Underground-”Prove Your Worth”
09-22-2009

In the concession area, sixty people purchase their food stuffs, beer, and some merchandise for sale here in the Rebel Underground Arena. Surprisingly there
are no Rebel Pro wrestlers out here tonight, they are all getting ready for some big matches. Such items for sale include “The Rise and Fall of the Extreme
Elite” DVD, Best of Chad Kurtis DVD, posters of “The Show”, Mike Trey, and past Freak Show gifts can be purchased to help those kids in need at local hospitals.
From inside the main area of the arena, Dropkick Murphys’ “I’m A Rebel” can be heard and the fans begin to talk animatedly about the show that will begin
in less than five minutes now.

As the song dies away, Jenny Jersey is in the center of the ring, microphone in her hand.

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and Gentlemen, fans of all ages, it is time for some Rebel Pro action!

The crowd roars its approval as some fans still make their way to their seats.

JENNY JERSEY: I am proud to announce that this show at the Underground Arena is a sold out crowd!

Another roar of approval.

JENNY JERSEY: Then, without further adue, lets get right into the wrestling action!

The lights in the arena go pitch black, until green strobe lights start circling the arena, to the fans it can only mean one thing. Mack’s coming! Then
a bright spotlight lights up the entrance ramp.

“The Incredible” Mack by DJ B-Lord, hit’s the loudspeakers as the fans cheer louder than the music itself.

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, your former Rebel World Champion….. “The Incredible”…..MACKKKK!!!!!!

Mack walks from behind the curtain, in a black suit. He walks slowly towards the ring, giving some of the fans handshakes and waving to the fans he couldn’t
reach. He walks up the ring stairs and enters the ring. Then walks over to Jenny Jersey and grabs the mic.

The fans cheer again.

MACK: Thank you! (As he nods his head)

The lights dim and he takes a seat in a black folding chair. Some of the fans are wondering what this can mean, because they have never seen a view like
this before.

MACK: Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for all you’ve done for me in my past couple of months here in the best wrestling company ever. REBEL-Pro!!!

Fans cheer.

MACK: If it wasn’t for you guys, I would’ve never been here. The great shows I put on for you, was for you and only you!

Fans cheer.

MACK: So when I defeated Vincent Black for the World Championship, guess what? It was for you and only you!

The fans cheer wildly.

MACK: Until a big bad wolf came along and decide to take the gold from around my waist. And that’s life!

The fans boo!

MACK: I tried hard in the 8-man battle royal, to once again have the right to be placed back into the championship scene, but Rebel has tough competitors,
and you really can’t do a damn thing about that. With that being said, I want to congratulate “The Show” Chad Kurtis, on his big win. I wish him the best
of luck as he goes on to perhaps take that gold from around that sickening Mikey Massacre’s waist.

The fans cheer!

Mack stands up, and leans against the ropes.

MACK: But fans, I have bad news!

CROWD: “WHAT?!”

MACK: My days as a Rebel wrestler have been put on hold.

CROWD: “NNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

MACK: I know. I know! But wrestling isn’t my greatest profession. Although, I never said that I wouldn’t return back into this squared circle, I need sometime
off. Well it’s actually not my decision, but the doctors order me to take approximately 4-6 weeks off, due to my neck landing the wrong way against yours
truly… Mikey Massacre. I wasn’t suppose to compete in the 8-man Battle Royal, because of this wicked injury but hell. I did it anyway. And for you guys!!!
The fans cheer.

MACK: But when I come back, I’m basically coming for one thing! The World CHAMPIONSHIP!!!!!

The fans cheer.

MACK: That’s right, so Mikey if you still hold on to the gold. Or if Chad decides to take it, just hold up and shine it real good for me. Because I will
be back to get my gold! Better believe it!

The fans cheer.

MACK: So to all my fans, to all the boys in the back, to you Jenny, Rob, Corey, Larry and the rest of the good staffs. Thank you all!

“The Incredible” Mack hit’s the speakers again, as Mack walks over to Jenny and gives her a big hug and whispers something into her ear. He then hands her
the mic, goes outside the ring gives a handshake to Rob, giving him a hug as well.He looks at Corey Taylor, before doing the same. Mack then walks around
giving each fan a handshake before heading towards the entrance ramp, and bowing down to the fans and waving.

COREY TAYLOR: He touched me, I feel so… dirty.

ROB MARTINEZ: Remind you of your former life does it?

COREY TAYLOR: What?!

ROB MARTINEZ: One for the Robmeister.

COREY TAYLOR: Robmeister?

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JENNY JERSEY: The following match is set for one fall with a fifteen minute time limit.

“The Champion in Me” flies through the speakers as from the back runs Chris Samsonite and Justin Thyme. They glad hand fans along their way to the ring.
JENNY JERSEY: At a total combined weight of four hundred and forty-six pounds, Justin Thyme and Christopher Samsonite…. NITE THYME!

Justin and Christopher slide into the ring under the bottom rope, they kip up to their feet and begin playing to the crowd.

COREY TAYLOR: Time for a popcorn break.

ROB MARTINEZ: Mr. Gordon gave me express orders to not allow you to leave your announce booth tonight.

COREY TAYLOR: If he doesn’t want to sell any concessions, not my problem. Next time I’ll just bring nachos from home.

“My Old Kentucky Home” comes through the speakers and comes both BGM Two point Zero Teammates. Both men get cheered wildly, as Jonothan chats with some
females and Matthew walks on to the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing their opponents, at a combined weight of five hundred and thirty-five pounds, they are the team of Jonothan Kurtis and Matthew
Kurtis… THE BLUEGRASS MAFIA 2.0!

Jonothan hops onto the ring apron as Matthew easily steps up to the apron.

DING DING

Jonothan and Justin lock up in the center of the ring, J-Kurt turning the collar and elbow into a side headlock. Justin sends him into the ropes to break
the hold, it is broken as J-Kurt is sent running across the ring. Justin tags in Christopher who leaps from the top rope with a missile dropkick taking
out the Bluegrass Heartthrob. Here comes big Matthew into the fight, Justin with a drop toe hold sends him right into the roundhouse kick from Christopher
and Nite Thyme is working well together against these former Number One contenders. J-Kurt is up going after Christopher with a series of forearm clubs
to his chest. Justin with a baseball slide rolls Matthew out of the ring and to the floor. Justin hops over the top rope to stand in his corner, keeping
this a tag team match for the fans.

COREY TAYLOR: No weapons? No double teaming?

ROB MARTINEZ: A good clean fight among two good teams.

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah, neither team with a backbone.

Christopher pulls J-Kurt up to his feet to tag in his partner, Justin Thyme into the match. Justin hops to the top turnbuckle, flying down with a double
axehandle to J-Kurt’s protruding shoulder socket. Jonothan hits the canvas on one knee as Christopher gets out of the ring, referee Jimmy Johnson surprised
that this battle has had a lack of weapons. Justin whips J-Kurt into Nite Thyme’s corner pounding his ribs with repeated knees and a few well placed toe
kicks to weaken his resolve. Christopher holds his hands high to show the fans, the referee, and Matthew that no double teaming is being involved. Matthew
is content on his side of the ring, until their is double teaming, after all he wants a fair fight as well. J-Kurt with a right hand slams it into Justin’s
face, breaking his momentum. Jonothan with another backs Justin up out away from him, Jonothan with a flying forearm takes him down, but the youngest Kurtis
brother has used up his energy and lays on the mat. Jonothan begins to crawl towards the corner where his brother stands, his hand outstretched and he
almost has the tag. But Justin pulls him back in, but the tag was made, Justin doesn’t realize it.

ROB MARTINEZ: Jonothan made the tag.

COREY TAYLOR: Justin didn’t see it. Damn, I’m sleepy.

Matthew charges in, delivering a clothesline that takes Justin down, he heaves Justin on his shoulder, powerslam to the mat. Matthew hits the ropes, as
J-Kurt rolls under the bottom rope, Matthew with a big leg drop keeps Justin down. Matthew hooks the leg, but Justin refuses to lose another match and
he kicks out. Matthew pulls Justin back up, pounding fists into his back, with alternating forearm shots to his back as well. Matthew pulls Justin up for
a powerbomb Justin with a hurricanrana into a pin.

One… Two… Three.

DING! DING! DING!

JENNY JERSEY: Winners of the match, the team of Justin Thyme and Christopher Samsonite…. Nite Thyme!

ROB MARTINEZ: I can’t believe it!

COREY TAYLOR: Neither can those two idiots.

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JENNY JERSEY: The following match is an elimination Three-Way Dance, and is set for one fall! The winner will be the NEW #1 Contender’s Cup holder! Introducing
first…

“Shackler’s Revenge” by Guns N Roses hits.

JENNY JERSEY: From New Brunswick, Canada, he is MARXX!

Lynyrd Skynyrd’s “What’s Your Name” picks up.

JENNY JERSEY: From Chicago Illinois, he is KID LOSER!

“Baila Cassanova” hits and the crowd finally wakes up.

JENNY JERSEY: And finally, accompanied by La Reina de los Mariposas, from Villahermosa, Tobasco, Mexico, he is EL REY DE CORAZONES!

All three men get set for action here, referee Jimmy Johnson officating the action — but suddenly, a new song hits? The crowd looks out and begins to
boo tremendously as THE ACACIA STRAIN plays.

And out walks former World Heavyweight Champion VINCENT BLACK.

ROB MARTINEZ: What is Black doing out here? He hasn’t wrestled since Aerial Assault…

COREY TAYLOR: Vincent Black can be anywhere he wants to be. The man’s six-foot-eleven, three-hundred plus pounds.

ROB MARTINEZ: All true, but… Black is having words with Jenny and referee Johnson…

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, I have been informed that this match is now a FOUR-WAY match… the final competitor, from Glen Falls New York, he is
VINCENT BLACK!

Booooooo!

DING DING DING

Marxx and El Rey tie up as Kid Loser charges Vincent WHAMMO. Big boot just destroys the two-hundred and five pounder. Black picks up Loser — GOOZLE! CHOKESLAM
… OH MY GOD! OVER THE TOP ROPE TO THE CONCRETE BELOW! KID LOSER JUST GOT CHOKESLAMMED OVER THE TOP TO THE CONCRETE, HE IS BROKEN!

El Rey is standing on top of Marxx in the corner, punching away as the crowd counts along… the massive Black delivers a big double ax handle to the luchadore’s
back. Black puts his back against El Rey’s, what’s this?? HOLY! MODIFIED NEW HOPE! More like Splash Mountain, but whatever you can to call it El Rey is
out on the canvas…

Marxx attacks Black from behind! The REBEL newcomer trying to get something going on the big man. He peppers the FTC member with rights and lefts… to
no avail. Black stands up to his full height and looks down at Marxx, who slows down as it dawns on him. He takes one more ineffective shot — WHAM. BLACK
NAILS HIM WITH A HUGE RIGHT HAND. Marxx somehow gets to his feet, only for Black to whip him off the ropes… SIT-DOWN SPINEBUSTER. It’s a pinning predicament!
ONE, TWO, THREE!

JENNY JERSEY: Marxx has been eliminated!

ROB MARTINEZ: I can’t believe this, Vincent Black is destroying these men! And he’s not even sweating!

COREY TAYLOR: What’s so hard to believe? We are talking about one of the toughest, biggest men in REBEL history right here! Obviously these two new idiots
aren’t cut out for REBEL Pro, and El Rey is the biggest “do-nothin’” this fed has ever known. Well, him and Assman.

ROB MARTINEZ: The match isn’t over yet, but Black… oh come on! YOU ALREADY BEAT HIM!

Vincent has dragged the carcass of Marxx to the outside. The crowd continues to boo him as he lifts the man up with both hands, choking the life out of
him…

BEFORE SLAMMING HIM THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE TABLE! KABOOM! Marxx is a pathetic heap in the midst of the debris as Vince smirks. He’s enjoying himself as he
tosses a couple chairs into the ring. Vince reaches under the apron and pulls out… a folding table, which he tips through the ropes and onto the canvas.
Kid Loser is trying to get up outside, Vince grabs him. Gorilla Press BACK INTO the ring over the middle rope. Unbelievable. Black grabs one steel chair
and BLASTS El Rey with it, knocking him right back down. He spits on the luchadore as La Reina screams on the outside. Black eyes here down, she won’t
dare get in the ring…

Kid Loser is getting to his feet… CLANG. Chair shot to him! Black isn’t satisified yet, however. He opens up both chairs and places them front-to-front.
Hmm. No, Black shakes his head… and turns the chairs AROUND. Back to BACK. He picks up Kid Loser…

THE NEW HOPE ONTO THE DOUBLE-CHAIR COMBINATION! LOSER SCREAMS IN PAIN! Black with a lazy cover gets ONE, TWO, THREE.

JENNY JERSEY: Kid Loser has been eliminated!

ROB MARTINEZ: Absolute destruction.

That leaves only El Rey… the fan favorite. He’s trying to get to his feet, Black facepalms him. He sets him up… THE NEW HOPE. AGAIN. El Rey has been
dead. Black doesn’t stay in position for the pinfall, however, to the protest of the referee. No, Black isn’t done. He wants a THIRD New Hope on El Rey…
But first he’s going to set up the table. He grabs a limp El Rey and flips him upside down… CRASH! EL REY THROUGH THE TABLE! Black puts one boot on El
Rey as Johnson counts one, two, three.

JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner and new #1 Contender’s Cup holder… VINCENT BLACK!

ROB MARTINEZ: One of the most dominating performances in REBEL Pro history. Vincent Black has not lost an ounce of his ability…

COREY TAYLOR: This is why the FTC is the best faction in REBEL Pro today, men like Vincent Black! Cuzin Zeke! Mikey Massacre! All dominant, all feared!
REBEL Pro is no playground, if you don’t come prepared, you’re going to get hurt — as all three of these scrubs just found out.

ROB MARTINEZ: But wait a minute… Vincent Black is now the #1 Contender… to Mikey Massacre’s World Heavyweight Championship!

The Acacia Strain plays for Black to make his exit, carrying the Cup fans booing him as trainers and Alan Stone come out to check on the bodies laid to
waste in and around the ring.

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JENNY JERSEY: The following match is scheduled for one fall with a fifteen minute time limit.

”Why Don’t We do it in the Road”

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first weighing in at two hundred thirty pounds and hailing from Manchester, England…MIKE “ASSMAN” TREY!

Mike “Assman” Trey steps out from behind the curtain to a huge ovation from the crowd making his way to the ring. As he walks down the aisle fans hold their
hands over the barricade to try and give him a high five. Mike Trey high fives the fans as he walks and then slides into the ring and waits in his corner
for Chad Kurtis.

‘Cocky’ blast thru the soundsystem as the fans are on their feet and ‘The Show’ Chad Kurtis makes his way to the ring exchange high fives with the fans
along the way…

JENNY JERSEY: From Paducah Kentucky, now fighting out of Durham North Carolina, he weighs in at two hundred and thirty pounds, standing six feet three inches,
he is “THE SHOW”, “THE INNOVATER OF OFFENSE” he is… CHAD KURTIS!

Chad runs up the steps, steps into the ring, and immediately begins to play to the entire crowd here tonight.

DING DING

The Show and Mike Trey lock up in the center of the ring, Chad with a quick knee to Mike’s ribs causes him to lean to one side. Chad with a quick side headlock,
but Mike sends him into the ropes to break the hold. Chad runs across the ring, bouncing off the ropes with a flying forearm that takes Mike Trey down
to the canvas. The Show hits the ropes, jumps over Trey, and springs back with a back flip landing on Mike. The Show keeps on the attack as he shoves Mike
into the corner, following it up with a shoulder block to his medsection and a back flip out of the corner as he holds onto Mike’s waist. Mike has yet
to get any offense in this match and one must think he is caught off-guard.

ROB MARTINEZ: Mike doesn’t seem to be in this match Corey.

COREY TAYLOR: Does anyone really care?

Mike gets up to his feet, holding at his head and neck, the focal point of his previous landing. Chad kips up to his feet and sets Mike up for the CK Finale.
Chad nails Mike into the canvas with the CK Finale and this is academic now. One… Two… Three.

DING! DING! DING!

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and Gentlemen, winner of the match… “The Show” Chad Kurtis!

Chad plays to the crowd before gesturing to Jenny Jersey to toss him the microphone…

COREY TAYLOR: What does he want now? We already had to see him wrestle now we have to hear him run his mouth?

ROB MARTINEZ: Listen to this sell out crowd they love the man. And to be honest if you listen up you may learn a thing or two.

CHAD KURTIS: Hello, Durham NC! I know everyone is wondering what ‘The People’s Champ’ is still doing here in the ring. And I have an answer for you. I am
out here to talk about our Rebel-Pro World Champion, Mikey Massacre. No I ain’t out here to say congrats to him on becoming a triple crown winner here
in Rebel. I believe someone else had already been there and done that. What I am out here for is to let Mikey know that we all know that he is a pussy!
CROWD(chants): Mikey is a pussy! clap, clap, clap clap clap

CHAD KURTIS: I know this ain’t a new fact. I know this fact is well documented. But I felt lead to come out here and let Mikey know this game of hide and
seek he has been playing is getting old! I know you think you are above this company and I know as you like to point out that I have never beaten you but
it’s time for someone to stand up for Rebel pride and shut you up. Truth is we are all sick of hearing you talk. You think just because you have a few
allies you can do whatever you wish. Mikey it’s time for a wake up call for you and the FTC. I know what you are thinking the All-Stars couldn’t do it
and Time Warp Duo and The Rebel Icons are no longer around so who exactly is going to take down the mighty Mikey Massacre and The FTC. I don’t know if
anyone plans on backing me up but even if I have to stand alone ‘The Show’ is coming for you. And just as a reminder I do have the next title shot for
your precious world title as well as a rematch for the Carolina title and the tag team titles a like. So Massacre and the rest of the FTC remember you
can run but you can’t hide!

‘The Show’ drops the mic on the mat before climbing to the top turnbuckle playing to the fans as he is yelling for Massacre to come on down.

“My Old Kentucky Home” queues up through the speakers as Matthew and Jonothan walk through the curtain, Matthew has a microphone in hand.

MATTHEW: Bro…. you know we got your back.”

Chad Kurtis nods at his brothers before pointing back to the crowd.

COREY TAYLOR: Interesting…, boring, but short and pointless.

ROB MARTINEZ: Pointless? Boring? You sir, must be an idiot.

COREY TAYLOR: And you sir, must be brainwashed.

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JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall, is a semi-final match in the Best of the Best Tournament and is for
the REBEL Pro World Tag Team Championship.

“Final Countdown” by Europe hits the PA system as The Phoenix appears from behind the curtain, Scottie Snow quickly on his heels. Scottie is pandering to
the crowd a little to a small amount of fan fare but it’s obvious that the crowd is not overly impressed with The Phoenix.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, representing the Pioneer Wrestling Association, at a total combined weight of four hundred forty-five pounds, the team
of THE PHOENIX and SCOTTIE SNOW!

COREY TAYLOR: I’m at a loss, I have no idea who to pull for in this one. I guess I will have to go for The Phoenix and Scottie Snow.

ROB MARTINEZ: Well you could try to be impartial for once.

COREY TAYLOR: You shut your mouth! I’m the very definition of impartial.

Mr. Bungle’s “Every One I Went To High School With Is Dead” begins to blare from the speakers as Tommy and Jim Jonas come on out from behind the curtain.
Both men flipping off the fans to a chorus of boos as they make their way to the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: And their opponents, hailing from Sacramento, California, weighing in at a total combined weight of four hundred sixty-six pounds, they are
the former REBEL Pro World Tag Team Champions, TOMMY and JIM, THE JONAS BROTHERS!

ROB MARTINEZ: The fans are not very pleased with the former Tag Team Champs tonight.

COREY TAYLOR: How were they supposed to know that those little guys could kick so hard. It was unfair judgement by Larry Gordon to put the titles on the
line against NAPW scumbags.

ROB MARTINEZ: But I thought you was enlightened?

COREY TAYLOR: But that was clear last week, it is a passing fad. Sure hope BOC isn’t listening.

Both teams are in the ring Jim Jonas is getting ready to start the match. Scottie is starting out against Jim Jonas as Johnson calls for the bell to get
the match underway. Scottie and Jim go in for a collar and elbow tie up. Jim easily out powering the smaller man, forcing him into a neutral corner. Jim
with a knife edged chop… Scottie ducks out of the way and lands a knife edge of his own. Scottie backs off for a moment as the strike seems to of had zero
effect on the larger Jonas Brother. Phoenix yells for Scottie to go for the legs of the big man. Jim moves in towards Snow… Snow with a low dropkick to
the left knee of Jim, forcing him down to one knee. Scottie off the ropes with another dropkick, this one connecting to the face of his opponent. Jim is
down on the mat, clutching his nose.

ROB MARTINEZ: Snow utilizing his speed to chop down the bigger man.

COREY TAYLOR: Well he is used to fighting much stiffer competition in the PWA. Plus he’s been under the tutelage of The Phoenix, the PWA’s greatest champion.
ROB MARTINEZ: You do know you work for REBEL Pro, Right?

COREY TAYLOR: I work for who pays me the most.

The Phoenix is calling Scottie over for the tag. Snow slaps the hand of his partner and The Phoenix jumps into the ring and goes right after Jim Jonas.
Phoenix off the ropes with a lionsault to the downed Jonas… and hits nothing but canvas. Jim managed to roll out of the way of that one and goes to tag
in his brother Tommy. Phoenix, seeing his advantage has gone up in smoke runs to tag Scottie back into the ring. Scottie and Tommy lock up in the center
of the ring. Tommy with a hip toss to Scottie, who quickly gets back to his feet and goes at Tommy again. Tommy side steps and hits Scottie with a hair
pull slam. Scotties head bounces off the mat with a sickening thud. Tommy picks Snow up and delivers a snapmare followed by a baseball slide roundhouse.
Tommy with a quick tag to Jim, Jim picks up Snow as Tommy climbs up to the top rope… a diving leg drop low blow to Scottie Snow. The Phoenix is yelling
at Snow, telling him to quit playing around. Jim Jonas lifts up Scottie and hit’s a devastating scoop slam. Jonas off the ropes… a big leg drop that hits
nothing but canvas. Jim rolls out to tag Tommy, Scottie goes to tag The Phoenix. Tommy’s in the ring, Snow gets to his corner, he reaches out for the tag…
and The Phoenix tells him to stay in the ring and prove his worth. Scottie looks at Phoenix like a puppy that just got kicked. Tommy moves in on Scottie,
Scottie turns and gets levelled by a stiff lariat. Tommy picks up his fallen opponent… Small package by Scottie.

One…

Two… Kick out by Tommy.

Both men back on their feet. Tommy goes for a clothesline… drop toe hold by Scottie and Tommy hit’s the canvas hard. Scottie quick to capitalize with an
elbow drop to the back of Tommy’s head. Scottie steps back and waits for Tommy to get up… Snow Plow! Tommy is down. Phoenix is now calling for the tag.
Snow tags him in. Phoenix goes right for the cover.

One…

Two…

Thr… No Jim makes the save with a boot to The Phoenix’s head.

ROB MARTINEZ: Close call there, the Jonas’ close to losing the Tag Titles again here tonight.

COREY TAYLOR: That would be true if the title were theirs to begin with.

Scottie comes at Jim with a cross body block, Phoenix with a frankensteiner to Tommy. Scottie and Phoenix with a double suplex to Jim. Tommy rolls to the
out side and grabs the first thing he can, which happens to be a crutch from a fan. He heads back into the ring and goes after Phoenix. Scottie intercepts
from behind with a dropkick. Jim is getting back to his feet but gets sent right back down with a headscissors from Scottie. Jimmy Johnson is trying to
restore order to the match but none of the combatents are listening to the official. Scottie grabs the crutch from the ground and brings it down across
the skull of Jim Jonas. Tommy gets back up and lands a reverse bulldog to The Phoenix. Scottie rolls Tommy up with a school boy pin.

One…

ROB MARTINEZ: Kick out by Tommy at two! They want the titles back in the worst way.

COREY TAYLOR: Of coarse they do. What team wouldn’t?

Scottie and Tommy back on their feet, Irish Whip by Tommy into a back body drop… no countered by Scottie with a stiff kick to the head. Scottie grabs Tommy’s
head and places it between his legs. Panther Bomb to Tommy Jonas. The Phoenix heads to the top rope… It’s The Ashes! Phoenix with the cover as Scottie
nails Jim Jonas with the Snow Plow.

One…

Two…

Three…

Ding, ding, ding.

ROB MARTINEZ: The Phoenix and Scottie Snow are moving on to the finals of the Best of the Best Tournament, but perhaps the bigger story here is that Phoenix
and Snow are now the new World Tag Team Champions.

COREY TAYLOR: Finally, REBEL Pro has Tag Team Champions that they can be proud of.

JENNY JERSEY: And here are your winners and new REBEL Pro Tag Team Champions. The Phoenix and Scottie “The Panther” Snow!

Scottie is jumping up and down, he’s ecstatic until he sees the look of disgust The phoenix is giving him. Looking somewhat sombre now as they accept the
tag team belts from Jimmy Johnson.

ROB MARTINEZ: I believe that this is only Scottie’s second ever title.

COREY TAYLOR: And Rob, Phoenix had to do all of the work, Scottie should be ashamed of himself.

ROB MARTINEZ: Do what? Were

you watching the same match everyone else saw?

COREY TAYLOR: Of course I was, but the question is… did I pay attention?

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The crowd boos heavily as the combination of Cuzin’ Zeke and Mikey Massacre’s entrances hits the speakers and the Carolinas and World Champion come from
the back, their belts around their waists.

JENNY JERSEY: At a total combined weight of four hundred and ninety-eight pounds, they are your Carolinas and World Champion respectively, CUZIN’ ZEKE and
MIKEY MASSACRE…. FTC!

Mikey and Zeke walk down to the ring, but here comes The Freak and Shut Down to the party. Freak with a steel chair slams it into Mikey’s skull sending
him down to the floor. Zeke swings a big right handed haymaker, but Shut Down with a big boot to his gut doubles him over. Shut Down nails the Carolinas
Champion with a big right sending him backwards to the railing as the crowd is exploding with cheers.

COREY TAYLOR: Couldn’t these two idiots wait for the match to start?

ROB MARTINEZ: They brought the fight to FTC.

Mikey stumbles up to his feet, Freak with another steel chair shot, Mikey falls to his knees, but low blows Freak right in the crotch with a double fist.
Freak drops the steel chair to hold himself. Mikey with a clothesline sends him down on his back. Shut Down swings with a big right, but Zeke ducks under
the blow delivering a series of jabs to Shut Down’s ribs and stomach. Shut Down holds at his midsection as Zeke nails him with his trusty horseshoe and
Shut Down hits the floor. Mikey lifts Freak up to slam his face into the railing, once twice and a third time. Freak is on woozy street, but manages a
right hand to surprise Mikey who is still wearing his belt. Mikey falls back towards the ring. Freak dives forward with a flying right hand sending Mikey
to the floor on his rear, Mikey pleads for his assailant to hold on for a minute. Freak is hearing none of this as Zeke and Shut Down come past these two
with all four fists flying in rapid fire succession. Zeke connects with a right, Shut Down connects with a right of his own. Shut Down with a left, Zeke
with a left, these two big men are pounding away on each other, neither gaining an advantage.

ROB MARTINEZ: This match still has yet to make it inside the ring.

COREY TAYLOR: Look at Zeke kick Shut Down’s A*bleep*.

Freak with a boot to Mikey’s face sends the Heavyweight Champion down to the floor, Freak mounts him with fists flying showing his ground and pound technique.
Freak with a right hand to Mikey’s temple, another, and a sharp elbow to the same exact spot again. Mikey rolls Freak over against the railing, using an
electrical cord to wrap it around Freak’s throat trying to choke him. Mikey is showing his choke technique from his favorite move set. Freak is struggling
against this tactic when Shut Down stomps on Mikey’s face. Zeke is bent over at the waist, red faced and sweaty already in this match. Shut Down charges
at Zeke, but Zeke with a capture and spinebuster on the concrete sends him down hard and hurt. Shut Down raises up to place a hand on his lower back. Zeke
picks up the steps and drops them on Shut Down’s head, they clatter off his forehead and he is busted open. The crowd is booing the actions of FTC so far
in this match. Freak pulls himself up to a vertical base, slamming a boot into Mikey’s head. Freak rolls the World Champion onto the apron and forcefully
removes the World Title from his waist and Mikey is in the ring.

DING DING

Newly appointed Senior Referee Alan Stone calls for the bell as Freak hits the ropes with a lionsault onto Mikey, but Massacre able to lift the double knee
into Freak’s midsection. Zeke pulls Shut Down up to a vertical base, slamming a fist into his face before rolling him into the ring as well. Zeke climbs
onto the apron as well. Mikey rolls over to pull Shut Down up to a kneeling position and grind his knuckles into his forehead wound, ripping the tear further.
Shut Down with a fist drives the wind out of Massacre’s sails, but a big boot to the side of his head halts Shut Down’s progress. Shut Down hits the canvas
and struggles back to his feet as Freak has rolled out of the ring. Freak is on the outside setting up a table next to the ring apron, and is pulling some
other weapons from under the ring. Shut Down is trapped in the corner where Mikey and Zeke are pummeling him with fists and kicks to his body. But here
comes Freak to the rescue with a fire extinguisher. He nails Mikey’s skull with the hard part of the fire fighting tool, Mikey drops to the mat. Zeke turns
around and is sprayed in the face with the contents of the extinguisher. Shut Down looks up to Freak, a smile on his face. Freak places the nozzle between
his legs and steps over Mikey’s face and acts like he is pissing on him as he sprays Mikey in the face with the contents. The crowd laughs and cheers,
they absolutely hate Mikey and what he stands for. Here comes Vincent Black and the cheers turn to boos as he pulls Mikey out of the ring. Shut Down goes
for Zeke, but Black pulls him out as well. Black looks up at the two men inside the ring and shakes his head in their direction. Mikey is blinded by the
fire extinguisher and nails Black with a big right hand, Vincent tries to protect himself, but Mikey continues nailing him with rights and lefts, Black
stumbles into Zeke who turns around nailing Vincent with a right hand as well. Black falls to the floor and Mikey’s next right connects with Zeke’s jaw
sending him backwards. Mikey follows the sound of Zeke’s breathing and now FTC is fighting each other. Zeke with a big right, Mikey with a big right, Freak
and Shut Down just watch. Freak hits the ropes as Mikey and Zeke lock up, Shut Down catches his buddy, heaving him high into the air, over the top rope.
Freak lands on all three members of FTC, taking them out. Freak pops up, playing to the crowd with his arms spread. He points to the ring, encouraging
Shut Down to do a bit of high flying as well.

ROB MARTINEZ: What is going on with FTC here?

COREY TAYLOR: They are blinded and have no idea who they were fighting.

Shut Down acts like he doesn’t want to fly, but the crowd and Freak get him to finally nod his head. Shut Down hits the ropes, he propells himself over
slamming onto all three members with the biggest body splash Rebel Pro has ever seen!

COREY TAYLOR: Holy shit!

ROB MARTINEZ: We don’t agree often, but… diddo.

Freak pulls Shut Down up and the two high five each other when the crowd boos again, here comes Bubba J down to the mix, he is wielding a steel chair, he
comes flying around the side of the ring. Shut Down and Freak get ready for battle, but smile as here comes Rex Caliber to the fray. Bubba J turns swinging
the steel chair, Rex blocks it with a steel chair of his own. Freak with a quick low blow on Bubba J stops his fight with Rex short. Rex nails the Ragin’
Redneck with the steel, but the blow seens to clear Bubba J’s mind. He gets back up, Rex with another shot, Bubba J simply shakes his head, clearing the
cob webs. Rex with another shot and Bubba J is busted open from the steel. Bubba J with a boot, but Shut Down kicks him in the back sending him into Rex
who grabs him in a quick belly to belly suplex sending him crashing through the railing. The flimsy protection falls under Bubba J’s weight. Rex grabs
Bubba J by the waistband of his pants and proceeds to drag him out of the building. Vincent Black is up, he chases after Rex, limping slightly on his knee,
he intends to help out his friend. Zeke with the dented steel chair slams it into Freak’s skull sending the small man into the crowd. Shut Down turns around
Mikey slams the top of a ladder into his gut. Shut Down bends over at the waist, Mikey slams the ladder onto his back sending him to one knee. Mikey holds
the bottom of the ladder in a wheelbarrow position, swinging it around to slam into Shut Down’s skull. Mikey sets up the ladder, he climbs to the top,
he perches there as Zeke lifts Freak onto his shoulders in a powerbomb position. Zeke powerbombs Freak as Mikey leaps with a leg drop onto Freak’s throat,
he connects and it looks like Freak Show are eliminated from this tournament. Zeke rolls Freak into the ring and Mikey climbs to the top turnbuckle, he
dives forward with a Mick Foley type elbow drop, landing perfectly on Freak, he hooks the leg.

One…

Two…

Shut Down pulls Mikey off of Freak, keeping their chances to stay in this tournament alive. Reaching in quickly, Shut Down grabs the fire extinguisher as
well, he holds the nozzle as he smiles, the blood dripping down his forehead. Freak leans on his partner, to steady himself. Shut Down sprays the stuff
into the ring, but Zeke manages to close his eyes just in time and here comes Freak Show rolling into the ring. Mikey stomps down on Freak, Zeke pounds
a forearm into Shut Down. Shut Down fights up to a vertical base with a few well placed punches to Zeke’s inner thighs, as Freak takes down Mikey with
a single leg takedown. Shut Down whips Zeke into the ropes, he rebounds, Shut Down with a back body and Zeke goes through the table! The fragments fly
everywhere as Zeke slams through the table. Shut Down looks over the top rope down to his opponent, he smiles and dulks (Shut Down’s version of “Hulking”
up) for the crowd who love it. Freak hollers over to Shut Down, who is eyeing a pretty lady at ringside, before coming over. Freak motions for Shut Down
to put Mikey up on his shoulders, Shut Down obliges as Freak climbs to the top turnbuckle. Freak dives off the top rope with a hurricanrana holding it
for a pin after he lands.

One…

Two…

Three.

ROB MARTINEZ: Big Top Insanity!

DING! DING! DING!

JENNY JERSEY: Winners of the match and advancing to the finals of the Best of the Best Tournament, the team of The Freak and Shut Down… The Freak Show!
The crowd are on their feet as Insane Clown Posse’s “Oddities” blares up for the first time tonight. Freak and Shut Down climb out of the ring, heading
over to the announce table where Rob Martinez hands them their box they had placed their earlier in the day. The Freak Show begin passing out Muppet Babies
that resemble FTC’s Zeke, Massacre, and Black almost identically. The Muppets have been… modified with some arms being removed, some eyes blackened,
and well… other Freak Showish things have been done to Miss Piggy that shouldn’t be mentioned.

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CREDITS
Main Event(Freak Show vs FTC’s Mikey Massacre and Cuzin’ Zeke)-Bean

Jonas Brothers vs Phoenix and Scottie Snow-Freak Show

Chad Kurtis vs Mike “Assman” Trey-Bean

After match with “The Show-Kent

Four Way #1 Contender’s Cup Trophy-Ro

Bluegrass Mafia 2.0 vs Nite Thyme-Bean

“Incredible” Mack segment-Greg

REBEL/NAPW SUPERSHOW VII
09/15/2009
The REBEL Arena in Raleigh, North Carolina is filled up with rowdy rebel rousers ready for ringside … raction. Er, action. Chants of “REBEL RULES” rise
up, fans definitely excited for the wrestlin’ to start…

The cheering turns to boos when the Gregorian chant of “Dies Irae” fills the speakers in the Rebel Arena. NAPW’s Sean and Seamus O’Connor walk from the
back wearing their brown robes with the hoods up; the NAPW Tag Team belts reside around their waist as they walk slowly down the aisle to the beat of the
chanting.

JENNY JERSEY: They are the NAPW Tag Team Champions, Hailing from Boston Massachusetts and representing New Alberta Pro Wrestling, at a total combined weight
of three hundred pounds even… SEAMUS and SEAN O’CONNOR… THE BROTHERS O’CONNOR!

Seamus and Sean kneel down on both knees before the ring as they place their belts on the apron. After a brief moment, they climb onto the apron to step
through the ropes.

“Everyone I Went to High School with is Dead” hits the speakers and the team that usually gets boos, receives a chorus of cheers because they are going
up against NAPW here in this match.

ROB MARTINEZ: Jim and Tommy aren’t used to this kind of treatment.

COREY TAYLOR: There is no reason for their cheering, they are not enlightened as I am.

ROB MARTINEZ: Please don’t tell me you are… converted.

COREY TAYLOR: I am part of the movement, that is correct.

ROB MARTINEZ(muttering): Until some other fad comes along.

JENNY JERSEY: Representing Rebel Pro as the Tag Team Champions, they weigh in at a combined weight of four hundred and sixty-six pounds, JIM and TOMMY…
THE JONAS BROTHERS!

