
but he ducks the clothesline by Nickels! Young rebounds again and launches a flying forearm that staggers JJ Nickels. The near seven-footer is off-balance
and Young hits him again, again, backing Nickels into the ropes... Young gets some momentum and charges --- back dropped over the top rope to the floor
THE HARD WAY. And now JJ Nickels steps over the rope and drops off the apron, taking this match to the outside.

Jeff James shouts at his older brother, yelling "right behind you" as Young tries to pick himself up from the hard landing. He's gone through bloody matches
with The Foundation but that was a hard landing from a big height. Nickels picks Young up and drops him sternum-first across the guard rail. Young's face
a mask of teeth gritted through pain, arms crossed over his chest. Nickels looks out over the crowd. It's difficult to read his exact expression, but it
isn't really pleasant.

REX CALIBER: This JJ Nickels been toiling in shit wrestling promotions for ten years, this is his first chance at a good fed and damned if I ain't impressed.
ROB MARTINEZ: Thomas Young spent most of the week calling JJ Nickels a "rookie," a "kid" even though Nickels has a few years in age and experience on Thomas
Young... and frankly, Rex, I don't think Nickels appreciated that.

WHAM! Nickels slams Young back-first across the steel ring pole!

REX CALIBER: Yeah, and I don't think Thomas Young appreciated THAT.

But Nickels isn't done yet, he's still got Young in his arms... again RAMMED into the steel ringpost. JJ drops the man down to the concrete in a heap. Pure
power from JJ Nickels and he has Thomas Young in a world of trouble. Nickels gets back into the ring. Young can't get counted out, but he's not doing so
well on the outside. McDonald pokes his head between the ropes and asks Young if he wants to continue. He gets a pretty definitive "no," as Young struggles
to his feet and rolls back into the ring. Nickels stomps him, then picks him up over his shoulder... nailing a high-impact running powerslam, right in
the center of the ring! Thunderous impact and Nickels makes the first pinfall of the match for one, two, no, Young kicks out.

Nickels pulls Young up with a handful of hair and hoists the man over his shoulder again. Towards the corner, snake eyes on Young right into the top turnbuckle.
That one's going to hurt. Nickels measures his man and drops a big elbow drop right across the chest, then covers for one, two, kick-out.

ROB MARTINEZ: Thomas Young has not had an answer for the size and strength advantage of JJ Nickels. I don't know how much left he's got in the tank.

REX CALIBER: With that bruiser pounding on you, I don't think it can be a lot, but Thomas Young is a damn scrapper. But hell, I'll agree on that one. There
ain't much longer Young can last if this keeps up.

James trying to rally his brother, shouting encouragement/direction, but Young is swaying on his feet. Nickels hits the ropes, going for Double Nickels
on the Dime, his version of the Polish Hammer --- Young manages to duck out of the way! He kicks the back of Nickels' knee, bringing the big man down to
one knee, and then hits the ropes --- SHINING WIZARD connects! Nickels doesn't go down, Young hits the ropes again, SHINING WIZARD #2! JJ Nickels still
not down, gets up, back down to one knee... SHINING WIZARD #3!

ROB MARTINEZ: Thomas Young finally takes JJ Nickels down the canvas, there's a cover one, two... Power out by JJ Nickels!

REX CALIBER: Young could turn this match around, but he gotta do it right now. Any wrestler in this business gonna tell you that on the canvas, everybody's
the same size.

ROB MARTINEZ: I think you just hit upon of Thomas Young's biggest problem in this match-up. How is he supposed to hit some of his biggest moves on a man
this size? Shades of Death, the Young Cutter, all useless! Thomas Young has to keep this on the canvas and think outside the box... but can he do that?
Young seems to agree, as he continues to attack the knee of JJ Nickels. JJ almost up, Young kicks the side of the knee and knocks him down to the canvas.
JJ grabs the leg and drives the elbow right into the side of the knee. Does it again. Young grabs the leg --- Nickels pulls the leg in and shoves Young
away with huge strength. Young comes back in again, Nickels kicks him away. JJ is getting to his feet as Young tries to get in to take out the knee again,
CLUBBERING BLOW. Young gets knocked loopy. Nickels limping on his feet tries to come at him, drop toe-hold! Nickels goes down awkwardly, and then Thomas
Young shows that he has been watching the right wrestling tapes in preparation for his return...

by locking in the figure-four leglock.

REX CALIBER: If JJ Nickels can't stand, he can't win a fight. WHOOOO! Right from the playbook of Carolinas' own wrestling legend!

ROB MARTINEZ: Ric Flair?

REX CALIBER: No, "The Sexellence of Sexecution" himself... myself!

ROB MARTINEZ: ... Thomas Young has the figure-four in the middle of the ring, and JJ Nickels in tremendous pain. The question is, will the big man submit?
Not yet, but the grimace on his face tells the story. That leg has been damaged by Young's assault and now it's being torqued for all it's worth. Young
holding on, but Nickels' does have one saving grace. His legs are so damn long, he's not so far from the ropes. He reaches out, can't make them. Young
applies more pressure, and for a split second Nickels looks like he could give up... but he pushes on the canvas with his hands, then reaches out and grabs
the bottom rope.

ROB MARTINEZ: Thomas Young not about to let go of the hold, trying to do as much damage as he can to the legs. Referee Dale McDonald calling for the rope
break though!

REX CALIBER: What's he gonna do, disqualify him? This is REBEL RULES, Robbie!

ROB MARTINEZ: McDonald can't DQ Young, but he also doesn't have to recognize a submission made while in the ropes. Young can't win the match if he doesn't
let go of the hold.

REX CALIBER: Yeah well, your mom.

ROB MARTINEZ: She'd like you to call once in a while, you know.

REX CALIBER: ... whaaaaa?

Finally Young detangles his legs from Nickels. Both men are starting to show the effects as this match goes longer. Young has the advantage right now however,
but he seems like he needs a moment to get his energy back and isn't able to go right back after JJ Nickels. The big man manages to get to his feet, favoring
the right knee considerably. Young comes in and gets at the knee again. He grabs it, looking for the figure-four again --- Nickels jams his thumb in Young's
eye! Young stumbles away, holding his face. Nickels follows up with a big shot to the side of Young's head, followed by a kneelift. Hammer blow! Nickels
leans against the ropes, then limping forward gets enough momentum to still deliver a thudding clothesline that drops Young like a bad habit.

Nickels leans back against the ropes, and for maybe the first time in the match he shows an expression. Unfortunately for Thomas Young, that expression
is one of anger. JJ Nickels has had enough of Thomas Young. Young is trying to get up, and Nickels storms in and drives a huge kneelift right into the
side of Thomas' head. Young crumples, but that's not enough for JJ Nickels. Fireman's carry?

REX CALIBER: GUT CHECK!

ROB MARTINEZ: JJ Nickels just flung Thomas Young up above his head, and Young came crashing down stomach first onto Nickels' knee! That could be the match
ender right there, a cover one! Two! Thomas Young gets the shoulder up in the nick of time.

REX CALIBER: He might maybe should have stayed down, Rob, I don't like the looks of this next one!

ROB MARTINEZ: You probably won't like the looks of THIS either.

REX CALIBER: What're you --- what the hell is he doing here?

ROB MARTINEZ: Murcielago has come down the aisle and he's coming right for you, Rex! I don't think he wants to wait for our main event to get his hands
on you!

REX CALIBER: What are you talking about, hands on "me"? I ain't Mr. Mexico! Hey -- hey! Yeah you come on here, you want to start something?

Both men in ring trying to recover from the long match, but right now the attention of the crowd is on the big Murcielago, the man who will face MR. MEXICO
in tonight's main event. Murcielago is talking trash to Rex Caliber, throwing some trash towards former Crimes-member Young as well. Jeff James has come
over and is keeping an eye on Murcielago.

It looks like Murcielago and Rex might just come to blows, former student vs mentor, but then referee Dale McDonald yells for Murcielago to get the hell
away from ringside or he'll boot him out of the building! Murcielago looks angry, but he does not want to lose his chance at Mr. Mexico later tonight.
"You'll get yours 'old man'" Murcielago says as a final parting shot to Rex. Caliber is still standing up, but manages to compose himself enough to sit
down... in the ring, JJ Nickels is up. Thomas Young is NOT.

REX CALIBER: Just you wait, you dumb piece of trash, Murcielago, ALL I DID WAS TRY TO MAKE HIM BETTER. Thanks I get man! Ask Prince Darko! I can bring a
man to the next level, that punk Murcielago says I dragged his ass down! YEAH RIGHT!

ROB MARTINEZ: Be that as it may, we have a match in the ring that is developing into a classic right before our eyes! These two men have put it all on the
line, but what's happening right now?

REX CALIBER: I'll tell you what's happening, Murcielago saw this big JJ Nickels and said, damn, I'm scared of him.

ROB MARTINEZ: While I doubt that, JJ Nickels just dragged Young towards the corner, and... oh my God, he can't be! The near three-hundred fifty pounder
is... is climbing to the top rope! It can't be! He looks like he's going for a moonsault! Jeff James is yelling for Thomas to get up, he knows it'll be
the be the end!

REX CALIBER: It'll be the world's BIGGEST moonsault, Martinez, and Thomas Young'll be the world's biggest pancake after!

The crowd is wide-eyed at this huge man on the top rope! Can he really hit this move?

We'll never know, because Thomas Young with a desperate burst of energy gets up and shoves the back of Nickels' legs, the hurt one giving right out. JJ
Nickels falls square on his balls right on the top rope, and that has to hurt! Thomas Young is breathing heavily, he doesn't have a lot left in the tank
after this grueling match-up, but he's got enough to climb up behind Nickels... what the? He's going to try to back suplex the big man! No good, Nickels
is too heavy, even if he's distracted by the pain in his "boys." Young tries again but really, what's he going to do? Nickels starts fighting back! Back
elbow takes out Young! Nickels trying to stand up on the top rope --- hope the ring holds up --- Wait a minute! Young trying to stand up behind JJ Nickels,
he can't hope to --- what the --- Young trying to back suplex JJ Nickels ...

THEY BOTH GO OFF THE TOP ROPE!

And JJ Nickels LANDS on top of Thomas Young. He rolls off on instinct, Nickels himself took some impact. But Young is squashed! Nickels finally throws an
arm over to cover ONE! TWO! TH---

SHOULDER UP!

And the crowd goes crazy! For Thomas Young? What the crap?

REX CALIBER: That's my boy, mother---

ROB MARTINEZ: Thomas Young gets the shoulder up... despite being squaaaashed by JJ Nickels! And this match has taken the toll both men! OH MY GAWWWWWD!
REX CALIBER: Gimme a new damn beer, I just spilled mine cheerin'!

Nickels can hardly believe that, but Young isn't exactly "springing to his feet." Nickels pulls his man up and RACKS HIM! FINAL SOLUTION --- Young somehow
slips out behind! He jumps on Nickels back with a sleeper hold, latching on for all he's worth, but Nickels just leans forward and dumps Young on his ass.
Big boot knocks Young to the ring apron! Young holding the top rope, Nickels shoves it and sends Young flying to the floor...

AND THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE TABLE!

ROB MARTINEZ: OUR TABLE! THOMAS YOUNG JUST EXPLODED THROUGH OUR TABLE!

REX CALIBER: I JUST SPILLED ANOTHER BEER! BARTENDER! DOS CERVEZA!

ROB MARTINEZ: Our table is gone, Thomas Young is not moving on the outside, and here comes JJ Nickels back to the outside. He isn't coming to discuss the
quality of the water!

Nickels, limping still, comes out and grabs Young. Young looks to be out on his feet, he's just dead weight. Nickels hoists Young up and bundles him into
the ring. Almost a look of sympathy on his face. Just a flicker. Nickels gets in the ring, Young is down in a heap. All it's going to take is one big move...
Nickels grabs Young by the tights, pulling him up. It looks like he's setting up for Civil Disobedience, the Border Toss style powerbomb! But... Young sags
down in a heap, head down to the canvas. Nickels looks down, maybe he should just pin Young and put him out of his misery. Nah, that wouldn't be style.
Nickels grabs Young by the back of the tights again and pulls him back into powerbomb positionnnnwaitaminute INSIDE CRADLE! ONE! TWO! ... THREE!

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of the match... THOMAS YOUNG!

JJ Nickels sits up, an expression of shock on his face. Shock and anger.

ROB MARTINEZ: Thomas Young is out on the canvas, he's spent, but he had enough left in him, just enough to take advantage of a split-second hesitation on
the part of JJ Nickels and it was enough to get the three-count. What a huge victory for Thomas Young to start 2008!

REX CALIBER: He remembered all my advice from last summer, and forgot Jeff James' bad advice of the last week and BAM. He gets the win.

ROB MARTINEZ: JJ Nickels is not too happy with that decision, but it was a clean three-count. I don't think Thomas Young will EVER forget JJ Nickels after
this punishing match-up, however. A tremendous debut for JJ Nickels, but it is Thomas Young who picks up a huge singles victory... will it be the first
of many or was this just a fluke? The coming months will be telling for the former tag champ.

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Supremacy
01/15/2008
Zamunda Street Fight: Prince Darko vs Murcielago

ROB MARTINEZ: Our first match of this evening is going to start not inside the squared circle, but outside the freakin' building!

REX CALIBER: That's because it's a Zamunda Street Fight! The only way to win is by pinfall or submission!

ROB MARTINEZ: And if that wasn't enough, this match is being shown in numerous strip clubs in the local area thanks to the wonders of closed circuit television!
REX CALIBER: Who says REBEL isn't classy? Now let's go outside!

The scene changes from ringside to just outside the REBEL Arena. A horde of REBEL fans are standing in a circle around the two combatants. Murcielago and
Darko. The referee asks both men if they're ready and after getting the okay from the warriors signals for them to

GET! IT! ON!

Darko and Murcielago stride right up to each other, Darko looking up and talking smack to the larger man. Murcielago pie faces Darko away and tries for
a big right hand! Darko ducks underneath and lands a one two punch to the ribs of Murc! Another wild swing by Murc and again Darko uses his speed advantage
to avoid the shot and drive in two of his own, again to the ribs. Murc backs off and this time Darko charges in only to take a knee to the mid section
that stops him cold! Murc drops an elbow to the back of the neck and then belts him into the crowd! Several fans go down with Prince Darko on top of them!
From the crowd Enzo appears and hands a chair to his client Murc! Darko is getting to his feet, shoving fans aside and takes a shot across his cranium!
Darko collapses again as Murc holds the dented chair above his head! From nowhere Enzo is attacked by Mr. B! Murcielago simply watches the two managers
brawl through the crowd before turning his attention back to Darko.

ROB MARTINEZ: Uh REX? What if one of those fans that Darko just kicked in the face sues REBEL?

REX CALIBER: Hey we warned 'em! I can't help that they're stupid.

ROB MARTINEZ: I'll remember that when we end up in civil court.

Murcielago drives the chair into the ribs of Darko, doubling him over. Another brutal chair shot, this one across the back, which leaves Darko on all fours.
Murc sets up the dented chair as best he can and pulls Darko to his feet. Murcielago hooks Darko and to hit his Defcon One onto the chair! At the last
second, Darko shoves him off and Murc lands hard ass first onto the pavement! Darko folds up the chair and cracks it across the back of the rising Murcielago!
A chair shot to the head from Darko! Another! Darko drops the demolished chair to the ground, hooks Murc and nails a DDT! Instead of going for a cover
Darko mounts Murcielago and starts to pound away at a cut above his right eye! Blood is gushing from the wound and Murcielago manages to shoves Darko off
of him. Darko yells for the crowd to "Move their asses!" and drags the big man to his feet.

ROB MARTINEZ: Maybe a few more security guards out their wouldn't have hurt.

REX CALIBER: Pfffffffft, you're such a wimp.

Darko Irish whips Murcielago into the side of a car! The alarm goes off and the fans cheer! Darko takes Murcielago and pulls him away from the car, only
so that he can sling him head first into the window! The glass spider webs but doesn't break. Darko throws a big right hand and Murcielago drops out of
sight! Darko smashes through the glass and he howls as he withdraws his shredded right hand. Murc is back to his feet and clubs Darko with a clothesline.
As Darko is pulling himself off of the pavement, Murc reaches into the car and pulls out a shard of glass. A shard that he then proceeds to dig into the
scalp of Darko! Prince W. Darko is a bloody mess as Murcielago tosses away the glass shard. Murc pulls Darko to his feet and slams him on top of the car
hood! Darko is scrambling to get to his feet as Murcielago climbs onto the car with him. Darko is spun around and positioned for a power bomb!

ROB MARTINEZ: I hope whoever owns that car has insurance.

REX CALIBER: I kinda doubt State Farm will cover this kinda damage.

Darko drops to one knee, hits a low blow and then back drops Murcielago onto the roof of the vehicle! Darko wipes the blood from his eyes and climbs up
onto the roof with Murcielago. Darko positions Murcielago and piledrives him onto the roof of the car! Murc clutches at his neck and Darko simply shoves
him off of the car and down onto the ground. Murcielago lands hard and is still holding his neck. The referee asks if Murc wants to stop but gets kicked
away by the big man. Darko slides off the smashed car and goes for a cover! One! Two! Murcielago kicks out! Darko goes back to work pounding on the gash
above the eyes of Murc opening him up even further. Darko gets up from the mount position and yells something to the crowd. Suddenly it seems as if everyone
watching this match has a weapon!

ROB MARTINEZ: Holy Christ! We better call the cops before this gets outta hand!

REX CALIBER: You call the cops and I break your fingers!

Murcielago uses the car to pull himself up when he takes a shot with a frying pan to the ribs from Darko. Murc staggers back and plants a big boot in the
face of Darko. Someone passes Murc a stop sign! CLANG! The crowd groans as the metal sign bounces off the head of Darko! Murc is looking for more weapons
when Darko pulls a fork from his boot. Murcielago is handed a cheese grater and then goes to use it on his foe only to get jabbed in the leg with the fork!
Darko springs to his feet, grabs Murcielago in a headlock and uses the fork to dig into the soft flesh of the forehead! Murcielago drops to his knees,
reaches up with his right hand and squeezes the twigs and berries of Darko with all his might! Darko releases the hold, drops the fork and slumps against
the car looking as if someone just shot him.

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh...My. That, uh, yeah.....

REX CALIBER: Murc just copped a feel! Sicko.

Murcielago gets to his feet and bounces the head of Darko off of the car. Again the head of Darko meets the metal of the car! Before he can go for a trifecta,
Darko lands a back elbow into the jaw of Murc. Back kick to the gut of Murc puts more distance between the two men. Darko stumbles over to Murcielago and
after grabbing a handful of hair....Starts to lead him across the street?

ROB MARTINEZ: Uh, Where are they going?

REX CALIBER: Oh no way....

Cars scream to a halt as the two gore covered men stagger across the two lane street. Darko takes the time to stop and bounce Murcielago’s head off of a
Mercedes! The owner of the car sticks his head out and yells at Darko, only to take a five knuckle hello from the former Foundation member! Again Darko
grabs Murc and leads him across the street as police sirens wail in the distance.

ROB MARTINEZ: I guess I didn't have to call the cops after all.

REX CALIBER: Ugh.

The duo have made it across the street, along with dozens of fans, and Darko tries to whip Murcielago into the side of a wall. Murc reverses it and Darko
slams hard into the concrete. Murcielago staggers over to a trash can, picks it up and hurls it at Darko who ducks out of the way. Spear from Darko puts
both men down! A police car pulls up and the fans scatter. Darko drags Murc to his feet and leads him around to the front of the building. The camera pans
up and we see in bright neon...

ROB MARTINEZ: DIXXXY'S Gentlemen's Club!?

REX CALIBER: I LOVE that place!

Darko shoves Murcielago through the doors and we follow them inside. As the camera adjusts for the lack of light we can hear screams and tables being knocked
over. When the picture comes up we see Murcielago heave a pitcher of beer in the face of Darko! Murc goozles Darko and chokeslams him through a table!
The patrons are pointing to the nearby wall mounted television sets and we see a mirror image of what's happening inside the club! Bouncers run down to
break up the ruckus and Murcielago starts throwing rights and lefts! Darko has pulled himself up and clocks a bouncer with a beer bottle to the head!

REX CALIBER: Oddly enough, this reminds me of the going away party Chris Casino gave a few months back.

Bouncers dispensed, the two men again attack each other like wild animals. Murcielago hip tosses Darko onto the main stage and follows up after him. Darko
is pulled to his feet and Murc goes for his Defcon One! Again he's shoved off and this time he smashes face first into the dancers pole! Darko rolls him
up from behind! One! Two! Murc kicks out!

REX CALIBER: Murc kicked out at the main stage!

ROB MARTINEZ: This is so past normal.

Darko pulls Murc to his feet and throws him off of the stage! Murcielago takes out a pair of tables (and a waitress) and a bloody and battered Prince Darko
slowly makes his way down to the floor. Darko is pulling Murcielago to his feet and locks in his Zamunda Driver! It's blocked! Darko goes for it again
and Murc manages to block the move again. only this time he reverses it into a backdrop with him on top of Darko! One! Two! Darko kicks out! Murcielago
and Darko are both slow to their feet but it's Murc who lands first with a stiff forearm shot to the head! Darko goes stumbling off in the direction of
the main dance stage and Murcielago is all to eager to shove him onto it. A crowd has gathered at pervert row as the beautiful woman have been replaced
by two bloody men who also happen to be on the clubs television screens. Defon One by Murc!

ROB MARTINEZ: It's over!

One! Two! Thr - NO! A kickout!

ROB MARTINEZ: It's not over!

Murcielago pulls Darko to his feet and plants him center stage with his Drop Top! A hook of the leg and the referee counts!

One!

Two!

Three!!!

REX CALIBER: What? That wasn’t supposed to happen! A street fight ends in the street not in, oh forget it.

ROB MARTINEZ: Darko just lost in maybe the most bizarre street fight I've ever called!

The referee holds up the arm of Murc and the patrons flood the stage with singles!

REX CALIBER: He might have gotten past Darko but Young will finish off Murcielago later tonight!

ROB MARTINEZ: After all the damage we've seen here I wouldn't doubt that for a minute!

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Supremacy
01/15/2008
Joey Malone & Warren shock the world!

JENNY JERSEY: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall, and is for the REBEL Pro World Tag Team Championships. Making their way to the ring--
Jenny is interrupted by the sounds of "Censored Truth" by Naked Aggression. Yes, C.A.B.S. is coming down to the ring, and they don't look happy. The fans
don't look happy either, cursing and shouting at the most hated tag team in REBEL Pro. The hate just rolls right over Ace, Steven, and Rosie, though, and
they stand in the middle of the ring, Ace gesturing to Jenny for the microphone.

ROB MARTINEZ: C.A.B.S. is in the ring, Rex, and they don't look happy about things.

REX CALIBER: You know, in my day, the champions came out SECOND, to soak up all that extra glory. These C.A.B.S. guys do everything ass-backwards.

ROB MARTINEZ: Maybe they have something to say about their tag-team opponents tonight, Rex. We haven't heard from or seen Manny X or his "mystery partner"
at all this past week.

Ace finally gets his microphone, and addresses the crowd.

ACE ADAMS: Now, I'm sure you idiots were looking forward to seeing Manny X and whatever piece of garbage he managed to haul out of the bins behind the Bingo
Hall. But that's not happening. Manny X isn't here tonight, and that means only one thing. It means--

But the crowd starts chanting at him, drowning him out. "EL ASESINO LOCO! EL ASESINO LOCO!" Ace starts turning red in the face, and Steven takes the microphone
from him.

STEVEN WYLDE: SHUT UP YOU MISCREANTS! The fact of the matter is that C.A.B.S. is the best tag team in REBEL Pro, we're the tag team champions, and that
no-talent Manny X is AFRAID of facing us. So since we don't have any opponents here tonight, we win by default! And that means we RETAIN these titles.
Ring the damn bell!

The crowd’s booing only intensifies, as C.A.B.S. hold their title belts up and mock the crowd. Rosie Cheeks starts screaming at the timekeeper's table "RING
THE BELL!" It's chaos. It's pandemonium. And then, it gets even worse.

"BAD BOYS, BAD BOYS!" Joey Malone comes out from the back, microphone in one hand, hockey stick in the other. He looks pumped.

JOEY MALONE: Hold on there, folks! My tag team partner's not here right now, but I don't need Manny X to pin you guys again!

ROSIE CHEEKS: YOU'RE the mystery partner!?!

JOEY MALONE: You're damn right I am! When Manny X asked me to partner up with him last week, of course I said yes. The Bad Boy couldn't wait to tangle with
C.A.B.S. again! That is, of course, unless you guys are...chicken!

Ace, Steven, and Rosie all look surprised at each other, but then break out laughing.

STEVEN WYLDE: Okay, Joey, you got it. One night only, because you demanded it, Joey Malone and C.A.B.S. in a handicap match!

REX CALIBER: This isn’t smart at all, that win last night went straight to his empty head... straight to it!

The crowd pops, the bell rings, and Joey Malone runs down to ringside, sliding into the ring and taking a swing at Steven Wylde with the hockey stick, but
from the apron Ace Adams quickly grabs it out of his hands and throws it out of the ring. Joey stands still, shocked, and Steven Wylde rushes at him--SPEAR!
Joey Malone was nearly speared back to Canada, and Steven Wylde saunters over to his corner to tag in Ace Adams. Joey Malone struggles to his feet, and
Ace hits a quick elbow to the back of Joey's head, then scoops him up, no wait, Reverse DDT! Ace Adams laughs as the crowd starts booing, giving Joey a
little time to crawl to the edge of the ring, trying to grab some kind of foreign object. But Ace gets to him just before he rolls out of the ring and
hauls him to his feet, then whips him into C.A.B.S.'s corner. Quick body splash and Steven Wylde gets tagged in, and starts firing lefts and rights at
Joey Malone.

ROB MARTINEZ: Malone's got NO chance here, folks. I mean, even WITH a partner, he probably wouldn't have a chance.

REX CALIBER: That little fucker's got heart. Too bad he doesn't have any talent.

In a matter of minutes Joey Malone has become C.A.B.S.' punching bag, but they don't want to get the pin that quickly. They want to make up for their loss
last week to him and Kyle Roberts, and now they're toying with him, letting him get a little breathing room to get a steel chair from the outside, then
Steven Wylde spins him around so he drops the chair, dropkick from Ace Adams! There's no way Joey Malone's walking away from this one.

"WE'RE NOT GOING TO TAKE IT!!"

COMMISSIONER WARREN comes from the back, a microphone in hand, and everyone in the ring (except poor, stunned Joey) turns to look at the curtain. The crowd
goes APE FECES! Warren flashes a huge grin, then starts talking.

WARREN: Whoah, whoah, whoah, dudes! Strange things are afoot at the REBEL Arena! That is majorly heinous, pounding on Joey Malone like that. He's just tryin'
his best, and you two douches can't cut him any slack? BOGUS, DUDES!

Ace and Steven start screaming at Warren to leave, but Warren's not done yet.

WARREN: Well dudes, I don't wanna bust up your party...but I'm gonna. See, I was just finishing up my Big Gulp backstage, and then I saw what you guys were
doing. It's not cool, guys. So I decided something. And I'm just saying, that as my last official act as commissioner of REBEL Pro...I'm gonna be Joey's
tag team partner tonight! So start the match again, 'cuz Warren's comin' to town!

And with that, he takes off for the ring at breakneck speed; Ace and Steven stumble away from Joey Malone, and Warren gets in the ring, looking like he
could take on both C.A.B.S. members at once. But this is a tag match, so as Joey Malone crawls over to his corner, Steven Wylde steps out into the center
as Ace Adams smiles and heads to the apron. Wylde and Warren square off, one, two, three, four steps, then go for the lock-up. Steven Wylde is easily out-muscling
Warren, but Warren's as slippery as a heat-lamp hot dog, and he goes for the quick DDT, then climbs up to the top rope for a Super Big Gulp...AND HITS
IT! Full rotation, perfectly executed, and Steven Wylde's SQUISHEE'D. Warren goes for the pin, but Ace breaks it up at two, then hurries back to his corner.
Warren shouts at him "Not cool, dude!", but then goes back to Steven. He whips him into the far ropes, toes for the springboard cross-body, nails it! Not
going for the pin, though, he lifts Wylde to his feet, but Wylde fires off with a hard right and nails Warren, who stumbles back, SPEARSPEARSPEAR! A desperation
move from Steven Wylde, and now both opponents are laid out on the floor. The referee starts the double-count-out, but Steven Wylde's up at three, crawling
over to his corner, while Warren just lies there on his side. Steven tags in Ace, who struts over to Warren--roll-up! Warren was just conserving his energy,
and now here's the pin attempt, one, two, kick-out at three. Ace and Warren stare at each other, a big sloppy grin on Warren's face. But it's not just
because he caught him off-guard. It's because Joey's creeping up behind him with a chair. Ace is no dummy, though, and whirls around to nail Malone with
a kick to the gut, and he falls to the ground, the chair clattering to his feet. Warren's up to his feet, but Ace nails him with the Brainbuster, and both
men are out in the ring. Ace goes to cover Warren...but then reconsiders.

And he goes back to pick up the chair.

The crowd is SCREAMING, so loud that Ace can't hear Steven and Rosie shouting at him to put the chair down. He lifts the chair over his head, about to smash
it into Warren's face, and then he realizes what he's doing. He turns to his corner, but Steven and Rosie aren't there. They're halfway up the aisle, walking
to the curtain. Ace calls out after them to stay, but they don't even turn their heads to acknowledge him. Ace's face screws up into a grimace, turning
red, and he lifts the chair again...but Joey Malone from behind with an axe handle to the back! Ace drops to one knee, and Joey drops him with a DDT. Ace
is on the mat, and Joey goes to help his tag team partner up. It's Ace Adams in the handicap match now, against Joey Malone and Warren. Ace gets to his
feet, and rushes at Joey, who quickly rolls out of the ring, so he turns back to Warren, who's already running at him--FACEBUSTER! Ace is down, and Joey's
coming back into the ring. With the ring bell. Ace gets to his feet, Joey swings with all his might, and just barely connects with Ace's jaw, spinning
him back to Warren. Anyone hungry? Because Warren's going for the Microwave Burrito Buster! Ace Adams is down, but there's no pin. Joey Malone locks on
the BearTamer, and Ace Adams is gritting his teeth, trying not to tap out. That is, until Warren applies the Camel Clutch. Ace holds out for...about one
second. Then he cries out "I GIVE UP! I GIVE UP!"

JENNY JERSEY: And here are your winners..and NEW REBEL PRO WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS... WARREN AND JOEY MALONE!!!

C.A.B.S. are shattered. Ace Adams is broken. Joey Malone is stunned. Warren is crowd-surfing. Anything can happen in REBEL Pro! Warren and Joey Malone just
shocked the WORLD!

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Winter Blast
02/06/2008
Triple Threat Match: "The Show" Chad Kurtis vs Stylin' Kyle Roberts vs Stone Zellor

JENNY JERSEY: It is now time for the WINTER BLAST main event! The following contest is a triple-threat match set for one-fall. This is a non-title match...
"The connection is made!"

The REBEL fans immediately voice their displeasure of the man and woman who walk through the curtain right then. Stone Zellor and his manager Lady Sparks
strut out to Elastica.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first accompanied to the ring by Lady Sparks... from Staten Island New York, he is the current NAPW Canadian Heritage champion...
STONE ZELLOR!

Stone and Sparks hit the ring, Stone reminding the crowd that indeed, he has skills.

"Guess who's back?"

Hit it.

"They say I'm COCKY!
And I say WHAT?
It ain't braggin' motherfucker if you back it up!"

JENNY JERSEY: From Paducah Kentucky, he is a two-time REBEL Carolinas Champion... "THE SHOW" CHAD KURTIS!

The Show comes out wearing a boxing hoodie. He looks focused, intense, but that doesn't remove the look of sheer ego that lines his face. The Show hits
the ring and raises an arm high. The crowd boos him, but he gets a few scattered cheers.

JENNY JERSEY: And finally...

"I am the man! With the master plan!"

JENNY JERSEY: From Moose Jaw Saskatchewan, is the current and reigning REBEL World Heavyweight Champion... STYLIN' KYLE ROBERTS!

The crowd reacts with loud volume and a warm welcome for the champion, who struts out in all his glory.

ROB MARTINEZ: What an ovation for the champion! I don't know if the ring can possibly HOLD all the egos in this match, Rex Caliber.

REX CALIBER: Hey, each one thinks he's the best. Just ask one of 'em!

ROB MARTINEZ: Referee Dale McDonald in charge of this contest, let's run down the stipulation. If Zellor or Kurtis can pin Stylin' Kyle Roberts, that man
will receive a world title shot next week. However, if Stylin' Kyle Roberts wins the match, he can choose anyone - ANYone - on the REBEL roster for his
defense next week.

REX CALIBER: Gonna be interestin' to see how the stipulation plays out. Normal Triple-Threat, you pin whatever man is most dead to win... but Stone Zellor,
The Show, they HAVE to pin Stylin' Kyle. They pin each other, they ain't gettin' a title shot.

ROB MARTINEZ: Have to wonder if we will see an alliance between The Show and Stone Zellor... there's the bell, this main event is underway!

Kyle Roberts, Stone Zellor, Chad Kurtis all staring each other down. All three men at six-foot-three, but Stone the clear lightweight. Jaw-jacking going
on here, all three men known to run their mouths - not to mention egotistical. Finally, Stone yells out to both his opponents:

"You ain't got nothin'! I got SKILLZ, bitch!"

BOOOOOO. Stone isn't fazed by the crowd's reaction. He holds his arms out, as if to say 'how you like that?' The Show nods, almost looking like he respects
it... then he steps on the bottom rope and yells out... "My name is THE SHOW..."

"And I approve this ASS-KICKING!"

Chad gets down, looks at both men. Crowd ooooohs as Stone looks a little put out. He and The Show are glaring at each other, are they going to go at it?
They might have. But Kyle Roberts suddenly sticks his pinkies in his mouth and whistles sharply, drawing the entire crowd's attention on him. Kyle holds
a hand out to either man, nodding in acknowledgement of their respective greatness...

And then taps the side of his head to remind them:

"SMARTER THAN YOU!"

ROB MARTINEZ: The REBEL fans have picked their favorite! And now here we go, all three men circling, and... we have a three-way lock-up!

REX CALIBER: I'm a big fan of three-way lock-ups, myself.

Roberts! Zellor! Kurtis! All three men trying to jockey for position, with a swelling motion they all break away. Stone rotates his shoulder as each man
attempts to formulate his plan of attack. All three men in action at once, it changes the gameplan. Roberts plays to the crowd as once again all three
men circle. They lunge for another lock-up.

Wait a second.

Roberts just grappled the referee?

Stone and Chad are locked up, Chad pushing the lighter Stone into the corner at the same time that Kyle muscles Dale Mcdonald into the opposite corner.
The referee calls for a break in the corner, Kyle does cleanly, shot --- no, he pulled it. Dale isn't too impressed as Kyle shrugs and grins at the fans.
Meanwhile, in the other corner, Chad with an irish whip sends Stone right towards Kyle and the referee! Kyle sidesteps calmly as Dale scrambles to get
out of harm's way. Stone impacts the turnbuckle! The Show charges, only to get hiptossed by Roberts... RIGHT into Stone!

ROB MARTINEZ: I was just going to say, the champion doesn't seem to be taking this match seriously, but he just sent Chad Kurtis crashing into Stone Zellor.
Snap suplex by Roberts on Zellor, leg drop, gets a two-count out of it. And now the champion is going to work!

REX CALIBER: I think the best strategy Stone and The Show could use is to team up, wipe Kyle out, then fight each other to figure out the winner.

ROB MARTINEZ: One of them has to pin Kyle, they can't pin each other for a title shot.

REX CALIBER: Then they need to beat up Kyle real good, fight each other, then the winner of that pins Kyle to win the match. I know I got no problem seein'
Kyle get beat up real good.

Roberts with Stone, Irish whip! Stone reverses, ducks down for a back body drop, Roberts stops short and kicks him in the face. Stone stands up in pain,
POKE. Right in the eyes! Kyle grabs Stone by the back of the head and points over the top rope before tossing Stone to the floor the hard way!

REX CALIBER: This ain't a battle royal, Roberts!

ROB MARTINEZ: No, but now Kyle can focus on The Show alone!

The Show comes in and catches Roberts with a quick kick to the back of the thigh. Roberts tries to block another one and The Show drives a forearm into
his face. Another one sends Kyle into the turnbuckle. The Show charges with a high-velocity clothesline! Roberts falls to the canvas, and that's the signal
for the BEST! MOONSAULT! EVER---

Roberts rolls to the floor, but The Show lands on his FEET in the ring. Roberts SMARTER THAN YOU --- watch out! Here comes THE SHOW with a vaulting body
press! He connects and both men are out on the floor. The Show is up first, pulling Roberts up and whipping him towards the steel guardrail. The champ
puts on the brakes and sends Chad crashing into the STEEL. Roberts looks to charge ---

BASEBALL SLIDE STONE! He came out of nowhere to catch Kyle unawares, sending HIM into the steel! Stone stomps away on the champion as Chad pulls himself
up. Stone suddenly charges The Show and clotheslines him over the guardrail into the first row! "That's what I'm talkin' bout bitch!" Stone turns his attention
back to Stylin' Kyle, booting him hard in the stomach. DDT on the concrete and the champ is down! But it's not falls count anywhere, just REBEL rules.
Stone pulls Kyle up and slides him into the ring, following in for a quick cover. One, two, kick-out!

REX CALIBER: Stone Zellor needs to take advantage now, while Chad is still picking himself up from the puddles and garbage in the crowd.

Zellor with a knife-edge chop on Kyle's chest, Kyle seeking refuge in the corner. Stone ignores the referee's admonition to get out of the corner and begins
stomping away while holding the top rope for leverage. He stomps Kyle down to a seated position, then grabs the top rope on either side of the turnbuckle...
leap UP, then DRIVES both feet into the face of Stylin' Kyle. Stone sits there for a moment, feeling damn good about himself. He drags Kyle out of the
corner and throws on the CHOKE. Referee wants him to break, he won't count any submission or victory from a chokehold.

Stone relents, but then directs Lady Sparks... to throw him a steel chair! Stone taps the canvas with it. This is how he laid out Roberts and The Show last
month! Roberts is up... TURN AROUND!

SWING

Roberts gets PASTED in the face and goes down. Stone lays back on him, grabbing a leg absently, ONE, TWO ---

Chad Kurtis pulls Stone out of the ring by the leg! Stone staggered, The Show LAYS HIM OUT WITH A SUPERKICK! On the outside! Show DIVES into the ring and
covers a prone Kyle! ONE, TWO, Kick-out!

ROB MARTINEZ: A close two-count there, would Kyle have been able to kick-out if Chad Kurtis hadn't pulled Stone out?

REX CALIBER: Who knows, but man, what if The Show took the pin for all of Stone's hard work? He'd have a title shot. Opportunity knocks you gotta answer.
ROB MARTINEZ: Alliance or not, either way the champion is in trouble if both challengers are focusing on HIM.

The Show pulls Kyle up, rear waist lock. Kyle fights the German suplex attempt, though! Snap mares the man over, STIFF kick to the back of The Show. Kyle
looks out at the crowd, "ONE MORE?" WHAM! The Show's eyes widen in pain as the "thud" echoes throughout the venue. Kyle gets some speed and delivers a
picture-perfect Hennig rolling necksnap. Off the ropes, SEATED DROPKICK to the face of The Show! The champion putting together a combination of moves,
and now he wants it! The Bear-Tamer! Roberts grabs Kurtis by the legs, can he turn him over? He's almost got him, Kurtis fighting... The Show has too much
life left life! Roberts shrugs, then drives a knee right into the wide-open crotchital region of The Show!

Kyle shrugs. "Who, me?" The ref admonishes him but it doesn't faze Roberts. And now it's time to GO TO SCHOOL. Roberts pulls Chad up, butterfly-backbreaker!
One more and Chad is writhing in pain. Roberts grabs the arms and surfboards, trying to soften Chad up for the Bear-Tamer... And Stone Zellor is getting
back into the ring! He charges, but Kyle spots him coming. Roberts ducks Stone's clothesline and CHOPS him. WHOOO! WHOOO! WHOO! Stone sent into the ropes,
Roberts with a snap powerslam puts Stone down ON TOP of Chad Kurtis! Both opponents are stacked on top of each other, and Roberts has his opening. He leaps
to the second rope

LIONSAULT!

On both opponents!

Kyle holds his own ribs in pain, but manages to scramble over to Stone for a cover. ONE, TWO, kick-out! Undaunted, Kyle covers The Show. ONE, TWO, Kick-out!
Kyle backs off, he has both opponents down in the ring but couldn't put it away. He gets up... and it's time! Time to finish this! Roberts backs up, stalking
the first man to get up... and that man is Stone Zellor! The champion with a toe-kick, Moose Jaw Driver --- No, Stone wriggles free and drops behind Roberts!
The champ turns around

PIMP SLAP!

Roberts spins woozily, leaving him in prime position to be SPIKED into the canvas by The Show's Reverse STO! The Show covers, one, two, Stone pulls The
Show off. Now Stone covers, one, two, The Show pulls him off.

ROB MARTINEZ: For just a moment it seemed as if these two were on the same page, but only one man can win the title shot, and that's going to keep this
competitive. And that might be the only chance Stylin' Kyle has!

REX CALIBER: One way or another, Roberts is goin' down tonight! Even if I have to do it myself!

ROB MARTINEZ: Why would tonight be any different from the last six hundred times you wrestled Roberts?

REX CALIBER: Watch it, Robbie!

The Show shoves Chad down and goes back to Roberts. Grabbed and turned around, PIMP SLAP --- WHAM. STONE is rocked back and his heels courtesy of one HELL
of a right hand by the Kentucky native. And then The Show tackles Stone down, raining down rights and lefts to a pop? Well the fans are happy to see Stone
get his. Chad gets off his man, looking out at the crowd with an intense expression. He pulls Stone up and fires him into the ropes, then runs himself.
Wait! Lady Sparks grabs Chad's ankle, holding him up. Stone with a high-knee catches Chad and dumps him through the ropes, though Chad remains on the apron.
Stone is mighty pleased with himself. Meanwhile, Stylin' Kyle Roberts has rolled to the floor. He's realized Stone and Chad are occupied, and takes a seat
next to Jenny Jersey. Is he trying to get her phone number (again)?

Chad on the apron, Stone grabs a handful of hair. Looking to bring the man in the hard way, The Show blocks. Stone hits him, tries again, but Show gets
a leg in the ropes to prevent the suplex. Finally he fires back! Series of shots to the side of the ribs, until finally Stone releases. The Show stuns
the man with a forearm! Stone is staggered, as The Show leaps to the top rope --- bounces and TURNS in mid-air before springboarding off with a moonsault
INTO the inverted DDT!

ROB MARTINEZ: He calls that SHOWTIME!, and that could be all in any other match. But The Show knows that pinning Stone Zellor, while it would win him the
match, won't get him the World title shot!

REX CALIBER: Look at Roberts, out there trying to hide, that's your champion?

ROB MARTINEZ: I just think he'd give up after Jenny's shot him down so many times.

Jenny is rolling her eyes at some bad pick-up line from Kyle as The Show slides to the floor. He isn't here for fun and games! But Kyle isn't REBEL champ
on a fluke, and he blocks Chad's first shot, then gets a knee into the man's stomach. Roberts sends The Show face-first into the STEEL ringpost! "'scuse
me," Roberts says to Jenny Jersey as he reaches past her to grab...

THE RING BELL

DING!

The Show has rolled back into the ring, where Stone Zellor is in a corner seemingly out of it. Roberts steps through the ropes and holds his favorite weapon
high. The Show is slow to his feet... and he's busted open! The Show has been busted open from the steel ring post, and that's not all. Roberts readies
and lunges for the "DING" --- The Show moves! Roberts off-balance, WAIT A MINUTE! WHAM! Stone Zellor CLOCKS him from behind with the Heritage Title belt!
Roberts crashes to the canvas, and then Stone wields the weapon against The Show. Kurtis has enough presence of mind to duck the shot, and then DDTS Stone
into the mat on the reverse! The Show shakes away the cobwebs, realizes Roberts position, then leaps to the ropes for the BEST

MOONSAULT

EVER!!!

NAILS IT! ONE! TWO! THREEEE---

ROBERTS KICKS OUT!

ROB MARTINEZ: A near, NEAR fall, I don't know how Roberts was able to get out of that one! Not after that belt shot!

REX CALIBER: He's on the horse steroids, Martinez.

ROB MARTINEZ: Put your biases against the man aside for one night and offer some USEFUL color!

REX CALIBER: You want color? How about the color The Show's wearing, and Kyle's got comin' from the back of his head? Stone split him open!

Show grabs Kyle by the hair, he's calling for the CK FINALE! Has the man set up BIG BOOT STONE! Zellor flies in and clocks Chad right in the teeth. He grabs
the man by the back of the trunks and tosses him to the floor, then looks for Kyle. Double arm DDT impales the champion, and then it's Stone's turn to
go up top! Here it comes! DIVING HEADBUTT...

CONNECTS!

Stone hooks the leg, gasping, and it's ONE! TWO! THREEEEEEE---

THE SHOW breaks it up with a running kick! Oh MAN! The Show LAUNCHING brutal kicks into Stone's mid-section! Show's turn to toss Stone to the outside. To
the apron, PRIME TIME SPLASH coming up Stone shakes the ropes! Show loses his balance and crashes to the floor, clipping his chin on the edge of the apron
on the way down. Stone stomps him on the floor, this match is getting more vicious by the minute. A shot at the REBEL title is on the line, and Stone Zellor
won't let anybody keep him from MORE gold. He slides back into the ring and sees a rising Stylin' Kyle feeling the open divot in the back of his head.
Kyle holds his hands in front of him.

There is blood on his hands. Blood on the hands of the man.

His face... changes. Here comes Stone! Toe-kick! He hooks onto Scar --- Roberts ROARS and charges into the corner, ramming Stone backfirst into it! Stone
tries to hold on, Roberts lifts him and RAMS him again! Stone leaves it this time as Roberts starts wailing away with stiff, sick shots in the corner.
Stone is being pounded brutally. Roberts finally relents at the referee's insistence, only to retrieve the weapon he had earlier. The ring bell is in his
bloody hands. Stylin' Kyle strides in and BLASTS Stone on the top of the head with it.

DING.

ROB MARTINEZ: The champion is metamorphosing into The Man With The Blood On His Hands! You saw the way his face changed when he saw the blood...!

REX CALIBER: All I know is that this is bad news for Stone Zellor, cos The Man With The Blood On His Hands has crippled other wrestlers!

Stone collapses down. The champion stares down at his red red hands, breathing heavily through clenched teeth. He yells in fury, then grabs Stone and locks
in the BEAR-TAMER. Stone cries out in pain as Roberts cinches it in, knee into the back, damn near breaking Stone in half. Stone is just about to tap...
when The Show storms back into the ring!

But Roberts will not be denied.

He lets Stone go and takes The Show down with swift suddenness. And just like that - THE SHOW IS IN THE BEAR-TAMER. Roberts wrenches back, mouth open and
a twisted mask of blood and rage! The Show's face is a mask of blood and PAIN!

ROB MARTINEZ: The Show has tapped out to this hold before, that's how Kyle won the title back from him! How long can he hold on?

Roberts again yelling with inarticulate rage. Stone is in a corner, trying to get up, but he's still trying to get his wits about him. Meanwhile Show is
trying to crawl, trying to reach to the ropes. Roberts doesn't want to even move, and Show looks like he will tap out... no! He clenches his outstretched
hand into a fist and makes one final effort... and makes the ropes.

Too bad Kyle doesn't feel like letting go.

Referee Dale McDonald tells Kyle to break the hold, Chad's in the ropes, but Kyle won't have any of it! He continues to apply the pressure, McDonald warning
him that a submission won't count if the man is in the ropes. There are no DQs in REBEL, he can't get DQed for not breaking, but he can't win. Does he
even want to? Roberts has snapped! Chad continues clawing and pulling, his exclamations of pain growing louder... until suddenly, Chad is so far out that
Kyle can't keep ahold of the move. Chad drops to the ring apron as the grip is lost. Roberts looks down, ready to go after Chad, when Stone attacks him
from behind! Zellor lifts a knee into Kyle's chest, then clotheslines him down. That's it! Stone quickly to the top, and NAILS a rising Roberts right in
the face with a missile dropkick! He covers!

ONE!

TWO!

THKICKOUT!

Stone looks at the referee, "dat was three man!" McDonald affirms that it was only two. Stone picks Roberts up LIFT UP! Roberts with a sudden burst has
Stone on his shoulders!

MOOSE JAW DRIVERRRRR!

ONE!

TWO!

TH---

STONE GETS THE SHOULDER UP!

Now it's Kyle's turn to be in disbelief. That was three! Only two. Only two. Roberts hits the ropes, POLAR-IZER! That puts Stone down hard, and here we
go!

ONE!

TWO!

TH---

The Show makes a last second save! He grabs Kyle, chopping away. Irish whip, reversed! The Show at a run, but he catches Kyle with a FRANKENSTEINER ---
No.

Kyle sits down and latches on the Bear-Tamer! The Show is trapped again in the middle of the ring!

CLANG

Stone Zellor with a chair shot right to the back of Roberts, and that breaks up the hold. Roberts sags, what energy he had mustered seems gone. He turns
around to face Stone, scooped up...

TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER!

Stone covers! That's all! ONE!

TWO!

THREE---

The Show breaks it up with a RUNNING SHOOTING STAR! Where the hell did he get the adrenaline? Wait a minute! The Show baseball slides Stone OUT of the ring
and hard into the guardrail! In the ring, Stylin' Kyle is getting up, a dazed look on his face. Does he even know where he is?

The Show does.

TOE-KICK

CK FINALEEEEEEEEE...

CONNECTS!

THE SHOW COVERS! ONE!

TWO!

THREEEEE! Stone tries to dive into the ring TOO late!

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

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Bloody Valentine
02/14/2008
Circle K Brawl: Krusty Kid Paul vs Warren

JENNY JERSEY: REBEL fans, please direct your attention to the Hard Rock Cafe stage... it is now time for the CIRCLE K DEATHMATCH!

ROB MARTINEZ: We've wondered all week what kind of match this would be, and well, it looks like REBEL has brought the Circle K right into the Hard Rock
Cafe!

REX CALIBER: Hey Rob, go see if they got the latest "Maxim" in that magazine rack. Or better yet ---

ROB MARTINEZ: That'll be enough!

Lights come up on the stage area. Where normally rock bands would do their thing, instead we see all the trapping of the interior of a convenience store.
A rack of potato chips and a rack of candy bars, a counter with a microwave and all the nacho fixins, a freezer no doubt filled with goodies, a rack of
magazines, all kinds of stuff. And on either side of the stage are the two dispensing machines which have brought this match up. Yes, folks. A slurpee
machine on one side; a big gulp machine on the other side. Complete with cups and straws and all that.

JENNY JERSEY: The rules of the match are as follows: The match begins inside the Circle K! Falls count ANYWHERE within the Hard Rock Cafe, and the loser
of the match must give up his drink-related move! Now, introducing the competitors...

THE METAL! Superjoint Ritual KICKS YOUR ASS. And that can only mean one man... Krusty Kid Paul walks out from the stage entrance to a chorus of boos. His
expression? HOSTILE.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first from Kitchener, Ontario Canada... weighing two-hundred and forty pounds, he is one-half of the NAPW Tag Team Champions.
The master of the SLUSHIE Maneuver, he is KRUSTY! KID! PAUL!

ROB MARTINEZ: Krusty Kid Paul, unusually tonight is all alone! The rest of SAD have gone back to Canada... except Dextro, who was kidnapped by Impact Inc
last week. Which is disturbing.

REX CALIBER: I bet Dextro is longing for the days sleeping on broken bottles in the SAD HQ after being prisoner of those subway foot-long lovers all week.
Paul walks into the convenience store area and out to the rail at the front of the stage. He raises his arms high, the crowd giving him holy hell. He gives
a punk snarl and flips the double-bird.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent...

"We're not gonna take it!
NO! We ain't gonna take it!
We're not gonna take it... ANYMORRRRE!"

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent! From outfront of your local Circle K, yes, even tonight, weighing one-hundred eighty-seven pounds and one-half of the REBEL
World tag team champions! The owner of the SUPER BIG GULP Maneuver... WARREN!

The slacker bursts through stage right in black dickies shorts and a white VAN HALEN t-shirt! Like KKP, he is sans title belt... no doubt neither man wants
to worry about where it might end up in this one. Warren jumps down the stage and races around the ringside area, slapping hands with all the fans as he
goes! He jumps up onto stage and looks out to the fans, "STAGE DIVE!" he yells ---

WHAM. KKP nails him from behind! Warren almost goes off the stage, but KKP doesn't want that to happen, instead he grabs Warren and sends him flying backwards
with a GERMAN SUPLEX! Holy crap!

REX CALIBER: That's what you get for showboating! This match is over before it starts, Martinez.

ROB MARTINEZ: A hell of a german suplex sends Warren right into the chip rack! And that's no sort-of-but-not-really cushioned canvas, that's hard flooring!
KKP looks out to the fans, then comes. Warren is buried in bags of salty crunchy delights. KKP grabs the air

WHAP!

DORITO BAG ACROSS THE FACE! KKP is momentarily stunned. Warren grabs a bag of CHEETOS in either hand and whaps Paul on either side of the head in an explosion
of cheesy snackfoods!

REX CALIBER: It's raining cheetos!

Warren reaches his hand into the bag and shovels a handful of cheetos into his mouth. Paul isn't exactly "HURT" so Warren kicks him in the gut and cinches
a headlock? Running facebuster onto the stage! Warren gets up and flashes the METAL! Warren gets up on the stage rail, MOONSAULT! Right on top of Krusty
Kid Paul! The first cover, referee Dale McDonald counts ONE ---

And that's all, as KKP kicks out in a hurry. Warren is up first but Krusty Kid Paul nails him in the stomach as Warren comes in. And now KKP just looks
mad, he punches Warren right in the face sending the slacker king stumbling down. Paul grabs Warren by the scruff of the neck and shoves Warren's face
into the floor, right into some of the snack debris. Paul is nasty! Rubbing Warren's face hard into the floor. He pulls Warren up, a cheeto pops off Warren's
orangey skin... crossface shot! Right across the nose! Warren goes down and Paul, oh no! He pushes the chip rack over on top of Warren! Bags of chips fly
everywhere!

ROB MARTINEZ: The chips might be light, but that rack isn't so much! Warren is in a lot of trouble here!

Paul however doesn't take up, what's this? He leans over the railing, yelling for one of the fans steel chair. All eyes in the Hard Rock are on the stage...
some cowered fan hands over his chair. Paul snaps it shut with a clang, then raises it high...

CRAAAANGGGG!

Brings it down right on top of the metal chip rack on top of Warren! The shot echoes out through the Cafe as the fans wince in unison. Paul tosses the chair
away and moves the rack, cover! ONE! TWO! Warren kicks out! Paul gets up and STOMPS on his face! Yeowch! Now Paul pulls Warren up... "You (BLEEP) (BLEEP),
you want my slurpee so bad? HERE HAVE SOME!"

ROB MARTINEZ: OH NO! KRUSTY KID PAUL IS TRYING TO DROWN WARREN IN SLURPEE!

REX CALIBER: Well, it's not a BAD way to go...

The crowd is in terror as Paul holds Warren underneath the dispenser with a fierce neck-grip, and then uses his free hand to DISPENSE THE SLUSHIE! Green
frozen slush pours down right into Warren's mouth, overflowing and covering his face, coming down his shirt! "Let's try the (BLEEP) cherry!" The other
handle is pulled and now Warren is getting bright red poured down! *glug glug* The referee should stop the match! Warren is drowning!

But wait, Paul's face looks concerned. Warren's arm shoots up! His foot stomps the canvas! Why isn't Warren DEAD? Paul looks around, "WHAT THE FUCK?" He
turns his head side to side in disbelief! And suddenly the mass of slushie is going down...

WARREN HAS ATE HIMSELF FREE! Or drunk! Whatever you do with a slurpee! Paul yells out "(BLEEP) YOU!" but Warren reaches forward and pulls, conking KKP headfirst
into the machine. That staggers the man as Warren stands up, stained red and green like a christmas disaster. "WEEZ THE JUICE!" Warren leans back underneath
the dispenser and PULLS!

ROB MARTINEZ: HE'S WEEZING THE JUICE!

REX CALIBER: WRESTLING IS RUINED FOREVER!

Warren gets out from under the sugary confection, then staggers backwards with hands on his temples. "BRAIN FREEZE! OWWWWW!" The crowd laughs, then gasps
as Krusty Kid Paul is back up! He swings but Warren ducks and rolls across the stage. Paul comes in with evil intentions ---

"WAIT DUDE!"

KKP stops in mid-swing, blinking. Warren is holding out to him like the Holy Grail...

"Wouldn't you rather have a DELICIOUS Hostess Fruit Pie then kick my butt? Available in both apple and cherry flavors! Dude!"

REX CALIBER: I think he's going for it!

Paul looks at Warren, then breaks out in a big grin. He puts his fist down and takes the fruit pie. CHOMP! KKP nods in happiness, flashing a thumbs up!
Warren cheers!

ROB MARTINEZ: Well, we may have an unexpected end to this match! Warren seems to have won over Krusty Kid Paul thanks to HOSTESS Fruit Pies!

REX CALIBER: And why wouldn't he? They're flaky pastry filled with DELICIOUS fruit filling in cherry or apple flavors OH SHIT!

WHAM! KKP squishes the rest of the pie in his hand. Because he made a fist. Which he punched Warren in the face with. Warren stumbles over the freezer.
KKP slams his face into the freezer top, then opens it up... He sticks Warren's upper body in the freezer and slams the lid down! Ow man! Warren gets pulled
out, but... SNOW IN THE FACE! KKP backs off, wiping his eyes, as Warren capitalizes by---

Sticking a frozen burrito in the microwave? He sets the time, and then turns around.

WHAM!

Paul boots him in the face with a running big boot! That FLOORS Warren, no kidding. Paul doesn't cover, instead grabbing Warren by the hair. He picks him
up and jams his head inbetween his legs. No, not that way. Time to end this! PILEDRIVER --- Warren fights it! He kicks his legs, KKP hammers him on the
back. Another try, Warren fights with all he's worth! Double leg takedown! Wait a minute... Warren with a CATAPULT sends Paul into the candy bar rack!
Paul and it go down hard, candy scattering everywhere. Warren however is feeling it, holding the side of his face in clear pain. Hell, KKP's boot print
is visible. He sinks down in front of the microwave as Paul tries to get himself up. KKP shakes it off and then, snarling like a beastlyped, rushes at
Warren!

BEEP BEEP BEEEEEP

The microwave is done. Warren reaches up and opens the door

RIGHT INTO A CHARGING PAUL'S FACE!

Warren stands up as Paul is down, holding his nose. Warren grabs the burrito from inside and chomps on it. "EM EM EM! Still frozen inside, hot outside!
Maaaaan..." Then Warren tosses the burrito aside, seeing a chance to take over on Paul. He picks the man up and delivers a swinging neckbreaker on the
stage. Then Warren goes over to the super big gulp machine and pours himself a big one, mixing all the flavors. He pours another one, then holds them both
high like he's Stone Cold Steve Austin!

BIG GULP BASH! CHUG CHUG CHUG!

Paul is up, Warren covered in soda pop, THEN

KICKWHAMSTUNNER!!!

REX CALIBER: OH COME ON!

ROB MARTINEZ: STUNNER! STUNNER! STUNNNNNNER!

Paul rebounds up and nearly backflips over from the SHEER IMPACT! Warren hooks a leg ONE! TWO! TH---KICK OUT! The crowd can't believe it, they thought that
was it! Warren sits up, disappointed, but he's got an IDEA. The slacker ... what's he doing? He hops up onto the counter beside the microwave! He grabs
out the tray of nacho chips and starts doling out fixings, salsa, sour cream, melted cheese... Paul is slowly getting up. Warren waits for him ---

FLYING NACHO SHOT!

Paul is blasted and covered in gooey goodness as Warren rallies the crowd behind him. He points up... TO THE TOP OF THE BIG GULP DISPENSER! Warren don't
do it! He climbs back on the counter... then on top of the Big Gulp Dispenser! It wobbles as the crowd gasps, but Warren holds his balance! KKP is in perfect
position! WARREN

FLIES.

NOBODY HOME!

ROB MARTINEZ: Krusty Kid Paul moved out of the way, good God! Warren just hit pure hard stage from eight feet high!

REX CALIBER: And now it's OVER, Martinez!

ROB MARTINEZ: SPINEBUSTER by KKP, shaking the stage! My God that's gotta be all! ONE! TWO! THREE---- NO! SHOULDER UP!

REX CALIBER: The kid shoulda stayed down, it's only going to get worse from here!

Rex Caliber, prophet? Maybe. Paul gets up, then gets distracted by the glossy cover of a magazine. He grabs it, gets up on the counter and drops an elbow
on Warren... then leans back and flips open the centerfold. "(BLEEP) yeah!" Paul tosses the magazine away and lazily covers Warren, one, two, another shoulder
up. Paul didn't even care on that one.

REX CALIBER: See Martinez, Paul was just content to beat Warren before... but now he's been insulted. Warren better have his health insurance paid up, cos
here comes the pain.

Paul gets up, fingers the crowd again, and then stomps Warren as he tries to crawl away. Paul stomps on his fingers as Warren reaches out. The crowd is
starting to boo Paul heavily. He looks out at them, snarls, and pulls him up. He grabs the back of the neck and shorts and then unceremoniously beale tosses
Warren over the stage rail to the floor below!

Paul raises his head high, eyes closed, loving his evil. But the crowd's reaction breaks his reverie. The gasps have given way to loud chants of "WAR-REN!
WAR-REN!" Paul puts his hands on the guard rail and looks down...

WARREN IS BEING CROWD SURFED BY THE CROWD! They send him all the way around the ring as Warren flashes the metal sign and loves it!

But Krusty Kid Paul doesn't love it. He gets off the stage and shoves his way through the crowd of people to where Warren is, then YANKS him down to the
ground the hard way, Warren almost landing right on top of his head. Paul tells people to "(BLEEP)in' MOVE!" Fans scatter in a hurry as Warren is tossed
right into three rows of chairs! It's chaos! KKP follows with a big stomp and then grabs Warren by the back of the head and drags him up from the main
area... into the bar?

REX CALIBER: KKP needs a REAL thirst-quenching beverage!

The fans in the bar getting their drinks scatter as Paul throws Warren into the middle of things. Warren is not looking so good. Paul yells at the bartender
for a beer. It's tossed to him and Paul downs it quickly.

Then smashes the bottle on the edge of the bar.

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh no, not again! KKP has that jagged bottle top like a weapon, he did this last week... oh my god! He's carving Warren up!

REX CALIBER: THIS IS REBEL PRO, BITCHES!

Paul digs the jagged bottle into Warren with jabs as Warren yells in pain and falls forward. Paul pulls him back up and a new shade of red is streaming
down Warren's forehead, the crimson red of blood. Paul digs the bottle top across Warren's forehead. "AAAAAAAAARGH!" Warren screams in pain. Referee Dale
McDonald can't do anything but count a fall, he can't stop this! Paul gets bored of this and tosses the bottle away, almost hitting a fan. He grabs Warren
up and slams him front-first on top of the bar... then slides Warren along the bar, crashing into glasses and bottles until his face meets the wall. It's
like a cartoon, only not funny. Warren goes limp, arms dangling off the bar. KKP orders a shot? "DOS TEQUILA." The trembling bartender finds some shot
glasses and pours the shots --- KKP grabs the bottle out of his hands. "(BLEEP) that!" Paul pours tequila straight from the bottle into his mouth, licking
his lips. Then he grabs Warren and pulls his face over...

OH GOD!

KKP POURING BURNING TEQUILA RIGHT DOWN WARREN'S THROAT! Warren kicks and struggles as Paul empties the bottle, splashing tequila everywhere! Warren falls
off the bar, coughing violently and choking. Paul kicks him in the ribs viciously, flipping Warren onto his back. He covers, ONE, TWO, THREE--- shoulder
up! It might not have been Warren, it might have only been the violence of his coughing, but somehow Warren's still alive.

REX CALIBER: If Warren had any brains, he'd have stayed down right there! But he's FRIGGING WARREN, so we know he don't!

ROB MARTINEZ: And KKP almost drowning the kid in tequila, that stuff burns! Just because SAD drink it like water... this match is getting out of hand!

REX CALIBER: No kidding.

Paul argues with McDonald about that count. It was only two. Somehow. KKP turns around and kicks a rising Warren in the head. Paul grabs the kid up and
says "It's over!" He hooks a german suplex, looking for the BOTTLE OPENER ---

But wait! Warren is sent through the air so violently he's able to land on his feet! Warren himself looks surprised. Paul turns around, no elbow drop to
complete, then charges Warren ---

BACK DROP! KKP TUMBLES OUT OF THE BAR AGAINST THE MAIN STAIRWELL! He narrowly avoids landing on the merchandise table set up in that corner, but Warren
leaps down at him with a flying cross body that takes the man down! HE COVERS! ONE! TWO! NO! Warren is running on fumes, but he's got to do something.
KKP is getting up, Warren grabs a nearby steel chair and HUCKS it in his face! Paul takes it, but doesn't go down. Warren grabs another steel chair, hucks
this one --- and Paul catches it!

Warren dropkicks it in Paul's face! Cover! ONE! TWO! KICK-OUT! KKP WILL NOT STAY DOWN! Warren with energy from who knows where, hits a DDT on KKP! That
one has to be all ---

ONE! TWO! KICK-OUT!

REX CALIBER: Just TRY keeping Krusty Kid Paul down for a three-count! Warren don't have a hope in hell!

ROB MARTINEZ: Warren throwing everything he's got at KKP, but to no avail! And he only has so much left after the vicious beating he's taken at the hands
of the SAD member!

Warren points to the sky, it's time for a MICROWAVE BURRITO BUSTER! He hooks KKP... there's no turnbuckle, so he runs off the wall instead! NAILS IT! THAT'S
ALL!

ONE!

TWO!

KICK-OUT!

The crowd is in shock! KKP has kicked out of Warren's patented finishing maneuver! Warren looks at the referee in disbelief. "You're like, totally kidding?"
McDonald assures Warren it was only three. Warren isn't sure what to do. He looks to the crowd, then finally grabs KKP, pulling him up while trying to
formulate a plan ---

SHOT.

KKP nails him in the gut hard, then brings Warren's face into his knee. Paul, bruised and stained with the colors in this match, grabs one of the nearby
chairs and opens it up. Oh no. He hooks Warren up on top of the table! He's going to hit a piledriver... not just any piledriver! He looks like he's going
to jump off the stage onto the open chair! HERE HE GOES ---

NO! Warren flips up with the momentum, HURACANRANA! Both men tumble off the stage! They're hurt, but get up somehow, just adrenaline, and Paul comes in,
Warren ducks the big boot, hooks the head ---

MICROWAVE BURRITO BUSTER THROUGH THE OPEN CHAIR!

The crowd goes crazy, as Warren could pin... but wait.

Warren isn't going for the pin. What is this?

ROB MARTINEZ: What are you doing, son? You could win the match! Keep your move!

REX CALIBER: His brain must got punctured too.

ROB MARTINEZ: Wait a minute. Warren ... what's he doing? He just rolled KKP on top of the merch table. What is he... Why is Warren going up the main stairwell?
REX CALIBER: He's running away, Martinez! Warren doesn't want any more of Krusty Kid Paul!

Warren gets to the top of the stairwell, some 12 feet above where Krusty Kid Paul is. The entrance doors are a few feet away, next to the Hard Rock gift
shop. Warren looks out the door...

Then spins and looks over the railing down to KKP on top of the table. The crowd gets to their feet in horror.

Because Warren is climbing on top of the guard rail.

He barely holds himself steady, looks out over the crowd, then pulls his soaked and stained t-shirt off, revealing his less-than-impressive physique, but
he's FEELING IT. Stained with Sweat, Blood, Slurpee, Cheetos and Soda Warren flashes DOUBLE METAL FISTS...

AND

THEN

FLIES

SUPERRRRRR BIIIIIIIG GUUUUUUUUULP!

ROB MARTINEZ: OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GAAAAAAAAAAAWWD!

REX CALIBER: YOU (BLEEP)IN' KIDDING ME!

ROB MARTINEZ: WARREN FROM OVER 16 FEET HIGH JUST CRASHED THROUGH KRUSTY KID PAULLLLL! THEY'RE BOTH DEAD!

THE CROWD!

"HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!"

Warren and Krusty Kid Paul lay strewn in the midst of the ruins of the table, neither man moving. The crowd? THEY HAVEN'T SAT DOWN.

Finally... Warren rolls over, an arm just barely draping KKP. McDonald counts somewhere in the midst of the debris... ONE! TWO! THREE!

JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner... WARREN!

What a match! What a match! The crowd is going crazy as McDonald calls for help. Trainers and security come out and help Warren up, helping him to the back.
Warren manages to raise one hand high, but he's BEAT. Security have KKP up on his feet, he shoves them away. Paul stumbles to the back on his own...

REX CALIBER: That was FUCKING crazy!

ROB MARTINEZ: Warren keeps the Super Big Gulp, Krusty Kid Paul... must abandon the Slushie move! One hell of a match, for pride... but just barely Warren
comes out on top.

REX CALIBER: He don't look like a winner, but damn.

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BloodyValentine
02/14/2008
Barbwire Cage Match for the World Title: "The Show" Chad Kurtis vs Stylin' Kyle Roberts
*Match of the Year

JENNY JERSEY: The following contest is the MAIN EVENT OF THE EVENING! It is a Barbwire Cage match and it is for the REBEL HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP OF THE
WORLD!

"Guess who's back?"

Hit it.

"They say I'm COCKY!

And I say WHAT?

It ain't braggin' motherfucker if you back it up!"

And out comes the challenger. He receives a mixed reaction, some boos, some cheers, but everyone is doing something. It’s loud... REAL LOUD. He smiles at
the crowd and struts to the ring. He then stares up at the fifteen foot high, steel cage waiting for him. ROB MARTINEZ: Chad has been very vocal that some
fence and chicken wire won’t keep him from the title.

REX CALIBER: They ALL sound tough until they see the cage. The cage isn’t that bad, the barbwire at the top... now that will frighten the most hardcore
guys in the fed.

Chad shakes the cage a bit, and then walks through the door.

"I am the man! With the master plan!"

The champ enters through the curtain, wearing the very prized championship belt. He doesn’t seem fazed by anything. He walks straight up to the cage. He
looks it up and down, then a smile is formed. He enters the cage, followed by referee Dale McDonald, who padlocks the cage.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, from Paducah, Kentucky, now residing in Durham, North Carolina. He weighed in at two hundred twenty six pounds. He is a
former TWO TIME REBEL Carolina’s Champion! He is a former REBEL Heavyweight champion of the World. He is the True PTP’er, The Innovator of Offense, THE
SHOW... CHAD KURTIS!

The boos reign in some, but the cheers are being heard as well. The tension in the air is thick.. real thick. These two men want one thing, and right now
Kyle Roberts by all means owns it.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent, from Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan, now residing in Raleigh, North Carolina. He weighed i at two hundred sixty pounds. He is the
current reigning and defending REBEL Pro Wrestling Heavyweight Champion of the WORLD! STYLIN! KYLE ROBERTS!

The bell sounds, and three men are in that cage. Referee Dale McDonald and the two wrestlers.

ROB MARTINEZ: Notice the weight changes? Kyle gained three pounds and Chad lost four.

REX CALIBER: Yeah, Chad hasn’t been moping around like Kyle has, he been training!

The two men look at the cage, then look at themselves, then look at each other. The fans are standing up, and the anticipation is building. All the talking
done, other four matches out the window. No one will interfere. This is man versus man for supreme glory.

They go to the center of the ring and Chad offers a handshake. Kyle looks at the crowd and then lets Chad know that he doesn’t accept, cause “He’s smarter
than Chad.” Chad wipes off the offered hand and the two men lock up. Chad gets drove into the ropes and cage by the bigger Kyle Roberts. Kyle lets up and
follows it up with a WHOOO knife edge chop to the chest. Chad Kurtis smiles at him and flexes his muscles like Sting from 1990! Kyle Roberts doesn’t know
how to react as Chad tells him to bring it! Kyle attempts another but has his arm grabbed. Chad drags Kyle down and applies a Fujiwara Arm-Bar on the Champ!

ROB MARTINEZ: Chad said all week, that’d he would adapt to the environment he was gave. He has focused on a ground game it seems.

REX CALIBER: It seems as such, and he has his feet on the cage, using it for leverage.

ROB MARTINEZ: Smart move! And everything is legal in REBEL!

Chad hears the screams from the Canadian and loves it! The louder the scream the better. The Show lets go and gets up. He drops a leg down on the arm. He
picks up Kyle Roberts and Irish Whips him into the ropes. Kyle hangs onto the cage on the rebound and a drop kick attempt sees Chad hit the mat... HARD!
Kyle wastes little time and covers. ONE! And that’s all we get from that. Kyle has the advantage now and quickly turns Chad over. He kicks the lower back
of Chad, then drops a knee on it for good measure. Kyle Roberts is all about methodically picking a guy a part, and setting up his moves. Kyle drops down
and applies a modified Bow and Arrow! Chad screams as the champ wrenches.

REX CALIBER: You know how Kyle knows that move?

ROB MARTINEZ: You teach it to him?

REX CALIBER: Nah I taught to Amy before she met Kyle... though my version was MORE modified! And naked!

ROB MARTINEZ: You are one soulless individual. Can’t you see how heartbroken the man was?

REX CALIBER: Wait about thirty minutes and you’ll see a heartbroken man when this match ends. Guaranteed!

Kyle gets up and begins to stomp the back of Chad Kurtis. Kyle gets on the second rope and drops down with another knee.. THAT MISSES! Kyle Roberts hit
his knee hard. Chad gets up trying to stretch his back some, getting the feeling into it. Chad sees the limping Kyle Roberts and quickly drop kicks Kyle
in the knee, almost as fast as Kyle got up! Kyle Roberts in a prone position and Chad applies THE FIGURE FOUR LEG-LOCK!

REX CALIBER: Shades of Nature Boy Buddy Landell!

ROB MARTINEZ: Yeah I’m sure THAT’S the Nature Boy everyone thinks of when this move gets applied!

Kyle Roberts is struggling to get to the ropes. It won’t cause Chad to break the hold, but at least he can’t lose if he taps out in them! Kyle is getting
a boost from a PLEASE DON’T TAP CHANT! He feels the crowd, and not to many times have the crowd been louder than this ruckus Hard Rock Cafe! The fans aside,
Kyle must do something to get out. He puts his arm in the air, and tries to turn the move over. Chad is turning the other way, then begins punching the
knee of Kyle. Kyle won’t stop though, and FINALLY GETS IT TURNED! The Show is forced to let go, as he doesn’t want any pressure on his knees. His knees
are very important to his surviving this match.

ROB MARTINEZ: Kyle holds his knee and this is the most wrestling I’ve ever seen in a Barbwire Cage match.

Kyle limps up and Chad gets up as well. Chad showing less signs of back pain as the adrenaline must be pumping higher and higher. Kyle spots a running Chad
Kurtis. Kurtis with a FRANKENSTEINER! REVERSED INTO A POWERBOMB! Kyle points to his temple then covers. ONE! TWO! Not so fast! Chad with a shoulder up
and this match continues. Kyle, favoring his knee, sees a prone Chad. OFF THE ROPES... LIONSAULT! KNEES INTO THE STOMACH OF KYLE! Chad had the move well
scouted. Chad is up and... REVERSE STO! Kyle is out!

ONE!

TWO!

THRE- KICKOUT!

Kyle will NOT go quietly into the night. This match continues, and Chad is going up top. ELBOW DROP TO THE CHEST! Another pin fall! But Kyle gets his shoulder
up at two and seven eighths! Chad is getting more confident, or as his song goes, cocky. Kyle is down and needs to get up. Why? Cause Chad Kurtis is climbing
the cage. Kyle spots him and gets up. He gets to the opposite side of the cage, and Chad comes down after his plans are spoiled. Chad goes over toward
Kyle, who runs at Chad with a clothesline! Chad up quick and Kyle throws him into the ropes. TILT A WHIRL BACK-BREAKER! Chad writhes in pain as both men
are going full tilt for the World title!

ROB MARTINEZ: This is a classic roller coaster match up!

REX CALIBER: I’m not seeing enough of Kyle Roberts getting his ass kicked... and THAT ANGERS ME!

ROB MARTINEZ: You fight in the name of charity next week!

REX CALIBER: Yes, but that doesn’t please me now! I need satisfaction!

Kyle goes for the pin only receiving a two count. Dale McDonald has words with the complaining Kyle. Chants of GET UP SHOW! ring out throughout the theme
restaurant! Kyle looks frustrated as Chad wins the crowd over. Kyle goes to his play-book and brings out a Masa Chono original.. the STF! The back of Chad
has to be hurting in this painful move. As Kyle pulls with the crossface, Dale McDonald checks for a submission. Chad will not give as the fans start to
chant: PLEASE DON’T TAP! Well both men have heard that tonight, so apparently they never want this match to end. A near pro Kyle, mixed Chad crowd is pretty
much cheering both men equally now! Chad is in the middle of the ring, and has no way out. He starts flailing his arms backward, trying to escape... and
Kyle gets accidentally nicked in the eye. He breaks the hold quickly and Dale McDonald checks his eye. Kyle is having a hard time seeing the ref’s fingers.
Dale asks him if he can continue, and a FUCK YEAH is heard no matter if you are the front row to the people in the back. Chad Kurtis gets up slowly, as
Kyle winces to see him. Chad comes toward Kyle who is leaning on the ropes/cage and Kyle grabs Chad’s head and smashes it into the cage. Chad bounces off
and has a trickle of blood coming from his forehead. Kyle pounces on Chad, and begins hitting him with lefts and rights. Both men wrapped up their hands
real good, so it’s heavily taped fists landing. The cut is widened and the blood flows freely.

ROB MARTINEZ: Chad pissed Kyle off, but he didn’t mean to hit him in the eye.

REX CALIBER: Kyle just turned it up a notch, but nevertheless the move was broken. Now can Chad survive the onslaught of this pounding.

Kyle gets off him and sees blood on his hands. And a sick smile comes on Kyle’s face. The crowd pops big time as they know the match has just been turned
around. Chad is up and trying to climb the cage. Is he looking for a huge high spot? It doesn’t matter, Kyle isn’t gonna let it happen. He starts climbing
too and they are eye to eye with themselves and barbwire. Chad’s head is pushed forward, but Chad muscles up to stop it... centimeters from the barb wire.
He elbows Kyle and grabs his head, RAKING IT IN THE BARB WIRE! KYLE ROBERTS FALLS HARD TO THE MAT! Chad sees him... SPINNING LEG DROP FROM UP HIGH! THE
SHOW COVERS KYLE!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE! NOPE, NOT YET! Kyle somehow, someway gets a shoulder up. Instinct perhaps. The Show is bloody and looks to be in near tears. He thought he had him.
Chad gets frustrated and begins to wail on the head of Kyle Roberts. The already blood stained mat from earlier bloody matches is stained further as pool
of blood gathers under the head of Kyle. This is a mess and both men will start losing energy quick. Stamina building exercises don’t help a man when he
loses blood. Kyle has more than his hands with blood on them. It’s all in his hairy chest as well. Chad staggers up and waits in the corner. Kyle tries
getting up and is on one knee. SHINING WIZARD FROM CHAD KURTIS... DUCKED. Kyle gets up quick and SUPER KICK FROM KYLE ROBERTS? INDEED! Chad is out. Kyle
can’t cover but uses the time to get to his feet.

ROB MARTINEZ: Roberts is a damn mess. Maybe only the TBA street fight have I seen him bleed like this.

REX CALIBER: He isn’t the only man stuck here.. Chad isn’t exactly slowing down on the blood loss. This match might be decided on who has thicker blood.

Chad finally rises. Kyle is propped against the cage and ropes. A weird smile comes across both men’s face. They nod to one another, and meet in the middle
of the ring. The bump knuckles in a show of respect? This is INSANE! They tie up and Kyle gets caught in side headlock. He shoots Chad into the ropes,
off the rebound Kyle gets Chad in position for the MOOSE JAW DRIVER! IT CONNECTS! The cover, the hook of the leg:

ONE!

TWO!

THREE? NOPE! Foot on the ropes interrupts the count. Kyle is bloody as hell but points to his head. He grabs the legs of Chad Kurtis and... BEAR TAMER!
ROB MARTINEZ: He won back the World title with this very move. How does Chad survive this?

Kyle has it locked in good. He has him in the middle of the ring. Chad balls his fist up and then opens it. The crowd begin another PLEASE DON’T TAP CHANT!

But Chad has not choice but to...

BALL IT BACK UP!

Chad flails around a minute then squirms and crawls backward contorting his body, getting through the legs of Kyle. Kyle tries to stomp him but had his
foot caught. He gets tripped up. Both men get up virtually at the same time. Both men face each other. Toe kick from Chad Kurtis! CK FINALE CONNECTS! CK
FINALE CONNECCCCTS! The academic cover! Chad covers nonchalantly!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT! KICKOUT! KICKOUT!

REX CALIBER: How the fuck did that happen?

ROB MARTINEZ: ....

Chad is in shock. Kyle is still out though. He ain’t moving.

REX CALIBER: Chad is making a HUGE MISTAKE! He is climbing the cage. This is not going to end well.

ROB MARTINEZ: He wanted his “Snuka moment” and he is gonna scale the cage.

Kyle still is somewhat out. Bleeding still, barely moving. Chad is near the top of the cage. He looks back at Kyle. He looks to the fans. The are ALL CHANTING...
SHOW...SHOW...SHOW! He climbs all the way up, disregarding the poor footing cause of the barbwire. Kyle Roberts hasn’t moved, but it could be a possum
move.

Chad rolls his hands over themselves. HE DIVES... and you see it like in slow motion

180 DEGREES

360 DEGREES

480 DEGREES

560 DEGREES

SIX HUNDRED AND FIFTY DEGREE SPLASH....

CONNNNECCTTTS!!!!!

THE COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

THE CROWD EXPLODES!

ROB MARTINEZ: OHHH MY GOD! UN FUCKING BELIEVABLE! 3 and half turns off the cage. And it wouldn’t be possible if the CK Finale wouldn’t have been hit.

REX CALIBER: All the credit in the world goes to Kyle Roberts for on guts and instinct ALONE survived the CK Finale. But a 650 splash?

JENNY JERSEY: The winner and NEEEEEW REBEL HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE WORLD... THE SHOOOWW! CHAD KURTIS!

Chad is receiving the belt and is asking for the mic.

CHAD KURTIS: They ain’t many feelings like this. This is my Super Bowl! I want to tell each and every fan in here tonight, the ones back in Raleigh watching
on the screen. The South Carolina Screw Job wasn’t something I am proud of. THIS IS ME ASKING FOR FORGIVENESS! I proved to everyone that I didn’t need
to cheat to win. Most of all, I showed MYSELF! THANK YOU FANS! I LOVE YOU ALL!

And as the show ends we see a dazed Kyle Roberts get up. He looks weird in his expression. He offers his hand in respect, the same notion turned down by
Kyle earlier. Chad looks at it, as blood goes all over the belt. HE SHAKES IT! The two exchange respectful words as Kyle exits to let Chad have his moment.
This event was damn sure bloody. But maybe it’s the spirit of the holiday, but the fans LOVED IT ALL! And a man who walked in with just a few cheers, just
won over the entire Carolinas! THE SHOW... STEALS THE SHOW!

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Volunteer Slam
02/23/2008
Davidson and Manny X try to kill one another!

Manny X is in the ring, and has been handed several instruments of destruction. He has a golf club in one hand, and a cheese grater in the other. Michael
Davidson, accompanied by Brent Taylor, has chosen to wear a leather, Hannibal style mask. He has brought his own bucket of weapons, carried by Brent Taylor.
He has forks, a machete, and tons of other metallic objects. In his hand is a nail filled baseball bat. Neither man is smiling as the bell sounds. Alan
Stone is the poor soul responsible for referring these two maniacal individuals. . Ring crew attendants collect weapons from the crowd. We have keyboards,
VCR’s, a toy dinosaur, a rake, two shovels, and a tricycle so far. Attendants are now pushing around garbage cans, collecting more items. No lock ups here,
as Manny X gets bum rushed and is in the corner, getting choked across the throat with a bat. Manny X with a kick between the legs and Michael Davidson
staggers back. Manny X charges and smashes the masked covered forehead of Davidson. Davidson lands on his back as Manny X mounts him. He uses the golf
club to choke Davidson now. Davidson fights him off, and lands an elbow strike to the bald head of Manny X. Manny X dismounts from his position and Davidson
rises up. He is thrown a computer Keyboard from Taylor and NAILS Manny X with it. Manny collapses and Davidson with a quick cover. One is all that is counted
before Manny gets up.

Davidson fires with a fork, he had in his jean’s pocket. Manny X gushes blood as Davidson, who never smiles, must in somehow be feeling good about the match.
Manny X blocks a second attempt and boots Davidson in the stomach. A CROSS LEGGED FISHERMAN BUSTER! He keeps him hooked for the pin ONE, TWO, TAYLOR IN
FOR THE SAVE! This isn’t a tag match, and Alan Stone tells Brent to go the back. No DQ’s in REBEL, but a very low threshold for bullshit too. Brent is
on the apron, arguing with Alan Stone. Brent pushes Alan and Alan with all his might, pushes back, knocking Brent to the floor. Brent falls very oddly
on his right hand, and screams out in pain. Alan Stone goes outside to check on Brent. Manny X picks up the toy dinosaur, bouncing it off the head of Davidson.
Davidson wasn’t fazed much and nails a jumping side kick. Davidson picks up the bat, and grinds the nail end into the forehead of Manny X. At this time,
we’d like to bring attention the parents who are telling their kids that it’s all make believe and it’s fake blood. The kids are either crying, or so into
the match that it’s scary. This might be the end of wrestling fund raisers for REBEL! Davidson gives up on torturing Manny X, and realizes the ref is gone.
Alan Stone, the ONLY ref on duty is helping Taylor to the back.

Davidson is yelling at them both, as Manny X grabs a machete from ringside. He goes after Davidson, slicing the arm open. Davidson yells in pain, as Manny
applies an armbar to the bloody arm. He is trying to open the wound further. Manny gets bored and wants to inflict more damage. He grabs a rope out of
the trash can full of weapons. He goes after Davidson, who nails Manny in the stomach. Davidson takes the rope, wraps it around the throat of Manny X.
He throws Manny over the top rope, and is HANGING HIM! The crowd begins to file out of the arena, well the ones with children anyway. The ones who knew
what REBEL was have chose to stay. Around fifty fans remain, as Manny X is dropped to the floor after several minutes of hanging. Manny X is laying on
his back. Davidson goes up top and IMPACT PLAYA MISSES! The blood from the arm dripped onto the turnbuckle and Davidson slipped off. Both men are laying
on the floor, no ref insight and most of the crowd has left. Medical Staff members come out to check on both men, and they are getting stretchers out for
both men.

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March Madness
03/04/2008
Pimptastic Attraction I: Mike "Assman" Trey vs Stone Zellor

The ring crew is setting up for the Pimptastic Attraction match. Two poles are attached to opposite ring posts. On one, a pimp cane dangles from a cord.
On the other, a trio of disco balls have been strung up to be used as weapons of mass pimpstruction. On the outside a table has been set up with various
pimp items. Brass knuckles. A large gold goblet. A ton of gold chains and a stack of Kayne West CDs and a boom box. Anyway, the ring is ready, so let's
go to Jenny!

JENNY JERSEY: This next match is your special "Pimptastic Attraction Match!"

The fans pop huge for no other reason that they know in a few short minutes they'll see some hot strippers.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, he is your special guest referee!

ROB MARTINEZ: Guest Referee?

REX CALIBER: Oh yeah, I guess I forgot to tell you. My bad.

JENNY JERSEY: He is a former REBEL Tag Team Champion and known the world over as the master of mayhem....DR. TITTYLOVER!!!!

The crowd pops huge as "The Way She Moves" By OutKast hits the sound system! From behind the curtain steps a man most notorious. At six foot five and two
hundred sixty eight pounds, he strikes a striking pose. Imagine a tall Wesley snipes who doesn't beat women. He makes his way to the ring dressed in tight
leather pants, zebra print boots and a fishnet shirt. Oh, and he has a huge 'fro.

ROB MARTINEZ: Dr. Tittylover!? Isn't there warrants for his arrest?

REX CALIBER: Several in fact. But who would know more about a match like this than....That thing in the ring?

Switch back to inside the ring and Dr. Tittylover snatches the microphone away from a frightened Jenny Jersey.

DR. TITTYLOVER: Hit the bricks you skinny white bitch! Let a true pimp handle his business!

ROB MARTINEZ: This reeks of trouble. How can Dr. Tittylover call this match down the middle? He was a former tag champ with one of the wrestlers in this
match!

REX CALIBER: I don't care, I'm just waiting for the hoes!

DR. TITTYLOVER: Now we gotta go over a few rules for this Pimptastic Attraction so pay attention! First off, there are NO rope breaks! Rope breaks are for
pussies and real pimps don't need 'em!

Cheers from the crowd.

DR. TITTYLOVER: Second, falls count anywhere in this bitch!

Another loud ovation from the crowd.

DR. TITTYLOVER: Third, everytime a wrestler kicks out of a pin....I take off a piece of my clothing.

Silence.

REX CALIBER: Woof....

ROB MARTINEZ: Please, like you didn't see that coming. Damn you Rex.

DR. TITTYLOVER: Now let's get this damn thing underway! Bring out the hoes!

The crowd roars back to life as a parade of scantily clad beauties make their way out from the back! They take their positions around the ring.

REX CALIBER: Hey! I know that redhead!

ROB MARTINEZ: Easy.

DR. TITTYLOVER: Now, coming to the ring first.....

”Superfreak” by Rick James... BITCH, hits and we see Mike "Assman" Trey step out from the back!

DR. TITTYLOVER: Give it up for my former tag partner and all around pimp in training...Assman!

Assman is dressed in sequined MC Hammer pants, an open silk shirt and sports enough jewelry to make Mr. T envious. Assman makes his way down to the ring
and slides inside. The two men hug and the crowd is chanting "We Want Ass! We Want Ass! We Want Ass!"

"Connection" by Elastica hits and the crowd turns their cheers into white hot heat!

DR. TITTYLOVER: Next up, this cat is the NAPW Champion of...Something. I dunno. Anyway give it up for the second pimp in training..."I Like To Get High"
Stone Zellor!

Zellor struts out from the back wearing a golden-brown Godfather hat. A golden, velvety coat that comes draped with premium, gold brown-striped, long chinchilla
fur. Along with the black silk shirt and diamond stimulant encrusted dollar sign necklace. Oh, and it finishes with some loose fitting silky pants. The
crowd however could care less as they try to boo him out of the building.

ROB MARTINEZ: I can't believe I'm about to call a match that involves strippers and wanna be pimps.

REX CALIBER: See Rob, dreams CAN come true!

ROB MARTINEZ: Ugh.

Zellor climbs into the ring and sneers at Assman. Oh it's on!

The Mad Pimp calls for the bell and the two men approach each other slowly. The men are standing almost nose to nose trash talking each other as the crowd
starts up with a rowdy "Show Us Boobies!" chant! Zellor drives a knee into the gut of Assman! Scoop slam from Zellor puts Trey onto the mat. Pimp strut
by Zellor! The crowd showers him with boos as Assman picks himself off the mat. The two men circle each other and tie up. Side headlock by Trey. Zellor
shoots him off into the ropes. Zellor ducks early and Assman leapfrogs him. Zellor turns around and takes a hip toss courtesy of Assman. Mike Trey with
the Ass Wiggle! The fans pop and Zellor looks pissed as he pulls himself to his feet. Trey advances onto Zellor but takes a kick to the midsection. Chop
across the chest from Zellor! Another! A third! European uppercut from Assman! Snapmare driver from Mike Trey and Zellor rolls to the outside!

ROB MARTINEZ: A bit of a feeling out process here in this....Match.

REX CALIBER: Hey Rob, can you get the attention of that little Asian girl for me?

ROB MARTINEZ: I will not!

Zellor is being caressed and basically felt up by the hoes on the outside. Wait a second! One of the hoes have reached inside his pocket and stolen his
wallet! Zellor starts to give chase but is blocked by a wall of angry hoes. Zellor turns to get back into the ring and takes a baseball slide to the sternum
from Trey! Assman rolls to the outside and pulls Zellor back to his feet. European uppercut sends Zellor over the railing and into the front row! Assman
climbs over the guard rail and continues to do battle with Zellor as Dr. Tittylover is chatting up several hoes at ringside. In the crowd, fans part like
the red sea as Zellor and Assman trade rights and lefts. Rake to the eyes from Zellor stun Assman. A chair driven into the ribs doubles the master of the
Ass Wiggle over. Zellor connects with a chair shot across the back of Assman!

ROB MARTINEZ: Zellor showing that mean streak of his.

REX CALIBER: Just think, if Assman were wrestling CLINT Zellor this match would have ended a long time ago. That guy sucked.

Dr. Tittylover has finally made it into the crowd and even takes sips of beer offered to him by the fans. Zellor has his chair at the ready and Trey is
slowly getting to his feet. Zellor charges and Assman gives him a backdrop onto the floor! Assman takes a chair, folds it up and places it across the face
of Zellor. Leg drop across the chair! Trey goes for the cover as Tittylover counts! One! Two! Zellor kicks out! Trey starts to pull Zellor to his feet
when he (and everyone else) notices that Tittylover strips off his fishnet shirt and hurls it into the crowd! The distraction is all Zellor needs as he
low blows Assman! Atomic drop from Zellor! Trey is quickly spun around and takes an inverted atomic drop from Zellor that leaves him hunched over and holding
the small of his back in pain. A clothesline from Zellor puts Trey on the floor.

ROB MARTINEZ: Two atomic drops in a row! That has to compress the spine!

REX CALIBER: It makes your ass hurt too.

Zellor picks Assman off the floor and leads him through the crowd, back to a guard rail where Trey is flung over the top. Trey lands near the pimp table
and quickly reaches up for something as Zellor climbs over the railing. Zellor tries to grab Trey but takes a shot to the head with the pimp cup! Zellor
slumps against the guard railing holding his head as Assman tosses away the cup and plants a boot to his foes midsection. Assman grabs Zellor and starts
to lead him to the ring but Stone quickly reaches over and snatches something off of the pimp table. Stone knocks away Assman’s hand and shatters a glass
bong across the skull of Trey! The fans let loose a "Treys a Crackhead!" chant.

ROB MARTINEZ: What the? What was that? A light tube of some sort?

REX CALIBER: Uh....Sure.

Zellor rolls Trey into the ring and slides in after him. Stone takes his diamond stimulant encrusted dollar sign necklace from around his neck and wraps
it around his fist. Trey is getting to his feet and takes a shot straight to the forehead from Stone! Zellor stands over Assman as Dr. Tittylover finally
slides into the ring. Trey rolls over to his side and the camera zooms in on his face which is now a crimson mask! Zellor mounts Assman and pounds away
at his head with the necklace opening the wound even wider! Assman manages to shove Stone off of him but his face tells the story. He's been cut open and
he's bleeding like a stuck pig. Zellor throws his necklace onto the mat (which in turn is promptly stolen by a hoe) and rolls to the outside. Stone reaches
under the ring apron and pulls out a ladder that looks like it was covered in tons of bling! It's a damn platinum ladder!

ROB MARTINEZ: Nice ladder.

REX CALIBER: I never thought I'd ever be jealous of anything a Zellor had!

The ladder is slid into the ring and Zellor climbs in after it. Trey is getting to his feet when he takes a running kneelift from Stone! Trey staggers back
and Zellor scoop slams him onto the ladder! The crowd has gone silent as Zellor is in firm control of this match. Zellor rolls Trey off the ladder and
then proceeds to set the ladder up. Stone drags Assman into position and then starts to climb to the top of the ladder! At the top of the ladder Zellor
smirks at the crowd and goes for a diving headbutt! Assman moves and Stone hits nothing but canvas! Wait a second, Assman is gesturing to one of the hoes
on the outside! The hoe climbs up onto the ring apron, then to the top turnbuckle and pulls off her black dress revealing a pair of shorts and a tee shirt
that reads "ASSMAN!" Trey rolls Zellor into position and the Hoe takes flight! Five star Hoe-Splash! The crowd pops huge as Assman goes for the cover!
One! Two! Stone kicks out!

ROB MARTINEZ: Mike Trey had a plant in the group of, uh, hoes.

REX CALIBER: I'm starting to like how this guy thinks!

As promised, Dr. Tittylover takes off another article of clothing. This time (thankfully) his snakeskin boots. A bloody Assman grabs one of the boots, waits
for Zellor to pull himself to his feet and then waffles him upside the head with the heavy boot! Zellor doesn't go down! Another shot across the cranium
with the boot heel! Zellor is on spaghetti legs when he takes the third shot to the head! Zellor drops to the mat and Assman tosses the boot into the crowd.
Assman rolls to the outside, shoves most of the items off of the pimp table and suddenly stops. He grabs a Kanye West CD and cracks open the case. Zellor
is trying to get to his feet in the ring but looks to be out on his feet. Trey sticks the CD into a portable boombox. Assman hits the "Play" button and
rolls into the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: What the Hell?

REX CALIBER: I HATE KANYE WEST!

Sure enough the crowd hears it as Assman has the sound cranked up as high as it can go -

"She take my money when I'm in need
Yea she's a trifflin friend indeed
Oh she's a gold digga way over town
That dig's on me "

It's "Golddigger!"

"(She did me wrong)
Now I aint sayin she a gold digger (When I'm Need)
But she aint messin wit no broke niggaz
(She did me wrong)
Now I aint sayin she a gold digger (When I'm need)
but she aint messin wit no broke niggaz
get down girl go head get down (I gotta leave)
get down girl go head get down (I gotta leave)
get down girl go head get down (I gotta leave)
get down girl go head"

The inhumanity!

In the ring Zellor is lead to the ring ropes by Trey. European uppercut from Assman sends Stone out of the ring and onto the apron. Assman climbs out after
him!

"Cutie the bomb
Met her at a beauty salon
With a baby louis vuitton
Under her underarm
She said I can tell you ROC
I can tell by ya charm
Far as girls you got a flock
I can tell by ya charm and ya arm
but I'm lookin for the one
have you seen her
My psychic told me she have a ass like Serena
Trina, Jennifer Lopez, four kids"

Zellor is on his feet and Assman steps behind him. Ass- Cracker off of the ring apron and through the pimp table! A loud "Holy Shit!" chant bounces off
the walls!

ROB MARTINEZ: Mike Trey might have just broken Stone Zellors back!

REX CALIBER: At least they took out the damn stereo!

Tittylover slides out of the ring and pulls pieces of table off of the men. Both men’s shoulders are on the floor and Tittylover looks confused at what
to do. Finally he shrugs his shoulders, grabs Zellor, hauls him up and rolls him into the ring! Mike Trey is trying to get up but he's not fast enough
for Tittylover who hoists him up and shots him into the squared circle! Tittylover climbs into the ring just as Assman drapes an arm across the chest of
Zellor! One! Two! Zellor kicks out! A bloody Assman looks up at Tittylover questioning the count. Tittylover shows him two fingers then starts to undo
his leather pants!

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh good God!

REX CALIBER: That's it, I'm not gonna watch any longer. Just tell me when it's over!

Off come the pants and Tittylover is standing in the ring with just a G String and a smile. The crowd is disgusted to say the least. Zellor is hauled to
his feet and whipped into the ropes. It's reversed and Trey finds himself being the one coming off the ropes! Running kneelift from Zellor puts Assman
onto the mat! Instead of going for a pin, Zellor heads for the nearest turnbuckle. He climbs to the top, reaches up and pulls the trio of Disco balls off
their rope. Trey is getting back to his feet when he takes a shot to the head by a disco ball! It shatters everywhere littering the mat with shards of
glass! Assman drops to his knees holding his head which is pouring blood. Zellor raises the second disco ball high above his head but before he can strike
he takes a headbutt to the groin!

REX CALIBER: Is it over?

ROB MARTINEZ: I'll let you know.

Zellor gets hoisted up unto the shoulders of Assman and takes a Death Valley Driver onto a disco ball! The crowd groans in horror as Zellor rolls away from
Assman, his back covered in tiny glass shards. Both men are slow to get up, blood pouring down the face of Trey and the back of Zellor looking like raw
hamburger meat. They meet in the center of the ring. Chop from Zellor! Chop from Assman! Right hand from Zellor! European uppercut from Assman! A jawbreaker
from Zellor! Assman is down on the mat and Zellor goes for a pin. One! Two! Assman kicks out! Tittylover is quick to his feet and is teasing taking off
his G String! Zellor is pleading with him and suddenly gets rolled up from behind! One! Two! Zellor kicks out!

REX CALIBER: Oh God is he naked?

ROB MARTINEZ: No he hasn't had a chance! The action has picked up!

Both men are quick to their feet and Assman takes a thumb to the eye! Snap suplex from Zellor! Stone turns folds up his pimp ladder and wedges it between
the second and top turnbuckle. Assman is trying to get up and takes a discus lariat! Zellor pulls Trey to his feet and Irish whips him into the turnbuckle
where the ladder is placed. It's reversed and Zellor smacks back first into the ladder! Zellor staggers out of the corner and Assman hoists him up for
what looks to be a snake eyes maneuver. Zellor starts kicking his legs and reverses the move into a tombstone piledriver! Zellor goes for the pin! One!
Two! Assman puts a foot on the ropes, Tittylover ignores it per his rules and we get a three count!

ROB MARTINEZ: Stone Zellor wins what has to be one of the oddest matches in the history of REBEL!

REX CALIBER: I'm just glad Tittylover didn't get naked!

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JENNY JERSEY: The following contest is scheduled for one fall at a special SIXTY minute time limit. Introducing the competitors...

Dark, eerie blues. The Black Keys can only mean one man.

Rees.

The native newfie comes out with an intense expression on his dark eyes. His long hair is wild and his beard is growing in thickly. Rees makes his way to
the ring like a driven man.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first! At six-foot one, two-hundred and forty-seven pounds... he is one of only two Grand Slam champions in NAPW history, and
a decorated eight-time champion in that promotion! From Wabana, Bell Island, Newfoundland, Canada, he is "Da Technical Terror" ... "LDK!" LLOYD! REES!
ROB MARTINEZ: Because they know these men can go all night, REBEL has placed a sixty minute time limit on the match.

REX CALIBER: Now after all the blood, guts, violence and mayhem... it's time for some technical wrestling.

ROB MARTINEZ: REBEL Pro is not just about the extreme, it's about bringing in the men who are the best. These fans appreciate the technical wrestling as
much as they do a steel chair shot.

REX CALIBER: Don't give the people too much credit, we are in Carolina.

ROB MARTINEZ: You're from here!

REX CALIBER: Exactly!

"I AM THE MAN!"

Philosopher Kings swank the joint up and the crowd goes wild as Stylin' Kyle Roberts struts through the entrance way with style and flair! Roberts, chewing
gum cockily, makes his way to the ring, slapping fans hands, rolling into the ring and showboating for the crowd a bit on the top rope.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent! Standing six-foot three and weighing two-hundred fifty-seven pounds! He is a five-time NAPW tag team champion and a two-time
REBEL PRO WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION! From Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan, Canada, ladies and gentlemen, I give you... STYLIN! KYLE! ROBERTS!

ROB MARTINEZ: Quite an ovation for the former REBEL champion, and Rex, what a match we are looking at here. Kyle Roberts undoubtedly the best technical
wrestler in REBEL Pro Wrestling. In Lloyd Rees, you have arguably the best technical wrestler in NAPW these days. These two men, despite two years in the
same circles, have never met in a one-on-one environment. What's your analysis?

REX CALIBER: First of all Rob, I'm the best technical wrestler in REBEL Pro AND the best champion ever! But I'll give Roberts some props, he's damn good,
just not as good as Rex Caliber ... or Thomas Young for that matter. Or JJ Nickels, who is going to whoop up on Kyle at Birthday Bash!

ROB MARTINEZ: Yes, Rex, but how about THIS match right now?

REX CALIBER: Well anyways, like I was saying, me and Rees go way back and lately the man's been on a tear! This is the kind of match where it's all about
the first mistake, and neither man is going to want to make it. Because if they get a chance, both Kyle and Rees will go for the kill, and they both know
all kinds of ways to damn hurt ya.

ROB MARTINEZ: These two men between them hold FIFTEEN different titles between NAPW and REBEL! Fifteen! This is surely to be a classic... and there's the
bell!

Rees and Roberts meet in the center of the ring, no trash-talking, just sizing each other up. Not a lot of difference here. Roberts with a slight height
and weight advantage, mostly negligible. Two evenly matched competitors with the same focus in their skillsets. Rees extends a hand. Roberts, lazily chewing
his gum, raises his eyebrows and winks at the crowd, but accepts what turns out to be quite a firm handshake. Both men break, and then begin to circle.
Collar-and-elbow tie-up, Roberts gains control with an armbar.

Rees hisses in pain, but is able to reverse the hold, getting Roberts in the same hold. Kyle rolls forward and up, twist, turn, and then it's Rees right
back into the armbar! Rees again defending, is able to reverse it into an armbar, yanking down on Roberts' arm forcefully. Rees drives the point of the
elbow into the shoulder joint, once again, Kyle down to one knee. Up again, Roberts tries to reverse, Rees reverses the reversal, into the armbar again,
this time Rees turns it into a hammerlock behind the back! Roberts trying to find a way out, Rees wrenching up as Kyle grunts.

Roberts reaches back, trying to get a hold, Rees picks him up for a back suplex --- Roberts throws his weight forward and snapmares Rees over! Roberts grabs
an arm and gets Rees from behind, turning him around and getting on top of him amateur style, Rees facedown trying to get out, Roberts keeping the hold
on. Rees however is able to roll onto his side and uses his free arm to get a headlock, Kyle breaks that hold. Rees working the side headlock, Kyle trying
to get out, gaining his feet, but Rees side headlock takes him over again! Rees with the advantage on Kyle, and the action pauses for a moment!

ROB MARTINEZ: Hold-for-hold, these two men jockeying for position. It's like you said Rex, nobody wants to make the first mistake.

REX CALIBER: I'm good for somethin' once in a while.

ROB MARTINEZ: Lloyd Rees with a headlock firmly applied, Kyle trying to find a way out --- he gets a headscissors! Now Roberts with the advantage, ooh,
bringing the leg down across the chest, now squeezing, Rees rolls forward, he's free! Kyle is still down, Rees grabs the legs, GOING FOR THE LANCE COVER
LEGLOCK!

REX CALIBER: That'd be it right here ---

ROB MARTINEZ: Roberts blocking, wait, Roberts reverses! Wait a minute, he has Rees, looking for the BEAR-TAMER! Can he get him into position --- Rees is
so quickly to grab the ropes, and there's a clean break! Remember in REBEL, you can't be disqualified, but the referee won't count a submission that occurs
in the ropes, so you still have make that break... and this crowd here in Lenoir is showing these two men how much they appreciate the SPORT of Professional
Wrestling!

Rees and Roberts each up to a standing base, distance between them. Stalemate. The crowd is giving a roaring ovation for that display! Roberts gives a big,
cocky but charming grin as Rees adjusts his elbow pads. They nod at each other and go right back to the collar-and-elbow tie-up! This time neither man
seems able to get the advantage on the other, jockeying for position with incredibly firm grips, both men's muscles straining as they try to gain the advantage!
Rees backs Kyle into a corner, seemingly with the advantage... but Roberts pushes back, now pushing Rees back into a corner! Rees pushes back as both men
circle around, locked in combat! Neither man can get the advantage... they're into the ropes now, referee Alan Stone looking for a break, but instead...
Roberts and Rees step through the middle rope to the apron, STILL TIED UP! They drop down to the floor...

STILL IN THE TIE-UP! THEY'RE GOING AROUND RINGSIDE! Neither man wants to give this up, it's a battle of pride and wills now! They're up against the guardrail
as the nearby fans are going wild for *wrestling*. Amazing, Roberts and Rees are able to get back into the ring...

AND STILL TRYING TO WIN THE TIE-UP! Up to their feet, center of the ring, and as one, the two men roughly break off from each other, chests heaving from
the exertion. Roberts isn't looking as cocky now, Rees couldn't be more intense. The crowd gives them another ovation, and now Roberts... wants a test
of strength? He holds the hand up high, fingers open. Rees reaches up, locking hands, RRRRRR. The other hand up, both men already trying to squeeze the
other man's hand to dust, LOCKED! They slam into each other and try to win the lead. And Roberts seems to be winning! He's forcing Rees back, back...

Until Rees is bent over backwards, only held up by bridging on the top of his head!

But then...

Rees somehow begins to fight back! Roberts almost looks surprised, as Rees slowly begins to come back! And now Roberts is being pushed backwards, backwards,
until he's in the same position as Rees just was! But Rees isn't about to let go of this! With Kyle bridged backwards, he jumps up, landing on Kyle's thighs
with his own legs. Roberts grunts, but doesn't stop his bridge. Rees gets off, then tries again ---

Roberts lowers his bridge and gets the feet up, rolling backwards with Rees, rolling again until he can monkeyflip Rees across the ring! Rees gets up, KYLE
WITH A LARIAT --- Rees ducks ---

And Kyle pulls his lariat right before, then gets an INSIDE CRADLE! ONE! TWO! Rees kicks out! Both men getting up, Rees looking stunned at being caught
like that, and Kyle gives him just one look. He taps the side of his head, but he doesn't even need to do the talking, because the crowd immediately yells...
"SMARTER THAN YOU!"

REX CALIBER: Just because Lloyd don't speak proper english don't mean Kyle's smarter than him!

ROB MARTINEZ: Yes, he "don't." Kyle faked Rees out with that lariat and got a two-count off a surprise inside cradle. You have to give the early advantage
to Roberts after that tactic.

REX CALIBER: I don't got to give him nothin' but herpes.

ROB MARTINEZ: How would YOU give him herpes?

REX CALIBER: Your mom!

Both men are back up, and once more into the collar-and-elbow tie-up. This time Kyle cinches in a headlock right away, letting the crowd know he's the man
in charge. Rees locked up tight, backs into the ropes and gets momentum to shoot Kyle off! Roberts at a run, Rees drops down, Kyle rebounds, Rees leapfrogs
his man, Kyle off the ropes one more time... Rees with a lariat, Kyle ducks, rebounds again and comes off --- caught! Rees rolls him through INTO A SINGLE
LEG CRAB! Lance Storm style! Roberts is in it, yelling in pain as he quickly scrambles for the ropes. Almost, almost, got 'em! Alan Stone tells Lloyd to
let go.

Rees does, but doesn't let up on Kyle. He has the man in the ropes, forearm shiver to keep Kyle on his toes, another irish whip. This time Rees delivers
a HIIIIIGH back body drop that sends Kyle flat on his back! Kyle pops up, Rees forcing him into the corner where he gives him a knife-edge chop that causes
Kyle to spit his gum out from the impact!

Irish whip and Kyle goes up, over, and OUT to the apron from the momentum, Rees nail him with a lariat as Kyle runs the apron! Kyle goes down and spills
to the floor, and now Rees is on top. He slides out to the floor and grabs Kyle by the scruff of the neck, shooting him back in.

Rees comes in and grabs Kyle around the waist --- delivering stiff forearm shots to the back of Kyle's neck and shoulders! Oh my, those are hard!

ROB MARTINEZ: We saw the Lance Cove Leglock earlier in this contest, but we know that LDK likes to finish his opponents off with the Conception Bay Chinlock...
that is the purpose of these hard blows to the shoulders and neck! Soften the man up!

REX CALIBER: Kyle's already soft like a Cheep, he don't need no tenderizing. But this shows you just what kind of wrestler Rees is, he targets a man and
there's no letting up!

Rees with a gutwrench puts Kyle down, then he grabs the shoulder for a reverse arm-bar, taking care to put his opposite elbow back into the side of Kyle's
head and pushing, straining the shoulder and neck again. Roberts kicks the mat in pain, but there's no chance of a submission. Rees gets up, holding the
armbar, and yanks on it hard, yanking right on the socket. He turns underneath, then brings the socket down right over his own shoulder. Kyle yells in
pain and walks off, holding his shoulder, Rees however grabs him for a snap suplex! Floatover into a cover, one, two, Roberts out.

The former Lemondrop Kid goes right back to the arm, this time hammerlocking it behind Roberts' back again. LDK not deviating from his gameplan, now driving
the point of the elbow into the shoulder and neck area, made more tender by the torgue on Kyle's arm. Roberts reaches up, trying to snapmare Rees over
like he did before, but Rees driving another vicious forearm shot into the back of the neck...

Followed by a hammerlock suplex, dumping Kyle right on the neck and shoulders with a twisted arm! Kyle in pain as Rees grabs him, looking for the WABANA
BRAINBUSTER! Kyle blocks it for all he's worth, Rees hammers his back, tries again, Kyle once again blocks, the brainbuster would put him in prime spot
to be finished! Roberts gets a kneelift up into Rees' mid-section, another, another, and double-underhooks Rees' arms... into a BACKBREAKER! Roberts falls
backwards, holding his neck in pain, but Rees is holding his own back!

ROB MARTINEZ: And speaking of softening a man up for a move... Stylin' Kyle Roberts loves to use the Bear-Tamer, that modified boston crab! This may be
the opening Kyle needs, if he can capitalize.

Rees is up first, he's taken less damage, but Roberts is able to get underneath him with a fireman's carry takedown. Rees sits up, and Roberts kicks him
in the back! Rees grits his teeth in a painful grimace as Roberts gets some distance, then runs... HENNIG NECKSNAP! "Perfectly" executed! Rees' neck snaps
back as Roberts flies over cover a cover, one, two, Rees gets out. Roberts picks Rees up, scoop slam? Oh, onto the knee! Unique move by the former REBEL
champ there.

Stylin' Kyle Roberts rolls Rees over, then shouts out "this one's for that douche Astros!" What's this? BOW AND ARROW LOCK! Roberts rolls back and hoists
Rees into the air on his knees. Rees grunting in pain, making all sorts of unhappy noises as Roberts tries to bend him in half. He has to be careful his
own shoulders don't end up on the canvas...

ONE!

TWO!