Jim and Tommy step through the ropes and stare daggers at The Brothers O’Connor across the ring.

“I’m A Rebel” hits the speakers as Larry Gordon walks from the back, a microphone in his hand and a look of distaste on his face.

LARRY GORDON: Jim and Tommy…

He nods his head at both wrestlers.

LARRY GORDON: Since you are Rebel Pro Tag Team Champions, do you think it is beneath you to record a promo in a non-title match?

Jim and Tommy make no sign to acknowledge Larry Gordon, the owner of Rebel Pro.

LARRY GORDON: Well, as the line states, this card is subject to change. I’ve discussed it with the Commissioner of NAPW and he has no problem with the
change.

Larry Gordon smiles a bit.

LARRY GORDON: This match has been changed… your Rebel Pro Tag Team Championship… is on the line. Ring the bell.

Larry turns to walk back up the aisleway.

ROB MARTINEZ: Unbelievable!

DING DING

The bell rings and Sean goes in for a lock up with Tommy Jonas, but his foot snaps out connecting with Tommy’s face snapping his head backwards. Tommy
falls down to the canvas but before he hits the mat, Sean has kicked him in the temple four more times. Seamus leaps over the top rope, charges across
the ring, and connects with a superkick to Jim’s chin sending him flying over the top rope to the outside.

ROB MARTINEZ: Geeze!

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah, aren’t these guys awesome?

Sean steps on Tommy’s face and points to Jimmy Johnson, signaling for him to count. Seamus stands with his hands clasped in front of him, his head lowered.
One. Two. Three.

DING! DING! DING!

JENNY JERSEY: Winners of the match and NEEEEEW Rebel Pro Tag Team champions…. Seamus and Sean, the Brothers O’Connor!

COREY TAYLOR: I’m so happy…

ROB MARTINEZ: Can you shut up, you are pathetic.

Jimmy Johnson hand Seamus and Sean their respective Rebel Pro tag team belts and a microphone.

SEAMUS: These belts represent nothing.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

SEAN: These belts are nothing more than glorified trashcan lids that you whores grovel for.

Seamus and Sean take the belts, lifting them high in the air, to drop them on the canvas. They make sure to stand on the faceplates of the belts.

SEAMUS: We do not want these belts, we do not need these belts.

SEAN: For as sorry and pathetic as the TDA are, they do not even deserve these… titles.

SEAMUS: Your champions lasted a total of five seconds…. and you call them your champions…

Both shake their heads.

SEAN: We shall not let that name befall us, to follow us around like the stench it is.

SEAMUS: As of this very instant, the belts are vacated and hold their rightful place.

SEAN: Below the true Tag Team Champions, the NAPW Tag Team Champions, but more importantly… “The Mission’s” Champions.

Seamus and Sean spit on the belts before climbing out of the ring to head up to the aisle to the booing of the crowd. They walk past the form of Larry
Gordon who just stares at them as they pass by.

ROB MARTINEZ: A bit uncalled for.

COREY TAYLOR: Very much so, I guess the Jonas Brothers will learn that a non-title match can turn into a title match.

ROB MARTINEZ: That isn’t what I am talking about.

COREY TAYLOR: After all, it does say card subject to change.

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh nevermind.

LARRY GORDON: Boys, boys, boys.

He looks to the ring where Jim is lifting Tommy up to his feet.

LARRY GORDON: I guess you will learn that even if it is non-title, you are required to record a promo. I am the owner, the boss, and what I say does go.
Don’t piss me off again.

The crowd is behind Larry Gordon now, cheering him on; the Jonas Brothers look with distaste at the Rebel Pro owner.

LARRY GORDON: But you boys did defend successfully at least once, so you get your garanteed rematch next week at Underground’s “Prove Your Worth”. See,
the match will still be for the Rebel Pro Tag Team Championship, but this time… you have to win them, instead of defend them. See you boys next week.
Larry turns around to walk backstage.

ROB MARTINEZ: Shocking news Corey.

COREY TAYLOR: Not really, I knew next week was Underground “Prove Your Worth”, you should check your e-mail more often.

Larry turns around to face Jim and Tommy once more.

LARRY GORDON: Oh, in order to regain the belts… you’ll have to Prove Your Worth!

He turns back around and walks through the curtain.

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

“Lipless” plays, bringing out the NAPW Heritage Champion to a chorus of boos.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds. He is the NAPW Canadian Heritage Champion. From Jersey City, New Jersey,
this is HOSTILE!!

The champ shows nothing but disdain for the crowd. He holds his title up for all to see, even though this is a non title affair.

Four Cellos.

The REBEL fans are on their feet for Hostile’s opponent!

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent, weighing in at two hundred and ten pounds! From Brooklyn, New York: This is RAVAGER!!

ROB MARTINEZ: Ravager looking more focused than usual tonight. This will be his last appearance in North Carolina…

COREY TAYLOR: I notice he didn’t bring the Aerial Assault trophy with him. If he’s quitting he could at least give REBEL the trophy back…

ROB MARTINEZ: That makes no sense at all.

Ravager eyes Hostile warily. Hostile gives a sick smirk to Ravager. Referee Alan Stone calls for the bell and the two men lock up. Hostile manages a waist
lock takedown, and tries to put pressure on Ravager’s injured neck. Ravager squirms out of the hold and rolls to his stomach. He gets to his feet, but
Hostile is there to slap on a side headlock. He twists on Ravager’s neck, trying to do more damage.

ROB MARTINEZ: Hostile going for a mat based game tonight.

COREY TAYLOR: Yet another message sent to Ravager. First he takes out his student, and now he’s going to out-wrestle him!

Hostile tries to take Ravager down to the mat. Ravager grabs hold of Hostile’s waist, and tries for a back drop. Hostile drives his elbow into the back
of Ravager’s neck! Ravager slumps to one knee. Hostile lets go of the headlock, and now he grabs Ravager by the hair…

Ravager with a low blow! He suckered Hostile in, and now he’s getting some payback for this past week! He delivers a vicious headbutt that staggers the
Heritage champion! Then another! And another! Ravager nails a European Uppercut, then hits the ropes and comes back with a lariat! Hostile is down, and
Ravager covers! One… two… Hostile kicks out! Ravager gets on top of Hostile and starts laying in with fists to the forehead. Hostile pushes him off
and Ravager rolls to the corner. Hostile to his feet, Ravager charges, Hostile catches him with a boot to the gut! He knocks Ravager back into the turnbuckles.
He lands on his ass, and Hostile races in with the Psych Major! Ravager’s head snaps back, and he falls to the mat, clutching his neck! Hostile drags him
out of the corner, Ravager rolls to all fours trying to get away… Hostile hits the ropes and comes back with a running punt to the skull! Ravager slumps
to the mat as a hush goes over the crowd! He rolls Ravager over and hooks the leg for a cover!

ONE!!

TWO!!

THR- Ravager gets a shoulder up! That gets the crowd to make some noise, and Ravager tries to get back to his feet. Hostile delivers forearm shots to the
back of Ravager’s head, adding more damage to the neck. Ravager gets an elbow to the gut of the Heritage champ, but it doesn’t have the effect he wants.
Hostile hauls Ravager up of the mat, pushes him to the ropes. Ravager bounces backwards into a German Suplex! Hostile drops him right on his neck, and
the fans at ringside wince at the impact! But Hostile hangs on and rolls through to deliver a second, and yes a third suplex! Hostile covers! One… two…
Ravager with a foot on the bottom rope! Referee Stone checks to see if Ravager really wants to continue, and gets an affirmative “YES”. Ravager fires off
with weak fists to the gut. Hostile lifts Ravager up for a body slam… Ravager with a small package! One… two… Hostile kicks out! He tries to clothesline
a rising Ravager, but he ducks and catches him with a schoolboy pin! One… two… Hostile kicks out again! Hostile boots Ravager in the gut, then tosses
him over the top rope and to the floor!

ROB MARTINEZ: Ravager’s neck is taking a lot of punishment. He needs to end this soon, or he’ll be leaving Carolina on a stretcher!

Ravager crawling under the ring as Hostile climbs out after him. He grabs Ravager by the leg and pulls him to ring side…

Ravager finds a fire extinguisher under the ring, and he gives Hostile a faceful! The champs staggers, and Ravager nails him in the back with the extinguisher!
And now Ravager grabs a chair…

SMACK!!

He brings the chair down across the back of Hostile, and the fans are enjoying this. Ravager with a few more chair shots, trying to weaken his opponent
even more!

ROB MARTINEZ: Hostile changed his style up tonight, looks like Ravager is doing the same!

COREY TAYLOR: Ravager can’t do half the moves he likes because of his neck! This isn’t a change of style, this is pure desperation!

Ravager hauls off and cracks Hostile one more time, right upside the head! Hostile falls forward, Ravager catches him, and rolls him into the ring. He
slides in after him, and sets the chair up beneath Hostile’s head. Ravager locks up Hostile’s legs, and now he grabs the arms. He’s going to curb stomp
Hostile right on the chair!

ROB MARTINEZ: Wait a second…

There is a commotion as it looks like a fan is on the ring apron…

COREY TAYLOR: Hey, isn’t that…

The student Hostile assaulted. The student Ravager expelled. Is standing on the ring apron. Ravager lets go of Hostile and questions what the student,
who responds by punching Ravager right in the face! Ravager is furious, and he drags the student into the ring… Hostile is up, and he clobbers Ravager
from behind, then spins him around… IMPLANT DDT! Ravager driven into the mat! Hostile goes for a cover… the student stops him. He points at the chair.
He grabs Ravager and drags him up, holding him in place for Hostile to hit him. Hostile thinks about it for a second, then smiles, as he picks up the chair,
and takes a step back, ready to end Ravager once and for all…

Only he steps back into Taboo, who has charged out from the locker room! Taboo with a waist lock on Hostile… HUGE German Suplex, folds the champ in half!
The student lets go of Ravager and starts to yell at Taboo. Taboo just grins and accepts the verbal abuse. The student doesn’t stop to ask why. He just
keeps yelling. He also doesn’t stop to ask why the fans are cheering. He only stops when Taboo points at something…

Ravager is on his feet. He is holding his neck. He has a look of fury on his face. His former student takes a step back, trying to plead his case. Ravager
doesn’t waste any time listening. He lunges forward and plants a boot int he kid’s gut. He locks the kid up for a suplex… Taboo kicks the chair over…
Ravager drops the kid on the chair with a brainbuster! He kicks the kid out of the ring, and offers up one last piece of wisdom:

RAVAGER: That showed balls. But you’re still fired.

Ravager nods his thanks to Taboo, who makes his way back to the locker room. Hostile is slowly getting back to his feet… Ravager sends him back down
with a Sliding D! He covers! One… two… Hostile gets a shoulder up!

COREY TAYLOR: That kid may be broken in half, but he kept Ravager from getting a pin on Hostile after that Suplex. So his plan wasn’t a total failure!
ROB MARTINEZ: You actually think he had a plan?

COREY TAYLOR: That may be a bit generous, granted.

Ravager looks to finish Hostile off, tries to lock on the Kata-Hajime! But he’s been weakened too much to really cinch it in. Hostile grabs Ravager’s leg
and pulls him onto his back for a pin! ONE!! TWO!! Ravager gets a shoulder up to avoid pinning himself! Hostile slips out of the hold…

And slaps on the Demon’s Dream! He pulls back on the neck of Ravager, who is in intense pain! Referee Stone is right there to check for a submission! Ravager
shouts out “NO”, but he can’t break the hold! Hostile pulls back even harder, and Stone looks like he’s ready to end the match right there! He’s about
to call for the bell…

Ravager reaches out and grabs the bottom rope! Stone forces the break, and Hostile is livid, feeling Stone waited too long to call for the bell! Stone
stands his ground, telling Hostile that there was no submission, so the match continues. Hostile drives a vicious knee to the back of Ravager’s head. Then
another. He grabs Ravager around the waist and hauls him up with a gut wrench powerbomb! Ravager laid flat on the mat, and now Hostile goes to the top
rope! He’s going for the New Jersey Head Shot! Ravager rolls to the ropes just as Hostile reaches the top turnbuckle. Ravager grabs the ropes and starts
shaking them! Hostile tries to keep his balance but finally falls, crotching himself on the top turnbuckle! Ravager spies the chair that never did get
kicked out of the ring, and grabs it. He tees off on Hostile’s head, bending it on the Heritage champ’s skull! Hostile is busted open from the shot! Ravager
climbs on to the turnbuckle, and he’s going for Instant Karma! He starts to lift him up… but he can’t do it! Too much damage has been done! Hostile fires
some punches to Ravager’s gut, then pushes him off the turnbuckles! Ravager lands flat on his back, and now Hostile comes off with the New Jersey Head
Shot! Ravager rolls out of the way! Hostile lands face first on the mat! Ravager tries to get to his feet, but he is having serious trouble now. Hostile
is stirring, but he’s not moving very fast either. Ravager climbs/falls out of the ring, and now he’s looking under the ring for something…

The fans cheer as Ravager pulls out a table! He slides it into the ring, then climbs in and starts to set it up near the turnbuckles! Hostile is to his
knees, and Ravager comes over and drives his knee into the side Hostile’s skull! He hefts Hostile up and sets him on the table. And now Ravager climbs
to the top rope. He’s going for his own diving headbutt! … Hostile rolls off the table. Ravager climbs down to place Hostile back on the table…

Low blow by Hostile! Ravager crumples… Hostile lifts Ravager up and drops him across the top turnbuckle!

COREY TAYLOR: Snake eyes!

Ravager’s head snaps back again, and now he looks like he can barely stand. Hostile sets Ravager up on the top rope. He slowly climbs up, stopping once
to regain his balance. He hooks Ravager’s arms, going for a superplex! Ravager fires some shots to the gut, trying to fight the move. Hostile clubs Ravager
across the neck with a forearm shot. Both men are now teetering on the top rope, fighting to keep their balance. Hostile tries one more time for the superplex…
Ravager with a fist to the kidneys, and now he sweeps the leg…

STO off the top rope through the table! The fans roar as the table explodes! Both men are down and out! Referee Stone starts to count both men out…

Ravager manages to drape his arm across Hostile’s chest! Stone counts!

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!

JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner: RAVAGER!!

ROB MARTINEZ: Hostile showed tonight why he is a true champion! But he may have given Ravager just a little too much added motivation!

COREY TAYLOR: Ravager got lucky. He’ll be even luckier if he can walk out of here!

Hostile has rolled out of the ring, and looks back on Ravager with a sneer before walking away. Ravager slowly pulls himself up with the help of Stone
and Chris Kamikaze. He soaks in the cheers as the REBEL fans give him one last ovation.

Only one match to go…

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JENNY JERSEY: Alright fans, it is now time for the NAPW vs REBEL RUMBLE! The rules are as follows: every wrestle can only eliminate the opposing team’s
wrestlers by throwing them over the top rope, with both feet hitting the floor…. new wrestlers enter the match every minute until all 15 are in! The
surviving team wins! Now, the two men who drew numbers one and two…

Corrosion of Conformity blasts out and the crowd boos Steve Parker, NAPW, who steps through the curtain with The Smile plastered over his face.

JENNY JERSEY: Representing NAPW, he is “THE STAR-SPANGLED SENSATION”… STEVE PARKER!

ROB MARTINEZ: Former Heritage Champion, definitely one of NAPW’s hottest young stars. But this contest is unusual, in that it is a TEAM Rumble. Parker
is on the ‘same side’ as a couple men who aren’t fond of him – namely Bruce “The Beast” Richards!

COREY TAYLOR: These fans here boo Parker, the fans in Alberta boo Parker, it’s a joke. He’s an American’s American and deserves a standing ovation.

ROB MARTINEZ: Come on Corey, he’s kind of arrogant…

COREY TAYLOR: Wouldn’t you be if you knew you were the best? You’re not, because -I- am.

Just in time for fall: THE BEATLES! “Why Don’t We Do It In The Road?” elicits a big pop as fan-favorite Mike Trey struts out, wearing his classic “GIVE
US A WIGGLE” t-shirt.

JENNY JERSEY: And representing REBEL Pro, MIKE “ASSMAN” TREY!

ROB MARTINEZ: And like I said before, the NAPW team might have trouble getting along… but so might the REBEL team! I don’t think any of the REBEL members
in the match like the FTC’s Cuzin Zeke… but here we go! Parker from behind and the match is on!

COREY BRANDON: Assman shouldn’t have turned his back on him.

Parker tries to dump Trey over, but Mike holds on and gets an elbow in Parker’s face. Steve stumbles, here comes Assman looking for the Ass-Cracker, Parker
blocks, nails a dropkick. Chop across the chest! Parker grabs Assman by the legs and tries to dump him over, Trey hanging on to the top rope.

ROB MARTINEZ: Parker could give his team an early advantage by eliminating Trey, but we don’t know what team will get the next member – the order of entrance
was drawn at random in the back!

Trey fights his way back to the canvas, now trying to just force Parker over. He’s not having any more luck than his opponent did, however, and Parker
claws the eyes to get out. Parker whips Trey to the ropes – reversal – side Russian Leg Sweep! Parker is down, and Assman…

GIVES ‘EM A WIGGLE!

THREE, TWO, ONE, BLAAAAAAAAAAAAT!

The airhorn signals a new entrant into the match…

ROB MARTINEZ: And here comes a member of BLOOD HARVEST, NAPW’s newest tag team – Roger “Rocketsauce” Malone! And he’s wearing the new Blood Harvest t-shirt…
wait a minute. Does it only have THREE tour dates on it?

COREY TAYLOR: Limited edition, Martinez. If you didn’t get one earlier you’re out of luck.

ROB MARTINEZ: And what is… what the heck is Chaz throwing to the crowd?

Indeed, the bass player/manager for Blood Harvest, “Chedda” Chaz, looks bombed out of his mind, his tour t-shirt still with a piece of tape with the price
on it… and he’s tossing some objects out of a bowl. One lands at the announce table.

COREY TAYLOR: OH MY GOD IT’S A SPLEEN

ROB MARTINEZ: Relax, Corey. It’s fake… disgusting, but fake. Blood Harvest branching out into new merchandising ideas – this fake spleen even has their
logo on it!

Clad in full “metal” outfit, Roger reaches in the bowl and tosses a fake, slimey large intestine to a confused Mike Trey —

AND STEVE PARKER SNEAKS UP BEHIND AND TIPS MIKE OUT OF THE RING!

JENNY JERSEY: Mike Trey has been eliminated!

ROB MARTINEZ: REBEL is down one man, and that means… well, we have two NAPW wrestlers in the ring with nothing to do.

COREY TAYLOR: They have an advantage then!

Rocketsauce gets in the Rumble and looks like he wants to fight Parker? Steve gives him The Smile and says let’s just wait…

THREE, TWO, ONE, BLAAAAAAAAAT!

ROB MARTINEZ: Here comes another REBEL wrestler… but the fans sure don’t have much to cheer for. It’s Cuzin Zeke!

COREY TAYLOR: He is the Carolinas Champion, he deserves respect.

As Cuzin Zeke hits the ring, Parker is chatting quickly to Rocketsauce. He has a PLAN. The big man steps in, Parker and Rocketsauce charge — Parker stops
short! Rocketsauce tries to lift the big Kentuckian up and over the top rope to no avail… Big forearm shot across the back! Zeke hooks a struggling Rocketsauce
in a front face lock, staring at Parker, who just shrugs. Zeke with a big suplex to Blood Harvest’s guitar player. Zeke picks him up over his head, looking
to dump him over the top rope with ease, but Parker pulls Roger’s feet and yanks him off. Parker nails Zeke and tries to dump him out as a rattled Roger
gets up to try to help.

ROB MARTINEZ: Zeke is one of the biggest men who will be in this match, Parker and Roger not having an easy time putting him out.

COREY TAYLOR: He’s the BEST big man in the match.

Try as they might, Parker and Roger can’t get Zeke over the top. They get shoved away. Big right hand knocks Roger down, another one sends Parker reeling
…

THREE, TWO, ONE, BLAAAAAAAT!

The crowd finally has a reason to cheer —

“THE SHOW” CHAD KURTIS comes out of the chute!

ROB MARTINEZ: The man “on his own damn time” as it were! Chad is a star in both NAPW and REBEL, and in this match wasn’t going to take sides. Definitely
the wildcard and the underdog, but that’s just how Chad likes it.

COREY TAYLOR: I heard Chad likes it…

ROB MARTINEZ: Why are you so gross?

Chad Kurtis hits the ring… and immediately goes after FTC member Cuzin Zeke! Chad is gunning for Mikey Massacre’s REBEL World Title after all. Zeke swings,
Chad ducks and starts peppering him with big shots! He has Zeke on the ropes, gets a run — ZEKE BACKDROPS CHAD! HE — manages to land on the ring apron!
Zeke thinks he’s eliminated Chad, he turns around to gloat, receives a shoulder to the midsection! Kurtis sunset flips back into the ring, sending Zeke
down. No pinfalls here, so Kurtis leaps up and hits a basement dropkick into Zeke’s face. Rocketsauce jumps Chad from behind and tries to knock him out
of the ring, Kurtis hits a back kick to the gut and delivers a pele kick that sends Roger to the canvas! Steve Parker tryin’ to sneak up on Chad, but he
gets caught. Kurtis with a flurry sends Parker to the corner. He looks out to the fans, do they want it? CHOP! Parker holds his chest in pain, but Zeke
comes from behind with a double ax handle. Parker smiles, and then he and Zeke begin putting the boots to “The Show!”

ROB MARTINEZ: I can’t believe it, NAPW and REBEL are teaming up to try to put The Show out!

COREY TAYLOR: Just goes to show you that nobody likes Chad Kurtis.

THREE, TWO, ONE, BLAAAAAAAAAT!

ROB MARTINEZ: Chad might want to hope it’s somebody who’ll turn the tide for him… it’s another member of Blood Harvest! NAPW gets a third man in the
ring, here comes James “Deadpool” Blackpool!

COREY TAYLOR: Lead singer and also guitar of Blood Harvest, you nimrod.

Deadpool hits the ring as Show is fighting off three men. He seems to be

getting somewhere when James hits him with a Double “Guitar” handle smash from
behind. Zeke starts choking out The Show as Deadpool and Rocketsauce high-five. Parker Smiles, but then James starts yelling at him. “You’re not singing
for this band, don’t even think about it!” Parker has no idea what’s going on as Rocketsauce tries to calm James down. Still scowling at Parker, James
starts attacking The Show. Parker and Rocketsauce join in as Zeke lifts Show up to put him out. Chad is hanging on for dear life to the top and middle
ropes, trying to fight out, but it looks bad for him…

COREY TAYLOR: And there’s nobody on Chad’s team to come “save him.” Hahaha.

ROB MARTINEZ: It’s not looking good for The Show here, that’s for sure.

THREE, TWO, ONE, BLAAAAAAAAAAT!

ROB MARTINEZ: You were saying nobody would save The Show, Corey? How about his BIG BROTHER — HERE COMES MATTHEW KURTIS!

COREY TAYLOR: He’d be stupid to do so, they’re against each other in this —

But Matt Kurtis goes right to the aid of his brother! He tears off Rocketsauce… BIG RIGHT HAND! James runs at him EATS A BIG BOOT! Steve Parker runs
at the man and gets an inverted atomic drop for his troubles. While Parker dances to the tune of his singin’ jewels, Cuzin Zeke charges at Matt Kurtis.
The two bigger men go at it, Zeke with a slug. He whips Matt off the ropes, but Matt explodes off with the Bluegrass Mafia kick, knocking Zeke down! The
Show and Matt bump knuckles…

ROB MARTINEZ: It looks like the Kurtis clan are going to take everybody else out and then settle it between themselves.

COREY TAYLOR: Foolish sentiment!

Zeke gets up, but it’s not as if Matt Kurtis can eliminate him – they’re technically on the same team in this contest. So that leaves Zeke to instead grab
Steve Parker and try to put him out… Chad and Matt each take up a Blood Harvest member and deliver wicked chops to each man’s chest! They each howl in
pain as Chad shouts “WELCOME TO WRESTLING.”

THREE, TWO, ONE, BLAAAAAAAAAAT!

ROB MARTINEZ: Here comes a REBEL newcomer, Kid Loser! The ring is filling up, we’re up to seven men — wait a minute! Blood Harvest with double low blows!
Deadpool is trying to put Matt Kurtis out… what’s Rocketsauce saying to Chaz?

Rocketsauce whips Chad to the ropes, as Chedda stumbles onto the apron and yanks the top rope down.

Too bad for him that Chad reversed the whip. Rocketsauce goes spilling over the top rope!

JENNY JERSEY: Rocketsauce has been eliminated!

Kid Loser hits the ring as Roger shouts at Chedda, who just smiles and rubs his nose. Roger takes off the back, frustrated as Kid Loser tries to sneak
up on Chad and dump him out. Meanwhile Parker has gotten free of Zeke and is trying to help Deadpool put Matt Kurtis out of the match… Zeke goes after
Chad as well, as each Kurtis brother is being double-teamed.

THREE, TWO, ONE, BLAAAAAAAAAAT!

ROB MARTINEZ: Christopher Samsonite is in the match, another REBEL wrestler. They’re starting to pile up here!

COREY TAYLOR: Samsonite could be the dark horse winner, Martinez.

Samsonite goes right for Parker and Deadpool, helping out his REBEL compatriot. He tries to eliminate Deadpool… as Parker sneaks up on Cuzin Zeke and
Kid Loser, who are trying to push Chad out, lifting both men up! Loser and Chad tumble over the top but land on the ring apron, as Zeke turns around and
nails Parker with a big shot. He starts stomping.

All around the ring everybody is trying to eliminate somebody, struggling to topple a man over the top.

THREE, TWO, ONE, BLAAAAAAAAAAAAT!

ROB MARTINEZ: ANOTHER REBEL wrestler. Johnny Maverick hits the ring!

Maverick immediately joins up with Cuzin Zeke trying to eliminate Steve Parker. Deadpool is barely hanging on while the powerful Matthew Kurtis tries to
just shove him over the top rope. Kid Loser and Christopher Samsonite are working on “The Show.”

ROB MARTINEZ: Something has to give.

COREY TAYLOR: It’s all REBEL right now, they could make this very easy on themselves by eliminating all their foes…

THREE, TWO, ONE, BLAAAAAAAAAAAAT!

ROB MARTINEZ: NAPW sending another one out… IT’S THE BEAST!

COREY TAYLOR: Look out!

Richards storms the ring, roaring! He immediately is set upon by Johnny Maverick — WHO GETS TOSSED OVER THE TOP ROPE! Christopher Samsonite goes for
The Beast, gets brought onto his shoulders!

CHARRRRRRRRRRRT ATTTTAAAAAAAAAAAACK!

Over the top rope onto Johnny Maverick!

Steve Parker and Deadpool take cover from their raging teammate as Matthew Kurtis gets knocked into the corner by a clothesline. The Show is no enemy of
The Beast’s, but nonetheless he gets his head taken off with a lariat! That leaves only one man standing —

CUZIN ZEKE!

Zeke hits The Beast, Beast returns fire. They’re trading blows in the center of the ring, Zeke tries to grab a Cobra Clutch — but Bruce reverses into
one of his own. And there’s the BOMB portion of his! Zeke gets up, staggered, and turns around into a huge clothesline RIGHT OVER THE TOP ROPE! The fans
are booing and cheering, not happy about REBEL getting owned by The Beast, but cheering for Zeke being eliminated!

JENNY JERSEY: Johnny Maverick, Christopher Samsonite, and Cuzin Zeke have all been eliminated!

ROB MARTINEZ: And just like that the match complexion has changed! REBEL is down to just two men, Kid Loser and Matthew Kurtis, after seeing three eliminated.
COREY TAYLOR: BUT CAN THE BEAST GET ALONG WITH STEVE PARKER?

Sure enough, Beast’s nemesis in recent times is standing up nervously, smiling *the smile*, and extending his hand to The Beast. Richards glares at the
American-American… and shakes? NO!

He yanks Parker in, CHART ATTACK! Beast picks up a dead Parker and tosses him over the top rope?

COREY TAYLOR: What a moron. He can’t eliminate his own teammate!

ROB MARTINEZ: I don’t think Bruce cares, he just wanted a piece of Steve Parker. And you’re right, Parker is NOT eliminated… but he ain’t in a hurry
to get back into the ring.

Richards looks out the crowd, smirking and raising his eyebrows. He shrugs as the crowd cheers, laughing at Steve Parker.

THREE, TWO, ONE… BLAAAAAAAAAAAT!

The third member of Blood Harvest comes charging out, Daniel “Thrill Kill” Kilroy. In the ring “The Show” is fending off the attack of Rocketsauce, Daniel
gets in the ring and nails a spinning heel kick on The Show. Blood Harvest picking the man up. Kid Loser goes after The Beast, and he’s joined by Matthew
Kurtis as they try to eliminate Richards. The struggles carry the minute…

THREE, TWO, ONE, BLAAAAAAAAAAAAT!

COREY TAYLOR: My favorite to win with Cuzin Zeke out!

ROB MARTINEZ: Former REBEL Pro World Champion, NAPW world champion – the man has held it all! Lloyd Rees!

Rees hits the ring and immediately tips Matt Kurtis and Kid Loser up and over – almost sending Bruce out in the process! Matt’s big form doesn’t receive
the forced momentum, but Loser goes right to the floor and is out.

JENNY JERSEY: Kid Loser has been eliminated!

ROB MARTINEZ: I think Rees was hoping his act would send Bruce out as well, at the ‘hands’ of the REBEL wrestlers.

COREY TAYLOR: Blasphemer.

Rees then goes for “The Show” Chad Kurtis…

THREE, TWO, ONE, BLAAAAAAAAAAT!

Taboo is coming to the ring! The whole way he keeps looking in the crowd, as if scanning for someone…

ROB MARTINEZ: Taboo no doubt expecting another appearance by Hostile, who has made a point of interfering against Taboo over recent months. But that feud
won’t be settled here tonight!

COREY TAYLOR: Taboo better get his head straight or he’ll be tossed right out.

“The Suplex Automaton” hits the ring and starts suplexing! The Show gets suplexed! Matt Kurtis! And then Lloyd Rees just for good measure!

THREE, TWO, ONE, BLAAAAAAAAAAAT!

ROB MARTINEZ: The final man in the match, and the last REBEL entrant – El Rey de Corazones! And as much as I hate to see it, NAPW has a big numbers advantage
here!

El Rey hits the ring and grabs the two Blood Harvest members, conking their heads together. The popular luchardore big man then tosses him them both over
by the scruffs of their necks — Thrill Kill manages to hang on, but Deadpool is outta here!

JENNY JERSEY: Deadpool has been eliminated!

Rees from behind!

JENNY JERSEY: El Rey de Corazones has been eliminated!

COREY TAYLOR: Don’t ever turn your back in a battle royale. Not that he can see much with that mask blocking most of his vision.

ROB MARTINEZ: Bad break for REBEL – The Show and Matthew Kurtis are fighting The Beast!

Double irish whip, double clothesline — THE BEAST DUCKS IT! WAIT! Rees and Parker (who snuck back into the ring) each pull down the top rope! Beast almost
goes over, not quite, but Chad & Matt hit that double clothesline sending Bruce out!

JENNY JERSEY: Bruce Richards has been eliminated!

ROB MARTINEZ: We wondered how the teams would do, but we can see — Lloyd Rees and Steve Parker want all the glory for themselves!

Parker tells Rees “Thanks, I’ll handle it from here.” Rees doesn’t take too kindly to that, telling Parker to “WATCH DA MASTER AT WORK!” Parker and Rees
argue with one another

SUPERKICK!

Rees ducks the superkick meant for him, and Parker sails over the top rope! Rees tells Parker that’s what he gets — Parker grabs Rees outstretched hand
and holds on to it? Matt Kurtis easily hoists Rees up and over the top rope with the assist!

JENNY JERSEY: Steve Parker and Lloyd Rees have been eliminated!

ROB MARTINEZ: Dissension in the NAPW ranks has cost the NAPW squad, they’re down to just Taboo and Thrill Kill after having a huge advantage. In fact,
we are at the final four — Taboo, Thrill Kill, Chad Kurtis and Matt Kurtis!

Taboo is leaning over the top rope, yelling “WAS THAT HOSTILE? COME ON HOSTILE! COME IN! TRY TO COST ME! COME ON!” And behind him…

THE SHOW TIPS HIM OVER!

JENNY JERSEY: Taboo has been eliminated!

Taboo looks up, a little bit upset, but Chad says “I’m my OWN damn team in this one, pal.” Meanwhile, it looks like the remaining members of Blood Harvest
have made their way back to ringside to cheer on Thrill Kill!

COREY MARTIN: That is one of the smartest things I’ve seen Chad Kurtis do.

ROB MARTINEZ: Taboo clearly distracted by even the spectre of Hostile… One man left in each fed!

Thrill Kill charges in, throwing right hands at both Chad and Matt! And… he has little to no effect. His situation dawns upon him as Chad and Matt exchange
glances…

WHAM!

Matt sets him up —

BLUEGRASS BOMB!

Chad picks up Thrill Kill’s carcass, tells his brother NO THIS IS HOW YOU DO IT

CK FINALE!

Thrill Kill is toast, splattered on the canvas— and both Kurtis brothers pick him up and toss him out of the ring onto Blood Harvest!

And now the crowd is getting into it as Chad and Matt circle each other. Chad ducks a right hand, hits a dropkick sending Matt to the ropes. He tries to
eliminate his big brother, but Matt is too strong. He turns it around, picks Chad up in snake eyes to throw him out… Chad hooks his feet around Matt’s
head! THEY BOTH TUMBLE OUT!

And… wait a minute.

JENNY JERSEY: Chad and Matt Kurtis have been eliminated…

ROB MARTINEZ: We don’t have a winner! Nobody is left —

COREY TAYLOR: Yes there is, Rob.

In the ring, Thrill Kill is still splat on the mat.

JENNY JERSEY: Therefore the winner of the NAPW vs REBEL Rumble… DANIEL “THRILL KILL” KILROY!

ROB MARTINEZ: I don’t believe it, Blood Harvest have won the match! The rest of his band kept him from hitting both feet on the floor and deposited him
back on the canvas!

COREY TAYLOR: The power of the metal.

Rocketsauce and Deadpool rush into the ring Chaz stumbles halfway then passes out, drooling at ringside, as Blood Harvest raise Thrill Kill to his feet.
He’s out like a light, no idea that he’s a winner! But even if it was by fluke, Blood Harvest have their first big win.

——————————————————————————–

“Don’t Wanna Stop” hits the speakers and TDA come out to a mixed reaction; cheers for Macculloch and hearty boos for Demo-man. Mac shakes a few hands as
Demo just walks on down to the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, representing New Alberta Pro Wrestling, at a total combined weight of five hundred and one pound… DEMO-MAN and MACCULLOCH…
TOTAL DESTRUCTION ALLIANCE!

Mac shares a few shots with the crowd before rolling inside the ring to stand beside his brother.

“heeee heee heee heee hee” The laughter of ICP’s “Oddities” hits the speakers and the crowd jump to their feet as their favorite, well one of their favorite
teams, come out for a match. Freak Show is passing out nude Demo-man action figures with magnifying glasses attached to their crotches.

JENNY JERSEY: Representing Rebel Pro, at a total combined weight of five hundreed pounds… THE FREAK and SHUT DOWN…. THE FREAK SHOW!

Demo-man is furious at the dolls, and he tries to snatch one, but they wisely keep them out of his reach. Demo-man is handcuffed near the Corey Taylor
as Shut Down is handcuffed near Rob Martinez; Shut Down is hitting on Jenny Jersey as Macculloch and The Freak are set to do battle inside the ring.

DING DING

Collar and elbow, but no, The Freak slides under the outstretched arm of Mac to deliver a standing dropkick to the former Carolinas champion sending him
forward. Freak lunges for a bulldog, but Macculloch manages to fall to the side telegraphing the move. Freak slides to crotch himself on the ringpost as
he stares eye to middle turnbuckle padding. Mac with a running knee slams Freak’s face into the turnbuckle, Freak falling backwards from the impact of
face on padding. Mac with a leg drop across Freak’s throat and he picks him up to his feet. Wristlock into a hammerlock, but Freak ducks, flips, and has
Mac in a rear waistlock position, he leans back trying to complete the move, but Mac falls forward sending Freak flying over his body. Freak lands on his
feet, springing to the middle rope to smash his back elbow into Mac’s upturned face and down to the mat. Freak hits the ropes, jumping over Mac’s prone
body, to spring back with a moonsault, but Mac raises his knees and the Freak crashes down on the upturned knees. Freak is holding at his midsection as
Mac is up slamming a foot into his face, hitting the ropes, swinging neckbreaker takes Freak down to the canvas.

ROB MARTINEZ: Back and forth from the current Rebel Pro star and the former Rebel Pro star.