Roberts has to release the hold to make sure he doesn't get counted. He takes a bit of issue with that, but Alan Stone tells him he'll count if both shoulders
are down. Roberts picks Rees up, throwing a few forearms into the small of Rees' back. Irish whip HARD into the turnbuckle, Roberts dropping down for more
momentum! Rees staggers out, one hand to his back, and Roberts sweeps Rees legs out from under him! Kyle trying to turn Rees over for the Bear-Tamer yet
again, Rees fighting, he's not out of this yet, not by a long-shot, so Kyle does what he does best.

Uses his brain and decides that if he can't win this one, he'll just catapult Rees into the turnbuckle instead!

Rees staggers backwards, and Roberts delivers a pendulum backbreaker! Rees rolls over, holding his back, Kyle looking out to the crowd. He's building momentum
now. Roberts pulls Rees up and sends him for the ride, catching Rees with an abdominal stretch! Done right, this hurts the back as well, and Roberts has
it on ---

Oh no he doesn't, Rees reverses into his own abdominal stretch! FALLS BACKWARDS, PINNING SITUATION!

ONE!

TWO!

Roberts kicks out!

ROB MARTINEZ: Rees pinned Jacob Venar last week in Alberta with that very move! Roberts obviously watched that match, and was able to get out in time!

REX CALIBER: It's an old school move, but much as I don't like Roberts, he's been around long enough to have seen it once or twice. Venar's a tenacious
kid but he'd never seen anything like it before.

ROB MARTINEZ: I don't think either man expects to win on a surprise, but we've seen crazier things happen. All it takes is three seconds.

REX CALIBER: Three seconds can be a damn long time when you're trying to win a match.

Roberts drives a knee into Rees' gut to take over, not thrilled with that one. He goes to whip Rees, who holds the rope. Roberts snarls and drives another
knee, whip, Rees still holds the rope! Roberts knees his man again, three times, and finally whips Rees across the ring. Dropkick --- Rees stops himself
short and Roberts hits the canvas flat on his back, knocking the wind out of himself. He picks himself up, and Rees circles around behind the man, looking
for the DDT FROM THE GREEN ---

Roberts has it scouted, counters by spinning, HE has Rees in position for the inverted DDT now, NAILS it right onto, you guessed it, THE KNEE! Rees back
attacked again! Roberts grabs the man and this time, FINALLY... LOCKS ON THE BEAR-TAMER IN THE CENTER OF THE RING!

Roberts driving the knee into the small of Rees' back, roaring as he wrenches back! Rees is in pain, yelling, the referee asks him. "No no no!" The crowd
is torn, chanting "PLEASE DON'T TAP! PLEASE DON'T TAP!" and "TAP! TAP! TAP!" Roberts wrenches back! Rees may tap, his hand is up, it's shaking... he's
trying to crawl, gets a few inches, still a ways away from the rope! Roberts trying to maintain the hold...

Rees holds up his hand...

Then makes a fist, face a mask of pain. He reaches forward! Trying to crawl!

Not near enough... Rees trying to push up, trying to gain any sort of leeway...

Gets just enough! To lunge forward and grab the bottom rope!

Roberts won't break the hold as Alan Stone says "Break it, I won't count it in the ropes!" Finally Kyle lets go. He looks fierce now, always cocky, but
for all his ego, Roberts knows when it's time to get serious. Rees, on the bottom rope, is hoping for a chance to recover, but Kyle is going in for the
kill. He grabs Rees by the leg and yanks him back to the center of the ring, Bear-Tamer once again INSIDE CRADLE ONE TWO

KICK-OUT!

Roberts is up first, front face-lock, suplexing Rees, but Rees instead twists out and lands behind Roberts! HAS HIM!

DDT FROM THE GREEN!

Rees hooks a leg, ONE, TWO, TH--- KICK OUT!!!

ROB MARTINEZ: Stylin' Kyle Roberts kicks out of the DDT from the Green! Rees trying to build momentum, trying to turn this match around in his favor!

REX CALIBER: It's all about momentum, Martinez, and whoever's got it... is gonna get it!

Rees grabs both of Kyle's arms surfboard style, driving his knee right into the base of the neck and between the shoulder blades. Kyle forces himself to
his feet that way, Rees suddenly going for a DRAGON SUPLEX, a favorite move of Ravager's, Roberts struggles with desperation! Rees doesn't have the full-nelson
on entirely, Roberts is free! Behind Rees, German suplex! Rees plants his weight, won't go, another switch, Rees behind, GERMAN SUPLEX! Roberts dumped
on his head and neck and REES GRABS THE DRAGON SLEEPER!

CONCEPTION BAY CHINLOCK IS APPLIED!

Now it's Stylin' Kyle Roberts in the center of the ring trapped in his opponent's deadliest hold! Rees secures the grapevine around the body, wrenching
back on the dragon sleeper! Kyle is in a bad way, being bent and twisted! Once again, the crowd picks up dueling chants of "PLEASE DON'T TAP!" "TAP TAP
TAP!" Rees is screaming "TAP! TAAAAAAAP!" Roberts hand is up, he's trying to get out...

No, he's fading, he's fading.

Referee Alan Stone takes Kyle's limp arm and lifts it up.

It drops once.

ROB MARTINEZ: Stylin' Kyle Roberts... he may be out, Rex! If the arm drops three times, this is all over!

REX CALIBER: Just a matter of time!

Referee Alan Stone grabs Kyle's arm and lifts it high a second time. It drops.

The referee once more, grabs Kyle's arm, raising it high. He lets go.

It drops...

NO!

Kyle shaking his fist, trying to keep in this thing, trying to find some energy! He shakes, Rees wanting this over, but Kyle begins to scoot with his legs,
trying to find something, some way...

He reaches out with his feet, nothing, tries some more, Rees trying to force the submission before!

Kyle gets his foot under the bottom rope! Referee calls a break and Rees begrudgingly complies. Roberts, however, looks the worse for wear and Rees is already
on his feet. He grabs Kyle and turns him around, Wabana Buster, Kyle counters ---

EMERALD FUSION???

NO! Rees wriggles free! Roberts turns around, eats a toe-kick, and then Rees lifts him up for the NISH J. DROP ---

Roberts wriggles out and lands on the canvas! Rees turns around ---

UP ON KYLE'S SHOULDERS!

MOOSE JAW DRIVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THKICKOUT!

The crowd thought that was it, so did Kyle, holding up three fingers to the referee with an exhausted look on his face. Nope. Just two. Roberts turns around
to Rees, who is slowly getting up, bent over holding his neck...

In perfect position for Kyle to nail the Polar-Izer! Rees is laid out flat in the center of the ring, MORE perfect positioning for...

THE LIONSAULT!

Hits knees! Roberts laid out on the canvas, all the wind knocked out of him, and Rees goes to the outside? He leaps up, springboards off for the FRESH WATER
FLIP corkscrew splash ---

NOBODY HOME! Roberts able to roll out of the way! Rees hits canvas, Roberts going for the Bear-Tamer again! Rees rolls right, left, right again and sends
Kyle off spinning --- Roberts does a cartwheel!

STYLESKICK!

ONE!

TWO!

FOOT ON THE ROPES!

And once again Kyle can't believe it!

REX CALIBER: You talk about the two best technical wrestlers in NAPW and REBEL, you talk about men who know where they are in that ring at all times, and
Lloyd Rees knew damn well where the ropes were!

ROB MARTINEZ: And if he didn't, this match is OVER. These men have cut one hell of a pace, Rex Caliber, how much longer can they go? How much more do they
have in the gas tank?

REX CALIBER: You get to that point, you get to that point where you feel like nothing left, and that's when you gotta find SOMETHING! That's what the difference
is between wrestling champions... and all the rest!

ROB MARTINEZ: And as we said before, these two men KNOW all about being a champion! It may just be a question of who can push himself the farthest beyond
his limits!

Roberts is getting frustrated, he picks Rees up and sends him to the corner. A few forearm shivers keep Rees sedated, then he perches him on the top rope.
Roberts climbs up, looking for a superplex! Rees fights, holds the top rope, he won't go over. Kyle tries to get some, but Rees begins fighting back! These
are two technical wrestlers but they're in a precarious position, throwing wild punches at each other on the top rope! REES! KYLE! REES! KYLE! WHAM WHAM
WHAM! And Rees may have gotten the better of that one... WAIT A DAMN MINUTE! WHAT'S HE DOING!

Rees STANDING on the top turnbuckle! LEAPS OVER!

SUNSET FLIP MDK POWERBOMB!

But Rees can't make a cover! That move has taken both men out! The referee starts making his ten count!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

Neither man seems to be stirring, they've given so much in this match-up!

FIVE!

SIX!

Wait! Kyle is starting to get up, slowly!

SEVEN!

Rees is stirring!

EIGHT!

NINE!

...

Both men beat the ten-count! Rees! Roberts!

ROB MARTINEZ: The end must be near, but for WHO?

Kyle tries to grab the legs of Rees to take him down for a Bear-Tamer attempt, but Rees plants himself, then drives an ax handle into the lower back of
Kyle! He has the man stunned, and then flips him up...

Has him!

NISH D DROP!

Splash Mountain, right into a pin! ONE!

TWO!

THR---KICKOUT!

Now it's LDK's turn to look at the referee in disbelief! But it was only three. Rees grabs Kyle, shoots him into the ropes, kneelift, Kyle dives over it,
takes Rees down, INTO THE BEAR-TAMER!

Rees not situated, still on his neck, trying to fight it for all he's worth! Holds Kyle's ankles, locked with his arms, Kyle can't get anything over...
he trips up! Rees grabs the legs, looking for Lance Cove again --- gets kicked off! Roberts kips up, STYLESKICK ---

DUCKED!

Rees hooks him, DDT from The Green... Roberts reverses! Another Moose Jaw Driver --- Rees slips out!

WABANA BUSTER CONNECTS!

Rees doesn't let GO though, and spins up, pulling Kyle with him in a sudden burst of energy! He lifts Kyle up, perches him on the top rope, NO way! Kyle
in a daze from the first brainbuster, and can't block

A SUPER WABANA BUSTER! GOOD GOD! Kyle sits up, eyes glazed over, and Rees snaps on the Conception Bay Chinlock! He rears back, hooking his legs around Kyle's
abdomen, and the referee takes one look at Kyle and makes the decision --- that Stylin' Kyle Roberts is OUT! He calls for the bell!

JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner... "LDK" LLOYD REES!

ROB MARTINEZ: Rees wins! Stylin' Kyle Roberts never gave up, but he is OUT! The referee made the right decision there, what a match, what a hell of a match!
REX CALIBER: "LDK" Lloyd Rees has even made me tap out, and now he can add Stylin' Kyle Roberts to a already impressive resume!

The crowd is torn, cheering, some booing, some not liking the fact that the referee stopped the match, but the reality is, after TWO brainbusters, one from
the top, and then Chinlock, Kyle was out like a light. Referee Alan Stone raises Rees' arm to a mixed reaction, Rees holding his back, drenched in sweat,
but ultimately victorious.

The Black Keys begin playing for Rees victory as the referee checks on Kyle. Kyle slowly comes to, sitting up very slowly, glassy-eyed. Rees grabs the microphone.
"LDK" LLOYD REES: REBEL fans, I hope dat's what you wanted from da two best technical rasslers in NAPW or REBEL! Dat was one of da hardest victories of
my entire career, Roberts... anytime you want a rematch, you damn well got it, b'ye!

The crowd cheers that one like crazy! Kyle has gotten to his feet, trying to regain his bearings. Rees and Roberts shake hands, embrace like manly men do,
and then Rees takes his leave of the ring. Kyle stands in a corner, head down, no doubt frustrated, exhausted, head ringing.

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Defiance
03/11/2008
Jake Phoenix wins the World title!

The Show picks up the chair and whacks Phoenix a few times with it, then throws it down on his body...and then he turns to the ring. He climbs up to the
apron...and then up the post...then he balances on the top rope...

BEST MOONSAULT EVER ONTO THE CHAIR!

The crowd is chanting "HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!" and who can blame them? The Show and Phoenix are in a pile outside of the ring, and the referee doesn't know
what to do. With no count-outs, there's nothing he can do but wait and see who the first man to stir will be. The crowd is chanting "KURTIS!" while the
cluster of miscreants shout "Phoenix!" after them!

"KURTIS!" "Phoenix!" "KURTIS!" "Phoenix!" "KURTIS!" "Phoenix!" "KURTIS!"

Phoenix.

Jake Phoenix lifts his right hand into the air, and the crowd hushes up right bloody quick. Except for the half-dozen guys in the front, one of whom I think
just fainted. He pushes himself to his knees, then stands up, a little unsure of himself. He grabs Chad Kurtis by the hair and hauls him out of the wreckage,
and throws him into the ring. He looks like he's going to follow him in, but then reconsiders. He goes over to his lone group of fans, and screams "GIMME
YOUR (BLEEP) CHAIR!" at one of them, who is only too happy to oblige. He slides that in too, then crawls in after it, to be met with a running kick to
the face from Chad Kurtis! Phoenix staggers back, and Kurtis runs to bounce off the ropes for a springboard dropkick--

Phoenix throws the chair!

The chair hits Chad Kurtis in the face as he comes off the ropes, and he comes down just a couple of feet away from Phoenix. Now it's Kurtis's turn to leak
a little blood from the face, and Phoenix goes in for a cover, one, two, three--no! Kurtis has his foot on the ropes! Phoenix was THIS close to winning
this thing, but he was also THIS far away from the ropes!

REX CALIBER: That was a rookie mistake, Phoenix! ARE YOU A ROOKIE, BIG GUY!?!

ROB MARTINEZ: With all the punishment these two men have taken tonight, I'm surprised Phoenix could remember to pin him, period.

Phoenix is stunned. He can't believe he didn't get the pinfall, but he's not going to bitch about. it. He's going to...roll to the outside? And go under
the ring; he's under the ring for a little bit longer, and comes out with another table. Oh yes. He meant business with the table earlier, and he's going
to follow through with it. He slides the table into the ring and comes in himself. Kurtis is pulling himself to his feet by the ropes, keeping himself
in this thing, and Phoenix decides he's going to put him down again. He grabs Kurtis from behind and tries for a German suplex, but Kurtis grabs the ropes
and Phoenix can't get the leverage. He tries again, but Kurtis holds on for dear life. Phoenix lets go, then punches The Show in the back of the head,
turns him around then lays into him with some forearms to the face. He steps back after a few, then puts him down with a quick powerslam. Phoenix doesn't
go for the pin, though, just turns his attention back to the table. He's got it set up in the middle of the ring, then turns back to Kurtis--

IT'S SHOWTIME!

Kurtis with the moonsault-DDT laying Phoenix out! That's the second time Phoenix has thrown away his advantage to get the table up and given Chad Kurtis
a second wind! Kurtis turns around to get some adrenaline from the crowd, who cheer on their World Heavyweight Champion like he was Rocky (from the good
movies). Kurtis turns back to Phoenix, who's getting to his feet, and fires off with a few quick right hands; then he whips Phoenix as hard as he can into
the far turnbuckle. Phoenix connects HARD and Kurtis stumbles over, trying to lift the big man onto the top turnbuckle...Phoenix fires off in desperation
with his big right hand but Kurtis gives two more back in kind and Phoenix collapses again. Kurtis struggles, finally gets Phoenix to the top rope, then
climbs up himself for the CK Finale 2.0! He grabs Phoenix, getting him into position -- Phoenix stirring, though, and nails Kurtis in the face with a hard
right! Kurtis stumbles, looks like he's going to fall, but grabs onto Phoenix, trying to get him in position, but Phoenix breaks the hold and boxes his
ears! Kurtis is stunned, lets go of the hold which gives Phoenix a little leverage of his own -- can he do it -- OH NO!

TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER OFF THE TOPE ROPE THROUGH THE TABLE!

"The Show" goes through the table this time, and Phoenix somehow has the wherewithal to go for the pin!

One!

Two!

THREE!

JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner and new REBEL-Pro World Heavyweight Champion...JAAAAAAAKE PHOEEEENIX!

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Birthday Bash
04/03/2008
Past, Present and Future Battle Royal

"KILLING IN THE NAME OF!"

Rage Against The Machine - the very song that opened the very first REBEL show last year at "...In The Beginning" EXPLODES from the PA and the crowd gets
on their feet as Jenny Jersey is in the ring... and REBEL Wrestlers begin to STREAM from the entrance way!

JENNY JERSEY: The following is the PAST! PRESENT! AND FUTURE BATTLE ROYALE! The rules of the match... a wrestler is eliminated when he is thrown over the
top rope with both feet touching the floor. The last man standing will be declared the winner!

ROB MARTINEZ: The lovely Jenny Jersey laying out this unique battle royale for our fans. Of course, this is REBEL so wrestlers can bring whatever they want
to the ring, and you can see that most of our wrestlers have made sure to bring a weapon -- or two! And look at that, it's Chris "The Sparx" Corstenoca!
We haven't seen that man in ages, he took Rex Caliber to the very limit. Right behind him is everybody's favorite slacker and former tag champion Warren!
And about this, it's the masked man FEAR. We haven't seem in a long time either!

The crowd boos, cheers or does whatever they hell they want to the wrestlers walking that aisle. Already in the ring are MIKEY MASSACRE, WARREN, JOHN X
CORE, "THE SANDMAN" BILL PRICE, MR. HOLLYWOOD, BRYAN J. WILLIAMS, ERIC THOMPSON, MATTHEW KURTIS, JONOTHAN KURTIS, MARK KINGSTON, THE SPARX, FEAR, DAVIDSON...
ROB MARTINEZ: Here comes Nick Everhardt... he doesn't even have a weapon! Oh hell, things just got weird... it's Dr. Tittylover! Wait a minute... and now
the CELTIC ASSASSINS!

Titty of course gets a huge pop as the MAD PIMP struts to the ring. He looks up a sweet (fat) young thing at ringside, flashing his silver-plated grill.
The Celts don't receive as warm a welcome. "The Irish Adonis" Bobby O'Brady and "The Scottish Wrecking Machine" Al Thoes receive a smattering of cheers
but also some boos. O'Brady is carrying a box full of God knows what.

ROB MARTINEZ: These REBEL fans never did take to the Celtic Assassins, no matter how hard they tried... and HERE WE GO! It's the return to REBEL of DIO
MUERTE! And then comes... it's SEXY ADORABLE DRUNKS! Tommy Deathrow and Krusty Kid Paul, former NAPW tag team champions! They know all about "hardcore."
Big pop for Dio, huge boos for KKP and STD. KKP is heading to the ring, focused and pissed off as usual. STD has a kendo stick in one hand and a bottle
of Jager in the other. Suddenly the crowd pops HUGE

CHAD KURTIS IN THE HOUSE!

ROB MARTINEZ: The former two-time REBEL champion getting a lot of love from these fans. It's just next week that "The Show" will get his rematch against
either Jake Phoenix or Adam Davis, whomever is champion after tonight. Here comes another current REBEL star... Manny X Finnegan! Don't ask me what the
Finnegan is for, I don't know. Nick Everhardt has just left the ring, what the? He's pulled a table out from under the ring and set it up in the aisle!
Why has he --- And... oh my!

The crowd erupts in HATE.

ROB MARTINEZ: It's the ultimate hater... DAVID BANKS! And Dio Muerte wants a piece of him! Those two had a classic, bloody bat vs chair match way back at
Golden Opportunities and Dio has wanted a chance to avenge the loss ever since then! Is there anybody else? I think that's everyone... and here we go!
Twenty-four men and it's time for a REBEL ROUSING RUCKUS!

DING DING DING and the fists start flying! If they'd waited any longer to ring the bell it would have gone nuts right then...

WAIT A MINUTE

NO!

IT CAN'T BE!

ROB MARTINEZ: We have a late entrant... oh my God, my God... it's CALIBAN!

The crowd cheers and boos, mixed but loud, as the monster from the Amazon Basis comes to the ring. He gets in the ring and immediately begins shoving and
palming people out of the way! It looks like Caliban is going to clear the ring...

When he suddenly just stops. Dead. He looks around and then flips himself over the top rope, landing both feet on the floor and walking away.

ROB MARTINEZ: What in the... Caliban just eliminated himself from this match. What is going on OH LOOK OUT! BOBBY O'BRADY HAS TINY JOHN X CORE HIGH ABOVE
HIS HEAD IN A GORILLA PRESS --- AND ALL THE WAY TO THE FLOOR! John X Core has been eliminated by the Celtic Assassins, the hard way!

Indeed he is, the big O'Brady pressed him above his head and all the way to the floor, almost 15 feet! Right onto bare concrete. And that's TWO WHOOOA!
Tommy Deathrow is raising hell, wailing on guys with his kendo stick in between slugs of the Jager. WHAM! WHAM! Everybody is getting welts on them and
rocked! Mikey Massacre takes a SICK shot straight to the forehead... The Sparx gets wailed RIGHT OVER THE TOP ROPE! Tommy eliminates The Sparx, just like
that! Mark Kingston tackles Tommy and starts trying to shove him over the outside. KKP nails Kingston from behind... and DUMPS HIM OUT! Kingston is gone!
ROB MARTINEZ: SAD are doing what they do best, raising hell here in the early going! It's hard to keep track of, everybody is trying to eliminate somebody
or punch --- wait, I think Warren is going to be gone! Matthew Kurtis has him up high, Warren going to be used like a lawn dart, no, he slips off! Warren
trying to dump Matt Kurtis, here come several other wrestlers to try to help him. Matt Kurtis no doubt the biggest man in the match, you'd want to get
him out early if you could!

Warren, Tittylover, Bill Price, David Banks are trying to get Matthew Kurtis out. The younger brother Jonothan Kurtis attacks them, trying to help his brother.
He tries to shoot Banks off to the ropes, but Banks holds on. Jono charges ---

LAID OUT BY BLACK MARKET! CASH OUT (RKO) on a streaking Jono by Eric Thompson, and then he and Bryan J Williams pick up Jono and easily dump him over the
top rope. Jonothan Kurtis is gone!

But wait! THE SHOW IS CLEANING HOUSE! Annnnd... CHAD KURTIS ELIMINATES FEAR WITH A CLOTHESLINE OVER THE TOP!

ROB MARTINEZ: One Kurtis out, another cleaning house, the former REBEL champion going crazy! Wait a minute, what the heck is this... Manny Finnegan just
rolled out of the ring under the bottom rope. What's he getting... oh my god! He's got a bat with FOUR NAILS STUCK IN IT! That's sick... that's inhumane...
that's MANNY!

Manny rolls back in and guys scatter as he swings his deadly implement. Everybody except TOMMY DEATHROW! Manny swings and Deathrow swings his kendo stick,
they crash their weapons together. Hold it - DAVIDSON wants in, he's got a BARBED WIRE 2x4

Deathrow eats it!

Manny eats it!

The three most hardcore men in the match---

CRACK!

They forgot about DIO MUERTE AND HIS BAT! The crowd chants "DIO, DIO, DIO!" Dio turns around ---

CRANG

ROB MARTINEZ: THE CHAIRMAN OF REBEL PRO WRESTLING JUST GAVE DIO MUERTE A SEAT! The blood has started to flow, and this is only going to get worse!

Before Banks can get him a piece of Dio Muerte, the Black Market charge from behind and try to take him out. Mikey Massacre wants a piece of Tommy Deathrow
for that kendo stick shot. Nick Everhardt and the former REBEL champion Chad Kurtis are going at it while Krusty Kid Paul is trying to eliminate his nemesis
Warren.

Meanwhile, Davidson and Manny X are back up, each holding their chosen implement of destruction. Manny rolls back out... what the hell? Oh god.

He's got a weed wacker.

WRESTLING! WRESTLING! Wait, what?

Manny X REVS it up and starts nailing guys out! Ugh! And he brings it down onto Davidson

FWOOOOSH

DAVIDSON SHOOTS A FIREBALL AT MANNY X FINNEGAN'S FACE???

WHAT THE HELL?

Davidson gets up, the crowd chanting "HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT!" He grins. His partner Brent Taylor would no doubt be cheering if he was at ringside. Davidson
of Shadowlands goes to eliminate his arch-rival Manny X Finnegan, who is yelling in pain...

Manny blocks! He shoves Davidson off, Davidson charges back with a lariat ---

And Manny gets the bat and nails up in time to smash him in the face! Good God! Davidson stumbles backwards, Manny tries to dump him THEY BOTH GO OVER THE
TOP ROPE! Manny X and Davidson just eliminated each other! But they're not done! They pick themselves up and start beating the hell out of each other!
Manny gets knocked into the front row, Davidson over the guardrail after him, they're going crazy CHAIR HUCKING~! MANNY WAILS DAVIDSON!

"MOVE!!!"

DAVIDSON WHIPPED INTO THE 7TH ROW! CHAIRS EVERYWHERE! SECURITY DOESN'T EVEN WANT TO GET NEAR!

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh my ... the BLOOD FEUD has spilled into the crowd! This is liable to go all over the REBEL arena... Can even the barbed wire match next
week end the blood feud between Manny X and Davidson? Look out! The Celtic Assassins just knocked men down, they want to be hardcore too.

The Celts have some space in the middle of the ring and they reach in... pulling out WEAPONS!

ROB MARTINEZ: What do they have here... A Barbed-Wire WIFFLE BAT! Sure, why not. And... what is that... OH MY GOD. Not... "CHYNA: IF THEY ONLY KNEW!" Wrapped
in BARBED WIRE! The horror! They've got something else in their box, it's... AN INFLATE SHAPE! Wrapped...

IN BARBED WIRE!

ROB MARTINEZ: But they're not done, what else could they have, oh no. OH NO! It's BARBED WIRE...

WRAPPED IN BARBED WIRE!

The crowd is cheering the Celts, possibly in jest. Bobby drops the barbed wire... WRAPPED in barbed wire, though. He looks at Al. "Where are the gloves?"
"I thought you had the gloves." "I thought YOU had the gloves." "We don't have any gloves? OW!" "OOH! OW!" O'Brady carefully picks up the barbed wire wiffle
bat and nails Dr. Tittylover with it! Whiiif! Al Thoes, however, is much meaner than that. He grabs Chyna's book...

AND MIKEY MASSACRE GETS IT!

OH GOD! OH GOD! THE HORROR! THE PAIN!

Mikey is down, and Al Thoes then... no. NO!

ROB MARTINEZ: Don't do it Al! Don't do it! Don't... READ FROM IT!

Mikey's face screws up in unimaginable pain as Al Thoes begins to read from Chyna's horrible, horrible book. It is the thing of nightmares! The crowd is
oohing in sympathy of Mikey. O'Brady picks up Bill Price, powerslam onto the barbed wire... WRAPPED in barbed wire! This is chaos! Wait a minute! Matt
Kurtis just knocked Dr. Tittylover over the top rope! He runs in with a Bluegrass Mafia Kick to knock the good Doctor off the top rope...

Titty low bridge! Matt gets caught up crotch first on the top rope, in clear pain. Titty jukes into the ring and dropkicks a precarious Matt... SENDING
HIM RIGHT TO THE FLOOR! Matt Kurtis is eliminated

The crowd chants Titty, Titty as the good doctor decides to celebrate...

ROB MARTINEZ: No... NOOOOOOO!

THE SHIRT COMES OFF!

ROB MARTINEZ: Just leave the pants on... OH GOD NO!

PANTS --- OFF! Tittylover is standing in center ring in a glorious metallic banana hammock, and the crowd is in horrified shock. The men in the ring are
all in disgust, bumping off the hip thrusts of Tittylover. THE HORROR, THE HORROR. WILL NO ONE SAVE US?

Wait a minute.

One man isn't affected.

The only man in wrestling able to read from Chyna's book aloud and not go completely bonkers.

THE MAN NAMED AL THOES!

Tittylover tilts his cock towards Thoes, but NOTHING! Titty thrusts again, again, but the power of his mighty crotch is having no effect!

ROB MARTINEZ: It's like Al Thoes is... somehow able to block out horrors that most normal men can't endure! Somehow he is able to block out the damage caused
by Chyna's Book... and the sheer terror of Dr. Tittylover's little doctor pointed straight at you! COME ON AL! SAVE US! SAVE US ALL!

Tittylover's thrusting pelvis is having no effect! Al Thoes advances, then grabs the man... HE HAS HIM UP! HOW? HOW IS IT POSSIBLE? AL THOES

WITH THE HAGGIS BUSTER (Vertebreaker)!!!

Tittylover goes limp (sicko), and Thoes picks him up and easily tosses him out! Dr. TIttylover is eliminated!

ROB MARTINEZ: I'll say it with the fans... THANK YOU AL! THANK YOU AL! Ten men have been eliminated, just over half to go, it's anybody's match... and wait
a minute! We finally have it! DIO MUERTE! DAVID BANKS! HERE THEY GO!

BANKS AND MUERTE! CENTER RING! RIGHT HANDS RIGHT HANDS! They're just THROWING THE (BLEEP) DOWN! CROWD GOING CRAZY! Meanwhile Krusty Kid Paul has Mikey Massacre,
HOLY HELL! KKP with a SICK big boot that turns Mikey inside out! Mikey is just covered in blood from various shots and hits, wow. Paul picks Mikey up,
goes to toss him, but Mikey tries to fight back.

Black Market whip Warren to the ropes, double arm drag... Warren goes flying over the top! But manages to hold onto the top rope! One foot touches, NOT
two, and he slides in on the apron. He dives onto the back of Williams to take him down. Meanwhile Tommy Deathrow is pounding on Mikey Massacre, he hooks
him up... oh man. DOMINATOR. Massacre is taking a hell of a beating! Nick Everhardt and KKP have hooked up, KKP has Everhardt staggered with punches. Charge
--- CAUGHT! AN EVERPLEX! KKP down!

ROB MARTINEZ: The Show Chad Kurtis trying to eliminate Bobby O'Brady as Al Thoes works on Eric Thompson. And --- WHOA! "The Sandman" Bill Price just got
eliminated! But how? Oh man, it was by Mr. Hollywood! He took the man right out... hold on, Everhardt sees the opening! HE DUMPS MR. HOLLYWOOD, HOLLYWOOD
IS DONE!

Things are breaking down even more. Tommy Deathrow swings a chair! Takes out Black Market, then sees a man he doesn't like much. Warren. Deathrow swings
the chair at Warren --- Warren kicks it back in STD's face! He tries to dump Tommy, but STD low bridges the top rope and Warren flies out to the floor...
Wait a minute.

You're kidding!

Warren has landed ON TOP OF MR. HOLLYWOOD!

He walks onto BILL PRICE... and back up to the ring apron! The crowd is going crazy, Warren has staved off elimination

CRANG

Deathrow just BLASTS Warren from behind with a chair, and this time Warren flies to the floor in a heap. Warren is eliminated!

ROB MARTINEZ: Crowd doesn't like that, they love that kid! And wait a minute, Banks! Dio! They have their weapons! The rest of the match has stopped...
stopped to watch! HERE WE GO!

SWING --- CRASH! Both men yell in pain as the impact of CHAIR vs BAT rings through their hands. They steel themselves and swing again...

CRASH.

Oh man, that's gotta hurt. Swinging as hard as you can, meeting metal against metal. Pain. But it won't stop them. It won't stop the H8R. It won't stop
DIO.

They lift up and swing again...

WHAM!

Dio knocks the chair OUT OF BANKS' hands!

Butt of the bat to David's abdomen. Shot right across the back! Banks is up, against the ropes... Dio Muerte gets some distance, and charges with the bat
held high!

BAT-ASSISTED CLOTHESLINE...

DAVID BANKS GOES OVER THE TOP ROPE! BANKS IS ELIMINATED!!!

ROB MARTINEZ: ANd Dio Muerte GETS HIS REVENGE AFTER ALL THIS TIME! Wow! What an impact in the middle of this match!

Back to action. Tommy Deathrow has Mikey Massacre in a corner, raking barbed wire across his forehead in a gruesome visual. The Show and Everhardt are trying
to eliminate Bobby O'Brady, assisted now by Dio. Al Thoes is getting rocked by the Black Market. KKP looks over, Tommy's fine, who's he going to attack?
He goes to help the Black Market toss over Al Thoes. They're trying, but the big man can't really do much... he knocks them all off. KKP yells at Williams,
saying "watch out you jackass!" They're getting into it. Thompson from behind on KKP! The Black Market send KKP to the ropes, double clothesline... Paul
ducks! WHAM! Running big boot to Williams! Forearm to the nose of Thompson! Paul picks up the nearest weapon, which happens to be Banks' chair!

CRANG!

CRANG!

The Black Market are staggered, both against the ropes. Paul WHIPS the chair into the face of Williams. He charges and hits a double clothesline... ELIMINATING
BOTH MEMBERS OF THE BLACK MARKET! Unbelievable!

ROB MARTINEZ: Krusty Kid Paul has done very well in Battle Royales in the past, he holds the record for eliminations in an NAPW battle royale at seven,
and he just took out two men at once! What could he do before it's all over? WAIT A MINUTE! HERE COMES THOMAS YOUNG!! THE BLACK MARKET... attacked Jeff
James in the parking lot before the show! Young went with him to the hospital I thought, well, he's back! We've got a donnybrook!

Young just going WILD on The Black Market! Referees and security swarm the men, trying to separate them..

ROB MARTINEZ: This match just keeps getting wilder. We are down to eight men now! Who's going to win this thing?

Who knows, but Paul and Thoes go. Show and Dio. O'Brady and Everhardt.

But particularly, Mikey Massacre and Tommy Deathrow.

ROB MARTINEZ: My goodness, Tommy has been relentless, ruthless on Mikey Massacre. I don't know how much more he can take.

Mikey is a bloody mess. Tommy picks him up, just to spit in his face. The crowd is booing the hell out of Tommy. A chant picks up. "Mikey, Mikey, Mikey."
The crowd desperately wants to see him make a comeback. Tommy punches Mikey in the face.

He goes down.

And that's going to be it. Tommy Deathrow sticks Mikey's head between his legs. Nobody survives the Deathrow Driver...

MIKEY STRUGGLES ---

Tommy can't get him up ---

MIKEY WITH A BACKDROP ---

AND

AND

TOMMY DEATHROW GOES OVER THE TOP ROPE TO THE FLOOR BELOW! Deathrow is ELIMINATED!

THE CROWD GOES INSANE!

ROB MARTINEZ: MIKEY! MIKEY! MIKEY!

And the whole time, KKP just watched. He saw it happening, Al Thoes down, and didn't bother to help his partner. Just like at Sole Survivor when Tommy didn't
help KKP...

Tommy looks up in shock and anger. He wants back in but security aren't letting him. He yells at Paul, where the hell were you, Paul shrugs. "Sorry dude."
Oh it's The Show from behind, almost tossing Paul! KKP holds on and slides back in. Dio Muerte tries to get The Show from behind... but The Show elbows
him in the face! He knocks Dio away from him, Dio charges...

SHOW BACKDROPS DIO OUT! Dio Muerte is eliminated!

ROB MARTINEZ: We are down to six, The Celtic Assassins, Mikey Massacre, Nick Everhardt, "The Show" Chad Kurtis, Krusty Kid Paul... and here we go!

The Celts try to eliminate Chad, but he fights for all he's worth, holding the top rope. Mikey Massacre tries to get Paul, but instead... Paul hits him
with a sick german suplex, dumping Mikey right on his neck. Paul floats over into the elbow drop, completing the BOTTLE OPENER. No pinfalls in this match,
of course, so Paul tries to pick up Mikey... Nick Everhardt gets in his face with a right hand! Paul fires back! KKP with the harder shots, Everhardt is
staggered. Paul behind, looking for another Bottle Opener!

Standing switch...

KOBASHI SPECIAL! Everhardt dumps KKP right on his neck!

ROB MARTINEZ: My God! What a move by Everhardt! Could he eliminate Paul here... wait... what is he doing?

What is he doing, indeed. Everhardt picks KKP up atomic drop style and perches him on the top rope. But instead of getting up behind Paul, Everhardt goes
to the ring apron and climbs up the outside of the turnbuckle?

ROB MARTINEZ: What is he doing... Wait a minute, what are you, You can't be --- OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! HARDT ATTACK! HARDT ATTACK THROUGH THE TABLE! And...
KKP is out! Everhardt is out! Both men are eliminated! WOOOOWWWWW!

The crowd is going crazy! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! The table Everhardt set up at the very beginning of the match... His own finisher, taking himself
AND Paul through it! Both men down! Both men out! In the splinters of the table! What a moment! What a spectacle!

And that leaves only four men...

Mikey Massacre

"The Show"

And Celtic Assassins.

Massacre and The Show take it to O'Brady and Thoes, the two bigger men reeling from the assaults. The Show trying to shove Bobby over, Massacre Thoes. But
they can't quite get it. "The Show" yells to Massacre for help. If they can dump O'Brady, then they can dump Thoes and go at it themselves. Mikey gives
Thoes a shot to the face and comes over. They've almost got O'Brady over...

But he finds some IRISH FIRE inside of him and shoves them away!

Al Thoes catches a reeling Show! O'Brady latches onto Mikey!

THE CELTIC ASSASSINS EACH PRESS A MAN OVER THEIR HEAD...

AND TOSS THEM TO THE OUTSIDE! THE SHOW AND MIKEY ARE ELIMINATED THE HARD WAY!

ROB MARTINEZ: We are down to two... and they are Bobby O'Brady and Al Thoes, the Celtic Assassins! This should be very interesting!

The crowd is unhappy Chad and Mikey are gone, but are pretty damn impressed with the Celtic Assassins. And wondering if they are really going to go at it.
Thoes and O'Brady stare each other down... and then Thoes yells for a microphone.

AL THOES: Ach! So the last two men be the Celtic Assassins... but let me say this! In REBEL Pro, the only rules are that there are no rules! And so I say,
that in this battle royale, there can be TWO winners, because those two winners are like one! Ring the bell, because the Celtic Assassins dinnae need t'fight,
ach!

The referees consult, then go to Jenny Jersey. She shrugs and stands up.

JENNY JERSEY: The winners of the match... BOBBY O'BRADY AND AL THOES, THE CELTIC ASSASSINS!

ROB MARTINEZ: He's right! The only rules in REBEL are that there are no rules! Unbelievably, the TEAM of the Celtic Assassins has won this PAST, PRESENT
and FUTURE Battle Royale... and by the sounds of it, they have finally won the respect of the REBEL fans!

Bobby and Thoes pose in the ring as the fans chant "YOU DON'T SUCK! YOU DON'T SUCK! YOU DON'T SUCK!"

Hell. They'll take it.

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INFAMOUS: The Return of Barbwire
04/09/2008
Falls Count Anywhere for the REBEL World Title: "The Show" Chad Kurtis vs "The Murdercity Devil" Jake Phoenix

"Guess who's back?"

And the REBEL fans get to their feet as the introduction to "Cocky" picks up. They look expectantly to the entrance way...

HIT IT.

"They say I'm COCKY
And I say WHAT?
It ain't braggin' mother fucker if you back it up!"

JENNY JERSEY: The following contest is FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE IN CHARLOTTE and is set for one fall, and is for the REBEL WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE! Introducing
first, from Paducah Kentucky and fighting out of Durham, North Carolina! At six-three, two-hundred thirty pounds... He is the former two-time REBEL World
Heavyweight Champion... "THE SHOW!" CHAD KURTIS!

And THE SHOW Chad Kurtis storms through the curtains to a HUGE POP! Chad stops right in front of the entrance, hood over his face, arms out. He starts heading
to the ring, reaching out red-taped up forearms to slap hands with the fans along the front row. Chad goes all the way around the ring before leap up to
the ring apron and then springing over the top rope into the ring. He throws the hood back and swings his arms out, posing for the crowd, before pulling
off the hoodie and tossing it into the crowd. Chad hits the top rope and looks out to the entrance way, motioning the belt around his waist.

ROB MARTINEZ: The REBEL Pro wrestling fans with a HUGE ovation for Chad Kurtis, a man who has come a long way. It was just two months ago at "Bloody Valentine"
that "The Show" defeated Stylin' Kyle Roberts in a mind-blowing barbed wire steel cage to win the World title. And tonight, he can take it back from a
man he has never pinned, a man he MUST pin to regain the gold...

"SURPRISE! YOU'RE DEAD!"

JENNY JERSEY: And now... from Fort Lauderdale, Florida! He stands six-nine and weighs two-hundred and eighty-nine pounds! He is the reigning, and defending
REBEL PRO World Heavyweight Champion... JAKE PHOENIX!

And then the big brutish Jake Phoenix comes through the curtain, REBEL World Title dangling from his hand. His eyes are hidden by his ever-present black
Oakleys. The crowd gives a mixed reaction. Many fans boo, The Show certainly getting a louder favorable reaction. But once again, there is a contingent
of fans - even bigger than last week - that stand up and cheer their lungs out for the big Phoenix! Jake snorts in their direction, once again surprised,
but a little less so than last week...

ROB MARTINEZ: But you have to think that this kind of match, Falls Count Anywhere, has to play into the champion's favor. Jake Phoenix's strategy is simple:
Hit things until they stop moving! And this big man hits hard. It will be interesting to see what kind of strategy the former All-American wrestler uses
here WHOA! THE SHOW OVER THE TOP ROPE RIGHT ONTO PHOENIX! RING THE BELL, THIS IS UNDERWAY!

Referee Jimmy Johnston does just that as the crowd goes crazy! Chad not even waiting for Jake Phoenix to get into the ring, taking him down with a slingshot
cross body all the way to the floor! The Show firing right hands into the head of Jake Phoenix, who is more stunned than hurt, but The Show is ALL over
him. Chad pulls Jake up, who stops that with a big shot to the gut. Jake with an Irish whip to Chad Kurtis, REVERSED, Phoenix right into the steel ring
post! Jake turns around with a grimace, holding his right shoulder, DROPKICK KURTIS! Sends Jake flying backwards cracking the back of his head right into
the steel ring post again! Chad yells to the fans, then drops an elbow, going for a quick cover. ONE, T---

Only a one-count, Jake throws Chad off. So much strength in the near seven-foot REBEL Pro champion. Chad Kurtis pulls Jake up by the hair and sends him
into the ring. A few fans boo, wanting Falls Count Anywhere to mean ANYWHERE... Chad with an Irish whip, followed by a drop-toe hold! Phoenix hits the
canvas and Chad floats over into a headlock!

ROB MARTINEZ: Chad Kurtis absolutely taking it to Jake Phoenix like we've never seen anybody do in the early going! And now he's brought it back in the
ring. If there's one area where The Show has the advantage, it's in the pure wrestling category. He was an All-American at Duke University, he is a decorated
professional champion, and he's done it all in the ring. This may be the best strategy The Show could use, even if the REBEL fans want to see utter mayhem.
Phoenix gets up, Chad just working the headlock like nothing else. Jake counters with a back suplex, Chad lands on his feet, hooks a rear waist lock. Phoenix
gets his hands underneath and breaks the grip, spins around into his own rear waistlock and then takes Chad down to his belly. Phoenix paintbrushes the
back of "The Show's" head and stands up with a ugly grimace. His fans cheer loudly as the others boo. Chad gets up, Phoenix smirking. "You want to wrestle,
huh?" The Show shrugs and the two circle.

Lock-up, the bigger Jake Phoenix absolutely out muscling The Show. He uses that strength to get behind Chad with another waist lock, looking for a German
Suplex, but Chad throws his weight forward, refusing to let go. Chad goes to Jake's iron grip... and manages to break it with a struggle! He uses all his
power to get Jake's hands away from his waist, then slips behind Jake! And then WHOA! The Show with a side takedown, slamming Jake on his belly showing
great power...

And The Show rides Jake, paint brushing the champion on the back of the head before getting up. Jake roars in anger at that as the crowd goes crazy. It's
Chad's turn to smirk, and Jake doesn't look too happy. He snorts and makes it look like he doesn't care.

ROB MARTINEZ: And I don't think the champion is altogether pleased at being rid by Chad Kurtis, no matter how he tries to hide it. And if there's one thing
Jake Phoenix is unaccustomed to, it's coming out on the short end. Chad Kurtis gave it right back to him!

Jake circles, snorting like an angry bull. They lock-up again --- Jake just SHOVES Chad into the ropes.

Oh.

Chad gets up, Jake says come on in again. They lock-up --- another SHOVE down to the canvas. Phoenix flexes a bicep, smirking. He's damn well the stronger
of the two men, that's not for dispute. Once more Chad gets up and Jake says "Aw come on, let's tie up and have your 'wrestling' match, bitch." The Show's
face is steel.

They tie-up

NO! Chad sneaks right behind Phoenix this time quick as a whip! Jake turns around, THE SHOW with a right hand! Another! Another! He actually has Jake Phoenix
reeling! Phoenix against the ropes, Chad Kurtis charges him with a clothesline, countered by a backdrop sending Chad ALLTHEWAYTOTHE --- ring apron. Phoenix
turns around, he senses it didn't go quite as well as he wanted. He fires on Chad, blocked! Chad grabs around the head and drops down, hotshotting Jake
on the top rope! Phoenix hits the canvas, holding his throat, and The Show leaps back up to the ring apron. Phoenix gets up slowly, and Chad waits for
the perfect moment...

SPRINGBOARD DROPKICK CONNECTS!

The Show covers, ONE, TWO, kick-out!

Well then, it's time for a STANDING MOONSAULT!

ONE, TWO, KICK-OUT!

ROB MARTINEZ: Chad Kurtis WILL NOT BE DENIED! We have never --- NEVER --- seen any wrestler dominate Jake Phoenix like this! I don't think Jake Phoenix
even remembers a time when he was outmaneuvered at every time like he is right here.

And now "The Show" pulls Phoenix to his feet, hooking him for an Inverted STO/Flatliner --- Phoenix don't want that one! He elbows Kurtis in the side of
the head to get free, then hits a boot to the gut. That stuns "The Show" and Jake takes full advantage, backing off the ropes and turning his man inside
out with a sickening lariat.

ROB MARTINEZ: And just like that, Jake Phoenix may have turned the match around. When you have the power, the strength behind you that Jake Phoenix does...
one big move might be all you need.

Phoenix gets up, stomping Chad a few times before roughly pulling him up. A furious, maybe even feeling humiliated, Jake Phoenix literally picks up and
throws Chad Kurtis into the turnbuckle hard. He steps in and throws his first big soupbone of the match right across the face of Chad. Other hand, soup
bone, another one, and then right into the mid-section with repeated rapid-fire blows.

ROB MARTINEZ: The World Champion using what brung him to the dance!

Phoenix with an Irish whip of Chad onto the ropes, WITH IMPACT. Chad can't help but stagger out as Jake hits the opposite ropes BIG BOOT! The Show goes
down... cover! ONE, TWO, KICK-OUT! Phoenix yells at Johnson that it was a three. He throws a couple shots to The Show before grabbing a handful of hair
and pulling him up. Arm-bar... into a short-arm clothesline that floors The Show.

Jake Phoenix looks out over the crowd, smiling an ugly smile. A third of the fans cheer, but many more boo. That don't bother Jake. That's just the way
he likes it.

The Show fires a shot at Phoenix that momentarily stuns the champ, but Jake just hammers down across The Show's shoulder blades to stop that. The sick thud
of Jake's forearms landing across The Show's bare back! The Show sent into the corner. Phoenix uses the big size 16 to choke the man out, and it's all
legal here in REBEL Pro Wrestling. Jimmy Johnson can't do a thing about it.

Finally Jake lets go, he's not going to beat the man that way, but he sure is doing damage, The Show gasping for air. Jake with a boot to the face, and
then picks up The Show. POWERBOMB --- The Show fighting! On top of Jake Phoenix's shoulders, throwing right hands in desperation! But Phoenix won't be
denied, POWERBOMB INTO THE TURNBUCKLE! The Show hits the canvas, COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THKICKOUT!

ROB MARTINEZ: My God! Oh my God, what a powerbomb to the turnbuckle, but somehow The Show kicked out! We've seen his resiliency, his heart time and time
again, we remember how he survived so much in his match against Stylin' Kyle in February. But if Phoenix keeps hitting moves like this, I don't know how
much longer that heart will hold out.

It might not be very long at all, as Phoenix raises on arm, classic Undertaker-style, waiting, waiting... Chad Kurtis finally pulls himself up and turns
around GOOZLE. CHOKESLAM--- The Show swings around behind! Phoenix turns around, Chad with a right hand! Another! Another! Phoenix with a kneelift to cut
him off, Irish whips Chad into the ropes, Big Boot, Chad ducks under it, comes back with an HBK-style flying forearm! Phoenix doesn't go down, staggers,
Chad throws a mix of rights and forearms, backing Jake into the ropes. Chad with a head of steam, runs the ropes, CLOTHESLINE

AND BOTH MEN GO OVER THE TOP TO THE FLOOR BELOW!

The crowd is on their feet, knowing that business is about to pick up. Chad Kurtis is the first on his feet, however, and he heads to the ring apron, what's
he trying to do here? Chad back in the ring, he runs through the ropes SUICIDE DIVE

GOOD.

GOD.

Jake Phoenix grabbed a nearby steel chair and THREW IT AT KURTIS IN MID-FLIGHT, RIGHT IN THE FACE. "The Show" splats on the concrete, dead. Jake makes a
cover, ONE, TWO,

KICK-OUT!

ROB MARTINEZ: Chad Kurtis wants it so bad, but it may have cost him right there. Good God, what a brutal move by Jake Phoenix. And now he may be in control
on the outside... and that's a dangerous place!

Jake picks up Chad, rocking him with a soupbone. Another one knocks Chad over the guardrail into the first couple rows. Jake steps over the guard rail big-man
style, and picks up The Show. "MOVE!" he yells and the fans scatter. IRISH WHIP ---

Chad reverses

DROP TOE-HOLD!

Wrestling from The Show once again, but this time Phoenix smashes his face right into a chair! The Show then grabs a chair of his own, what's he doing?
He leaps up onto the guardrail and... MOONSAULT WITH A STEEL CHAIR ONTO JAKE PHOENIX! HOLY CROW! ONE! TWO! THKICK-OUT!

ROB MARTINEZ: The fans here in Charlotte are loving every minute of this! "The Show" sacrificing his own body to take out Jake Phoenix, almost scoring a
three-count right there. This match is taking its toll on both men, what will it take for either man to win this?

Chad is up first, wincing in pain. That move hurt him too, but not as much as Jake. He grabs a steel chair, Jake is up, and we all know The Show grew up
in Kentucky, because it's a swing any Louisville Slugger would appreciate! CLANG! Jake actually doesn't go down, he just seems to sag in one spot, lights
out. The Show grabs him... FLATLINER ONTO THE CONCRETE! Chad sucks up the pain and hooks a leg...

ONE!

TWO!

THKICKOUT!

Jake will not be denied, but how much more can he take? Even this big man? "The Show" says it's time to finish it, he pulls Jake up with his head between
his legs! Security is trying to keep the wild crowd from getting too close, they're fighting in the scattered sea of chairs that were the fourth and fifth
rows.

CK FINALE!

Jake counters with a double leg-take down! He cinches Chad up, snarling, and then catapults him even further away from the ring! They are beneath the balcony
area in the Grady Cole Center, but this ain't Opera! Chad crashes into a series of chairs and comes to rest on his back. Jake sees a nearby table and momentarily
considers it... but he remembers that he almost lost their last meeting trying to set up a table. Instead, he stomps on Chad Kurtis to the mixed cheers
and boos of the crowd. More boos then cheers, but Jake just smirks.

ROB MARTINEZ: The CK Finale could have ended this and brought the REBEL title back around Chad's waist, but instead Jake Phoenix is back on the offensive,
and this does not look good for the challenger! What is Phoenix doing with that chair? He's got it set up, what is he, want to take a seat... oh no. OH
NO! PHOENIX WITH THE GOOZLE --- CHOKESLAM THROUGH THE OPEN CHAIR! OH MY GOD! CHAD KURTIS IS BROKEN IN HALF!

The crowd begins to chant HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT. No KIDDING. Jake drops down, exhausted, and makes a cover. He counts in the air along with Jimmy Johnson's
count...

ONE

TWO

THREEEEEEEEE

NO! NO! NO! KURTIS WITH THE SHOULDER UP ON SHEER INSTINCT AND DESPERATION!

HOW? HOW? The crowd can't believe it, the volume just amped up, Jake Phoenix is going "DIE ALREADY!" He looks out over the fans, evil intentions on his
face, teeth clenched.

A thumb drawn across his throat.

Somehow, someway, Chad Kurtis is getting to his feet. Is he even all there? It won't matter.

Jake Phoenix scoops him up, flips him upside down, and delivers the second TOMBSTONE.

At least, that was the plan.

Chad Kurtis kicks and struggles and manages to slide out behind Jake Phoenix! He locks up Jake from behind, and then delivers the Backdrop Driver on the
concrete.

Starmaker.

Kurtis can't cover immediately, the crowd going ballistic. Kurtis, reaching an arm across Jake finally, with the cover.

ONE

TWO!

THREEE

NO!

Jake Phoenix kicks out! He kicks out!

ROB MARTINEZ: HOW! HOW DID HE DO IT? I can't believe it, you've got to be kidding me!

Chad Kurtis must feel the same way. He gets up, slowly, and steels himself for one last gasp. Jake is getting up... Chad with a toe-kick! CK Finale, Jake
won't go over, backdrop, Chad lands on his feet. Jake turns around WHIP! CHAIR HUCKING! Jake staggered, Chad clocks him with another chair shot! Jake is
still on his feet, swaying, and The Show grabs a table stacked near the "EXIT" sign where they are. What in the... The Show remembers how he was beaten
last time, a Tombstone through a table. He quickly sets the table up, giving Jake time to regain his bearings...

WHAM!

Another sick chair shot from Chad Kurtis! And this time Jake Phoenix falls on top of the table, eyes glazed over. And Chad Kurtis --- disappears through
the "EXIT" doorway?

ROB MARTINEZ: Wait a minute, where did Chad just go? Jake Phoenix is laid out on top of this table, the lights are on but I don't think anybody's home.
This crowd is as confused as I am... oh god. Oh my God, Chad Kurtis, what are you thinking? What are you thinking, son, think of your career!

The Show has appeared IN THE BALCONY. Jake Phoenix STILL has not moved. He's directly below as The Show steps out onto the edge of the Balcony, the ledge,
the crowd STANDING as one, people covering their mouths in horror, fans chanting "SHOW! SHOW! SHOW! SHOW!" rabidly! Chad Kurtis looks down at the motionless
form of Jake Phoenix, at least fifteen feet below him...

Flash back to Kurtis vs Roberts, Bloody Valentine. "The Show" leaps off the top of a steel cage with an unbelievable 630 degree splash, finally putting
Kyle away after one of the greatest matches in REBEL Pro history to win, undisputedly, the REBEL Pro World Heavyweight Title.

THE SHOW LEAPS

360

450

630

MORE

720

TWO COMPLETE REVOLUTIONS

JAKE PHOENIX SLIDES OFF THE TABLE

CHAD CRASHES AND BURNS THROUGH IT TO THE FLOOR BELOW, NOBODY HOME.

The crowd chants HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT, Jimmy Johnson checking on "The Show" frantically as the crowd is going crazy, concerned, excited, cheering, disbelieving...
Jake Phoenix is barely moving himself. But he is able to throw an arm across Chad Kurtis' heaving chest in the wreckage and splinters of the table.

ONE

TWO

THREEEEEE SHOULDER UP.

ROB MARTINEZ: HOW? HOW IS IT POSSIBLE? CHAD KURTIS SOMEHOW GETS A SHOULDER UP AFTER A DIVE FROM THE DAMNED BALCONY? MIRACLES DO HAPPEN! CHAD KURTIS IS STILL
ALIVE!

Jake Phoenix staggers to his feet, pulling up a barely resisting Show. The crowd is chanting, begging for one more miracle. Phoenix flips The Show upside
down for a second time...

And this time, there is no counter, there is no way out.

TOMBSTONE.

Phoenix slumps over "The Show." One, two, three.

All out of miracles.

JENNY JERSEY: Here is YOUR winner... and STILL REBEL Pro World Heavyweight champion, JAKE PHOENIX!

ROB MARTINEZ: As God is my witness, we have seen it all here in REBEL Pro, tonight we will still a BARBED WIRE match, but we have never seen a match in
REBEL that was as emotional, as dramatic, as amazing as what we have just witnessed! "The Show" Chad Kurtis and Jake Phoenix did not just leave it all
in the ring, they left it all over the Grady Cole Center here tonight in pursuit of the REBEL Pro World Heavyweight title. How can you ask for more than
that from two amazing professional wrestlers?

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INFAMOUS: The Return of Barbwire
04/09/2008
Davidson and Manny X try to kill each other again!

Davidson reaches under the ring and pulls out a table! The crowd erupts into a "We Want Tables!" chant. Manny slides out of the ring and clubs Davidson
from behind as he's sitting up the table.

ROB MARTINEZ: I can only be thankful that Manny didn't wear a thong to the ring tonight.

Manny pops Davidson’s head back with an uppercut and then hooks him for a suplex. Davidson reverses it and it's Manny who lands hard on the concrete floor!
Davidson returns to his table, placing one end on the ring apron and the other on the guard railing. Manny is getting back to his feet when he takes a
shot to the ribs from Davidson. Davidson takes a chair from a ringside fan and smacks it across the back of his former partner! Davidson drops the chair
onto the floor and grabs Manny by the hair. Davidson tries to force the face of Manny into the bottom strand of barbed wire but Manny gets his hands up
for protection. Blood oozes from the hands of Manny as he tries to protect his face from the wire.

ROB MARTINEZ: Manny’s hands are being shredded on that barbed wire! I hope both these men have gotten tetanus shots!

Manny swings his right leg back and low blows Davidson! Manny pulls his bloody hands off of the wire and clotheslines Davidson down to the floor! With Davidson
down, Manny reaches under the ring himself and pulls out a steel chair wrapped with barbed wire! Davidson is getting to his feet. Chair shot to the head!
Davidson drops to all fours and Manny stands over him with a evil look in his eyes. Manny takes the barbed wire chair and tosses it into the ring. Davidson
is using the guard railing to pull himself up and we see that he's been busted wide open! Right hand straight to the cut from Manny! Manny’s biting the
bloody forehead of Davidson! The fans along ringside are going crazy with blood lust.

ROB MARTINEZ: Manny has lost his freakin' mind! If that's even possible!

Manny pulls Davidson off of the guard railing and shoves him into the ring. Manny slides in after Davidson and picks up the barbed wire chair. Manny advances
on Davidson but the Shadowlands member lashes out with a kick to the gut of Manny! Davidson is up and hits a double thrust to the throat of Manny causing
him to drop the chair onto the mat. Davidson scoops up Manny and slams him onto the chair! The crowd groans as Manny screams out in pain! Davidson rolls
Manny off of the barbed wire chair and we see the back of Manny resembles raw hamburger. Davidson waits for Manny to pull himself up to his feet and takes
a swing. Manny drops out of the way and the chair gets tangles up in the top strand of barbed wire.

ROB MARTINEZ: Davidson was looking to take Mannys head off with that shot!

Right hand to the gut from Manny! Another hard shot to the ribs doubles over Davidson! Manny rips the chair away from the barbed wire and clubs Davidson
across the head with it! Davidson drops to the mat, his face a crimson mask. Manny hurls the chair to the mat, pulls Davidson to his feet and Irish whips
him into the barbed wire! The crowd groans as Davidson is hung up! Manny starts taking shots at Davidson, pelting him with stiff rights and lefts. Davidson
rips himself off of the barbed wire and Manny drops him with a big right hand. Amazingly Manny goes for a cover! One! Two! Davidson kicks out! Davidson
is pulled to his feet by Manny and takes a headbutt. A desperation rake to the face from Davidson stuns Manny. Davidson quickly hooks him, hoists him up
and crotches him on the barbed wire!

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh...My....Balls.

The crowd (the men especially) groan as Manny howls in pain. Davidson leaps up and connects with a side kick to the head of Manny! Manny is knocked free
of the barbed wire and lands on the table Davidson set up earlier. Manny lays on the table, blood running down both his thighs. Davidson wipes the blood
from his eyes and approaches Manny. Manny is getting to his feet and Davidson reaches over the top strand of barbed wire and grabs him. Manny quickly grabs
the arm of Davidson and jumps off the table pulling the arm down across the top barbed wire rope! Davidson falls back into the ring cradling his bloody
arm. Manny slips back into the ring and slowly gets to his feet. Finding his barbed wire chair on the mat, Manny picks it up and approaches Davidson only
to be on the receiving end of a low blow!

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh Jeez! Haven't the testicles of Manny had enough? Wait, did I just say that? What have I become?

DDT from Davidson! A cover! One! Two! Manny kicks out! Davidson pulls Manny over to the ropes and shoves his forehead into the barbed wire! The barbs slice
into the flesh and blood pours from the head of Manny! Davidson releases Manny and reaches into his boot. Out comes a pair of wire cutters! As Manny tries
to clear the blood from his eyes, Davidson starts to snips off pieces of the barbed wire! With an evil grin, Davidson wraps strands of barbed wire around
his hand and waits for Manny to get to his feet. Davidson throws a punch but Manny dodges! Manny grabs an off balance Davidson and T Bone suplexes him
into the barbed wire! Davidson is tangled up in the wire and with every move he makes he suffers another cut.

ROB MARTINEZ: Manny still has gas in his tank! What a move!

Manny rips Davidson out of the barbed wire and nails him with his Cause Of Insanity! A cover! One! Two! Davidson kicks out! Manny grabs the barbed wire
chair and rubs it across the forehead of Davidson opening him up even more. Tossing the chair away, Manny pulls Davidson up and drives him to the mat with
his Gang Bangin' Since '94!!!! The crowd counts along with the referee! One! Two! Three!!!

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of the match... MANNY X. FINNEGAN!

ROB MARTINEZ: Manny has won this thing in convincing fashion! What a bloodletting!

The referee raises the arm of a beaten and bloody Manny. He looks down at the unmoving Davidson and spits on him.

ROB MARTINEZ: Who says Manny doesn't have manners?

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NAPW/REBEL Supershow V
04/15/2008
REBEL Carolinas Title: Nick Everhardt vs Mikey Massacre

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, our next match is scheduled for one fall is and for the REBEL PRO CAROLINAS CHAMPIONSHIP! Introducing first, the challenger.
He hails from Houston, Texas. Weighing in at two-hundred-twenty-seven pounds. NICK EVERHARDT!

'Heretics & Killers' starts up as Nick Everhardt steps out from behind the curtain. He makes his way down the aisle, slapping hands with the fans as he
heads towards the ring for this, his first chance at gold in REBEL Pro.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent. Hailing from Albuquerque, New Mexico. Weighing in at two- hundred-thirty-five pounds. He is the REBEL PRO CAROLINAS CHAMPION!
MIKEY MASSACRE!

Cue 'Let It Go' by Def Leppard and the champion appears at the top of the aisle with a steel chair in his hand, wearing his traditional singlet and A MANNY
X. T-SHIRT! And the crowd give him just as sizeable a pop as they gave Everhardt.

ROB MARTINEZ: The crowd love Mikey Massacre, especially after that tremendous victory over JJ Nickels at 'Infamous' last week.

Mikey is just about at the ring - when he throws the chair down to the ground! The crowd cheer again as he slides into the ring and immediately extends
his hand. And the two men shake!

ROB MARTINEZ: What a show of sportsmanship from both men here.

JACK JONES: Urgh, I've seen better...

Referee Dale McDonald holds the belt up above his head as the bell sounds to start this match. Both competitors step forward towards the center of the ring
as Mikey offers up a collar and elbow tie-up. Accepted. Neither man gets the advantage straight off the bat, but Massacre goes first as he ducks around
the back - only to be brought down by a headlock takedown. Everhardt gets caught by a leg scissors, forcing him to release the hold before both men re-attain
their vertical bases.

Now, to try again. Another collar and elbow grapple and this time, Everhardt manages to push his opponent towards the corner. The official calls for a break,
which he gets before the three count. The challenger backs off, allowing Massacre to leave the corner and the two of them lock up once more. Everhardt
gains the upper hand as he slips around the back, taking the champ off his feet with a belly-to-back suplex. Into an armbar.

ROB MARTINEZ: Mikey Massacre is a very sound technical wrestler, but the challenger, Nick Everhardt appears to have his number in the early going.

Massacre tries to counter the hold, but the best is he can do is reach the ropes as Dale McDonald calls for the break. Everhardt releases the hold and again
allows his opponent to get back to his feet - whereupon the challenger unleashes an offensive flurry! European uppercut, followed by some chops to the
chest and Massacre has been back against the ropes. An Irish whip sends him across the ring as he bounces back - into the EVERPLEX--NO! Mike Massacre blocks
with some back elbows causing Everhardt to release his grip. He stumbles back, and Massacre catches him with an atomic drop! The champion bounces off the
ropes - BULLDOG!

JACK JONES: How can these fans cheer both men? I've seen Joey Malone wrestle better matches than this - JOEY MALONE!

Massacre hooks a leg, only getting a two-count before the challenger kicks out. Everhardt is helped back to his feet as Mikey lines him up for a dropkick
- connects! And again - connects! Everhardt is dragged back to his feet again, before being caught by an arm wringer. Massacre twists around once for leverage
- but Everhardt reverses! Now it is he who has the hold locked in, and he takes the champ down with a leg sweep followed up by an elbow drop to the chest!
Both men scramble back to their feet. Mikey goes for a lariat - DUCKED - and the challenger goes behind -- KOBASHI SPECIAL! Lateral press!

ONE!

TWO!

KICK-OUT!

ROB MARTINEZ: The champion lost his head for a second and it nearly cost him!

Massacre is trying to get back to his feet, only to be caught by a small package! Two-count only! And Everhardt is on his man like a dog with a bone as
he traps the champion with a modified surfboard. His knee digging into the back as Dale McDonald checks for the submission. It's not likely, but he's got
to check.

JACK JONES: Is this one over yet?

ROB MARTINEZ: Nowhere near, Jonesy. The champ still has some fight in him, and he's battling his way back to his feet!

Indeed he is, Rob. In fact, he's on his feet. The adrenaline rushing through his veins as he works a reversal to the surfboard - putting Nick Everhardt
in a standing surfboard! Massacre breaks the hold before spinning his opponent around. A toe kick to the midsection doubles Everhardt over - SUPLEX --
NO! Everhardt uses his legs to block, and he goes for a suplex of his own -- NO! Mikey drops down the back! Both men turn to face their opponent ... STAND-OFF!
ROB MARTINEZ: The crowd are on their feet, showing their appreciation, but it seems like neither man can gain a real advantage in this match.

The champion pauses for a moment as he looks towards the crowd. He can hear their chants. They're a REBEL Pro crowd - and they only want one thing! Massacre
points to the outside - and Everhardt nods in agreement! Both men climb out opposite sides of the ring as the crowd almost explode in anticipation!

Mikey Massacre has grabbed his chair from earlier, whilst Nick Everhardt is searching under the ring for one, which he promptly finds. Both men lift their
chairs in the air to a cheer from the crowd! The champ charges around the ring, but his opponent is on his way as well. Everhardt swings first, but his
chair shot is blocked by Massacre! And the champion bats the chair out of his opponent's hands with a shot of his own. Everhardt looks shocked - until
he's caught by a CHAIR SHOT TO THE SKULL! He's staggering, but still standing as Massacre sends the chair straight to the rib cage of his opponent! The
challenger is doubled over on the outside, and Mikey lifts the chair high above his he--NO! Everhardt charges, sending the champ back first into the steel
guard rail! And Massacre is whipped into the steel steps, tumbling over them in dramatic fashion as he does so.

JACK JONES: You know, I still don't see the appeal in this...

Mikey is using the apron to get back to his feet, fortunately his opponent is still feeling those chair shots. Both men are on their feet as Everhardt heads
towards the champ - shot to the midsection! Mikey's fighting back! He lands a succession of shots to the gut of Nick Everhardt - DDT ON THE OUTSIDE! Massacre
with the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

THNOOOOO!

ROB MARTINEZ: The champion with a near fall after that DDT at ring side.

And now, the champion is going under the ring. For the first time this show, what he'll find, nobody knows. Well the crowd do as they spy that Mikey Massacre
has wood - in the shape of THREE TABLES! Everhardt is near the railings, using them to stand up as Massacre throws one of the tables at him! The second
he sets up against the ring. The third is set up in the aisle, and the first one, well that's thrown into the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: Nick Everhardt is out of his element in this hardcore atmosphere, and that DDT still has him more than a little woozy.

The crowd cheer as Mikey Massacre points towards the, uh, the second table. The one against the ring. He grabs his opponent by the head and limps towards
the table, dragging the dazed Everhardt behind him. Hard forearm shot to the face by Massacre - BLOCKED! Everhardt fires back with one of his own as the
two competitors trade blows! Massacre goes for a boot to the gut - CAUGHT! Massacre is spun around ... EVERPLEX! THROUGH THE TABLE! And Everhardt goes
for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THREENOOOOOO! KICK-OUT BY MASSACRE!

JACK JONES: Ooh, so close to a new champion!

ROB MARTINEZ: Getting into the match then, Jack Attack?

JACK JONES: ... shut up ...

Mikey Massacre is in a heap, surrounded by the shattered table as his opponent crawls towards the ring steps. He's getting back to his feet, and Massacre
is beginning to stir. Wait, Everhardt is dislodging the steps. He's got the top half - THROWN AT THE KNEELING MIKEY MASSACRE! And that's enough to bust
the champ wide open! The blood starts flowing as Everhardt goes for another cover.

ONE!

TWONOOOO!

Barely a two-count as Massacre gets the shoulder up! Everhardt can barely believe it, but he's dragging the champion back to his feet before resting Mikey
against the ring apron. Everhardt with a knife edge chop, drawing a "wooo" from this North Carolina audience - as do each of the seven other chops that
follow. Massacre is grimacing in pain as Everhardt takes his turn to point towards the table in the aisle ... Drawing a cheer from the crowd! And to the
two men set sail, avoiding the ring steps and the shattered table before Mikey gets thrown head first into the tabl--NO! He puts his hands down to block
before catching his opponent with an elbow to the midsection! Everhardt's skull is bounced off the table -- wait, a crowd member passes Mikey his chair
- CHAIR SHOT TO EVERHARDT! And it knocks him back onto the table!

ROB MARTINEZ: What is Mikey Massacre doing?

JACK JONES: He's ... heading into the crowd ...

Momentarily at least, yes, as the champion and his chair are on the other side of the guard rails.

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh, he's not!

Massacre ascends to the top of the guard rail -- SUPER FLYING ELBOW DROP WITH THE CHAIR -- MISSES! And Everhardt rolls over into the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THREENOOOOO!

Massacre gets the shoulder up! And now, Everhardt really can't believe it! He's shaken, and bleeding slightly from the last shot, but the challenger is
back on his feet and is dragging his opponent towards the ring. Mikey is rolled back in under the bottom rope as Nick follows him in and once again, he
lifts Massacre back to his feet. Albeit doubled over. Everhardt hooks the arms as he goes for his patented, 'Welcome to Houston Mother F*cker' - but Massacre
blocks, lifting his opponent up in the air! The crowd cheer as their champion counters with a back drop, slamming Everhardt down to the canvas! Both men
are surprisingly quick back to their feet as Massacre connects with a forearm shot to the face, only to be met by an uppercut back! Headbutt by Mikey,
and he gets a chop in return! Massacre tries for a third, but his haymaker is blocked. Everhardt nails his opponent with a stiff forearm before going for
the toe kick - and his leg is caught! INVERTED ATOMIC DROP! Massacre catching his opponent with an inverted atomic drop, and he follows up with a boot
to the gut. Everhardt is doubled over as Massacre hooks a leg - FISHERMAN SUPLEX ONTO THE TABLE! With a bridge!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

JENNY JERSEY: The winner and STILL REBEL CAROLINAS CHAMPION, MIKEY MASSACRE!

ROB MARTINEZ: He's done it! The champion retains in a hard fought contest!

Mikey Massacre is up and helps Nick Everhardt up. The crowd is going wild, as the two men SHAKE HANDS! Nick exits the ring respectfully, and hears an ovation.
Massacre is soaking in Mikey chants, and through the noise, Mikey doesn’t see the man coming through the crowd. He is carrying a piece of glass. He holds
up the glass which says, “THIS IS REALLY HARDCORE.” The man holding it is, MANNY X. FINNEGAN and he enters the ring quietly. Mikey feels someone behind
him. Turns around..

AND GLASS GOES EVERYWHERE! IT SHATTERS OVER MIKEY’S HEAD.

ROB MARTINEZ: What the hell is he doing?

JACK JONES: It looks like he is making a case for the Super Series Challenge REBEL has planned. What a stupid idea, letting champions and other wrestlers
pick their opponents.

ROB MARTINEZ: All he had to do was say, pick me.. and Mikey would have. He didn’t have to knock..wait... he isn’t knocked out, he’s moving.

JACK JONES: Manny is already down the aisle, so he doesn’t see him. Mikey is up though.

Mikey Massacre looks stunned, pissed, and still somehow is standing.

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NAPW/REBEL Supershow V
04/15/2008
Ladder Match for the REBEL World Tag Team Titles: Black Underground Railroad vs El Rey & Zeke

"With A Little Help By My Friends" by the Beatles plays. Stone Zellor and Lady Sparks emerge from the curtain and make their way to the ring. Though Zellor
is getting booed, it seems like the booing is less than it normally is thanks to the t-shirt he is wearing. The front of it is a tuxedo print while the
back reads “WOOOOOOOO” and then underneath that: “Give us a WIGGLE!” Zellor still manages to argue with a few fans on his way to the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: The challengers, the former REBEL World tag team champions! Coming to the ring, accompanied by Lady Sparks, he weighs in at one-hundred and
seventy-four pounds, one-half of the Black Underground Railroad, STONE ZELLOR!

ROB MARTINEZ: Are Zellor and Assman coming out to the same music?

JACK JONES: I cannot BELIEVE that Zellor is wearing that RIDICULOUS shirt!

Assman emerges from the curtains a moment later, also sporting the tuxedo t-shirt.

JENNY JERSEY: And his partner, he weighs in at two-hundred and thirty pounds, the other half of the Black Underground Railroad, MIKE "ASSMAN" TREY!"

There is a solid Assman contingent but an equally strong group of people booing and hissing at Zellor. For the moment, the Assman contingent is winning
since he came out second. Assman does the Wiggle on his way to ringside and acknowledges his many fans on his way to the ring.

“Baila Casanova” starts to play. A moment later, out comes El Rey de Corizones, accompanied by the beautiful Montaña Rose, to great cheers. El Rey is carrying
two dozen roses in his hands. He starts handing a rose to every lady, young or old, of which there aren’t very many. So he ends up giving three to a rather
feminine-looking man sitting ringside.

JENNY JERSEY: Their opponents, the current REBEL World tag team champions! Accompanied by Montaña Rose, he weighs in at two hundred and forty five pounds.
From Villahermosa, Tobasco, Mexico... EL REY DE CORIZONES!

"Come and listen to a story 'bout a man named Jed Poor mountaineer, barely kept his family fed!”

El Rey waits for his partner to come out. Cuzin Zeke emerges, instantly acknowledging the fans who are cheering for him. The crowd is really behind the
two of them.

JENNY JERSEY: And his partner... he weighs in at two hundred and fifty nine pounds. He is from Turkey Cross, Kentucky... CUZIN ZEKE!

There are two ladders set up on either side of the ring. Both teams look at the placement of the ladders but do not touch them yet, wanting to wound their
opponents first before bringing them into the ring. Both of the tag team championship belts are hanging from the ceiling.

ROB MARTINEZ: What a match this is going to be! The THIRD of hopefully many to come!

JACK JONES: Frankly, I think Zellor should drop Silly Ass and go straight for the Carolinas title so jabronies like Everhardt and Massacre aren’t playing
with each other for it. I’d say he should go after Phoenix but then I’d have a tough time picking a favorite there.

ROB MARTINEZ: And the bell rings! We are underway!

El Rey locks up with Zellor. Zeke locks up with Assman. Zellor with a face lock on El Rey but El Rey breaks out and rings Zellor’s arm. Zellor reverses
and rings El Rey’s arm. El Rey with a quick kick to the gut and a hip toss to Zellor.

ROB MARTINEZ: These two teams have set the standard for this division!

JACK JONES: I think Stone Zellor has set the standard. Trey’s along for the ride. And don’t get me started on Tweedle-dumb and Tweedle-immigrant.

Meanwhile, Zeke has Assman in a cobra clutch in the middle of the ring. Assman with a series of elbows to Zeke and he is free! He pushes Zeke off of the
ropes but Zeke reverses. Zeke goes for a big boot but Assman catches it! He trips out his other leg and applies a leg lock to the hillbilly down on the
mat.

ROB MARTINEZ: That’s smart! Assman knows if you can injure an opponent’s leg in a ladder match you increase the amount of time it’ll take him to climb the
ladder.

JACK JONES: Maybe it’s smart but this is a ladder match in REBEL Pro. This isn’t cricket!

Zellor and El Rey continuing to exchange moves. Now it’s Zellor’s turn for a hip toss. He furiously stomps away on the mask of the luchadore. Picks him
up and tries to ram his head into the turnbuckle but El Rey blocks it! El Rey with an elbow, grabs Zellor and throws HIM into the corner. A flurry of rights
from the Mexican champ! He whips Zellor into the corner… but Zellor reverses! Zellor runs after El Rey but El Rey jumps up onto the turnbuckle, jumps back
and lands behind Zellor. He hooks Zellor’s waist for a suplex but Zellor flips and lands on his feet behind El Rey! Now Zellor with a waist lock of his
own. He goes for a suplex but now El Rey lands on HIS feet! And there’s Assman out of nowhere, grabs El Rey’s head and nails him with a neck breaker!

JACK JONES: The Redcoats are coming! The Redcoats are coming!

Zeke is slowly standing, his leg having been in a lock for nearly a minute. Zellor is quick to capitalize on his leg, kicking at his knee. But Zeke catches
his leg and pulls.. Zellor hits the mat hard! Zeke back to his feet, catches Zellor with a scoop and a slam. Zeke off of the ropes and lands an elbow on
Zellor. Now he is delivering a series of stomps!

ROB MARTINEZ: So far this match has been about as even as it comes!

JACK JONES: If the Black Underground Railroad win, are we going to have these two teams wrestle each other AGAIN? Dammit, I want to see the Nation of Innovation
and the Dark Market have their chance!

ROB MARTINEZ: Natural Destruction have a claim to a title shot, don’t forget. And Young and-

JACK JONES: Yeah, yeah!

Assman is going to the outside for one of the two ladders. He folds it and is carrying it into the ring… but El Rey meets him with a baseball slide! Right
into the ladder! Assman falls back and the ladder lands on top of him. He is holding his chest. El Rey capitalizes. Asai moonsault off of the apron onto
the ladder which is on top of Assman!

ROB MARTINEZ: That is one of those moves that only hurts your opponent SLIGHTLY more than yourself!

JACK JONES: That’s why if I wrestled I’d stick to eye gouges and low blows.

Zeke has Zellor down in the corner and is delivering kicks to his mid-section. He backs off for a second to acknowledge the cheering fans.. just enough
time for Zellor to get a low blow in! Zellor back to his feet. Pimp slap! Eye gouge! Right hand! Left hand! Right hand! Left hand! Another eye gouge! Discus
clothesline! The big man is down.

JACK JONES: THAT is how I would wrestle! Stone Zellor needs to open up a wrestling academy! SIGN ME UP!

El Rey is slowly getting to his feet. But so is Assman. El Rey grabs the ladder and swings it at Assman but he ducks it. He grabs it, takes El Rey’s head,
and makes them meet! He has the ladder now, sends it into El Rey’s midsection. And brings it down hard over El Rey’s back! He slides it into Zellor. Zellor
takes the ladder and brings it down over Zeke’s back, but no! Zeke rolls out of the way. Zeke is back to his feet. Zellor swings it at him, Zeke grabs
it from him! Runs it into his gut! Again! Zellor is doubled over. Zeke places the ladder down. He grabs Zellor… piledriver on top of the ladder! Zellor
is busted open!

ROB MARTINEZ: Look at the CRIMSON MASK!

JACK JONES: That LADDER is for CLIMBING ONLY!

Assman with a Russian leg sweep on El Rey. He sees Zeke setting up the ladder and gets back into the ring. As Zeke steps from the third rung to the fourth,
Assman charges forward, pushing the ladder, sending Zeke to the ground! Assman trying to get Zellor up so they can double-team the big man. Zellor is slow
to get to his feet but he and Assman go over towards Zeke. They pull him up…. Double-team fisherman suplex! That took a lot of energy, them trying to get
him up!

JACK JONES: You could tell that was mostly Zellor doing the lifting.

El Rey has climbed the turnbuckle. The Black Underground Railroad turn around… and El Rey hits them both with a cross body block! Now he’s got the ladder.
He is setting it up but sees that the Black Underground Railroad. is standing. He runs forward, trying to use it to send both of them out of the ring but
both Assman and Zellor duck, pull down the top-rope, and El Rey goes flying over the top-rope, landing HARD on TOP of the ladder!

ROB MARTINEZ: We’ve really seen the Black Underground Railroad working very well together tonight!

Zeke is standing… he runs forward, clotheslines the Black Underground Railroad. over the top-rope where they land on top of El Rey and the ladder! Zeke
going to the outside for the SECOND ladder. He brings it inside and is setting it up. On the outside, Assman is the first to rise. He grabs the ladder
at his feet and slides it into the ring. As Zeke is climbing the ladder, Assman charges forward with the other ladder, knocking it over where it lands
on the top-rope, sending Zeke to the OUTSIDE!! Zeke lands HARD on the outside, his fall being broken by ABSOLUTELY NOTHING!

ROB MARTINEZ: OH… MY… GOD!

JACK JONES: Heard of the boy who cried wolf?

ROB MARTINEZ: Of course.

JACK JONES: You’re like the announcer who called God. That man upstairs stopped listening to you years ago!

Now Assman is setting up his ladder. He is climbing up! El Rey is to his feet. He gets back in the ring.. and he’s picking up the ladder!

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh my god! He’s picking up the ladder with the Assman on it! This is DANGEROUS!

JACK JONES: Impressive, I can’t lie. He’s not your typical luchadore.

He’s walking the ladder away from the hanging title belts! Zellor is standing on the outside. El Rey DUMPS Assman from nearly the top of the ladder to the
OUTSIDE on TOP of ZELLOR!

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh… my… GOD!

Now it is El Rey’s turn to climb the ladder. But he is moving slowly, clearly exhausted. He starts setting it up. Zellor is somehow finding the energy to
crawl into the ring.

JACK JONES: The story here is HOW is Zellor STILL moving?

ROB MARTINEZ: Looks like Assman took the brunt of the impact.

El Rey is climbing up the ladder! But Zellor is running toward the ladder! He’s climbing up too! Rung by rung! They meet at the top. They are exchanging
rights and lefts! Both Assman and Zeke are knocked out on the outside! Zellor grabs El Rey’s head and bangs it off the top of the ladder. He grabs it again.
This time he jumps back off the ladder, using the force to smash El Rey’s head into it again! El Rey bounces back and falls to the mat!

ROB MARTINEZ: This match might determine who the champs are and who wins this feud for the belts, but what condition will the champions be in next month
when they have to defend their titles?

Zellor is quick to his feet and is once again ascending the ladder. Zeke is getting back into the ring now. He climbs up behind Zellor. Seizes him by the
throat! Choke slam off of the ladder! Now Zeke is ascending! But here comes Assman! He is in the ring and grabs Zeke’s foot but Zeke shakes it off. Assman
is shaking the ladder, trying to send Zeke off of it again. But Zeke decides to abandon ship and use the situation to his advantage. He leaps off! Cross
body block to Assman!

ROB MARTINEZ: Wow!

JACK JONES: How often do you think Zeke showers?

El Rey is getting to his feet. He hits the rising Zellor with a vicious heart kick! He grabs Zellor and tosses him to the outside. Zeke and El Rey both
pick up Assman and throw him alongside his partner! El Rey is climbing up the ladder. Oh my god! The Black Underground Railroad just picked up the ladder
that was on the outside and threw it into the ring!

ROB MARTINEZ: And the ladder HITS the other ladder, KNOCKING it OVER! MY GOD!

JACK JONES: Thank God for Zellor’s keen vision and unruly strength!

El Rey hit the mat HARD! The Black Underground Railroad. are back in the ring. Zeke goes for a double clothesline but they both duck. They run off the ropes
and each grab Zeke. Double running bulldog! Zellor now climbing up to the middle rope. Assman picks up Zeke and hits him with a back breaker. But he keeps
him in place as his partner lands a leg drop right into the throat of the big man!

ROB MARTINEZ: What a move! These two are really working well together tonight!

Now Zellor is going up top again, this time climbing up the turnbuckle near El Rey. He goes for a diving headbutt… but El Rey rolls out of the way just
in time! Assman picks up El Rey. He goes for a snapmare driver but El Rey pushes him away and Assman lands on his back. El Rey up… Lionsault onto the man
from Manchester, England! Zeke getting to his feet. El Rey Irish whips Zellor right into a Big Boot from Zeke but Zellor ducks it! He hits the big man
with a knee lift, then clotheslines him over the top-rope! El Rey charges Zellor. Zellor with a back body drop! No! El Rey reverses into a headscissors
takedown!

ROB MARTINEZ: He might be a big luchadore but he moves like he weights under two-hundred!

JACK JONES: Like Enrique Rodriguez.

ROB MARTINEZ: Well, if Rodriguez paid less attention to his sideburns, then maybe.

Zeke grabs the foot of Zellor and pulls him out of the ring. Meanwhile, Assman has stood and has one of the ladders in his hands! He charges forward with
the ladder and swings it at El Rey… and clubs him! El Rey is down!

ROB MARTINEZ: Ouch!

Assman stacks the ladders on top of each other mid-ring. Now he’s doing the Wiggle!

JACK JONES: Listen to these idiot fans cheering for that! If I did that, they would boo me!

Back to business, Assman hoists El Rey up for a powerbomb! He’s going to land him on top of both ladders! No! No! El Rey reverses into a hurricanrana! Assman
lands HARD on BOTH ladders!

ROB MARTINEZ: Looks like the Wiggle might have given El Rey enough time to recover in order to reverse the bomb!

JACK JONES: Told ya! Silly Ass.

Meanwhile, Zeke and Zellor are exchanging hard rights and lefts on the outside. El Rey picks up Assman… Tango Pasado del Amor onto the ladders! Assman is
BUSTED OPEN!

JACK JONES: Who’s wiggling now, Silly Ass?

El Rey is setting up one of the ladders again. Meanwhile, on the outside, Zellor has gained the advantage with a steel chair! He has busted the big man
wide open, returning the favor from earlier! Zellor, seeing El Rey climbing the ladder, leaves Zeke and runs into the ring with the chair. El Rey spots
him though! Missile dropkick off of the ladder to the chair into the face of Zellor!

JACK JONES: I recall this being a ladder match, now a ladders and chairs match. What was El Rey THINKING?

El Rey is slow to rise but is back on his feet, again setting up the ladder. Zeke is getting back into the ring. He throws Assman out of the ring… no! Assman
grabs the ropes and prevents it! He elbows Zeke in the gut… but Zeke responds with a hard lariat that finally sends Assman to the outside! Zellor is up
too. He grabs El Rey’s foot and yanks him off of the ladder! El Rey lands FACE FIRST! Zellor is climbing up top now!

ROB MARTINEZ: This is their best chance yet to win back the titles!

JACK JONES: Go ZELLOR! But take off that stupid costume first. This is YOUR victory. Don’t let Silly Ass taint it!

Zeke is climbing up the other side. They meet at the top! They are exchanging fists of fury! Assman is back in the ring. Looks like Zeke is gaining the
advantage. He hits Zellor with a hard punch and Zellor falls! But Assman is too quick to allow Zeke to grab the belts. He pushes the ladder over and Zeke
lands with his legs spread onto the TOP-ROPE!

JACK JONES: Whoops. Looks like Zeke can’t have sex with his sister tonight.

Assman goes over to Zeke and dropkicks him to the outside! He turns around only to be met by El Rey and a hard right! Another! El Rey whips Assman into
the corner. He runs in for a splash but Assman moves out of the way. El Rey hits the corner.. bounces back.. Assman catches him with a German suplex! El
Rey flips over and lands on his stomach!

ROB MARTINEZ: Trey knows how to deliver a good suplex! That’s for sure!

JACK JONES: Did you know British people don’t use toothpaste?

Zellor is back to his feet. El Rey is slowly rising. Zellor with a pimp slap to El Rey! El Rey staggers back, right into.. Assassination! He’s down!

JACK JONES: I wonder if he’d teach me the pimp slap.

Zeke is getting back in the ring. Zellor meets him with a right but Zeke blocks it! He hits Zellor with a right of his own. Assman goes for a lariat but
Zeke ducks it. Zeke with a big boot to Assman! He hoists Zellor up into the air! And throws him out of the ring over the guard rail into the crowd!

ROB MARTINEZ: OH MY GOD! What strength displayed by Zeke!

JACK JONES: That’s what incest does to your genes.

Assman is getting to his feet but Zeke has that steel chair! He CLOBBERS Assman with it! Zeke is now setting up the ladder. Zellor is trying to make his
way through the crowd but it looks like some of the fans are trying to prevent him from leaving!

ROB MARTINEZ: Some of them don’t want Zellor to prevent Zeke from retaining the belts!

JACK JONES: No, no, they are asking for autographs.

Zellor breaks free as Zeke begins the ascension. Zeke realizes he doesn’t have enough time before Zellor pushes him off of the ladder… so he jumps off of
the ladder.. Mudpuddle to Assman! Assman was beginning to get up when the huge mass of Cuzin Zeke landed right on his CHEST! That gives Zellor an opportunity
to climb the ladder.

ROB MARTINEZ: How does Trey recover from THAT?

JACK JONES: Go back to England, Silly Ass.

But El Rey has the same idea. They are both going up! Now Zeke is rising.. he’s going up behind Zellor. El Rey and Zellor reach the top. El Rey with some
hard rights to Zellor. Zeke catches up. He hooks Zellor… belly-to-back suplex off of the ladder! El Rey’s about to get the title!

ROB MARTINEZ: This is it!

But Assman is back up and pushes the ladder just in time!

ROB MARTINEZ: How did he recover from that Mudpuddle so quickly?!?

As Zeke rises, Assman grabs that chair. He returns the favor from earlier across the forehead of the champ! Zeke is back down. Assman going over to El Rey.
He swings the chair down at the smaller of the champs but El Rey pivots and performs a drop toe hold onto Assman who falls forward ONTO the CHAIR!

ROB MARTINEZ: The blood continues to flow!

JACK JONES: And they wonder why I call him Silly Ass.

Zellor and El Rey both standing… run at each other. El Rey goes up for a hurricanrana but Zellor hooks one of his legs! Zellor with a cradle piledriver!
ROB MARTINEZ: What a REVERSAL!

JACK JONES: He really should open up a school. I wasn’t kidding.

Zellor is picking up El Rey now. Going for his preferred type of piledriver… the tombstone! But Zeke is up and delivers an axhandle to the back of Zellor
which gives El Rey enough time to reverse the tombstone into one of his own! Zeke tells Zellor to wait, runs over and grabs the ladder and places it under.
El Rey about to tombstone him but Zeke tells him to wait again! He grabs the steel chair and places it on top of the ladder but as he is doing it Zellor
reverses it!

ROB MARTINEZ: That was risky!

JACK JONES: Or in other words, stupid, and not at all unexpected.

Zeke with another axhandle and El Rey reverses it! Zeke grabs Zellor’s feet for good measure. El Rey with an aided tombstone on the chair which is on the
LADDER!

ROB MARTINEZ: OH MY GOD!

JACK JONES: Two-on-one..

But Assman is back up. He runs off of the ropes… running snapmare driver onto Zeke ONTO the LADDER! Zeke’s head bounces off of the ladder and he lands on
his back!

JACK JONES: I hate having to cheer for Silly Ass in order to cheer for Zellor. Why couldn’t he have picked a tag team partner like Castle or Mr. Hollywood?
El Rey and Assman run at each other. Double clothesline and both are down!

ROB MARTINEZ: This has been a LONG match and the exhaustion is evident!

JACK JONES: I swear if this ends because of a time limit draw…

They are slowly rising to their feet again. Exchanging blows mid-ring! El Rey goes for an Irish whip but the Briton reverses it… El Rey reverses again!
El Rey drops down. Assman off of the ropes, leaps over him, off of the opposite ropes. El Rey up for a hurricanrana but Assman grabs him for a powerbomb!
But El Rey is fighting it with fists to Assman! He spins 180 and delivers a headscissors takedown!

ROB MARTINEZ: A nice series of reversals from men who should be WAY TOO TIRED to be doing that!

Assman quickly back to his feet but El Rey has used the opportunity to pick up one of the ladders. He rams into Assman’s gut! And across his back! And across
the BACK of his HEAD! El Rey setting up the other ladder now. Both Zeke and Zellor are standing. Zellor runs over to the ladder as El Rey begins to climb
it. He climbs up behind El Rey. He puts his head between his legs, grabs El Rey’s ankles, hoists the big luchadore up and away from the ladder and falls
backwards! The ladder is wobbling but stays upright.

ROB MARTINEZ: What a move! I don’t know what you’d call it but… what a move!

JACK JONES: Yeah, there’s gotta be something better than ‘what-a-move.’ God, Rob, I can’t do color commentary AND the play-by-play.

Zeke goes over to Assman who is beginning to stand up. A scoop and a slam. He picks Assman up again. He is going for a piledriver… Assman reverses into
a back body drop-NO! He can’t get the big man up and over! But he is fighting anyhow! Here comes Zellor!

ROB MARTINEZ: What is this?!?

JACK JONES: ZE-LLOR! ZE-LLOR!

Zellor jumped off of the back of his tag team partner and landed a dropkick to the chest of Zeke! Zeke staggers back. Zellor does it again, off of Assman’s
back, this time with a cross-body block. But Zeke catches him! Powerslam! El Rey is back to his feet. He runs at Assman who catches him with a spinebuster!
Zeke charges forward… big lariat to Assman as he stands up!

ROB MARTINEZ: WHAT A MATCH!

JACK JONES: Is that what you say when you have nothing specific to say?

Zeke goes toward the ladder. He is moving slowly. This has been a very long match and he is a very big man! He is climbing up the ladder slowly. He reaches
the top! But Black Underground Railroad. are up and they whip El Rey into the ladder! Zeke is falling… holy shit! Holy shit! Assman caught Zeke with an
Asscracker from the TOP of the LADDER!

ROB MARTINEZ: I thought that was IT! I thought Zeke and El Rey were about to RETAIN!

Zellor with a low blow to El Rey! He throws him over the top-rope.

ROB MARTINEZ: Zellor eliminates El Rey from the picture. And I don’t think Zeke is going anywhere any time soon!

JACK JONES: I bet Zellor taught Silly Ass that move.

Now Black Underground Railroad. are setting up the ladder. They’re both climbing it. They reach the top! They grab the titles!

JENNY JERSEY: The winners and FOR THE SECOND TIME, REBEL WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS.. THE BLACK UNDERGROUND RAILROAD!

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Sands and Slams
05/06/2008
REBEL World Title: Nick Everhardt vs Jake Phoenix

The crowd pops up, and take notice as Jenny Jersey makes the following announcement.

JENNY JERSEY: The following match is your MAIN EVENT. It’s one fall to a finish for the REBEL WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!

ROB MARTINEZ: Nick Everhardt was the man challenged in this match. Jake called on him, with the ability to fight any non champion on the roster, he picks
Nick.

MURCIELAGO: He explained why though, he wanted to fight the common REBEL wrestler, the Everyman. And then he’ll stamp his boot to the temple of Everhardt’s
head to show the world how much better he thinks he is.

An underdog in most peoples minds, Nick Everhardt walks down the ramp way, as “Heretics & Killers” plays over the speakers. He slaps hands with the fans,
and he receives a decent ovation. He enters the ring, hitting the ropes a few times.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing the challenger. He weighed in at two hundred twenty seven pounds and is fighting out of Houston, Texas. NICK EVERHARDT!

Surprise! you're dead!
Ha ha! open your eyes

See the world as it used to be when you used to be in it
When you were alive and when you were in love
And when I took it from you!

And the champ is here. Half the crowd boos all they can. The other half... they treat Jake Phoenix like he solved the worlds energy crisis and made gas
a buck fifty a gallon. In other words, he is getting CHEERED! Jake has his sunglasses on, despite the sun already setting. He walks to the ring, exuding
confidence and ready to whip “Nick Everyman” as he called him.

MURCIELAGO: Nick Everhardt might need to just leave now. I’ve seen some tough men come through REBEL, and Phoenix is right up their in my league.

ROB MARTINEZ: No one will question the toughness of either one of you.

MURCIELAGO: They better not.

Jake turns his back to the ring, and takes off his sunglasses. He holds the belt high in the air, and tells Nick, “You’ll never WEAR THIS!” Jake spins around
to show the crowd. He turns around back toward the ring..

NICK EVERHARDT WITH A SUICIDE DIVE!

Jake Phoenix is downed quick and Nick gets him up, then throws him into the ring. Jimmy Johnson calls for the bell, and we are underway. Phoenix tries to
get up but receives some wicked kicks to his back. Jake goes down to all fours and Nick unloads with a punt to the abdomen of the World champ. Jake rolls
to his back, holding his ribs. Nick Everhardt goes to the top rope, and FLYING ELBOW DROP! He goes for the cover.

ONE!

NOT EVEN A TWO.

ROB MARTINEZ: Nick Everhardt is going for broke!

MURCIELAGO: He needs to leave it all out in the ring tonight, or else he will be crushed!

Jake throws him off. Nick gets up quickly. Jake is struggling to get up. Nick takes out the left leg of Jake Phoenix, clipping it. As Jake lays on the ground,
Nick Everhardt looks for the Texas Cloverleaf 3000. Jake gets his bearings and UP KICK! It misses! Nick tries to lace the legs again, and UP KICK... THAT
DOESN’T MISS! Nick holds his face as Jake tried to kick a hole through it. Nick is down, trying to get feeling back into his jaw. The wind whips a bit,
and a beach ball lands in the ring. Jake boots it out and lets Nick get up. Nick does, and Phoenix nails him with a well measured clothesline. Nick’s head
hit’s off the mat with impact. Jake with a smirk as he survived the initial flurry from the well documented “under dog”.

MURCIELAGO: And it looks like Nick might have petered out.

ROB MARTINEZ: Just a change in momentum, no need to call the match over.

Jake picks up the man he laid the challenge too. He throws him into the far corner. He hesitates a bit, to yell something at a anti-Phoenix fan. He charges
in with a clothesline attempt, but Nick with a drop toe hold! JAKE’S HEAD SMASHES INTO THE TURNBUCKLE! Nick Everhardt with a school boy!

ONE!

TWO!

KICK OUT!

Nick and Jake get up basically at the same time. Jake is super pissed and nails a huge big boot to the face of Everhardt. Everhardt didn’t even have time
to think. Jake puts one boot on the chest of Nick and Jimmy Johnson asks Jake if he is for real. “Damn Right I am” and Jimmy goes for the count.

ONE!

SHOULDER UP!

Leg drop follows up the lackadaisical pin. He lays on top with the leg, and demands another count. Before Jimmy Johnson can do that, Nick has reversed it
and has Jake pinned.

ONE!

TWO!

Jake kicks out, and the time to play cat and mouse might be over!

ROB MARTINEZ: Toying with Nick Everhardt isn’t a wise move. Why is he taking him lightly?

MURCIELAGO: Jake has a big ego, and that ego is telling him that no one can stop him. And right now, who can say he is wrong?

Jake gets up and misses a clothesline. Nick nails him with a super kick as Jake turns around. Jake was near the ropes and hangs on them. Nick charges in
with a clothesline himself. Phoenix steps up in the “nick” of time and launches Nick, with help from Nick’s on momentum, in the air, landing him THROAT
FIRST ON THE ROPES! Nick whiplashes back and FULL ROTATING POWERSLAM! Jake hooks the leg.

ONE!

JAKE PICKS NICK UP!

ROB MARTINEZ: That’s just disrespectful.

MURCIELAGO: Gotta call that stupid. Phoenix had him and let him survive.

The crowd boos big time, with the exception of the Murder City Cabana Boys, aka Jake fans. Jake shrugs off the negativity and throws Nick on his shoulders.
Jake takes him over to the turnbuckle and SNAKE EYES on the turnbuckle. Nick hit head first and slouches in the corner. Jake turns him around and delivers
several shots to the ribs and body area. A flurry begins and out of PURE desperation, Nick Everhardt nails Jake Phoenix in the balls! Jake goes down faster
than Lindsay Lohan on Meth. Nick crawls to the outside. Jake crawls toward the ropes, trying to reach for his opponent. SAND TO THE EYES! Nick Everhardt
is using the REBEL rules, and the environment to his advantage. He grabs a steel chair, Jake is up slightly blinded. Nick in the ring.. CHAIR SHOT! Jake
staggers but doesn’t go down. ANOTHER! THE CHAIR BENDS AS JAKE GOES DOWN TO ONE KNEE! Everhardt bangs it against the ring in preparation of one more shot...
HE SWINGS AND

CHOKESLAM FROM JAKE PHOENIX! Jake leapt from his down position and stopped Everhardt DEAD in his tracks! Jake collapses to the mat as well, and blood trickles
from the head of Jake Phoenix. Jake rolls over, and places an arm over Nick Everhardt!

ONE!

TWO!

THRE- SHOULDER UP LAST SPLIT SECOND!

ROB MARTINEZ: Jake has to be regretting picking Nick up now.

MURCIELAGO: Yeah, but he hasn’t lost yet neither.

Jake didn’t expect to be fighting this hard, but it is what it is. Jake rises to his feet. Nick does too, eventually. Jake waits for the smaller man to
get up, and Jake charges with a boot. Nick side steps and Jake crotches the top rope. Nick kicks him good in the thigh, and Jake is fully on them, and
Nick shakes them to give Jake a “bad ride”. Everhardt finishes it off with a spinning wheel kick that sends the big man to the mat. Everhardt goes up top.
LEG DROP FROM UP TOP! He covers!

ONE!

TWO!

Jake Phoenix with a shoulder up. Everhardt turns Phoenix over and KNEE DROP ON THE LOWER BACK! Jake yells in pain. Everhardt lays in some forearms to the
back too. Everhardt grabs a leg and places Jake in a one legged Boston Crab. Phoenix’s height allows him to get to the ropes. Nick doesn’t let go, and
keeps the pressure. Everhardt finally lets go, and goes outside again, grabbing a table. He slides it in. The crowd is almost fully behind the challenger.
Jake to his feet, holding his lower back. Everhardt is in the ring and attempts a leg kick but has his leg grabbed. Jake trips Everhardt, then delivers
a big elbow to the sternum. Jake takes his elbow and grinds it in the face of Nick Everhardt. He then lets off with several elbows to the head of Nick
Everhardt creating a swollen left eye. Jake stands up taking Nick with him. SIDE WALK SLAM! Jake screams in pain as well though. His lower back is killing
him at this point. Jake picks up the chair, still in the ring from earlier clubbing. Nick sees Jake coming down with it and wisely rolls out of the way.
Jake attempts it again, and once again Nick moves.

Jake fakes it, and then tries, but receives a kick to the leg. Nick is up and SHINING WIZARD! JAKE IS OUT!

ONE!

TWO!

FOOT ON THE ROPE!

ROB MARTINEZ: Another near fall. Nick is giving Jake all he can handle.

Nick can be heard yelling DAMN! miles away. The crowd is hot. Nick takes the chair and lays into the back of Jake Phoenix. He nails him several times. Jake
is prone... TEXAS CLOVERLEAF THREE THOUSAND! Jake is locked in it.. in the middle of the ring.

Jake attempts to inch closer to the ropes. Jimmy Johnson is in position ready to witness a tap out. A tap out that... may or may not occur. Jake pulls himself
closer, dragging the two hundred twenty seven pounder along too. Jake’s hand reaches out and..

Nick is told to stop by Jimmy Johnson. Nick Everhardt falls to the ground! He is thanking God and seems to be in tears. The crowd erupts as Nick is overjoyed.
He gets up and then sees...

the most sickening thing ever. Jake’s hand is on the bottom rope. Jimmy was telling him to stop, cause Phoenix had reached the ropes.

MURCIELAGO: (LAUGHING) WHAT A SCENE!

ROB MARTINEZ: He thought his move finished him, but it wasn’t the case.

Nick looks like he has been beat in the face with baseball bat, several parts swelling. Jake is getting up. Nick tries to set up the table, finally realizing
that he NEEDS to do more. He abandons that idea, and measures the staggering Jake Phoenix. Nick Everhardt to the top...

MOONSAULT!

JAKE CATCHES NICK EVERHARDT! NICK LANDS IN THE POSITION FOR

TOMBSTONE... ON THE UN-SETUP TABLE!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

JENNY JERSEY: The winner and STILL REBEL World Heavyweight Champion, THE MURDER CITY DEVIL, JAKE PHOENIX!

Jake is handed his belt, and he gets up.

ROB MARTINEZ: What a gutsy effort by Everhardt but in the end, Jake Phoenix still couldn’t be stopped.

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JENNY JERSEY: Weighing in tonight at three hundred and seventeen pounds. From Rochester, New York..."THE DEVASTATOR" KURT CASTLE!

Castle doesn't pay any attention to the booing soldiers and their loves ones. He just jogs right to the ring and climbs in and begins stretching against
the ropes.

The tempo changes though when "Cocky" by Kid Rock hits the speakers. Even those who have good taste and hate the song nonetheless cheer for the popular
two-time, two-time REBEL champion.

"They say I'm COCKY And I say WHAT? It ain't braggin' mother fucker if you back it up!"

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent, from Paducah Kentucky and fighting out of Durham, North Carolina! Weighing in at two-hundred thirty pounds... He is the
former two-time REBEL World Heavyweight Champion, two-time Carolina's champion... "THE SHOW!" CHAD KURTIS!

And the loudest pop we have heard all night! And these are some of the toughest people around, many of whom are on leave at the base, and able to buy duty-free
alcohol and their combined cheers nearly blow the roof off of the gymnasium which would be terrible because people would probably think Norfolk had been
attacked. "The Show" greets the soldiers, saluting to a few as he makes his way to ringside, soaking in and honored by the tremendous ovation he is receiving
from the soldiers, many of whom are both REBEL and NAPW fans.

ROB MARTINEZ: And the bell rings! What a match-up this'll be!

The two opponents circling each other. A once bitter rivalry has been reborn over the past few weeks on Rebel Pro Dot Com and both of these men would love
to gain the initial advantage, especially with a title shot on the line. Castle and Kurtis staring into each other's eyes, trying to figure out what the
other is thinking. Kurtis goes in for a tie-up and Castle explodes with a knee to the gut! Another! Now he's laying his massive forearms down on the small
of Kurtis' back. But Kurtis lifts his head and pushes Castle's arms away. A few quick elbows to Castle's head. Kurtis runs back, off of the ropes, goes
for a running scissorkick but Castle ducks it. Now Castle is running, off the ropes, goes for a clothesline but Kurtis ducks underneath. Kurtis is behind
Castle. A dropkick to the back of Castle's knee and he's on his back! Kurtis drops an elbow but Castle rolls out of the way. Castle is back to his feet
and goes for an elbow drop of his own but this time it's Kurtis who moves. Both men back to their feet at the same time. Castle goes for a lock-up but
Kurtis shoots underneath, at his knees. Castle drops down on top of Kurtis' back and locks his waist. Castle pulls him up...

ROB MARTINEZ: Castle's strength is UNCANNY!

MURCIELAGO: But so is the speed of THE SHOW. Don't think I've ever wrestled anybody quicker.

ROB MARTINEZ: Wow. No sarcasm there?

MURCIELAGO: You're good-looking and intelligent.

He's trying to powerbomb him from that position! He has him up but Kurtis is trying to wiggle free. He kicks Castle in the head, breaks free, spins around
and takes down the big man with a headscissors! But Castle is quick to his feet. Kurtis charges forward for a lariat, but Castle ducks it. He grabs Kurtis...
side slam! Cover! One! And Kurtis with a shoulder up!

Castle standing and bringing Kurtis up with him. A scoop and a slam back down to the mat. He runs off of the ropes, jumps in the air... splash on Kurtis,
but Kurtis rolls out of the way just in time! He gets to his feet, standing moonsault onto the back of Castle but Castle was beginning to stand and the
moonsault doesn't push him down! He grabs the back of Kurtis' neck with his arms. He's standing up with Kurtis on his back! A wicked snapmare while standing!
Kurtis is arching in back, gritting his teeth from the impact. Now Castle is off of the ropes and he knows he can land the splash this time! And he does!
One! Tw--no! A kickout before the two count! Castle pulls Kurtis up, knows he is going to have to inflict a whole lot more damage in order to get the three.
He hooks him for another side slam but Kurtis is elbowing Castle in the gut. Kurtis swings his legs up in the air and catches the backs of his feet on
Castle's shoulders and uses his abdomen strength to pull himself up! He is on Castle's shoulders, punching away!

ROB MARTINEZ: His agility is UNCANNY!

MURCIELAGO: Let me guess, uncanny is your Dictionary.com word of the day?

But no! Castle resists and is able to pull Kurtis back up with his arms and delivers a mean powerbomb! A cover! One! Two! And Kurtis gets a shoulder up.
ROB MARTINEZ: Castle has truly been DEVASTATING Kurtis in the opening minutes of this bout!

MURCIELAGO: You had that written down, didn't you? Woke up in the middle of the night and jotted that one down while the Mrs. kept sleeping?

Castle pulling Kurtis back to his feet. Looks like he is going to give him ANOTHER power bomb! But Curtis is fighting again! And this time he is able to
hit the Frankensteiner! Castle is quickly back to his feet, though... but Kurtis is off of the ropes and nails Castle with a scissorkick! Castle is down
but once again rising quickly. Kurtis off of the opposite ropes, going for another scissorkick. But he never should have tried the same move twice because
Castle catches him! BACK DROP DRIVER! Another cover! One! Two! And yet ANOTHER kickout from Kurtis!

ROB MARTINEZ: Or maybe that was sound strategy... Castle would expect a different move from Kurtis since "The Show" has probably the most versatile collection
of moves in all of REBEL... so if Castle expects that, then it makes sense to--

MURCIELAGO: Don't try to put your feeble little mind in theirs.

ROB MARTINEZ: That's what they pay me to do!

MURCIELAGO: I know. Given your lack of talent, it's amazing you aren't watching this at some strip club somewhere. You've been very lucky.

ROB MARTINEZ: That is the closest you have ever come to a compliment.

MURCIELAGO: Please don't take it as anything remotely in the neighborhood of a compliment. I think you suck.

Kurtis is hurting but Castle is equally exhausted from trying to put Kurtis away. Castle is a large man which has its advantages but it also has his disadvantages.
He gets to his feet. Kurtis is using the ropes to pull himself up. Castle walks over to Kurtis, hooking a waistlock. Probably some type of suplex. But
Kurtis springs to life and is elbowing his way out of it! He turns around and is delivering rights up to Castle. Castle staggers back. Kurtis turns around,
towards the ropes, he's up in the air, off of the ropes! Showtime! Showtime!

ROB MARTINEZ: Where did he get the energy for that move? That might have been when the tide turns in this bout!

MURCIELAGO: Those high-flying shananigans only work for so long. Eventually pure brawl wins over it. It might not look as pretty, but it always comes out
on top.

But that took a lot out of Kurtis. He was on reserves when he hit that move. But he is getting to his feet before Castle. Castle tries to stand... Kurtis
hits him with a Shining Wizard and he is back down. Kurtis is pumping up! You can almost see his energy levels rising back up!

ROB MARTINEZ: If this was a video game, we would see his health meter rising.

MURCIELAGO: Did you really just say that? Seriously?

Kurtis walks over to Castle. Standing shooting star press! A cover! One! Two! And Castle kicks out! Kurtis is going up top as Castle slowly works his way
to his feet! Castle is up... but back down after a missile dropkick halfway across the ring! Kurtis waits in the corner as Castle stands... charges forward
with a clothesline and sends the big man to the outside! Castle lands on the gym floor. He's on his back. Kurtis runs off of the ropes, leaps over the
top-rope and lands a SENTON on THE DEVASTATOR!

ROB MARTINEZ: Listen to these FANS! They are the THE LOUDEST they have been ALL NIGHT! They LOVE THE SHOW and they LOVE REBEL!

MURCIELAGO: Don't get me wrong, these are some of the toughest, smartest people in the world watching this event tonight, but something tells me they love
REBEL a whole lot more when they don't have to listen to your commentary. I hope this base has mute buttons in every room.

ROB MARTINEZ: Well, then, they'd be muting you, too.

MURCIELAGO: Those DVDs aren't out yet. But, since your mentioning it, REBEL fans, keep an eye out June the first for my debut alongside this clown. Finally
the fans have a medium by which to express their utter disgust with your play-by-play: ME.

Kurtis is reaching under the ring now. He pulls out a table. He is setting it up! He walks over to Castle and is picking him up while stopping to drop forearms
into his back. He is putting him on the table, but Castle fights back! He hits Kurtis with a right! Now a headbutt! Another! Kurtis staggers back, Castle
lariats him over the guard rail! But Castle is hurting. He grabs a chair as Kurtis rises... and CRASHES it down over "The Show"'s head! He reaches over
and grabs Kurtis, dragging him back over the rail. Now he's delivering forearms to Kurtis' back. Dragging him toward the table as if he is going to set
him up for a move through it. He hooks him around the waist... belly to belly maybe? But no! Kurtis elbows out of it! REVERSE STO on the HARD FLOOR!

ROB MARTINEZ: There is no way to soften that BLOW! Let the critics of professional wrestling say what they will, THAT is PAINFUL!

MURCIELAGO: No shit. You find me a REBEL wrestler without a scar--well, maybe that little pussy Daines or whatever his little runt of a tag team partner
is called--and I'll give you one-hundred bucks. Seriously, that's a fucking challenge. Most of them are total trash, but they get the shit kicked out of
them and these fans here appreciate it. They wouldn't accept crap wrestling.

Both men are down! Kurtis slowly rising to his feet. Now Castle is. Kurtis jumps up onto the ring apron! Asai moonsault takes them both down again! Kurtis
is getting back up. Rolls into the ring. Off of the ropes... suicide plancha but Castle catches his head! He holds him up in the air, glaring at the booing
crowd! Kurtis can't do anything to prevent it! ELEVATED DDT!

"The Show" is busted open!

ROB MARTINEZ: OH... MY... GOD!