COREY TAYLOR: I’m going to get some nachos and a beer.

Corey Taylior actually gets up passing by Demo-man as the action continues inside the ring. Mac lifts Freak up to his feet, whipping him into the ropes,
Corey Taylor sneaks an arm out to trip the Freak sending him down to the canvas. Freak falls right onto Mac’s shoulder, the Irishman turns to deliver a
running powerslam to The Freak before hooking the leg. Corey Taylor reaches to pull Dale McDonald out of the ring so he is unable to make the count; Mac
is furious at the double intrusion of the announcer. He leans over the ropes to yell at the shrugging man. Freak grabs both of Mac’s ankles to flip him
up and over the top rope to land on the outside, Mac shakes his head. Freak hits the ropes, he launches himself over the top to crash on Macculloch with
a suicide dive. Freak, pulls Mac up to his feet to slam his head into the railing around ringside. The referee, not sure if there is count-outs or not,
makes no count on the two men. Freak slams Mac’s head into the railing once, twice, and three times before Mac is able to block the fourth one to slam
Freak’s face into the metal. Jenny Jersey rushes over to inform Dale McDonald that this match falls under Rebel Rules, he nods as she returns to the timekeeper’s
table..

ROB MARTINEZ: Jenny informing referee McDonald that this match falls under Rebel rules.

JENNY JERSEY: That is right Rob, he looked a bit confused there.

ROB MARTINEZ: That is a fact Jenny.

Mac slams a fist into Freak’s gut doubling him over from the face pain and the gut shot, he lifts Freak up, dropping him throat first across the railing.
Freak bounces back holding at his throat, Mac slams into him with a clothesline that flips Freak over onto the floor. Mac gets a few cheers here, but the
majority of his Rebel support has left after his disappearance. Freak is trying to get over to his knees, but Mac has a steel chair, Freak notices a loop
in the cable behind Mac’s foot. Freak yanks on the cable sending Mac sprawling on his back. Freak is smiling through a mouth of blood as he spits a bloody
wad onto the concrete, he pulls Mac back up, placing his head under his arm for a vertical suplex. Mac reverses and Freak’s back crashes on top of the
railing, his back isn’t supposed to bend that way! Freak rolls over onto his front as Mac falls to his knees breathing hard. Freak isn’t moving much, but
Mac has gotten back up to his feet and is walking over to where Freak is laying, he hops the railing to pull Freak up. He tosses Freak over the railing
and near the ring, he is paying no attention to either Shut Down or to his own brother Demo-man, the “here is your balls” guy. Mac rolls Freak inside the
ring before stepping through the ropes himself, He stomps on Freak’s forehead before lifting him to sit on the second rope. Mac backs up to Freak so that
he is almost in a piggyback position, Mac runs forward flipping Freak over with a slam and immediately dropping a leg across his throat, he hooks the leg
for a cover.

One… Two.. Thr

ROB MARTINEZ: Freak able to get a shoulder up just in time.

JENNY JERSEY: It seems Freak likes this kind of action.

ROB MARTINEZ: What do you mean?

JENNY JERSEY: The hardcore, the pain, the… torture.

Shut Down is smiling and nodding his head as he hears what Jenny Jersey is saying, Demo-man looks over to Shut Down, just wanting to fight somebody. Mac
pulls Freak back up, but Freak with a jab to Mac’s ribs, following it up with a thigh kick, front kick, toe kick, and a roundhouse kick to the spot where
he jabbed Mac’s ribs. The combo catches Mac off-guard and it allows Freak to spring from the ropes with a tornado DDT sending Mac down to the canvas. Freak
climbs to the top rope, going for his Sight Unseen finishing move, he dives out, Mac with a double knee lift into Freak’s midsection. Freak bounces back
up, bent over trying to breathe, he spits blood onto the canvas. Mac hits the ropes slamming a knee into Freak’s face so hard taht it lifts him into a
vertical position, Mac with an immediate stunner takes him back down. Mac hooks the leg and Dale McDonald slides into position.

One… Two… Three.

DING! DING! DING!

JENNY JERSEY(to the entire crowd): Ladies and gentlemen, Total Destruction Alliance has won the first fall.

She walks over to unlock Demo-Man’s handcuff, releasing him from the bonds. Demo walks to the ring, but stops to turn around and nail Shut Down with a
vicious right hand; the crowd boos. Shut Down rushes forward as far as the hand cuff will allow him, but Demo-man just laughs as he picks up the ring bell
to nail Shut Down first in the groin and then in the forehead with the object. Shut Down slumps down to the floor Demo-man mouths “Rebel rules.” The crowd
is booing heavily at Demo’s actions, but he is just focused on winning at this point. He climbs onto the apron to stretch out his hand for Mac to tag him
in. Mac tags in Demo, who steps through the ropes. He picks Freak up as Mac steps through the ropes to stand on the apron.

JENNY JERSEY: The members of the Total Destruction Alliance must tag each other in order to enter the match.

Demo-man laughs and once again mouths “Rebel Rules.” Demo with a forearm to Freak’s already bleeding mouth and an Irish whip. Demo charges in with a shoulder
block taking Freak down, he wipes his hands as he stands over Freak. Demo hits the ropes, going for a Eighties big leg drop, but he misses Freak, who manages
to roll out of the way. Demo lands on his ass and Freak is smiling as he looks into Demo’s eyes, Demo gulps as Freak’s fist connects with the bridge of
his nose. Blood flows down Demo’s face from the busted nose and Freak with a quick roundhouse takes Demo in the temple. Shut Down is back up and struggling
at the handcuff, he lifts the railing up from the connectors. Mac has no idea as Freak climbs to the top turnbuckle. Freak dives out with a swanton, his
Sight Unseen again. But talk about unseen, Mac has yet to see Shut Down, but notices him as the railing slams into his head and back toppling him down
to the floor.

ROB MARTINEZ: Freak hooks the leg!

One… Two… Three.

DING! DING! DING!

JENNY JERSEY(To the entire crowd): Ladies and Gentlemen, The Freak Show has won the second fall, the match is now a Texas Tornado Tag Team Match! Winner
takes all!

Jenny leans over the table, Shut Down gets a big time eye full as Jenny unlocks the handcuffs. Jenny leans back to sit in the chair and commentate, Shut
Down nods his approval at her before he turns to the ring and Demo-man. He walks forward, but Mac with a drop toe hold sends Shut Down’s face into the
ring apron hard. Mac gets up, but so does Shut Down, the big man is ready to go. Mac with a right hand into Shut Down’s temple, Shut Down fires back with
one of his own and these two are going toe to toe, fist to fist, blow for freaking blow right here outside the ring. Mac is holding his own against one
of the biggest men in Rebel Pro. Freak flies over the top rope as Shut Down backs off, Freak crashes into Mac sending him into the announce table.

JENNY JERSEY: Oh my, he landed right in my lap!

ROB MARTINEZ: Don’t worry, he doesn’t seem to be complaining.

Freak pulls himself back up by the section of railing that isn’t missing to kick Mac in the temple and grab a cup of Coke from a fan at ringside. Freak
takes a big swallow and spits it right back in Mac’s face! Mac wipes the sticky carbonation off his face to throw a right hand into Freak’s ribs sending
him backwards into the crowd. Demo-man has gotten up and Shut Down is unaware of the movement, Demo hits the ropes, baseball slide right into Shut Down’s
back sends him stumbling forward. Demo leaps into the air, bulldog sends Shut Down’s face into the concrete, Demo up with a leg drop on the back of his
skull as well. Freak and Mac are battling in the crowd throwing rights and lefts at each other with utter abandonment. Mac with a right fist sends Freak
backwards into an elderly woman’s lap, Freak drapes himself on her shoulders to rest for a minute. A fan offers Mac some popcorn, he accepts before turning
to watch Demo and Shut Down brawling. Mac takes the empty seat beside the elderly woman and offers Freak some of the buttery deliciousness of the popcorn,
Freak accepts as him and Mac look back on at the action ringside.

JENNY JERSEY: Those two are eating popcorn together.

ROB MARTINEZ: Well, they have been in the match since the beginning, maybe they needed a break.

JENNY JERSEY: But in the middle of a match?

ROB MARTINEZ: Stranger things have happened.

JENNY JERSEY: Estabon?

Rob nods his agreement as Shut Down pounds an elbow into the side of his face sending Demo back to the ring. He charges in, but Demo dives forward with
a spear, but the big man doesn’t budge, he looks down and laughs. Shut Down’s eyes widen as Demo slams the back of his skull into Shut Down’s balls, the
big man felt that and he goes to hold himself, but Demo nails another ball headbutt, and a third. Shut Down shoves Demo away to console his genitals, but
Demo isn’t letting him rest. He drives a forearm into his back, before knee clipping him down to one knee. Off in the crowd Freak and Mac are still sharing
the popcorn when they reach the bottom, Mac looks at Freak, Freak looks at the old woman and jumps up and back from her. He points to her and screams that
it is Edna Glickman, she smiles. Freak snatches the popcorn bucket from Mac and holds up one finger, Mac nods. Freak slams the bucket down onto Edna’s
head effectively covering her face. He turns to Mac, who is nodding again, both men get in a fighting stance. Freak with an MMA single leg takedown, Mac
fires away with fists and forearm shots to Freak’s head, but to no avial as Freak takes him down on the concrete. Both men are rolling around in the crowd,
who is scattering quickly to avoid getting injured. Mac and Freak roll through spilled beer, popcorn, Coke, and cotton candy, they are up against the back
wall throwing fists to each other. Freak slams a knee into Mac’s thigh giving him the slight advantage and allowing him to stand up. Freak turns, chewed
gum sticking to his hair and forehead; he walks towards the ring and Shut Down who is still holding his manhood in pain. Demo slams a fist into Shut Down’s
gut, but the big man can feel nothing else at the moment and Demo is taking the time to cause as much punishment as he possibly can. Demo with a chair
shot busts Shut Down’s forehead open sending him stumbling up against the ring post. Demo flies at Shut Down with the chair, but Freak chatches the ankle
and locks in a quick heel hook on Demo-man. Demo tries to spin around, but Shut Down manages a right knee into Demo’s face knocking him temporarily unconscious.
Here comes Mac through the crowd diving from the railing with a flying clothesline taking Shut Down out with a solid shot to his face. Shut Down bounces
off his skull off the concrete and isn’t moving; the crowd is behind both teams now, but for some strange reason, they don’t like Demo-man.

ROB MARTINEZ: The fans are loving this match.

JENNY JERSEY: All the gore… is lovely.

Mac with a front kick to the back of Freak’s gum covered head sends him face first onto the announce table. Mac rolls him into the ring, but Demo-man is
unable to stand on his ankle, and he kneels at the apron watching the action inside the ring. Shut Down manages to roll over to his knees, then his feet
as he rubs at the back of his skull, his hand comes back smeared with his own blood. Demo tries to stand, but Shut Down kicks him in the face sending him
back down, he steps over the top rope and into the match. Big boot to Mac catches him off-guard and he lifts Mac up onto his shoulders as he screams at
Freak. Shut Down nudges Freak with the toe of his boot and he finally begins to move. Corey Taylor comes from the back, rubbing at his belly and holding
a thirty-two ounce plastic Budweiser cup. Freak climbs to the top turnbuckle and nails his part of Big Top Insanity, he hooks the leg.

One…

Demo-man is out cold on the floor.

Two…

McDonald’s hand is coming down for the three… Corey Taylor tosses the contents of the cup into Dale’s face stopping the count. He looks up at Shut Down
who is furious at his involvement, he begins to yell at him. Freak dives over the top rope to land on Corey with a suicide plancha and Mac kneels behind
Shut Down as Demo shoves him from the front.

ROB MARTINEZ: Referee Dale McDonald doesn’t see this cover!

JENNY JERSEY: That Corey Taylor is unbelieveable.

Demo slams a boot and Mac similtaneously slams his fist into Shut Down’s temple and the big man goes limp. Demo yells at Mac to roll his big ass out of
the ring and get Freak who hit his head on the floor. Mac does as ordered and rolls Freak back inside the ring. Demo balances himself on one foot as Mac
climbs to the top turnbuckle to lock a full nelson on Freak.

ROB MARTINEZ: The FA-Q!

Demo covers while hooking the leg; Dale McDonald has the beer out of his eyes.

One… Two… Three.

DING! DING! DING!

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and Gentlemen, the winners of the match, the team of Macculloch and Demo-man… Total Destruction Alliance!

The crowd boo, they now have an even bigger reason for hating Corey Taylor, as if they needed another one. Corey sits down at the table, he puts on the
headset.

ROB MARTINEZ: Why did you do it?

COREY TAYLOR: I was hungry, didn’t have time to eat supper.

ROB MARTINEZ: I’m talking about screwing Freak Show out of a win.

COREY TAYLOR: I tried, more than once I might add, to hurry this match along.

ROB MARTINEZ: But why Corey?

COREY TAYLOR: Do I need a reason to do things like this?

ROB MARTINEZ: Good point, it was still uncalled for.

Shut Down gets back up on the outside of the ring and steps over the top rope to stand beside Macculloch and Demo-man, both of whom helped Freak up to
his feet. Jenny Jersey hands Mac a vintage bottle of Mac’s Black and Gold, one of the last remaining bottles, he opens the lid. The smell wafts to the
men in the crowd and they go crazy for a taste, Mac pours a shot for each of the men in the ring and they all down it together. After Freak gets his shot
down, he and Shut Down shake hands with TDA before climbing out of the ring to let TDA have their time in the spotlight.

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The crowd is buzzing as Jenny Jersey takes the center of the ring, ready to announce the combatants of the next match.

JENNY JERSEY: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is your main event of the evening! Introducing first…

Heavy Metal Machine by the Smashing Pumpkins kicks in, and the Rebel Arena is awash in boos and jeers. Mikey Massacre walks out, arms raised, middle fingers
extended. Massacre seems to bask in the negative reaction from the crowd. Smack-talking all the way down the aisle, Massacre stops just shy of ringside
as Jersey introduces him.

JENNY JERSEY: From Albuquerque, New Mexico, weighing two hundred and thirty-five pounds… MIKEY MASSACRE!

Mikey slides into the ring and walks over to the ropes, standing up on the middle rope, slapping his chest and giving the audience Hell.

ROB MARTINEZ: Mikey Massacre seems awfully confident for someone who is about to face a man who he has been ducking since July.

COREY TAYLOR: It’s all a mind game, Rob. Donovan Astros is playing right into Mikey’s little plan, and the sad thing is, he’s the only one out of the loop.
ROB MARTINEZ: Well, now’s the time to pay up on all of the garbage Mikey has been spewing these last few months, ever since the King of Old School tournament.
The big surprise tonight is that he is without his FTC cohorts.

COREY TAYLOR: Mikey Massacre: a man of his word.

Mikey takes his corner, arms still raised and middle fingers still letting the crowd know that they are number one. The Pumpkins die down, only to be replaced
by slowly pounding drums and guitar feedback. All of the instruments join in, ringing out a low chord to a driving beat, until the stringed instruments
start their melody, sending Audioslave’s Cochise into full swing and bringing out The Greatest Wrestler on God’s Green Earth. Donovan Astros walks out
to a mixed reaction, but that’s nothing less than Astros expected.

JENNY JERSEY: His opponent… from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at two hundred and forty-one pounds… DONOVAN ASTROS!

Astros slides into the ring and hits a corner, looking out over the REBEL faithful…some of whom cheer, but most boo.

ROB MARTINEZ: Apparently, the fans here tonight have a hard time forgetting about Astros’ previous treatment of them.

COREY TAYLOR: And rightfully so. Never trust a snake, especially one the likes of Donovan Astros.

ROB MARTINEZ: A lot of history between these two. Going back to the King of Old School tournament when Mikey Massacre made a number of disparaging remarks
about NAPW even as he accepted an open invite into the tournament. That’s when Astros, then New Alberta Pro Wrestling’s commissioner, put a bounty on Massacre’s
head for whoever was able to take him out of the tournament. Massacre would go on to win the tournament, much to Astros’ chagrin, and this feud has escalated
verbally over the past few months. Tonight, at last, they settle it in the ring… physically.

COREY TAYLOR: You know, Donnie talks a big game, but if you bother to keep track of NAPW, you’ll see that his luck has been a little on the down side.
Mikey should have no problem here tonight.

Referee Alan Stone checks both men over.

DING DING DING

The bell rings, and the two men meet in the middle of the ring, nose to nose. Even with the loud boos and small contingent of cheers for Astros, there
is an unmistakable buzz in the Arena.

COREY TAYLOR: Get ready, Rob, because these two just might tear the Rebel Arena down to it’s foundations trying to end each other.

ROB MARTINEZ: You can say that again.

COREY TAYLOR: Get ready, Rob, because these two just might tear…

ROB MARTINEZ: Ha… ha… ha…

Smack is talked between the two men. Finally, Mikey backs off, looking to the jeering crowd, then swings his fist at Astros’ head… only to have it blocked!
Astros fires back, clocking Rebel Pro’s World Champion. Mikey punches back, this time finding his target. The two take turns punching and reeling, speeding
up until they are simply holding the other’s head and swinging in unison, hockey-fight style!

COREY TAYLOR: Wait, are we in Calgary? I feel like I’m watching a Flames/Oilers game…

ROB MARTINEZ: And here we go! Both men slugging it out, neither able to get the other hand!

The two fighters keep slugging away, now moving around the ring. They hit the ropes and begin spinning, trying to jockey for the advantage by pushing the
other into a corner. After rolling past one turnbuckle, the punches cease, giving way to a collar-and-elbow tie-up,

with Astros gaining the upper hand.
More rolling ensues, this time Mikey Massacre gaining control at the next corner. A sneaky eye-gouge stops any resistance Donovan might offer, and Massacre
peppers his opponent’s face with more punches. Massacre brings Astros to the middle of the ropes and whips him off. Massacre attempts a hip toss, only
to have Astros jump through and hiptoss Mikey instead! Massacre is quickly back to his feet… only to be greeted with a backdrop! This time, Mikey is
a little slower to reach upright, and Astros helps him to his feet. Astros double-underhooks the arms… Butterfly Suplex! Mikey scoots to the corner closest
to him and calls for a time out. The crowd laughs as Alan Stone denies Massacre’s request. Astros looks for some audience approval, which is slowly growing.
Still, about sixty percent still give the former NAPW commissioner grief.

ROB MARTINEZ: If Massacre wanted mercy, he shouldn’t have shown his face here.

COREY TAYLOR: Aww, come on now, I saw some hair-pulling and some eye-gouging snuck in there by Ass-tros. Look, even that fan with the sign doesn’t believe
him. ‘Go Home, Astros!’ I love it!

By this time, Mikey is back on his feet, and the two are circling each other. Both are so distracted that neither notice the new, tall presence at ringside.
ROB MARTINEZ: Oh, look now, just when we thought we’d see a fair fight, one of the FTC has come out to un-level the playing field.

COREY TAYLOR: Vincent Black is simply down here to make sure Donnie Ass-tros doesn’t keep pulling any more funny stuff.

Another lock-up, this one a little more stationary. Massacre drops down and hooks in a double-leg takedown, quickly going for the New Mexico Cloverleaf.
Before he gets a chance to tangle Astros’ legs up, Astros pushes Mikey’s head down, rolling him up in a sitdown pin.

One…

Two… easy kickout. Massacre kicks down, forcing Donovan Astros to his back, pinning him down in a reverse North-South position.

One…

Two… Astros locks his own hands together and bridges himself, with Massacre still on top. A spin move later, and Astros has Massacre in position for
a piledriver. Astros lifts… to no avail as Mikey kicks and flails until his feet reach the mat again. Mikey backdrops Astros, who lands on his feet.
Astros runs to the ropes, where Vincent Black trips him just out of eyesight of the ref. While Donovan turns and yells at Black while leaning over the
ropes, Mikey sneaks past him, slides out onto the apron, and grabs Astros’ head, snapping his throat over the top rope and jumping to the floor. Astros
falls down, clutching his Adam’s apple. Mikey shoves his stablemate hard, almost knocking Vincent over. Mikey starts yelling at him, telling him to get
back and that it’s his fight and his alone.

ROB MARTINEZ: Uh-oh, things getting heated in the FTC.

COREY TAYLOR: Come on. Mikey, what are you doing? Vincent is just looking out for you.

The two become so engrossed in their debate that neither notices Donovan Astros ascending the top turnbuckle behind Mikey Massacre. Vincent Black cries
out, but it is too late: Astros dives out with a flying crossbody, knocking both men over! The crowd reaction is huge, as Astros has seemingly won over
the majority. A few boos smatter the Arena. Black makes a hasty retreat as Astros pulls Massacre to his feet, whipping him into the guardrail. Mikey sails
over into the audience and slowly gets to his feet… until Astros sends him back down with a flying body press, over the rail! The crowd support grows
stronger, and Donovan Astros takes a minute to soak in the adulation. He gets distracted by Referee Alan Stone commanding the two to return to the ring,
when Mikey rises up with a chair and clocks Astros from behind, sending him down.

While Astros is reeling, Mikey sets up the chair in front of the railing, as if to sit with his back to it. He goes back to Astros, now back on his feet,
and positions himself behind his victim. Astros is lifed up… Atomic Drop! Mikey quickly grabs the staggering Astros around the head and charges the chair.
Mikey uses the chair to leap over the railing, bulldogging Astros throat-first over the guardrail!

A chorus of boos ring out as Mikey Massacre smirks and gives the finger to those in attendance. He pulls Astros over, grabbing the chair he just used as
a stepping stool and tosses that in the ring before his hurt opponent. Astros, now bleeding from his head, is barely able to pull himself up to a standing
position when Mikey Massacre dropkicks him. The impact knocks Donovan into the ropes, which he catches to keep from falling down. He staggers back into
another Massacre dropkick, falling down but rising slowly in defiance. A third dropkick convinces Astros to just stay down, but Mikey feels he’s got a
point to prove. He throws two more dropkicks… into the air? The crowd boos loudly again, and Mikey lets them know how he feels about their feelings.
Massacre picks his opponent up and hoists him into a vertical suplex… and holds it there.

And holds it…

And holds it…

ROB MARTINEZ: The nerve of Mikey Massacre!

COREY TAYLOR: You mean ‘the skill’?

The mob is getting restless, and lets the Albuquerque native know it. He returns in kind, twirling his middle finger at them before taking a walk around
the ring, choosing to unceremoniously drop his victim in the middle of the ring, floating over for a pin.

One…

Two…

… Kickout!

Mikey quickly bring Astros into a chinlock. Referee Stone checks with Astros to see if he’s still with them. Masascre, using his mat skills, turns Astros
over on his face and locks in a front face lock. Astros starts to kick the mat rhythmically, inciting those in attendance to clap along. Astros starts
to stand, and Massacre squeeze tighter, which doesn’t seem to slow progress. Both men are standing, and Astros attempts to pick his aggressor up. Massacre
kicks his legs, forcing Astros to put him back down. Another lift attempt is thwarted, this time Mikey straightening up attempting to create a base for
himself. The crowd has started an Astros chant.

ROB MARTINEZ: This crowd starting to rally behind Donovan Astros…

Astros lifts Massacre again, but before Mikey can resist, Donovan brings Mikey down over his knee in an inverted atomic drop! Massacre’s eyes bug out,
and Astros puts him in his place with a dropkick. Massacre is up… then down again to another dropkick. He rolls to the ring apron while Astros throw
two phantom dropkicks of his own, the audience eating it up, now completely behind Donovan Astros. Mikey Massacre stands and is greeted by Astros, who
hooks him and attempts to bring him back in with a suplex. Mikey twists out of it and gets a waistlock from behind. He pushes Astros into the ropes and
falls back, attempting a roll-up. Astros denies him, grabbing the top rope and allowing Massacre to roll backward on his own. Astros charges… only to
be caught with the Everplex! Cover!

One…

Two…

… barely kicked out at two and three-quarters!

COREY TAYLOR: CHECK YOUR EYESIGHT, REF! THAT WAS THREE!

Massacre pulls Astros up by his hair and gets behind him, locking in a katahajime. Astros barely has the presence of mind to see where this is going and
grabs for the top rope. A stalemate ensues, with the referee starting to count.

ROB MARTINEZ: Massacre, attempting a Mannyplex…

One… two… three… Massacre releases the hold at four, followed promptly by a boot to Astros’ stomach. Massacre whips Astros to the opposite ropes,
catching him on the rebound with a spinebuster. Mikey grabs the skyward legs, tangles them up, and turns Astros over into the New Mexico Cloverleaf!

COREY TAYLOR: New Mexico Cloverleaf! It’s as good as done!

Alan Stone keeps checking with Donovan Astros to see if he can continue, and Astros resists the pain. Mikey keeps yelling, TAP! TAP! TAAAAAAAAAAP! Finally,
Astros is able to pull himself closer and closer to the edge.

He inches…

Just a fingertip away…

Then, Mikey stands, pulling Astros back to the middle. However, Astros catches a foot, sending Mikey stumbling and falling on his face. Astros is up…
ASTROLOCK! Mikey is flailing and screaming, shaking his head furiously when asked if he wants to give. Referee Stone gets in a little closer, when Mikey
grabs an extended finger of the ref’s and bends it backward. Stone retreats and shakes his hand, not seriously hurt, but annoyed.

ROB MARTINEZ: What an underhanded move by Mikey Massacre!

Astros releases the lock as the ref checks his own finger out. A series of stomps to Mikey Massacre’s back stall the resistance, then Astros picks him
back up again. He positions himself behind Massacre, entangles Mikey’s own arms around him, and executes a textbook perfect Aztecan Suplex! Stone recovers
and is a little late on the dive in for the pin.

One…

Two…

Thr-kickout!

Astros releases the bridge and walks over to the chair, picking it up. He returns to the middle of the ring and drops it. Mikey is standing, but bent over,
perfect for…

THE ASTROLABE ON THE CHAIR!

A loud OHH! rings out from the crowd. Astros tries another pin.

One…

Two…

Three-no, no, no! Kickout!

Astros questions Alan Stone’s count consistency. After being reassured, Astros has Mikey up again. Mikey Massacre is now bleeding from his forehead. Big
right hand makes Massacre waver back. Astros punches again, and Massacre almost falls. Another punch… is caught! Massacre spins Astros back into the
katahajime… MANNYPLEX ON THE CHAIR!

CROWD: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

COVER!

ONE…

TWO…

THREE… NO, WAIT! SHOULDER UP!

COREY TAYLOR: HOW WAS ASTROS ABLE TO FIND THE STRENGTH?

Both men are down. Mikey slowly rises, backs into the corner, and props himself up, feet on the middle ropes, sitting on the top turnbuckle. He catches
his breath as a near-walking-dead Astros finds it in himself to stand. Astros staggers over and throws weak punches at Massacre, who socks his opponent
between the eyes to stop him. Massacre hooks in a front face lock and attempts a swinging DDT. They spin… and Mikey finds himself back in the corner.
This time, Astros lands a jaw-rocking punch and grabs Massacre in a front face lock of his own, dragging Mikey out with his feet still in the ropes…
CONCUSSION CANNON! COVER!

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!

NO! FOOT ON THE ROPES!

Donovan Astros curses aloud as those in attendance rally behind him. He rolls Massacre over face-down, going for the Martyr’s Cross! The crowd cheers,
but the joy is short-lived as Massacre, even in his weakened state, is easily able to reach the ropes with his foot. Astros, his anger becoming his fuel,
decides to ascend the top turnbuckle. The injuries have taken it’s toll, and Donovan Astros is slow to climb, stopping part of the way up to catch his
breath, his head propped against the buckle pad. Mikey takes this moment to set the chair up in the sitting position a short distance away. When Astros
reaches the top, Massacre runs up the corner and grabs Astros…

THE SELLOUT ON THE OPEN CHAIR!

ROB AND COREY, SIMULTANEOUSLY: MOTHER OF GOOOOODD!

The chair is demolished, but it still looks better than the two warriors in the ring. Both are down as Alan Stone begins the count.

One, two, three… Mikey rolls over and begins to crawl… four, five, six… almost there… seven, eight, nine… cover by Massacre!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

NO! SHOULDER UUUUUUUPPP!!!

ROB MARTINEZ: Now even I am surprised! Donovan Astros showing tremendous resiliency here tonight!

A huge pop from the crowd, and the Astros chants start again. Massacre is to his feet and pissed. He grabs the busted chair and begins to slam it down
and stomp on it. What is seen as a temper tantrum is really Mikey attempting to flatten out the chair. When it has been returned to as close to original
folded form as possible, he climbs to the top turnbuckle with it. He stops at the top, gives the booing crowd the finger, and smacks his head a few times
with the chair.

He launches off… THE MASSACRE!

ASTROS MOVES AT THE LAST SECOND!

Mikey crashes in a heap, screaming in pain. Slowly, both reach their feet, and Astros charges. Clothesline ducked, and Mikey attempts another dropkick
when Astros turns around.

Astros catches Mikey’s feet, holding him in a slingshot position…

Massacre is hoisted…

SLINGSHOT EFFECT ON THE CHAIR!

COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

The crowd explodes! The bell rings as both men lay lifeless on the mat.

COREY TAYLOR: NO! NONONONONONONONO!!!

ROB MARTINEZ: ASTROS DID IT! DONOVAN ASTROS HAS DEFEATED MIKEY MASSACRE!

JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner… DONOVAN ASTROS!

Alan Stone checks on the winner as the FTC quickly reach ringside, grabbing their fallen leader and helping him to the back. After a few minutes, Donovan
Astros reaches his feet, doing his best to hold himself up. When he hears what the crowd has to say, he finds the strength to stand a little taller.

CROWD: ASTROS, ASTROS, ASTROS, ASTROS!

ROB MARTINEZ: After a match… no, a war like that, it’s hard for this crowd to shun Donovan Astros any longer.

COREY TAYLOR: *scoffs* What do they know?

Astros smirks and looks over the crowd, not entirely sure what to do with such a positive reaction. But how could the fans not cheer the man who finally
shut Mikey Massacre up? Finally, Astros rolls out of the ring, gingerly, Audioslave’s “Cochise” leading him out..

Lights down.

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CREDITS:
Bean wrote both tag matches
Allan wrote Ravager/Hostile
Ro did th’ Rumble
and thanks to Chris for knocking Astros/Mikey outta th’ park

Brawl at Freedom Hall
09/01/2009

Fans fill the Freedom Hall in Johnson City, Tennessee; their first Rebel Pro in some time and they are excited about it. The area outside the place where
the ring is; is packed full of fans of all ages. Merchandise booths are nearly full with memorabilia, some of the wrestlers are out there signing autographs
and even some FTC stuff is being sold. Murmurings of conversations are heard along with a few predictions make their way across the small area. Outside,
the fans are waiting in line to purchase the last few remaining tickets in hopes of getting in to see the show, Chad Kurtis is outside signing a few autographs
before the show and chatting with a few children. A sign flips up on the window announcing that there are no more tickets to be had here this evening,
it is now officially a sell-out. As the crowd goes to disperse, Chet makes his way over and informs the crowd that there is enough room in the hall, but
they will have to stand to watch the action. The fans rush over and now each and every fan that wanted in… gets in. “I’m A Rebel” plays through the speakers
as it is time for the show to start.

Jenny Jersey stands in the center of the ring, microphone in her lovely hand, she brings it up to her sexy lips.

JENNY JERSEY: Johnson City!

Crowd pop, but the deafening roar is unbelieveable, Jenny winces from the sound.

JENNY JERSEY: Are we excited?!

They indeed are excited here in Johnson City.

JENNY JERSEY: Well, I have a few announcements here this evening. First, some of the matches have been changed around a bit to add some spice to an already
spicey show. The Freak Show will now be facing, returning for one match… Team PHAT!

The crowd remembers them from before and cheer wildly.

JENNY JERSEY: The Bluegrass Mafia 2.0 will now be facing the team of Scottie Snow and The Phoenix!

The crowd cheers, they don’t really care, but they want to see some damn wrestling.

JENNY JERSEY: And due to being injured at an event for the Pioneer Wrestling Association, Johnny Maverick will be forced to relinquish his #1 Contender’s
Cup to a man of his choice.

The crowd boos, they don’t really like Johnny Maverick. “Banned in D.C.” hits and the boos grow to an enormous proportion as Johnny makes his way down to
the ring, cup in hand. He is wearing a sling and has the cup dangling from his uninjured arm. Johnny takes the offered mic.

JOHNNY MAVERICK: It seems that Larry Gordon is going to make me relinquish this cup. The cup that I rightfully earned, this cup that is mine until I cash
it in.

Johnny smiles cunningly.

JOHNNY MAVERICK: He wants to make me give it up to a person of my choice, well, I can do that. See, I will give it to a man of my same feelings, a man who
believes in what I believe. A man, who can carry the torch of legit wrestling until I make my return, should I so choose to return to this talent forsaken
company.

“Unstoppable” hits the speakers as the fans boo loudly.

JOHNNY MAVERICK: While he believes in the same thing, shares my views, it isn’t Sam Skull.

“Shadow of the Season” hits and the crowd boos again.

JOHNNY MAVERICK: It isn’t the technical master Derek Stephen Taylor either.

Johnny smiles again. JOHNNY MAVERICK: See, this is a man whom I have sort of a history with, a bit in common, and have had dealings with him and his family
before.

“Esscence of Wounds” hits in the hall and the fans make no reaction because they think this is just another false alarm, that is until Derrick Daze walks
from the back with a purpose, anger written on his face. Daze slides into the ring and is immediately in Johnny’s face.

JOHNNY MAVERICK: What are you doing out here Daze?

DERRICK DAZE: You abandoned me this week Johnny, you left me in a handicap match.

JOHNNY MAVERICK: If you can’t tell, I’ve been injured at a PWA event.

DERRICK DAZE: So waht, no phone call, no e-mail, why Johnny? Why damn it!

JOHNNY MAVERICK: Because Daze, I didn’t want to, I had more pressing matters. Besides, why are you so upset?

Daze looks on, anger filling his face.

DERRICK DAZE: You go and get my cousin injured and you think I am not going to retaliate for that. Then on top of that you aren’t going to be my tag team
partner because you had more pressing matters? And you have the nerve to ask me why I’m pissed?!

Johnny holds up the cup.

JOHNNY MAVERICK: See, I had to find someone to give this cup to since Larry Gordon was making me give it up. I had a lot of thinking to do. Had to find
the right person to hold onto the cup, to use it at the right time.

Derrick Daze watches.

JOHNNY MAVERICK: I was just fixing to say his name when you interupted me.

Daze steps back, spreading his left arm saying “Go ahead” Johnny smiles again.

JOHNNY MAVERICK: And my successor to the cup, the one I am to give it to…(normal voice) you Derrick.

Daze smiles and accepts the cup before shaking his hand and placing an arm around Johnny’s shoulders.

DERRICK DAZE: Did you people think we wanted to waste our time in some tag team tournament? We don’t need tag team gold, we want singles gold and to remove
the garbage that has collected over the past years. You filthy inbreeds aren’t worth an explanation, so… f*bleep*k off!

Daze holds the rope so that Johnny can get out easily before he steps through himself and the two head to the back amongst a chorus of boos.

ROB MARTINEZ: Did you see that coming?

COREY TAYLOR: I knew last week when this match was signed, I’m priveledged like that.

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The speakers explode with… AIN’T NOTHIN’ BUT A GANGSTA PARTY?!?!

ROB MARTINEZ: Isn’t that the music of Team P.H.A.T.?

COREY TAYLOR: I hope so! I’ve missed those two!

Kid Flash and Johnny Afro, the first two graduates of the REBEL Underground’s wrestling academy, emerge from the curtains. Some fans cheer for their surprise
return while the rest boo, remembering their antics. They begin walking down the aisle.

JENNY JERSEY: The following is a tag-team contest scheduled for one fall. The winner will advance to the second round of the Best of the Best tournament.
Introducing first, at a combined weight of three hundred ninety four pounds… Johnny Afro, Kid Flash… TEAM P.H.A.T!

Before the next intro song cues up, Shut Down and The Freak run out from the curtains, steel chairs in hand!

ROB MARTINEZ: They must be angry that they did not get to face their original opponents!

COREY TAYLOR: They can cry me a river, build a bridge and get over it!

Shut Down hits Afro from behind. The Freak does the same to Flash! The Freak Show grab the heads of their opponents… and bash them together! Again! Again!
And then plow each of them with simultaneous chair shots! Shut Down takes out a pair of handcuffs!

ROB MARTINEZ: My god… he just handcuffed Johnny Afro to the guard rail!

The Freak Show take Kid Flash and throw him into the ring.

DING DING

Shut Down covers Flash!

ONE!

TWO!

Shut Down gets off of his opponent! The Freak Show want to inflict more damage! The Freak goes off of the ropes… Rolling Thunder! He picks Flash up, pushes
him into the corner… Irish whips him into a huge lariat from Shut Down! He spins hundreds of degrees in the air and lands brutally on his side! Shut Down
picks him up… the seven foot, two inch monster with a gorilla press! He holds him high up in the air as Johnny Afro unsuccessfully tries to get out of
the handcuffs.