Kurtis rolls him into the ring! He's going for a cover! One! Two! Thr--NO! NO! Kurtis with a shoulder up at the last possible nanosecond! Castle gets to
his feet and brings Kurtis with him. He whips him into the corner hard and Kurtis flips in mid-air and hits the entire BACKSIDE of his BODY on the TURNBUCKLES!
Kurtis is up and staggering around, his back arched in pain... and he is sent back down by a VICIOUS lariat from CASTLE! Castle pulls him back up immediately,
hoists him up... RUNNING POWERSLAM!

ROB MARTINEZ: Does Kurtis have ANYTHING left in his RESERVES? ANYTHING? If it was anyone else I would probably say NO WAY!

He flips Kurtis over... he sits on the small of his back... he's going for the TRUTH SERUM!

MURCIELAGO: Well, if he had anything left, it's gonna be gone in about two seconds. Looks like Castle'll be joining the Four Way at American Anarchy next
month.

In the MIDDLE of the RING! He has it locked in! Kurtis is resisting!

Kurtis reaches back with his hands and grips Castle's ankles. He's trying to break the hold, trying to sweep Castle's legs and force him on his back but
it's proving tough! Can he withstand the pressure from the TRUTH SERUM?

ROB MARTINEZ: THE SHOW hates to tap! He has too much pride! But no one can stand the Truth Serum for much longer!

He did it! He did it! Kurtis pulled on Castle's ankles forcing Castle on his back! The hold has been broken! My God! Kurtis somehow flips backwards and
rolls up Castle! Castle's neck and shoulders are pinned and Kurtis is standing, holding his legs in place! One! Two! Thr--NO! NO! A kickout! Just barely!
Castle surely didn't see THAT coming!

ROB MARTINEZ: Chad Kurtis knows more wrestling holds than ANY OTHER WRESTLER on the SCENE! For a guy, eighty pounds less than The Devastator, to be able
to pull out something like that speaks VOLUMES about REBEL's two-time World and two-time Carolina's champion!

MURCIELAGO: Brief title reigns. Overrated. But I digress...

Kurtis drops a quick leg drop on Castle before he can regain his composure! Now he's off of the ropes, somersault, back up to his feet.. rolling somersault
knee drop onto the SKULL of CASTLE! Kurtis grabbing his head in pain. Now Kurtis is applying a neck scissors to Castle, trying to slow the big man down
and change the tempo of the match.

ROB MARTINEZ: I like the strategy here. He knows he needs to slow down the pace of the match because it is currently in Castle's favor. The momentum is
with Castle. If he is going to switch things around, he needs to weaken Castle and regain his own composure. That's what this move does.

MURCIELAGO: Once again, my sidekick interjects with his completely obvious comments. I might as well be sitting out here with that little kid I see sitting
on her dad's shoulders over there.

He is really wrenching his legs, trying to squeeze the remaining wind out of Castle. He finally lets go after nearly a minute. Kurtis is going outside of
the ring and grabbing that steel chair from earlier. He's back in the ring. Castle is up on a knee, holding his throat trying to get some oxygen in his
lungs. Kurtis lines up and swings the chair at Castle's head! Castle is dazed but does not fall! ANOTHER SWING! Now Castle is down! He's on his back. Kurtis
puts the steel chair right over his face. He climbs outside the ropes but stays on the apron.

ROB MARTINEZ: THE SHOW is the KING of the SPRINGBOARD!

MURCIELAGO: Do you wanna kiss his ass a little more there, guy? You working on commission or somethin'?

Springboard 450 Splash onto the chair! The PRIME TIME! Oh my God! That hurt Kurtis' abdomen as he is rolling around, clutching it. Castle is busted open
now, very much out of it. Kurtis manages to roll on top!

ROB MARTINEZ: THIS IS IT!

One! Two! Thre--NO! NO! Castle manages to kick out! Kurtis can't believe it! The soldiers are in shock. They thought that was it! Kurtis slow to his feet,
takes Castle's head. He's going for the CK Finale!

MURCIELAGO: If he hits this, then it's over. Every time you guess a match is over, Rob, you're wrong. Let me do the predicting from now on.

My God, he hits it! One! Two! Three! NO! NO! Castle got a foot on the ropes! Kurtis was too close! Kurtis is so upset with himself. He grabs Castle's leg,
drags him back into the middle of the ring. Makes the cover again!

MURCIELAGO: Dammit.

One! Two! NO! NO! Castle kicks out! Kurtis pulls Castle up. Waistlock. But Castle is fighting! He is elbowing the head of Kurtis! He breaks free and spins
around! GERMAN SUPLEX! He arches for the pin! One! Two! Three--NO! NO! A kickout by Kurtis just in time! Both men slowly rising. Castle with a right! Kurtis
with a right! Kurtis with a knife edge chop! Castle with a knife edge chop! Castle with a punch but Kurtis blocks it. A punch of his own! Another! "The
Show" spins around.. rolling elbow to Castle and the big man staggers. ANOTHER one and the big man is down!

ROB MARTINEZ: A lot of near falls in this match! EITHER ONE of these guys could pull it off!

Kurtis goes for Castle's legs but Castle kicks him back WITH AUTHORITY and Kurtis lands HARD! Kurtis back up as Castle is on all fours... Le Majistral Cradle!
One! Two! Three--NO! NO! Castle kicks out! Kurtis pulling Castle up but Castle grabs him and... SHORT ARM CLOTHESLINE! Kurtis down. Castle picks him up,
whips him HARD into the CORNER! He runs in for a SPLASH!

MURCIELAGO: If either of these guys had any smarts at all they'd grab that chair and use it or take advantage of that table still setup at ringside. But
they don't.

Kurtis doesn't have time to fall on his own from the corner splash because Castle whips him! Castle grabs him for a flapjack. But Kurtis rolls in mid-air
and grabs the back of Castle's head! WHAT A NECKBREAKER! The fans are going crazy!

ROB MARTINEZ: What a REVERSAL! I don't think I've ever seen anything like it!

Kurtis knows he has to act fast if he wants to end this match. He pulls Castle up and brings him outside the ropes with him. They stay on the apron. Castle
is out of it! He is going to give him the CK FINALE through that table on the outside!

ROB MARTINEZ: I think you and I are in agreement that it's over now.

MURCIELAGO: Yup.

He has him up! This it! No! Not yet! Castle is kicking his legs, trying to get out of it! He lands his feet. OH MY GOD! He picks up "THE SHOW" in a Gorilla
Press! OH MY GOD! He launches him into the ring and Kurtis' head NAILS the TURNBUCKLE and Kurtis flies back!

ROB MARTINEZ: That was SICK!

MURCIELAGO: My type of move right there. Throw the asshole as far as you can and make sure he hits his head as hard as possible. That's how these matches
are won.

The fans are going crazy, half of them chanting "RE-BEL! Re-BEL!," the others booing Castle. They thought Kurtis was about to end the match! Kurtis is up,
staggering about, the wound on his forehead busted open worse than before. Castle steps in between the ropes. Kurtis stumbles right into the arms of Castle!
BELLY-TO-BELLY OVER THE TOP-ROPE THROUGH THE TABLE! OH MY GOD!

MURCIELAGO: Castle took my advice. And that's why he'll win!

ROB MARTINEZ: Kurtis was trying to use the table too!

MURCIELAGO: Spoke only when spoken to.

Castle quickly goes outside and throws Kurtis in. The fans are yelling at him but he ignores them. His eyes are on the prize. He rolls in after Kurtis,
hooks a leg. One! Two! Three! That's IT! Kurt Castle has won!

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Naval Attack
05/13/2008
Shane Scarr gets his neck broke!

"I WANT EVERYBODY IN THIS ROOM TO KNOW...YOU CAN'T WHOOP ME"

For the second time in a month, Prince Williams Darko is back on REBEL turf. He's in a brown suit, but over his brown jacket is a red shirt, a tight red
shirt, it reads: "WORD IS KBOND" in white font. He also has shirts to share, because he's pushing a shopping cart down towards the ring with red shirts
hanging from the sides and more folded ones inside the cart. The crowd stands and look around, and just like last week, a bit confused. Darko makes it
towards the ring, he looks around, scheming to find a way to enter the ring with the cart. He tries to lift the bottom rope, but it won't work. He looks
around the ring, nothing. He shrugs his shoulders, then grabs hold of the cart, backs up, tosses it into the ring. The shirts fall out of the cart and
all over the ring. Darko shrugs again and enters the ring and demands a mic.

PRINCE DARKO: You see these mother fuckin' shirts?

Darko bends down to pick one up, then holds it next to his face as he speaks.

PRINCE DARKO: Ain't these shits sexy? Ain't these mother fuckers witty? I know they are, I came up with these mother fuckers. I think everyone in this god
damn arena should have one. It's my gift to you all, since I won't be wrestlin' tonight.(POP) The fuck are you assholes so happy about? This shit is a
travesty, me not wrestling, Christ, that's horrible. But I ain't tryna go against Doctors orders. I sprained my meat head last week through some intense
sex; that pussy was rigorous--no question.

PRINCE DARKO: Since I can't wrestle for you shit heads tonight, I'd thought I'd introduce a good friend of mine to the ring, for the first time.

If the crowd was a bit confused before, they're completely dumbfounded now.

PRINCE DARKO: KEVIN! "KBOND!" BONDSWORTH!

"You Won't Ever Pound Me Song" by Akforty hits the arena, just moments before KBOND explodes through the curtains. The crowd is indifferent towards him,
they're still studying him. Studying his height, his figure, his dark glasses, his tights, his boots, his gap, his extremely dark skin.

Darko begins to toss the red shirts at the crowd, they toss them right back at him.

PRINCE DARKO: He's from where I'm from: Can't Whoop Me Street and You Still Garbage Ave. in the great (BLEEP)' Kingdom of Zamunda. At a height of Six feet
and Eight mother fuckin' inches. And weighs in at Three-Hundred-Forty-Five pounds. And will step on your head with no fuckin' remorse for it.

KBOND enters the ring, he stands right next to Darko.

ROB MARTINEZ: My god, he makes Darko look like a little kid next to him.

PRINCE DARKO: You see this man over here, he's my enforcer, so the next time someone wants to get slick at the mouth, they'll get that shit wired shut courtesy
of KBOND. Now, new fuckin' policy, you want to get to me, you HAVE to get through HIM!

Darko pats KBOND's shoulders.

PRINCE DARKO: KBOND, how about I show these poor, talent deprived jerks what you can really do?

KBOND begins to smile, exposing his bright white teeth and that small gap.

PRINCE DARKO: Alright, bring that Bill Price mother fucker out here.

Dreamweaver begins to blare through the arena. And just like last week, Darko assumes the position of being announcer again.

PRINCE DARKO: Bill "Still trash. Still Sorry. Still Garbage. Still Old. And would get his ass beaten the fuck up if we had a rematch." Price. Who cares
how tall he is or how heavy he is; that shit doesn't concern me, nor does it concern KBOND. Now does it?

KBOND looks over at Darko, smiling, showing his gap, he shakes his head, then looks over to Bill Price, who's walking into the ring slowly. KBOND continues
to play if his hands, cracking knuckles, stretching fingers. He shakes his head, loosening up, he's ready to go. Bill Price enters the ring. He walks over
to Darko and snatches the mic away from him. Darko motions retaliation, but is stopped by KBOND. He places his hand in front of Darko in a "I got this,
boss" fashion.

BILL PRICE: I'll wrestle him, no problem, but where's the ref.?

Darko takes off his "WORD IS KBOND" shirt, under his shirt is a ref's shirt. Darko then tosses the red shirt to Bill's face. Bill takes the shirt off and
the first thing he sees is KBOND rushing at him, decapitating him with a vicious clothesline. Bill flips in the air before falling to mat. Darko moves
around the ring like any other ref would, but continues to fling trash talk. "LOOK AT YOU! YOU'RE DOWN! YOU ALL TRASH" He gets down on his knees and starts
talking trash in Bill's ear, "GARBAGE. YOU'RE COMPLETE GARBAGE. YOU CAN'T WHOOP HIM! YOU GOT LUCKY LAST WEEK, LUCKY MOTHER FUCKER!"

KBOND picks up Bill Price and sends him into the corner with force; Price bounces out of the turn buckle and returns to KBOND to receive a Bear hug. KBOND
shakes Price all over the ring, squeezing the life, the air -but not the will- out of Bill. Bill tries to battle his way out, swinging, open palm strikes
to KBOND'S ear's. KBOND eats it and continues to apply the rigorous pressure. And just as it seems Bill is about to fade, KBOND flings him across the ring
with a Belly-To-Belly.

ROB MARTINEZ: The strength of KBOND is amazing!

KBOND moves over to Bill to pick up, but Bill refuse to be brought to his feet again; he elbows KBOND in the gut, it doesn't do much. KBOND kicks Bill on
his chest, forcing him back down to the mat.

ROB MARTINEZ: What’s this?

Darko looks over to the curtains, it's Shane Scarr. He rushes into the ring with a chair.

ROB MARTINEZ: Why is he out here?

MURCIELAGO: To get a good seat if he's smart.

Darko taps KBOND's shoulders, telling him to focus on a new subject. Shane swings the chair, it folds, crushes on KBOND's massive head. KBOND is still standing!
ROB MARTINEZ: Wow, how weak.

KBOND grabs Shane by the neck, he tosses him into the corner and moves over to the other end of the ring. While he's there, Darko holds Shane down, talking
smack to him while punching him from the second rope.

YOU

STILL

GAR

BIDGE

YOU

CAN'T

WHOOP

ME

DON'T

BAH

one more for good luck of course

DER

Darko removes from the second rope, but continues to hold down Scarr but stop once he sees KBOND is rushing towards Shane; Darko flees from the wreckage.
KBOND backs up and continues to do so as Shane stumbles foreword towards KBOND. KBOND tosses Shane into the air and catches him in a Samoan----Prince Darko
has the mic in his hand.

PRINCE DARKO: I know you assholes at home think that this is a Samoan Drop that just has crushed this fuckin’ boy into the mat, but believe you me, it's
not. This bad boy is a Zamunda Drop, okay?

KBOND drags closer to the corner, KBOND stands on the bottom rope and delivers a leg drop that nearly extracts Shane's skeleton out of his skin.

PRINCE DARKO: KBOND finish these assholes, no more playing around!

Prince Darko and KBOND move Bill and Shane closer to the center ring, and stacks them together on top of each other. KBOND walks away from them, he looks
back at them, leaves the ring, stands on the apron, climbs. He looks down at them from the third rope.

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh. My. God. He's going to jump.

MURCIELAGO: He's going to destroy the ring.

KBOND. Leaps. Soars. Lands. Demolishes.

PRINCE DARKO: The Zamunda Crush! THE ZAMUNDA CRUSH! You bastards see that? I know you dick heads want to do it, I'll assist you all: "HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!" The Zamunda Crush is truly a force to be reckon with. That's a ruthless ass move, no remorse for the damn weak out here.

Darko gets down and gets closer to Shane and Bill, two people who are trapped under the large KBOND.

PRINCE DARKO: Look at you shit heads, fuckin' crushed, hence the name.

Darko finally shuts up and gets to his job.

ONE

TWO

THREE!

He gets up from the mat and brings KBOND to his feet, raises his arm in victory. Darko then notices the chair that was used to try to take KBOND, he tells
KBOND to smooth it out for him. KBOND begins to step on it to bring it back to normal, but he uses to much force. Darko shakes his head and goes outside
to fetch his own chair. He goes over to the bell keeper, "RAISE UP!"

Darko returns to the ring with a fresh chair, no dents, nothing. He places it down on the mat. Shane, who is still out, gets helped up to his feet. Darko
then drags him closer to the chair. Darko knees Shane in the stomach, then looks around, shakes his head...ZAMUNDA DRIVER ON THE CHAIR! Darko then picks
him up again...ZAMUNDA DRIVER AGAIN!

ROB MARTINEZ: Darko has never done two Zamunda Drivers back to back to anyone. And on a chair at that. My god.

PRINCE DARKO: Someone one please get the medics! This mother fuckers out. Escort this bad boy out on wheels like Sparx in 07, IMMEDIATELY! I BROKE THIS
PIECE OF SHIT'S NECK! It's the side effect from two ZD's on a chair, believe it.

EMT's rush out, taking away Shane Scarr, placing him on the stretcher and putting a brace around his neck. They waste no time taking him away, the crowd
goes silent at his exit.

Darko and KBOND make their exit to, leaving Bill Price laid out center ring, much like how Darko was last week.

ROB MARTINEZ: Darko and KBOND? What can this mean?

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Naval Attack
05/13/2008
Submission Steel Cage Match for the REBEL World Title: "The Murdercity Devil" Jake Phoenix vs "LDK" Lloyd Rees

The cage lowers as Jenny Jersey gets on the mic.

JENNY JERSEY: The following contest is your MAIN EVENT. This match is Steel Cage Submission match and it’s for the REBEL HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP OF THE
WORLD!

"When The Lights Go Out" and enters to a helluva ovation, Lloyd Rees. He smiles a bit, cracks his neck and stares at the steel cage. He grabs the chain
link fence and shakes it. It hardly gives at all. He enters the cage and the crowd silences down.

JENNY JERSEY: The challenger... he weighed in tonight at two hundred forty five pounds. He is fighting out of Wabana, Bell Island, Newfoundland. He is a
former two time NAPW World Champion. He is the East Coast Sensation, the LDK, the TECHNICAL TERROR... LLOYD REES!

ROB MARTINEZ: Four time Heritage champion. Television champion. Tag team champion and two time World champion.

MURCIELAGO: ALL IN NAPW! He ain’t done shit here but win a contenders cup and LOSE IT!

ROB MARTINEZ: His Crime stint in REBEL aside, Lloyd Rees was ranked number one out of ALL independent wrestlers in two thousand six.

MURCIELAGO: And it’s TWO THOUSAND EIGHT!

ROB MARTINEZ: Do you not respect him at all.

MURCIELAGO: I respect his abilities, but his accomplishments don’t mean shit here.. this is a whole different animal. Jake Phoenix tamed the animal, but
I don’t think Rees can.

Surprise! you're dead!
Ha ha! open your eyes

See the world as it used to be when you used to be in it
When you were alive and when you were in love
And when I took it from you!

And the steam roller named Jake Phoenix has entered the gym. He doesn’t recognize the fans. He stares at the cage. The structure that will hold him inside
a ring with a technical terror. He pats his World belt, and enters the ring. He gets up in Rees’ face very quickly, but Rees doesn’t back down and inch.
Jimmy Johnson separates them.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent. He weighed in at two hundred eighty nine pounds. He is fighting out of Fort Lauderdale, Florida. He is the current reigning
and defending REBEL HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE WORLD... THE MURDER CITY DEVIL... JAKE PHOENIX!

ROB MARTINEZ: He is six foot nine, two hundred ninety pounds, and has accomplished a lot in REBEL thus far. He beat Chad Kurtis, TWICE! Defended his belt
and ended a five month undefeated streak of Adam Davis. He beat an unorthodox Nick Everhardt last week. His fourth defense.. he is the UNDERDOG!

MURCIELAGO: Maybe in your score book, but not in mine. He is the champ, and Lloyd Rees must BEAT HIM!

Referee Jimmy Johnson stands inside the hellish steel structure. He doesn’t even hold the key, Dale McDonald, standing on the outside does. Jimmy calls
for the bell. Door padlocked and the two wrestlers gaze at the structure. The fans are standing up cheering just to be cheering. This is the biggest match
in the history of REBEL. An unstoppable champion versus the most Decorated Wrestler in NAPW history. The combine have both been Heritage champion, and
NAPW tag team champion. Rees a former NAPW World Champion, Phoenix the current REBEL World champ. And they go to the center of the ring and...

Phoenix with a quick headbutt and Rees is down. Rees is holding his left eye and Phoenix wastes absolutely ZERO time. He pounces on the downed Rees. Soup
Bones are landing heavy on the head of Rees as Phoenix mounts Rees MMA style. Rees is being hit relentlessly. Phoenix is unstop... wait. Rees slides down
and grabs the legs of Jake Phoenix. He gets Phoenix off balance and turns him over. Rees has Jake locked in the Boston Crab. Or is it a Newfy Crab? Jake
Phoenix is in the middle of the ring, but being six foot nine, means your never really that far from the ropes. Jake pushes up and uses all his leg power,
getting Rees in a bad position. Rees releases the hold and quickly turns his attention to the lower back of the REBEL World Champ. A few knee drops land.
Then a couple of East Coast Elbows. Jake is trying his best to get up. He does, but is quickly placed down with a back suplex.

ROB MARTINEZ: Back and forth the first minutes of action. Rees looking to weaken the back of Jake.

MURCIELAGO: Jake will nail him with some big time moves and pound his ass.

Rees goes to the legs of Phoenix now. Working them over with kicks. Rees watched last week, and knows how those same legs were stretched by Everhardt’s
Cloverleaf Three Thousand. Notwithstanding Phoenix up kicks Rees in the face, knocking him to the ground. Jake gets on his stomach and crawls over to Rees,
belting him with punches anywhere he can. He is trying to soften up any part of Rees that he can. The crowd isn’t really booing any guy. The crowd seems
to be cheering the match itself. No one is sitting. Jake tries to land another shot, but the wily Rees quickly moves and grabs the arm. FUJIWARA ARMBAR
APPLIED! Jake Phoenix is in a bad place, but gets the ropes quickly. Rees can hang on for as long as he wants, but chooses to let Jake go. He backs off
of Jake and shows a lot of class, letting Jake up.

MURCIELAGO: Stupid move right there, he should have never let him get up.

ROB MARTINEZ: It’s called good sportsmanship.

MURCIELAGO: It’s called being a retard.

Jake sees the jackal like Rees coming and throws a boot up, nailing Rees in the chest. Rees is knocked to one knee. Rees rises only to receive a Clothesline
from Murder City! Rees turns inside out, and Jake Phoenix picks up the downed Newfy. He picks him up and tosses him into the cage. Rees hits back first
and bounces back into Phoenix. Phoenix with a CHOKESLAM! A leg drop on Rees. Phoenix gets back up and boots Rees in the head several times. Lloyd Rees
tries grabbing the boot, but can’t get it. Jake finally tries a submission hold, putting a leg lace on Rees.

ROB MARTINEZ: A horrendous attempt at a leg submission, and Rees is out pretty quickly.

Rees takes the poorly executed move and escapes. Jake doesn’t realize that in two seconds Rees can place a man into the FIGURE FOUR LEGLOCK! WOOO is heard
throughout the gym and Jake is fledgling around. He finally tries to keep his cool and remember what has been taught. He starts to turn the move over,
and Rees can’t stop him. Phoenix reverses it, the pressure reversed now, and Rees is in a bunch of pain! Phoenix tries to hold onto the move, but it’s
a lot easier to escape than the full on figure four.

MURCIELAGO: The area got their nostalgia fed for the night.

ROB MARTINEZ: WOOO! I’m gonna miss that man!

Both men rise up, walking a bit gingerly. Rees tries to clip the knee of Phoenix, but Phoenix moves at the right moment. Rees receives soup bones all over
his face for his effort. Rees is covering up and Jake continues to lay into the arms, ribs anything exposed. Phoenix gets relaxed a second and BOOM, ankle
lock submission is applied a drop of a hat. Phoenix mule kicks the face of Rees, almost knocking his head off. Rees is bleeding from the eye and nose area.
Jake gets back on top of him laying in elbows, and Jimmy Johnson is looking for Rees to tap out. A submission hold isn’t actually needed to win, you can
pound and ground a guy until he taps. A normal guy would have tapped already. But ask anyone Rees has ever faced, and they will agree he is no NORMAL man.
MURCIELAGO: Jake is trying to beat a hole in the head of Rees.

ROB MARTINEZ: Sound strategy, trying to win anyway he can.

Jake is unrelenting with vicious shots. He picks up Rees and boots him in the bread basket... POWERBOMB! Jake goes for the cover, but is tapped on the shoulder.
He forgot the rules for a split second and went with instinct! Phoenix picks up Rees and rakes the face of the East Coast Sensation, all over the side
of the cage. Blood from the nose, from the eye and a bit from the forehead are leaking out. Not gushing mind you, but still coming out. Rees is laying
on the ground. He is being stalked by the six foot nine, two hundred eighty plus pound World Champ. Jake does a check tap with his boot, then bounces off
the ropes with a VICIOUS boot to the head. He goes backwards again, and another kick lands.. no, Rees moves! Jake jammed his leg into the mat. Rees tackles
the leg and wails on it.

ROB MARTINEZ: Rees is like a wild animal, feasting on the weakness of Jake.

MURCIELAGO: Yeah, and this match is anyone's pick right now.

Phoenix is placed in a simple leg lock. Rees is being grabbed by his hair and pulled backwards as Jake tries to club him in the head. Rees lets go of the
hold, only to drop kick Jake in the head. Jake is stunned.. Rees on the goes to the ropes.. SPRING BOARD CORKSCREW.. AKA THE FRESH WATER FLIP... ON THE
KNEE! Jake yells out in pain. That move took a lot out of Rees, as the burst of energy seems to be over. Rees lays on the ground watching Jake try to get
up. Jake is having a hard time standing. Rees gets up too, and is still bleeding a little, but most of it is drying. Rees shoots on Jake, who sprawls like
he is Randy Couture and nails Rees with a wicked elbow. Rees falls into the ropes. Jake goes for a big boot, but his plant leg gives out, and Rees is untouched.
Jake regains his footing, but Rees is behind him... DDT FROM THE GREEN!

ROB MARTINEZ: Might have been the end in a normal REBEL match but not in this one.

Jake is down but Rees isn’t all there from the repeated blows to the head. Rees lets around thirt seconds pass, before actually getting over to Jake. Rees
attempts to pick up Jake, but gets hit in the stomach. He Irish whips Rees into the corner. He follows him slowly, but gets to nail several big shots to
the ribs and chest. Rees is covering up his face, but the body is open. Rees pushes Jake off and Turns around. Jake goes to grab him, but Rees does a standing
switch, and glides behind Jake. Rees goes for a back suplex, a move he hit earlier, but Jake holds onto the ropes. He grabs Rees into a side headlock and
rides him down to the ground. Jake rests a few seconds then lets go, opting for some elbows to the top of Rees head. Then Jake applies a guillotine choke
on Rees!

MURCIELAGO: Very nice MMA move right there. Normal feds, the move is illegal, but not in REBEL, and especially not in this match.

ROB MARTINEZ: Rees needs to do something quick or it’ll be over.

Rees is fading fast, but in this match, no referee can stop it. No holding up the arms, no matter if Rees goes to sleep.. the match will not end. Phoenix
has it cinched tight and isn’t letting up. Rees, very sweaty finally slips his head out the hold. Rees is tired but not tired enough to lay some punches
to Phoenix’s head. Phoenix backs up but the cage is their. Rees has Jake’s head against the cage and starts doing short knees to the face. Jake finally
moves his head, and Rees nails cage. And this cage don’t give much. Rees backs out, grabbing his knee. Jake is woozy but up. Rees turns around and these
two look like Ultimate Fighters going for broke. A simple nod is exchanged and these two are ready to go at it once more. They go for a standard lock up,
Jake then going for a high knee.. but it’s the hurt knee. He lands a good shot, but is shaking it, trying to get some blood going. Rees drop kicks the
knee, and down goes Phoenix.

Rees comes behind Jake Phoenix, and CONCEPTION BAY... WAIT, ASS INTO REES’ STOMACH AND JUDO THROW!

ROB MARTINEZ: I thought it was ALL OVER!

MURCIELAGO: Steele’s training paid off in that regard.

Jake Phoenix avoided the Conception Bay Chinlock. Rees is down on the ground. Jake stumbles down, knee hurting him badly. Rees is getting up. He goes over
to the World Champ and grabs his legs. He has them laced, possible Lance Cove ....

GOGOPLATA!

JAKE PHOENIX JUST APPLIED THE GOGOPLATA.

He is trying to choke Rees into submission again.

Only the thing is, Jake used HIS BAD LEG as the one against the chin of Rees. Rees is banging on it hard. Jake has him locked fully in it though. This is
the MMA version at that! Rees is punching with all his might on that knee.

Rees is turning red.

Jake is screaming in pain.

PLEASE DON’T TAP is being chanted versus TAP! TAP! TAP! The crowd is split.

Rees isn’t banging anymore.

He is fading..

And Jake is getting lighter on the pressure...

and

LET’S GO!

Rees slumps down as Jake tries to straighten the knee.

But Rees goes with instinct and in a blink of an eye, as he gasps for air... he hooks the LANCE COVE LEG LOCK! A variant of the same move Nick Everhardt
had on Jake last week. He didn’t tap then. Rees wrenches with all he has.

Jake yells out in pain...

GODAMNIT!

AND

TAPS!

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of the match and THE NEW REBEL HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE WORLD... THE TECHNICAL TERROR, LLOYD REES!

MURCIELAGO: Man, I don’t like neither man personally.. but I gotta do this.

Murcielago stands on the commentators table. He starts clapping as does the thousand military personnel. The cage raises as Dale McDonald hands Jimmy Johnson
the REBEL World Title. He places it around Rees’ waist as Jake looks on in agony.

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American Anarchy 2008
06/03/2008
Three Way Dance for the REBEL World Title: "LDK" Lloyd Rees vs Stylin' Kyle Roberts vs Thomas Young

JENNY JERSEY: The following is a four way dance and it is for the World Heavyweight Championship! Introducing first...

"When The Lights Go Out" by The Black Keys blasts throughout the REBEL Arena as the crowd frantically cheers for the champion. Lloyd Rees steps out to the
entrance stage and cracks his neck. He looks at the crowd on the left, then at the crowd on the right before raising his championship high above his head.
The crowd continues with the deafening cheers as Rees makes his way down the entrance ramp.

JENNY JERSEY: Hailing from Wabana, Bell Island, Newfoundland. He weighs in at two hundred forty-seven pounds and is the World Heavyweight Champion..."LDK"
LLOYD REES!!!

Rees reaches the end of the ramp and again looks toward the crowd surrounding the ring with a smirk on his face. He makes his way to the ring steps and
enters the ring. He stands in the center of the ring and once again holds the championship high above his head to an approving reaction from the crowd.
His music fades as the cheers continue.

ROB MARTINEZ: What an ovation for our World Heavyweight Champion!

MURCIELAGO: I still don't see what all of the hype for LDK is. Yes, he's talented...yes, he's not only the REBEL World Heavyweight Champion but also the
NAPW World Heavyweight Champion. But regardless of his accomplishments, I've seen better!

ROB MARTINEZ: It really irritates you that he is holding both the REBEL and the NAPW World Heavyweight Championships, doesn't it?

MURCIELAGO: Shut up Rob.

"I Am The Man" by Philosopher Kings hits the arena as the crowd again erupts in cheers. Kyle Roberts steps out to the stage and hesitates as he looks towards
the ring. He makes his way down the entrance ramp, tagging the hands of several of the fans in the front row area.

JENNY JERSEY: Making his way to the ring...from Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan. He weighs in at two hundred fifty seven pounds...STYLIN' KYLE ROBERTS!!!

Roberts stops at the edge of the ring, again looking in at the champion. He slides in to the ring and gets back to his feet quickly. He looks over at Rees
before climbing the turnbuckle in the corner to raise his arms for the crowd. The crowd continues their cheers as Roberts hops down from the corner and
walks over toward Rees. His music dies out as he extends his hand to the champion, and the men shake hands.

ROB MARTINEZ: Like always, excellent sportsmanship from Kyle Roberts here tonight!

MURCIELAGO: Roberts needs to focus on winning the championship, not kissing the ass of the champion!

ROB MARTINEZ: Roberts is amazing inside that ring, Murc! You know that for a fact after what we saw between him and El Rey!

MURCIELAGO: How many times do I have to tell you...don't call me Murc!

"Screams Of The Undead" by Demon Hunter plays throughout the arena as the crowd continues their deafening cheers. Thomas Young steps out to the stage and
looks around at the unbelievable crowd in the REBEL Arena. He smirks as he makes his way down the entrance ramp, drawing in from the crowd's cheers.

JENNY JERSEY: On his way to the ring, from Hollywood, Florida. He weighs in at two hundred forty-five pounds...THOMAS YOUNG!!!

Young slides in under the bottom rope and abruptly gets back to his feet. He looks over at Rees, then at Roberts who are now standing in opposite corners.
Young climbs on to the middle rope in the center of the ring and leans over, again absorbing the crowd's cheers. He hops down and quickly turns towards
his opponents as the music fades out.

ROB MARTINEZ: Young is the wildcard in this match. We've seen him primarily as a tag team wrestler, but tonight, he'll be going for the highest prize in
the industry!

MURCIELAGO: This is a huge opportunity for Thomas Young, and he can thank Derrick Steele for this chance! Young is the only competitor in this match who
did not have to qualify to be in the match!

"Awake" by Godsmack blasts throughout the arena as the crowd's cheers have immediately changed to deafening boos. Kurt Castle steps out to the entrance
stage looking at the crowd in disgust.

JENNY JERSEY: On his way to the ring, from Rochester, New York. He weighs in at three hundred seven...

Before Jenny can finish announcing Kurt Castle, The Devastator is suddenly spun around by Blood at the entrance. Blood delivers a hard right and follows
with a second. Castle returns with hard shots of his own as the two begin to brawl with each other. Blood gets a body shot on Castle and slams his head
hard in to the stage wall where the entrance area is. Blood grabs Castle as he stumbles back and attempts a reverse STO, but Castle escapes with hard elbow
shots to the head.

ROB MARTINEZ: Blood and Castle are having a little match of their own it appears!

MURCIELAGO: Well, Blood made it very clear over the last couple of weeks that he would stop at nothing to get Castle in the ring, and it looks like he's
trying to send a message to The Devastator!

Castle buries a shoulder to the gut and rams Blood back first in to the wall. He grabs Blood and smashes him head first in to the wall. Castle grabs Blood
for an inverted DDT, but Blood lifts himself delivering a hard knee to Castle's head. He uses his strength to muscle Castle on to his shoulder and drives
him hard in to the wall. Blood drops Castle and falls to a knee trying to catch his breath.

MURCIELAGO: Someone needs to stop this fight so we can start our championship match!

Blood returns to his feet as Castle slowly gets up. The two men exchange hard shots once again, this time making their ways back through the entrance and
to the backstage area. Senior official looks down at Jenny confused as to what just happened. An official on the outside calls Jenny over to him.

ROB MARTINEZ: It looks like Jenny is getting things straightened out here.

JENNY JERSEY: This contest will now be a three way dance for the World Heavyweight Championship!

Jenny exits the ring as McDonald is handed the championship by Rees. He raises it high in to the air as the crowd cheers. McDonald hands the championship
to an official outside of the ring and calls for the opening bell.

ROB MARTINEZ: So we now have a three way dance! Apparently we ain’t waiting for Blood and Castle to get done fighting.

Roberts and Rees start things off with a collar and elbow tie up. Neither man is getting a clear advantage as they both struggle to force their opponent
to a neutral position. Young stands back in the corner watching as Rees floats behind with a rear waist lock. Rees floats over in to a side headlock and
quickly slings Roberts to the mat. Young approaches both men and Rees quickly releases Roberts and gets back to his feet. Young and Rees lock up and Young
takes the quick advantage with the go-behind as Roberts gets back to his feet. Young positions Rees for a Russian leg sweep, but before he can drop Rees
to the mat, Roberts hits both men with a reverse STO.

ROB MARTINEZ: What a move by Roberts!

MURCIELAGO: Rees and Young were both occupied, and Roberts took advantage!

Roberts hooks one of his legs around Rees' leg, and his other leg around Young's leg. Roberts falls forward attempting to grab both Rees and Young by the
heads for a crossface submission, but both Rees and Young deliver a back elbow. Roberts stumbles back as both of his opponents get up. Rees and Young with
a double lariat, and Roberts tumbles to the outside!

Young with a clothesline for Rees, but Rees ducks it. Young turns around and Rees lifts him in to the air...spinebuster! Rees sits Young up and applies
a rear chin lock.

ROB MARTINEZ: Rees with a submission hold here!

MURCIELAGO: Rees only is using this hold to wear Young down. He wants to isolate each of his opponents so he can systematically take them out of this match!
McDonald asks Young if he wants to give up, but Young refuses. Roberts slowly uses the apron to get back to his feet and slides back in to the ring. Roberts
takes a look at the submission and quickly grabs Rees from behind...POLAR-IZER! Both Young and Rees hold their heads in pain after the impact, and Roberts
quickly rolls Rees on to his back for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THR....NO!

Rees kicks out before the three count! Roberts picks up Young and slams him to the mat in the center of the ring. He grabs Rees, lifting him back to his
feet and slams him on top of Young. Roberts with a springboard off the middle rope...MOONSAULT! Roberts pulls Rees back to his feet and tosses him out
of the ring. He lifts Young up to his shoulders in position for the Moose Jaw Driver. Young struggles and falls in front of Roberts. He boots Roberts in
the gut...double underhook backbreaker! Young hooks the leg for a cover!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

ROB MARTINEZ: Roberts had the advantage on his side until Young hit that back breaker!

MURCIELAGO: Our champion just hasn't been able to do anything in this match really!

Young picks Roberts up and applies an inverted face lock. He lifts Roberts up...Young Cutter!

ROB MARTINEZ: Young just dropped Roberts throat first across the top rope, sending him to the outside!

Rees is back to his feet and slides back in to the ring. Young quickly grapples him with a collar and elbow before floating behind for a rear waist lock.
Rees connects with a set of back elbows and spins around for a reverse waist lock of his own. He attempts to lift Young, but Young blocks it. Young grabs
Rees' head and jumps up. Rees holds his balance as Young gets vertical in the air, and Rees is able to apply the inverted face lock. He drops Young back
down hard across his knee in to a back breaker! Rees holds the face lock as he lifts Young back to a standing position. Rees leaps in to the air...DDT
FROM THE GREEN! Roberts is back up on the outside and he climbs on to the apron. He swings at Rees but Rees blocks it. Rees applies a front face lock...WABANA
BUSTER...and Roberts is back in the ring!

MURCIELAGO: Now the champion is starting to mount an offense!

ROB MARTINEZ: Two amazing moves by LDK!

Rees sits Roberts up and applies the Conception Bay Chin lock! Roberts is obviously in pain as he struggles to stay in the match. Rees applies more pressure
as Roberts clinches his fists, trying his best to not tap! Young makes his way back to his feet and sees the submission. He sits next to Rees...ANACONDA
VICE! Rees is in pain, but he refuses to let go of Roberts!

MURCIELAGO: What the hell is this?!

ROB MARTINEZ: Unbelievable! LDK has the Conception Bay Chin lock applied to Roberts, and Young has caught LDK in the Vice!

Rees finally releases Roberts as the pain of the Anaconda Vice proves to be too much! Roberts slumps to the side as Rees struggles to try and break the
Vice! Rees grabs the rope with his free hand and begins to pull himself back to his feet. Upon reaching a standing position, Rees quickly rushes to the
corner, ramming Young back first in to the turnbuckles. Young releases the hold as Rees drops to his hands and knees. Roberts has made his way back to
his feet and runs towards Young, leaping off Rees' back, and he connects with a vicious lariat in the corner!

Young falls to the mat as Roberts eagerly awaits LDK to get back to his feet. As LDK stands still a little dazed, Roberts lifts him to his shoulder, positioning
him for the Emerald Fusion! Rees quickly grabs the top rope and Roberts tries to pull him away. Rees releases the top rope and uses his momentum to drop
back, locking in the Conception Bay Chin lock! Rees cranks back applying more pressure as Young slowly pulls himself back up using the ropes. Still dazed
he falls back to the mat and slides out of the ring. He makes his way to the the timekeeper and pushes him out of his chair. Young grabs the chair and
quickly returns to the ring.

MURCIELAGO: Young has the great equalizer in hand!

Young with a swing...CRACK! Rees instantly releases the hold after the contact with the chair to his skull. Roberts rolls to his hands and knees holding
his throat. Young smirks as he waits for Roberts to get up...THWACK! Roberts' skull oozes blood after the devastating shot from the steel chair. The blood
flows down Roberts' face as he grabs the ropes, pulling himself back to his feet. Young with another swing, but Roberts ducks under it! Roberts grabs Young
from behind...Russian legsweep...and the chair smacks Young in the face! Roberts stumbles and realizes that LDK has rolled to the floor outside and Young
is down in the center of the ring! Roberts repositions the chair on to Young's chest area. He springboards off the middle rope...MOONSAULT!

ROB MARTINEZ: Roberts has an excellent opportunity to capitalize here, but he needs to hurry and make the cover!

MURCIELAGO: He's hurt, Rob! He crashed hard on top of that chair!

Roberts slowly drags himself towards Young's lifeless corpse and barely drapes an arm across his chest.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE! NO!

Young barely rolls his shoulder, allowing him to continue in the match! Roberts looks baffled by the fact that Young was not eliminated! Roberts grabs both
of Young's legs as LDK slowly rolls back in to the ring...BEAR-TAMER! Young is screaming in pain as LDK rises back to his feet! LDK approaches Roberts
from behind and he applies a version of the Conception Bay Chin lock!

ROB MARTINEZ: This is the third time that LDK has locked on the Conception Bay Chin lock to Kyle Roberts!

MURCIELAGO: Roberts has to be close to tapping out!

Roberts releases Young and shows his amazing strength as he lifts LDK up to his shoulder! EMERALD FUSION! LDK's skull bounces off the mat as Roberts lands
hard on top of Young! All three men are down, and the referee is checking on them!

MURCIELAGO: What a move by Kyle Roberts! He shows the world just how strong he really is as he hits that Emerald Fusion on LDK from an unlikely position!
ROB MARTINEZ: He also dropped right on top of Young, and as a result, all three men appear to be down!

Roberts stirs as he drags himself towards LDK. Young begins to drag himself towards LDK as well, and both men drape an arm over LDK's body!

ONE!

TWO!

THR...KICKOUT!

LDK kicks out and Roberts slowly gets back to his feet. He picks up LDK as Young gets back up. Roberts with a front face lock...and he drops LDK midsection
first across the top rope! Roberts stumbles back and drops to one knee, exhausted and trying to catch his breath. Young runs at LDK...SHINING WIZARD...and
LDK flies off the apron area and crashes hard back first in to the commentator's table!

ROB MARTINEZ: MY GOD! LDK may be out! He just hit spine first against our table!

MURCIELAGO: Well, the champion has definately seen better days Rob!

Roberts is slow to get to his feet and backs in to Young. Young grabs him from behind in position for a back suplex...he lifts him up and flips him upside
down for the Shades Of Death 2.0, but Roberts is able to fall forward from it and he quickly lifts Young up to his shoulder in position for the Emerald
Fusion! Roberts takes a few steps forward, and he is standing above the chair in the center of the ring! Young struggles...and he falls behind! He grabs
Roberts...OMEGA DRIVER ON TO THE CHAIR! Roberts body twitches as Young slowly pulls himself over to make the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

ROB MARTINEZ: We need medical attention out here! Roberts is hurt, and he appears to be hurt badly!

MURCIELAGO: He had a nasty landing on that chair, Rob!

JENNY JERSEY: Kyle Roberts has been eliminated!

Medical staff rushes to the ring and Young drags himself to the corner. LDK uses the apron to pull himself up as the medical staff quickly checks on Roberts.
They get him on to the stretcher and apply a brace around his neck. The medical staff carefully take Roberts out of the ring and bring him towards the
back as LDK slides in to the ring. LDK gets to his feet but is met by Young who delivers a Urinagi! He quickly applies the Anaconda Vice! LDK struggles
in pain, refusing to give up!

ROB MARTINEZ: This is not good for the champion! He has taken a lot of abuse in this match, and he has to be close to tapping here!

MURCIELAGO: Tapping out may be the best thing for him, Rob! He doesn't want to risk injury! We've already seen Roberts having to be taken out of this match
on a stretcher!

McDonald checks on Rees again, but he still refuses to quit. LDK uses his power to roll over, forcing Young's shoulders to the mat!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

Young gets his shoulder up just after releasing the submission! Young with a lariat attempt, but LDK ducks it! Rees spins Young back towards him...boot
to the gut! Rees lifts Young up in position for the "Nish" J. Drop, but Young struggles and falls behind! Young with a devastating neckbreaker! Young picks
LDK up and positions him for the Shades Of Death 2.0! Young tries to lift LDK, but LDK blocks it! He muscles Young to the mat with a side headlock and
pulls forward to apply pressure!

Young is close to the ropes and is able to grab the middle rope, helping to pull himself back up! He delivers a forearm to the small of the back. Young
quickly lifts LDK up...SHADES OF DEATH 2.0! LDK quickly rolls out of the ring and falls to the floor after the impact! Young looks outside of the ring
in disbelief, but quickly rolls out after LDK. He picks LDK up and slides him back in to the ring. Young hesitates as he tries catching his breath. He
slowly makes his way on to the apron as LDK gets back to his feet. LDK rushes at Young but is met with a hard forearm to the jaw! LDK stumbles back for
a second, but quickly rushes in again, connecting with a forearm of his own! He grabs Young with a front face lock...WABANA BUSTER!

ROB MARTINEZ: LDK with the Wabana Buster, and this match could be over right here!

LDK climbs out to the apron and looks around at the sold out crowd. He leaps up to the top rope...Fresh Water Flip...but Young gets his knees up! LDK lays
on the mat in pain as Young crawls to the ropes. He uses the ropes to pull himself back up and makes his way over to LDK who is laying on his stomach in
pain. Young stands above LDK and applies a crossface chickenwing and sits down on LDK's back like a camel clutch!

MURCIELAGO: This is a new submission for me Rob! I've never seen anything like this before!

LDK is in obvious pain as the referee checks on him. He hooks his free arm around Young's leg and is able to get back to his feet. He rushes backwards,
drilling Young back first in to the corner. Young releases the hold and partially slumps over in the corner as the air was knocked out of him! LDK grabs
Young and sets him up in a powerbomb position. He lifts him up..."NISH" J. DROP IN TO THE CORNER! Young stumbles out of the corner...LDK with a belly to
belly overhead suplex! LDK slowly ascends the corner, climbing to the top turnbuckle. He dives off...flying eblow drop! LDK makes the cover, hooking the
leg!

ONE!

TWO!

THR...NO!

Young barely rolls the shoulder! LDK looks at Young unable to believe that he kicked out. LDK gets to his feet and lifts up Young, but Young buries a shoulder
to the gut! LDK hunches over in pain, turning away from Young. Young grabs him from behind...SHADES OF DEATH 2.0! LDK is down! Young falls to the mat in
pain and he tries desperately to pull himself over to LDK! He finally makes it, barely getting an arm on top of LDK!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

ROB MARTINEZ: MY GOD! It's over! Young has done it!

Young slowly returns to his feet and raises his arm in victory.

MURCIELAGO: I don't think that he got the three count Rob! It looked like LDK rolled the shoulder just before the McDonald made the three count!

Young makes his way to the ropes near the commentator's table and waits for an official to hand him the championship. McDonald leans out of the ring and
tries explaining the situation to the official on the outside. He turns to Young and tells him that LDK rolled the shoulder at the last second.

ROB MARTINEZ: You're right, Murc! LDK did roll the shoulder!

MURCIELAGO: Damn it, Rob! Again, don't call me Murc! You keep it up and the medical staff will be bringing that stretcher back down here!

Young falls to his knees realizing that he was so close to winning the championship but will have to continue with the match. Young stands back up as LDK
starts to get up. Young comes at LDK with a clothesline, but LDK ducks it! LDK waits for Young to turn around, and he lifts him for a spinebuster...but
Young reverses, planting LDK with a DDT on to the steel chair!

ROB MARTINEZ: LDK has been busted open! Young quickly makes the cover hooking the leg!

ONE!

TWO!

THR...NO!

LDK barely kicks out and Young appears to be frustrated. He picks up the chair and unfolds it, setting it in the middle of the ring. He picks up LDK and
whips him in to the ropes. Young catches LDK...Tilt-A-Whirl back first across the seat of the chair! Young again makes the quick cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THR...NO!

LDK rolls the shoulder at the last second! Young picks LDK back up and grabs him from behind in a back suplex position. He lifts Young up for the Shades
Of Death 2.0, right above the seat of the chair...but LDK counters it in to a northern lights suplex! LDK has the bridge for the pin!

ONE!

TWO!

THR...NO!

Young gets his shoulder up! LDK picks Young up and whips him in to the ropes....drop toe hold on to the seat of the chair, and blood gushes out of Young's
skull! LDK sees an opportunity and he picks Young back up. He grabs Young with a front face lock and lifts him for the Wabana Buster, but Young struggles
and falls behind! Young grabs LDK with the inverted face lock and lifts him, falling back with a Young Cutter...but LDK reverses it in to the Conception
Bay Chin lock!

ROB MARTINEZ: What an amazing match!

MURCIELAGO: Both of these men are going to be in extreme pain after this match!

The referee checks on Young to see if he wants to give up, but Young refuses! LDK applies more pressure and the blood continues to flow from Young's skull!
The referee checks on Young again who has both fists clinched, but Young still refuses to quit!

ROB MARTINEZ: Young has to tap here! He can't have much left!

MURCIELAGO: The desire to be champion can make a person do the stupidest things, Rob!

The referee checks on Young again, and again Young won't quit. His clinched fists start to lower towards the mat as the blood is now covering the side of
LDK's body. The referee asks Young again, but he receives no response.

ROB MARTINEZ: I think McDonald is going to call for the bell! Young is out!

McDonald signals for the bell when Young suddenly gains a second burst of momentum! The match continues, and Young uses his strength to pull LDK's legs
apart! Young forces himself to stand and delivers a hard right to LDK's head! LDK refuses to release the submission, and Young uses his power to lift LDK
in to the air on his shoulder!

ROB MARTINEZ: MY GOD! YOUNG IS ABOUT TO ESCAPE THE HOLD!

Young has LDK on his shoulder, and LDK quickly drives a knee to Young's kidney. Young falls back, and LDK is able to grapevine him once again! The referee
check on Young, and Young still refuses to give up the match!

MURCIELAGO: Thomas Young has been phenomenal in this match and it pains me so much to admit that!

The referee checks on Young who's arms are slowly falling to the mat. Young tells the referee that he's not giving up!

MURCIELAGO: Young is fading fast!

Young arms hit the mat, and the referee checks on him again, but receives no response. He taps on Young's arm, but Young is out! The referee calls for the
bell!

ROB MARTINEZ: LDK has done it! He has retained the World Heavyweight Championship!

JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner, and STILL World Heavyweight Champion..."LDK" LLOYD REES!!!

Rees releases the hold and tries to catch his breath as Dale McDonald hands him the championship. Young lays motionless in the center of the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: That has to be one of the best matches I have ever seen!

MURCIELAGO: All three participants gave it their all, but in the end, Lloyd Rees has proven to be too much! Derrick Steele, watch out...this man won't be
an easy one to beat!

Rees finally makes it to his feet and raises the championship in to the air as Young rolls on to his hands and knees. Rees reaches down and helps Young
back to his feet. He looks at Young with a smirk on his face and extends his hand. The two men shake, and LDK leaves the ring with the championship draped
across his shoulder. Young follows him to the back, his face still a crimson mask!

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American Anarchy 2008
06/03/2008
REBEL World Tag Team Titles: Black Underground Railroad vs Everhardt & Core

JENNY JERSEY: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the REBEL World Tag Team Championship!

The fans pop! There are competing chants of 'WIGGLE!', 'CORE!' and 'HARDT!'

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, the challengers, from Fort Lauderdale, Florida. He weighs in at one hundred and seventy five pounds. JOHN X CORE!

The fans pop, both for Core and for the match that is about to take place. They have eagerly been awaiting this one! "Blow Me Away" pumps through the speakers
as Core emerges from the curtain, waiting for his tag team partner, but acknowledging the cheering fans. He has his hair waxed up in a mohawk for this
match.

JENNY JERSEY: And his partner. From Houston, Texas. He weighs in at two hundred and twenty seven pounds. NICK EVERHARDT!

The fans pop even more as Nick Everhardt leaps from behind the curtain. He and John X Core make their way down the aisle, slapping a few hands on opposite
sides of the aisle, but looking full of determination. They slide into the ring as the music begins to die down.

"With A Little Help From My Friends" cues up.

JENNY JERSEY: And their opponents. They are at a total combined weight of four hundred and four pounds. They are the current reigning and defending REBEL
TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS OF THE WORLD! Mike “Assman” Trey, Stone Zellor... THE BLACK UNDERGROUND RAILROAD!

The fans pop even more, though there is still a sizeable contingent just unwilling to cheer a team that Stone Zellor is on. Assman gets a thunderous ovation
as he Wiggles his way to the ring, the belt around his waist. Zellor is walking more slowly, belt over his shoulder, glaring at Core, barely acknowledging
any of the fans, even the ones cheering for him.

ROB MARTINEZ: What a match-up this'll be! The team of Everhardt and Core were so dominant last month against the Nation of Innovation, they were thrown
right into a tag team title match! The decision wasn't popular with Natural Destruction and the Dark Market. They have a lot to prove tonight, but I think
they can do it!

MURCIELAGO: The titles are pretty much shit right now. They'd mean something if I held 'em--well, at least one half of the titles would mean something.
Assman and Everhardt are circling each other in the ring, sizing each other up. Both are talented technicians, trained to sense a move out of their opponent
before it even begins. They lock-up mid-ring. Battling for supremacy, each man trying to take the early advantage. Everhardt with a rear chinlock on Assman,
but Assman is able to get behind Everhardt and lift him for a back suplex. But Everhardt flips over and lands on his feet! Everhardt with an elbow to the
back of Assman's head. A fist. He goes for a waistlock on Assman, but Assman quickly reverses it. Assman trips one of Everhardt's legs out and lands on
top of him. Assman spins around, half nelson's Everhardt onto his back, and he applies a dragon sleeper. He's working it in, but Everhardt is slowly climbing
to his feet. Assman getting up with him, trying to cinch it in. Everhardt kicks up and over Assman! He lands behind him and applies a waistlock. He trips
Assman this time and lands on top of him, while holding onto his waist. Everhardt is pulling Assman back up, but not easily as Assman throws elbows back
at Everhardt, trying to break the waistlock. Everhardt gets him back up and goes for a release German suplex! But Assman lands on his feet! Assman with
a waistlock on Everhardt. Everhardt reverses it and goes for another German but Assman lands on his feet again! Everhardt turns around to meet a right
from Assman. He runs Everhardt into the ropes, Irish whips him... but Everhardt reverses! Assman off of the ropes... right into an Everplex!

ROB MARTINEZ: What a suplex!

Now Everhardt is going over to Assman, grabbing his legs... Texas Cloverleaf 3000! He has it locked in, angling back so that all of the pressure is on Assman's
neck. But Assman is using his arms to push himself up, forcing the pressure down onto his lower back, where it is easier to sustain. And Assman kicks back,
forcing Everhardt to release the hold. Everhardt runs back at Assman, but Assman pivots around and drop toe hold's Everhardt's right on to the rope! His
neck hits the rope and he flies backwards, landing on his shoulders then flipping over.

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh my God!

MURCIELAGO: Chill out. This is just the beginning of the match.

Assman goes over to Everhardt and picks him up. Everhardt is holding his neck in pain. Assman applies a side headlock to Everhardt, but Everhardt quickly
elbows out of it. They lock-up. Everhardt shoots forward with a double-leg takedown. He stands up, holding one of Assman's legs up, then drops an elbow
into Assman's knee, right into a kneelock. Assman is grinding his teeth in pain, trying to crawl towards the ropes. He can't get to the ropes... but he
can apply a nerve pinch to Everhardt, forcing him to release the kneelock. Assman swings his leg around and grabs Everhardt's head in a head scissors.
Assman wrenching his legs, trying to force the oxygen out of Everhardt's throat. Everhardt is kicking, but unable to get out. Finally he is able to kick
out and use his arms to push the legs off of him. Core has entered the ring now. He locks up with Assman as Everhardt is trying to get some oxygen back
in his lungs. And here comes Zellor! Low blow to Core as he is tied up with Assman. He keels over... right into an European uppercut from Assman! His head
bounces back... and Zellor grabs the back of it.. inverted DDT! And a cover!

MURCIELAGO: Now that's some good teaming right there! Zellor does have balls of steel. It might not be pretty. But, hell, it works. No denying that.

Before the referee's hand can hit the mat once, Everhardt has leapt off of the turnbuckle and dropped a senton onto Zellor! Assman grabs Core and throws
him out of the ring! But Everhardt has risen to his feet. He seizes the opportunity to clothesline Assman out of the ring! Assman lands on top of Core.
Now Zellor is charging Everhardt. Everhardt drops his head to back body drop Zellor, but Zellor sees it coming and kicks him in the head! And a dropkick
sends Everhardt to the outside. Everhardt, Core, and Assman are all slowly getting to their feet. Zellor jumps onto the top-rope... springboard dive! He
brings all three men down!

ROB MARTINEZ: He simply DOES NOT CARE about his body!

MURCIELAGO: Any wrestler who did wouldn't be in REBEL. Wait, that isn't true. We have a bunch of herbs. Nevermind.

Zellor first to his feet. Folds up a steel chair... he goes to use it on Everhardt but decides not to, instead dropping it and hitting Everhardt with a
discus clothesline, which sends him back down. He picks up the chair... brings it across Core's forehead! Zellor helps Assman to his feet. They pull a
table out from underneath the ring and begin setting it up. Assman picks up Everhardt and piledrives him! On the OUTSIDE! Assman puts Everhardt on the
table as Zellor climbs up the turnbuckle! Back senton splash through Everhardt on the table!

ROB MARTINEZ: Zellor seems to be showing Everhardt some respect... notice how he didn't use the chair on him when he could have?

MURCIELAGO: Notice how he just put the man through a table?

ROB MARTINEZ: Well, they ARE still wrestling each other. And for the straps!

The senton hurt Zellor too though. He is holding his lower back as Assman goes over to Core and starts to pick him up. But Core fires a fist into Assman's
gut! Another! Assman with an axehandle to Core's back which sends him back down to a knee. Assman begins to pull him up again, but Core responds with a
flurry of fists to Assman's midsection! Elbow to the side of Assman's face. Another. Core tries to whip Assman into the guard rail, but Assman reverses
and Core's back hits HARD! Core stumbles forward, right into a lariat by Assman! Assman is doing the Wiggle!

ROB MARTINEZ: The fans are going crazy for the Wiggle! They love Assman!

MURCIELAGO: Most of the fans are young men who are cheering while an older man dances for them. Does that strike you as a little (BLEEP) up?

Assman grabs Core's head. He is going to try to piledrive him like he did his tag team partner! He has him up. But Core is kicking his legs. Core gets back
to his feet, lifts Assman... big back body drop on the cement!

MURCIELAGO: Doesn't look as cool as going through a table, but shit hurts a whole lot more.

Here comes Zellor. He has the chair and he's going after Core! But Core spins around and superkicks the CHAIR into Zellor's FACE!

ROB MARTINEZ: OH MY GOD!

Assman slowly getting to his feet. Here comes Everhardt. Both Everhardt and Core grab Assman and pull him up to his feet. Everhardt with a spinning heel
kick to the face of Assman while Core hit him with a leg sweep aimed at his ankles! WHAT A MOVE!

ROB MARTINEZ: Some great tag team action tonight! Core and Everhardt really work well together!

Core and Everhardt are back to their feet. Core jumps off of the ring apron, Everhardt off of the guardrail... dual Asai MOONSAULTS onto Assman! They get
to their feet as Zellor climbs the turnbuckle. They turn around and see him but it's too late as he lands a cross body block on both of them! Zellor getting
to his feet, still wobbly from the superkick to the face and from the block. He waits for Core to stand, then hits him with a knee lift followed by a clothesline,
sending him back down. He goes for a knee lift on Everhardt, but Everhardt catches him! Everhardt has his arms locked behind Zellor's neck, forcing his
leg and head together. And he hits him with a SUPLEX onto the HARD FLOOR!

ROB MARTINEZ: Just an amazing reversal there by Everhardt! What an impact that man has made on REBEL thus far! Both him and his partner!

Assman is up to his feet, walking over towards Everhardt. Everhardt sees him coming and kicks him in gut... but Assman catches his leg! Everhardt goes for
an enziguri kick, but Assman ducks it! Assman grabs Everhardt's head and hits him with a snapmare driver on the floor!

MURCIELAGO: Well, that move right there may have ended Everhardt's short REBEL career. His name'll be forgotten.

Assman turns around to go for Core, but Core is already to his feet. In fact, Core is already perched on the guard rail! Moonsault to Assman! But Assman
catches him! Assman is going to give him a tombstone piledriver... but no! No! Core reverses in to a tombstone of his own! And he lands it!

MURCIELAGO: Smashing the other guy into something hard and unforgiving. Professional wrestling.

Core climbs back into the ring. He is soaking up the cheers of the fans, yelling at them, pumping them up, and in return himself. Zellor is the first one
stirring on the outside. He is staggering about, his eyes searching for the chair. He finds it and starts to climb into the ring but Core is bouncing against
the ropes, he goes for a baseball slide into the chair in to Zellor, but Zellor is able to get out of the way. Core gets nailed by the chair! He falls...but
Zellor catches him and throws him in the ring. Zellor is now climbing back in with the chair. Core is on all fours, trying to clear his head of the great
pain in his forehead... only to be distracted with pain in his back as Zellor brings the chair down across his back! Again! Zellor tosses the chair. He
picks up Core. He's going for the Scar!

MURCIELAGO: Little guy's gonna tap.

ROB MARTINEZ: That little guy has an ENORMOUS heart!

MURCIELAGO: You know what they say about guys with enormous hearts?

ROB MARTINEZ: What's that?

MURCIELAGO: Shut up.

He has it locked in! But Core trips out Zellor's legs! Core drops a fist into the crotch of Zellor! Payback time from earlier!

ROB MARTINEZ: Only fair!

Zellor is rolling around, but not as much as a normal man would. He begins to shake it off and stand... when Core meets him with a shining wizard! Now Core
has that chair and he is going up top with it. Top-rope leg-drop with the chair underneath him! Right across the HEAD of ZELLOR! Now Everhardt is getting
back into the ring, though he's holding his head. The teammates pick up Zellor. They are bringing him up to the top-rope! They are hooking the Spanish
Fly! THE SPANISH FLY! DOUBLE HARDT ATTACK!

MURCIELAGO: This move's pretty sick.

ROB MARTINEZ: This is the end of their third title reign! THE END!

But Zellor is fighting back! Elbows to Everhardt! Elbows to Core! Assman is getting back into the ring. Zellor pushes Core off of the turnbuckle... right
into the Ass-Cracker! THE ASS-CRACKER!

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh my God! As my daughter would say: O! M! G! O! M! G!

Assman is going for a cover! Everhardt and Zellor exchanging fists!

ONE!

Everhardt gets the advantage. He hooks Zellor.

TWO!

ROB MARTINEZ: OH MY GOD! HARDT ATTACK TO ZELLOR, THROWING HIM ON TOP OF TREY AND CORE! The cover is broken!

MURCIELAGO: I think these fans are chanting my name.

ROB MARTINEZ: No, Murc! They are chanting 'REBEL!' 'REBEL!' 'REBEL!' 'REBEL!'

Everhardt is the only one who is able to get to his feet, and even he is doing it slowly. He drags Zellor into the middle of the ring and goes for a cover!
ONE!

TWO!

Assman is able to get up and drop an elbow, preventing the pinfall!

Everhardt and Assman lock-up, Everhardt with the immediate advantage. He walks Assman into the corner and delivers a vicious slap into his chest! Another!
He whips him in to the opposite corner, but Assman bounces back and takes down a charging Everhardt with a clothesline! Core is standing now. He charges
Assman. Assman spins around and catches him with the Ass-assination! ASS-ASSINATION! A COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

MURCIELAGO: Goodnight, little man!

THR...NO!

NO! Core gets a foot on the ropes! Assman drags him back into the middle of the ring. Another cover!

ONE!

Everhardt is back to his feet.

Two!

Everhardt charges in to break up the pinfall, but Zellor meets him with a SPEAR!

THR...NO! NO! Core kicks out!

Assman picking up Core, while Zellor picks up Everhardt. They push their respective opponents into the corners, then whip them into each other! Everhardt
and Core bounce off of each other, only to meet simultaneous knee lifts and clotheslines from their opponents! Zellor is going to the outside. He takes
one table and puts it in the ring. He is about to hop back in but decides to retrieve a second table which he slides in too! Assman picks up Everhardt.
Regal Suplex into a cover!

ROB MARTINEZ: Assman wants to end this match without the use of tables if he can!

MURCIELAGO: Weakness.

ONE!

TWO!

THR...KICKOUT! KICKOUT!

Assman sighs, guess the tables will have to be used! Zellor leans a table up against a turnbuckle. He grabs Core and runs him into the opposite corner,
then whips him towards the TABLE! But Core reverses into a short-arm clothesline! Zellor ducks it, gets behind Core. Core reverses! He hoists Zellor up,
runs backwards... GERMAN INTO THE TABLE! Assman is going over towards Core , but Everhardt is up and meets him with a lock-up while Core makes a cover!
ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

NO!

NO!

Zellor kicks out somehow! Core is setting up that second table while Everhardt and Assman battle for the advantage in their lock-up. Core is putting Zellor
on the table!

ROB MARTINEZ: I can't even imagine what he's going to do to Zellor!

Everhardt with a side headlock. He is wrenching it in as Core goes up top! Assman reverses the headlock into a BIG back suplex! Core leaps off...

...

...

...but Assman is able to pull Zellor off of the table! CORE 630 SPLASHES THROUGH THE TABLE WITH NO ONE THERE TO BREAK HIS FALL!

Assman with a cover!

ONE!

TWO!

MURCIELAGO: Now he's done.

ROB MARTINEZ: But what an effort it was!

THREE...NO!

NO! Core kicks out! Assman can't believe it!

ROB MARTINEZ: I can't believe it!

MURCIELAGO: So, what? Kid's got heart, but that ain't enough.

Zellor is slow to his feet, walks over to Everhardt. He's going to put him in the Scar! He's got it in... NO! NO! Everhardt reverses into the Texas Cloverleaf
3000! What a REVERSAL!

ROB MARTINEZ: He's really leaning back, trying to win those titles!

Assman has Core up for an Ass-assination but he has to help out his fellow champion! He drops Core, runs off of the ropes and clotheslines Everhardt, breaking
the move. He goes back over to Core, pulls him up, but Core is fighting back! Elbow to the gut! Another! Core runs and bounces off of the ropes, charges
at Assman, Assman ducks a clothesline. Core off of the opposite ropes. Assman turns around to meet a dropkick to the face! Core gets on top of Assman..
he applies the Lockout! THE LOCKOUT!

ROB MARTINEZ: Core is as fast as lightning in that ring.

MURCIELAGO: I'm tempted to make some sort of Natural Destruction joke.

Zellor and Everhardt both to their feet. Everhardt ducks a clothesline, grabs Zellor... KOBASHI SPECIAL!

ROB MARTINEZ: He landed on his HEAD!

Now Everhardt is locking in the Cloverleaf 3000! Both men have the champs in PAINFUL submission moves!

ROB MARTINEZ: Unbelievable! This provides DOUBLE the CHANCE for a TAPOUT!

Assman is screaming and moving about frantically, trying to get out of the Lockout. Everhardt is cinching back, forcing Zellor's neck and head to twist
in an unnatural way. Will they tap out? Will just one of them tap out?

...

...

Zellor rolls through! Zellor rolls through! Now he's applying the Scar to Everhardt! THE SCAR!

Core gives Assman a few more seconds to tap, but then decides he better prevent his partner from tapping! He releases the hold, grabs the steel chair, bounces
off of the ropes and plants it across Zellor's forehead, sending him back! Everhardt takes advantage of the momentum and rolls through, holding Zellor's
legs!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE--NO! NO!

Core drops the chair and walks over to Assman. Again going for the Lockout, but Assman spins out of the way, grabs Core's ankle... ANKLE LOCK! Everhardt
slow getting to his feet. Zellor has rolled to safety outside of the ring. Everhardt becomes aware of Assman's ankle lock and runs over. He grabs Assman's
ankle! ANKLE LOCK TO ASSMAN at the same time he has one applied to JOHN X CORE! Core was fighting it, but he seems to be weakening. Zellor is going up
to the top-rope. Diving headbutt to Core! But Core happens to begin struggling again, crawling out of the way in just the nick of time!

ROB MARTINEZ: Two men in ankle locks! Only in REBEL Pro!

Zellor hit the mat hard. Core sees him and seizes the opportunity! He puts an ankle lock on ZELLOR!

ROB MARTINEZ: THREE!

Everhardt is the only one not in danger of submitting. Zellor is trying to drag all three men with him towards the rope so he can get it, but Everhardt
is fighting him from the other end.

MURCIELAGO: I liked it better when they were using chairs and fighting. This is ridiculous.

Zellor reaches the rope! The ref demands that Core lets go. He does. Core lunges forward and grabs the rope himself. Assman lets go. It's just Everhardt
with the lock on Assman!

MURCIELAGO: Looks like Britain's about to surrender to America once again.

Zellor stands, limping over to break it up, but Core meets him with a punch to the side of the face. Another. Zellor ducks a third blow and grabs the chair!
He swings it at Core, but Core ducks it! Core with a swift kick to Zellor's gut. He steals the chair from Zellor and brings it down across his forehead!
Zellor falls to the ground... but strikes back up with a low blow to Core! Core screams in pain, then brings the chair down with an ABSOLUTELY VICIOUS
SHOT to the HEAD! Zellor falls back, his eyes rolling back in to his head.

ROB MARTINEZ: THAT was SICK!

MURCIELAGO: Not bad. Not bad.

Assman finally reaches the rope! Everhardt gets up. Core comes over. They are dragging Assman to the top-rope! They are going for the Spanish Fly, the Double
Hardt Attack again!

ROB MARTINEZ: Now it's over! New champs!

But Zellor is getting to his feet. He's wobbly, but he'll prevent any pinfall. As they are about to execute the move, Core sees Zellor. And he abandons
ship! He leaps off of the turnbuckle... hurricanrana to Zellor, he grabs the ropes with his arms, sending both Zellor and himself over the top-rope! OH
MY GOD! Everhardt hits the solo HARDT ATTACK onto the CHAIR! John X Core is back to his feet... he's going up top! Another 630 Splash! This one hit the
target! Core with a cover!

ONE!

TWO!

Holy shit!

THREE!

New champs! New champs!

ROB MARTINEZ: John X Core and Nick Everhardt have done it! They've done it! They have proved to their critics, proved to everyone that doubted them, that
they are the REAL DEAL! For Everhardt, the third time was the charm. He lost to Massacre. He lost to Phoenix. But he just won the tag GOLD! His partner,
arguably the most resilient man on the REBEL Pro roster, has finally proven himself! No more lost title opportunities--he HAS a TITLE! What a MATCH!

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Queen City Chaos
06/10/2008
Three Way Iron Man Match for the Vacant Carolinas Title: Mikey Massacre vs Dio Muerte vs Manny X

JENNY JERSEY: The following contest is the FIRST EVER Triple Threat Forty Five Minute Ironman Match, and it is for the vacated REBEL CAROLINAS CHAMPIONSHIP!
Introducing first...

"All Right Now" by Free hits the arena as the crowd erupts in cheers. A bald Mikey Massacre pops out from behind the curtain and looks around at the adoring
fans. He walks towards the ring with determination in his eyes.

JENNY JERSEY: From Albuquerque, New Mexico! He weighs in at two hundred thirty-five pounds...MIKEY MASSACRE!!

Mikey makes it to the ring apron and slides in to the ring. His music fades as he looks towards the entrance for his competitors.

ROB MARTINEZ: Mikey looks ready for this match!

"Black Pus" by Devilhellipers rings throughout the arena as Dio Muerte steps out to the stage. The crowd erupts in boos, but Dio pays them no attention
as he makes his way down the aisle.

JENNY JERSEY: Approaching the ring. From Hollywood, California. He weighs in at two hundred twenty-eight pounds...DIO MUERTE!!

Dio reaches the ring apron and waits outside as his music fades out.

MURCIELAGO: Dio waits on the outside as Mikey looks on from the inside!

"Jerkoff" by Tool blasts in the arena as the crowd's boos continue. Manny steps out to the entrance wearing a pair of boxers and painted white! There is
a large black widow spider painted on his back as he smirks, listening to the crowd's reaction. He makes his way down the aisle as both Dio and Mikey look
on. Dio slides in to the ring and continues to look at Manny.

JENNY JERSEY: Making his way to the ring, hailing from Los Angeles, California. He weighs in at two hundred thirty-two pounds...MANNY X!!

Manny slides under the bottom rope and stares at Mikey with a smirk on his face. The music fades out as Dale McDonald holds all three men away from each
other before the opening bell.

ROB MARTINEZ: Here we go! We're going to have ourselves one hell of a match here!

Dale McDonald calls for the opening bell as the timer starts, and Mikey instantly rushes at Manny. He tackles him to the mat and begins laying in hard rights.
Manny tries to cover up and throws rights of his own until Dio tears Mikey off of Manny. He spins Mikey towards him and drills him with a hard right. Mikey
rebounds with a series of rights which Dio has troubles blocking. Dio is able to poke Mikey in the eye with his thumb as Manny gets back up. Manny grabs
Mikey from behind in an inverted fireman's carry...possibly looking for Gang Banging Since '94! Dio with a vicious shuffle sidekick, and Manny falls to
his knees as he drops Mikey off of his shoulders!

MURCIELAGO: We almost saw Manny get an early lead!

ROB MARTINEZ: Did you hear that thud after the impact from Dio's boot to Manny's skull?!

Dio grabs Manny in a front face lock as Mikey slowly gets back up. Dio with the flipover for the DDT...but Mikey catches him! Sitdown powerbomb by Mikey
as Manny hits the hangman's neckbreaker at the same time! Mikey gets back to his feet, but Manny instantly tackles him and starts laying in hard rights.
Mikey is able to block some of the shots, and Manny quickly improvises with a series of high impact headbutts. Manny sinks his teeth in to Mikey's forehead
as Dio makes it back to his feet. Mikey hits Manny with a throat thrust forcing Manny off of him. As Manny gets back to his feet, he stumbles around and
turns in to Dio he grabs him with a front face lock and drops him with a spike DDT.

ROB MARTINEZ: He damn near broke Manny's neck with that DDT!

MURCIELAGO: It wasn't really that impressive.

Dio attempts a clothesline on the rising Mikey, but Mikey ducks it! Mikey grabs Dio from behind...back suplex! Manny regains part of his composure and slides
out of the ring. He pushes the timekeeper aside and takes his chair. Manny slowly snakes his way back in to the ring as Mikey goes for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

BAM!

Manny with a nasty chairshot to Mikey's back! Mikey rolls off of Dio and slowly gets back to his feet. Manny smacks Mikey hard in the skull with a chair
and watches as Mikey begins to stumble! He cracks Mikey again in the skull, and Mikey falls to one knee! Manny grins as he prepares for a third shot, but
Mikey hits him with a hard uppercut between the legs! Manny leans over in pain as Mikey gets back to his feet! Mikey with a stiff kick to the chair...and
Manny is drilled right in the face!

Manny falls hard to the mat as Dio gets back to his feet. Dio grabs Mikey from behind and bulldogs him face first on to the chair! Dio looks down at the
carnage for a second before grabbing Mikey by the wrist. He drags Mikey over to the corner and leaves him in a sitting position. Dio grabs the chair and
wedges it between the ropes in the corner, resting it in from of Mikey's face. He looks back over and Manny and begins to walk to him. He lifts Manny back
up and drags him to the corner. He lifts Manny up, hanging him in the tree-of-woe in front of Mikey!

ROB MARTINEZ: This could get nasty!

MURCIELAGO: Well, I would guess that with this positioning...Dio is thinking of going coast to coast!

Dio climbs the far turnbuckle. He looks towards both of his adversaries and dives off the top! He nails Manny hard in the face with a dropkick, causing
double impact as the back of Manny's head cracks in to the chair, forcing the chair in to Mikey's face! Manny is slumped over, still hanging upside down.
Dio lifts Manny by his goatee and applies an inverted facelock. Dio falls forward with an inverted DDT ramming the back of Manny's skull in to the chair
again!

Manny falls to the mat and Dio quickly shoots the half to make a cover!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

Manny rolls the shoulder at the last second! Mikey forces the chair out of the corner and falls to the mat. He rolls out of the ring and checks under the
apron for a weapon as Dio picks up Manny. Dio whips Manny hard in to the corner and picks up the steel chair. Dio swings the chair at Manny, but Manny
catches it! The two men fight over the chair as Mikey slides back in to the ring, florescent bulb in hand! Manny pushes Dio off...and Mikey shatters the
bulb over Dio's head as Dio turns towards him! Dio falls to the mat as Manny tries to catch his breath. Mikey flies in at Manny with a hard knee lift in
to the chair, and Manny cracks himself in the face!

ROB MARTINEZ: Mikey really wants that championship back!

MURCIELAGO: I think he's more interested in beating the living hell out of Manny!

Manny drops the chair as he stumbles, and Mikey tackles him to the mat! Mikey uses a broken chuck of the bulb and scrapes at Manny's forehead with it! Mikey
takes the broken bulb and puts it in Manny's mouth. He applies a rear chinlock to Manny and tries forcing him to bite and shatter the bulb in his mouth!
Manny's struggles to keep from shattering the bulb! He grabs a hold of the chair in front of him and swings back, smashing Mikey right in the skull! Manny
slowly gets back to his feet as Dio is standing, waiting for him. Dio runs at Manny, and Manny tosses the chair at him. Dio catches it and Manny quickly
lifts the rushing man in to the air, dropping him face first in to the chair as it crashes in to the top turnbuckle! Dio stumbles back and Manny lifts
him on to his shoulders in an inverted fireman's carry position!

ROB MARTINEZ: He could be going for his Gang Banging Since '94!

MURCIELAGO: If he hits this, he probably will have the first fall in this match!

Mikey is back to his feet and quickly comes at Manny. Manny drops Dio over the top rope, but Dio lands on the apron! Manny ducks a clothesline from Mikey
and lifts him in position for Gang Banging Since '94! Manny tosses Mikey in the air...hard knee lift to the back of the skull! Mikey quickly rolls out
of the ring as Manny looks out at him in disbelief! Manny turns towards Dio as Dio springboards off the top rope...DIOMORTALIZER! Manny bounces back to
his feet from the impact, his eyes glassed over! He falls to his knees then falls flat on his face! Dio makes the quick cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

ROB MARTINEZ: What a move by Dio!

JENNY JERSEY: Dio Muerte has scored a pinfall! The score is one fall for Muerte, zero falls for Manny X, and zero falls for Massacre!

MURCIELAGO: Dio Muerte has the lead now as he has scored the first pinfall!

Muerte quickly grabs the chair and drills Mikey as he was starting to get back to his feet. Mikey falls back to the mat and Dio falls on him for the cover!
ONE!

TWO!

NO!

Manny is able to hit Dio with a double sledge before the three count! Manny violently pulls Muerte back to his feet and drills him hard in the jaw with
a vicious knee lift! Muerte stumbles back as Manny flies at him with a clothesline which sends Muerte crashing to the floor outside! Manny slides out of
the ring and approaches the coat which he wore to the ring. He reaches inside of his coat and pulls something out of the inside pocket.

ROB MARTINEZ: What is that? Are those...shirakins?!

MURCIELAGO: Ha! That's just great! This jackass has brought ninja stars with him to use as a weapon!

Manny slides back in to the ring and drills Mikey with a hard punt to the skull as Mikey was on all four trying to get back to his feet! He lifts Mikey
to a sitting position and holds out his right arm. Manny holds the three shirakins in between his fingers and quickly rakes the shirakins across the inside
of Mikey's arm! He holds out Mikey's other arm and rakes the shirakins across it! Manny drops Mikey back to the mat and begins raking his forehead with
the shirakins! Blood begins to pour out of Mikey's head and inner arms as Manny hovers over him with a sadistic smile!

ROB MARTINEZ: This is just wrong!

MURCIELAGO: He's grating Mikey's forehead like it was a block of cheese!

Manny drops the sharakins as Mikey lays on the mat in pain from his cuts. Manny slides back out of the ring and goes back to his coat. He pulls another
object and quickly slides back in to the ring. He lifts Mikey back to his feet and reveals the pizza cutter which he possesses! He holds the cutter high
in to the air as he holds Mikey in a standing position by the hair. Manny quickly moves the blade of the cutter against Mikey's throat!

ROB MARTINEZ: He can't do this! He can't be allowed to do this!

MURCIELAGO: Actually, I like this strategy. Most people's standpoint is to wear down your opponents when you're in a triple threat match! Manny looks like
he's just going to eliminate the x-factor by killing him, thus making it a one on one match!

ROB MARTINEZ: That's just sick!

Muerte slides back in to the ring and hits both Mikey and Manny with a low blow! Manny drops the cutter as both men fall to the mat. Dio crouches over Manny
as he lies on the mat, and he lifts Manny's head in to the air. He slams Manny's head back in to the mat and begins laying in hard elbows to the side of
the skull! Blood begins to spill out of Manny as it becomes noticed that there is barbed wire wrapped around Dio's elbow! Dio finally stops elbowing Manny
as a river of blood starts to form. Dio unwraps his arm and holds an end of the barbed wire in each hand. He places the barbed wire in Manny's mouth and
pulls back...a brutal version of a camel clutch! Blood starts to fall from Manny's mouth as both of the sides of his mouth have been cut open! He raises
his hand, looking ready to tap!

ROB MARTINEZ: Manny looks like he's ready to tap! Dio may go up by two falls!

Dio pulls back hard as Mikey has made it back to his feet and ascends to the top rope, steel chair in hand. Manny's hand starts coming down for the tap...THE
MASSACRE! Mikey rolls on the mat holding his gut as Dio has fallen off of Manny. Mikey sees his opportunity and quickly crawls to Dio to cover him!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

ROB MARTINEZ: Mikey has done it! He scores a fall after a vicious Massacre!

JENNY JERSEY: Mikey Massacre has scored a pinfall! Dio Muerte and Mikey Massacre are tied at one fall a piece! Manny X has zero falls!

Mikey gets back to his feet only to be met with a high knee from Manny sending him over the top rope! Dio slowly gets back to his feet and Manny grabs him
from behind...GANG BANGING SINCE '94! Manny falls on top of Dio for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

JENNY JERSEY: Manny X has scored a pinfall! All three participants are tied at one fall!

Manny quickly gets back to his feet and notices Mikey getting up on the outside. Manny springboards over for a dive, but Mikey sidesteps him and slams him
hard in to the guardrail! Mikey reaches under the apron and pulls out a garbage can. He awaits Manny to stand again...BAM! Mikey with a hard shot to Manny's
skull! Manny falls back, leaning against the guardrail. Mikey swings the can again, but before he can smash Manny's head with it, Manny delivers a stiff
boot between the legs! He grabs Mikey in a front face lock and delivers a cross legged fisherman's buster!

ROB MARTINEZ: What an impact!

Dio has rolled to the outside of the ring on the other side as Manny reaches under the apron. He pulls out a table and smiles as he slides it in. Manny
reaches back under and pulls out a second table! Dio has found a table of his own and he sets it up on the outside! Dio reaches back under...a second table!
Dio stacks the tables and slides back in to the ring. Manny flies at him for a clothesline, but Dio tosses him up in to the air...and Manny lands on his
feet on top of the double stacked tables! Manny dives off...SWANTON! Dio crashes to the mat as Manny catches him with his boot from the Swanton! Mikey
siides back in to the ring, ladder in hand! He waits for Manny to get back to his feet...CRACK! Right in to Manny's mouth! Mikey sets the ladder up and
picks up Manny. Manny with another low blow, and Mikey is down!

ROB MARTINEZ: Mikey is having some trouble mounting an offense here!

Manny slides back out of the ring and reaches under the apron. He pulls out a gas can! Manny goes to his coat once again, this time pulling out matches.
He walks back over to the double stacked tables and starts doucing the bottom one in gasoline! Manny lights a match, but it blows out. He lights a second,
and it blows out. Manny lights a third match, this time looking frustrated, and it keeps it's flame. He drops the match at the douced table and flames
instantly erupt. He smiles as he slides back in to the ring and picks up Dio. He pulls Dio out to the apron and places him on top of the second table!
Manny climbs back in to the ring with a smile still covering his face.

MURCIELAGO: this can't be good for Dio!

Manny ascends the ladder, constantly looking behind him to see that Dio is still on the table. As he approaches the top, Mikey is able to get to his feet.
Mikey quickly ascends the other end of the ladder but is met with a hard headbutt! Manny tries forcing Mikey off the ladder, but Mikey struggles to hold
his footing! Manny swings with a right, and Mikey blocks it! Mikey smashes Manny's face hard in to the top of the ladder! Mikey climbs to the top and pulls
Manny up with him. He lifts Manny high in to the air for a powerbomb...

MURCIELAGO: NO F***ING WAY!

ROB MARTINEZ: This is going to be brutal Murc!

Mikey falls forward crashing both himself and Manny on top of Dio! They crash hard through both tables and all three lay lifeless on the floor outside!
The crowd sits in shock as does every member of the ringside crew. Chunks of the burning table are sprawled out around all three men as members of the
medical staff rush out to help the three competitors!

ROB MARTINEZ: There's a good chance that this may be the end of the match! All three men are motionless on the outside of the floor. They are all covered
in blood and look to need immediate attention!

The staff members separate each trying to help one of the competitors. As Dio's upper body is lifted, he pushes away the staff members apparently not wanting
medical attention. He pulls himself to one knee, leaning over to spit up blood. He grabs a hold of the apron and slowly rolls back in the ring. He lays
on the ground trying to catch his breath. The medical staff helping Manny try to roll him on to a stretcher, but he snatches the neck brace from one of
the staff members and drills him in the head with it! He uses the neck brace to knock down all of the staff members trying to help him and he slowly gets
back to his feet. He stands on the outside, leaning his head against the apron as blood spills out of his mouth. The staff members get Mikey on to the
stretcher and wheel him up the entrance ramp.

MURCIELAGO: it looks like this match will be one on one!

Just before the stretcher reaches the curtain, Mikey rolls off. He falls to his hands and knees as the medical staff try to help him back up. He pushes
them off and pull himself up to a standing position! Mikey, holding his ribs, walks back to the ring. Manny looks under one side of the ring as Mikey looks
under another side. They both pull out steel chairs as Dio gets back to his feet. He notices both men have a chair in hand, and he quickly grabs the chair
still in the ring. Mikey and Manny slide back in to the ring and Manny quickly connects with a hard shot to Dio's skull! Dio stumbles back but follows
through with a hard shot of his own, dropping Manny to one knee. Dio drills Mikey hard in the skull with his chair, but Mikey retaliates with a hard chair
shot of his own! Dio stumbles back as Mikey drills Manny in the head with the chair. Manny looks ready to fall to the mat, but instead manages to pull
himself back up to his feet! Mikey swings his chair again, but Manny ducks it! Manny cracks Mikey hard in the head with his chair! Mikey spins around and
stumbles backwards in to Manny...GANG BANGING SINCE '94! Manny makes the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

JENNY JERSEY: Manny X has scored a pinfall! The score is now Manny X with two falls, Dio Muerte and Mikey Massacre with one fall a piece! Manny X has the
lead!

ROB MARTINEZ: Manny has the lead!

Manny gets back to his feet and is met with a vicious lariat from Dio sending him over the top rope! Dio picks up Mikey and grabs him with a front face
lock! He attempts to flip over Mikey, but Mikey blocks it! Northern lights suplex with a bridge! Mikey has the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

DIO BRIDGE BACK UP! Dio spins Mikey back around in to the front facelock! Mikey lifts Dio up and rushes at the corner, smashing Dio back first in to the
turnbuckles! Mikey tries to pull away, but Dio won't let go of the front facelock! He uses his free hand to pull himself up to the middle turnbuckle...DIOMORTALIZER!
Mikey bounce back to a standing position and instantly falls back first against the mat! Dio makes the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

JENNY JERSEY: Dio Muerte has scored a second fall! The score is now Manny X and Dio Muerte tied at two falls, and Mikey Massacre at one fall!

ROB MARTINEZ: Diomortalizer out of no where! What a move by Dio!

Manny slides back in to the ring, this time holding a red hot cattle prod! A torch lays on the floor outside as Manny waits for Dio to get back up. He swings
the prod like a bat and cracks Dio hard in the skull with it! Blood drips off of the side of the cattle prod as Manny looks around at the blood soaked
mat. He quickly thrusts the cattle prod in to Mikey's back, leaving a giant burn mark on his back! Mikey steps on Mikey's right wrist and thrusts the prod
in to the back of Mikey's hand! Mikey screams in pain as Manny applies more pressure! He smiles as he tosses the prod to the side. McDonald quickly picks
it up and hands it to an official on the outside. Manny quickly stomps on Mikey's burnt hand and rolls him over for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

Mikey is able to kick out! Manny notices Dio getting up and quickly tosses him out of the ring. Manny climbs out of the ring on the opposite side. He finds
himself a steel chair wrapped in barbed wire. He slides back in to the ring and places it on top of Mikey. Manny climbs to the top rope and dives off with
a splash, but Mikey is able to thrust the chair in to the air, and Manny smashes in to it face first! He stumbles back and slumps in to the corner as Mikey
slowly gets back to his feet. He looks down at the chair, then back at Manny. He lifts Manny to the top rope and quickly follows him up...REBELYELL ON
TO THE CHAIR! Mikey floats in to the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

ROB MARTINEZ: Mikey has scored another fall!

JENNY JERSEY: Mikey Massacre has scored a pinfall! The score in now a three way tie at two falls apiece!

ROB MARTINEZ: We're coming down to the last couple of minutes in this match, and we have ourselves a tie!

MURCIELAGO: You're an idiot! Jenny just told everyone that! They didn't need to hear it from you!

Dio has found his way to the outside of the ring and he finds himself another table under the ring. He slides the table back in and quickly follows. Dio
sets up the table as Mikey is using the ropes to get back to his feet. He rushes at Dio, but Dio lifts him, dropping him throat first against the top rope!
Dio picks Manny up and lays him down on top of the table! Dio climbs to the top rope, but Mikey quickly makes his way to the corner and drills Dio with
a jumping enziguri! Mikey climbs the ropes and grabs Dio for a superplex, but Dio blocks it! Dio with a hard shot to the gut. He grabs Mikey with a front
face lock as Manny has rolled off the table...DIOMORTALIZER THROUGH THE TABLE!

ROB MARTINEZ: MIKEY IS OUT! Dio better hurry up though, the clock is below thirty seconds!

MURCIELAGO: Dio desperately needs to make the cover, as it looks like Manny is getting back to his feet!

Dio stands after the devastating move and stumbles as he looks down at Mikey. Before he can drop down for the cover, Manny grabs him from behind, lifting
him up in to an inverted fireman's carry! GANG BANGING SINCE '94!

ROB MARTINEZ: FIVE! FOUR...

Manny quickly makes the cover on Dio!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING! DING! DING!

ROB MARTINEZ: It's over! Manny X has done the unthinkable, scoring one final fall before the finishing bell!

MURCIELAGO: Three men covered in blood, but Manny X will walk out as the new REBEL Carolinas Champion!

JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner, and the NEW REBEL CAROLINAS CHAMPION....MANNY X!!!

Paramedics are working on all three men. The fans are chanting REBEL! REBEL! REBEL!

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REBEL Underground
06/21/2008
REBEL World Title: "LDK" Lloyd Rees vs "Diamond" Derrick Steele

JENNY JERSEY: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the REBEL WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!!

"You Think I Ain't Worth A Dollar, But I Feel Like A Millionaire" by Queens Of The Stone Age erupts throughout the Steele Dojo as the crowd erupts in deafening
cheers. Derrick Steele steps out to the view of the crowd and begins to make his way to the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first...the challenger! From Reno, Nevada! He weighs in at two hundred twenty-one pounds..."DIAMOND" DERRICK STEELE!!

Steele makes his way up the steps and enters the ring. His music can't even be heard as a result of the cheers. Lloyd Rees steps in to the crowd's view,
and the cheers continue, but not as heavy. "When The Lights Go Out" by The Black Keys can be heard as LDK starts his walk to the ring, a championship draped
across each shoulder.

JENNY JERSEY: Approaching the ring from Bell Island, Newfoundland! He weighs in at two hundred forty-seven pounds and is the current REBEL World Heavyweight
Champion..."LDK" LLOYD REES!!

Rees enters the ring and raises both belts in to the air for the crowd. They continues to cheer as LDK's music fades out. LDK hands the REBEL World Heavyweight
Championship to Dale McDonald and makes his way over to the side of the ring. He hands his NAPW World Heavyweight Championship to an official on the outside
and makes his way back to the center of the ring. McDonald holds the belt high in to the air for the electric crowd to see. He hands the championship to
an official on the outside as Steele and LDK shake hands. McDonald calls for the bell.

LDK and Steele circle each other, both looking for an opening. They finally start with a collar and elbow tieup. Both men struggle for the advantage, and
LDK is finally able to show his power as he begins to push Steele back. Steele plants his foot and is able to pivot behind LDK, allowing him to apply a
rear waist lock. He attempts to lift LDK, but LDK blocks it. LDK thrusts his elbow back, and he catches Steele in the side of the head with it. He throws
back another elbow...and he connects again. Steele is a little dazed, and LDK is able to quickly float behind. He applies a rear waist lock of his own.
Steele blocks an attempt from LDK at lifting him up. Steele grabs LDK's head and applies a headlock, forcing Steele to let go of the rear waist lock.

LDK tries lifting Steele, but Steele blocks it. LDK pushes him off, forcing him in to the ropes. LDK falls to the mat as Steele hops over him and hits the
opposite ropes. LDK waits for Steele and attempts a monkey flip, but Steele holds his balance as LDK falls to the mat. Steele grabs both legs and tries
forcing LDK over for a boston crab, but LDK holds Steele's ankles. Steele flips forward for a jacknife pin!

ONE!

TWO!

And LDK begins to bridge up off of the mat! He wraps his arms around Steele's waist and flips him over. He spins him again to hook both of Steele's arms
and falls forward for a backslide pin!

ONE!

TWO!

Steele rolls through and quickly grabs LDK's arm! He twists the arm around his own leg and quickly rolls forward for a quick rollup!

ONE!

TWO!

LDK kicks out and gets to his feet. Steele returns to his feet and closes in on LDK. LDK grabs Steele with an inside cradle!

ONE!

TWO!

Steele kicks out! The fans erupt in admiration for both men. Both men get back to their feet with grins on their faces. They look around at the pumped up
crowd and tag each others hands in respect. They lock up again, and this time LDK is able to force Steele back to the corner. He releases the tieup but
instantly strikes with a knife edge chop. The sound echoes throughout the arena as Steele holds his chest in pain, partially hunched over. LDK lifts him
back up and hits another echoing knife edge chop. Steele again hunches over in pain! LDK returns him to the vertical position and swings his had for a
third chop, but Steele catches him by the wrist! Steele grabs LDK and quickly spins LDK back first in to the corner! Steele hits a hard knife edge chop,
and this time LDK is hunched over in pain! Steele lifts LDK back up and hits him with a second, which erupts like thunder in the arena. LDK lowers again
as his chest is beginning to turn red. Steele grabs him by the arm and whips him to the opposite corner.

Steele rushes in for a giant splash, but LDK steps out of the corner and catches Steele in mid air! Steele struggles as he hangs over LDK's shoulder, and
he is finally able to pull LDK over for a sunset flip!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

LDK kicks out! Both men quickly return to their feet. Steele comes at LDK for a lariat, but LDK ducks it and hits a vicious neckbreaker on Steele! LDK picks
Steele up and plants him with a russian leg sweep! He quickly applies a headlock on to Steele while he's still on the mat. McDonald asks Steele if he wants
to submit, but Steele refuses. He slowly uses his power to rise back to his feet. He pushes LDK off of him, and LDK hits the far ropes. Steele is able
to catch LDK with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker on the return! Before LDK's body can slump off of Steele's knee, Steele places a hand on the chest and a hand
on the leg of LDK, pushing down to apply pressure. The referee checks on LDK, but LDK continues to fight to get out of the submission! He throws his knee
up and nails Steele in the side of the head! Steele shakes off the pain from the hit and applies more pressure. LDK swings his knee up once again, and
again he connects. Steele releases the hold, and like a viper LDK quickly strikes as he grabs Steele in a front face lock! He wraps his legs around Steele,
applying pressure to an inverted Conception Bay Chinlock!

Steele is on all fours as the referee checks on him. Steele waves the referee off as he uses his power to get back to his feet, LDK still wrapped around
him. He rushes hard towards the corner and smashes LDK back first in to the turnbuckle! He lifts LDK to a sitting position on the top rope. He climbs up
the corner and hooks LDK for a superplex, but LDK connects with a hard shot to the ribs! LDK pushes Steele off and tries to hold his balance as he rises
to his feet on the top rope! Steele springs back to his feet and all the way back to the top rope. He catches LDK off guard as he lifts LDK for the superplex!
As they fall to the mat, LDK is able to shift his weight and execute a cross body! Before McDonald can even get down to make the count, Steele rolls through
still holding LDK! He gets back to his feet with LDK in a powerslam position. Steele lifts LDK up to his shoulders, but LDK struggles and falls behind!
LDK quickly grabs Steele and drops him with a sidewalk slam!

LDK follows up with a legdrop right across Steele's neck! LDK leaps to the top rope. He springboards off with a corkscrew moonsault. Steele gets his boot
up but LDK lands on his feet and catches Steele's leg! He twists Steele's leg around to apply a figure four leg lock, but before he can sit down, Steele
uses his leg strength to drop LDK forward to the mat! Steele applies an ankle lock! LDK lifts himself and rolls forward, trying to force Steele to relinquish
the hold! Steele holds his balance as LDK is on his back, and Steele quickly falls back still holding LDK's leg for a pin!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

LDK forces Steele off of him and he quickly gets back to his feet! LDK and Steele lock up again, and LDK floats behind to apply a hammerlock. Steele struggles
and LDK quickly twists Steele's arm, forcing him to hunch over. LDK positions Steele...abdominal stretch! He wrenches back applying more pressure, and
McDonald checks on Steele! Steele is struggling, but he refuses to give in! The crowd chants for Steele which gives him a little more momentum! He is able
to get his leg free, and he forces LDK to the mat with a hip toss! Steele quickly applies a standing armbar. McDonald checks on LDK, but the champion isn't
ready to quit. He struggles to make it back to his feet, still having his arm wrenched back. Steele grabs LDK and hits him with a russian leg sweep, sending
LDK back to the mat!

Steele makes his way to the corner, finally showing the wear that the match has put on him. He ascends to the top rope and waits as LDK slowly gets back
up...STEELE TOWER!! LDK's face smashes in to the mat! Steele shoots the half to flip LDK on to his back for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THR...NO!

LDK is barely able to kick out! Steele lifts LDK back to his feet, but LDK is able to connect with a boot to the gut! He applies a front face lock and lifts
Steele high in to the air...WABANA BUSTER! LDK makes the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

Steele kicks out, and a slight look of frustration comes over LDK! LDK picks up Steele and sets him up in a powerbomb position..."NISH" J. DROP!! LDK rolls
out of the pin and gets back to his feet. He looks down at a lifeless Steele and walks over to make the cover. Just before he makes the cover, he hesitates.
He looks down at Steele, then he looks at the corner. LDK makes up his mind and begins to ascend the ropes. He looks down at Steele...LDK with the Blue
Moon!! He falls backwards off of Steele holding his already worn ribs! He waits as he catches his breath and finally makes his way over for the cover!
ONE!

TWO!

THR...NO!

Steele kicks out of his own signature move! LDK is stunned! A look of disbelief covers his face as his adversary is somehow able to stay in the match! He
picks Steele up and applies an inverted face lock. LDK jumps in to the air for the DDT From The Green, but Steele is able to use the momentum to flip LDK
forward...dragon sleeper by Steele! Steele grapevines the body...CONCEPTION BAY CHINLOCK! LDK is trying to fight free from his own signature submission,
but Steele applies more pressure! McDonald checks on LDK, but he's not willing to tap to his own move, even if he is in extreme pain! LDK flips over on
to all fours and slowly makes his way back to his feet. He falls backwards slamming Steele hard to the mat, forcing Steele to relinquish the hold!

LDK is slow to get up as he tries to catch his breath. He pulls Steele back to his feet, but Steele is able to plant him with a devastating snap DDT! Both
men are down and the referee quickly checks to make sure both men are alright. The crowd continues their non-stop cheers as Steele drags himself to the
ropes. He uses the ropes to pull himself back up. Steele picks LDK back up and he delivers a high impact brainbuster! Steele looks to the corner as he
recognizes his opening. He pulls himself to the top rope...BLUE MOON...but he lands on his feet as LDK attempts to roll out of the way! LDK gets to his
feet, and he's met with a dropkick sending him hard in to the corner! Steele snapmares LDK out of the corner. He plants his knee in to the center of LDK's
back and pulls on the arms to apply pressure!

Before the referee can even check on LDK, he is already getting back to his feet. LDK uses his strength to spin the move around, allowing him to be behind
Steele. He underhooks Steele's arms...tiger suplex with a bridge!

ONE!

TWO!

THR...KICKOUT!

Steele kicks out again! LDK waits for Steele to get up and he rushes at him with a clothesline! Steele ducks and quickly applies a full nelson! He drops
forward smashing LDK hard face first in to the mat. Steele positions himself over top of LDK and pulls back on the full nelson, almost a version of a camel
clutch! The referee checks on LDK, but Steele himself won't let LDK submit as he starts pulling him back to his feet! Steele bridges back with a dragon
suplex!

ONE!

TWO!

THR...NO!

LDK with a kickout, and frustration is setting in for both men! Steele lifts LDK back up and hooks his leg. He attempts a fisherman's suplex but LDK blocks
it! LDK flings Steele over for a northern lights suplex, but Steele lands on his feet...neckbreaker! Steele gets back to his feet and falls with a quick
legdrop! Steele makes his way to the corner and climbs to the top rope. He waits for LDK to get back up...STEELE TOWER...but LDK catches him in a powerbomb
position! LDK drops Steele down with a powerbomb! LDK holds the wrists and pulls Steele back up...but Steele counters with a head scissors takedown sending
LDK chest first on the middle rope! Steele gets back to his feet and quickly climbs back to the top rope...he dives off with a hard legdrop across the
back of LDK's neck, and both men crash to the floor outside! Steele crawls towards the apron and uses it to pull himself back to his feet. He lifts LDK
back to his feet and rolls him back in to the ring. Steele hesitates as he catches his breath. He slides under the rope and back in to the ring, but as
he's sliding in, LDK quickly grabs him from behind and flips him over, locking in the Conception Bay Chinlock! Steele struggles to break the hold, but
LDK applies more pressure. The referee checks on Steele, but Steele can't give in! LDK yanks back further on the head, and the referee checks Steele as
his arm slowly falls to the mat!

Steele appears to be unconscious, and McDonald makes his way over towards the timekeeper and Jenny. Just before he can call for the bell, he notices Steele
clinching his fist. He turns his attention back to the competitors as Steele is able to break the grapevine. Steele flips over on all fours and slowly
makes it back to his feet with LDK draped across his shoulder. He makes his way to the corner and forces LDK in to the air! LDK comes crashing down face
first on to the top turnbuckle! LDK stumbles out, spinning back towards Steele! Steele lifts him in to the air again...flapjack! LDK rolls in pain as Steele
makes his way back up to the top rope...BLUE MOON!! Steele quickly rolls off of LDK holding his knee! He tries to pull himself back to LDK to make the
cover, and after a long struggle, he finally does!

ONE!

TWO!

THR...NO!

LDK gets his shoulder up just before the three count! Steele looks at McDonald in disbelief. He pulls LDK back to his feet, lifts him in the air from a
side waist lock and drops him across his good knee for a backbreaker! He lifts LDK back up and drops him with a second backbreaker! LDK rolls off of Steele's
knee but is quickly brought back to his feet by Steele. Steele lifts LDK to his shoulders...torture rack!! McDonald checks on LDK as LDK howls in pain.
LDK waves the referee off. Steele applies more pressure but the pain in his knee forces him to hesitate. LDK struggles, falling behind...backslide!

ONE!

TWO!

THR...NO!

Steele kicks out and LDK slowly gets to his feet, holding his ribs. Steele gets to his feet but is instantly grabbed by LDK...reverse STO! LDK picks Steele
up and lifts him high in to the air...kneebreaker! Steele falls to his stomach in pain and LDK quickly grabs ahold of the injured leg. He wraps his own
leg around it and falls back for a version of an indian death lock! Steele screams in obvious pain as LDK hooks his arm underneath the arm and neck of
Steele. He hooks his hands together around Steele and slowly leans back up to apply pressure! Steele appears to be ready to tap, but instead of dropping
his hand to the mat, he clinches his fist! LDK lowers back to the mat for a second before once again leaning forward to add pressure. McDonald checks on
Steele, but Steele still refuses to tap.! LDK lowers himself again and releases the hold. Steele tries to catch his breath as LDK once again wraps his
leg around Steele's bad leg. He falls back again to hyperextend the knee. Steele clinches both fists as LDK returns to his feet only to fall back once
again! LDK quickly shoots the half to make the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

Steele is able to get his shoulder up before McDonald can count him out! LDK lifts Steele once again. Steele with a boot to the gut, and he lifts LDK for
a brainbuster...NO! LDK falls behind! Steele turns around, back body drop over the top rope...but Steele holds on and lands on the apron! LDK turns to
Steele and comes at him with a clothesline, but Steele buries his shoulder in to LDK's gut! LDK hunches over as Steele springboards...STEELE TOWER! LDK
looks to be out and Steele begins to ascend the ropes! LDK slowly gets to his feet and comes at Steele with a clubbing blow to the back forcing Steele
to a sit position on the top turnbuckle! LDK climbs up and grabs Steele in the inverted facelock! LDK tries falling backwards, but Steele holds the top
rope. LDK buries a fist to Steele's side...REVERSE SUPERPLEX!!

LDK quickly turns Steele over...CONCEPTION BAY LOCK IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING! Steele fights and struggles, but LDK has it cinched in! He pulls back applying
more pressure and Steele's hand is high in the air! McDonald watches on carefully to see the tap out, but Steele clinches his fist! The crowd erupts in
cheers for Steele, hoping to give him a second wind. Steele grabs LDK's legs and slowly seperates them, breaking the grapevine lock! He slowly begins to
pull himself to his feet with LDK draped across his shoulder. LDK struggles trying to pull Steele back down to the mat, but Steele is determined to break
the hold! LDK buries a knee to Steele's side, and Steele falls backwards in pain! LDK quickly locks the grapevine back on and the referee again checks
on Steele. Steele has both fists clinched. LDK yanks back harder and Steele's arms start to get wobbly. They slowly lower to the mat and McDonald watches
on, ready to call for the bell. Steele's arms hit the mat and McDonald turns to the officials on the outside. He glances back just before calling for the
bell to notice a twitch from Steele. He hesitates, and Steele's arms slowly move back off of the mat. Steele grabs ahold of both of LDK's legs and tries
prying them apart. LDK fights it, but the crowd has seemingly energized Steele one last time. Steele uses all of his power...and he's broken the grapevine!
He hooks his arms underneath LDK's legs...and he's trying to flip to his stomach! LDK fights it...Steele flips backwards over LDK holding his legs still
for a pin!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

LDK kicks and Steele stumbles backwards in to the ropes. Steele looks at McDonald to see if he had the three count...and McDonald calls for the bell! LDK
looks at McDonald in disbelief as McDonald reaches out to grab the championship belts!

JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner...and the NEW REBEL WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION..."DIAMOND" DERRICK STEELE!!

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Concrete Jungle
06/21/2008
Galactix upsets Manny X and wins Carolinas Title

Manny slides the table in to the ring and quickly follows behind. He sets the table up against the corner and makes his way back to Galactix. He picks Galactix
up and whips him to the table...but Galactix reverses the whip....drop toe hold, and Manny smacks his face right in to the table! Galactix slides out of
the ring and grabs a chair from under the apron. He slides back in and waits for Manny to slowly get to his feet...THWACK! Galactix with a devastating
chair shot to the skull! Manny crumples to the mat. He slowly gets back up as Galactix waits for him. Galactix swings...drop toe hold by Manny...and Galactix
crashes face first in to the chair and the table!

ROB MARTINEZ: I can't believe that that table hasn't broken yet!

Manny picks Galactix up and lifts him with the inverted fireman's carry...GANGBANGING SINCE '94!! Galactix falls to the mat and rolls out of the ring! Manny
can't believe it as he quickly rolls out after Galactix. He lifts Galactix up and rolls him back in to the ring. Manny rolls in after him and makes the
cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THR....NOO!!

Galactix gets his shoulder up just before the three count! He pulls the table out of the corner and sets it up. He grabs Galactix and places him on top
of the table. Manny delivers a few forearm shots to the skull before slowly making his way up the turnbuckles to the top rope! Galactix rolls off the table
as Manny tries to hold his balance on the ropes...and Galactix falls in to the ropes, crotching Manny! Galactix slowly climbs the ropes and grabs Manny
in a suplex position, but Manny hits him with a hard shot to the kidney...and another! Galactix is wobbling as Manny clocks him with a right to the face!
Galactix drops down from the ropes, and Manny smashes Galactix's face in to the top turnbuckle! Galactix stumbles back, leaning against the table. Manny
dives off the top for a cross body...but Galactix moves and Manny slides across the top of the table to the mat!

ROB MARTINEZ: Galactix with great ring awareness there!

REX CALIBER: Manny may have made a huge mistake there!

The crowd has really gotten behind Galactix as he picks Manny back up. Manny pokes Galactix in the eyes and instantly lifts him in the air...cross legged
brainbuster! Manny gets back to his feet and picks up the ladder. He sets the ladder up near the corner before picking Galactix back up. He smashes Galactix
face first in to the ladder...then lifts him in the inverted fireman's carry! Galactix is able to grab the ropes as Manny struggles to break Galactix's
grip! Manny tries to dump Galactix out of the ring, but Galactix lands on the apron! Manny rushes at him...Galactix with a shoulder to the gut! Manny stumbles
back as Galactix hits a springboard...missile dropkick! Manny is forcefully sent back first in to the edge of the table! He slumps over, only still standing
because he has his arm on the table to support him. Galactix gets back up and forces Manny on to the table. Manny tries to roll off as Galactix grabs the
steel chair...SMACK! Galactix with a bone shattering steel chair shot to Manny's skull! He places the chair on Manny's chest as he looks to the corner.
REX CALIBER: Galactix needs to hurry...he could put Manny away here!

ROB MARTINEZ: Come on, kid! This is your chance!

Galactix quickly makes his way to the corner and climbs to the top rope. He smiles as he climbs up the ladder which is set up near the corner! Galactix
on the top of the ladder...GALACTIX SPLASH THROUGH THE TABLE!! Both men appear to be out, but Galactix is on top of Manny!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!!

ROB MARTINEZ: OH MY GOD! GALACTIX HAS DONE IT!

Alan Stone calls for the bell as he helps Galactix back to his feet.

JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner, and the NEW REBEL CAROLINAS CHAMPION...GALACTIX!!

Galactix leans against the ropes to hold himself up as Stone grabs the championship from an official outside of the ring. He hands Galactix the championship
and raises his arm in the air. Galactix smiles as blood drips from his face. He looks at his newly won championship and at the carnage which rests in the
ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: What a victory for Galactix!

Galactix falls to the mat, championship in hand, and rolls out of the ring as Manny is slowly helped back up by Stone.

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JENNY JERSEY: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, with the winner to face Galactix for the REBEL Carolinas Championship!! Introducing first...
"Heratics & Killers" by Protest The Hero blasts in the arena as the crowd erupts in deafening cheers. Nick Everhardt steps out to the stage, playing on
the fans love for him. He stands at the entrance to view the crowd before making his way down the aisle, tagging the hands of some of the fans.

JENNY JERSEY:Hailing from Houston, Texas and weighing in at two hundred twenty seven pounds...NICK EVERHARDT!!

Everhardt reaches the apron and climbs in to the ring. He raises his arms in the air, much to the fans' delight. His music fades as he makes his way over
to his corner.

ROB MARTINEZ: Rex, I think we're in store for an epic match here. Chad Kurtis is a cornerstone to this federation, and Everhardt, he has been nothing short
of amazing over the past couple of months!

REX CALIBER: Looking at Nick Everhardt, you just get the feeling that he will be a future World Heavyweight Champion here in REBEL! His enthusiasm and endurance
lead him to some of the greatest matches a person can see!

They say I'm cocky...and I say "What?"
It ain't braggin' (BLEEP) if you can back it up!

"Cocky" by Kid Rock kicks throughout the arena as the crowds' excitement continues. The admiring fans cheer as "The Show" steps out to the entrance sporting
a custom Carolina Panthers number 21 jersey with his name on the back. He smiles as he poses for the crowd. Kurtis makes his way down the aisle, tagging
hands of his adoring fans.

JENNY JERSEY: Making his way to the ring, now fighting out of Durham, North Carolina! He weighs in at two hundred thirty pounds..."THE SHOW" CHAD KURTIS!!
Kurtis slides in to the ring and poses for the crowd one last time before his music fades out. He and Everhardt shake hands and return to their corners
as they wait for Dale McDonald to call for the opening bell.

ROB MARTINEZ: Nobody pulls in more of a reaction from our crowds than "The Show"! It doesn't matter where we are, the fans simply love him!

REX CALIBER: Why wouldn't they? He's one of the most skilled athletes I have ever seen. And the way he focuses in the ring is a work of art! He definately
is "The Show"!

McDonald calls for the opening bell. Everhardt and Kurtis circle each other, both looking for the right spot to start their offense. They lock up...collar
and elbow tie up. Both men try to take the advantage, but seem to be evenly matched. Everhardt with a quick go behind with a rear waist lock, but Kurtis
quickly floats behind with a rear waist lock of his own. Everhardt tries prying Kurtis' hands apart, reaching success as he spins towards Kurtis for another
collar and elbow. Everhardt with another go behind, and this time he applies a reverse hammerlock. Kurtis struggles to pull his arm free of Everhardt's
grip. He grabs Everhardt by the head...snapmare! Everhardt quickly returns to his feet and catches a boot from Kurtis. Kurtis with an enziguri, but Everhardt
ducks it! Everhardt still has ahold of Kurtis' leg, and Kurtis rolls through flipping Everhardt back first to the mat! Both men return to their feet with
smiles on their faces. Kurtis attempts another lock up, but Everhardt ducks under. Everhardt grabs Kurtis for the Everplex, but Kurtis blocks it! Kurtis
with a boot to the gut. He sets Everhardt up for the CK Finale! He flips over, but Everhardt stalls him in mid air! Kurtis struggles...and he rolls through
for a sunset flip!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Both men quickly return to their feet. Kurtis signals that he was "that close" to beating Nick Everhardt. The two men lock up again, and this time Everhardt
is able to use his power to force Kurtis in to the ropes. Everhardt applies a side headlock, but Kurtis quickly pushes him off. Everhardt hits the far
ropes and Kurtis leap frogs over him on the rebound. Everhardt hits the opposite ropes and is met with a hard knee to the gut when he returns to Kurtis!
Everhardt is hunched over, and Kurtis gets his leg across the back of Everhardt's neck, Everhardt rises forcing Kurtis to flip back landing on his feet...and
Everhardt decapitates him with a vicious clothesline! Everhardt grabs Kurtis' legs, looking for the Texas Cloverleaf 3000, but Kurtis blocks him at every
turn! Everhardt slingshots Kurtis in to the ropes, but Kurtis lands feet first on the middle rope...springboard dropkick as Everhardt returns to his feet!
Everhardt crashes to the mat and rolls to the outside! Kurtis waits as Everhardt slowly gets up on the outside. Kurtis hits the far ropes...full head of
steam...SUMMERSAULT PLANCHA OVER THE TOP ROPE ON TO EVERHARDT!