ROB MARTINEZ: This is an ASSAULT!

Shut Down throws Flash high in the air and he falls down to the mat, hitting it HARD! Unbeknownst to anyone in the ring, “Sweet” Junior Soprano has emerged
with bolt cutters! A cigar dangling from his mouth, he cuts his old stablemate loose! Meanwhile, The Freak is going up top as Flash struggles to get to
his feet! But Afro runs down to the ring… he knocks The Freak off of the turnbuckle! The Freak flips forward onto his back! Afro runs into the ring but
he is met by a barrage of punches from Shut Down! Shut Down sends him off of the ropes… ducks his head for a back body drop but Afro boots his head! Shut
Down staggers back right into Soprano who holds both his arms! Afro goes off of the ropes but Shut Down manages to elbow his way out of the hold. He scoops
up Soprano from behind and throws him cross-body style at the running Afro! Both fall to the ground! Soprano gets up quickly but he is met by a boot to
the gut from Shut Down! POWER BOMB! Afro tries to stand up… POWER BOMB! The Freak gets back up top… he delivers the shooting star press he tried before
onto Flash! He goes up top again… a SECOND shooting star press, this time to Soprano! Afro slowly gets to his feet. Shut Down hoists him on his shoulders
as The Freak goes up top. BIG TOP INSANITY!

COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

ROB MARTINEZ: The Freak Show is DAMN HUNGRY!

COREY TAYLOR: I have to admit… that was pretty nasty! I ALMOST enjoyed the Freak Show!

The former World Tag Champions make their way to the back, acknowledging their many fans. They go behind the curtains and come back with sacs of dolls!
They are handing them out!

COREY TAYLOR: That looks like Al Snow!

ROB MARTINEZ: And Beth Phoenix!

TOGETHER: They’re… bloody dolls! The Freak Show spends some serious face time with the fans much to their delight and give out free dolls. Bloody dolls.
Of Al Snow and Beth Phoenix.

ROB MARTINEZ: Hopefully the next matches in the tournament will be more of a challenge for Freak Show, or else they are going to start their dominance reign
again.

COREY TAYLOR: With Bloodshed and more dolls?

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“The Final Countdown”… no it is “The swing version of the Pink Panther theme hits… no wait, it changes back to Europe’s “Final Countdown” before The
Phoenix struts from the back with Scottie Snow following behind, his head held a bit low.

JENNY JERSEY: At a total combined weight of four hundred and forty-five pounds, representing the Pioneer Wrestling Association… THE PHOENIX and SCOTTIE
SNOW!

The fans mainly boo because these PWA guys, well The Phoenix completely, think that this promotion isn’t worth their time; but they reach out to touch Scottie
Snow’s hands. The Phoenix looks on with distaste as he walks on to the ring to await his opponents, the Bluegrass Mafia 2.0.

“My Old Kentucky Home” blares as the sounds of the fans’ cheers nearly lift the roof off of the building as Jonothan and Matthew Kurtis walk from the back.
It isn’t the opponents they have prepared for, but they don’t seem to care, it is a different opponent, but one they feel they can handle with ease. Milicent
and Lyndsey walk with them as they make their way down to ringside.

JENNY JERSEY: Now making their way to the ring at a total combined weight of five hundred and thirty-five pounds, JONOTHAN and MATTHEW KURTIS… BLUEGRASS
MAFIA 2.0!

DING DING

In the ring is the PWA’s own Phoenix and current GWA Global champion, he circles in the ring against the big man, Matthew Kurtis. Phoenix and Matthew go
for a lock up, but Phoenix tags in Scottie Snow, who shakes his head and tries to tag Phoenix back in. Phoenix yells that Scottie wanted some spotlight
so get in there and get some spotlight; Scottie hops over the top rope to face the big Matthew Kurtis. Matt swings with a big right hand, Scottie ducks
under with a swift kick to the back of Matthew’s legs taking him down to one knee. Snow hits the ropes with a springboard spin kick to Matthew’s skull
taking him down to the canvas on his front. Scottie yells to the crowd, but Phoenix is right there to get his attention and get him concentrating on the
match. Scottie pulls Matthew up, but the big man shoves him into the corner where he tags in his brother Jonothan to take some action. J-Kurt flips over
the top, with a double foot stomp to Snow’s midsection before pulling him up. Irish whip into the ropes and Phoenix tags himself into the match. Shoulder
block through the ropes to J-Kurt then a sunset flip into a pin attempt, Phoenix releases the pin as Matthew comes into the ring to break it up. Phoenix
whips Scottie into Matthew’s path, but the big man side steps him in favor of going after Phoenix. As Matthew corners the Pantheon member, he delivers
a well placed toe kick to the middle of Matthew’s legs and the big man tumbles down to his knees.

ROB MARTINEZ: Is it just me, or does it appear that The Phoenix doesn’t want any part of Matthew Kurtis?

COREY TAYLOR: It… is just you.

Phoenix yells for Scottie to come over here and leave the little kid alone, so Scottie drops Jonothan on the canvas and heads over to deliver a running
bulldog on Matthew Kurtis. Phoenix pulls the weary Jonothan Kurtis up delivering a series of chops and forearms to the chest and face of the youngest Kurtis
brother. J-Kurt is in the corner and Phoenix climbs up on the top rope in a mounted position over Jonothan and begins to pound away at his face in the
mandatory ten punches that you see. The crowd is counting along and the Phoenix looks, but sees only Scottie Snow being pounded in the opposite corner.
Phoenix shrugs his shoulders before turning to pound away some more on J-Kurt. A hand grabs him from behind and the Phoenix gulps, he is spun around, but
he manages a dropkick that sends Matthew to squash his brother in the corner. Phoenix drops to the canvas in a forearms and knees position before scurrying
back up to whip the weary Scottie Snow into the big man. Scottie plows into Matthew, but has little effect as Matthew comes charging out of the corner
taking Scottie down with a clothesline. Phoenix looks up to taunt Matthew into charging at him, Matthew does and Phoenix drops to the canvas, but Matthew
goes sailing over the top rope and lands on his head on the floor. Phoenix jumps up, looks down and laughs at Matthew’s predicament before turning to see
Scottie Snow. Scottie is once again being beaten by a member of Bluegrass Mafia 2.0.

COREY TAYLOR: Scottie is doing his best to lose this match for The Phoenix.

ROB MARTINEZ: Scottie is trying to win, but Jonothan Kurtis is just that good.

Phoenix comes over to turn J-Kurt around and deliver a scoop slam near mid-ring. Scottie goes for the pin, but Phoenix shoves him out of the way and climbs
to the top rope to deliver his finisher, The Ashes, to J-Kurt. He makes the cover and the referee counts.

One… Two… Three.

DING! DING! DING!

JENNY JERSEY: The winners of the match and advancing to Round Two of the 2009 Best of the Best tournament… Scottie Snow and The Phoenix!

Phoenix is berating Scottie in the middle of the ring, explaining what he should have done differently and Scottie is taking the criticism in as a learning
experience. Phoenix looks over at Jenny Jersey.

PHOENIX: Next time, my name comes first!

ROB MARTINEZ: Phoenix and Snow able to pull out a victory here.

COREY TAYLOR: Thanks to the perfect elbow from The Phoenix.

As Scottie and the Phoenix leave the ring, here come The Freak Show, they want to get their hands on The Phoenix and Scottie Snow. Scottie is ready to take
them on beside The Phoenix, but when he turns to nod that he is ready, all he sees is the back of Phoenix’s mask making its way through the crowd. Scottie
looks back and here are The Freak Show coming closer, he hops the railing and follows after The Phoenix, living to fight another day.

ROB MARTINEZ: The Freak and Shut Down thought they would be facing Phoenix and Scottie here tonight.

COREY TAYLOR: But Larry Gordon wanted to change things up a bit, the idiot, the unfair tactics of the ones in charge.

ROB MARTINEZ: But truly, the best will overcome all adversity.

COREY TAYLOR: Definitely, no matter what curve balls Larry Gordon throws at Phoenix and Scottie, they will overcome it.

ROB MARTINEZ: Now to our next match, The only singles match of the night, “The Show” takes on Sam Skull.

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“Cocky” by Kid Rock. Cue the raucous response from the fans as Jenny Jersey prepares the introduction.

JENNY JERSEY: This next contest is scheduled for one fall under PURE! WRESTLING! RULES!

The fans cheer louder at the idea of Kurtis proving himself against a self-proclaimed wrestling icon.

JENNY JERSEY: First… from PA-DU-CAAAAAH, Kentucky… weighing TWO hundred and THIRty pounds… HE! IS!… the SHOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWW! CHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD!
KUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRR-TISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!

The roof nearly lifts off the arena with the sounds of the fans cheers. Kurtis emerges from the back with a fist raised in the air before heading down the
ramp toward the ring. He grabs a sign from a fan in the front row which reads “MIKEY 1… 2, CHAD’S COMING FOR YOU!” He nods his head as he holds it up
to the camera before handing it back to the fan. He points to another fan with a sign a bit further back and beats his heart. It reads: “MIKEY, ARE YOU
GONNA RUN FROM CHAD TOO?”

ROB MARTINEZ: Chad Kurtis is one of the all-time greatest performers in this company, Corey. Tonight… he’s meeting Sam Skull on his level. The words thrown
between these two all week suggest we should prepare ourselves for ALL… OUT… WAR!

COREY TAYLOR: Or a funeral. Sam Skull promises to snap Chad Kurtis’ spine and that EXACTLY what’s he’s going to do. He doesn’t make threats, Rob.

Kurtis gets to the rolls under the bottom rope and climbs the turnbuckle to the second rope where he outstretches his arms to bask in the cheers of the
fans as the music changes to “Unstoppable” by E.S. Posthumus.

JENNY JERSEY: AND HIS OPPONENT! From Fukuchiyama, Japan VIA PENNNNNNNsylvania… weighing TWO hundred and EIGHTY POOOOUNNNNDDDSSSS! HE! IS! SAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMM!
SKUUUUUUUUUUUUULLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!

The boos are almost deafening as Kurtis drops from the turnbuckle and awaits the challenger on the otherside of the ring. Skull emerges from the back, complete
with his patent skull mask on his face, and stares down at Kurtis. He points to him and then makes a stick snapping gesture before making his way down.
Fans reach out and he threatens to hit them.

ROB MARTINEZ: He’s a monster. He’s a brute. He’s going to try and teach Kurtis a lesson in wrestling but the veteran of REBEL-Pro is CERTAINLY someone who
can hold his own in this business.

COREY TAYLOR: Hold his own. That’s like asking a fifth grader to arm wrestle a body builder. This is like taking candy from a baby, Rob… except this time
the baby gets squashed under the boot of the giant. Kurtis is the baby.

ROB MARTINEZ: Yeah. I got that.

Skull rolls under the bottom rope and walks right up to Kurtis and gets in his face, smiling a sadistic grin as he peers into the eyes of Kurtis. Kurtis’
eyes are lit with intensity as the referee gets between them and urges them to their respective corners.

ROB MARTINEZ: These two men have declared WAR on each other. And this ring the battleground. Something tells me that even after we’ve got a victor tonight
this won’t end here.

COREY TAYLOR: Well when Kurtis loses… he should just DROP it and let it be and just hope Skull decides he’s finished with him. He’s nothing more than
a garbage wrestler compared to the likes of THE Sam Skull.

The bell sounds and Kurtis rushes Skull with a clothesline which he ducks beneath. Chad rebounds off the ropes and Skull catches both arms and headbutt
him twice in the face before tossing him over his head with a double arm capture overhead release suplex and a deafening boo from the fans.

COREY TAYLOR: See? I told you. Kurtis is a garbage wrestler and the teacher is here to show him a lesson or two!

ROB MARTINEZ: Kurtis is NOT garbage. He’s a Triple Crown Champion!

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah. When SAM SKULL wasn’t on the roster. Skull’s gonna snap his spine!

Skull rises to his

feet and pulls Kurtis to his. A stiff knee to the bread basket knocks the wind out of Chad’s sails, followed by a forearm to the shoulders,
driving Kurtis into the canvas again. Sam takes Chad by the arm and applies a wristlock, putting his on Chad’s face he falls backwards delivering a devastating
inverted stomp facebreaker that leaves Kurtis rolling around the canvas clutching his face.

ROB MARTINEZ: UnbeLIEVable, Corey. Kurtis is being had right from the get go Skull is unrelenting. Kurtis yanked to his feet, whip to the corner. Skull
charges in an-OH MY GOD! SPRINGBOARD ROUNDHOUSE OFF THE TOP ROPE INTO THE BACK OF CHAD’S SKULL!

COREY TAYLOR: They say Sam was nicknamed the Black Skull in Japan because of his obsession with getting inside his opponent’s head.

ROB MARTINEZ: Well, they call Chad Kurtis the Show because he IS the Show.

Kurtis lies on his stomach in the centre of the ring as Skull climbs to the top rope. He gives the entire crowd a wicked and sadistic grin as he leaps,
landing with both feet onto Chad Kurtis’ shoulders. The fans boo hysterically as Kurtis flails about, clutching his right shoulder in agony. Sam leans
down, take him by the right arm and applies a wristlock to his laying opponent before stomping right into the shoulder joint. The fans groan as Skull lets
two more stomps go into that loosened joint.

ROB MARTINEZ: Sam Skull is trying to immobilise one of the most popular competitors in REBEL-Pro. He’s working that right shoulder, removing it from the
equation.

COREY TAYLOR: And the ANSWER to your equation, Rob, is Sam Skull wins. This is a TECHNICAL wrestling contest. Not GARBAGE wrestling like Chad Kurtis likes
to show off.

ROB MARTINEZ: Skull grabs a handful of Kurtis’ hair and SINGLE AXE-HANDLES TO THAT RIGHT COLLAR BONE! SOMEBODY STOP HIM!

COREY TAYLOR: Skull came out with a plan to save us from Kurtis. And that’s what he’s doing. He’s SAVING US!

ROB MARTINEZ: Kurtis pulled to his feet and Sam has that right arm… he’s YANKING… HARD! at the joint, Corey. He’s trying to pull that right arm out
of it’s socket.

Sam tugs hard at that right arm twice more before whipping Chad Kurtis into the ropes, yet Kurtis clutches desperately to the top rope to save himself.
Skull charges at him and clotheslines him over the top rope, turning his back to the Show to soak in the reaction of the fans for a moment. Behind his
back, Kurtis “skins the cat”, holding onto the top rope and using his agility to pull himself back into the ring. Skull turns around and Chad drives him
into the canvas with a big clothesline.

ROB MARTINEZ: KURTIS IS ALIVE! Another BIG clothesline. Skull bounces up like a basketball and this time CHAD HITS A SPINNING HEEL KICK!

COREY TAYLOR: NO! Make him STOP!

Kurtis heaves Skull onto his feet and whips him into the ropes, he catches him in the centre of the ring with a big inverted atomic drop that has the fans
on their feet. He grabs Skull by the ankles and tucks them into his arms, catapulting Skull into the corner where he hits his chest on the top turnbuckle
and bounces around onto his back, arms dangling over the top rope.

ROB MARTINEZ: WILL WE SEE IT? Chad heads to the corner and-

COREY TAYLOR: NO! NO! NO! IT CAN’T BE!

ROB MARTINEZ: BLUEGRASS BREEZE! THERE’S THE COVER! ONE!… TWO!… THREEE! NO! Long two. Almost a pinfall for Kurtis there!

Kurtis rolls of Skull and onto his knees, clutching his shoulder. Sam sits up clutching his sternum. Kurtis gets to his feet and heaves Skull to his, he
whips him into the ropes and links arms for an armdrag, yet Skull reverses and sends Kurtis to the canvas. Kurtis bounces to his feet and charges, this
time Skull attempting the arm drag and Kurtis reversing it. Both men stop as the fans roar with delight. Skull smiles like he found the whole situation
amusing. Kurtis looks determined, still rolling that right arm in it’s socket.

ROB MARTINEZ: Chad Kurtis is gritty and determined and READY to make a point of Sam Skull here, Corey.

COREY TAYLOR: Skull seems to be enjoying this. Making this garbage WORK for his money instead of dance for his dollar.

ROB MARTINEZ: Chad Kurtis is NO a sell-out. He LIVES for these fans.

COREY TAYLOR: And tonight… he DIES for them, too.

Kurtis calls for a test of strength, Skull accepts and spins his body into Kurtis’ and heaves him over the shoulder with an over the shoulder armdrag which
he turns into an armbar submission. The fans grow hysterical as Kurtis quickly throws feet out, trying to hook a rope. He manages to do so and the referee
tries to make Sam break the hold on that right arm. Skull won’t so the referee counts, forcing Sam to release right on the five.

ROB MARTINEZ: Sam Skull calls Kurtis a cheat yet won’t relinquish his hold when the rope break is made.

COREY TAYLOR: He still had FIVE good legal seconds to lock that on.

ROB MARTINEZ: Kurtis REALLY favouring that shoulder. Skull with boot to belly, Kurtis taken into a side headlock, moved into a GUILLOTINE CHOKE! THE BODY
SCISSORS PULLS KURTIS TO THE CANVAS AND HE’S GRASPING FOR A ROPE!

COREY TAYLOR: CHOKE THAT SELL OUT, SAM!

ROB MARTINEZ: Kurtis grabs a rope and the referee FORCIBLY removes Skulls’ grip.

Skull bursts to his feet and threatens them with a backhand. He turns around and a boot to the and a reverse STO that has the fans on their feet. Kurtis
makes the cover! ONE!… TWO!… SHOULDER UP! Kurtis bounces to his feet and heads to the ropes, leaping onto the secondrope for a springboard moonsault.
The fans roar as Kurtis gets to his feet again and heaves Skull up onto his feet, whipping him into the ropes and nailing him with a dropkick right on
the chin. He heaves him to his feet again.

ROB MARTINEZ: KURTIS WITH A FRANKENSTEINER! This could be over!

COREY TAYLOR: He’s going up top! SOMEONE GET HIM DOWN FROM THERE!

Skull rises to his feet and punches Kurtis in the belly, he drops to a seated position on the top turnbuckle and Skulls hooks him up to deliver a Burning
Hammer but Kurtis wriggles out of it and delivers an elevated reverse DDT as he falls behind Skull. The fans erupt as Kurtis heaves Skull to his feet.
ROB MARTINEZ: Sam Skull has been DRIVEN into the canvas here by Chad Kurtis. The Show heaves Skull to his feet an- CK FINALE! IT’S DONE! IT’S OVER!

COREY TAYLOR: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

ROB MARTINEZ: ONE! TWO! THREE! YES! KURTIS HAS DONE IT!

COREY TAYLOR: NO! NO! NO! NO! NOOOOO!

Kurtis bursts up off the fallen Sam Skull with both fists high above his head. He pumps them and beats one fist on his heart as the fans go wild for Kurtis’
defeat of Sam Skull.

ROB MARTINEZ: Chad Kurtis has silenced Sam Skull and critics… for now. A CK Finale and Sam Skull was pinned, 1-2-3, and this over. Kurtis proves he is
NOT a garbage wrestler. He proves he’s one of the BEST competitors REBEL-Pro has ever seen.

COREY TAYLOR: Best or luckiest? He caught Skull off guard with that reverse DDT. Lucky break.

ROB MARTINEZ: I beg to differ but lucky break or not… Skull has been defeated. We’ll be RIGHT back.

COREY TAYLOR: Can we just move onto the next match now?

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“The Champion In Me” hits and here comes Justin Thyme and Christopher Samsonite to a big crowd reaction filled with cheers from this Johnson City crowd!
JENNY JERSEY: At a total combined weight of four hundred and forty-six pounds… they are the team of Justin Thyme, Christopher Samsonite… NITE THYME!
Justin and Chris slap hands as they run down to the ring and spring first to the apron and then flip over the top rope into the ring.

“Everyone I Went to High School With Is Dead” blares and the crowd boos heavily as from the back marches the Rebel Pro Tag Team Champions, the Jonas Brothers.
JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and Gentlemen, introducing their opponents, weighing in at a total combined weight of four hundred and sixty-six pounds… they are
your Rebel Pro Tag Team Champions… Jim and Tommy… THE JONAS BROTHERS!

Jim and Tommy make their way down to the ring with their titles held over their right shoulders.

DING DING

Jim and Justin are starting this match off for their respective teams, but Jim is the only one out here for the Jonas Brothers and this is a title match.
Jim with a boot to Justin’s midsection following it up with a DDt taking him down to the canvas. Jim lifts Justin up, but he reverses the body slam attempt
into a small package and gets a two count before Jim can kick out. There comes Tommy into the ring from the entrance way to deliver a skull crushing chair
shot to Justin that takes hiim back down. Chris is no where to be seen, because he is unscious on the ring apron and handcuffed to the bottom rope as a
pool of his own blood surrounds him, ever so slowly. Jim and Tommy whip Justin into the ropes and deliver a big time back body drop to the canvas. Jim
hits the ropes delivering a leg drop as Tommy dives from the top turnbuckle with a front flip into a body splash.

ROB MARTINEZ: That is completely unfair!

COREY TAYLOR: What are you talking about?

Tommy hits the ropes and baseball slides into the handcuffed Chris to send him dangling from his wrist before Tommy turns back to find Justin with a heel
hhook submission on his brother Jim. Tommy rushes over, but Justin with a quick kick-out catches Tommy in the knee and he folds quickly to the mat. Justin
springs to the top turnbuckle and back with a diving elbow catches Jim on the back on his neck and he whips Jim into the ropes, spinning leg sweep takes
Jim off his feet and his head slams into Tommy’s cranium. Justin is on fire here as he Pulls Jim back up and uses a plastic tie from his pants to tie Jim
to the top turnbuckle. Justin picks up a steel chair, he runs, he delivers a ugly looking shot to the skull of Jim Jonas and the bigger brother folds like
an acordian. Justin is on a roll and he makes a quick check of his best friend and tag partner, Christopher Samsonite and he gets rolled up from behind!
One… Two… Three.

DING! DING! DING!

JENNY JERSEY: Winners of the match and STIIIIIIIIIIILL Rebel Pro Tag Team Champions…. Jim and Tommy… the Jonas Brothers!

ROB MARTINEZ: I can’t believe it, Justin was in complete control.

COREY TAYLOR: Believe it Rob, these cat daddies are here to stay.

ROB MARTINEZ: And next is our main event of the evening.

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A strange mixture of Lester Flatt and Earl Scruggs and “Heavy Metal Machine” blares as from the back come two hated men in the form of Mikey Massacre and
Cuzin’ Zeke. The crowd doesn’t cheer at all, but instead fills the hall with boos.

JENNY JERSEY: At a total combined weight of four hundred and ninety-eight pounds, the team of the World Champion Mikey Massacre and the Carolinas Champion
Cuzin’ Zeke…. FTC!

Boos, until “Don’t Wanna Stop” hits in the hall and from the back comes Demo-man and Macculloch, they rush down to the ring, ready to get their hands on
Zeke and Mikey.

JENNY JERSEY: At a total combined weight of five hundred and one pounds… Demo-man and Macculloch… TOTAL DESTRUCTION ALLIANCE!

DING DING

ROB MARTINEZ: Here we go Corey, here we go.

COREY TAYLOR: FTC! FTC! FTC!

Mikey and Mac lock up in the center, Mikey is quickly Irish whipped into the ropes, to rebound with a fist that he drives into Mac’s gut, doubling him over.
Mikey leaps into the air with a leg drop driving Mac’s face into the canvas before pulling hi up to a vertical base and shoving him into the waiting arms
of Zeke. Mikey turns around, nailing the charging Demo-man with a clothesline before turning his attention back to Mac who is struggling in the corner.
Right from Mikey, left from Mikey, right, left, right, left, and Mikey is going to town on Mac’s face, his former trainee. Mikey tags Zeke into the contest
and the big man steps over the top rope to pull Mac back up to his feet, forearm choke in the corner before lifting him up to the top turnbuckle. Zeke
follows up afterwards and as Mikey tosses Demo-man over the top rope, Zeke nails a top rope superplex that drives the wind rightout of Mac’s sails. Mikey
turns to get Zeke to cover, but is grabbed by the ankles by Demo-man who pulls him out of the ring. Demo slams a forearm into Mikey’s face before whipping
him into the railing, he follows with a high knee lift that catches Mikey under the chin, throwing his head backwards. Demo grabs Mikey’s face and slams
it into the railing, looks at his forehead and slams it down again. Inside the ring Zeke has Mac up in a vertical suplex position, but Mac reverses and
falls to the canvas sending Zeke’s skull crashing into the canvas with an inverted DDT, he makes the quick cover but only receives a count of two as Zeke
rolls the shoulder up to prevent the elimination. Demo slams a fist into Mikey’s skull before lifting him up and dropping him face first on the apron,
then happily slamming his head into the ringpost for good measure. Mikey is stunned and stumbling around the ringside area, looking for an escape. Demo-man
charges in slamming a steel chair into Mikey’s skull that sends him down to both knees.

ROB MARTINEZ: Zeke and Mikey may need to change their game plan.

COREY TAYLOR: Of what? They are wearing out their competition.

Mack stands in the center of the ring, making sure that things are handled properly. Mac pulls Zeke back up delivering a knee kick to the bigger man before
sending him into a corner where he plows him with a Celtic body splash. Zeke is falling out of the corner when Mac charges in with a running bulldog taking
Zeke down to the canvas and Mac is on fire. On the outside of the ring Demo pulls Mikey back up to his feet, but Massacre nails Demo-man with a set of
brass knuckles and busts him open sending him crashing down to the floor. Mikey has a trickle of blood running down his forehead from the chair shot, but
it seems to have awakened him to the seriousness of this contest. Mikey slides into the ring behind Macculloch. The former trainee turns at the tap of
his shoulder and throws a punch but Mikey avoids the blow as he shakes a finger in Mac’s face. Mac throws a nother punch, but Mikey avoids the blow again
and delivers a stiff right hand of his own into Mac’s Celtic face, once, twice, and a third and fourth time. Mac is dazed from the rapid succession of
the blows, but is powerless to do anything as Zeke rolls him up for a pin and Mikey drops a leg across his throat. FTC get a count of two before Demo-man
pulls Mack out of the position and stomps on Mikey’s head before nailing Zeke with a foot to the temple. Zeke rolls over to his front and shoves himself
up to face Demo-man, Demo with a right, but Zeke catches the blow. Demo throws another right, but Zeke catches it as well, Demo goes for a low blow, but
Mikey nails a low blow of his own to Demo and the former bass singer is now singing a higher pitch. Demo drops to his knees as Zeke still holds his fists
in his hand, preventing Demo from comforting his wounded pride. Demo has tears running down his face to mix with the blood, after all, who wouldn’t tear
up if their man hood was hit with a set of spikey brass knuckles?

ROB MARTINEZ: Brass knuckles are bad enough, but ones with thumbtacks attached?

COREY TAYLOR: Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!

Mikey is pounding the brass knuckles into Demo’s shoulder blades now with right after right when he is nailed from behind with a steel chair. Mikey turns
around, another swing connects and this one is going… going… Mikey is gone to Sleepyland as he falls to lean on Demo. Mac leaps up to nail Zeke with
a blow, but Demo manages to shove Zeke at the wrong time and the swing misses, Demo and Zeke go outside of the ring. Mac lifts Mikey up and places him
in the corner before placing the chair in front of his face. Mac gets a head of steam and running dropkick right into the steel, which drives it into Mikey’s
face. Mac gets up, while the other Mack, watches on in enjoyment. Macculloch pulls Mikey up whipping him into the other corner where Demo has just placed
a steel chair and Mikey slams head first into the steel, bending it way out of shape and rendering it useless. Mikey is almost pouring blood as he is pulled
up from the canvas, but the crowd is loving it. Mikey isn’t pouring blood because he wants to anymore, but Mac is back for at least one match and is causing
Mikey to pour blood! Demothumbs Zeke in the eyes to , well, just because he wants to and Zeke is now tearing up, but anyone would when that happens. Demo
lifts up the ring apron to pull out… you guessed it… a table, no wait, it is a stack of tables. Demo is struggling but he has them all out and is setting
one of them up beside the ring. Demo sets up another table and sets it on top of the first one before he rolls Zeke under the top one and onto the bottom
table. Demo gets a fire extinguisher from under the ring and sprays Zeke’s body while holding his nose, the crowd laughs, but Mikey is thrown over the
ropes, thanks to a top rope superplex from Macculloch, and goes crashing back first through the top table and onto Zeke.

COREY TAYLOR: Oh my God!

ROB MARTINEZ: The table didn’t break! Zeke has got to be hurting!

Macculloch points at the table wreckage and to the crowd, before pointing to himself and back to the table. The crowd gets his meaning immediately and Mac
hits the ropes… suicide plancha over the top and a flip sends him onto the wreckage and through the mess to break the table on bottom. Demo pulls his
brother out of the wreckage and both begin to set up another table before Demo spreads some flammable liquid on the table and Mac pulls Mikey up to body
slam him on the table, Demo lights a match. Zeke somehow tackles Macculloch which sends him into Demo and the match goes out. The smell awakens Mikey who
rolls off of the table and pulls Macculloch up to pepper him with a series of quick rights and lefts. Mikey drags him onto the table and Zeke slides a
copy of “The Best of Macculloch” DVD under the head of Macculloch. Mikey jumps up and delivers a sick looking piledriver through the DVD and table to send
Macculloch into Gagaland. Mikey rolls Macculloch into the ring as Zeke rolls in a nearly unconscious Demo-man into the ring. They both make the cover on
both men and “Incredible” Mack is forced to count.

One……………..

Mack looks to make sure no shoulder is up, damn how he hates to have to do this match this way.

Two……………

He checks again, to make sure.

Three.

DING! DING! DING!

JENNY JERSEY: Winners of the match and advancing to the second round of the 2009 Best of the Best Tournament… Zeke and Mikey…. FTC!

Zeke and Mikey get up as Mack goes to get out of the ring, but Mikey turns him around and forces him to hold their hands high in the air. Mack looks before
giving Zeke and Mikey the finger. Zeke is furious and whips Mack around, planting a boot into his gut and getting him in a piledriver position. Mikey slides
a steel chair under his head and climbs to the top turnbuckle. Mikey jumps, top rope assisted piledriver onto the chair and Mack isn’t moving. Mikey pulls
him up and sets up the steel chair, he is breathing heavily as Zeke rolls Demo and Macculloch out of the ring. Mikey places Mack’s chin on the chair and
a springboard leg drop breaks the chair and possibly Mack’s neck as he flops on the canvas with his eyes closed. The crowd is booing heavily now.

ROB MARTINEZ: This is uncalled for, utterly uncalled for.

COREY TAYLOR: Mack wanted to stick his nose in FTC business, he must pay the price.

The crowd’s boos become even louder as from the back comes the team of Hardcore Entertainment, Bubba J and the hobbling Vincent Black. Vincent gets Mikey
to lay Mack’s neck over the apron, and he begins to wail away on the already injured neck, with his metal crutch, all four men are laughing, but then the
boos turn to cheers as here comes Chad Kurtis! The Freak! Shut Down! and… Mike Trey! Bubba J, Vincent, Mikey, and Zeke get ready.

ROB MARTINEZ: Here comes the calvary!

COREY TAYLOR: Party poopers.

But with Vincet’s leg the way it is, he isn’t much help, his leg buckles under him and Mike Trey begins to stomp away at his face and head. But Bubba J
turns to help his friend to be caught with a chair shot to the back of his head, Mikey is nailing Chad Kurtis with rights and lefts, as Shut Down and Zeke
exchange rights and lefts. The Freak pulls Bubba J up, spins him around and headbutts him back down, Mike and Freak begin to pound Bubba J into the ground
and the Rebel All-stars are in control, but here comes Sam Skull, fresh off his first singles defeat, he takes down The Freak with a inzeguri kick, turning
to take Mike Trey out with a leg sweep; he mounts both men and all three begin to brawl. Bubba J gets up and heads into the fray as well, he pulls Freak
out from under….

Blackness as the feed is lost, we have run out of time.

Credits

Total Destruction Alliance vs FTC-Bean
Jonas Brothers(©) vs Nite Thyme-Bean
“The Show” Chad Kurtis vs Sam Skull-Vossman
The Phoenix/Scottie Snow vs Bluegrass Mafia 2.0-Bean
Freak Show vs Team PHAT-MJ -Opening and Daze/Maverick segment-Bean

REBEL Underground
08/22/2009
Some good old Southern Rock blares through the speakers as fans fill their pockets with Rebel Pro merchandise; and they say the economy is in a recession.
The new “Rise and Fall of the Extreme Elite” are selling like hotcakes, and considering we have no hotcakes for sale, maybe they are selling like the McDouble
burgers from McDonald’s. Either way, they are selling fast! The “Best of the Best 2008″ DVDs are selling fast as well as the Chad Kurtis t-shirts and the
BGM 2.0 merchandise. The crowd looks up as “I’m A Rebel” blares and the fans know that as soon as the song ends, the show will begin.

Jenny Jersey stands center ring with the microphone in her hand, she brings it to her lips.

JENNY JERSEY: I won’t make any speeches or do any pretense. The following contest is set for one fall with a twenty minute time limit…

“The Champion in Me” queues up from the speakers as from the back, running down to the ring, is Christopher Samsonite and Justin Tyme. The fans love these
guys, even if they don’t win, they still love their underdog attitude.

JENNY JERSEY: At a total combined weight of four hundred and forty-six pounds, CHRISTOPHER SAMSONITE and JUSTIN TYME… NIGHT THYME!

“The Champion in Me” queues back up as the fans continue cheering, thinking there is some technical difficulty, but from the back emerges the cocky grin
of Mikey Massacre and the Carolinas champion, Cuzin’ Zeke. These two are mocking Night Thyme using their own entrance music, what nerve. The fans begin
to send multitudes of boos to these two men.

JENNY JERSEY: At a total combined weight of four hundred and ninety-eight pounds, the team of MIKEY MASSACRE and CUZIN’ ZEKE… FTC!

Mikey and Zeke take their time in getting to the ring, sort of taking a walk of fame as they hold up their titles for all to see.

DING DING

Mikey and Justin are starting off this contest as Jimmy Johnson watches on. Justin goes for a collar and elbow, but Mikey shoves a thumb right into his
eyes temporarily blinding him. Justin wipes at his eyes, but Mikey takes him down with a clothesline. Mikey picks him up sending him crashing into the
corner where he follows up with a running knee winding Justin from the quick exchange. Mikey with right after right after right to the cornered Justin.
Mikey grinds a thumb into Justin’s eyebrow trying to rip him open instead of just busting him open. Mikey lifts Justin to the top turnbuckle and delivers
a top rope superplex to the high flier. Mikey drags the nearly lifeless form of Justin over to where Zeke has his hand outstretched and tags the Carolinas
Champion into the match. Zeke with a meaty right fist to Justin sends him into the corner where Mikey is laughing. Christopher has had enough as he charges
in to receive a big boot from Zeke. Christopher goes down heavily on the mat.

ROB MARTINEZ: Justin and Christopher aren’t looking so good here.

COREY TAYLOR: I was unaware that they had ever looked good.

Justin with a right hand shoves Mikey off the top turnbuckle and he delivers a kick to Zeke that shoves him backwards over the kneeling Christopher. Zeke’s
shoulders hit the mat and Justin flips from the middle rope with a body press and has Zeke pinned. He gets a two count before Mikey pulls Christopher out
of the ring and Zeke shoves Justin off of him. Jimmy Johnson is powerless to do anything about it as it is perfectly legal. Justin is back up, but is taken
down with a massive forearm from Zeke, he is back up, a second sends him down harder. He pulls Justin up, body slam onto the mat. Christopher dives in,
but is caught by Mikey and pummeled to the floor. Zeke dives from the top rope with his Mudpuddle and he hooks the leg.

One… Two… Three.

DING! DING! DING!

COREY TAYLOR: Total domination here.

ROB MARTINEZ: That cannot be denied.

JENNY JERSEY: The winners of the match…. Mikey Massacre and Cuzin’ Zeke… F…

Mikeygets in Jenny’s face and whispers something into her lovely ear.

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, the winners of the match, the self proclaimed sell-out and World Heavyweight Champion… Mikey Massacre, and his tag
team partner, Master of the Tag Team Division, Carolinas Champion, Cuzin’ Zeke!

Mikey nods as he hands Zeke his Carolinas title and he grabs his World title. They walk backstage as Night Thyme’s music blares over the speakers.

ROB MARTINEZ: What arrogance.

COREY TAYLOR: It ain’t arrogance if you truly dominate, they’ve earned it.

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As the two of them are hidden by the curtain, it is only seconds before Chet Whettleson walks out from the curtained backstage; before the match is set
to begin and grabs the microphone from Jenny Jersey, Chet steps through the ropes and into the ring.