ROB MARTINEZ: These fans are on their feet as Kurtis shows us why he's called "The Show"!

REX CALIBER: That was an amazing show of athleticism by Kurtis, and these fans love it!

The fans cheers for Kurtis as he returns to his feet, drawing off of the fans cheers. He brings Everhardt back to his feet, but Everhardt counters with
a drop toe hold! Everhardt brings Kurtis in to a powerbomb position...double underhook...backbreaker! Everhardt falls back in to the guardrail, holding
it for support as the fans cheer for him as well. Everhardt climbs on top of the guardrail, using his hands for support. He waits for Kurtis to get back
up. Everhardt runs the rail...spear on Kurtis! Everhardt picks Kurtis back up. He applies the half nelson looking for the Kobashi Special, but Kurtis blocks
it! Snapmare by Kurtis! Kurtis climbs up to the apron, looking back at Everhardt who is returning to his feet. Kurtis leaps to the top rope...moonsault...in
to a DDT! Kurtis rolls Everhardt back in to the ring and quickly climbs back up to the apron. He hesitates, waiting for Everhardt to return to his feet.
Kurtis with a springboard...and Everhardt catches him for a snap powerslam! And he has the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

REX CALIBER: Kurtis showing his resiliency as he manages to kick out after that picture perfect snap powerslam!

Everhardt climbs up to the apron and start to ascend the ropes. As he reaches the top, he looks down to see Kurtis back to his feet. Kurtis rushes in and
leaps in to the air, using the ropes for support to crack Everhardt hard in the jaw with a knee lift! Everhardt falls to a sitting position and Kurtis
quickly joins Everhardt on the top rope. He lifts Everhardt in position...for the Hardt-Attack! Everhardt realizes his own move and delivers an elbow to
the side of the head...and a second! Everhardt holds the position and summersaults forward for an alternate version of the Hardt-Attack! Kurtis appears
to be out, but Everhardt is still feeling the effects from the knee lift. Everhardt finally crawls over to Kurtis for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THR...NO!

Kurtis barely kicks out in time! Everhardt brings Kurtis back in to the powerbomb position...double underhook again...backbreaker...NO! Kurtis with a headscissors
takeover upon the flip up! Everhardt is quick to get back up and rushes at Kurtis for a clothesline, but Kurtis ducks it...neckbreaker! Kurtis picks Everhardt
back up with a front face lock. He lifts Everhardt...sitdown front suplex! Kurtis climbs out to the apron as Everhardt rolls to his back. Kurtis with the
springboard...PRIMETIME SPLASH...but Everhardt gets the knees up! Kurtis holds his gut as he gets back up. Everhardt gets back to his feet and lifts Kurtis
with the reverse fireman's carry...Hardt-Breaker! Everhardt rolls Kurtis on to his stomach and applies a variation of an indian deathlock. He falls back
and wraps his arms around Kurtis' waist, squeezing him like a bear hug! He uses his strength to slightly elevate Kurtis during the submission, adding more
pressure to the back. McDonald checks on Kurtis, but Kurtis refuses to give in. Everhardt applies more pressure and McDonald checks on Kurtis again.

ROB MARTINEZ: What a submission by Everhardt! Kurtis has to find a way out of this move, or Everhardt will be meeting Galactix later tonight!

REX CALIBER: I've never seen a submission quite like this. But it just goes to show you how important this match is for both men!

Kurtis delivers stiff rights to Everhardt's skull until Everhardt finally releases the hold. Everhardt holds the side of his head as he brings Kurtis back
to his feet. He lifts kurtis up...backbreaker! Everhardt quickly makes the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

Kurtis rolls the shoulder at the last second! Everhardt returns to his feet. He brings Kurtis back to a standing position and whips him in to the corner.
Everhardt follows in...bonecrushing clothesline! Everhardt follows up with a shoulder to the gut...and a second...and a third! Everhardt backs off as Kurtis
stumbles out of the corner...EVERPLEX! Everhardt looks at Kurtis who is lifeless on the mat. He makes his way to the corner and climbs the turnbuckle.
Everhardt with a flying elbow drop...but Kurtis moves out of the way! Kurtis slowly returns to his feet, as does Everhardt. Everhardt turns to Kurtis...reverse
STO, and Everhardt is down! Kurtis hovers over Everhardt's body, lifting him in to a variation of a triangle choke hold! He places Everhardt's throat against
his shin as he traps his arm, pulling down on his head! McDonald checks on Everhardt who struggles to find a way out of the submission!

ROB MARTINEZ: Kurtis with a strategy we rarely see from him! It looks like he's using a form of a triangle choke submission to try and defeat Everhardt!
REX CALIBER: You're right, Rob. This isn't a normal thing we see from Kurtis. And the submission we saw earlier from Everhardt wasn't common either. But
both moves are smart. Everhardt's signature move, the Hardt-Attack focuses on the back, as did the submission he used earlier! Kurtis' signature move,
the CK Finale focuses on the head and neck, as does this submission!

Everhardt tosses a right at Kurtis...and a second! Kurtis is forced to loosen the grip, but instantly clasps his hands again, this time applying more pressure!
Everhardt struggles and finally clasps his own hands together. Everhardt with an adrenaline rush after the frantic chants from the crowd! He lifts Kurtis
in the air...POWERBOMB! And both men are down!

REX CALIBER: What a show of strength from Everhardt!

McDonald checks on both men, and Everhardt finally begins to stir. He crawls to the ropes and uses them to pull himself back up as a dazed Kurtis returns
to his feet. Everhardt with a hard right. And Kurtis returns with a right of his own! Right by Everhardt! Right by Kurtis! Everhardt swings again, but
Kurtis ducks it! Kurtis with a russian legsweep...but Everhardt blocks it! Everhardt with the Kobashi Special, but Kurtis lands on his feet! Everhardt
turns to Kurtis and is met with a boot to the gut...double arm DDT! Kurtis quickly shoots the half!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

Everhardt gets the shoulder up! Kurtis wastes no time as he steps out to the apron. He waits for Everhardt to get back up...springboard DDT...NO! Everhardt
counters with a sitdown spinebuster! Everhardt slowly returns to his feet and picks Kurtis back up. Everhardt with a boot to the gut followed by the double
underhook...Welcome To Houston Mother F*cker! And Everhardt holds Kurtis across the knee, pushing down on his body for added pressure! McDonald checks
on Kurtis, but Kurtis quickly fights back with a hard knee to the skull...and a second! Everhardt releases the hold as he backs off holding his jaw! Everhardt
stumbles as he turns back to Kurtis...impactful STO! Standing Shooting Star by Kurtis! Kurtis pulls Everhardt back to his feet and whips him hard in to
the corner. Kurtis follows in...spinwheel kick! Everhardt stumbles out...flapjack by Kurtis! Kurtis climbs to the top rope as Everhardt slowly gets back
up, still hunched over in pain. Kurtis with a diving legdrop on to the back of Everhardt's neck, driving Everhardt face first in to the mat! Kurtis makes
the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

ROB MARTINEZ: How in the hell are either of these two still kicking out?!

REX CALIBER: It has to be pure instinct, Rob! This has been a back and forth match since the beginning!

Kurtis brings Everhardt back to his feet and whips him in to the ropes. Everhardt from the rebound...and Kurtis catches him with a fallback facebuster across
the knees! Everhardt falls back holding his face, and falls out of the ring between the ropes! Kurtis looks to the outside at Everhardt. Everhardt uses
the announce table to get back to his feet as Kurtis hits the far ropes. Full rush towards Everhardt, and Kurtis leaps over the top rope for a dive...but
Everhardt moves out of the way and Kurtis crashes hard, chest first on the top of the announce table! Everhardt pulls Kurtis off of the table and applies
a front face lock. He lifts Kurtis up...front suplex back on to the announce table! Kurtis lays motionless as Everhardt climbs up to the apron. He runs
the apron and dives off at Kurtis...legdrop to the back of the neck, and Kurtis flips over falling violently to the floor!

ROB MARTINEZ: Kurtis had control of this match, but it looks like Everhardt is starting to make a comeback!

REX CALIBER: That was a vicious legdrop...one that Kurtis is going to have troubles recovering from!

Everhardt picks Kurtis up and rushes him back first in to the apron! He slides Kurtis in to the ring and quickly follows. Everhardt picks Kurtis back up
and lifts him in an inverted fireman's carry position! Everhardt forces Kurtis over for a version of a reverse Death Valley Driver! He rolls Kurtis on
to his back and makes the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

Kurtis somehow gets his shoulder up just before McDonald can make the three count! Everhardt can't believe it! He picks Kurtis back up and violently rams
him back first in to the corner! Everhardt lifts Kurtis up to the top turnbuckle and quickly follows. Kurtis with a right...and a second! Everhardt lands
back on the mat and Kurtis leaps off the top rope...headscissors takeover! Both men return to their feet. Everhardt rushes at Kurtis for a lariat, but
Kurtis ducks it! Kurtis rushes at Everhardt and catches him with a modified inverted bulldog! Both men quickly return to their feet. Kurtis runs at Everhardt
and ducks a clothesline attempt! He springboards off the far ropes...TORNADO DDT! Everhardt is down, and Kurtis wastes no time as he climbs out to the
apron! Kurtis with a springboard...PRIMETIME SPLASH! And Kurtis has the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THR...NO!

ROB MARTINEZ: How in the hell did Everhardt kick out of the Primetime Splash?!

REX CALIBER: I honestly don't know, Rob! I thought it was over! These two are giving us a match that we could have only dreamed of!

Kurtis can't believe that Everhardt kicked out, but he's quick to go back on the offensive. Kurtis picks Everhardt back up with a front face lock. Vertical
suplex by Kurtis! Kurtis makes his way to the corner, signifying that it's time for the BME! He leaps to the top rope...moonsault...but he lands on his
feet as Everhardt moves out of the way! Kurtis comes at Everhardt for a splash as he uses the corner to get back to his feet, but Everhardt moves out of
the way and Kurtis crashes face first in to the turnbuckle! He stumbles out and is picked up in a fireman's carry by Everhardt...TKO! And both men are
down again! Everhardt crawls to the ropes, using them to pull himself back to his feet. He pick Kurtis up...EVERPLEX...and Kurtis crashes hard to the mat,
rolling out to the apron! Kurtis uses the ropes to pull himself to a standing position, still dazed from the Everplex. Everhardt makes his way to Kurtis
and grabs him with a front face lock. He pulls on Kurtis, using the ropes for assistance to hold Kurtis' body horizontal with the mat! Everhardt falls
back...snap DDT! The crowd erupts in deafening cheers yet again as Everhardt begins to pick up a second wind. He picks up Kurtis ahd instantly drops him
back to the mat with the Kobashi Special! Everhardt waits for Kurtis to return to his feet, stalking Kurtis, circling around him. Everhardt with a boot
to the gut. He forces Kurtis in to a powerbomb postion and calls for the CK Finale, Kurtis' own finisher! Kurtis quickly pulls the legs out from under
Everhardt and flips over for a jacknife cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

ROB MARTINEZ: I think Kurtis got him, Rex!

Kurtis waits for the ruling from McDonald...it's not a pinfall! Everhardt kicked out just in time! Kurtis quickly picks Everhardt up and sets him in position
for the CK Finale! Kurtis flips up, but is stopped in mid motion! Everhardt falls back to the ropes, and Kurtis falls feet first on to the apron! Everhardt
turns to Kurtis, shoulder to Everhardt's gut! Kurtis with the springboard...and he's caught by Everhardt with an overhead belly to belly suplex! Everhardt
hesitates as he catches his breath before returning to his feet. He makes his way over to Kurtis and pulls him back up. Everhardt with a cobra clutch,
and he drills Kurtis with a russian legsweep from it! Everhardt crawls over to Kurtis and makes the cover, hooking the far leg!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

ROB MARTINEZ: These kickouts have to be just basic instincts at this point, Rex! Both of these men have put each other through hell here tonight!

REX CALIBER: And listen to this crowd! They don't even have a favorite in this match! They just love the idea that two of REBEL's top stars are beating
the living hell out of each other, just to earn a shot at Galactix and the Carolinas Championship later tonight!

Everhardt brings Kurtis back to his feet and lifts him for the Hardt-Breaker! Kurtis with an elbow and Everhardt drops him. Kurtis with a springboard off
the ropes...moonsault...but Everhardt catches him! Everhardt with a running powerslam attempt, but Kurtis struggles and falls behind! Kurtis with a boot
to the gut as Everhardt turns around, and he sets him in position for the CK Finale yet again! Everhardt pushes Kurtis off and grabs him in a urinagi position,
looking for a variation of the Hardt-Attack! Kurtis with an elbow to the head and he quickly ducks under Everhardt looking for a neckbreaker, but Everhardt
blocks it as he spins Kurtis towards him, now looking for a neckbreaker of his own! Kurtis with the counter, spinning Everhardt around! He grabs Everhardt
in a urinagi position...backflip by Kurtis as he hits a form of Everhardt's own finisher! Kurtis makes the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THR...NO!

Kurtis attempts to pick Everhardt back up, but Everhardt sweeps the legs! He quickly sets Kurtis up for the Texas Cloverleaf 3000...and he has it...right
in the center of the ring! Kurtis is in excruciating pain as Everhardt leans back in position, applying maximum pressure! McDonald checks on Kurtis, but
Kurtis won't give up! He uses his leg strength to force Everhardt forward, releaving some of the pressure. Kurtis tries to pull himself to the ropes! He
inches closer...closer...almost there...and Everhardt drags him back to the center of the ring! Everhardt sits back in position, and again McDonald checks
on Kurtis. Kurtis again refuses to give up as his face starts to turn red! Kurtis begins to fade as Everhardt pulls back harder on the legs! Kurtis' arms
quit moving, and he lays motionless! McDonald grabs his arm...raises it in the air...and it falls back to the mat! He raises Kurtis' arm in the air again,
releases it...and it falls back to the mat! McDonald raises Kurtis' arm in the air one more time...releases it...and it falls to the mat! NO! Kurtis barely
holds his arm up, and McDonald waves off the motion for the timekeeper to ring the bell! Kurtis again exserts all of his strength to force Everhardt forward,
releaving part of the pressure! Kurtis again crawls towards the ropes...inching closer...and closer...and...he's got it! Kurtis has reached the bottom
rope, and Everhardt releases the hold!

ROB MARTINEZ: Both of these men have to be running out of gas here! This has been a long, grueling match!

REX CALIBER: This match has been nothing short of phenomenal, Rob! When we came on the air tonight, did you really think that we'd see this great of a match?!
ROB MARTINEZ: I had hoped for something like this, but I didn't think we'd get it so early in the night!

Everhardt picks Kurtis up and whips him in to the ropes...snap powerslam off the rebound! Everhardt makes his way to the corner, climbs up top...guillotine
legdrop! He quickly picks Kurtis up once again with a front face lock. He lifts Kurtis vertical, holding him in position, letting the blood rush to Kurtis'
head...brainbuster! Everhardt shoots the half for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THR...NO!

Kurtis again finds the strength to get the shoulder up! Everhardt looks frustrated as he picks Kurtis up. He grabs Kurtis from behind for a back suplex,
but Kurtis flips back landing on his feet! Everhardt turns to him and comes at him for a spear, but Kurtis leap frogs over him, spinning around in mid-air!
He grabs Everhardt from behind...falling reverse DDT! Kurtis makes his way to the corner and slowly climbs to the top rope. Everhardt is back up...he runs
at Kurtis...BIG BOOT! Kurtis falls to a sitting position on the top turnbuckle. Everhardt climbs up the turnbuckles and lifts Kurtis to a standing position.
He sets Kurtis up for the Hardt-Attack...but Kurtis drills him with an elbow to the side of the head...and a second! Kurtis tries to hold his balance,
and Everhardt returns the attack with a hard forearm to the mouth! Everhardt uses his strength to get Kurtis in a powerbomb position! He lifts Kurtis up...and
he lifts him higher for a last ride powerbomb...but Kurtis struggles and flips over Everhardt...CK FINALE V. 2.0!

ROB MARTINEZ: OH MY GOD! EVERHARDT HAS TO BE OUT!

REX CALIBER: Everhardt was looking for some form of a powerbomb from the top rope to the outside, but Kurtis flipped over him and planted him with that
devastating CK Finale from the top rope! And Kurtis makes the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

ROB MARTINEZ: Everhardt put up one hell of a fight, but there was no rebounding from that CK Finale!

JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner, and the NEW number one contender for the REBEL Carolinas Championship..."THE SHOW" CHAD KURTIS!!

Kurtis uses the ropes to pull himself back to his feet. McDonald raises his arm in the air, signifying that "The Show" has won the match. The fans' cheers
are deafening, drowning out all other sounds in the arena. Chad stumbles over to Everhardt, and helps his opponent back to his feet. The two men shake
hands as Everhardt struggles to stay on his feet.

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Best of the Best 2008
10/07/2008
REBEL World Title: Nick Everhardt vs Paul Jarvis

JENNY JERSEY: The following match is your first MAIN EVENT of the evening. It is for the REBEL WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!

“Herectics and Killers” begins to play and a magnificent ovation can be heard throughout the sold out REBEL Arena. Nick Everhardt wears his patented light
blue shorts to the ring, with matching boots. His hands taped as always, with PRM wrote on the tape. He slaps hands with the fans, and stops next to a
young lady with a “GOD BLESS EVERHARDT” sign. He enters the ring and stretches on the ropes. The crowd is loving this man, hoping he can save them from
seeing Paul Jarvis as World Champion.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, the challenger. He is a former REBEL World Tag Team Champion. He is fighting out of Houston, Texas and weighs in at two
hundred and twenty four pounds... NICK EVERHARDT!

ROB MARTINEZ: This man has trained for the past two weeks, ever since the match was announced. He has promised to have this and only this shot at Paul Jarvis.
If he loses, he will never challenge Paul Jarvis again for the belt. He has lost three pounds since we last saw him fight, showing how much training he
had done.

Church music begins to play. Protesters perhaps? A church choir comes out with sky blue robes and begins to sing the song, "Open My Eyes To Your Heart Lord".
They stand against the railing as the crowd boos the hell out of them. No pun intended. Paul Jarvis makes his first appearance. He swaggers a bit through
the choir, singing the words too. He has drinks and debris thrown at him, much of it shielded by the choir. He shakes hands and even hugs members of the
choir. As he gets to the end of the bunch, he stands in awe of himself. He smiles at Everhardt and even gives a cocky wink. The choir leaves as the song
ends. The crowds hate is unlike anything ever seen in this Arena.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent. (booo) From Afton, New York, (booooo)... weighing in at two hundred seventeen pounds... (booo)... the current reigning and
defending... REBEL HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE WORLD... THE MIRACLE WORKER... (BOOO) THE WONDER OF WONDERS (BOOOOO!) PAUL JARVIS! (BOOOOO!)

ROB MARTINEZ: No one, and I mean no one has ever been more hated in a REBEL ring then this man. This is the end all be all of technical matches. Both men
have promised a clean, good hard wrestling match. Paul Jarvis is super focused and super confident. He does jumping jacks to get loose, and the crowd is
eating him alive with boos. He doesn’t care one way or another. This is “his” night he has said. He says he will be proven to be THE BEST OF THE BEST!
A commotion in the crowd is heard and we see Blood, taking a seat in the front row. He has a “LET’S GO EVERHARDT” sign. Jarvis cuts his eyes at it, and
then just focuses in on Everhardt.

ROB MARTINEZ: Wonder what Blood is doing here? That seat he has is a high dollar one with the scalpers.

Dale MacDonald calls for the bell. Nick Everhardt offers a handshake, and much to everyone surprise, Jarvis shakes his hand. They back up and circle each
other. A collar and elbow tie up and neither man can gain an advantage. They break it off. Jarvis smiles and claps. They tie up again and this time Everhardt
gets a side headlock. He quickly releases the hold and nails a sharp elbow to the back of the head of the World Champ. Jarvis falls to the ground. Everhardt
follows with an elbow drop aimed at the spine. Jarvis quickly moves and Everhardt hits the mat hard. Jarvis is up and puts the Fujiwara armbar on the arm
that hit hard. Everhardt quickly gets the ropes in his hand. Paul Jarvis is asked to release the hold, and does. He stands up and lets Everhardt get his
footing. Jarvis and allows Everhardt to recover as the fans stand up amazed at the way Jarvis is acting.

ROB MARTINEZ: This is a totally different Jarvis. He is wrestling a gentleman’s match. Will this throw off the game plan of Everhardt?

Everhardt and Jarvis go for another tie up, this time Jarvis gets an arm ringer, then elbows the same arm Everhardt crashed on earlier. Everhardt goes to
one knee and A MODIFIED ENZIGURI TO THE HEAD OF EVERHARDT! Jarvis clocked him with that one. But the head wasn’t where he wants to focus. Jarvis grabs
a leg and puts on an old school Spinning Toe Hold. Everhardt is trying to gain his whereabouts and hits an inside cradle on Jarvis. Not even a one count.
Jarvis is back up quickly, goes towards the legs, but is quickly kicked in the jaw. Spit flies from the mouth of Paul Jarvis and he staggers away from
Everhardt. Everhardt is up, and waits for Paul to turn around... SPINNING WHEEL KICK! Jarvis is down, and another quick cover, with only a one count. Jarvis
is up, and Everhardt behind him. He drops Jarvis with a Swinging Neck Breaker. Before Jarvis can even clear the cobwebs, he is placed in a modified Camel
Clutch submission. Luckily for Jarvis the ropes are nearby. He grabs them and Dale MacDonald asks for a clean break. Everhardt gets off of Jarvis and backs
up. Jarvis gets to his feet, and smiles. He seems to love the competition being brought to him right now, in this very ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: These two men are going after each other and it’s a totally a mat game here. After seeing crazy dives and burning tables already tonight,
this is a one hundred and eighty degree turn. AND I LOVE IT!

Jarvis gets up and tries to crack his neck. Everhardt charges Jarvis, who sends Nick over the top rope with a back body drop... EVERHARDT LANDS ON THE APRON!
SPRING BOARD BULLDOG! Jarvis is down. Everhardt covers. ONE... TWO... AND A KICK OUT! Everhardt is super focused and drags Jarvis up. Jarvis lands a few
European Uppercuts and knocks Everhardt back. Everhardt charges and Jarvis slides between the legs of Everhardt and hooks him. He has him in a standing
single leg crab. That move would make Lance Storm proud. Jarvis even steps on the free leg, to hold it down. Everhardt is in tremendous trouble right now.
The lower back and legs are going through the ringer tonight. Everhardt is close to the ropes and tries to get to them. He finally reaches them and as
before, Jarvis lets him go. Jarvis is waiting like a snake ready to strike. Everhardt gets up and receives a PICTURE PERFECT DROP KICK! Everhardt lands
outside the ring. Jarvis takes a bow for the fans and smiles. Everhardt chants start up. Nick is up on the outside of the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: This match is hold for hold living up to the hype. Everything Paul Jarvis does is precise and dead on. There’s no hit or miss, just awesomely
performed. Everhardt is in for the fight of his life.

Everhardt gets in and Jarvis lets him get in with no altercation. Everhardt tries to shake some blood into his leg. Jarvis and Everhardt lock up again and
this time a headlock by Jarvis. Jarvis is shot off, and Everhardt catches him with a huge FRANKENSTEINER! Jarvis sits up but is still groggy, Everhardt
measures him good.. RUNNING NECK SNAP! Jarvis’ spine has to be stinging. Everhardt is focusing on the neck, and drops a legdrop on it. Jarvis tries to
get up again but no avail, SHINING WIZARD! Nick Everhardt is on fire right now. COVER.. ONE... TWO... SHOULDER UP! Nick doesn’t let it get him down. He
continues to press forward. This is all about the belt baby! Everhardt tries to pick up Jarvis, but Jarvis elbows him several times in the gut. Everhardt
is slung into the corner and Jarvis follows with a drop kick to the stomach. Everhardt goes down and Jarvis looks at the ropes. Middle ropes moonsault
connects! He goes up again for a top rope moonsault that also connects. Jarvis has Everhardt hurt and a SPLIT LEGGED MOONSAULT! The pin... ONE.. TWO...
EVERHARDT WITH A FOOT ON THE ROPES!

ROB MARTINEZ: These men are pulling out moves I’ve never seen them do. Jarvis is trying to outshine Everhardt in anyway possible. Technical, high flying,
it doesn’t matter.

Jarvis wastes no time getting up and placing crisp kicks to the head of Everhardt. Everhardt gets up with help of the ropes. Jarvis goes for a quick DDT,
but Everhardt grabs the ropes. Jarvis hits the mat hard. Jarvis holds his head but moves before Everhardt can land a knee drop. Everhardt holds his knee.
Jarvis quickly goes up top. Everhardt gets up, looks up and GETS HIT WITH A HUGE CROSSBODY BLOCK! Everhardt rolls with it and hooks the leg.. ONE... TWO..
NO CIGAR. Jarvis and Everhardt lay on the mat holding their midsections. This match is taking it’s physical toll on them both. Jarvis goes over to the
legs of Everhardt and applies an ankle lock and scissors the legs. Everhardt screams in pain. Jarvis is putting on one hell of a show, mixing up styles,
but staying focused on the legs and neck of Everhardt. He knows when the time comes, he has the Cure for Cancer, and with weakened parts, that move will
tap out ANYBODY! Everhardt to the ropes, and the ankle lock is released. Jarvis is up. Everhardt is down and in pain. Jarvis pulls Nick to the middle of
the ring... he stomps the legs of Everhardt. This man is making sure Nick can’t fly high, even though Nick really hasn’t tried.

ROB MARTINEZ: Paul Jarvis is looking for the Figure Four and even goes WOOO before he places it on. The crowd is booing like crazy, but that’s the first
boo since the bell rung.

Jarvis has the Figure Four on for a few seconds before Everhardt quickly turns it over. The hold is broke and Jarvis gets up. Everhardt limps up. Jarvis
charges him, and Everhardt drops down holding the middle ropes. Jarvis spills out. Everhardt goes up top.. Jarvis quickly moves, and Everhardt just climbs
down. Jarvis enters on the other side of the ring. They meet in the middle with Everhardt sprawling away from a take down attempt. He clubs Jarvis in the
head, but is taken down anyway. Everhardt tries to turn over, and gives up his back. Jarvis applies a neck crank and has it on nice and tight. Everhardt
gets out of it and tries to get up, but a GERMAN SUPLEX IS HIT. Everhardt is out. Jarvis looks up top and goes for another top rope move. DIVINE INTERVENTION!
His version of the Frog Splash. Jarvis rolls around in pain, as does Everhardt. Jarvis tries a pin but he waited to late and only gets a two count. They
both lay motionless for around a minute. Both trying to get some deep breathes. Jarvis is the first man up and goes up top again, but he is slow going
after the last move. He goes up. Everhardt is up too though. Nick climbs the turnbuckle quickly meeting Jarvis... THE EVERPLEX FROM THE TOP ROPE! Both
men are down after the Exploder suplex is nailed.

ROB MARTINEZ: LET REBEL REIGN! What a match.

Nick Everhardt places an arm over the Champ. ONE... TWO... SHOULDER UP! Everhardt looks in disbelief. He gets up, and is looking at the downed Jarvis. He
goes for an old RVD move.. ROLLING THUNDER SPLASH...KNEES UP! Jarvis got those pesky knees up. Everhardt’s midsection has taking a beating. But so has
his neck and legs. Jarvis gets Everhardt in position and applies a modified Bow and Arrow Stretch. Everhardt is screaming in pain. Jarvis lets the move
go after several good yanks on the crossed legs and neck. Jarvis applies a sleeper hold on Everhardt, but Everhardt elbows his way out before the move
can even be cinched in. Jarvis tries again, but is again elbowed away. Jarvis once again and Everhardt turns around and BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX! Jarvis got
caught. Everhardt nailed him. No cover. Everhardt is holding his ribs. Jarvis is trying catch is breath. Everhardt is up but Jarvis is behind him. REVERSE
DDT ONTO THE KNEE OF JARVIS! Everhardt’s neck and head snapped on that one. Jarvis doesn’t cover, but instead goes for the Dragon Sleeper. Everhardt has
a lot of fight in him, but does he have enough to get out of this one? Dale MacDonald is in quickly to check his hands. He picks up one and IT DROPS!

He picks it up again...

IT DROPS!

ONE MORE TIME...

IT STAYS UP... THE CROWD GOES CRAZY.

Jarvis releases the hold and delivers a well placed boot to the back of Everhardt. Paul grabs up Everhardt and slams him hard to the mat, then delivers
a big knee to the head of Everhardt. Jarvis seems to be happy with what is going on. He winks at the crowd and grabs the legs of Everhardt. He blocks it.
ROB MARTINEZ: Paul Jarvis was going for the Cure for Cancer. Everhardt kicked him away.

Everhardt is up. Paul comes at him, but gets a boot in the gut for the effort. POWERBOMB! Everhardt laces the leg, and turns over Jarvis... TEXAS CLOVERLEAF
3000! Paul Jarvis is biting his fingers. This is Nick Everhardt’s pet submission hold. Jarvis is screaming and clawing to get to the ropes. He finally
does. Everhardt reluctantly lets go. Jarvis is picked up. WELCOME TO HOUSTON MOTHER FUCKER! The butterfly suplex/back breaker combo connects. The cover...
ONE!

TWO!

SHOULDER UP!

Jarvis is still alive. Everhardt is looking for another big move. KOBASHI SPECIAL! Jarvis blocks, and hits a drop toe hold. Both me are dripping sweat.
He hooks on to a leg then maneuvers and puts Everhardt in a modified Surf Board. Jarvis lets go. He is going for the Cure for Cancer again, but Everhardt
quickly is at the ropes and is trying to block it. Jarvis stomps a leg and tries to bring Everhardt to the center... INSIDE CRADLE!

ONE!

TWO!

IT’S ALL OVE... KICK OUT... JARVIS KICKED THE HELL OUT!

The crowd is unsure of why Jarvis is wrestling so clean and so noble.. but they are in awe. Everhardt chants break out every few seconds, but every move
is being cheered. Both men are up. Jarvis is unaware that Everhardt’s behind. He hooks him in chickenwing over-the-shoulder crossface, a move known to
Indy fans as something Alex Shelly does.

ROB MARTINEZ: A new move that Everhardt told me he would debut... he calls it the Bayou City Stretch!

Jarvis was too close to the ropes though. The men are coming up with any moves they can. They rise up. Jarvis looks up at Everhardt and NAILS HIM WITH A
SUPERKICK! Shawn Michaels be damned! Dry spit flies from the mouth of Everhardt. He seems to be out. Jarvis is staggering about. He falls on top of Everhardt.
He has his back to Everhardt’s belly. It’s a pin though. MacDonald counts.

ONE!

TWO!

TH... EVERHARDT HOOKS THE ARMS OF JARVIS IN A CRUCIFIX!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE! THE CROWD EXPLODES!

JENNY JERSEY: The winner and NEW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION... NICK EVERHARDT!

ROB MARTINEZ: That match was a classic! The crowd goes wild. And to think, neither man even got to their finisher on the other. How soon would the match
ended if the Cure for Cancer or the Hardt Attack would have been executed?

Nick is handed the belt and is in shock. Jarvis is going crazy. He is pounding the mat, cursing wildly. He kicks the ropes and shoves the referee, Dale
MacDonald. Everhardt looks to offer a handshake, but Jarvis just goes to the outside begins throwing things. Security is coming out and escorting him to
the back. He is livid. Everhardt is in the crowd, celebrating with the masses! He just shocked the World.

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Best of the Best 2008
10/07/2008
Best of the Best Finals: Hardcore Entertainment vs Great Alaskan Ninjas!

JENNY JERSEY: The following is the second of our two main events, and is the FINALS OF THE BEST OF THE BEST 2008 TOURNAMENT! The winning team will not only
be crowned "Best of the Best," but receive a REBEL Pro World Tag Team title shot next week! Introducing first...

"Reign of Terror" by Sabaton plays, and the crowd instantly turns hostile. They are not fans of the two very different, but equally dangerous men who come
out of the curtain. The massive Vincent Black has a garbage can full of plunder over his shoulder, while Bubba J is carrying a six-pack of beer by the
one empty plastic ring. The missing beer is, of course, in his hand.

JENNY JERSEY: Coming to the ring at a total combined weight of five-hundred and ninety-one pounds, this duo made it to the finals by defeating Chris Casino
& Evan Cartwright, and the Black Underground Railroad! They are "The Ragin' Redneck" Bubba J and Vincent Black... HARDCORE ENTERTAINMENT!

ROB MARTINEZ: Two men who seemed to have nothing but hate for one another, forced to team up by REBEL management, and have since become one of the most
deadly tandems in REBEL tag team history! These two have nothing in common except their desire to give the fans "hardcore entertainment," and beat up everybody
in their way! They took out both the NAPW and REBEL tag team champions on their way to this match, but...

Bubba and Vincent are in the ring, they're ready to go. Bubba J yells some insults back towards the fans, who are giving him what-for.

The jazzy sounds of "Soul Bossa Nova" pick-up, and the crowd gets to their feet. Finally, somebody to cheer for!

JENNY JERSEY: And their opponents! At a total combined weight of five-hundred and seven pounds, they come to the finals by defeating The Dark Market and
The Foundation! They are the "International Man of Hardcore" Inferno and "Papa Rock & Roll" Shoe... THE GREAT ALASKAN NINJA!

ROB MARTINEZ: And these two wrestling veterans disagree with Bubba J and Vincent Black being "hardcore" or "entertaining!" Inferno and Shoe looking to prove
they still are one of the very best teams in the world and THEY DON'T WANT TO WAIT! HERE WE GO! KATEY, BAR THE DOOR, WE HAVE A PIER-SIX BRAWL!

Inferno and Shoe (wearing a "VINCENT BLACK: WHO? t-shirt) come through the curtain, look at each other, and RUSH THE RING! No dancing tonight, they're hot
at Bubba and Black! The GAN slide into the ring and are met by Hardcore Entertainment, it's a slugfest! Referee Dale McDonald calls for the bell to officially
start this main event!

Inferno and Bubba J are mixing it up! Shoe and Vincent Black! It's a sluggerin'! Bubba J and Inferno topple to the outside as Black gets the better of Shoe.
Inferno with a hard right hand sends Bubba J sprawling into the guardrail. J quickly rips a beer out of a fan's hand and swigs it back. Inferno comes charging
in; he gets sprayed with a mouthful of beer! Bubba then takes the beer bottle and SMASH! RIGHT OVER INFERNO'S HEAD! Thirty seconds in and we already have
blood. Bubba J takes the broken top of the beer bottle and digs it into Inferno's bloody forehead, good God.

In the ring Vincent Black has Shoe in the corner, and though Shoe is six-foot-five, Black is six-eleven and over three hundred pounds! A huge right hand
rocks Shoe, and then Vincent Irish whips Shoe across the ring into the turnbuckle. He gets a head of steam and CHARGES --- Shoe moves out of the way! Black
crashes into the corner, turns around, SHOE CATCHES HIM --- Looking for the ROCKSTAR! No way! Black way too strong at this point, throws a single powerful
elbow into Shoe's head and knocks him away. Black picks up Shoe then into a Gorilla Press.

ROB MARTINEZ: Just how strong is Vincent Black? Shoe is no cruiserweight! And OH MY GOD SHOE OVER THE TOP ROPE! Vincent Black just pressed Shoe over the
top rope on top of both Bubba J and Inferno!

Inferno, Bubba J and Shoe slowly pick themselves up. Vincent Black scopes out the three of them, and then... begins to climb to the top turnbuckle?

ROB MARTINEZ: Vincent Black is going to the top rope, are you serious? He's over three-hundred pounds! Almost seven feet tall! He's not going to OH MY GAAAAAWWWWWDDDD!
CROSS BODY BLOCK FROM VINCENT BLACK! CAN YOU BELIEVE THIS?

A "Holy Shit" chant breaks out because NO KIDDING. All four men are flattened on the outside, but it's Vincent Black who is up first to nobody's shock.
He picks up the crimson-streaked Inferno and rolls him back into the ring. He follows in, then grabs the garbage can he brought into the ring. He empties
all kinds of weapons, then drops the can itself in the center of the ring. Inferno is getting to his feet, he turns around... and gets caught with a double-handed
Goozle! DOUBLE-HAND CHOKESLAM THROUGH THE GARBAGE CAN! Inferno arches his back in incredible pain and Black makes the first cover of the match, ONE, TWO,
NO! Inferno kicks out! On the outside Bubba J sends Shoe head-first into the ringpost!s

ROB MARTINEZ: The first cover of the match and I'm almost shocked it wasn't the last! Inferno has taken a tremendous beating already!

Black picks Inferno up, then signals for the "New Hope" powerbomb! He lifts Inferno up, planning to hit it on the flattened remnants of the garbage can
--- COUNTERED! TORNADO DDT BY INFERNO! RIGHT ONTO THE STEEL! Inferno hit a huge counter, but he's not able to get up and capitalize. Right then, Bubba
J rolls into the ring and starts stomping the hell out of the "International Man of Hardcore." He yells to the crowd, "So ya want HARDCORE do ya?" Bubba
J reaches down and grabs a ... oh my gosh. He's got a PIZZA CUTTER! He stands behind a seated Inferno and jams the cutter into Inferno's forehead, causing
the silver-haired maniac to yell in pain. Vincent is starting to get up, blood streaming from a gullet in his head into his brown hair thanks to the DDT
on the garbage can. Looks like it caught the edge. Bubba J pulls Inferno up as Vincent grabs an implement of destruction. He's caught one.

A barbed-wire 2x4.

Vince swings for the fences, but Inferno dives out of the way! The barbed wire 2x4 rams into Bubba J's bald head! The Redneck goes down as Vince turns around,
looking for Inferno, but suddenly the IHMH is coming at him! Inferno throwing wild, brawling punches at the big man, staggering him. Black won't go down,
so finally Inferno boots him in the gut and hits the ropes, looking for the Firestar DDT --- Bubba J catches Inferno with a spinebuster! And now Bubba
J is a bleeding mess, blood steaming down his bald head. He and Black stand tall, looking over the crowd hatefully as Inferno quivers in pain.

ROB MARTINEZ: This does not look good for Inferno at all! Hardcore Entertainment... they're looking to finish him off, oh my god! Going for a spike piledriver
on top of a barbed wire spool! That could break Inferno's neck AND rip him to shreds!

Bubba J looks to hoist Inferno up --- SHOE IS IN THE RING! PAPA ROCK & ROLL WITH A STEEL CHAIR to the back of Bubba J! Bubba's face shows the pain as he
releases Inferno. Shoe cracks Vincent Black across the head! Bubba J is still on his feet, CLANG! Vincent Black won't go down, Shoe hits him with another
chair shot! Black is still on his feet! Shoe swears at Black, then --- tosses the chair away? No! To a rising Inferno! Inferno CLANGS Black across the
back hard, and finally Vincent goes down to his knees! Shoe picks up the barbed wire 2x4 Vincent dropped earlier, and brings it down across Vince's black!
Oh my, again, and Vince's t-shirt is getting caught up in the barbed wire. Inferno, meanwhile, has found the pizza cutter Bubba J used on him. He shows
Bubba's face to the fans and CARVES UP A SLICE OF REDNECK FOREHEAD! Good God! The crowd is chanting "REBEL, REBEL, REBEL" for this insane action.

Vincent Black crawls away from the barbed wire assault, his shirt ripped to shreds, back a mass of red pinprick wounds. Shoe follows him, kicking him in
the face. "WHO THE HELL IS VINCENT BLACK?" he yells. This angers Vincent, and he starts throwing punches that stun Shoe. Vincent picks up Shoe, looking
for a Brainbuster suplex, but Shoe counters the move! He boots Vincent Black in the gut and hooks both arms, trying for a Butterfly Suplex. But he can't
get it on the big man, so he signals to Inferno to come over. Wait a minute, Inferno and Shoe hook Black's arms over their heads... no way. NO WAY!

DOUBLE-SUPLEX TO THE 341 POUND VINCENT BLACK!

And with him down, Inferno ascends to the top rope! Shoe holds the chair across Black's chest... DIVING HEADBUTT! Inferno rolls around in pain, that hurt
him almost as much, but Shoe covers Vincent Black! ONE! TWO! TH KICK-OUT!

ROB MARTINEZ: The Great Alaskan Ninja are mounting one hell of a comeback here! They almost got the three count off of that, these four men and the ring
are a bloody mess! Now hold on a second, Inferno just went outside, he's looking under the ring. What does he have here? Just tossed something to Shoe,
and now... He's got... oh my god, Inferno just pulled out a BARBED WIRE COVERED BOARD!

Hardcore Entertainment started things off with a bang, but the Ninja are taking it to the next level! Shoe holds the bag over his head as Inferno slides
the board into the ring. Shoe undoes it, and drops thousands of glittering silver thumbtacks onto the canvas! Inferno kicks Bubba in the back of the head,
knocking him to the outside. Vincent Black is getting up, Inferno nails him with a jawbreaker. Black turns around, staggering, CAUGHT --- Shoe has him
set up! He can't --- NO WAY!

ROCKSTAR! ONTO THE THUMBTACKS!

Shoe yells in pain, he didn't escape tack-free, but Vincent Black went broad-back first into the pool of tacks! He rolls around, mouth wide open in pain,
but Shoe slams the steel chair down onto his face! Inferno slides outside to brawl with Bubba J, who is trying to get in. The sexsational Papa Rock & Roll
looks out to the crowd with smoldering intensity! He stands overtop of Black's head. Instantly the fans are on their feet as Shoe PULLS. OFF. THE. ELBOW.
PAD. He taps his LEFT KNEE.

HITS THE ROPES!

HITS THE OTHER ROPES!

COMES OFF ---

BUBBA J CATCHES HIM WITH A SPINEBUSTER!

ROB MARTINEZ: Bubba J out of NOWHERE stopping THE OTHER FOOT! And now what's this, Bubba J picking Shoe up, TRAILER PARK TRASH! Shoe is down, there's a
cover ONE, TWO, TH---INFERNO WITH THE SAVE!

Inferno makes the last-second save, he and Bubba J are exchanging brutal right hands. A big shot from Bubba J has Inferno reeling back... Inferno with one
of his own. Bubba sways on his feet, then delivers another hard right. Inferno almost falls down, legs spread way apart, but then he rears back and hits
Bubba with another right of his own! How are they still on their feet? They both turn around and grab a weapon, Bubba J coming up with the steel chair,
Inferno coming up with the busted garbage can. They lock eyes, Black and Shoe are both down!

Inferno looks at Bubba.

Bubba looks at Inferno.

Inferno squares his shoulders and lets Bubba wail him with the steel chair! The firestarter goes down to one knee, clearly in huge pain, but manages to
get up, holding the garbage can with both hands. Bubba J says "COME ON!" Inferno winds up and SWINGS, crashing the steel right down ontop of Bubba's head.
Bubba J goes down to both knees, eyes tightly squeezed in pain. Inferno and Bubba, both on their knees, start FIRING RIGHT HANDS INTO EACH OTHER! These
two hardcore warriors will not stop fighting!

Shoe and Vincent Black are back up, slowly, and Vince clobbers Shoe with a big boot. Black then hits Inferno from behind. Bubba is down, but Black picks
up Inferno. He spies the barbed wire table! Wait a minute, no way...

THE NEW HOPE INTO THE BARBED WIRE TABLE! OH MY GOD!

Inferno rolls around in the barbed wire, tongue sticking out in pain as the barbs catch and pull at his skin. Black wants to cover him, but Inferno is just
tangled in the wire! He makes the best cover he can!

ONE!

TWO!

TH--- SHOE WITH A CHAIR SHOT! Vincent Black goes down, barely missing the barbed wire, and Shoe raises the chair for another shot --- Bubba J grabs the
chair out of Shoe's hands. Bubba fires, Shoe dodges! He kicks the chair back into J's face, then grabs his man!

DEATH VALLEY DRIVER! INTO THE TACKS!

The tacks much more spread out (half of them in Vince's back), but Bubba still gets the pincushion treatment! Shoe stands up, and looks down at Bubba J.
He kicks the man's arm into place, reaches for his elbow pad, remembers it's gone, says hell with it and makes the "throwing" motion anyways. He hits the
ropes!

Hits the other ropes!

AND DRIVES HIS ELBOW STRAIGHT INTO BUBBA'S HEART!

ONE!

TWO!

TH---VINCENT BLACK SAVES!

ROB MARTINEZ: We have seen THE NEW HOPE! TRAILER PARK TRASH! THE OTHER FOOT! What is it going to take for one of these teams to get the pinfall? The winner
truly will be the BEST OF THE BEST! These men are leaving it all in the ring, we're going to need a new canvas after this!

All four men are down, trying to capture anything. Inferno has rolled to the floor, just covered in angry red pockmarks. Bubba J has rolled to the edge
of the ring. Black and Shoe are both half-sitting against the ropes, each trying to get it together for what has to be close to end-game here. They stand
up, the big man and the rockstar... Shoe charges --- CAUGHT! SIT-OUT SPINEBUSTER! Black covers!

ONE!

TWO!

TH---SHOE SOMEHOW KICKS OUT!

Vince yells at Bubba J and gets up, telling him it's time to finish this. Bubba is unsteady on his feet, but somehow he manages to get to his feet. He starts
to climb to the top rope as Vince sticks Shoe's head between his legs. Vincent backs into the corner... they're going for their tag finisher, BLACK RAGE!
If that hits it will be all over...

INFERNO IS ON THE APRON! He starts pounding on Bubba J. Vincent flips Shoe over his head, Shoe grabs onto the top ropes, holding on for dear life as Vince
tries to power him down. Bubba J and Inferno throwing right hands as Shoe starts wailing away on Vincent's head! Finally Inferno hooks Bubba J, wait a
minute, he's got a FULL NELSON! NO WAY ---

DANGER BOMB OFF THE TOP TO THE CANVAS!

Inferno and Bubba J both reeling in pain! Shoe manages to get free and on his feet from Vincent Black, throwing right hands at the big man. Grabs a chair
CLANG! Hucks it right in Vince's face! Shoe gives Inferno a hand and whips the hurting man into Black for a STINGER SPLASH! Shoe opens up the chair! Vincent
Black stumbles out, DROP TOE-HOLD! ONTO THE OPEN CHAIR! Vince rolls to the outside, holding his nose in pain. In the ring, Bubba J is all alone with two
FIRED UP NINJA! Shoe waits, wide-stance, waits, Bubba is up --- ROCKSTAR!

But that's not all, as Inferno yells some direction to Shoe. Shoe picks up Bubba J, yells out "KILLER KOMBO TIME!", and delivers a Slingshot Suplex... ONTO
THE BARBED WIRE BOARD! Inferno moved that into center ring! Bubba J takes the turn now to writhe around in the barbed wire, and Shoe didn't escape unscathed.
Just nowhere near as bad. He does the "outsider" point to Inferno, who is standing on the top rope. The crowd gets to their feet!

INFERNO LEAPS

BUBBA J IS DOWN

BACKDRAAAAFT INTO THE BARBED WIRE!

Inferno rolls off of Bubba J, catching more pain! "NOW THAT'S ENTERTAINMENT!" yells Shoe. Inferno sacrificing himself to put it away! Shoe makes the best
cover he can, but Bubba J looks DONE for!

ONE!

TWO!

THREEEEEE---

HOLY HELL BUBBA J SOMEHOW GOT THE SHOULDER UP!

ROB MARTINEZ: My God, I'm starting to think we might see somebody DIE in here tonight! How in the HELL did Bubba J kick-out of that move?! Perhaps just
the shocking pain of the barbed wire gave him adrenaline, but somehow, Bubba J keeps his team alive! All four men have lost so much blood, though, how
much longer can they possibly go? The local hospitals better be standing by with transfusions!

Shoe can't believe it. He almost looks stunned. But Inferno, covered in blood, gets up, and looks at Shoe. Shoe nods in understanding. The Ninja leave the
ring! What is this? Inferno looking under the ring once again as Shoe grabs two steel chairs. Shoe is in, setting the chairs up facing each other... as
Inferno pulls out a large covered rectangle? Inferno slides it carefully to Shoe, then gets in. Shoe holds the shape up for Inferno to rip off the covering,
revealing...

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh my God! It's a NINJA TRADEMARK --- A PLATE GLASS WINDOW! OH MY GOD!

Inferno and Shoe put the plate glass window across the two chairs, creating a "table" of sorts. Bubba J has no idea how much trouble he's in, he's barely
conscious, soaked in plasma. Shoe picks Bubba J up, he's going to powerbomb Bubba J through the plate glass!

But Vincent Black is back in the ring! He nails Inferno from behind, then hits a big boot to the face of Shoe! Shoe drops Bubba, but fights back... Vincent
Black with a hard shot stops him. He hooks Shoe up with a pump-handle, the chair in the corner! It's still open, OH MY GOD! PUMPHANDLE SLAM ONTO THE OPEN
CHAIR! Shoe holds his back and falls out of the ring, clearly in wild pain. Black picks up Inferno, throws a hard shot onto his back. He smacks Bubba across
the face to put some "wake" into his partner. Bubba J, looking punch-drunk, nonetheless ascends to the top rope on wobbly legs.

Black backs into the corner for the powerbomb!

Bubba J flips off the top rope!

AND IT'S BLACK RAGE... SENDING INFERNO CRASHING INTO THE PLATE GLASS! It shatters into a thousand pieces and Inferno twitches in the ring! Black throws
Bubba on top of Inferno as MacDonald attempts to find ANY place safe to count...

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

JENNY JERSEY: Here are your winners, and 2008 BEST OF THE BEST WINNERS... VINCENT BLACK AND BUBBA J, HARDCORE ENTERTAINMENT!

Security and trainers and referees all stream IMMEDIATELY out to the ring, where basically everybody except Vincent Black is laying on the ground half-dead,
and Black doesn't look so hot himself, slumping into a corner as soon as the bell has rung. The crowd boos, but are also just blown away --- even numb
--- from the utter bloodbath they have just witnessed.

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Scaffolds, Rebels, and Barbwire Tables
11/04/2008
Scaffold Match for the REBEL World Tag Team Titles: Black Underground Railroad vs Great Alaskan Ninjas!

JENNY JERSEY: The following match is a Scaffold Match, and it is for the REBEL Pro World Tag Team Championship!

"Soul Bossonova" plays and the fans give a good ovation for the groovy veterans making their way to the ring. They survey it from the outside, as the ring
is no place to be --- it's full of barbwire topped tables! Whoever falls off the scaffolding will be falling into spikey hell!

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, the challengers! At a total combined weight of five hundred and seven pounds: Inferno and Shoe, The Great Alaskan Ninjas!
The GAN are a bit more serious tonight, as they don't even invite Jenny to dance with them. They look up at the scaffold, down at the glinting barbwire,
and reality sets in about their match.

Someone is getting hurt bad tonight.

"With A Little Help From My Friends" takes over the speakers and the fans pop huge for the champs!

JENNY JERSEY: And their opponents! They weigh in at a combined four hundred and eight pounds, and are your REBEL Pro World Tag Team Champions: "The Assman"
Mike Trey, Stone Zellor! The Black Underground Railroad!

The champs come to the end of the aisle, also surveying the deadly ring and terrifying scaffolding. The GAN are just a few feet from them, and Shoe is quick
to yell: "YOU'RE BOTH WHITE! ARE YOU IGGERANT UNDER DEM EYEBROWS?". This gets a chuckle. Probably the only laugh this match will get. Referee Dale McDonald
holds the belts up for the fans to see as the opponents for the match eye each other. There's no bell yet, as the match doesn't start until both teams
climb to the scaffold. Stone politely steps aside for Shoe to climb up, but Shoe shakes his head no and insists that the champs should go first. Inferno
just shrugs his shoulders and clotheslines Trey out of his boots! Shoe and Zellor now trading blows, and the fight is on! Inferno picks up Trey, only to
get a boot to the gut, then a Russian Leg Sweep into the guard rail! Shoe whips Zellor into the ropes, and catches him with a big boot on the rebound!
Shoe Irish Whips Stone into the guardrail --- reversed! Shoe goes flying into the guardrail! Trey pounces on Shoe with a stiff kick to the back, and now
the champs double-teaming Shoe with stomps ahoy. Shoe tries to crawl away from the BUR, and the direction he goes in takes him under the ring. Trey and
Zellor each grab a leg and drag him out...

Shoe found a chair under the ring.

CLANG! He manages to smack Trey in the head with it. Zellor lets go of Shoe to check on his partner. And Shoe brings the chair down hard across Zellor's
back. Zellor contorts in pain as Shoe rears back and SMACK across the head! Zellor busted open and the chair is completely bent out of shape as Shoe is
not playing around tonight! Trey is up and he catches Shoe from behind with a bulldog... no Shoe catches him! And now Inferno is back up, and he comes
over and they set up for a backdrop/neckbreaker combo... No, Zellor manages to break it up despite the damage done to him. Trey winds up on the ring apron,
and he goes over to the ladder to climb up to the scaffold! Shoe is in pursuit! Inferno also starts to climb, but Zellor drags him off the ladder and lays
in with punches! Inferno fights back with rights and lefts, and soon gains the upper hand! He boots Zellor in the gut, then whips him hard into the guard
rail! Zellor is down, and now Inferno is climbing the scaffold! Shoe and Trey are already on top, and both step cautiously as neither wants to just fall
off accidentally, especially not into that barbwire. Trey with a chop to Shoe, and Shoe stumbles a bit, but does not fall off. Shoe fires back with a chop
of his own, and Trey manages to keep his balance. They lock up, both men trying to push the other off. Shoe has a weight advantage, and he pushes Trey
back. Trey falls backwards as the fans scream, but lands flat on the scaffolding, and does not go off the side. Shoe stomps down on Trey... Trey grabs
Shoe's foot! Shoe desperately tries to balance and Trey pushes back...

Shoe begins to fall!

Inferno reaches the top just in time and saves his partner (granted, he nearly falls over himself). Then Shoe grabs Trey by the foot and drags him down
the scaffold, and Inferno tries to roll him off the side. Trey holds on for dear life as Shoe stomps his hands and arm, trying to make him let go. And
now the fans are on their feet as a bloodied Zellor is climbing the scaffold. Inferno is there to meet him when he reaches the top, as he stomps down on
the head of the champion. Trey is managing to keep hold of the scaffold and not go over. Shoe leans in to deliver a punch... and Trey elbows him in the
jaw! Shoe knocked back... and knocked off the scaffold! But he grabs on to the edge, not falling to the floor. He manages to get a second hand on the scaffold
and is trying to pull himself up, but Trey is stomping at the fingers of Shoe, trying to drop the veteran... Shoe moves his fingers as Trey stomps, then
grabs the laces of Trey's boot and pulls him off balance! Trey stumbles off the scaffold, but manages to grab a hold of the edge! And now both men are
dangling off the scaffolding! We got a chicken fight going now, as both men are trying to kick the other off! Meanwhile, Zellor has managed to reach the
top of the scaffold, and now he and Inferno are grappling, trying to push the other off! Inferno with a headbutt to Zellor, Zellor stumbles but stays upright.
Inferno uses the moment to stomp down on the Assman's fingers! Trey yells out in pain and Shoe adds one extra kick..

Mike Trey lets go!

CRASH! AIEEEEEEE!

There's no RIGHT way to land from a drop that far, especially not into a rat's nest of BARBWIRE! Trey screams and rolls around, he has pain from impact,
pain from ripping and tearing, as security and EMTs get into the ring to try and extricate The Assman from the trap!

Inferno helps Shoe back on to the scaffold, and they turn to Stone Zellor, who is a bloody mess. To his credit, Stone does not back down. Zellor swings
at Inferno, who ducks, and catches him with a full nelson! He looks like he's going to hit the Danger bomb on the scaffold! Shoe takes a step closer and
gets a boot to the gut! Inferno lets go to help his partner! Shoe is stopped from tumbling over, and Inferno turns around to get a pimp slap from Stone
Zellor! Inferno stunned, and Zellor with an enzuigiri that draws some fearful gasps from the audience! Stone lands okay...

But Inferno tumbles off the side of the scaffold AND CRASHES DOWN INTO BARBED WIRE AND TABLES WITH A HORRIFYING THUD! Inferno yells out in tremendous pain!
Assman still hasn't even been freed from the twisting barbs, and now the EMTs have another body to salvage!

And that just leaves Shoe and Zellor on top of the scaffold!