CHET: Ladies and Gentlemen, fans of all ages, Chet Whettleson… no I’m just kidding. But on a serious note, Mr. Gordon sent me out here to inform you,
the fans, and the two teams here tonight of something highly important in dealing with this match.

The fans tend to perk up now.

CHET WHETLESON: It seems that the Jonas Brothers want something to fight for, it seems that they did not enjoy the night off from defending their title
belts, so Mr. Gordon has declared…

Chet pauses for dramatic effect, the ham that he is.

CHET WHETLESON: He has declared that the winner of the match will choose the stipulation for their Tag Team Championship match, should they meet in the
Best of the Best tournament.

The fans are silent. Did Chet just mess up? Did he make a mistake?

CHET WHETLESON: Seeing as they are not happy with a well deserved week off, each match that the Jonas Brothers are in for the Best of the Best tournament…
will be a Tag Team Championship match, their belts will be on the line each and every match! Their first opponents are… the team of Justin Thyme and
Christopher Samsonite… Night Thyme!

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh my Gosh!

COREY TAYLOR: He can’t do this, it isn’t right!

ROB MARTINEZ: Mr. Gordon is the owner and he can do anything that he wants to do.

Chet hands the microphone back to Jenny as the crowd laughs at the Jonas Brothers’ predicament.

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following match is set for one fall with a twenty minute time limit…

“My Old Kentucky Home” hits and the crowd erupts in cheers as from the back comes Jonothan Kurtis, Milicent, Matthew Kurtis, and the lovely Lyndsey Valentine.
The four look around and smile at the crowd’s appreciation of them as they walk down the entranceway slapping the hands of the fans.

JENNY JERSEY: At a total combined weight of five hundred and thirty-five pounds, the team of JONOTHAN and MATTHEW KURTIS…. THE BLUEGRASS MAFIA 2.0!

Matthew steps over the ropes as Jonothan flips over the top rope and into the ring. The laughter is mixed with boos as Jim and Tommy come from the back
as “Everyone I went to High School with is Dead” begins to play.

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and Gentlemen, at a total combined weight of four hundred and sixty-six pounds, they are your Rebel Pro Tag Team Champions, they are
the team of JIM and TOMMY JONAS… THE JONAS BROTHERS!

COREY TAYLOR: How can they be expected to compete after that news Rob?

ROB MARTINEZ: True champions can overcome anything, lets see if they are true champions.

DING DING

Matthew and Jim go for a lock up in the center of the ring, but Jim sneezes right in Matthew’s face and the big man looks disgusted as he goes to wipe
away the snot. Jim takes the momentary lapse in concentration to deliver a right hand to Matthew’s face backing him up. Jim leaps with another right fist,
but instead turns it into a slap across the cheek, the force spins Matt’s head to the side. Whip from Jim sends Matthew running, but the big man reverses
and Jim slams chest first into the corner, he bounces back from the impact. Matthew with a lift and a front slam sends Jim back on his chest and the sick
wrestler is not only sick, but hurting now. Matthew goes in for some big boots to the back of Jim’s head and he pulls Jim up to his feet, tossing him into
the corner delivering a massive forearm to Jim’s throat. Jim sneezes on Matthew again, but Matthew with a headbutt sends Jim to a seated position on the
canvas. Lyndsey tosses a hankerchef to Matthew, who wipes his face clean of the disgusting snot from Jim Jonas. Jim begins to try and pull himself up,
but goes for a low blow on Matthew and catches him in mid-wipe and the hankerchef is dropped at Matthew’s feet. Jim leaps up to his feet with a right hand
and a shoulder tackle takes him down. Jim drags Matthew over to the corner and tags his brother into the match. Jim climbs to the top turnbuckle and delivers
a high knee drop onto Matthew’s forehead and hooks the leg.

One… Two… Th– Matthew able to kick out easily enough.

ROB MARTINEZ: Jim is disgusting having sneezed all over Matthew here.

COREY TAYLOR: I… can’t… talk.. for… laughing…

Tommy pulls Matt to a seated position and delivers a combination of front kicks and toe kicks to Matt’s face and head sending him to a seated position
in the corner. Tommy runs, leaping with a front kick to J-Kurt and takes him out before he can duck away from the blow. Tommy turns back and runs to land
on Matt with a bronco buster. Tommy delivers a loud slap to Matt’s face before turning to get another running start. J-Kurt with a elbow smash to Tommy
stops the charge, but here comes Jim into the battle. J-Kurt leap frogs Jim’s charge, delivers a front kick to Tommy before planting a mule kick right
to Jim’s midsection doubling him over. J-Kurt spins, grabs Jim, and plants him with a swinging neckbreaker. But here comes Tommy, but J-Kurt with a dropkick
sends him into the waiting arms of Matthew who catches him and plants him with a full nelson slam to the canvas. Matthew walks over to the hankerchef and
finishes cleaning off his face before delivering a big boot into Jim’s face that sends him to the canvas where he coughs repeatedly. Tommy is rolling over
and trying to get to his feet, but his attempts are weak and feeble, but he is trying; that last move hurt him big time. Tommy has the middle rope and
nearly up to his feet when he hears something charging towards him, he falls back down and Matthew slams chest first into the corner, Tommy sweeps Matt’s
legs out from under him and he connects with the canvas. Tommy quickly climbs to the top turnbuckle as J-Kurt comes charging, Tommy dives with a missile
dropkick that takes J-Kurt out of contention and using his momentum, he body splashes Matthew at the same time. He hooks the leg for a cover and a pin.
One… Two… Thr–Matthew rolls a shoulder up in time to prevent the win.

ROB MARTINEZ: The Jonas Brothers showing why they are tag team champions, but they can’t put Matthew away yet.

COREY TAYLOR: Give them time Captain Negativity.

Tommy rolls out of the ring and grabs a steel chair and he tosses it into the ring where it lands on Matthew’s face. Tommy digs and pulls a table from
under the ring and slides it into the ring as well. Tommy and Jim set up the table in a corner and double whip J-Kurt into the wood. J-Kurt runs up the
table to come back with a flying roundhouse kick that takes both Jim and Tommy off their feet. J-Kurt lands on his forearms and knees before shooting up
to his feet and springing off the top rope with a backflip and a cover on Tommy Jonas.

One… Two… Thr–Jim able to push J-Kurt off of his brother but he has drawn the ire of Matthew who takes the steel chair and swings it at Jim connecting
solidly with a shot to his back. The fans go wild for the use of the weapon here and Matthew gives them something else to cheer about as he slams it confidently
on Jim’s chest sending him to lean on the table. J-Kurt gets up and leaps from the middle rope to land on Matthew’s shoulders in a hurricanrana position,
but heis powerbombed through the leaning Jim and both go through the table. Matthew picks his brother up and shakes his head, but has a smile on his face
at the same time, J-Kurt is smiling as well and the two go back to their work. Matthew pulls Jim back up, and J-Kurt picks Tommy up to his feet. They whip
Jim and Tommy into each other and deliver a clothesline that slams their heads together. Matthew points to the top turnbuckle and Jonothan climbs up quickly
as Matthew hoists Tommy up on his shoulders. Jonothan dives with a flying clothesline taking Tommy down to the canvas. Matt picks Jim up and tosses him
out of the ring where he begins to wretch with the coughing fit. Jonothan makes the cover.

One… Two… Three.

DING! DING! DING!

JENNY JERSEY: Winners of the match, the team of Jonothan and Matthew Kurtis… The Bluegrass Mafia 2.0!

The fans love it as Matthew and Jonothan slap hands on the way backstage.

ROB MARTINEZ: If that had been a match in the tournament, BGM 2.0 would be Rebel Pro Tag Team champions.

COREY TAYLOR: But it wasn’t, and they ain’t.

ROB MARTINEZ: Matthew and Jonothan proving why they do deserve that number one tag team ranking, they have just proved that they do deserve that shot.
COREY TAYLOR: They proved nothing, Jim was sick with the swine flu or hn1ah1n1 or whatever the letters and numbers are.

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ROB MARTINEZ: And now on to our big battle royal main event.

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and Gentlemen, ARE YOU READY!!!???

ROB MARTINEZ: I know I am, are you Corey?

COREY TAYLOR: Couldn’t be more readier.

The fans cheer wildly.

JENNY JERSEY: ARE YOU READY, FOR THE MAIN EVENT OF Underground!??

The fans cheer a little bit more than before.

JENNY JERSEY: ARE YOU READY, FOR THIS 8-MAN BATTLE ROYAL!!!!????

The fans cheer louder than ever.

JENNY JERSEY: Alright, this main event contest is an 8-Man Battle Royal, the winner will receive the next Rebel Pro World title shot. Introducing the first
participant in the match up weighing in at two hundred and thirty five pounds, fighting out of London, England…

“Shadow of the Season” by Screaming Trees hits the loudspeakers. As Derek Stephen Taylor along with Fantastic Andy Strickland starts walking towards the
ring.

JENNY JERSEY: Accompanied by Fantastic Andy Strickland… DEREK STEPHEN TAYLOR!!!

Derek walks up the steel stairs, while Andy Strickland and potted plant walks around the ring. Derek gets into the far corner awaiting on the second participant.
JENNY JERSEY: The second entry in this battle royal…

“Esscence of Wounds” by Lamented Souls goes softly through the arena, while Derrick Daze and Lacey Gloria walk out.

JENNY JERSEY: Weighing in at one hundred and eighty five pounds, from Jefferson City, Missouri accompanied by Lacey Gloria… DERRICK DAZE!!!

COREY TAYLOR: Rob who are you pulling for in this one?

ROB MARTINEZ: None other than that man right there, Derrick Daze. Who’s your favorite?

COREY TAYLOR: The former World Champ, Mack.

ROB MARTINEZ: A good choice since his size will make him difficult to eliminate.

Derrick and Lacey slowly danced there ways to sounds of the Essence of Wounds, towards the ring. Lacey directed Derrick up the steel stairs, as she stood
below. Derrick and DST both go towards the middle of the ring, as the ref signals the bell.

DING DING!!!

COREY TAYLOR: The match is officially underway.

At the sound of the bell, both contestants lock up. As well as the Time Limit for the next contestant to emerge from the back also started counting down.
With a little bit of strength advantage DST works Derrick towards the corner closes to Andy Strickland. He immediately grabs Derrick’s legs and tries to
eliminate him, as Derrick holds both of the ropes, using all his weight to avoid a quick elimination. Derrick wraps his right arm around DST’s neck tightly,
DST decides to stop the maneuver with Derrick still holding on to his neck, he spins around and tries to launch Derrick across the ring. But he lands,
on his knees. Derrick turns around, only to be caught with a knee towards his face. Knocking him all the way to the mat. DST taunts to the crowd and quickly
gets a few boos.

ROB MARTINEZ: Why are they my second pick?

COREY TAYLOR: They are showing him how they feel about him.

The time reaches 45 seconds. DST grabs Derrick’s head, helping him off the mat while Lacey pats the mat for Derrick to assist Derrick. DST quickly hits
Derrick with an European Uppercut, knocking a little bit of wind out of him. DST grabs him again, and goes for another European Uppercut. Derrick is up
against the ropes. DST turns around and walks towards the middle of the ring, then runs back trying to clothesline Derrick over the rope. But he reverses
it, sending DST up and over. DST saves himself by catching the mat before hitting the ground. Lacey walks over to him and tries to grab his attention until
Andy comes over. Andy bows down and tries to get her to take the potted plant. But she slaps him vigorously, Sending him onto the ground. And potted plant
soil spilling all over the ground.

ROB MARTINEZ: How about go help him get that up, Corey?

The time reaches the final 10 seconds. As the fans started counting down.

Nine…

With DST still on the ring apron, Derrick tries to do anything to get DST out the ring. He throws a few jabs, punches, slaps and spits into DST’s face.
But nothing helps.

Five…

Derrick throws a punch, DST catches it. Pulling him closer, DST goes for a scoop slam over the ropes, but Derrick also saves himself and now they both
are on the ring apron, battling each other out.

Three..

ROB MARTINEZ: Who can it be?

Two..

One…

Jenny Jersey stands up to announce the third entry.

“Cocky” by Kid Rock thunders across the arena, as the fans immediately jump out there seats, as “The Show” Chad Kurtis quickly races to the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and Gentlemen… “THE SHOW” CHAD KURTIISSSSSSS!!!

COREY TAYLOR: What a big ovation for an idiot.

ROB MARTINEZ: He has done more in one evening for Rebel Pro than you can do in a life time; he was the first Rebel Pro Triple Crown Champion.

Chad glances at Andy Strickland while he tries to scoop the soil and places it back into the pot. Chad grabs a beer bottle from the fans and smashes it
over the head of Andy Strickland. Knocking him completely out! Then finally enters the ring, while both DST and Derrick are still on the ring apron. Chad
looks at the crowd to the right. He than turns to the left. Then the crowd behind him. He dives under the ring avoiding the over the top elimination rules
and grabs a trash can and the lid to go with it. He throws it over the ropes and dives back into the ring. He grabs the trash can, runs and…

ROB MARTINEZ: Heads up!

BANG!!! He hits Derrick with the trash can. BANG!!! He hits DST also. But both are somehow still on the ring apron, trying to fight the trash can hit.
Chad reaches over and grabs DST. He hits him with an elbow. Then he does it for the second time. Then a third. Derrick somehow manages to crawl up under
the bottom ropes, without Chad noticing it. He grabs the trash can lid and… WHAM!!!

COREY TAYLOR: Hopefully Chad is out already.

ROB MARTINEZ: The true PTPer is far from out.

Chad lays against the ropes, as DST finally gets back in as well. DST and Derrick glance at each other and nod. They start double-teaming Chad. DST picks
him up throws arms around his neck, as Derrick grabs the other.

COREY TAYLOR: Oh YES!

DOUBLE SCOOP SLAM! Chad’s back crashes to the mat. DST and Derrick slap each other’s hands. The time limit reaches 20 seconds… They both start stomping
Chad to the mat. On the outside two referees help up Andy Strickland and walks him towards the backstage. While Lacey laughs. Derrick taunts to the crowd
and while DST looks at his manager Andy, being help towards the back. And little do they notice, that The Show is getting back up to his feet. While DST
is still looking on, Chad bulldogs Derrick.

COREY TAYLOR: Now that’s what you call a cheap shot.

ROB MARTINEZ: How is that a cheap shot when you, yourself said there are no rules?

OOOHHH!!! By the crowd. DST turns around, and Bam! A Springboard Dropkick. Ten seconds remaining. Chad goes up top, waits on Derrick to get up and hits
the showtime! Three..

Two..

One..

“Unstoppable” by E.S. Posthumus hit’s the speakers.

JENNY JERSEY: The forth entry… THE SAM SKULLLLL!!!

Chad looks towards the entrance. But there is no Sam Skull. Chad decides to turn around… Kick to the midsection.

ROB MARTINEZ: Watch you back, Chad!

COREY TAYLOR: Don’t tell him anything!

FISHERMAN BUSTER! Delivered by Sam Skull wearing a mask.Chad rolls out of the ring. Sam also goes outside, and quickly delivers stomps to Chad. Derrick
and DST both slowly get up, starting to catch themselves a breather. Sam picks up Chad, and launches him back into the ring. Derrick and DST both greet
Chad, with a few stomps of their own. Sam slides back in, this Battle Royal has turned into a 3 on 1 handicap match, as of right now. They all are delivering
stomps towards Chad, then they taunt to the crowd. DST picks up Chad by the head, he sends him to the ropes goes for a power slam, but somehow Chad dodges
it. Runs to the opposing ropes and knocks DST with a clothesline. Derrick runs over to stop the momentum, but Chad blocks it, he throws in a few punches.
Sam joins the action, Chad also blocks him. Jab to Sam. Punch to Derrick. Jab to Sam. Punch to Derrick. Both guys are wobbling, Chad runs to the rope and…
DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE!

Twenty seconds remaining…

Sam and Derrick both are on the mat. Chad catches a little breather, before catching the trash can hit by DST. WHAM! Another shot towards Chad. DST picks
up Chad and the British Pound completely lays him out. Chad, Sam and Derrick are all on the mat. While DST is now taking a breather. After a couple of
seconds, Sam starts to get back up. DST walks over towards Sam and helps him up. Sam pushes DST. DST walks back over to see why he pushed him, as if they
are buddies. Kick to the midsection… SKULL BOMB! Which plants DST in the mat.

Five..

Four..

Three..

Two..

One..

“Why Don’t We Do It In The Road” by The Beatles goes through the loudspeakers, as the fans cheer!

JENNY JERSEY: The fifth entry…

Dr. Tittlylover leads the way.

JENNY JERSEY: Accompanied by Dr. Tittylover…MIKE “ASSMAN” TREY.

Dr. Tittylover appears to be on his cell phone, while Mike blows past him and enters the ring.

COREY TAYLOR: Nobody has time to see these two clowns.

ROB MARTINEZ: The fans sure do.

It looks to be a repeat from last week. As Mike Assman” Trey and Sam Skull do a stare-down contest. But before they can even get there hands on each other,
both men were blind sided. Derrick nailed Mike Trey and Chad did the same on Sam Skull. Derrick and Chad both are stomping away on both opponents. DST
finally gets up and decides to help Chad. Due to Sam using his finisher on him. Mike gets up to his knees with Derrick still stomping away. Mike head butts
Derrick into the midsection, knocking the wind out of him. He also ended in the corner, Dr. Tittylover climbs up the ring apron, throws Mike his cellphone
as if he has a phone call.

Mike:: Hello!?

COREY TAYLOR: What a complete jerk! Taking a phone call during a match. Stupid!

He shrugs his shoulders and… wiggles a bit.

WHAM!!! The cellphone breaks into dozens of pieces. Derrick is wobbling in the corner. Mike lifts him up on to the top turnbuckle, and WHEEWW! He launches
Derrick with the Monkey Flip, crashing into Chad Kurtis. Chad Kurtis gets up quickly. And looks towards Mike, while begging that he didn’t mean for that
to happen.

Tenseconds remain…

Nine..

Eight..

Seven..

They are still discussing the incident, while Sam and Derrick are on the mat. And DST is sitting on the top turnbuckle resting.

Four..

Three..

Two..

One..

“The Oddities” by ICP hit’s the loudspeakers and once again, the fans arise to their feet.

JENNY JERSEY: The sixth entry… One half of the FreakShow… SHUTDOWN!!!

Shutdown marches down towards the ring, and he’s not alone. In fact, The Freak is making his presence felt as well. The Freak is carrying a pole with a
bunch of FTC “SNM” Dolls on it. As they walked down the entrance ramp, they started tossing dolls left and right. Shut Down walks up the stairs, and puts
his leg over the top rope and immediately gets in between Mike and Chad. And tries to break it up. Mike shoves Shut Down’s hand out of the way.

COREY TAYLOR: Here go some more of REBEL’s Clowns. Larry needs to send them to the circus.

ROB MARTINEZ: How dare you say such a thing.

Shut Down gets into his face, mouthing off. As Chad shoves him out of the way. Now Chad and Mike are back in each other’s faces, Until DST comes over;
now he’s in between all three guys. Mike, Chad and Shut Down each glance at the other, Signaling something, Chad jabs him in the jaw. Mike kicks him in
the midsection, and ShutDown grabs him by the back of his pants and launches him over the top rope.

COREY TAYLOR: UH OHH!!!

JENNY JERSEY: Derek Stephen Taylor is ELIMINATED!!!

COREY TAYLOR: DAMN!!

With one out of the picture, four guys are still in the ring and two guys still haven’t made it out. Derek is mad and feels like his job still isn’t accomplished.
Ten seconds remaining..

Derek jumps back towards the ring apron, Mike walks up to him. “Get the hell out! You lost, period!” Derek yells, “Shut the hell up!” Mike pushes him off
the ring apron, but out of no where, here comes SAM SKULL! He lifts Mike right over the ropes.

JENNY JERSEY: Mike “Assman” Trey is ELIMINATED!!!

ROB MARTINEZ: Treachery and the evil cunning of Derek Stephen Taylor.

COREY TAYLOR: Absolutely perfect.

Mike bounces up quickly, not realizing what just happened. They both walk off, while still bad mouthing each other. And Dr. Tittylover right behind them
both, still trying to get some females number written down in his notepad.

Two..

One..

“Banned in DC” by Bad Brains hit’s the speakers as the fans boo Johnny Maverick heavily.

JENNY JERSEY: The seventh entry… JOHNNY MAVERICK!!!

COREY TAYLOR:: Here comes Johnny Maverick, my pick.

Johnny clotheslines Mike down to the floor, before scoop slamming Dr. Tittylover down as well. Johnny then pounces on Assman, taking Dr. Tittylover’s pen,
and drawing the Anarchy symbol on his forehead. Johnny unleashes rights and lefts to Assman’s head and face before headbutting him into oblivion. Dr. Tittylover
gets up and is furious, but as he charges at Johnny, Maverick arm drags him down to the floor and heads on to the ring. Sam is outside resting and Derrick
meets him halfway. Derrick whispers something in his ear, Johnny signals a finger to Sam.

COREY TAYLOR: They are setting up something, Rob.

And with Chad and ShutDown focusing on Johnny and Derrick, Sam goes for the kill. Sam spins Chad around to face him, but Shut Down quickly nails him in
the back with a forearm. Both Johnny and Derrick quickly get in, to do a 3 on 2 handicap. Johnny and Derrick on ShutDown. Sam on Chad. They all beat them
down to the ground. They lift ShutDown up… DOUBLE DDT!!! Hold up… They lift him up once more… DOUBLE DDT!!! Once more.

ROB MARTINEZ:: Good team work there.

ShutDown rolls out of the ring. On the other side of the ring, Sam is still doing damage on Chad. Stomping him from head to toe. Here comes Johnny and
Derrick to get in on the action. Sam lifts him up, then pins his arms back and they each take a turn jabbing him into the face area. Twenty seconds remain…
COREY TAYLOR: 20 more seconds before the last participant.

The Freak, getting tired of watching, runs inside the ring. And starts helping out. He quickly runs and… DIVING ClOTHESLINE!!! On Johnny. Kicks Derrick
in the stomach… DDT!!!

Sam pushes Chad to the outside of the ring, through the second rope, then stops The Freak’s momentum with a forearm shot across the back of his head. He
starts stomping away, while he’s trying to get back to his feet. Johnny gets up first, then once again gets in on the action.

COREY TAYLOR: 10 seconds, Robbie and the, notasgoodasmassacre, will come out.

ROB MARTINEZ What did you just say?

They stand him up, Sam telling Johnny to go up top. While he places the dazed Freak upon his shoulders.

Five…

Johnny takes his sweet time.

Four…

Three…

Two…

He finally makes it up to the top.

One…

The lights dim! Nobody can see anything. Green strobe lights started circling the arena. Then the spotlight… “Incredible” MACK by DJ B-Lord hit’s the
loudspeakers as the fans roar in cheers…

HERE COMES MACK!!!

JENNY JERSEY: The eighth and final entry… “THE INCREDIBLE” MACK!

Mack runs down to the ring quickly, Johnny gets ready to jump from the turnbuckle, Shut Down tries to catch Johnny, but is knocked back down by Derrick.
Johnny turns his attention back to The Freak… Sam’s knee just gave out, due to Chad’s chop block. The Freak lands on his feet, grabs Johnny off the ropes
and slams him inside the ring. Mack slides in grabs a hold of Derrick quickly, and they start trading blows back and fourth. Mack with the freshness and
strength advantage, has Derrick’s back into the corner. He started throwing vicious blows from the head to the stomach, until Derricks rear-end ended up
on the mat. The Freak picks up Johnny. But Johnny quickly shoves him off into the ropes, The Freak bounces back and eats a huge dropkick, sending The Freak
up and over the rope. Chad is all over Sam, by the ropes. Sam rolls out, as well as Chad, staying all over him. Johnny slams a forearm into Mack’s back,
but to little effect as Mack turns around from where he was pummeling the weakened Derrick Daze. Johnny throws his hands up, saying that he was innocent
of the hit, but Mack just laughs at him. Derrick slams a double fist into Mack’s nether region and Johnny laughs. Johnny with a thumb to his eyes and he
backs up into the waiting arms of Shut Down. ShutDown grabs him and lifts him up. Shut Down military presses Johnny down to the canvas. Mack is up and
as Derrick’s back is to him, trying to help out Johnny, Mack grabs him for a reverse DDT.

ROB MARTINEZ: Look at the strength of Mack and Shut Down.

COREY TAYLOR: Roids are running rampant in the business today.

Mack lifts Johnny up and throws him up backwards, then launches him over the ring. ShutDown catches him, flips him into the… THE SHAKE MACHINE!!!

COREY TAYLOR:Larry Gordon doesn’t pay me enough for this…

Rob and Corey dodge quickly out of the way…throwing their headsets off and all. ON THE ANNOUNCE TABLE!!! OHHH SH(BLLEEEEPPP)! Mack with a smirk on his
face as Johnny’s body lays crumpled in the remains of the announce table.

JENNY JERSEY: Johnny Maverick has been ELIMINATED!

ShutDown is still looking at Johnny’s carcass on the broken table, finally trying to get back into the ring. On the outside, Chad is still working on Sam,
but he finally gets to his knees. Sam shoves him off, but Chad comes back with a Double Arm shot to the head. Sam gets back to his knees, shoves Chad again.
And repeatedly another Double Arm shot. Once more Sam, gets back to his knees, he shoves Chad off. Chad comes back, Sam side swiped him fast, and shoves
him over the barricade knocking some of the fans out of the way. Rob and Corey make it back to their seats, but there is not a table; they place there
headsets back on.

ROB MARTINEZ: Can you hear me, Corey?

COREY TAYLOR: Wish I couldn’t, but yeah. I’m asking for a damn raise. The moron ShutDown, messed up our area.

Sam yells at the fans… Get out of the way! Chad tries to get up, Sam runs and delivers a PUNT!!! To the head! He lifts the already knocked out Chad Kurtis
back up and delivers a SKULL BOMB!

COREY TAYLOR: One more time. One more time. One more time.

Chad is out. Back in the ring, Mack is waiting on Derrick to get back up, Derrick finally maes it half way up. Mack knees him, in the face stunning Daze.
He lifts his head back up THE INCREDIBLE SLAM!!! NO!!!!!! ShutDown nails Mack in the back! Mack quickly drops Derrick, whom lands on the ring apron. Mack
turns his attention to ShutDown.

Mack: What the hell man!

ShutDown: Just business!

Mack: Business hell.

ROB MARTINEZ: These two behemoths are fixing to come to blows.

COREY TAYLOR: I’ve just gotten word that a very talented, never crowned Rebel Pro World Champion has been attacked in the parking lot.

ROB MARTINEZ: Here you go again with your bogus lies.

COREY TAYLOR: A very dear friend of mine, Derek Stephen Taylor, has been brutally assaulted in the parking lot by a man wearing a mask and carrying a lead
pipe.

ROB MARTINEZ: Folks, he is not joking, I’ve just gotten the same word.

COREY TAYLOR: We will update you on the condition of the extremely talented Derek Stephen Taylor as soon as possible.

Mack tries to run, towards ShutDown, but is tripped by Sam on the outside. Mack gets up, walks towards the rope, yelling at Sam. UH OH! Here comes ShutDown
from behind, he lifts Mack off his feet. Derrick yanks down the rope… Mack hit’s the floor!

JENNY JERSEY: Mack is…ELIMINATED!!!

COREY TAYLOR:: Well there goes one of my picks.

ROB MARTINEZ: How many picks do you have?

COREY TAYLOR: Eight.

Mack gets up, and walks to the back with his head held down.

JENNY JERSEY: The final four are now… ShutDown, Derrick Daze, Sam Skull and Chad Kurtis.

Derrick Daze is laying down on the ring apron, resting up, out of nowhere Lacey waves a fan in his face, helping him gain some fresh cold air. Sam on the
outside bending down, trying to catch a breather. ShutDown in the corner discussing things over with The Freak. And Chad Kurtis, is still outside laid
out. The Freak hit’s the ground, as ShutDown walks over to Derrick, and quickly kicks him out the ring, shoving off Lacey. She’s angry now! She leaps up
on the ring apron, getting in the face of ShutDown. The Freak tries to run around the ring, to catch her off guard, but eats Sam’s own Clothesline from
Hell! Derrick, slides back into the ring, with ShutDown facing towards Lacey. Derrick low blows ShutDown. ShutDown in pain, bows down. Derrick grabs him
by the head and now by the pants, he tries to launch him out. But ShutDown is too big! ShutDown is partially over the ropes. Derrick trying to do everything
to get him out, but he can’t. He nails him with a forearm shot. Jabs to the back. He yells at Lacey, “Get me something!” She quickly runs over and gets
a chair. She throws it over the ropes, Derrick catching it with one hand, and BAM!!! Chair shot to the back.

COREY TAYLOR: Come on Derrick you can do it.

He throws down the chair, ShutDown is now halfway over. He grabs the chair again. BAM!!! BAM!!! BAM!!! Three chair shots to the back and legs of ShutDown.
He throws the chair down again, tries to eliminate him again, and ShutDown is now a little more than halfway over. Out of nowhere, here comes Sam, helping
Derrick out! ShutDown up and slightly over. Lacey grabs his head! He hit’s the ground.

JENNY JERSEY: ShutDown is… ELIMINATED!!!

ShutDown gets up and runs behind Lacey, who is heading towards the back. The Freak also runs after her. Derrick is still looking on dropkick.

JENNY JERSEY: Derrick Daze is… ELIMINATED!!!

ROB MARTINEZ: That was quick.

COREY TAYLOR:: Sam Skull will be crowned victorious!

JENNY JERSEY: The final two are now… SAM SKULL and CHAD KURTISSSS!!!

Sam now has all the momentum in the world and a breather as he waits on Chad Kurtis to get back up and enter the ring. After a couple of minutes, Chad
finally moves slightly. Sam jumps out through the second rope, jumps over the barricade, and helps the dazed Chad up. Sam slaps Chad in the face, and all
Chad can do right now is wobble around. Chad finally seeing the light, he nods his head up to one of the fans holding a beer bottle. Sam gets back up CLAAANNNNKKK!!!!
COREY TAYLOR: SAM SKULL maybe out! How dare that fan get involved.

ROB MARTINEZ: Guess he isn’t an idiot.

Now Sam is dazed. Chad looks at the sharp end of the bottle and started scraping it against Sams forehead. But Sam is wearing the mask, so you really can’t
tell if he’s even bleeding. After a couple of seconds, Chad throws the piece of the bottle down. With Sam bending down in pain, Chad tries to go for the
CK Finale on the outside of the ring. He gets him up in a piledriver, will it happen?? CK FINA… Sam manages to get back down to his feet, now he’s trying
to lift Chad up and over, Chad places his extreme weight down. Now Chad’s stomach is on Sam’s back, as both are tired. Chad quickly goes for another CK
Finale, but only hits a Piledriver! Sam’s blood starts dripping through the mask. Once again the men are tired out. A few minutes pass, as Chad gets back
up, then assist Sam up as well. He then launches Sam back over the barricade, Chad balancing himself on the barricade. Sam gets up to his feet and somehow
turns around… SHOWTIME!!! by Chad Kurtis.

ROB MARTINEZ:

If not the CK Finale, then it’s the SHOWTIME!!!! There is just no quit in The Show.

COREY TAYLOR: I’m tired of seeing that move.

Which plants Sam’s face into the ground. Both men lay on the ground for a couple of minutes, Sam is out and Chad is trying to gain a big adrenaline rush.
He is rubbing his face, trying to get some of the blood off, when Sam punted him to the forehead. Chad gets up feeling that he has the strength he needs
to end Sam’s chances. He grabs him by the back of the mask, helping him up to his feet. Then slings him back into the ring, Sam gets to his knees slowly,
but surely. Chad going up top, going for maybe a second ShowTime. Sam made it to his feet, here goes Chad…

COREY TAYLOR: Not again!

ROB MARTINEZ: I love this move.

ANOTHER SHOWTIME!!!

NO!!!!!!

SKULL BOMB!!!!!!!!

COREY TAYLOR: YES! HA HA on you Chad Kurtis!

Both men are down again! The fans start chanting Show, Show, Show, Show!!! But The Show is moving right now, Sam is making a slight movement as well. Sam
using the ropes as an aide. Sam makes it back up to his feet, wobbling a little bit due to tiredness. He slowly runs over and starts stomping away on Chad.
Then he lifts him up, shoves him into the ropes, and tries to lift him over. But Chad manages to fight away the possible elimination. Sam using all his
strength and might, continues to try and eliminate Chad. Chad kicks him off. Sam falls to the mat, but quickly gets up and tries to get Chad over again.
But Chad isn’t letting up, he kicks him off again. Sam gets up, runs… CLOTHESLINE!!!

ROB MARTINEZ: SAM is out!!

COREY TAYLOR:: No, you mean CHAD is out!

Balancing back into the ring. Sam sees another opportunity with Chad’s back is turned towards him, he runs Chad quickly turns, YANKS THE ROPE DOWN. CAN
IT BE???????? Sam Skull is eliminated… NOO!!!! Sam IS STILL HOLDING ON TO THE ROPES, ONE FOOT ON THE APRON AND THE OTHER DANGLING. CHAD quickly runs
towards the turnbuckle, leaps up, DROPPKICKK To Sam Skull’s… skull.

JENNY JERSEY: Sam Skull is eliminated!

COREY TAYLOR: NOOOOO!!!!!!!!

ROB MARTINEZ: WOOOWWWW!!! WHATT A match.

JENNY JERSEY:: The winner of this intensified 8-Battle Royal and NEWWWW…#1 Contender For the World Championship……CHADDDDDD KURTTIISSSSS!!!!!!!!

Chad quickly falls to the mat, but here comes Bluegrass Mafia 2.0 (Matthew and Jonothan Kurtis) along with Lyndsey Valentine and Milicent. They quickly
hit the ring, praises him along with the fans on what a victory he has won. Matt and Jon lift him up to his feet, they each hug Chad. Then they puts him
on their shoulders, Chad with one hand on the back of his head and the other waving to the fans. As Lyndsey and Milicents applauses fill the night.

ROB MARTINEZ: And there you have it folks, a good match won by a good competitor, and once again the man who will face the World Champ… “The Show” Chad
Kurtis, ladies and gentlemen.

COREY TAYLOR: Shut up Rob, just shut the hell up, do you constantly have to brag and gloat?

“Heavy Metal Machine” hits the speakers as the Kurtis clan is about half-way down the entrance way. Mikey steps out from the curtain and stares at Chad
Kurtis and claps mockingly at the bloody countenance before him. Mikey pulls the microphone from his back and brings it to his lips.

MIKEY: So, you have won the right to face me, huh Chad?

Chad motions for Matthew and Jonothan to let him down because he wants to stand on his own; he nods and points at the belt.

MIKEY: Oh this thing, you want a shot at this now?

Mikey smiles, again mockingly, at Chad.

MIKEY: You’ll get your shot, but after the Best of the Best tournament, you will get it when I am good and damn ready to give it to you. See, I am in the
Best of the Best 2009 tournament with Zeke and FTC is the best, so we will be in each round. So that is why you Chad, will wait, you will wait for your
loss and it will eat at you knowing that you will lose once again to Mikey. Once again you will know that you fell short, you let them all down Chad, and
it will eat at the very core of your being because you are blinded by them Chad. But you go ahead and believe what you want to believe and after I again
defeat you… you’ll then know that I am the Rebel Pro World Champion for a reason… because Mikey is the best and you… are just playing second fiddle.
Mikey smirks at Chad.

MIKEY: Good thing you could finally win a battle royal Chad, because it is the only way you would ever get a shot at this belt, because we all know that
you are worthless as a competitor.

Chad looks ticked.

MIKEY: You couldn’t win King of Old School, which I did; and honestly Chad you know deep down that you can’t defeat me in any environment.

He smirks.

MIKEY: I know it, FTC knows it, and deep down inside Chad… you know it. Face facts man, you… can’t… pass… the… test… anymore. Hang them up
Chad before I hang up your boots for you.

Chad rushes at Mikey, but Matthew and Jonothan hold him back.

MIKEY: Smart move boys, Chad, there comes a time in a wrestler’s career when it is time to give up the dream; you may have rid Rebel of the Extreme Elite,
but you will never rid Rebel Pro of me. Double M, M squared, Mikey to the Massacre Chad, you can’t out fight me, you can’t out wrestle, and most important…
Mikey laughs.

MIKEY: How does it feel to know that your shot comes against me… a man… you’ve never beaten?

Chad is completely furious now, but Mikey turns and walks away with laughter filling his voice.

Cage the Rage
08/11/2009
There is a buzz through the crowd as the fans stare at the ominous structure that has been placed around the ring. It looks like the bastard child of a
1980′s WWF Steel Cage with its thick definitely steel bars and not sissy chain link. The bars of this cage are black but looking at the barbed wire threaded
through every square it’s easy to think that the cage will see some red added to its color tonight. Jenny Jersey standing out of harm’s way by the announce
table and not in the ring for this match, brings the microphone to her lips.

JENNY JERSEY: Are….. YOU….. READY?!

They are ready, but we must wait a minute.

JENNY JERSEY: To give those few straggling fans time to make it to their seats, we will play one song and one song only, after that… it will be time
to… Get It… ON!

“The world is a vampire, sent to drain
Secret destroyers, hold you up to the flames
And what do I get for my pain?
Betrayed desires, and a piece of the game”

“Even though I know – I suppose Ill show
All my cool and cold-like old job
Despite all my rage Im still just a rat in a cage
Despite all my rage Im still just a rat in a cage
Then someone will say what is lost can never be saved
Despite all my rage Im still just a rat in a cage”

“Now Im naked, nothing but an animal
But can you fake it, for just one more show?
And what do you want, I want to change
And what have you got when you feel the same”

“Even though I know – I suppose Ill show
All my cool and cold-like old job
Despite all my rage Im still just a rat in a cage
Despite all my rage Im still just a rat in a cage
Then someone will say what is lost can never be saved
Despite all my rage Im still just a rat in a cage”

“Even though I know – I suppose Ill show
All my cool and cold-like old job
Despite all my rage Im still just a rat in a cage
Despite all my rage Im still just a rat in a cage
Then someone will say what is lost can never be saved
Despite all my rage Im still just a rat in a cage”

“Tell me Im the only one
Tell me theres no other one
Jesus was an only son
Tell me Im the chosen one
Jesus was an only son for you”

“Even though I know – I suppose Ill show
All my cool and cold-like old job
Despite all my rage Im still just a rat in a cage
Despite all my rage Im still just a rat in a cage
Then someone will say what is lost can never be saved
Despite all my rage Im still just a rat in a cage”

“Even though I know – I suppose Ill show
All my cool and cold-like old job
Despite all my rage Im still just a rat in a cage
Despite all my rage Im still just a rat in a cage
Then someone will say what is lost can never be saved
Despite all my rage Im still just a rat in a cage”

“Despite all my rage Im still just a rat in a cage
Then someone will say what is lost can never be saved
Despite all my rage Im still just a rat in a cage
And I still believe that I cannot be saved “

JENNY JERSEY: It is… time for… CAGE THE RAGE!

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“Tu Veneno” by Natalia Oreiro hit’s the air as Corazones Y Mariposas Starts making their way to the caged ring. The crowd gives them a very luke warm reaction,
one male fan hands La Reina de los Mariposas one of the dolls Shut Down was giving out last week. She looks at it with disdain as the brother sister team
walks down the isle.

COREY TAYLOR: How can she not appreciate all the hard work Shut Down went into getting those for the fans.

ROB MARTINEZ: Well it does show a distinct lack of respect.

JENNY JERSEY: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is for the REBEL Pro Tag Team number one contenders. Introducing first at a total combined
weight of three-hundred eighty pounds; CORAZONES Y MARIPOSAS!

“My Old Kentucky Home” by Nappy Roots hits the P.A. system as “The Bluegrass Bad Ass” Matthew Kurtis and his brother, “The Bluegrass Heart Throb” Jonothan
Kurtis Step out from behind the curtain to a huge response from the REBEL Pro fans in attendance. The Bluegrass Mafia V2.0 seem almost shocked at the thunderous
response they’re getting from the crowd.

ROB MARTINEZ: The fans here are giving BGM a tremendous response.

COREY TAYLOR: Well these idiots will cheer for anyone.

JENNY JERSEY: And their opponents, from Paducah, Kentucky, weighing in at a total combined weight of five-hundred thirty five pounds; The BLUEGRASS MAFIA
V2.0!

Both teams are in the ring now as Alan Stone locks the cage and calls for the bell. El Rey goes right after Matthew with a forearm to the chest as Mari
goes after Jonothan with a spinning heel kick. Jonothan ducks out of the way and hits Mari with a belly to back suplex. Matthew takes the hit from El Rey
and fires a big right hand to the skull. El Rey goes down to the mat hard. El Rey back on his feet just in time to receive another brutal shot to the head.
El Rey backs away from “The Bluegrass Bad Ass” as Jonothan hits Mari with a snap mare followed by a dropkick to the back of the head.

ROB MARTINEZ: Early on in this match and The Bluegrass Mafia is showing why they deserve a title shot here in REBEL Pro.

COREY TAYLOR: The match just started, still plenty of time for The Blue Cheese Fat Ass to screw this up.

Matthew presses his advantage against El Rey as he sends him into the corner with a Irish Whip quickly followed by a running clothesline. El Rey staggers
out of the corner only to be nailed with the Bluegrass Mafia Kick. Jonothan is on the top rope and land a picture perfect moonsault to Mari. Alan Stone
moves to make the count.

One…

Two… And a kick out by La Reina de los Mariposas.

J-Kurt picks up La Reina and Irish Whips her into the ropes, a reversal and J-Kurt bounces back with a SuperKick. La Reina drops down hard to the mat.
Matthew grabs El Rey and lifts him into a gorilla press… and launches him into the barbed wire cage. El Rey is busted open, blood flowing freely from
his forehead. El Rey starts to get to his feet as Matthew hit’s the ropes and nearly decapitates El Rey with the Clothesline From Kentucky.

ROB MARTINEZ: Still think The Bluegrass Bad Ass is going to mess this one up.

COREY TAYLOR: It’s not over yet. Matthew Kurtis will drop the ball here, I’d bet my reputation on it.

ROB MARTINEZ: You’re right it’s not over, but the fat lady is warming up.

La Reina is still out from the Superkick from J-Kurt. The Bluegrass Heart Throb climbs up to the top rope as Matthew hoists up El Rey on to his shoulders.
Jonothan hit’s the Kurtis Krusher. Matthew goes for the pin. Alan Stone goes for the count.

One…

Two…

Three…

DING! DING! DING!

JENNY JERSEY: And your winners, The Bluegrass Mafia.

ROB MARTINEZ: So what was that about your reputation.

COREY TAYLOR: Not a word Rob, I don’t want to talk about it.

ROB MARTINEZ: Come on Corey, tell us about it.

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COREY TAYLOR: Fans, the next match promises to be a violent affair where the newest member to Rebel Pro, Sam Skull, takes on Rebel All Stars’ own Mike
“Assman” Trey.

The audience’s cheers die down to a faint buzz before returning in full force as “Why Don’t We Do It In The Road” begins to blare over the speakers. The
Assman walks out from behind the curtain and almost immediately makes a beeline for the most attractive woman in the audience.

JENNY JERSEY: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Manchester England… MIKE “ASSMAN” TREY!

ROB MARTINEZ: The Assman a fan favorite here in Rebel Pro, lets see if he can step up to this challenge.

Mike slips a phone number down the womans shirt before finally focusing on the task at hand. He makes his way down to the ring and an official opens the
cage door for him, he jumps up on the apron and enters between the second and third ropes, taking a moment to mug to the audience before focusing on the
task at hand.

There’s a bit of waiting before finally ‘Unstoppable’ by E.S. Posthumous begins as Sam Skull pushes his way past the curtain, the audience booing him loudly.
JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent, weighing in at two hundred and eighty-two pounds. From Devon Pennsylvania…. SAM SKULL

COREY TAYLOR: Challenge is right! I’ve seen a lot of competitors in my time, but there are few as tenacious and brutal as Sam Skull.

Sam is wearing his signature skull mask as he makes his way down to the ring, boos coming from most of the fans. A few attempt to pat him on the shoulder,
but he pulls away from them, he steps up onto the apron and climbs between the second and third ropes. He faces his opponent with disdain. The cage door
is closed and the referee points to the table.

DING DING

Sam and Assman circle around each other for a moment before Assman sticks his hand out, looking for a tie up. Sam smacks his hand away before quickly sinking
in a collar-and-elbow tie up, before Assman has a chance to do anything, Sam quickly shifts into a side headlock and brings Assman down with a hiptoss.
Assman is quickly back up to his feet and Sam Skull rears back and gives him a hard chop, but Assman fires back with a chop of his own!

Sam rears back and chops Assman again but Assman fires back with another! Then another! Assman quickly hooks his arm over his head and hooks his leg, lifting
him up and bringing him back down on the mat, hitting a perfect Fisherman suplex.

The Assman goes for a quick cover.

1…Sam kicks out with ease, and Assman makes quick work of locking in a seated armlock, but Sam manages to free himself rather quickly, rolling away so
he can get a chance to stand, but Assman irish whips him into the ropes! But Skull comes back with a vengeance, quickly locking up with Assman and bringing
him down hard with a swinging neckbreaker!

Sam goes for a cover, hooking the leg. 1…2… Assman kicks out!

Sam drags his thumb across his neck, signifying the end for Assman as he appears to be setting him up for a powerbomb. He picks him up and SKULL BO- NO!
ASSMAN COUNTERS WITH A HURRICANRANA!

ROB MARTINEZ: And this crowd is on their feet to cheer for their hero!

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah, we’ll see how long that lasts

Sam and the Assman both struggle up to their feet and again, Sam Skull sets the Assman up for the Skull Bomb! The Assman attempts a back body drop, but
Sam brings his forearms down hard on Assmans back to keep him cooperative, before finally hooking his arms and bringing him up…. HE NAILS THE SKULL BOMB!
COREY TAYLOR: SKULL BOMB! SKULL BOMB! SKULL BOMB!

ROB MARTINEZ: Sam gets the pin and he has this one.

Assmans body lay limp in the middle of the ring and Sam goes for a cover.

1…2…WHAT!?!?!?

Sam breaks his own pin, lifting Assmans shoulder.

ROB MARTINEZ: What the hell is he thinking?

The Assman starts to try and move but Sam boots him hard to keep him down. He takes his mask off and tosses it aside before locking the SKULL CLUTCH ON
ASSMAN!

ROB MARTINEZ: That son of a-!

COREY TAYLOR: This is great, maybe now Assman will learn to respect Sam Skull.

Sam doesn’t need to hold the move for very long, Assman uses what little consciousness he has to tap out like a madman.

DING! DING! DING!

JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner….SAM SKULL!

Sam isn’t releasing the hold and the referee is screaming at him.

ROB MARTINEZ: This is just sick!

Sam finally releases the hold as he feels that Mike has lost consciousness, he tosses him aside and the referee goes to help Assman but Sam Skull makes
him stop and raise his arm in victory first. Sam goes to the door of the cage and leaves, looking back at his handiwork with a smile as two officials help
Assman out of the ring.

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ROB MARTINEZ: Ladies and gentlemen, the next match promises to be a great one as Derrick Daze defends his newly won Contender’s Cup against a man who has
held that cup before in Johnny Maverick.

COREY TAYLOR: Two fairly evenly matched superstars fixing to do battle, now to Jenny, the ever so lovely Jenny. “Rise Above” hits the speakers and the
roof raises off the building as the crowd fills the place with boos, boos, and did anyone mention boos? Johnny comes out wearing a singlet, elbow and knee
pads, along with head gear and a mouth guard to the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: From Washington DC, he stands at six feet two inches and weighs in at two hundred and twenty-five pounds… JOHNNY MAVERICK!

Johnny looks to the booing crowd, seeming to absorb each and every boo and store it for energy in the match to come. “Esscence of Wounds” hits the speakers
and walking out to a a mixed reaction is the Rebel Pro #1 Contender Cup holder, Derrick Daze.

JENNY JERSEY: From Jefferson City Missouri, he stands at five feet ten inches and weighs in at one hundred and eighty-five pounds, he is your Rebel Pro
#1 Contender Cup holder… DERRICK DAZE!

Boos and cheers as Derrick makes his way to the cage, he stares up into Johnny’s face through the barbed wire, a look of determination and superiority
on his face.

DING DING

Lock up in the center of the ring, Johnny forces Derrick back into the corner, forearm to the face and a knee to the midsection doubles Derrick over in
the corner. Johnny lifts Daze up onto the top turnbuckle, hooks Derrick up and sends him down to the canvas with a front layout superplex, Daze bounces
from the impact. Johnny charges in after his opponent, Daze is up with a right hand to Johnny staggering the challenger backwards, Daze behind his opponent
quickly, pulling the wrist through Johnny’s legs and sending him down to the canvas with a pumphandle slam that temporarily dazes Johnny Maverick. Daze
picks Johnny to a vertical base, but Maverick with a forearm to Daze gets him the momentum and he backs Daze up again, Johnny whips Daze into the ropes
and hits the ropes himself with a springboard leg lariat taht takes Daze down to the canvas. Johnny bounces back up to his feet and back down with a fist
drop but Derrick moves out of the way and Johnny pounds his fist into the mat.

ROB MARTINEZ: Derrick able to move out of the way of that fist drop.

COREY TAYLOR: One of Johnny’s many moves.

Daze stands back up, hooking his arms around Johnny’s back and locking them in front of Maverick; he lifts him up and sends him crashing down onto his
knee with an atomic drop. Daze follows it up with a side headlock that sends him and Johnny down to the canvas, Derrick synches in the hold and begins
to try and wear Johnny down. Johnny begins to push back up, not wanting Derrick to have a chance to wear him down completely, he shoves Derrick into the
ropes, Daze reverses the whip, and Maverick comes back with a flying side kick taking Derrick off of his feet. Johnny pulls Derrick back up to his feet,
but Daze with a quick flurry of movement takes Johnny down to the canvas with a leg sweep and he locks in an arm grapevine submission on Johnny Maverick;
neither man having utilized the steel cage yet. Derrick has Johnny in the arm grapevine, but Johnny is wriggling trying to get out of the hold and he is
in the ropes, Daze does not break the hold and he doesn’t have to break the hold. Johnny somehow manages to get up to his feet and shoves Derrick backwards
into the turnbuckles, the hold is broken, Johnny slumps to the side, Daze is stunned in the corner. Johnny with a flying knee lift to the side of Derrick’s
face stuns him even more, and Johnny springs from the middle rope with a clothesline that sends Derrick down to the canvas. Johnny locks on a camel clutch
submission hold in the very center of the ring, Daze looks at the ring ropes.

COREY TAYLOR: Daze has no where to go.

ROB MARTINEZ: He can get the ropes, but Johnny doesn’t have to break the hold.

Daze begins to crawl for the ropes, he screams in pain as Johnny tightens the camel clutch submission hold. Johnny tightens again, if that is possible,
and again Derrick grunts from the pain. Derrick reaches out and is near the ropes when Johnny releases the hold to sling Derrick around, Daze holds onto
the ropes with his legs, Johnny swings himself around. Daze falls to the canvas, Johnny pulls him up to his feet, Derrick with a desperation side kick
sends Johnny into the ropes where he slumps and holds at his ribs. Johnny charges at the gasping Daze, but Daze leaps with a flying forearm sending Johnny
down to the canvas, Daze locks in a leg lock submission; it is a crooked figure four leg lock submission hold. Johnny rolls quickly to the ropes, but Daze
forces him the other way away from the ropes. Johnny reaches out and gets his hand into the ropes, but again Daze doesn’t have to break. Johnny begins
to pull himself closer to the ropes with the assistance of the ropes, he pulls up to the second rope and hangs there, his face a mask of pain. Johnny grunts
and pulls himself to the top rope, Daze breaks the hold, Johnny falls back to the canvas. Daze charges at Maverick, but Johnny with an elbow thrust to
Derrick’s face halts his offense and gets Johnny with momentum once again.

ROB MARTINEZ: Back and forth action here in this match.

COREY TAYLOR: But neither man has utilized the cage, such sportsmanship.

Johnny pulls Derrick towards him and nails a picture perfect spinning back suplex to Derrick Daze that stuns the current cup holder. Johnny with a fireman’s
carry into a slam to Derrick Daze and the crowd is letting both men know how much they are dissappointed that neither is using the cage to their advantage.
Johnny looks out to the crowd and just smiles, he wants them to boo him and he is relishing every single moment of the hate. Daze gets up while Johnny
is taunting the crowd and throws a right hand, Johnny catches it and slams Derrick into the Perfect Armbar! Daze has absolutely no where to go, Johnny
tightens the submission hold and wrenches back. Jimmy Johnson is there in Derrick’s face, Johnny wrenches back once again and Derrick taps the canvas once,
twice, and a third time. Jimmy Johnson signals for the bell as Jenny Jersey stands up.

DING! DING! DING!

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match and NEEEEEW Rebel Pro #1 Contender Cup holder… Johnny Maverick!

ROB MARTINEZ: I can’t believe it, the second submission of the night and in both matches the cage wasn’t used.

COREY TAYLOR: That is what you have when there is superior talent; they don’t need weapons.

Johnny climbs out of the cage and gets the cup handed to him by the always lovely and sweet Jenny Jersey. He looks down at the cup before pointing to himself
and holding up the #1 finger to the crowd. He turns and walks backstage as “Rise Above” plays through the speakers.

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ROB MARTINEZ: You’ll definitely want to stick around as Cuzin’ Zeke tries to once again obtain some singles gold here in Rebel Pro.

COREY TAYLOR: Something that has illuded him until he smartened up and became an FTC member.

Flats and Scruggs.

JENNY JERSEY: Our next match is for the Carolinas’ championship! Introducing first, the challenger, the three time REBEL Pro World Tag Team Champion, standing
six feet six inches and weighing in at two hundred and sixty-three pounds, representing FTC… CUZIN ZEKE!

Immense booing ensues as Cuzin Zeke makes his way down to the ring, carrying his horseshoe which is wrapped in barbed wire. He still gets a few claps from
the diehards, but he ignores them, instead focusing on giving sneers to his haters.

Kid Rock.

MEGA POP!

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent, the most decorated man in REBEL Pro history, from Paducah, Kentucky, weighing in at two-hundred and thirty pounds… he
is the REBEL Pro Carolinas’ Champion, representing the REBEL All-Stars… “THE SHOW” CHAD KURTIS!

The champion emerges, title belt on his shoulder, his fist wrapped in barbed wire which he proudly displays to the cheering fans. He slaps a few hands
with his non-barbed hand, his eyes never leaving the gaze of Cuzin Zeke. He enters the cage and immediately begins stretching.

DING DING

ROB MARTINEZ: These two are certainly not strangers to one another. They’ve both been in REBEL since damn near the beginning of it all.

COREY TAYLOR: Different sides now, though. Zeke highlighting the wave of the future, Kurtis representing the past.

ROB MARTINEZ: Let’s agree to disagree on that one, Corey.

Zeke and Kurtis circle each other in the ring, Zeke holding his barbed-wire horseshoe, Kurtis flexing his barbed-wire fist. Kurtis with a jab up at the
big man with the barbed-wire, sending him back. Zeke swings the horse shoe, Kurtis ducks underneath it. Another jab! Zeke feels his forehead, little bits
of blood. He fires back with a fist, nailing Kurtis. Kurtis staggers back. And fires back with a kick to the gut! Another! And a barbed fist sends Zeke
reeling. Clothesline takes him down… no! Zeke doesn’t fall back! Kurtis runs off of the ropes, right into a Big Boot from the big man! Zeke picks Kurtis
up. And throws him against the cage wall! He sticks to the barbed wire for a moment then falls flat on his stomach! Zeke with big boots to his back…
Kurtis grabs his ankle and pulls it, tripping out the challenger! Zeke slowly gets up but Kurtis runs off of the ropes, baseball dropkick to the side of
Zeke’s head! Kurtis grabs Zeke’s horse shoe… brings it down on the forehead of Zeke! Again! But Zeke kicks him in the head!

ROB MARTINEZ: A great back-and-forth contest thus far!

COREY TAYLOR: Great athleticism from the big man, Cuzin Zeke!

Zeke shakes off the pain in his head as he slowly gets to his feet. Kurtis runs at him but Zeke drops him with a clothesline, ducked by Kurtis! Kurtis
with a scissorkick! Ducked by Zeke! But a second scissorkick takes him down! Kurtis picks up Zeke, pushes him into the corner, Irish whip across the ring.
Zeke hits the corner hard! Kurtis runs at him, Zeke takes him down with a clothesline! Zeke off of the ropes… big leg drop! He grabs his head… throws
him into the cage wall! Now Kurtis is bleeding too! And a lariat takes him down. Zeke picks up Kurtis… Kurtis reverses into a chinbreaker! Zeke staggers
back, holding his chin. Kurtis puts the horseshoe on the mat. Perches himself on top of the turnbuckle… super bulldog into the barbed horseshoe! Cover!
COREY TAYLOR: This could be it!

ROB MARTINEZ: It might be!

COREY TAYLOR: …not!

One!

Two!

NO! Zeke kicks out. Kurtis picks him up, runs his head into the corner turnbuckle. Vicious knife edge chops to the big man! And he whips him across the
ring. Zeke hits the corner. Kurtis runs in… cartwheel back elbow! And a snap suplex takes the big man over! Now he’s going up top… flying fist drop
with the barbed wire hand! And a cover!

COREY TAYLOR: This is exactly what FTC talks about, gratuitous violence!

ROB MARTINEZ: FTC has done their fair share of gratuitous violence, I will remind you!

One!

Two!

NO! Kickout! Kurtis picks up Zeke. Zeke with an elbow to Kurtis! Another! And a big headbutt sends Kurtis down! Kurtis quickly gets to his feet, only to
be headbutted down again! He gets up slower this time, only to be caught in a piledriver! Zeke climbs up top. He’s going for the Mudpuddle! But he begins
arguing with a fan who is ridiculing him for being a member of FTC! This gives Kurtis enough time to climb to his feet. The Show dropkicks the turnbuckle
forcing Zeke’s legs to spread on the turnbuckle!

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

ROB MARTINEZ: A great maneuver by Chad Kurtis!

COREY TAYLOR: Zeke has BALLS OF STEEL. He’ll be fine. He makes Stone Zellor’s seem like two deflated balloons.

Kurtis climbs up. Top-rope frankensteiner! NO! NO! Zeke reverses into a power bomb! COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

TH—KICKOUT!

COREY TAYLOR: And they say The Show has a lot of moves in his arsenal!

Zeke and Kurtis both wiped out from the early moments of this bout. Zeke picks up Kurtis. Gorilla press! And he THROWS him into the cage wall!

HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Kurtis lying lifeless on the mat. Zeke slowly going up top again. Mudpuddle time! He leaps… Kurtis gets his knees up! Zeke rolling around, holding his
abdomen. Kurtis slowly gets to his feet, bits of blood all over the front of his body. He goes up top! Moonsault onto Zeke! Cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THR—KICKOUT!

Kurtis looks enraged, ready to begin delivering some serious damage to Zeke. He picks him up. Throws his head into the wall! Throws it into the second
wall! The third! The fourth! Zeke is gushing blood! Waistlock. STARMAKER TO THE BIG MAN! COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THRE—NO! NO! ZEKE KICKS OUT!

ROB MARTINEZ: I can’t believe he got Zeke up for that maneuver!

COREY TAYLOR: It was a cheap move!

ROB MARTINEZ: It was a SUPLEX!

COREY TAYLOR: Throws are not allowed in REBEL!

Kurtis can’t believe it. He begins to climb the cage. He’s going to try to escape the cage to retain his title. It is hard as hell to climb a barbed wire
cage but Chad Kurtis is going to try anyways. But Zeke slowly stirs. Kurtis up near the top as Zeke begins to shake the cage! Kurtis with a missile dropkick
from the TOP OF THE CAGE! Zeke flies back across the ring. Kurtis follows him and makes a cover.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE—NO! NO! KICKOUT!

ROB MARTINEZ: A highlight reel moment!

COREY TAYLOR: The camera was on me?

Kurtis climbing again. Zeke stirring. Zeke gets to his feet, walks over to Kurtis, climbs after him, headbutt to the back of Kurtis’ head… HUGE BELLY-TO-BACK
SUPLEX! Zeke climbs up top. Mudpuddle time! But Kurtis is getting to his feet. Zeke calls an audible… flying clothesline! Now Zeke is climbing up the
cage, ignoring the pain in his hands as he grabs onto the cage and attempts to climb out of it. Kurtis tries to shake the cage but it has no effect on
the big man! He grabs the horseshoe… and throws it at The Show! It his Zeke in his back! He wavers… and FALLS BACKWARDS! Kurtis goes up top… 450
SPLASH! COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE—NO! NO! KICKOUT BY ZEKE!

Kurtis begins the climb! Zeke isn’t moving.

Kurtis nears the top, finally Zeke comes to. He gets over to the cage and begins to shake it! But Kurtis is almost over the cage!

Zeke continues to shake, using all of his ogre strength! Kurtis begins to slide… MOONSAULT OFF OF THE TOP OF THE CAGE!

…

CAUGHT BY ZEKE!

CAUGHT BY ZEKE!

CAUGHT BY ZEKE!

Zeke walks over to the horseshoe… viagra nitric oxide TOMBSTONE ON THE HORSESHOE!

ROB MARTINEZ: My God, a piece of BARBED WIRE is stuck in his FOREHEAD!

He goes up top… MUDPUDDLE! COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

THAT’S IT!

COREY TAYLOR: Yes! I made another two-thousand! Papa just got himself two hours at that new strip club!

JENNY JERSEY: Your winner… and NEW Carolinas’ champion… CUZIN ZEKE!

Cuzin Zeke raises the Carolina title high in the air, drawing incredible booing from the arena. Chad Kurtis slowly stands, pulling the barbed wire out
of his forehead and throwing the horseshoe to the side. He looks at Zeke and gives him a nod of respect… Zeke runs in and NAILS HIM WITH THE TITLE! Zeke
raises the title high! Mikey Massacre walks down the aisle, clapping enthusiastically and whistling for his tag team partner and stablemate. They leave
the ring together, Mikey pointing to Zeke and the Carolina title and telling the fans that he is next!

In the ring, Chad Kurtis stands up, wiping the blood from his face and earning generous applause from the fans.

THANK YOU, CHAD! THANK YOU, CHAD! THANK YOU, CHAD!

He waves to them and makes his way down the aisle, hobbling, but refusing help from anyone.

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Before Jenny gets the first word out ICP’s Oddities causes the fans to go wild.

JENNY: The following Barbed Wire Steel Cage match is for the REBEL World Tag Team Championship, introducing first the challengers weighing a combined 500
pounds…The Freak and Shutdown….THE FREAK SHOW!

Fans are waving their arms like they just don’t care as the popular challengers make their way down to the ring but some fans are getting presents from
the Freak Show?

ROB MARTINEZ: It looks like the fans love the challengers here tonight and the Freak and Shutdown are returning that love by handing out what appear to
be actions figures to the crowd. I’m not sure what the significance of that is but the lucky fans that get seem to like the action figures.

COREY TAYLOR: DOLLS! They’re dolls Martinez. The Freak and his mental midget of a tag team partner are playing with dolls and the inbred idiots in the
crowd are clamoring for the

stupid dolls. Probably the only Barbie’s these hicks have ever seen that has all her clothes and without matted or missing
hair.

The Freak tosses a couple of the dolls to the announcers, Martinez catches them as Taylor ducks.

COREY TAYLOR: Did you see that? The Freak just assaulted us. I’ll sue him just as soon as my lawyer stops chasing ambulances and answers his phone.

ROB MARTINEZ: He didn’t assault us; he just tossed a couple of the dolls…

COREY TAYLOR: So you admit they’re dolls?

ROB MARTINEZ: Like I was saying he just tossed us what he and Shutdown had been tossing to the crowd. And it looks like they were giving out Disney Jonas
Brother figures customized to look like Jim and Tommy Jonas. The fans are loving them.

COREY TAYLOR: It’s a travesty not only is the Freak Show insulting our World Tag Team Champs but also one of the greatest rock bands in the world. If I
don’t sue I’m guessing Disney will.

ROB MARTINEZ: One of the greatest rock bands in the world? I’m guessing you have a poster of Hannah Montana in your dressing room too?

COREY TAYLOR: I don’t even like Hannah Montana but Selena Gomez; now that little witch could cast on spell on me any day. I’d drink her bathwater.

ROB MARTINEZ: You’re one sick man.

COREY TAYLOR: What? Tell me you wouldn’t tap that.

Before Martinez can respond “Everyone I Went to High School with Is Dead” starts to play and is immediately drowned out by loud boos and jeering as the
REBEL World Tag Team Champs make their way down to the caged ring. Noticeable by her absence is Edna Glickman.

ROB MARTINEZ: I’d never thought I’d say this, but I’m glad the Jonas Brothers are coming.

JENNY: Now introducing the REBEL World Tag Team Champions weighing a combined total of 466 pounds Jim and Tommy…The Jonas Brothers!

The fans loudly and excitedly let the champs know that they don’t like them. The Jonas Brothers waste little time letting the fans know that the feeling
is mutual. Jim rips the dolls out of several fans hands and breaks them in two. Jimmy grabs up a couple and slings them toward the ring area almost striking
Jenny Jersey. The Freak Show stares down at the champs from inside the cage as the Jonas Brothers intentionally take their own sweet time to getting into
the ring. Finally the champs lay their belts on the announce table climb into the cage and the door is slammed shut and the champs look back at the door
as the challengers jump on them as the bell rings.

DING DING

The Freak Show quickly take control of the match. The Jonas Brothers seem to be in trouble early as somehow Tommy has found himself squared off with Shutdown
and the results are what you would expect as Shutdown is making good use of his 160 pound weight advantage and tossing Tommy around like he was one of
the dolls he and his brother were handing out earlier. The Freak Show’s giant snatches the younger Jonas brother up in a gorilla press slam…no wait!
Shutdown has Tommy up in the Gorilla Press position but instead of slamming him down to the mat he throws him into the cage. Tommy bounces off the cage
which of course doesn’t give and lands hard on the mat and appears to be busted open.

COREY TAYLOR: Well that didn’t take long. It’s just too bad it wasn’t one of the Freak Show that was busted open. Oh well at least the match is getting
good now.

ROB MARTINEZ: You actually like the fact that all four of these men are likely to bleed tonight? I’m not squeamish but these are human beings we’re talking
about.

COREY TAYLOR: Are you sure that the Freak and Shutdown are human?

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh brother!

Back in the ring while Shutdown continues to dominate Tommy, Jim Jonas is using his own nearly 100 pound weight advantage to manhandle the Freak. Jim has
the Freak in position for his Face-First Piledriver but instead of driving him into the mat, he runs the Freak into the cage and busts him open so now
a member of both teams are bleeding. Jim gains his feet and turns just in time to see Shutdown devastate his brother with a Two-Handed Chokebomb. Shutdown
covers Tommy and the referee, who until now had been merely window dressing, starts the count. The ref barely counts to two before Jim starts stomping
on the back of Shutdown’s head but while it breaks up the count it seems to only anger the giant. The two of them start to trade punches and it doesn’t
take long for Shutdown to get the advantage. While the bigger member of each team is slugging it out the Freak moves in on Tommy intending to pick up the
pieces left after Shutdown’s assault. With Tommy still on the mat the Freak unleashes Rolling Thunder on the younger Jonas. Then with Tommy still down,
the Freak goes to the corner where Shutdown is driving shoulders into Jim’s gut and runs up his partner’s back and slams into Jim Jonas with a spinning
heel kick. As Shutdown holds Jim up in the corner, the Freak grabs hold of some of the barbed wire surrounding the cage and ignoring the blood pouring
from his head and now his hand he helps wrap Jim in the corner with the wire. Tommy regains his feet and jumps the Freak from the back and the two of them
trade moves back and forth. Tommy nails the Freak with dropkick but as both men make it to their feet, the Freak counters with with his Rush punch and
kick combo. Tommy counters with a Russian LegSweep. While the Freak is down Tommy executes his Somersault Senton and goes for a cover but the Freak kicks
out at two. Meanwhile Shutdown is brutalizing the bound Jim Jonas with splashes, kicks, punches, and clotheslines in the corner. Shutdown ignores the blood
coming from his own wounds to continue the assault on the helpless Jonas Brother. Tommy finally puts the Freak down for a moment with a Hair-Pull Slam
Goes to his brother’s rescue regardless of personal risk.

Tommy slams into the back of Shutdown’s knee with a chop block that brings the giant down like a toppled tree. Tommy presses his advantage and his luck
http://cialisonline-pharmacycanada.com/ as he unloads several kicks to the side of Shutdown’s head. The ref is working to get Jim untangled from the barbed wire in the corner and now his hands
are bleeding, in fact the only person in the ring who ain’t bleeding now is Shutdown. Tommy abandons the kicks that seemed to be working against Shutdown
and hits the ropes but this allowed Shutdown to get to his feet and he meets the charging Tommy with a thunderous Spear. The Freak Show’s big red destroyer
begins to stomp away at the fallen Tommy Jonas but Jim is finally free from the corner and mixing it up with the Freak. Jim is still feeling the effects
of the brutal assault of the Freak Show in the corner but is determined to help his brother. Jim lifts the Freak and drives him back down with his elevated
cradle neckbreaker and then charges Shutdown who is ready for him. Jim Jonas eats a big boot and falls hard to the mat. It looks like the assault in the
corner is finally starting to catch with Jim. The Freak Show has a quick conference in the middle of the ring and then the Freak starts to climb the cage.
As the Freak ignores the barbed and climbs to the top of the cage, Shutdown tosses Jim back into a corner and picks up Tommy in a Gorilla Press position
again but this time he does slam him down. The Freak has reaches the top of the cage and flies off with a Shooting Star Press aiming right for Tommy Jonas.
The move connects and both men are down. Shutdown takes time to clothesline Jim in the corner before slowly, mockingly slow, picking up Tommy and setting
him up for his Shake Machine finisher. However Shutdown doesn’t see Jim Jonas stirring in the corner and as Shutdown hoists Tommy up, Jim Jonas explodes,
as best he can at this stage on the match, and barrels into the knee of Shutdown’s that Tommy clipped earlier. Jim also manages to roll Shutdown and the
ref goes down for the count ….

One…

Two…

Three!

JENNY JERSEY: Here are your winners and still the REBEL WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS JIM AND TOMMY…THE JONAS BROTHERS!

The crowd goes wild with boos as the Jonas Brothers win to

retain their championship but that doesn’t stop the two teams from brawling as both the Freak
and Tommy finally regain their feet. The two teams continue to pound away at each other as the cage door opens to allow additional referees and other REBEL
officials try to restore order. The timekeeper bangs away on the bell with no effect. The refs trying to hold Shutdown and Jim apart are just shoved aside.
Edna Glickman shows up out of nowhere to encourage her champs. Jenny Jersey runs to the back as fast as her high heels will take to get help. Finally some
REBEL wrestlers come to try and help restore order, Christopher Samsonite and Justin Tyme hit the ring but to little avail it is still chaos in the ring
as Christopher tries to separate Shutdown and Jim Jonas. Justin is trying to do the same with the Freak and Tommy.

Finally a cheer goes as the BlueGrass Mafia v2.0 and Lyndsey Valentine emerge from the back and hit the ring it takes Matthew Kurtis to finally separate
Shutdown and Jim Jonas. This causes a tense moment as it appeared that the two biggest men in REBEL were ready to throw down with each other as the Bluegrass
BadAss physically restrains Shutdown, but with Christopher Samsonite holding Jim Jonas back, J-Kurt helping Justin Tyme to keep the Freak and Tommy Jonas
apart and Lyndsey keeping Edna out of the way order is quickly restored. The extra refs and wrestlers leave and the Jonas Brothers grab their belts and
storm out of the arena to the same chorus of boos that met them upon their arrival. The Freak Show then exits the ring to cheers once again.

ROB MARTINEZ: Things got tense there for a bit, thanks to a wild brawl at the end of the match because of the emotions involved on both sides. Thankfully
nobody was hurt in the melee. But I thought for a moment the Shutdown and “the Bluegrass BadAss” Matthew Kurtis were going to go at it.

COREY TAYLOR: I would have liked to have seen that but that will have to wait until another time. The best news of the match however is that the champs
retain their belts but then the big crybabies that Freak Show started a brawl that could only be stopped from help from the back. I hate sore losers.

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Zeke and Mikey are in their locker room. Zeke is picking his teeth with a nail and petting his new Carolina title. Chet Whetleson walks past the locker
room and hears Mikey and Zeke talking behind the closed door; he turns on the live microphone so that the crowd in the arena can hear it as a camera man
comes waiting on Chet’s word to go in.

MIKEY: A huge win, Zeke. I can’t say it enough. You winning the strap and defeating The Show in one combined motion, well, it’s huge, Zeke. Really.

ZEKE: And now it’s your turn, Mikey! You gonna take down that World Title from Mack!

MIKEY: Indeed.

ZEKE: Just one thing, Mikey, them fans been calling you out the past month or so, calling you a ‘Pussy.’ They think you afraid to face Donovan Astros!
Mikey looks away.

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MIKEY: Afraid… of Donovan Astros? Afraid of anyone? Me? Mikey Massacre? That’s absurd!

ZEKE: I know it is! But it got me thinkin’, why don’t you accept the match and show him that FTC is boss!