Zellor has his second wind, as he wants to keep the tag titles with the Black Underground Railroad! Shoe looking for some more glory in an already distinguished
career, does not back down! There is not a lot of room for any flashy moves up there, but at this height any move is dangerous, even trading punches! Both
men desperately trying not to lose their balance, but with each punch their knees start to wobble and the chances of falling increase. Zellor catches Shoe
with a European Uppercut that knocks him onto his back! Shoe doesn't go over, and now Stone is trying to roll him off the side! The fans are on their feet...
But it's because VINCENT BLACK is racing to ringside! He scales his way up to the scaffold, where Shoe has caught Zellor with an uppercut, allowing him
to get to his knees. Black is now at the top of the scaffold, and he locks eyes with Shoe. It was not even a month ago that these two men clashed in the
Best of the Best finals.

Zellor grabs Shoe and looks like he's going to use the distraction to his advantage!

BLACK WITH A FOREARM TO ZELLOR!!

The fans are in shock as Black saves Shoe, and now the two men grab Zellor and shove him off the scaffold! The fans scream as Zellor goes head-over-heels
into the remaining barbwire tables, EMTs scattering to avoid getting hit by his falling body! The fans chant "REBEL RULES, REBEL RULES, REBEL RULES" and
the reaction is loud, but as the fans realize what has happened and HOW, they're not sure how to react!

JENNY JERSEY: Here are your winners... and NEW REBEL Pro World Tag Team Champions --- the GREAT ALASKAN NINJAS!

Inferno is not able to celebrate. Trey and Zellor are both too hurt to protest. The fans are shocked. But Shoe has a SEXY smile on his face. Vincent Black
is climbing down the scaffolding ladder again, what just happened? Shoe survives the damage from up high, and starts doing a groovy dance to a mixture
of cheers and confused murmuring.

There are new World Tag Champions. But at what cost?

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TBA...Again!
11/11/2008
Texas Death Match for the REBEL Carolinas Title: "The Show" Chad Kurtis vs Mikey Massacre

JENNY JERSEY: The following match is for the REBEL Pro Carolinas title, and it will be a Texas Death Match!

"All Right Now" plays and the fans cheer for one of their favorites.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, the challenger. He weighs two hundred and thirty five pounds. From Albuquerque, New Mexico… MIKEY MASSACRE!

Mikey glad hands the fans at ringside, but he is focused on this match, and regaining the Carolinas title.

"Cocky" takes over, and the fans pop again. It looks like they'll have trouble picking a favorite in this match.

JENNY JERSEY: His opponent, now wrestling out of Durham, North Carolina. He weighs two hundred and thirty pounds, and he is your REBEL Pro Carolinas Champion…
“THE SHOW” CHAD KURTIS!

Kurtis slides into the ring and goes eye to eye with Massacre. There is respect here, but the title means a lot to both men. Plus, they know how brutal
they're going to have to be to win this match. Pinfalls won't be enough, the competitor will have to answer a ten count after the fall. If he can't get
to his feet before ten, he loses. Falls count anywhere. Referee Dale McDonald holds the Carolinas title up for the fans to see, then hands it to the timekeeper.
He calls for the bell, and the two men lock up. Massacre goes for a quick roll up, and gets three! He looks shocked, but then McDonald starts the ten count.
He rolls his eyes as he remembers the rules, and Kurtis does a kip up on five, and gives his opponent a smirk. Massacre shakes his head and they lock up
again, and this time Massacre goes for a headlock. Kurtis tries to push out of it, but Massacre puts on the breaks, and gets a headlock takedown. Kurtis
rolls Massacre onto his back, Massacre lets go and gets to his feet, but Kurtis is up first, and he takes Massacre down with a dropkick. Massacre lands
hard on his back, and seems to favor his neck after that fall. Kurtis goes for a standing shooting star press on his fallen foe, but Massacre gets his
knees up, and Kurtis has all the air driven out of his lungs. Massacre hauls Kurtis up, then hits him with an atomic drop! Massacre follows up with a bulldog,
and Kurtis is driven face first into the mat! He goes for a cover! One.. two... Kurtis kicks out and rolls out of the ring. Massacre slides out after him,
whips Kurtis around and boots him in the gut. Kurtis is doubled over, and Massacre whips him hard into the guard rail! Massacre follows that up with a
dropkick, and Kurtis is down! Massacre covers! One.. two... Three! Massacre gets a fall, and McDonald starts the ten count! One... two... three... No kip
up this time, but Kurtis is pulling himself to his feet... four... five... Kurtis is up, and he's still able to go. Massacre lays in with chops to the
champion, Kurtis fires back with chops of his own, Massacre lands a headbutt, and Kurtis is sent back into the guard rail. Massacre charges forward for
a clothesline... Kurtis catches him and drops him across the guard rail! Massacre clutches at his throat as Kurtis nails Massacre with a reverse STO! He
goes for a cover! One.. two.. Three! McDonald starts the count! One.. two.. three... four... five... Massacre is back to his feet, but his neck is hurting
him.

Kurtis whips Massacre towards the ringpost, Massacre reverses, Kurtis leaps up onto the ring apron, then turns and flies off onto Massacre with a cross
body! Massacre ducks it, and Kurtis lands smack on the floor! Massacre is digging under the ring, and he pulls out a table. This gets a pop from half the
crowd, while the other half cheers Kurtis as he struggles to his feet. Massacre sets the table up at ringside and turns to Kurtis, who is climbing back
in the ring. Massacre slides back into the ring and cuts Kurtis down with a clothesline. Massacre hauls Kurtis up and sets him up for a power bomb! Massacre's
going to powerbomb Kurtis out of the ring and through the table on the floor... Kurtis peppers Massacre's forehead with punches... Massacre drops Kurtis,
who nails an enzugiri! Massacre slumps to the mat, and Kurtis covers... One.. two... three! And now the ten count. Massacre's eyes are glazed over, and
his neck is taking even more damage tonight. One... two... three... four... five... six... seven... Massacre rolls to his knees, and pulls himself up with
the ropes. He makes it up just in time, but he looks groggy after the shot to the head. Kurtis charges forward, looking to finish this defense off... Massacre
ducks down and gets a back body drop on Kurtis.. Kurtis sent up and over the top rope...

And through the table on the floor! The table explodes into splinters as the fans are on their feet! Massacre is slow to respond. He goes to the ring apron
and dives off with an elbow drop onto Kurtis! And a cover! One... two... three!! McDonald begins the ten count! One... two... three... four... five...
six... seven... eight... Kurtis has dragged himself to his feet just in time for McDonald to reach nine. Massacre lays in with forearm shots to the face
of Kurtis, who has a cut opened up on his forehead. Massacre hauls off and smashes him with one final shot, and Kurtis stumbles into the timekeepers table.
Massacre pursues... Kurtis has grabbed a chair, and he hucks it right in the face of the challenger! Massacre is stunned, and Kurtis takes him down with
a leg lariat! Kurtis to the ring apron, and comes off with a moonsault! He goes for a pin! One.. two... Massacre gets a shoulder up!

Kurtis now hunting under the ring... and he drags out a ladder! He looks to set it up, but Massacre is struggling to his feet.. Kurtis rams the ladder into
Massacre's face! His head snaps back, and he slumps to the ground. Kurtis sets the ladder up and starts to climb. Massacre crawls to his knees, then over
to the ladder. He starts to climb the other side of the ladder. Both men are bleeding now, and both men are at the top of the ladder. Kurtis tries to knock
Massacre off the ladder, but Massacre keeps a firm grip. He fires back with punches of his own. The ladder teeters as the two men fight for the upper hand.
The fans in the front row scurry in anticipation of a fall. Massacre fires off some rapid fire punches, and Kurtis looks ready to drop off... Kurtis hauls
off and clocks Massacre with a haymaker... Massacre lunges forward with a headbutt on Kurtis... Kurtis swings at Massacre... Massacre ducks... and now
the ladder finally tips over! Massacre and Kurtis take a huge fall into the front row, and the fans go nuts. McDonald is right there to see if either man
makes a cover, but neither of them are moving. Massacre is the first to stir, and he drapes an arm over Kurtis' torso! One.. two... Three! McDonald starts
the count!

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!

FOUR!!

FIVE!!

SIX!!

SEVEN!!

EIGHT!!

Kurtis using chairs to pull himself to his feet, but he barely makes the count! Massacre is annoyed to be sure, but he knows the stakes. But Kurtis knows
they’re even bigger for him. Not just his title, but a shot at the NAPW World title as well. Massacre folds up a chair, and smacks it down over the head
of the champion! Kurtis sinks to one knee, and Massacre looks ready to finish him off with one more shot... Kurtis blocks it! He boots Massacre in the
gut, and wrestles the chair away from him... Kurtis smacks Massacre over the head with the chair, and now Massacre's knees are buckling. Kurtis goes for
another shot... Massacre with a boot to the gut, Kurtis drops the chair, Massacre hip tosses Kurtis over the guard rail and back to ringside. Massacre
climbs over the guard rail, but Kurtis is back up and he hits the Starmaker onto the fallen ladder! Massacre is cut up even worse now, and Kurtis goes
for a cover. One.. two.. Three!! And now Kurtis stands back and waits as McDonald makes the count! ONE!! TWO!! THREE!! FOUR!! FIVE!! SIX!! SEVEN!! EIGHT!!
Massacre somehow has made it to his feet! He doesn't look like he knows where he is, but he's standing, and the count is stopped. Kurtis with a boot to
the gut, and Massacre is doubled over... Kurtis goes for the CK Finale!

MASSACRE BLOCKS IT!! He turns it into an Alabama Slam! Kurtis laid flat on the floor! Massacre to the ring apron, and now to the second rope... FROG SPLASH!!
He lands on Chad's head, but he's too close to the guard rail, and Massacre's head smacks into is as well. He rolls off of Kurtis and onto his back, but
still has one arm across Kurtis. But Kurtis has one arm across Massacre, so McDonald makes the double pin! One.. two... three!! And now he starts the count,
but he's counting out both men!

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!

FOUR!!

FIVE!!

SIX!!

Both men are on their knees now.

SEVEN!!

EIGHT!!

The blood loss as well as the beatings are taking their toll. Massacre is to his feet!!

NINE!!

Kurtis is up as we- He falls back down!

TEN!!

JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner, and NEW Carolinas Champion: MIKEY MASSACRE!!

Some disappointment from the Kurtis fans, but both men get a good ovation. Officials are out to help them to the back as the fans chant : "Thank You Mikey,
Thank You Chad". But in the end, we have a new Carolina’s champion!

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Merrytime Massacre II
12/02/2008
Three Way Dance for a Carolinas Title Shot: Vincent Black vs "Sick" Billy Kryenik vs Stone Zellor

Mikey Massacre walks out to the stage as the crowd erupts in cheers. No music plays, but he takes a second at the stage to admire his Christmas tree. He
has his ring gear on, and is wearing a REBEL shirt. He smirks as he begins his walk down the ramp, Carolinas Championship draped across his shoulder.

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the Carolinas Champion...MIKEY MASSACRE!

Massacre tags some of the fan's hands as he passes by, making his way over to the announcer's table. He sets the belt up on the table and sits down next
to Martinez, putting on a headset.

ROB MARTINEZ: Welcome Champ. It’ll be my pleasure to call this match with you.

MIKEY MASSACRE: This is going to be fun. Working with a pro like you, being amongst these great fans, and seeing three men beat the hell outta one another.
"Carbomb" by The Acacia Strain rips throughout the arena as the crowd overwhelms the song with boos. Vincent Black steps out to the stage with a confident
look on his face. He looks over at Mikey's Christmas tree and shakes his head in disgust. Black makes his way down the entrance ramp.

JENNY JERSEY: The following contest is a three way qualifier match where the winner will go on to face Mikey Massacre for the Carolinas Championship later
tonight! Introducing first, from Glens Falls, New York! Weighing in at three hundred forty-one pounds...VINCENT BLACK!

ROB MARTINEZ: Here comes one half of the Best of the Best Tag Tournament winners. As part of Hardcore Entertainment, Vincent Black has definitely left his
mark on REBEL.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Yeah, and he is a big damn douche bag too. Guy walks around like his shit don’t stink, cause he hangs out with Bubba and the Ninjas! He
thinks he is SO much better than everyone. Tonight, he gets to prove it.

The crowd continues to boo as Black makes his way up the steps and to the apron. He looks over at Massacre and smiles, pointing to the championship, signifying
that he will have it at the end of the night. Black steps in to the ring and taunts the crowd as his music fades out.

"Connection" by Elastica hits the arena as the crowd erupts in cheers. Stone Zellor steps out to the stage, absorbing the crowd's love for him. He makes
his way down the ramp, tagging fan's hands as he passes by.

JENNY JERSEY: Making his way to the ring...from Staten Island, New York! Weighing in at one hundred seventy-eight pounds...STONE ZELLOR!

ROB MARTINEZ: This man has been a gold magnet in the past. A former NAPW Heritage Champ, former NAPW Tag Champ and a Three time REBEL World Tag Team Champion.
Also holds the unofficial PIMP Championship.

MIKEY MASSACRE: His credentials are impressive, but you gotta question the mans integrity after what he did last week in Canada. The crowd here don’t really
care what he did in Canada, but me.. I see him different now. But, you can’t question the mans lust for gold, or his passion. You gotta give the devil
his due in the talent department too.. he has mad skills.

Zellor continues his walk down the ramp, taunts the crowd, who pops in cheers. Then slides in to the ring as his music fades out.

"The Way Of The Fist" by Five Finger Death Punch hits the arena, but is instantly drowned out by the crowd's cheers. Billy Kryenik steps out to the stage
wearing a faded pair of blue jeans, black work boots, and the mask to cover his burns. He looks over at Mikey's Christmas tree before making his way down
the ramp...but he hesitates. He walks over to Mikey's Christmas tree, and begins to inspect it. Black, Zellor, Massacre, Martinez, everybody looks confused
as they watch Billy. Billy looks at the tree again for a second, and shrugs as he begins to walk away. An army of midgets dressed as elves come rushing
out from under the tree, each equipped with a sack full of coal. They attack Billy, bringing him down to one knee and in a defensive position before he
realizes that they're midgets. Security rushes out to stop the elves, but before they can round all of them up, Billy drills one perfectly with a boot
right to the nose, busting the elf open and knocking him out. A security member picks up the knocked out elf as Billy grabs the sack of coal. He punt kicks
it back towards the entrance area, then continues his walk down the ramp, feeling the effects of the midget's attack.

JENNY JERSEY: On his way to the ring...hailing from Windsor, Ontario! Weighing in at two hundred thirty-eight pounds..."SICK" BILLY KRYENIK!

Billy continues his walk down the ramp, still unable to hear his own music over the crowd's cheers. He slowly slides under the bottom rope, holding his
ribs after the attack. He gets back to his feet as the music fades out.

MIKEY MASSACRE: I don’t like that at all. Rex demanded no more attacks, and we have Elves attacking people. This smells awfully fishy to me.

ROB MARTINEZ: Billy is a former NAPW Tag Champion and a former Canada Cup Tournament winner. He has to be off his game a bit, and even slightly injured
after that incident though.

Alan Stone calls for the opening bell, and a brawl instantly ensues. All three men attack at random swinging violent rights at each other. Zellor with a
right to Black, as Kryenik delivers a right to Zellor! Black with a hard right to Kryenik! Zellor boots Kryenik in the gut as Black shoves Zellor away
from him! Black rushes at Zellor for a lariat, but Zellor ducks under...dropkick from behind by Zellor! Zellor turns back towards Kryenik...Hot Salvation...but
Zellor catches the foot! Kryenik swings the other leg up, enziguri! Black is on all fours about to get up, and Kryenik quickly mounts Black, swinging hard
lefts and rights to Black's face from behind! Black swings up an elbow, connecting with Kryenik's jaw, and Kryenik stumbles back. Black returns to his
feet with an irate look on his face...big boot on Kryenik! Zellor gets back up and is instantly met with a double choke grip from Black. Black elevates
Zellor...but Zellor boots him in the gut...DDT counter! Kryenik makes his way back to his feet, but is instantly booted by Zellor. Zellor with a front
face lock...and he hooks the leg looking for the Stone's Throw! Black is back up and grabs Zellor with a rear waist lock as Zellor as Kryenik elevated...German
suplex on Zellor as he hits Kryenik with the Stone's Throw! Zellor and Kryenik both roll to the outside as the crowd erupts in boos!

ROB MARTINEZ: What a combination of moves! I’ve never seen a German Suplex- Stone’s Throw Combo. This match is an all out war!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Damn man, these three are going for broke. I have never favorite here, I just hope the winner is actually able to face me later.

Black climbs out of the ring as Zellor crawls towards the apron. Black grabs Zellor by the waist to lift him up, but Zellor has found a chair under the
ring...CRACK! Zellor with a huge chair shot to Black's skull! Black stumbles back, and Zellor tosses him the chair. Black catches it...dropkick in to the
chair, and Black falls back, flipping over the guardrail and in to the crowd! Kryenik slides in to the ring as Zellor grabs the chair. Zellor nears the
apron with the chair...baseball slide by Kryenik, sending the chair in to Zellor's face! Kryenik quickly climbs out of the ring and picks Zellor up. He
rolls Zellor in to the ring and grabs the chair as Black uses the guardrail to pull himself back up. CRACK! Kryenik drills Black hard in the skull with
the chair, forcing the big man to the floor, still in the crowd! Kryenik drops the chair and slides back in to the ring.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Black will damn sure remember this night... well, if he doesn’t suffer a “Black Out”.

ROB MARTINEZ: (sarcastically) REBEL is no place for puns Mr. Massacre!

MIKEY MASSACRE: (with double sarcasm) Why not? They named the event after me!

Kryenik waits for Zellor to get back up. Boot to Zellor's gut, and Kryenik quickly applies the double underhook! Zellor quickly uses all of his strength
to force Kryenik back first in to the corner, forcing Kryenik to release Zellor's arms. Zellor with a discus clothesline, but Kryenik ducks it...spike
DDT by Kryenik! And he makes the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THR...NO!

Zellor gets the shoulder up! The crowd erupts in cheers for Zellor and Kryenik. Kryenik stalks Zellor, waiting for him to return to his feet, not knowing
that Black has made his way back in to the ring, sledgehammer in hand! Black spins Kryenik around...hammer to the gut! Kryenik folds over and falls to
the mat! Zellor slowly makes his way to his feet as Black readies to crack him in the skull with the hammer! Zellor is up, and Black comes at him with
the hammer...but Zellor ducks under! Zellor with a kick to the groin from behind and Black drops the hammer as he folds over in pain! Zellor quickly picks
up the hammer...Russian legsweep on Black, using the hammer for assistance! Zellor quickly covers Black!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

Black kicks out!

ROB MARTINEZ: Some great innovation here tonight! These three men are putting on a Hardcore Classic.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Looks like we have company.

Zellor slides out of the ring and makes his way to the announcer's table. He grabs the ring bell and slides back in to the ring. Black gets to his feet,
and he's met with a shot from the ring bell to the skull! Kryenik gets back to his feet as Zellor comes at him with the ring bell, but Kryenik delivers
a vicious knee lift! Then a hard right to Zellor's gut. Kryenik with the double underhook as Zellor drops the bell...THE DRY LAKE ON TO THE RING BELL!!!
And Zellor is busted open! Kryenik crawls for the cover, but exhaustion has gotten to him. He slowly crawls...and he finally has the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

Black breaks up the pinfall just before the three count!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Stone Zellor has to be in a world of pain. A move like that, on a bell... it’s not something I’d try for less than ten bucks.

Kryenik gets back to his feet...hard right to Black! And Black retaliates with a hard right of his own! Another right from Kryenik...and another right from
Black! Kryenik with a dropkick to the knee, sending Black down to one knee! Kryenik hits the far ropes and comes at Black with a lariat...but Black with
a throat grip off the rebound! Black returns to his feet and elevates Kryenik! He carries Kryenik over to the ropes...Kryenik breaks the grip and falls,
grabbing Black by the head...stun gun on the top rope as Kryenik falls to the outside! Black stumbles back and turns around as Zellor gets back up. Zellor
with a boot to Black's gut...Zellorification! Alan Stone checks on Black as Zellor applies more pressure! Zellor is trying desperately to hold the grapevine
leglock around the big man as Kryenik uses the apron to get back to his feet! Stone checks on Black again, but Black is still hanging on! Kryenik climbs
to the top rope. He dives off...THE EXPLODER WHALE! But Zellor still has the submission locked on! Kryenik runs at Zellor...punt kick to the skull, and
Zellor finally releases the hold! Black rolls off of Zellor in pain as Kryenik makes the cover on Zellor!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

Zellor gets the shoulder up!

ROB MARTINEZ: These men are hellbent on punishing each other at the full extent of the REBEL law. Quite a scene here in the REBEL Arena.

MIKEY MASSACRE: We got some of the crowd chanting for Stone, some of the crowd chanting for Billy, and all of the crowd wanting Black to be embarrassed.
Kryenik picks up Zellor as Black rolls out of the ring. Kryenik whips Zellor in to the far ropes...waits for the rebound...HOT SALVATION...but Zellor ducks
it! Kryenik turns to Zellor...backhand slap, followed by the discus clothesline! Both Zellor and Kryenik are down, as Black looks under the ring. Black
slides an assortment of weapons in to the ring...a garbage can, kendo sticks, and a wrench. He makes his way over to the ring steps, pulling the top half
up and sliding them in to the ring. Black slides in as well, and quickly grabs a kendo stick. Zellor slowly gets back up...THWACK! Kendo stick to the skull!
Kryenik makes his way back to his feet, and he too is met with the kendo stick to the skull, cracking the stick in half! Black tosses the stick down and
reaches for the wrench. Before he actually grabs it, a smirk comes to his face. The crowd deafens the arena with boos as Black slides back out of the ring.
He reaches under the apron again, this time pulling out a table! He slides the table in to the ring and again looks under the apron...for a second table!
He slides the second table in to the ring and hesitates as he looks around at the crowd. He smiles again as he makes his way to the guardrail. He grabs
a bottle of beer from one of the fans in the front row. Black slides back in to the ring as Kryenik uses the ropes to pull himself up, still feeling the
effects of the midgets from earlier! Kryenik is to his feet...CRACK! And he falls back to the mat, blood soaking through the mask after a vicious bottle
shot to the skull from Black! Black tosses the remainder of the bottle to the outside. He grabs one of the tables and begins to set it up.

MIKEY MASSACRE: This is my kind of match here. I’m itching to get in and hurt someone too.

ROB MARTINEZ: Take it easy, you’ll have your chance later.

Black positions the table near the corner, placing the garbage can on top of it as Zellor stumbles back to his feet, face covered in his own blood. Black
grabs Zellor and drags him to the corner. Black lifts Zellor, positioning him on the top rope, sitting, facing the crowd. Black steps out to the apron
and climbs to the top rope! He grabs Zellor, brings him in position for a powerbomb...but Zellor with a hard right...and a second! And Zellor falls back,
holding Black's head, and using his momentum...SITDOWN FACEBUSTER THROUGH THE TABLE! All three men are down as the crowd begins to chant "REBEL, REBEL"!
Stone checks on Kryenik who is holding his left eye. Referee Alan Stone waves for the EMTs to come out, but before they can make it to the ring, Kryenik
is back to his feet with the wrench in his hand. He uncovers his eye to show a small shard of glass sticking out of his mask just above his eye. Kryenik
pulls the glass out and falls to one knee as Zellor returns to his feet. Zellor leans against the ropes and starts to make his way to Kryenik. Kryenik
turns to Zellor...WACK! Zellor is drilled hard in the skull with the wrench and falls between the ropes to the outside!

MIKEY MASSACRE: That’s some sick shit there. Billy is living up to his name.

ROB MARTINEZ: Only the first match of the night.. but what the hell... LET REBEL REIGN!

Kryenik rolls Black over and brings the wrench down repetitively in to Black's forehead! He busts Black open, but Black is able to push Kryenik off of him.
Black slowly gets to his feet but is met with a hard knee lift from Kryenik...and a second! Kryenik with hard body shots, and another knee lift! Kryenik
backs off...HOT SALVATION...and Black falls back in to the ropes! He comes forward...Kryenik with a boot to the got...double underhook...THE DRY LAKE!
Both men are down as Zellor pulls himself up using the apron. He climbs up on to the apron, and to the top rope...diving headbutt on Kryenik! Zellor makes
the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THR...NO!

Kryenik gets his shoulder up! Zellor slowly gets back up. He grabs the other table and sets it up, right in the center of the ring. He turns around to see
Kryenik getting to his feet, and Zellor locks in the Zellorification! Stone checks on Kryenik as Black tries to uses the ropes to pull himself back up.
Black grabs the ring bell as Kryenik looks ready to tap! Kryenik's hand is in the air... Alan Stone is getting ready to call for the bell! CRACK! Black
drills Zellor with the bell! Zellor releases the hold as Kryenik rolls off. Black tosses the bell to the outside as the crowd again shows their hatred
for him, resounding in boos! Black picks Kryenik back up and whips him hard in to the corner. Black follows in...big splash! Black hits the far ropes as
Kryenik stumbles out. Black comes at Kryenik, but Kryenik drops down catching Black with a drop toe hold, planting Black chest first on the middle rope!
Kryenik climbs out to the apron...runs the apron...legdrop across the back of Black's neck! Black falls back in to the ring as Kryenik slides back in.
He makes the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

Black rolls the shoulder just before the three count!

ROB MARTINEZ: This match is just brutal. When will it end?

Kryenik can't believe it. He gets back to his feet and picks up Zellor. He pulls Zellor to the center of the ring, but Zellor is able to boot him in the
gut...bridging fisherman's suplex!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

Kryenik kicks out! Kryenik gets back up, as does Zellor. Kryenik swings with a right, but Zellor ducks it. Kryenik turns back to Zellor, also ducking a
right from Zellor! He reaches around Zellor, grabbing the wrists. Kryenik straight jacket's him, and falls to a sitdown position! Kryenik reaches forward,
grabbing the legs for a pin!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

Black from out of nowhere breaks up the three count! Kryenik gets back to his feet and delivers hard right after hard right to Black! Kryenik hits the far
ropes. He returns to jump at Black with a forearm, but Black catches him with a double choke grip...CHOKEBOMB ON TO THE RING STEPS! Black picks up Zellor
and grabs him with the double choke grip! He lifts Zellor up and brings him to the table, but Zellor struggles and begins to flip over Black! NO! Zellor
hooks the double underhook and uses his momentum to perform a sunset flip, still holding the underhook! Stone attempts to make the count, but Zellor rolls
back, forcing Black in a sitting position, and Zellor grapevines the legs for the Zellorification! The crowd erupts in cheers as Zellor applies more pressure!
Alan Stone checks on Black who appears to be almost out of it! Kryenik slowly gets up. He rushes over to Zellor and kicks him off of Black just before
Black passes out! Black rolls out to the floor as Zellor returns to his feet. Kryenik and Zellor exchange rights, both connecting! Kryenik hits the ropes.
He returns, leaps at Zellor, but Zellor launches him over the top rope...and Kryenik with a senton flip on to Black who was just getting back up! The crowd
erupts in frantic cheers for Kryenik as he slowly gets up and shows his appreciation to the crowd. He turns back to the apron to see Zellor diving off
at him, but he catches Zellor...and he rams him back first in to the apron!

Kryenik rolls Zellor back in to the ring and quickly follows in. He stalks Zellor, waiting for him to get back up. Black slowly pulls himself up using the
guardrail on the outside as Zellor slowly gets back up in the ring. Kryenik boots Zellor in the gut as Black slides back in to the ring! Kryenik lifts
Zellor...brainbuster! The crowd continues their cheers as Kryenik notices Black. He rushes at Black and drills him with a knee lift...and a second! Kryenik
with a series of body blows! Another knee lift! More body blows! And Kryenik hooks the arms! He's looking for The Dry Lake! Black breaks the double underhook...and
he drills Kryenik with a sitdown spinebuster! Black goes for the cover but suddenly hesitates as he looks over at the set up table. He smirks as he drags
the table near the corner. He grabs Kryenik with one hand around the skull and drags him over towards the table. He picks Kryenik back up and lays him
on the table!

ROB MARTINEZ: This doesn’t look good for anyone.

Black climbs out to the apron and slowly makes his way to the top rope. He tries to hold his balance as Zellor slowly gets back up. Zellor rushes to the
corner and drills Black with a hard forearm, forcing him to a sitdown position! Zellor climbs up and nails Black with another series of forearms before
applying a front face lock! Zellor tries to fall back, but Black holds the ropes! Zellor uses all of his strength, but Black continues to hold the ropes!
Black hits Zellor hard in the kidney with a right hand, forcing Zellor to release the face lock! Black stands on the top rope and grabs Zellor in a powerbomb
position! He lifts Zellor up, but Zellor struggles, hitting Black with a right...and another! Black staggers...but he regains composure...THE NEW HOPE
ON TO KRYENIK THROUGH THE TABLE! Black falls back to the mat and slowly tries to make his way over to make the cover! He crawls, and he gets an arm across
both Zellor and Kryenik!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Alan Stone calls for the bell, which is in the ring. Black rolls to the outside falling to the floor.

JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner, and the new number one contender for the Carolinas Championship...VINCENT BLACK!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Well, Black showed some toughness. Now, later.. we’ll see if he has any BALLS!

Black uses the apron to pull himself back up and grabs the bag he brought to the ring. He pulls out a flare gun and slides back in to the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: What the hell... someone get security out here... he can’t do that to a human being!

Alan Stone signals for security as Black lifts Kryenik to a sitting position. He aims the gun at Kryenik's head as security rushes out. Black pulls the
trigger, but instead of a flare, a flag pops out that has "BANG!" written on it! Security stops as Black drops the gun and again rolls to the outside.
He makes his way over to the announcer's table and points to the Carolinas Championship sitting in front of Mikey Massacre. He signals to Mikey that he
will win the championship as the crowd erupts in boos. Black smiles as he makes his way to the back. EMT rush out to check on both Zellor and Kryenik.
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Merrytime Massacre II
12/02/2008
The Extreme Elite's Golden Moment

JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner, and NEW REBEL Pro World Heavyweight Champion... "THE RAGIN' REDNECK" BUBBA J!

Rex hands the belt to The Ragin Redneck. Security makes sure Nick Everhardt leaves the ring without incident. Rex leaves the ring and lets the new champ
have his time. Bubba then sees down the aisle, his buddies. Each carrying a title belt. Each man carrying some beers. Inferno, Shoe, Vincent Black, they
enter the cage. All laughing. All smiling. All getting booed. They give Bubba a beer, and each man hits a corner.

Shoe opens his beer, drinks it, holds his belt up high.

Black follows with the same format, as the crowds boos get even louder. The building is hot, and not because of the heater being turned up neither.

Inferno does another beer swilling, title raising motion.

Three men holding belts high as they can, drinking beer in the corners of a barbwire cage.

Then Bubba does. The four men come down and bump beer cans as the fans leave disgusted with the disrespectful Extreme Elite.

ROB MARTINEZ: I’ve seen a lot in my day but I’ve never seen a group of wrestlers dominate like this. This is Rob Martinez signing off. Apparently the Extreme
Elite are indeed just that. The Elite!

As the crowd leaves we focus in on a sign. It’s left on the floor. It simply reads... CRIMES WHO!

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Supershow VI
12/09/2008
Falls Count Anywhere Ultimate Attrition: The Extreme Elite vs The Hardcore Rebels

JENNY JERSEY: Fans, the intermission will be ending in two minutes so grab your seats for our double main-event ---

Jenny's ordinary announcement is cut off by the not-so-ordinary sight of a beaten up, bloodied GREAT PUMA II getting dragged through the curtain by SHOE
and BUBBA J. INFERNO and VINCENT BLACK follow behind, The Extreme Elite with the Puma II. Many fans followed the promos on NAPW and REBEL's youtube.com
channels are aware of what Puma did to Hardcore Drinking and its bartender, Heidi, in an effort to show how "hardcore" he could be. The fans don't like
the Extreme Elite, but they weren't too thrilled with Puma hitting a woman either, and some are cheering as the EE toss PUMA's rag-doll body into the ring.
Bubba J spits chaw onto PUMA's mask-covered face, then Shoe gets down and just pounds him in the face with piston-like right hands. "YOU WANT TO HIT A LADY-TYPE?
HUH? YOU SON OF A BITCH!" Shoe gets up, delivering a vicious stomp. Inferno drives a sick kneedrop into the man's face, and then Bubba yells GET HIM UP!
The REBEL Pro Tag Team Champions pull Puma up... STUNNER! Trailer Park Trash! Puma just sags down, what have the Extreme Elite been doing to him since
they abducted him earlier in the evening?

Inferno, Shoe and Bubba slide out of the ring, rooting for weapons. Vincent Black scoops up PUMA, the big man of the Elite holding up PUMA. "So you want
to be hardcore? You're sure not enetertaining." Bubba J slides into the ring and pops open a steel chair. Black hoists the unresisting PUMA up...

NEW HOPE ONTO THE OPEN CHAIR!

Some of the crowd cheer, but the level of violence being displayed is making many fans uncomfortable. Perhaps it's over?

Nah.

Inferno and Shoe toss a couple more chairs to Bubba and Vincent in the ring. They open them up, facing each other. Inferno and Shoe then pull out and slide
in... oh no. A sheet of PLATE GLASS. The Great Alaskan Ninja! place the glass on the chair seats, making a deadly table of sorts! All four members of the
Extreme Elite grab a limb of The Great Puma II, holding him on top of the glass? What are they doing ... ? OH NO! THE ELITE COUNT THREE AND TOSS HIM HIGH
INTO THE AIR! PUMA SAILS UP HIGH...

And then gravity takes over and brings back SMASHING THROUGH THE PLATE GLASS!

The fans don't like Puma, but they're booing the Extreme Elite. Enough is ENOUGH. Thank God this is over...

Oh no. Inferno just told everybody to stay in the ring, he has a great idea apparently. He comes up with a box from under the ring. He reaches in, and pulls
out... no. NO. NO! Inferno has a jerry can of GASOLINE! He tosses it to Bubba J, then pulls out a smaller jerry can, tosses it to Shoe. Inferno pulls out...
a BOX OF MATCHES.

Shoe and Bubba douse PUMA with gasoline, this is too far! Somebody stop this! The crowd is booing like hell! PUMA was wrong but he doesn't deserve this!
SOMEBODY HELP! SOMEBODY --- THE CROWD SCREAMS!

BUT NOT IN HORROR! IN RELIEF!

BILL HEWSON: HERE COME THE HARDCORE REBELS! OH MY GOD! BRAWL! A REFEREE! HERE IS--- THE MATCH!

The three remaining members of the Hardcore Rebels rush to the ring. Extreme Elite see them coming and stop their attack on Puma to prepare for the fight.
Everhardt slides in to the ring and instantly pounces on Bubba J, connecting with a series of hard rights. McDonald rushes down to the ring as Mikey ducks
under a clothesline from Black and dishes out forearm shots to the skull. Kryenik slides in to the ring with his rabbit, and ducks under a double clothesline
from Inferno and Shoe. Kryenik boots Shoe in the gut, and follows with a hard right hook to Inferno. He delivers a hook to Shoe, and a second to Inferno
as security helps Puma out of the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: The REBELs may be short-handed here, but they sure don't seem to care! They're taking the fight right to The Extreme Elite!

BILL HEWSON: And thank God they came out when they did! Great Puma II a very, very lucky individual!

Mikey nails Black with a running forearm, knocking the big man out of the ring. Everhardt whips Bubba in to the ropes and hits him with a vicious clothesline
sending him over the top rope and to the outside. Inferno and Shoe finally get on the same page, trying to corner Kryenik. Kryenik sets his rabbit carrier
down as Shoe rushes in...drop toe hold on Shoe! Inferno rushes at Kryenik, and he too is met with a drop toe hold! Kryenik grabs the rabbit carrier and
slides out of the ring as Everhardt leaps over the top rope...flipping, senton on Bubba J! Mikey climbs to the top rope as Kryenik makes his way to the
announcer's table. Flying Crossbody on Black from Mikey! Kryenik pulls the rabbit out of the carrier, and Jack Jones slides his chair closer to Hewson.
Kryenik sets the rabbit on the announcer's table and pulls out a mini-headset from the carrier. He hooks up the headset and puts it on the rabbit.

JACK JONES: She kinda looks like some of the women that you've dated, Rob!

ROB MARTINEZ: I don't know about that...but this is definitely a different experience. Looks like we're being joined at commentary by "Sick" Billy's rabbit!
Everhardt picks up Bubba, but is met with a thumb to the eye. Bubba drills him with a hard right before slamming Everhardt back first in to the guardrail.
Mikey has Black back to his feet and sends him crashing hard in to the ring steps. Inferno and Shoe both slide out of the ring. Inferno nails Billy with
a devastating right followed by a hip toss. Inferno and Shoe take turns stomping at Kryenik as Bubba clotheslines Everhardt in to the crowd! Mikey comes
at Black with a clothesline, but Black ducks it. He waits for Mikey to turn back around...overhead belly to belly on the hard floor outside!

BILL HEWSON: That can't feel good after last week's Carolinas Championship match!

ROB MARTINEZ: Mikey's a fighter though...you can't count him out just yet!

JACK JONES: Anyone have a carrot?

BILL HEWSON: Stop messing around with the rabbit, Jack.

JACK JONES: If the thing isn't going to speak, the least we could do is feed it!

Everhardt pulls himself up from the floor, but Bubba grabs him by the head and smashes his face repetitively in to the guardrail. Inferno picks up Kryenik
just long enough for him and Shoe to deliver a hard double suplex on the floor outside! Mikey slowly gets back to his feet, using the guardrail to pull
himself back up. Black comes at Mikey for a big boot, but Mikey ducks it...crotching Black on the guardrail! Mikey hits a couple of forearm shots on Black,
leaving him dazed. Mikey climbs up the ring steps...dropkick on Black, and Black falls in to the crowd! Mikey slides in to the ring as Inferno and Shoe
continue their assault on Kryenik. Mikey with a running start...baseball slide on Shoe! Mikey follows through, sliding out of the ring. He ducks a right
from Inferno...and pulls him down with an inverted sitdown facebuster! Kryenik returns to his feet and follows the guardrail to the other side of the ring.
Bubba with a clothesline...but Kryenik ducks it! Kryenik with a boot to the gut...the double underhook...looking for The Dry Lake! Bubba sees it coming
and breaks the underhook, elevating Kryenik for a back body drop, but Kryenik rolls through with a sunset flip for the pin!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

ROB MARTINEZ: Kryenik always pinned the champion! That would be the second time that he's scored the victory over Bubba J!

JACK JONES: The key words are "would be". If near falls counted as wins back when I was wrestling, my impressive win record...it would have been simply
amazing!

BILL HEWSON: Your loss record might have reached the same number if that was the case, Jack.

JACK JONES: No one asked for your opinion. Just call the match, Bill.

ROB MARTINEZ: Bill, just ignore him. Jack, play with the rabbit.

Jack Jones has gotten a cracker from a fan, and is feeding it to the rabbit as Inferno and Shoe try to battle off Mikey. Black tries to make his way over
to help Bubba, but is met with a clothesline from Everhardt. Everhardt climbs over the guardrail and slides back in to the ring as Mikey knocks Inferno
down with a dropkick. He ducks under a right from Shoe and kicks him hard in the gut. Mikey lifts Shoe in to the air with a front facelock and drops him
chest first across the guardrail. He holds on to the front facelock, pulls Shoe forward, extending the body, using the guardrail to keep Shoe elevated.
Everhardt climbs to the top rope and leaps off...landing on Shoe's back with a double stomp as Mikey follows through with a DDT!

ROB MARTINEZ: Impressive combination by Everhardt and Massacre!

BILL HEWSON: It sure was. But can they follow up?

Jack continues to feed the rabbit crackers as Kryenik tries to fend off both the Carolinas and the World Heavyweight Champion. He dodges a right from Bubba
only to be drilled from a clothesline by Black. Mikey grabs Shoe and leads him up the entrance ramp. Everhardt picks up Inferno and crotches him on the
guardrail before following Mikey and Shoe. They reach the stage, and Mikey smashes Shoe's face in to the scaffolding set up. Shoe bounces off, dazed, spins
around...flapjack by Everhardt on to the stage! Black picks Kryenik up and lifts him with the double choke grip. Kryenik struggles, drilling Black with
hard shots to the head! Kryenik wraps his legs around Black's head, but Bubba nails Kryenik with a hard forearm to the back. Bubba pulls the upper half
of Kryenik's body down and applies a reverse facelock. Kryenik kicks Black in the face...and kicks off of Black, using the momentum to flip over Bubba
for a reverse DDT! Kryenik uses the rail to pull himself back up. He picks up Bubba...double underhook...THE DRY LAKE! But he's too worn down to make the
cover!

ROB MARTINEZ: What a match so far! It looks like Inferno has made it to the opposite side of the crowd now, making his way towards the stage!

JACK JONES: A match? Please. I remember back when I was wrestling, a real match went for thirty minutes easily!

BILL HEWSON: That's actually true, Rob. They were called four way eliminations and Jack over here, he would spend five minutes in the match, the other twenty
five he would watch after he was eliminated!

JACK JONES: Don't listen to him, Rob. At least I actually stepped in to that ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: Guys...we have a match here? Think we can just call the action?

Up on the stage, Everhardt lifts Shoe up with a front facelock. He slams him back to the stage with a front sitdown suplex as Mikey begins to scale the
scaffolding. Everhardt notices Inferno approaching, and instantly goes after him. Everhardt climbs over the railing in to the crowd and meets Inferno with
a hard right, forcing Inferno to spin away from Everhardt. Everhardt grabs Inferno by the shoulder, spins him around...THWACK! Inferno drills Everhardt
with a chair shot! Inferno picks Everhardt back up and is demanding that the fans move out of the way! He lifts Everhardt up...suplex on to the open chairs!
Inferno picks up the chair he hit Everhardt with as Mikey reaches the top of the scaffolding.

ROB MARTINEZ: I don't think that Mikey notices that Inferno is making his way towards Shoe!

Mikey leaps off just as Inferno hops the rail! Shoe rolls out of the way...THWACK! MIKEY IS DRILLED WITH THE CHAIR IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DIVE! Shoe tries
to catch his breath as Inferno notices Everhardt getting back to his feet. Inferno hops the rail and comes at Everhardt with a right, but Everhardt blocks
it! Everhardt with a right of his own! Alan Stone rushes out to call the match at the top of the stage as Dale McDonald tries to call the match near the
ring!

BILL HEWSON: We're about fifteen minutes in, and we have yet to see a pinfall!

Everhardt continues to exchange blows with Inferno as Shoe climbs in to the crowd. Everhardt blocks a shot from Shoe, and Shoe is hit with a hard right.
Inferno is hit with a hard right! Shoe finds himself behind Everhardt and tries to attack, but Everhardt blocks it, and connects with a back elbow! Everhardt
comes at Inferno with a right...but Inferno uses a fan to shield himself, forcing Everhardt to hold back!

JACK JONES: Genius move by Inferno! Everhardt would never hit one of his loyal fans!

Black and Kryenik both return to their feet, and Black instantly rams Kryenik in to the guardrail. Black double grips the throat, lifts Kryenik up, and
the fans in front row move as Black chokebombs Kryenik in to the crowd area! Black checks on Bubba as Mikey barely starts to move on the stage. Inferno
pushes the fan at Everhardt, and Everhardt tries to move them to safety...LOW BLOW BY SHOE! Everhardt falls to his knees as Inferno steals a crutch from
a fan near the guardrail. He draws back...CRACK! Inferno drives the handle of the crutch right in to Everhardt's face, busting him wide open! Shoe wraps
Everhardt up in a pin, pulling the tights for leverage!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

ROB MARTINEZ: The former World Champion is the first to be eliminated!

JENNY JERSEY: Nick Everhardt has been eliminated!

Alan Stone checks on Everhardt as Inferno and Shoe try to regain composure. Black and Bubba hop the guardrail, making their way towards Kryenik, who now
has crawled through part of the crowd, further away from the ring. Black and Bubba reach Kryenik, but Kryenik has a chair in hand! Both Black and Bubba
are cautious. Black comes at Kryenik...chair to the gut...and a hard shot to the back! Bubba kicks Kryenik in the gut, forcing him to drop the chair...DDT
on to the chair! He makes the cover as McDonald rushes to get in to position to make the count!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

ROB MARTINEZ: Kryenik kicks out!

BILL HEWSON: It's a good thing he did. If he would have been eliminated there, it would have been Mikey Massacre battling all of the Extreme Elite!

Mikey has returned to his feet on the stage, blood covering his whole face after the chair shot. He slowly makes his way to the guardrail, climbs over,
and grabs a chair. Shoe notices Mikey, but too late...THWACK! Mikey drills Shoe hard with the chair! And a second shot...and a third shot! Inferno comes
to defend Shoe, but he too is met with a vicious shot to the skull...and a second! Mikey gives out a REBEL yell as he tosses the chair to the side! He
picks Inferno up with a front facelock...front suplex on to the guardrail!

ROB MARTINEZ: It looks like Mikey's ready to get hardcore!

JACK JONES: Good rabbit...

Jack feeds the rabbit another cracker, but quickly pulls back his hand as the rabbit bit his finger.

JACK JONES: The rabbit just bit me! Where the hell's that carrier case! No more commentary for her!

Bubba and Kryenik both exchange shots as Black slowly gets back to his feet. Mikey turns around...WHACK! Chair shot from Shoe! Shoe checks on Inferno, and
both men toss Mikey over the guardrail. The drag Mikey up on to the stage, and Shoe grabs two tables from behind the scaffolding. He sets up one, and places
it in position below the scaffolding. He grabs the other, sets it up, and places side by side with the first table. Inferno picks Mikey up...and drops
him with a DDT on the stage! Inferno rolls Mikey on to the tables, and Shoe holds his arms. Inferno makes his way up the scaffolding.

ROB MARTINEZ: This can't be good!

JACK JONES: Two tables, a man climbing scaffolding...we're going to see some busted bodies!

As Inferno continues his climb up the scaffolding, Shoe is nailed from behind with a chair by Everhardt. Everhardt quickly tries to climb up the scaffolding
after Inferno. Both men are at the top, and Inferno swings with a right, but Everhardt blocks it! Everhardt hits Inferno with a hard forearm and positions
him for the Hardt-Attack! Inferno counters with a back elbow causing Everhardt to stumble down to one knee, holding his head. Inferno rushes at Everhardt...BACK
BODY DROP OFF THE SCAFFOLDING!

ROB MARTINEZ: OH MY GOD! INFERNO MAY BE DEAD!

BILL HEWSON: That was a nasty fall!

JACK JONES: I think you could actually hear the splat sound as he hit the stage!

Mikey slowly stirs as Everhardt climbs down from the scaffolding. Black and Kryenik continue to battle in the front of the crowd as Bubba J grabs the ring
bell. Bubba comes at Kryenik with the ring bell, but he ducks it, and Black gets hit right between the eyes! Bubba checks on Black as blood drips down
from his forehead. Kryenik waits for Bubba to turn around...boot to the gut! He lifts Bubba vertical...brainbuster!

ROB MARTINEZ: Billy needs to go for the cover here!

JACK JONES: Who cares about Billy! Look at the stage!

Mikey and Everhardt have both Inferno and Shoe laying on the tables. Everhardt goes behind the curtain, only to return with a roll of duct tape! He tapes
both Shoe and Inferno to the tables! Mikey ascends the scaffolding as Shoe struggles to get loose. Inferno still lays motionless. Everhardt joins the crowd
in cheering for Massacre as Mikey reaches the top...MASSACRE THROUGH BOTH TABLES! And he has the cover on both Inferno and Shoe!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

ROB MARTINEZ: That was crazy! And it looks like the odds have been evened as both teams have two members remaining!

JACK JONES: Even without Stone Zellor participating in this match, we're seeing some of the most sadistic and most barbaric moments that we have seen in
recent weeks!

JENNY JERSEY: Both Shoe and Inferno have been eliminated!

JACK JONES: He can't do that! Can he do that? He can't do that!

BILL HEWSON: Like Rob says, it's REBEL rules! Mikey Massacre, who gets a REBEL tag title shot in January, just pinned both of the tag champions in one fell
swoop!

ROB MARTINEZ: That he did, Hewson! And now it looks like Alan Stone is trying to get Everhardt, Shoe, and Inferno to the back. EMTs have come out to check
on them, and Everhardt is refusing medical attention!

Kryenik grabs a chair and hits Bubba right in the chest with it. He turns around...WHACK! Big boot from Black in to the chair, connecting with Kryenik's
face! Black picks Kryenik up and throws him back over the guardrail on to the outside floor. Black follows. He picks Kryenik up and rolls him in to the
ring as Mikey makes his way back down the ramp. Mikey slides in to the ring, as does Black. Black stalks Kryenik, but is met with a dropkick out of nowhere
from Mikey which sends him through the ropes, and crashing to the outside floor! Mikey climbs out of the ring and goes after Black.

BILL HEWSON: It looks like the World Champion is back up, and he's making his way towards Mikey and Black!

Mikey notices Bubba J approaching the guardrail. He grabs Bubba J's head and smashes him face first in to the guardrail, busting him open. Mikey looks back
towards the ring as Kryenik starts to get back to his feet. Inferno and Shoe are running down the ramp, and both slide under the bottom rope. Inferno nails
Kryenik with a massive clothesline as Mikey hops back up to the apron. Shoe tries to stop Mikey from getting back in to the ring as he delivers a right,
but Mikey blocks it! Mikey delivers a headbutt...only to be grabbed from behind by Black in a powerbomb position...THE NEW HOPE! And Black has the cover!
ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

JENNY JERSEY: Mikey Massacre has been eliminated!

ROB MARTINEZ: It is now a one on two...and it doesn't look good for Kryenik! We need security to come out and clear the ring area of the ones who have been
eliminated!

JACK JONES: It's no disqualification. Technically, they're legal to be down there!

Everhardt slides back in to the ring as Inferno quickly escapes. Shoe doesn't notice Everhardt...he turns around...HARDT-ATTACK! Everhardt tosses Shoe out
of the ring as Black slides back in. Big boot for Everhardt, and he rolls out to the floor! Kryenik slowly gets to his feet as Bubba has finally made it
near ringside. Black lifts Kryenik up...spinebuster! And he makes the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

Mikey made the save as he pulls Black out of the ring! Black argues with Mikey, shoving Mikey towards the steps. Kryenik rolls out of the ring and falls
to the floor as Black pushes Mikey again. Black comes at Mikey to push him again... but Mikey delivers the boot to the groin! Black turns around bent over
in pain...HOT SALVATION! Kryenik falls on top of Black for the cover as Bubba tries to make the save!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

ROB MARTINEZ: Mikey stopped Bubba, and as a result, we're now down to one member per team!

JENNY JERSEY: Vincent Black has been eliminated!

JACK JONES: What the hell is Inferno doing?!

Inferno has the rabbit, holding his hands around the face and neck, threatening to break it. Kryenik slowly gets to his feet to notice.

JACK JONES: Watch out buddy...that thing bites.

Just as Jack utters the words, the rabbit bites Inferno's finger. He drops the rabbit and is instantly nailed with a flying forearm from Mikey. Shoe comes
to make the save, but Everhardt stop him with a drop toe hold. Mikey picks up Inferno as Everhardt picks up Shoe. Both men bring their opponents to a vertical
position. Black pulls the ring steps and slides them in to the ring before noticing that Inferno and Shoe are in danger. Everhardt drops Shoe with a suplex,
and Mikey with a sitdown front suplex, landing Inferno on top of Shoe! Black rushes at Everhardt and Mikey, clotheslining them both over the guardrail.
Black turns around...Hot Salvation...and he's sent in to the crowd as well!

BILL HEWSON: We have bodies laid out everywhere!

Bubba hits Kryenik with a hard knee lift and rolls him back in to the ring. He slides in after him...stalking him...waiting for Kryenik to get up. Kryenik
slowly gets back to his feet...boot to the gut...TRAILER PARK TRASH! Bubba hesitates, looking over at the steps. He smiles as he decides to pick Kryenik
back up. Bubba pulls Kryenik near the corner and climbs up the steps. He applies a double underhook!

ROB MARTINEZ: Is Bubba going for The Dry Lake on to the steps! If he hits this, Billy will be out!

JACK JONES: He should have already went for the cover! Billy already is out of it!

Bubba tries pulling up the second arm to hook it in place, but Kryenik struggles. Kryenik violently thrusts his head up, nailing Bubba between the legs!
Bubba releases the hold as he leans over in pain. Billy slumps in to the corner...looks around, and climbs to the second turnbuckle. He positions Bubba's
head...applies the double underhook...Bubba struggles...THE DRY LAKE FROM THE SECOND TURNBUCKLE ON TO THE STEPS! Blood pours from Bubba's face as he falls
to the mat motionless!

BILL HEWSON: I think we need EMTs out here!

JACK JONES: EMTs?! Call the nurse! Bubba is dead!

Kryenik is weakened, but he slowly crawls to make the cover. All of the other participants are still down!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

ROB MARTINEZ: Billy has done it! He has now pinned the champion twice!

JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner and sole survivor of the match..."SICK" BILLY KRYENIK!

BILL HEWSON: What a match! That was a hardcore bloodbath! And the final...The Dry Lake! How sick was that!

JACK JONES: Good! Now Billy can take back his damned rabbit!

Kryenik falls back to the mat as EMTs rush out to check on all of the competitors. Special attention is given to Bubba J who appears to be hurt the most.
Kryenik finds the strength to roll out of the ring. He makes his way to the announce table, grabs the rabbit, putting her back in the carrier. He climbs
over the guardrail and helps Mikey and Everhardt back to their feet. The three of them walk up through the frantically cheering crowd, celebrating their
victory as the Extreme Elite get checked on by the EMTs.

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***DVD Exclusive***

Opening up the door of the door to the locker room, Mark Kingston and Cristal were surprised to see a man sitting on the coach rummaging through a suitcase.
Mark quickly dismissed him, but Cristal stepped near him and stood next to him. He raised his head to reveal a younger man's face with a blonde goatee
on the bottom of his chin. Blonde spikes were positioned atop his head and he wore a light gray suit with a sky blue tie.

CRISTAL: Excuse me, are you Chris?

The young man, who Cristal did not expect to be young, smiled at her question and stood. He was only about four inches taller than Cristal, but when Mark
walked over to the pair he looked like a teenager. Mark extended his hand in the direction of the man and was surprised when the man returned his handshake.
MAN: Yes, I'm Chris Sparx. Better known as Chris Corstenoca. You must be Cristal and you're Mark, right?

MARK KINGSTON: Yeah, that's right. So you were here back when REBEL was just getting things going, huh?

Chris quickly sat back down and continued searching for something in his suitcase. After he pulled a watch from the bag and slid it onto his wrist, he stood
back up.

CHRIS SPARX: Yeah, that's right. Me and Caliber had some bad blood back in the day and it's kinda weird seeing him as the man in charge. In my day Garrett
was the big dick around here.

CRISTAL: So this thing about making Mark the top dog again, is that true?

Sparx hesitated for a moment before responding. He focused his gaze on Mark.

CHRIS SPARX: It's true, but only if Mark agrees to my terms.

MARK KINGSTON: Look, I just want to be the king around here again. At least king of the Carolina's division if that's all you can make me. Just get on with
whatever training you have for me. What do I have to do? Some crunches? A new diet? What?

CHRIS SPARX: First of all, you need to patient.. I may have only been in the biz for a couple years, but I've been in a lot of promotions. Guys don't hang
out with guys like you. And Cristal, stop dressing like a slut.

Cristal began getting fumed at Sparx, but Mark grabbed her and calmed her by putting a hand on her shoulder. Chris didn't seem happy he had to say such,
but the others could tell he was enjoying the 'training' at least a little bit.

CHRIS SPARX: What I'm gonna do first is evaluate you, Mark. In your match tonight I'm gonna see where you can improve and what I can do to help. Then we'll
talk about training and all that. Any questions?

MARK KINGSTON: Yeah, why are you doing this for me?

Chris simply smiled at Mark's question and began to exit the door. Mark grabbed his arm as he walked by. Chris turned and smiled.

MARK KINGSTON: Why are you doing this?

CHRIS SPARX: Patience, Mark, practice it more often. You'll know my intentions in due time, but for now you'd better focus on your match. Your not even
dressed yet! I'll be at ringside. Caliber made me pay for my freakin' seat! Anyways, go get ready, I'll be watching.

Sparx quickly exited the locker room and left Cristal to begin flooding Mark with excuses to not go through with this plan and curses aimed at Chris. Mark
just stared at the door and smiled, clearly impressed by Sparx's actions.

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The fans are filing into the Ogden Legion Hall. Not one seat is going to be empty tonight, as a sell out is being celebrated by both companies. The most
popular NAPW stars are out front signing pictures, notepads, and posters. We see LDK and Dan Ryan shaking hands with several fans. Chad Kurtis is making
his rounds, and is introducing Mikey Massacre to some of his favorite Calgary fans. SBK is taking pictures with fans while holding the "Captain", his prized
telepathic Bunny. Rex Caliber makes a quick appearance and then looks at his high priced watched. He mouths, "oh shit" and heads to the ringside area.
Rex grabs a microphone and enters the ring.

REX CALIBER: Calgary... Alberta, Canada... how the hell are you?

The fans pop in unison and go nuts.

REX CALIBER: I'm not going to run down all the matches, but I will tell give you the low down real quick. One title match, six broads fightin