MIKEY: Oh, oh, I’m going to wrestle him sometime. It’s just, you know, you and I, FTC, with Black injured and all, we’ve got a lot on our plates, you know?
The World Title match, getting back our tag belts, it’s just, well, we’re busy. I’ll get to Astros, but, you know, busy and all. Busy. Busy…

ZEKE: Okay, buddy.

Mikey’s eye catches the camera.

MIKEY: Um… this going out on the DVD?

CHET WHETTLESON: Sure is going on the DVD as well as the live crowd has heard every single word you’ve said.

Crowd(in the arena) “Mikey’s a Pussy!(clap, clap, clap clap clap) Mikey’s a Pussy!(clap, clap, clap clap clap) Mikey’s a Pussy!(clap, clap, clap clap clap)
Mikey’s a Pussy!(clap, clap, clap clap clap)”

Mikey looks furious.

MIKEY: (BLEEP) A…

Mikey stands up, grabs the camera and throws it to the ground before Chet ducks out of Mikey’s way.

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JENNY JERSEY: The following match is set for one fall with no time limit and is for the Rebel Pro World Championship… Introducing first the challenger.
Boos rain down as “Heavy Metal Machine” hits the speakers and Mikey Massacre walks from the back. He looks to the crowd with distaste and mouths that they
made him do this, it is their fault.

JENNY JERSEY: He stands at six feet even and weighs in at two hundred and thirty-five pounds, from Albuquerque New Mexico…. representing FTC… MIKEY
MASSACRE!

The boos don’t change just because he is from Albuquerque, and they especially don’t change because he is representing FTC, but they do change when “Boom
Boom” hits the speakers and from the back, Rebel Pro World Championship over his shoulder, comes Mack.

JENNY JERSEY: He stands at six feet eight inches and weighs in at two hundred and eighty-five pounds, from Patterson New Jersey, he is your Rebel Pro World
Champion… He is Incredible, he is…. MACK!

Mack slaps the hands of the outstretched fans’ arms as he makes his way to the ring; his eyes never leaving Mikey Massacre’s face. He walks up the steps
and into the ring, the door is shut and padlocked on the outside.

DING DING

Inside the barbed wire wrapped cage, both Mikey and Mack circle each other in anticipation of the lock up. The crowd is hushed waiting for Mack to destroy
the former fan favorite in Mikey Massacre. Rob and Corey sit silent on the headset waiting; Dale McDonald steps back, he has a feeling something is fixing
to happen. Double leg takedown by Mikey who is up with an elbow drop to Mack’s forehead. Mikey pulls Mack up, whip into the ropes, Mack reverses and sends
Mikey in the ropes with a reversal. Mack with a big boot sends Mikey into the cage and some flesh is torn quickly here in this match.

ROB MARTINEZ: The first to bleed here is Mikey.

COREY TAYLOR: He has bled for this company more than once in his career.

Mack slams a forearm into Mikey’s skull with enough force to send Mikey back into the ropes, Mack drags Mikey’s skull across the barbed wire so that the
back of his head is ripped open. Mikey with a thumb to the eyes stops this saddistic assault and a kick to the shin followed by a DDT sends Mack down to
the canvas. Mikey looks to the door, but pulls Mack up instead, he shoves the big man into the corner, knife edge chop, but the crowd will not “Wooo” for
this man, only boo his tactics. Mikey climbs the turnbuckles and delivers right hands.

One… Two… Three… Four… Five… Six… Seven… Eight… Nine… Ten! Mikey spits on his palm and slaps the taste out of Mack’s mouth before monkey
flipping him out of the corner. Mikey climbs to the top turnbuckle, he dives with a Macho Man style elbow… canvas is all he catches. Mack rolls out of
the way and with Mikey’s spit glistening on his cheek picks up the former tag team champion, right to the face, boot to the gut, lifting Mikey up… side
slam to the canvas on his face. Mack rolls him over, but makes no attempt at a pin this early in the match. Mack hits the ropes, big time Hogan leg drop
across Mikey’s face as fresh spatters of blood are covering the canvas from the back of Mikey’s head. Mack lifts Mikey up, draping his throat over the
top rope, he delivers a massive forearm to the back of Mikey’s bloody skull driving his throat across the ropes. Another forearm and a elbow for good measure.
Mikey with a back elbow and a mule kick to Mack’s most sensitive area stops the onslaught. Mikey with a European uppercut, following it with a facerake
to redden the eyes of Mack even further. Mikey dives with a shoulder tackle taking Mack down to the canvas where the current Rebel Pro World champion is
pummeled with rights and lefts for his offensive series earlier. Mikey pulls him up to his feet, he drags Mack’s face across the barbed wire, ripping flesh
and causing rivers of blood to creep down Mack’s face for his efforts. Mikey slams Mack’s head into the wire, looks at his handy work for a moment, admiring,
before shaking his head and slamming it into the wire once more. Mikey with a elbow backs Mack into the corner, Mikey with a series of toe kicks to Mack’s
ribs. Mikey with vicious lefts and right fists to the ribs of Mack as well, he seems to have found a body part and is intent on working it. Mack slumps
down into the corner, Mikey stomps on the left leg of Mack before wrapping it into a standing leglock, Mikey is going to work over the left leg and ribs
of Mack. Mack with a right hand to Mikey’s gut stops the leg lock, another sends him back as Mack pulls himself up to a vertical base.

ROB MARTINEZ: Mikey looking to take Mack out here, but Mack not letting it happen.

COREY TAYLOR: That is one of the stupidest things I think I’ve ever heard you say. Of course Mack isn’t just going to let it happen.

Mack scoops Mikey onto his shoulders, and with a running start slams him head first into the wire, Mikey shoves back from the wire to fall behind Mack.
Mikey with a rear waistlock, grunt, and a German suplex sends the big man crashing down to the canvas on his neck. Mikey grabs the left ankle of Mack and
viciously stomps away at the side of the knee before crossing his ankles over Mack’s knee, and falling back to the canvas as he pushes upwards on the ankle.
Mack sits up and grunts in pain, his eyes open wide, he reaches for Mikey, but the illussive Massacre is just out of reach; Mack rolls over and Mikey is
forced to break the hold because he can no longer hold the position. Mikey is up quickly, but not quick enough as Mack shoves up to his feet and bulldogs
Mikey down to the canvas. Mack up again, not putting all of his weight on that left leg, but just enough to balance himself, right to Mikey’s face and
a shove backwards into the corner. Mack grunts as he delivers right hand after right hand into Mikey’s ribs, Mikey grunts from the pain. The sound of Mack’s
fist connecting with flesh is barely heard over the roar of the crowd. Mack lifts Mikey up to the top turnbuckle, hooks the head and the leg part of Mikey’s
wrestling outfit.Mikey is up… and down crashing on his back in the center of the ring thanks to that top rope superplex, Mack holds at his left leg,
but manages to make the cover.

One… Two… Thr.

COREY TAYLOR: Mikey able to kick out after that illegal move from Mack.

ROB MARTINEZ: I often wonder where Mr. Gordon found you…

COREY TAYLOR: I know, because I am so much more talented than yourself.

Mack pulls Mikey back up, knowing something special has to be done to defeat Mikey, he knows how tough this FTC member is. Mikey with a right hand, but
Mack shoves him into the corner and follows in with a body splash, Mikey lifts the feet into Mack’s face. The feet slam into Mack’s mouth and now Mack
is bleeding here in this match. Mikey dives from the middle turnbuckle with a flying right fist slamming it into Mack’s already busted mouth. Grabbing
him, he twists and sends him down to the mat with a swinging neckbreaker, but Mikey doesn’t go for a pin, instead he intends on doing some major damage.
Mikey hits the ropes, baseball slide into Mack’s ribs, Mikey jumps

over, baseball slide into the other side of Mack’s ribs and now Mikey is laughing at
the fallen World Champion. He pulls Mack up to his feet, wrapping his leg into the ropes, he pulls on the ankle and Mack can be heard groaning from the
pain on his left knee and Mikey can be heard grunting from the effort of pulling on the ankle. Mack with a side shot sends Mikey stumbling to the left.
He limps in pursuit of Mikey. Mack with a big right, and a massive forearm shot sends Mikey weaving into the corner. Mack with a vicious right to the gut,
a stiff right knee lift into Mikey’s midsection and a perfect looking European uppercut stands Mikey vertically in the corner. Mack backs up for another
running splash he charges, but Mikey dives to the right spearing Mack’s injured left leg, Mack flips over Mikey with a grunt of pain. Mikey pulls Mack
from the corner to the center of the ring, he locks both of Mack’s legs into a figure four with his arms and turns him into a Texas cloverleaf submission
hold. Mack grunts in pain and reaches for the ropes, sweat is pouring from Mack’s forehead, but Mikey just sits back on the hold, adding pressure to the
ribs of Mack as well. Mack is in the ropes, but Mikey does not have to break the hold because there is no disqualification here in Rebel Pro and Mikey…
doesn’t break the hold instead he is intent on breaking Mack. Dale McDonald is down in Mack’s face, a glazed look in Mack’s eyes, he holds the arm up once
and it falls. He holds it up a second time and it falls. Mikey is sweating what appears to be blood in his concentration but it is actually blood from
the back of his skull, Mikey nearly has Mack bent over backwards from the hold. Dale holds the arm up again and it hangs there for a moment and the crowd
is on their feet, but it was only a bit of hope in the crowd’s eyes as the arm falls to land limply on the mat. Dale signals for the bell immediately.
COREY TAYLOR: Mikey has won his first World Title!

ROB MARTINEZ: The son of a b*bleep* did it.

Dale McDonald gets in Mikey’s face and tells him to break the hold, but Mikey refuses, Dale McDonald says that he will reverse his decision if Mikey doesn’t
break the hold and Mikey drops the Texas cloverleaf and demands to get his title.

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, winner of the match and NEEEEEEEW Rebel Pro World champion… Mikey Massacre!

Mikey stands in the center of the ring where Dale McDonald hands him his newly won World Championship, Mikey looks down at it before raising his head to
smirk at the crowd. Referee Dale McDonald is helping Mack out of the ring when Mikey taps the former champ on the shoulder, Mack turns around ready to
come to blows again, he has no weight on his left leg what so ever. Mikey sticks out his right hand, Mack looks like he isn’t going to believe him, Mikey
decks him with the World title before Mack can make a decision. Mikey begins to work over the left leg of Mack and here comes Zeke along with Vincent on
crutches. Zeke has a pair of bolt cutters and both get inside the cage and here comes the Rebel All-Stars, but Black puts on a pad lock, it hanging from
inside the cage.

ROB MARTINEZ: Ah come on, the match is over, this is ridiculous.

COREY TAYLOR: The Show injured Vincent last week and now FTC is getting a bit of revenge, one good turn deserves another.

Referee Dale McDonald is trying to prevent this from going on, but a swing from a lucky horse shoe by Vincent sends him down to the canvas in a crumpled
and bloody heap. Zeke and Black take turns on either side of Mack swinging their individual weapons to the injured ribs of Mack. The Rebel All-Stars are
powerless to do anything but all of a sudden here comes Shut Down from the back, having left momentarily, and he is carrying a pair of bolt cutters. FTC
just laugh because the lock is on the inside, but there goes Chad Kurtis to climb the cage, he is wearing gloves and moving quickly. There goes the Freak
with the bolt cutters in hand. FTC are still laughing at what is going on with the Rebel All-Stars. Chad leaps from the top of the cage with a crossbody,
Freak with a missile dropkick takes out Mikey and Black. Freak cuts the bolt.

ROB MARTINEZ: Finally!

COREY TAYLOR: Come on Vincent is an injured man!

Zeke with a swinging horse shoe takes out Freak, Black with the crutch takes out Kurtis,Mikey dives with the championship taking out Shut Down as he walks
into the cage. Both Zeke and Mikey lift Black’s weight onto their shoulder and hurry out of the cage, leaving the maylay there as the fans boo their action.
But each has a one finger salute for the fans as they leave through the curtain.

ROB MARTINEZ: Well, Mack may have lost the Championship, Kurtis may have lost the Carolinas Championship, and FTC may have gotten the last laugh here tonight…
COREY TAYLOR: Because they are the best and it is high damn time you realize that Rob.

ROB MARTINEZ: But… the war is far from over. This battle goes to FTC, but the war folks… is far from over.

COREY TAYLOR: Sentimentalist, think you’ve got to be a fan favorite… brown noser.

ROB MARTINEZ: For Rebel Pro, this has been Corey Taylor and I am Rob Martinez… signing off for Cage the Rage.

Aerial Assault 2009
08/04/2009
The Rebel Arena is filling up nicely, with people finding their seats, people buying merchandise, and people just hoping to get a glimpse of their favorite
Rebel Pro wrestlers. Mack and Chad Kurtis are over in a corner discussing something with enthusiasm as they sign autographs for the Rebel Pro fans. Mack
obviously asks Chad a question because immediately Chad begins to nod vigorously.

JENNY JERSEY: The following match is the opening contest of Aerial Assault 2009 and is a tag team triple threat match with a twenty minute time limit…
“Cyberwatse” hits the speakers as from the back to a loud silence is Sons of Destruction.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first at a total combined weight of five hundred and seventy pounds… Kayoken and Devastation… THE SONS OF DESTRUCTION!

Still no reaction as “Damone” hits the speakers and CamaLoss emerge through the curtain.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing their opponents, at a total combined weight of four hundred and fifteen pounds… Cizin Camal and Alexander Banning-Loss… CAMALOSS!
“Why Don’t We Do It In The Road” hits and finally a reaction as from the back, wiggling, shaking, rattling and rolling is Mike “Assman” Trey to the delight
of the fans, but he is not alone as Dr. Tittylover emerges from the back. Dr. Tittylover immediately spots a chubby in the front row and makes his way
over quickly, Assman just laughs.

“All Black” hits and there is another big pop for the Rebel Pro World Champion as “Incredible” Mack emerges through the curtains. He walks up beside Assman
and nods.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing the final team into this triple threat… at a total combined weight of five hundred and fifteen pounds, MIKE “ASSMAN” TREY and
your Rebel Pro World Champion… “INCREDIBLE” MACK!

Mack and Assman walk down to the ring as Dr. Tittylover continues talking to the lady in the front row, he writes down something on a piece of paper. The
paper goes into his pocket and he walks down to the ring.

DING DING

One man from each team stands in the squared circle, Assman for his team, Alexander for CamaLoss, and Kayoken for Sons of Destruction; each circles around
the ring. Lockup, Assman with a drop toe hold to Kayoken that sends him into Alexander who trips over the falling man. Assman up with a leg drop across
Alex’s neck. Mike reaches to tag his partner into the match, Mack comes in, he throws Alex into the corner, he whips Kayoken into Alex, following up with
a big splash. Assman dives through the ropes to take out Camal with a spear as Mack turns to meet Devastation with a big right hand sending the bigger
man backwards into the ropes. Mike runs at Mack, who has a forearm placed over Devastation’s throat, but turns to toss Assman up into the air. Assman comes
down with a crossbody sending Devastation over the top rope, Mike catches himself on the apron to slap hands with Mack. The current World Champion turns
to meet Kayoken with a clothesline sending him down to the canvas, here comes Alexander, Mike with a leg lariat takes him down and the thrown together
team of Mack and Mike are working extremely well together.

ROB MARTINEZ: M and M are dominating here.

COREY TAYLOR: What is your point, oh master of the great unknown?

Kayoken gets up, behind Mack, Devastation hands him a steel chair, he whacks Mack in the back of the knee with the weapon before turning to nail Mike in
the face with the perfectly legal weapon. Kayoken turns, but Camal knees him in the forehead sending him down. He lifts Kayoken up, but Mack with a boot
to his midsection sends him crashing to the canvas with Kayoken to land on top of him. Mack jumps into the air with a splash and lands on top of them all,
but Devastation breaks up the pin before it can happen. Devastation with a big right stumbling Mack into the corner. Devastation with a shoulder block,
and a lifted knee doubles the World Champion over in the corner.

COREY TAYLOR: Devastation seems to have the World Champ’s number in this opening match.

ROB MARTINEZ: Mack will turn it around, true champions have a way of doing that.

Devastation with a elbow drop to the back of Mack’s head. Here comes Assman, but he is cut off by Alexander and Camal who send him down to the canvas with
a double hip toss. They lift Kayoken up into the air with a double vertical suplex and drop him on top of Assman; these two working as if they have the
same mind.Assman whipped into the ropes similtaneously as Kayoken is sent into the ropes. Clothesline to Assman, clothesline to Kayoken, double leg drop,
back up, double elbow drop. In the corner Mack begins to fight back from the doubled over position with a series of quick rights and lefts. Devastation
is caught off-guard from the suddeness of the blows. Mack stands back up with a look of rage on his face from the injustice and his being manhandled. Mack
with a right sends Devastation back, another sends him back further. Mack with a boot to the gut, even flow DDT to the canvas. Mack looks up to find CamaLoss
getting a pin on Kayoken and Assman. He charges over, pulling up Camal by the hair, delivering a right into his face as he stomps on the back of Alexander’s
skull. Mack whips Alexander into the ropes, delivers a big back body right into an Assman neckbreaker. Assman hooks the leg as Mack tosses Camal and Kayoken
over the top rope.

One… Two… Three.

DING! DING! DING!

JENNY JERSEY: Winners of the match, the team of Mike “Assman” Trey and the Rebel Pro World Champion… Mack!

ROB MARTINEZ: These two men worked extremely well together.

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah, but lets face it, they are not up to the caliber of FTC.

“Heavy Metal Machine” hits up as Mikey walks from the back, microphone in his hand. Staring up at the ring, he smirks as he pats his Tag Team Championship
belt over his shoulder. Mikey claps for the victory that Assman and Mack just had.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Assman, you want to beat us at a later date, well, too bad(Mikey shrugs his shoulders) just ain’t going to happen.

The crowd is booing this intrusion heavily.

MIKEY MASSACRE: See, you know you and any partner you choose can’t stand up to the force that is FTC. You can choose that over grown waste of talent Mack
in the ring or your beloved Dr. Tittylover to be your partner, it really doesn’t matter.

Mack looks insulted as Assman just leans over the top rope to watch Mikey.

MIKEY MASSACRE: See, for too damn long, I’ve not had a chance at the Rebel Pro World title, I haven’t had a chance to get my hands on that gold. Frankly,
I want that shot and if Mack is the fighting champion he thinks himself to be well…

Mack yells something out, but the booing crowd distorts what he says.

MIKEY MASSACRE: What I’m saying Mack is that I an challenging you to a match, next week, for that Rebel Pro World Title. You have said that you want your
hands on an FTC member, well, here is your chance.

Mack tells Mikey to come on down and get him some, but Mikey just laughs as he shakes his head.

MIKEY

MASSACRE: Oh yeah and Mike, when you can get the ring rust off of Dr. Tittylover, you and him… come and try to wrest these belts from Zeke and myself.
Because it is going to feel damn good to be a World Champion and a Tag Champion, something you wouldn’t know about Mike, because the only time you can
hold gold… is when someone else is handling the workload.

“Boooooooooo”

Mikey turns to the crowd, a smirk filling his face.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Just like tonight, Mack does the work and who picks up the pinfall? Who was it Mack? Who got the victory? Who made the final pin?

Mack turns to Mike, seeming to not care, but to assure Mike that it doesn’t botther him; Mikey takes it to mean something else.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Exactly, see you next week Mack, keep that belt warm for me.

ROB MARTINEZ: Wow, a challenge from Mikey Massacre for next week!

COREY TAYLOR: Mikey is going to be a dual champion!

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Jenny Jersey is in the ring and the next match is set to begin and as “Unstoppable” – E.S. Posthumus starts to play, Jenny brings the mic up to her lips
(lucky mic).

JENNY JERSEY: REBEL fans please welcome from Devon, Pennsylvania. Standing six feet two inches, and weighing two hundred and eighty-five pounds SAM SKULL!
The crowd boos as Sam Skull makes his way to the ring and seems to actually enjoy the fact that he is hated. He gets to the ring and awaits his opponent
while doing his best to piss off the crowd. The crowd waits for Skull’s scheduled opponent but he doesn’t show and is handed a card by the referee.

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen unfortunately Duncan Aries has been called away and will not be able to be with us tonight.

The crowd starts to boo and chant “We want a match, We want a match!”

COREY TAYLOR: Will you listen to those idiots? I mean can they really be upset about not having to watch Aries stink up the joint? I mean that guy is envious
of Barry Horowitz’s win-loss record.

ROB MARTINEZ: Duncan is a fine competitor and I hope that whatever emergency occurred to lead to his absence here tonight works out for the best. That being
I’m inclined to agree with the fans…

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah birds of a feather flock together. You’re just like these idiot sheep-like fans here. Sam Skull was prepared to face Duncan Aries so
even if another opponent COULD be found it would be unfair to Skull. Besides like it says on the commercials “card subject to change without notice.” So
the fans will just have to suck it up.

ROB MARTINEZ: Not here, this is REBEL Pro Wrestling. So I’m sure someone will step up to fight Sam Skull.

In fact Jenny is trying to get the fans’, who are still chanting, attention as Sam Skull looks smug and mouths off to the fans about his paid day off now.
Jenny unable to get the chanting to stop yells into the mic.

JENNY JERSEY: REBEL FANS YOU WERE PROMISED A MATCH AND YOU WILL GET ONE!

The fans cheer and allow Jenny, now with a smile on her face to introduce Sam’s opponent. “Fly” by Nickleback plays through the speakers as one half of
Nite Tyme from Raleigh, North Carolina

JENNY JERSEY: He is one half of Nite Tyme standing six feet even and weighing two hundred and twenty-five pounds he is JUSTIN THYME! Tyme soaks in the huge
pop from the fans as he sprints to the ring; Sam Skull looks very unhappy about his new opponent and stomps on Justin as he tries to slide in under the
ring. Jenny bails from the ring as the ref calls for the bell.

DING DING

Justin finally manages to gain his feet and tries to retaliate against the brutal Skull. Justin fires several ineffectually rights into Sam’s mid-section.
Skull retaliates with a vicious elbow to the back of Justin’s neck. Tyme is driven down to one knee and is “helped” to a vertical base by Skull. Justin
is driven into the mat with a Tiger Driver by Skull. Tyme is dazed and Skull covers and only gets a two count. As Sam argues with the ref Justin seizes
the opportunity to try and mount an offense. Tyme fires a few forearm shots to the head that staggers Skull slightly. Justin hits the ropes and flies off
with a flying forearm that knocks Sam down. Tyme celebrates briefly but Skull is already back on his feet. Justin doesn’t know yet but does when Skull
victimizes him with a German Suplex. Justin lands fully on the back of his neck. Another cover for Skull and again Justin barely kicks out. Skull wanting
to put Justin away sits him and connects with a Diamondhead. Skull takes time to gloat and is rolled up by Tyme for a two count. A very smart desperation
move by Tyme but now he’s paying for it. Skull is just unloading on Justin head and neck area. Skulls drills Tyme with a Burning Hammer. With Justin down
a sick smile comes over Skull’s face and he allows Justin to make it to his feet before throwing him in the corner. With Justin trapped in the corner Skull
with a barrage of vicious kicks and elbows to the head and neck of his opponent.

COREY TAYLOR: Sam Skull with a beautiful masterpiece here tonight.

ROB MARTINEZ: He is viciously beating poor Justin senseless.

The only thing keeping Justin on his feet is the ropes but he finally slumps to the mat. Justin seems to be out on his feet if not seriously injured. Skull
hauls Justin and finally hits his very high impact Ganso Bomb finisher. Sam covers and the ref counts to two… and… wait Skull pulls Justin up and stops
the count!

ROB MARTINEZ: What did he do that for?

COREY TAYLOR: Easy, he isn’t finished sending a messege just yet.

Sam Skull applies his Skull Clutch to Justin Tyme who is too out of it to even tap out and passes out from the move and beating he’s taken and mercifully
the match is finally over.

COREY TAYLOR: Ah, humiliation is such a wonderful thing.

ROB MARTINEZ: Is that the way you felt when Jenny turned you down for a date?

COREY TAYLOR: Do…. do… do… she never… I never… call the damn match.

ROB MARTINEZ: And a zinger from Mr. Martinez.

JENNY JERSEY: Your winner by submission…… SAM SKULL!

Sam Skull calls for a microphone, as the referee assists Justin Tyme out of the ring. He snarls as he raises the microphone to his lips.

SAM SKULL: I just demonstrated to all of you idiots (Sam points to the fans) just WHY I am the best wrestler in this wrestling god forsaken company. I just
demonstrated WHY I am the most malicious combatant in professional wrestling. Getting in a wrestling ring with Sam Skull is like taking a walk through
Central Park, New York… you pray that you’ll emerge on the other side… ALIVE!

The fans boo Sam as he pauses for breath, glistening with sweat from the match where he’d just torn Justin Tyme apart.

SAM SKULL: What you idiots just saw was a WARNING! A warning to the rest of the REBEL-Pro idiots. You wanna get inside the ring with Sam Skull… you suffer
the consequences. You want to wrestle me… you leave here in a body bag. I will destroy all of those high-spot hacks… those one trick ponies AND…
those grinder monkeys who dance to the tune of steel chairs colliding. I will PROVE… to ALL REBEL-Pro that I’m not just a man… I’m a GOD… DAMNED…
WRESTLING… LEGACY!

Skull drops the microphone and climbs to the second turnbuckle, eyeballing the fans in attendance as E.S. Posthumus hits the speakers proclaiming his victory.
ROB MARTINEZ: Listen to the arrogance of Sam Skull. Listen to these fans. He’s been here five minutes and they all ready hate him. The arrogance is sickening.
COREY TAYLOR: As Sam would say, these “idiots” wouldn’t know talent when they saw it. Sam Skull is going to clean up REBEL-Pro, Rob. You heard it yourself.
FTC may need to look at this guy, he could be the newest member.

ROB MARTINEZ: That’s what worries, me.

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“Oddities” hits the speakers as from the back come The Freak and Shut Down. They make their way to the ring, no presents, no gifts, but a determined look
on their faces and in their body language. The Freak Show are standing in the middle of the ring, each holding a mic in there hands.

Shut Down: Well hello there REBEL Pro fans. Welcome to the first installment of The Side Show. Today we have some very important shit to talk about.

Freak: That’s right my friends, tonight we talk about what is without a doubt the most foul smelling, shit licking, fudge packing, group to ever assemble
in the history of professional wrestling.

Shut Down: (looking somewhat confused) I thought Young Money split up? Oh you mean FTC, my bad.

Freak: Yes, that is correct good sir; I do in fact mean FTC. Now I have to be honest with everyone here tonight. We really don’t care about Mikey and his
so called truth. So he thinks that the wrestling industry in North America is appalling. Well then he should move his decrepit ass to Japan.

Shut Down: He wants to blame all you guys here in the audience for every thing he doesn’t like about this business. Well we say (BLEEP) YOU PUSSY! You need
to get your head out of your ass and stop blaming every one else for your problems.

Freak: But what we do care about is competition, and fair competition. And that just isn’t happening with you and your band of cock-sucking merry men. You
think you can spread you little message by interfering with other peoples matches and hitting people from behind? Well that’s about to stop.

Shut Down: You see The Freak and I are going to get involved every time you guys try and sneak attack, bully, jump, or gang up on anyone here in REBEL.
Mikey, Zeke, Black and Hostile you guys are in your final days here. So you either play nice from now on, or you answer to us.

Freak: Now I know Shut Down and I aren’t the only ones here who are sick of FTC running around like they think they can do what ever they want. So I’m going
to take this moment to invite any one in that locker room down here to stand with The Freak Show and put a stop to FTC for good.

Boom! Boom! Boom!!! Footsteps sounds to be going through the loudspeakers, as the sounds of the Freak’s voice seems to has awaken a beast. The green spot
lights started to strobe the arena, as everyone stands up as if a new superstar was about to make an grand entrance.

Mack! Mack! Mack!!!…“The Incredible” MACK!!!

The fans erupts, as a new the new theme song from Mack comes on, and Mack with World Championship over his shoulders, walks through black curtains glowing
in nothing but green, with a new wardrobe and all. He walks slowly towards the ring. He then circle the ring, before finally getting in. ShutDown hands
the champ the mic, and waves his hands down as if he’s a King or Prince.

Mack gets on the mic.

Mack:: Yo!

Fans starts to cheer.

Mack:: Now I know some of you maybe wondering what am I doing out here. And that FreakShow and Mack, has nothing in common, hell I bet some are WONDERING!!!
Why the hell will I be out here with the incident that happen a few months back, when they dressed up as Jason and struck, Young Money!

Mack:: But the past is behind me, Young Money is dead. Whatever they had against Young Money is officially just Jer$ey. Mack is a non-Young Money star.
I’m too damn Incredible for that shit.

Fans Cheer…

Mack:: Now, what may have bought the champ out here, is the simple fact, that I agree with all the words the FreakShow has mention about FTC. Once again,
FTC needs to be put out like a wildfire. Seriously! And with me standing besides the former and soon to be FUTURE Tag Team Champions! The job will get
done!

Mack turns to The Freak and ShutDown. And shakes there hands.

Mack:: I got your back with any altercations with FTC. Trust and believe me, I hate them guys as much as you do!

Freak: Anyone else willing to…

“They say I’m cocky, but I say what?”

The crowd explodes, drowning out the last few words of Freak’s sentence. From the back comes “The Show” Chad Kurtis, Carolinas title draped over his shoulder.
He looks to the crowd before walking on down to the ring where he climbs up the steps. Freak hands him the microphone and Chad takes it. Again he looks
to the crowd, to the three men assembled in the ring, and to the mic. He stares at the microphone as he begins to speak.

Chad Kurtis: “I’m the first Triple Crown winner in Rebel Pro history.”

The yells get louder.

Chad Kurtis: “I’ve fought through injury, through pain, I’ve fought through a group calling themselves the Extreme Elite.”

“Show! Show! Show! Show! Show!”

Chad Kurtis: “The Extreme Elite said they would end me, the filth they spread here was supposed to stop me…”

“SHOW! SHOW! SHOW! SHOW!”

Chad Kurtis: “But… look who’s still standing!”

Chad lifts his head up to look at the crowd, he spins around pointing at each of them in turn.

Chad Kurtis: “You are the reason I’m still standing, you are the reason we were able to get rid of Extreme Elite.”

Cheers still fill the arena as Freak, Shut Down, and Mack look at Chad Kurtis.

Chad Kurtis: “And you all will be the reason that FTC… will not last either.”

He turns to Freak, Shut Down, and Mack.

Chad Kurtis: “Mack, you asked me at the beginning of the show if I wanted to help out, I agreed immediately. I thought it was just going to be you and me,
but we’ve got two of the best in Rebel Pro to help us out. So…”

Chad Kurtis waits as the cheers die down, they are waiting.

Chad Kurtis: “I’m in.”

Explosion does not describe the noise well enough, each and every fan stand up cheering, yelling, or clapping their approval. All four men shake hands and
exit the ring, determined to rid Rebel Pro of FTC.

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“Essence of Wounds” by Lamented Souls hit the speakers as Derrick Daze walks from the back to a mixed reaction from the crowd.

JENNY JERSEY: From Jefferson City Missouri, he stands at five feet ten inches and weighs in at one hundred and eighty-five pounds… DERRICK DAZE!

“The Oddities” by ICP hit the speakers as the biggest man in Rebel Pro walks through the curtain to a mixed reaction from the crowd. He is carrying a bag
of something in his hands. Shut Down also gets a mixed reaction from the crowd as he comes out carrying a steel chair and handing out t-shirts.

JENNY JERSEY: From anywhere and everywhere, he stands at seven feet two inches and weighs in at three hundred and fifty pounds… SHUT DOWN!

COREY TAYLOR: Can you see what the t-shirts that Shut Down is handing out says? Toss me one!

ROB MARTINEZ: (Catches a shirt) Here you go.

COREY TAYLOR: Awesome design here with Goliath on the front holding David’s severed head and on the back it reads, “It’s going to take more then a slingshot.”
I like it a lot. That is it I am cheering for Shut Down.

ROB MARTINEZ: You are easily and cheaply bought but I believe we are supposed to be fair and neutral.

COREY TAYLOR: Whatever, let’s just watch as Shut Down destroys Daze.

Dale McDonald calls for the bell as both men are standing in the center of the ring staring each other down. Daze has to be wondering exactly how you can
take down Shut Down. Shut Down hands his steel chair to Daze and he tosses it out of the ring as he attempts to use his speed to gain the advantage first
with a standing dropkick then a springboard elbow but both seem to have little effect as Shut Down just stands there and smiles almost daring Daze to give
him his best shot.

COREY TAYLOR: See I told you that Derrick Daze had no chance in this match. He can’t even get Shut Down off his feet.

ROB MARTINEZ: I really wish you would just shut up and watch the match. To be honest it would be nice if you would do your job and be neutral for a change.
I have to be honest and say that things ain’t looking too good for Daze right now but it is early.

Daze climbs to the top turnbuckle going for a high risk move to try and take this giant off his feet. Daze goes for a frog Splash but is caught by Shut
Down. The fans can’t believe the power of this man as he just carries Daze around the ring before delivering a sidewalk slam that seems to knock the breath
out of Daze. Shut Down feels he has this match won early as he goes for the pin. McDonald slides into place and starts the count…

ONE…

TWO…

Kickout somehow by Derrick Daze. Shut Down gets an evil look in his eye like now he wants to punish Daze as he climbs out of the ring to get a steel chair,
but allows Daze time to regroup. Shut Down tosses the chair under the ropes and climbs back in as Daze just waits patiently. Shut Down prepares to hit
Daze with the chair but Daze surpises him with a dropkick that shakes him but the big man stays on his feet. Daze keeps his momentum going with a springboard
clothesline but Shut Down is still on his feet. Daze feels the need to live in the moment as he once again climbs to the top turnbuckle this time landing
a picture perfect flying cross body block that not only takes the giant down but pins him on the mat but Daze doesn’t even manage to get a one count as
Shut Down toss him off like a sack of potatoes. Daze attempts to keep the momentum with a leg sweep but Shut Down just picks him up by his shoulder and
prepares to take him for a ride via a two hand choke slam but Daze managers to reverse it into some kind of dropkick causes Shut Down to drop him hard
to the mat.

ROB MARTINEZ: Daze sure ain’t just laying low and taking a beating from Shut Down. He is trying to use his speed against him.

COREY TAYLOR: But it is not working too good for him after all Shut Down is a freaking giant. How can you beat a giant?

ROB MARTINEZ: I believe I read somewhere a slingshot worked once.

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah but that was with divine intervention and I don’t think Daze can count on that.

Shut Down picks Daze up and delivers a two hand choke slam as he continue to dominate this match up. Daze bones cracked from the impact of the choke slam
but Shut Down doesn’t seem to be done with him yet as he jerks Daze off the mat and places him in a torture rack. Shut Down has it locked in good but somehow
Daze manages to get him off balance allowing Daze to escape and execute the back cracker then retrieve the steel chair from earlier. Daze delivers a chair
shot across the back of Shut down that seems to have little or no effect on Shut Down. Daze delivers another chair shot to the big man’s back that destroys
the chair but Shut Down still remains on his feet as he turns around to face Daze Daze tosses the chair at Shut Down then delivers a standing dropkick
into it that takes Shut Down to one knee.

ROB MARTINEZ: What is it going to take to get this man down? Truth is Shut Down has been the better man all match long and when Daze does get some momentum
he still can’t get the man down.

COREY TAYLOR: I hate to say I told you so but…

ROB MARTINEZ: Save it Taylor the fat lady hasn’t sang yet.

COREY TAYLOR: I didn’t even know your mother was in the building tonight.

ROB MARTINEZ: Listen here you little Jack Jones clone why don’t you just do your job as a color commentator and never talk about my mother again.

Daze springboards off the ropes as he goes for a cross body block but Shut Down manages to catch him despite being on one knee and stands up and delivers
a massive power slam. Daze slide out of the ring to the apron as he tries to regroup as he realizes that the gameplan he came into this match with just
ain’t working. Daze slide back into the ring with a steel chair in hand but before he is able to use it Shut Down grabs it from him and executes a power
bomb before going for the pin as the ref slides into position for the count…

ONE…

TWO…

THREE…

No, Dale McDonald is holding up two fingers as he says Daze got his foot on the ropes just in time for the three count. Both men get back to their feet
with Daze holding his back at this time he realize he is going to take something close to a miracle for him to get a victory here but he ain’t giving up
yet as he delivers a serious of standing dropkicks that seem to catch the big fellow off guard forces him towards the ropes. Daze goes for a baseball slide
to attempt to take out the legs of Shut Down but the big man stomps on Daze’s chest ending his momentum and maybe his night as he picks him up and positions
him for “The Shake Machine” but Daze manages to get free and deliver a springboard DDT into the steel chair that everyone seems to have forgotten about
as Daze makes the cover…

ONE…

TWO…

THREE…

Shut Down kicks out but it was too late as despite being dominated all night by Shut Down, Derrick Daze walks or limps away with the victory.

JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner and the new number one contender… DERRICK DAZE!

COREY TAYLOR: I can’t believe it, I just can’t believe. Someone up there must like Daze because it took divine intervention to beat the giant.

ROB MARTINEZ: What ever it took Derrick Daze is the winner and the new number one contender.

COREY TAYLOR: Well at least Vincent will destroy Chad Kurtis in our next match.

Shut Down exits the ring, anger written all over his face as Jenny Jersey hands Derrick Daze the Rebel Pro #1 Contender’s Cup to him. Daze looks down at
the cup and back to Shut Down before giving a nod to him.

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“Carbomb” by Acacia Strain hits the PA system and immediately the fans begin to boo tremendously.

JENNY JERSEY: This contest is scheduled for one fall for REBEL-Pro Carolinas Championship… Introducing the challenger… weighing in at three-hundred
and forty one pounds…

Vincent Black emerges from the back with a despicable snarl across his face and makes his way down the ramp while trash is thrown at him.

JENNY JERSEY: …hailing from Glen Falls, New York… he is… VIN-CENT BLLLLLLLL-ACK!

As soon as Jenny announces the challenger, the boos grow louder. Black ignores the response, stepping up onto the apron and over the top rope, into the
ring awaiting the champion. The music changes to “Cocky” by Kid Rock and the fans explode into cheers for the Carolinas Champion.

JENNY JERSEY: AND his opponent… from Paducah, Kentucky…. weighing in at two-hundred and thirty pounds… he is the REBEL-Pro Carolinas Champion… The
SHOOOOWWW…. CHAD… KUR… TIS!

And as the Champion comes out from the back, fist raised above his head, the fans roar their approval. He jogs down to the ring, slapping high fives with
fans on the way. Chad climbs the steps and through the ropes, removing his belt from his waist and thrusting it into the air to another cheer before handing
it to the referee.

ROB MARTINEZ: Listen to the reaction these fans are giving the Show, Chad Kurtis. The REBEL-Pro Carolinas Champion, Corey.

COREY TAYLOR: I think these fans are all completely backwards, Rob. But they’ll learn their lesson with Vincent Black removes that belt from The Show’s
waist and raises it above his head victoriously.

The referee calls for the bell and Vincent Black calls for a test of strength. The Show looks to the fans before hitting him with a dropkick to the knee
which doesn’t bring the big man down. He bounds to his feet and nails a second dropkick to the knee, bringing Black to one knee.

ROB MARTINEZ: Bring down the tall timber by chopping away at the base of the tree, Corey. Chad Kurtis KNOWS he cannot beat Vincent Black on his feet.

COREY TAYLOR: On his feet. In the air. On the mat. Chad Kurtis can’t beat Black ANYWHERE, Rob. AN-NEE-WHERE!

Kurtis hits the ropes, leaps steps onto Vince’s bent knee and hits a Shining Wizard into Black’s face, bringing down the big man to a cheer. Kurtis bounces
to his feet and heads for the ropes, leaps onto the middle rope for a Lionsault but Black pulls the knees up. Kurtis lands chest first on them. He falls
flat on his back and Black covers… ONE! TWO! Kickout!

COREY TAYLOR: Look at the genius of Vincent Black, Rob. That idiot Kurtis telegraphed that moonsault and all it took was a couple of simple raised knees
to bring the Champion to water. Black almost got his title belt.

Black gets to his feet, shaking the cobwebs. Pulls Kurtis up and tosses him into the corner. He drives an elbow into Kurtis’ face before bending him over
backwards and slapping a huge hand down over his chest to a boo. He drives a knee into Kurtis’ belly then whips him across the ring into the other corner.
ROB MARTINEZ: Black follows and HUUUUUGE avalanche into the corner.

COREY TAYLOR: Goodnight, Chad Kurtis!

Black scoops Kurtis up and slams him into the canvas with a pendulum backbreaker. He covers… ONE! TWO! SHOULDER UP! The fans sigh as Black argues with
the ref for a slow count. Pulls Kurtis to his feet and whips him into the ropes.

ROB MARTINEZ: Chad Kurtis ducks the clothesline! Off the ropes… flying shoulder block!

COREY TAYLOR: Chad Kurtis can’t bring down the big man.

Black staggers back into the ropes and Kurtis charges again, clotheslining him to the outside. Kurtis backs up and charges the ropes.

ROB MARTINEZ: NO HANDS SUICIDE DIVE! OH MY GOD!

COREY TAYLOR: KURTIS HAS A CHAIR!

On his feet, Kurtis raises the chair as Black gets to his knees. CRACK! Tosses the chair aside and rises to his feet, pulls Black up and whips him into
the ring steps. CLANG! Heaves Black up to his feet again.

COREY TAYLOR: THIS NEEDS TO BE STOPPED! KURTIS IS OUT OF CONTROL HERE!

ROB MARTINEZ: You don’t think Black would do the same? REVERSAL! BLACK SEND KURTIS INTO THE GUARD RAIL!

BANG! Black pulls the fallen Kurtis to his feet and moves him to where the fallen steel chair is.

ROB MARTINEZ: TWO HANDED CHOKESLAM ONTO THE STEEL CHAIR! OH MY!

COREY TAYLOR: Vincent Black is coming home tonight with the title belt, Rob. There’s no doubt about that.

Black rolls Chad Kurtis into the ring and makes a cover. ONE!…TWO!…THRE-KICKOUT! The fans roar as Black slaps the canvas angrily. Pulls Chad Kurtis
to his feet and kicks him in the belly setting up for the New Hope.

COREY TAYLOR: NEW HOPE! HERE IT COMES!

Kurtis shifts his weight forward and rides Vincent Black down into the canvas. The fans roar as Black bounces to his feet. Kurtis leaps and dropkicks Vincent,
in the left knee once more. Black into the corner. He charges in and hits a running butt bump into the head and chest of Black causing him to slump down
the corner.

ROB MARTINEZ: CHAD KURTIS BACK IN CONTROL!

COREY TAYLOR: GET UP VINCE! GET UP! GET UP! GET UP!

ROB MARTINEZ: Will never happen, Vincent can’t stand up to “The Show”.

COREY TAYLOR: I don’t think Vincent can stand up period.

Kurtis raises a fist to a cheer from the fans and then grabs the top rope in both hands.

ROB MARTINEZ: Here it comes… BLUEGRASS BREEZE!

Black takes the blow and falls out from the corner into the ring. Kurtis makes the cover and hooks the leg tightly… ONE! TWO! THREE! The fans roar loudly
as Kurtis bounces to his feet.

ROB MARTINEZ: CHAD KURTIS RETAINS THE CAROLINAS CHAMPIONSHIP!

JENNY JERSEY: Your winner and STILL REBEL-Pro Carolinas Champion…. THE SHOOOOOWWWWW…. CHAD… KURTISSSSSS!

The fans roar loudly as the referee hands Chad his belt. He climbs the turnbuckle and thrusts the belt high into the air for the fans to see. Vincent rolls
out of the ring, holding at his left knee, here comes Mikey and Zeke to Black’s aid, but Mack and Freak Show head down as well. Bubba J jumps from the
crowd to pull Vincent’s weight on his shoulder and assists him to walk out of the arena. Mack, Freak, Shut Down, and Chad look on, each smiling that one
member of FTC is down and only three more to go. Bubba J turns to flick them all the bird as Mikey and Zeke hold baseball bats up to fend off the four
men. Bubba J and “The Show” lock eyes and hatred is burning in Bubba J’s eyes for the man who just injured his best friend. Bubba J points at Chad and
mouths “Soon, you sumbitch… soon.” Vincent, being assisted by Bubba J, Mikey, and Zeke walk back through the curtain to the backstage area.

ROB MARTINEZ: One down and three to go.

COREY TAYLOR: That is saddistic, he may have broken Vincent’s leg there with all of those dropkicks, Chad Kurtis should be fined!

The excitement from the last match is cut short as ‘Banned in D.C.’ by Bad Brains begins to play and Johnny Maverick steps out from behind the curtains
to a few boos but mostly disinterest from the fans. Johnny is wearing sunglasses, a white button up shirt with the words ‘(BLEEP) MACK’ spraypainted on
the back, and a torn up pair of blue jeans.

ROB MARTINEZ: What the? Johnny isn’t scheduled for a match tonight! I heard he quit after that embarrassing match against Mack.

COREY TAYLOR: Watch your mouth Rob, this is great! We haven’t got to see Johnny in a few weeks now. I wonder what’s on his mind?

Johnny jumps up on the apron and climbs through the middle ropes, he motions to a man outside of the ring who runs up and hands him a mic, as soon as the
audience discovers he’s going to be talking, they start booing loudly. Johnny starts to talk, but the booing grows louder

“If you could all please shut up, I have something very important to talk about”

The audiences boos grow louder as a chant of ‘NO ONE CARES! NO ONE CARES!’ begins. Johnny just chuckles to himself and steps out of the ring.

“Look, I don’t want to take up a lot of your time, so please just shut up”

The chanting continues and Johnny just chuckles again before clearing his throat.

“SHUT THE (BLEEP) UP YOU INBRED PIECES OF REDNECK TRASH!”

One woman in the front row turns to the rest of the audience to try and keep the chant going, and she turns back to see Johnny looking right at her.

“Look lady, I don’t come to where you work to smack the dick out of your mouth, so don’t come to my work expecting any special treatment.”

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh my God! She’s a paying fan Johnny, she can say whatever she wants!

COREY TAYLOR: Shut up Rob! Do you want him to hear you?

Johnny rolls back into the ring and stands up. He pops his neck and looks ready to get back on topic, despite the booing still going full force.

“Now that I have everybodys attention… I want you to do a favor for me. Can any of you tell me who Lou Thesz is? How about who the last American was to
take gold in an olympic event. Hell, do any of you know what country took Gold at the LAST Olympic event? Of course you don’t, you were too busy eating
out of Michael Phelps ass hole.”

Wave after wave of boos showers over Johnny, who takes it all with a smile.

“I’m sick of it. I’m sick of this company. This company punishes real wrestling talent while it pushes mediocre chair-swinging asshats like the Jonas Brothers.
I am the best damn wrestler on the Rebel Pro roster, and what do I get? Through a miracle of booking I get the Number One Contenders Trophy, I cash it
in as fast as I can so I can get my title shot, but apparently I have an opponent MADE of Horse Steroids and Retard Strength, so despite putting on the
match of the damn century with him, in a one-in-a-million occurrence, I lose. So, after nearly taking out the champ and being told by management stuff
like ‘Good work kid, after that showing you’re a main-eventer for sure’ what happens? I don’t get booked for two damn weeks because they don’t wanna give
me MY trophy back. Yeah, you heard me, that’s MY trophy.”

ROB MARTINEZ: Johnny gave up that trophy to get a shot at the title.

“But you see, the management, in not booking me, made the biggest mistake of their lives. You see, they gave me a chance to think, and now I know where
the blame lies. It lies in people like Terry Funk, like Mick Foley, like Paul Heyman. Men who tried to kill real wrestling, a proud tradition that Rebel
Pro continues to this day. Terry Funk (BLEEP) sucks. Mick Foley is a glorified stuntman. Oh, and ECW sucked the moment Paul let REAL wrestlers like Dean
Malenko, Eddie Guerrero and the Killer…. I mean…. Crippler, Chris Benoit slip out of his sausagey little fingers.”

Johnny pulls something out, it’s a bit of fabric with black and white referee stripes on it.

“Wrestling started dying when this fabric started to mean nothing. So, I’m afraid I have to add something else to my already lofty list of goals. 1. I still
plan to take wrestling back from Rednecks. 2. I want the Rebel Pro World Heavyweight Title and 3…..”

Johnny takes a long pause and looks around at the audience.

“I am going to kill Garbage Wrestling. And i’m gonna do it the only way I know how.”

Johnny sets the mic down and starts taking off his clothes to reveal his usual wrestling gear. Gym shorts, a raggedy t-shirt, kneepads, but he keeps taking
off clothes, stripping down to an old-fashioned wrestling singlet. He puts on amateur wrestling-style earguards.

“I am going to show Rebel Pro what real wrestling is. I’m not gonna be happy until every Garbage wrestler in Rebel Pro has tapped out, been choked out,
or had their face pounded into a crater. I’m gonna Shoot my way to the top, and if any of you have a problem with it, you can feel free to suck my dick.”
Johnny tosses the mic aside. His music begins to play again as he makes his way to the back, raising dual middle fingers to the audience.

ROB MARTINEZ: Well….

COREY TAYLOR: I see he left you nearly speechless, true words from a true champion.

ROB MARTINEZ: and… now on to our next match for the Rebel Pro Tag Team Championships.

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“Everyone I Went to High School with is Dead” hits the speakers as from the back come an already sweaty and ticked off Jim and Tommy Jonas, minus Edna.
JENNY JERSEY: Making their way down to the ring at a total combined weight of four hundred and sixty-six pounds, Jim and Tommy,… THE JONAS BROTHERS!

The crowd boos this duo heavily, but it may not be as much as they are going to boo the next team.

“Heavy Metal Machine” hits and the crowd immediately begins to shower this now most hated man as he walks through the curtains.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing one half of the tag team champions, he stands at six feet even and weighs in at two hundred and thirty-five pounds… MIKEY MASSACRE!
Mikey waits beside the curtain as Flatts and Scrugs picks up where “Heavy Metal Machine” left off. From the back comes Cuzin’ Zeke, the other FTC member
with his belt over his shoulder. Zeke looks inside the ring, then to Mikey and nods before both begin to walk down to the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing his FTC tag team partner, he stands at six feet six inches and weighs in at two hundred and sixty-three pounds,… CUZIN’ ZEKE!
Together they make up… FTC!

Boos upon boos, upon boos rain down upon these two men, formerly loved, but now hated. Zeke still gets some cheers because of his devotion to raising money
and helping kids out, but for his actions here in Rebel Pro… he is heavily booed.

DING DING

Jim and Zeke lock up in the center of the ring, Zeke with a few big right hands backs Jim into the ropes. Whip into the opposite ropes, Mikey with a kick
to the lower part of Jim’s back. Here comes Tommy and here comes Mikey, it didn’t take long as this match has turned into a brawl.

COREY TAYLOR: This is what I am talking about… bloodshed!

ROB MARTINEZ: A tag match is supposed to be where you tag in, but Mikey couldn’t keep his foot to himself.

Mikey with a single leg takedown as Zeke shoulders Jim to the canvas. Mikey pulls Tommy back to his feet to toss him over the top rope and to the floor,
where he follows quickly. Zeke pounds Jim’s face into the turnbuckle once, twice, three times before belly to back suplexing him onto his head. Mikey delivers
a running knee to Tommy’s temple sending him rolling to the side, Mikey slams his face into the flimsy railing at ringside. Placing his face on the railing,
Mikey drags his face across the metal surface before lifting Tommy up and dropping him throat first onto the railing. Zeke with a knife edge chop to Jim
in the corner, but Jim fights back with a right of his own to stagger Zeke. Jim with a knee into Zeke’s abdomen, following it up with a European uppercut
to stand the man from Turkey Cross back to a vertical base. Jim with a running forearm to Zeke’s throat nearly sends the co-holder of the tag team belts
over the top. Jim wraps Zeke’s leg in the ropes and pulls on his ankle, trying to dislocate Zeke’s kneecap. Jim with a stinging knife edge chop following
it up nicely with an elbow to Zeke’s mouth. Mikey pulls Tommy back up delivering a right hand, but no Tommy blocks it with a thumb to Mikey’s eyes. Tommy
with a right hand into Mikey’s face, another, and a third and fourth blow. Mikey stumbles back from the onslaught, Tommy with a clothesline sending Mikey
over into the crowd. The people there scatter from these two as Tommy picks up a steel chair, he slams it into Mikey’s back, he slams it into Mikey’s right
knee, he slams it into Mikey’s skull. He hooks Mikey’s head and tights, lifting him up, vertical suplex onto the rows of empty steel chairs. They scatter
and bang from the impact, but Tommy is up, the brawl before the match having gotten his blood boiling. Jim with a shoulder block to Zeke, but Zeke begins
to pound away with his massive forearms onto Jim’s back. Jim falls to one knee and Zeke lifts his free knee into Jim’s downturned face. Zeke nearly falls
from the knee blow, but he unwraps his right leg from the ropes to toss Jim into the corner. Zeke lifts Jim to the top turnbuckle and climbs up after him,
he hooks with a belly to belly superplex, but his knee buckles at the last second and Jim is tossed on his head, painfully.

ROB MARTINEZ: Zeke’s knee gave out on him.

COREY TAYLOR: But see the way Zeke countered to where Jim would land on his head.

Tommy looks into the ring where Zeke covers Jim and he leaps the railing. Mikey catches his fleeing ankle and Tommy crotches himself on the railing, Zeke
manages to get a two count before Jim gets his shoulder up. Meanwhile, Tommy has turned a slight shade of green as he holds at his balls from the pain.
Mikey takes a running start slamming a closed steel chair into Tommy’s face, Tommy falls back on the side of the railing where Mikey is. Massacre picks
up the now sore Tommy slamming a knee into his already hurting crotch; he laughs as he does so. Mikey has Tommy behind the announce table, the railing
separating them from Rob and Corey. Mikey boots Tommy in the gut, grabs a handful of tights, and lifts Tommy up for a stump pulling piledriver, Tommy’s
head slams sickly into the concrete upon impact. Mikey grabs an empty steel chair, he slams it into Tommy’s cranium before sitting it up again. He lifts
Tommy up, sidewalk slam onto the chair, Tommy is hurt now. Zeke has Jim back up in the ring, whipping him into the ropes, Zeke dives with a clothesline
taking him down to the mat. Zeke limps slightly on his right leg, but is determined to not let it hamper him. Here comes Mikey into the ring, he has a
electrical cord wrapped around both hands. Zeke pulls Jim up to his feet, Mikey wraps the cord around his throat and begins to choke Jim with the cord.
Jim immediately begins to turn a dark shade of red, Zeke pounds away at his chest and face to cause even more pain. Glass shatters and flies every where
in the ring as Zeke falls down to the canvas in a heap. Tommy slams another beer bottle into Mikey’s face splitting him open as well as shattering the
bottle to dust. Mikey falls, blood flowing freely down his face to stain the canvas red. Tommy moves Jim out of the way before placing the broken beer
bottles on Mikey’s face, adding a chair, and climbing to the top turnbuckle. Tommy leaps with a body splash onto the chair, driving the chair and bottle
mixture into Mikey’s face, the crowd is loving this hardcore action.

ROB MARTINEZ: That was sick.

COREY TAYLOR: Beautifully executed, although I bet Mikey isn’t liking it too much right now.

Tommy pulls the chair off to reveal the hamburger meat that is Mikey’s face, he pulls Mikey up to his feet, whip into the corner. Tommy follows in with
the steel chair, but Zeke trips him and Mikey places a boot into the steel chair. The steel smacks into Tommy’s face, slicing his forehead open and he
falls back where Zeke rolls him up for a two count. Jim pulls Zeke off of his brother which prevents the win. Jim turns to Mikey who charges out of the
corner with his forearm in front, Jim with a scoop spin, and a slam onto the canvas. Mikey bounces up but Jim with a right hand sends him back down. Mikey
bounces up again but Jim with a forearm sends him tumbling back down. Zeke up and grabs Jim from behind with a full nelson, he turns for a slam, but Jim
keeps turning, breaking the hold and sending Zeke down to the canvas with a knee to his right knee, Zeke falls. Mikey is back up, but Jim with a boot to
the face staggers Massacre back into the ropes, Jim with a running clothesline sends him over the top. Jim turns to pull Zeke up to his feet where he peppers
him with well placed rights and lefts backing him into the corner. Whip and Zeke is sent with a stumble run over Tommy and into the other corner, Jim runs
after him. Zeke falls after impact and Mikey swings a 2 by 4 connecting with Jim’s face; he goes down like a ton of bricks. Mikey laughs as he stares at
the blood on the wooden board, but Tommy is back up, flying over his broken brother with a suicide plancha that sends him and Mikey crashing to the railing.
Zeke covers Jim against the ropes and Jimmy Johnson is there to make the count. Tommy pulls the large man out of the ring, swinging the board to connect
with Zeke’s weakened right leg; he goes down as well. Jim is starting to move inside the ring, but he isn’t moving very fast. Tommy stands above Zeke and
he brings the board down again, it connects solidly with the right kneecap, he brings it up for another blow. Mikey shoves a double fist upwards into Tommy’s
privates and he crumples after turning another brilliant shade of green. Tommy falls to the right, away from Zeke and the ring, his hands around his manliness.
Mikey stumbles towards the ring, the blood loss now starting to take its toll on his body. He rolls into the ring where Jim is now in a seated position,
swift front kick to the back of Jim’s skull sends him to lay on his side, Mikey climbs to the top turnbuckle, flips off the crowd, before landing a guillotine
leg drop across Jim’s throat. Mikey makes a cover, but Tommy somehow manages to weakly pull Massacre’s foot and prevent the pinfall victory. Mikey is furious
and turns with a right fist, Tommy ducks the blow, catches Mikey, and shoves him face first into the ring apron. Tommy climbs onto the apron, takes a deep
breathe, and flips to land back first across Mikey’s back driving his head into the edge of the ring apron. Tommy rolls off, breathing heavily, but able
to prevent the loss. Zeke is up, swinging the horseshoe to slam into Tommy’s skull, Tommy doesn’t even move he just goes limp on the floor. Zeke rolls
back into the ring and pulls Jim up to his feet. Jim sweeps both legs taking Zeke down, but Zeke brings the horseshoe down on Jim’s head and both men are
on the canvas. The crowd is into this match, liking neither team, but enjoying them destroy each other. Zeke pushes Jim off of him and pulls himself up
by the ropes. Zeke looks down at Jim before climbing to the top turnbuckle, going for the mudpuddle. But NO! Tommy pushes the weakened right leg of Zeke
and he falls face first to the canvas. Tommy climbs up top, but Mikey reaches the top as well. Right from Mikey, right from Tommy, Mikey with a right,
Tommy with a right. Right, right, right, right, these two are brawling on the top turnbuckle, both swaying ominously before coming back with another right.
Tommy lands a particularly vicious right and Mikey falls, but not before grabbing Tommy’s hair and pulling him down to the floor with a hair pull DDT.
Both men land hard and neither move. Here comes Edna from the back, wearing a thong bikini, she is waving a pair of bleached pink lace panties around and
around over her head. Jim looks up and seems disgusted, she places them over Tommy’s nose and it…. it revives him? Tommy follows the scent and seems
to have a second wind here in the match. Jim tosses Zeke into the ropes and ties him up there with the top and middle rope. He begins to yell at Edna to
get her scank ass backstage, but she places the panties over Mikey’s head and her and Tommy roll Mikey into the ring. Jim is visibly upset, but holds his
lunch and breakfast in as he hooks Mikey in a belly to back suplex. Tommy nails a superkick as Jim finishs the suplex.

COREY TAYLOR: New tag team champs!

ROB MARTINEZ: Not like this, this is… disgusting.

COREY TAYLOR: Why because she is sleeping with you and Tommy?

ROB MARTINEZ: I never!

Jimmy Johnson is in position as Tommy makes the cover.

One… Two… Three.

DING! DING! DING!

JENNY JERSEY: The winners of the match and…. NEEEEEEW Rebel Pro Tag Team Champions… Jim and Tommy…. The Jonas Brothers!

ROB MARTINEZ: I can’t believe this, not even Mikey deserves to be beaten like this.

COREY TAYLOR: Edna, will you autograph your book for me?

ROB MARTINEZ: Zeke gave a valiant effort here, as well as Mikey, but just not enough for the former tag team champions.

COREY TAYLOR: But his mind has to be on his friend Vincent, just as Mikey’s surely is.

ROB MARTINEZ: Now, the match we’ve all been waiting for.

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JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match will take place momentarily, now would be a time for you to go and get any remaining items you
wish to purchase, the 2009 Aerial Assault finals will take place in ten minutes.

The crowd is wild with anticipation, but most do go and get drinks and food. Beside the ring, more technicians are coming down with a series of steel chairs
and other various weapons. A man wearing workman’s gloves begins to wrap the ropes with razor sharp barbed wire on one side as another man does the same
to the opposite side of ropes. Completing the task of wrapping each rope in barbed wire, they begin to wrap each turnbuckle padding in the flesh tearing
material as well, this is going to be one bloody and hellacious match… it is a garantee. All of a sudden, there is a man that walks from the back carrying
a microphone, he is a heavyset man with a walrus mustache, but a happy expression on his face. He brings the microphone up to his mouth as most the fans
sit back down, they have no idea who this man is, but realize his Rebel Pro importance because of his Rebel Pro polo shirt.

“It has been said, over the past couple of weeks, that there isn’t enough of what Rebel Pro used to be. Not enough violence, the cards aren’t booked right,
the matches… predictable.”

The crowd is split half and half, the man looks around.

“I figured it was half and half, some liked it, some hated it, but you all still came and supported Rebel Pro with your hard earned money.”

They cheer wildly at this, they love Rebel Pro.

“Well for all of you nay sayers that say there is no longer any surprises in Rebel Pro, I figured I’d make a little surprise visit. See, I am Larry Gordon.”
The crowd goes completely silent, no one has ever seen him before, this is his first appearance.

“I figured, what better place to make my first appearance than at Aerial Assault and shake things up a bit. Give a little predictability, some unpredictableness.
You all know… something no one thought, something no one saw coming.”

The crowd is still silent.

“I figured I’d make darn sure this match was hardcore.”

Cheers.

“Figured I’d make sure this match was extreme.”

More cheers.

“Figured I’d make this match… unpredictable.”

More cheers.

“Figured I’d make the 2009 Aerial Assault Tournament Finals… interesting.”

More and more cheers.

“Figured… I’d make this match… Rebel Pro!”

Explosion, literally an explosion, the roof may have just blown off. Larry Gordon looks around at the fans of Rebel Pro.

“See, it is you that makes this company who and what it is. It is you that pays the wrestlers in the back. It is you that puts us on the map here in the
south and here recently… globally with the PWA. So… it is you that needs to enjoy yourself.”

The crowd hasn’t died down yet.

“So, one last surprise before I get out of your ring and sit down at the announce table and help your announcers out.”

The crowd goes silent.

“One last surprise, that I’ve only told Rob Martinez this past week.”

Everyone turns to Rob, who looks back expressionless.

“That the guys in the back need to bring out that crate of… ticking time bombs, because when someone lands on them… ka boom! This match will not be
easy, this match will not be for the faint at heart. In fact, if you have young kids, you may want to carry them to the Caliber Room in the main hallway
where a Nintendo WII has been set up, because… this match is going to be bloody, violent, and someone is more than likely going to get hurt.”

They love it, they love it.

“Until next time, enjoy yourselves and next week, make sure to get your tickets for Cage the Rage!… because Rebel Pro… is BACK!”

Oh yeah, they love him, they love this, they love the match, they are going to scream themselves hoarse! Larry sits down beside Rob Martinez and puts on
a headset.

LARRY GORDON: Hello fellers, you ready for some action?

ROB MARTINEZ: Mr. Gordon, it is a pleasure, don’t you think so Corey?

COREY TAYLOR: Um… yeah… sure.

The ring is now completely set up and Jenny Jersey stands back up.

JENNY JERSEY: Now, the moment you’ve all been waiting for, the finals of the 2009 Aerial Assault tournament! Without further adue, the following match is
set for one fall… with… NO time limit!

“The Oddities” hits and from the back, with Shut Down, is The Freak. Freak is wearing a black t-shirt with the words “I Just Got Ravaged!” on the front
and on the back is the cartoon drawing of a hairy cartoon ass with blood dripping from it and a opened jar of KY Jelly beside it. They begin to walk down
to the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing the first finalist, from Anywhere and Everywhere, he stands at five feet seven inches and weighs in at one hundred and eighty
pounds, being accompanied to the ring by his tag team partner Shut Down… THE FREAK!

Freak looks at all of the paraphanelia set up in and around the ring. He slides under the bottom rope, carefully, as his music dies down.

LARRY GORDON: The Freak looks to be determined here.

ROB MARTINEZ: He wants to bring the Aerial Assault Trophy to Rebel Pro and prevent Ravager from being back to back Aerial Assault winner.

COREY TAYLOR: Why don’t you just shut your mouth Rob, Mr. Gordon was trying to speak.

ROB MARTINEZ: Why don’t you bad mouth him now that he is out here?

“Path” hits the speakers as from the back comes the 2008 Aerial Assault winner, Ravager to a mixed reaction; he just stares at the ring and his opponent
inside the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: Representing New Alberta Pro Wrestling, he stands at five feet ten inches and weighs in at two hundred and ten pounds, he is your 2008 Aerial
Assault winner… RAVAGER!

Ravager looks out at the crowd, but quickly turns his attention back to The Freak inside the ring, he slides in under the bottom rope as The Freak backs
up to allow him entrance.

DING DING

The Freak and Ravager circle each other, finally going in for a collar-and-elbow. The larger Ravager backs The Freak into the corner. Knife edge chop! The
Freak fires back with one of his own! The Freak switches places with Ravager then whips him from corner to corner. Ravager reverses into a short-arm clothesline,
ducked by The Freak! The Freak with an Irish whip into the ropes. Ravager flies off of the ropes, The Freak with a drop-down. Ravager hops over him, off
of the other ropes. The Freak with an arm-drag takedown, Ravager immediately back to his feet! Ravager takes The Freak down with a shoulder block! The
Freak kicks up to his feet, collar-and-elbow! Ravager with a side headlock, The Freak reverses into a belly-to-back suplex… Ravager flips out of it! Ravager
with a fist to The Freak. Another. Another! Irish whip off of the ropes. Ravager with a big dropkick that sends The Freak down! He grabs The Freak’s arms
and plants his knee right into the small of The Freak’s back, pulling back on his arms! The Freak is somehow starting to stand up! Ravager stands up too,
keeping the one knee in the back of The Freak, balancing himself with one foot. The Freak springs himself over Ravager! Incredible! Inverted DDT!

LARRY GORDON: Now THAT is why I hired The Freak Show!

ROB MARTINEZ: A very talented young competitor, no doubt.

COREY TAYLOR: Are you forgetting the fact The Freak is going up against Ravager, a wrestler in his prime? The most successful tournament wrestler in the
business today?

The fans are cheering wildly for The Freak who they have come to really appreciate in the past few weeks! He goes to the outside. He throws a chair into
the ring! Another! A third! Now he’s pulling a table from underneath the ring! He slides it in. He slides in a second one! And now a roll of barbed wire
is going into the ring! Not to mention the fact there are BOMBS placed in certain areas of the ring that will go off if enough pressure is applied! The
Freak enters the ring. He looks around at the items then decides it’s not enough. He goes back under the ring and grabs a Singapore cane! Ravager gets
to his feet just in time to feel the cane across the forehead! He falls down to his back. The Freak places a steel chair on top of Ravager. And he goes
up top! Senton onto the chair! NO! Ravager rolls out of the way! Ravager gets to his feet. The Freak gets to his feet, holding his head and neck… right
into a Superkick that sends him flying back!

EXPLOSION!

LARRY GORDON: Oh good God!

ROB MARTINEZ: Quite a violent match stipulation you’ve given us, Mr. Gordon!

COREY TAYLOR: There’s smoke in my eyes! Gordon, what’s the worker’s compensation package I have?

LARRY GORDON: Do you want to keep your job?

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah I do.

LARRY GORDON: There you go.

Smoke shoots up around The Freak as he lands on a specific part of the ring that sets off the C4! Ravager with a cover on the bleeding Freak.

ONE!

TWO!

THR—NO! NO! The Freak kicks out! Ravager quickly picks him up. He’s bringing him up top! He’s going for the Instant Karma! NO! The Freak knees out of it!
The Freak spins around… top-rope cutter! He covers Ravager!

ONE!

TWO!

THR—NO! KICKOUT! The Freak crawls over and grabs a steel chair. Unbeknownst to him, Ravager, though still on the ground, has done the same. The Freak turns
around and swings the steel chair at Ravager but Ravager gets to both knee and blocks it! He swings again, this time Ravager is on one knee and blocks
it! Again… Ravager stands and blocks it! The Freak swings again… Ravager ducks it! Ravager with a shot of his own! The Freak falls back. Ravager lays the
steel chair across his forehead. He’s going up top! HOLY SHIT! The Freak holds the chair up and Ravager FLIES right into it! The Freak and Ravager both
roll to opposite ropes. They use the ropes to pull themselves up as the REBEL Pro fans applaud the opening minutes of this bout!

LARRY GORDON: Listen to these fans! So supportive of our product!

ROB MARTINEZ: Well this match thus far has been worth the price of admission!

COREY TAYLOR: Which reminds me, some young punk tried to make me pay for a ticket! He didn’t recognize me! I want him fired, Gordon!

They run in. Collar-and-elbow! The Freak with a chinlock but Ravager pushes him off of the ropes. Ravager with a back body drop but The Freak lands on his
feet! The Freak rolls Ravager up! But Ravager not only kicks out of it, but rolls through and applies a stepover toehold… he’s going for the facelock,
he’s going for The Garotte! But The Freak crawls towards a steel chair, grabs it… BAM! He nails Ravager with it! Ravager staggers back. The Freak grabs
the Singapore cane. BAM! Ravager falls to the ground! And now he’s finally broken open!

The Freak throws the cane out of the way as Ravager slowly gets to his feet. Headscissors takedown! Off of the ropes… The Freak with a baseball slide dropkick!
Ravager slowly stands. The Freak with a waistlock. Elbow by Ravager. Another! Ravager off of the ropes… right into an arm-drag takedown! Back to his feet…
another arm-drag takedown! The Freak sends Ravager off of the ropes, catches him for some type of shoulder breaker… NO! Ravager reverses into a headscissors!
What a reversal! The Freak back to his feet, Ravager clotheslines him down. Ravager off of the ropes. The Freak ducks a clotheslines. Off of the other
ropes, another clothesline ducked! Ravager with a flying headscissors! The Freak climbs to his feet, beautiful dropkick sends him back down! The Freak
escapes into the corner. Ravager runs in with a high knee strike! The Freak bent forward, holding his face, Ravager pulls his hair and whips him back to
the mat! Ravager goes up top! Top-rope splash! NO! The Freak gets his knees up! The Freak up and onto the turnbuckles as Ravager slowly gets to his feet.
The Freak leaps… Frankensteiner! And a moonsault! COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

The Freak pulls Ravager up, whips him from one corner to the next! Reversed by Ravager! The Freak runs up the turnbuckle and flips behind Ravager! Belly-to-back
suplex backbreaker! The Freak grabs a chair as Ravager struggles to get to his head. The Freak swings it, ducked by Ravager. Ravager with a waistlock.
German suplex! He keeps it connected. A second German suplex! He keeps it connected… a third German… The Freak flips out of it! Waistlock by The Freak.
GERMAN SUPLEX OVER THE TOP-ROPE TO THE OUTSIDE!

LARRY GORDON: Ouch! You can FEEL that one, can’t ya? What a match!

ROB MARTINEZ: It looks like Ravager’s neck took the brunt of that one.

COREY TAYLOR: All I can feel is heartburn from that lasagna your wife made, Rob.

ROB MARTINEZ: You ate my lasagna?

LARRY GORDON: Boys, boys, boys!

The Freak sits in the corner of the ring, trying to regain some energy as Ravager squirms on the floor, holding his neck! He sees Ravager slowly get up.
The Freak off of the ropes… SUICIDE PLANCHA! Their heads BOUNCE off of each other’s! The Freak stands. Blood is flowing from both competitors. He rolls
him into the ring. COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE—NO! NO! KICKOUT!

The Freak sets up a table in the corner of the ring. He picks up Ravager, Irish whip into the table… no! Ravager reverses into a Kata-hajime! INTO A SUPLEX
THROUGH THE TABLE! NO! NO! The Freak lands on his feet. The Freak with a bulldog that takes Ravager down! And an Asai moonsault! He Irish whips Ravager
into the table… NO! NO! This time Ravager gets his KATA-HAJIME SUPLEX THROUGH THE TABLE!

Crawling cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THRE—NO! NO! KICKOUT! Ravager is in disbelief that The Freak kicked out. He picks him up… Last Resort!

EXPLOSION!

Both men are not moving as the C4 takes them BOTH out!

HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

LARRY GORDON: …

ROB MARTINEZ: …

COREY TAYLOR: …damn.

The Freak and Ravager begin pulling themselves up with the rope. Ravager gets up first and runs across the ring, clotheslining his opponent to the outside.
The Freak slowly stands. Ravager with a PESCADO that takes him down! Both men slowly get to their feet. Ravager climbs up onto the apron. Flying spinning
heel kick takes The Freak down! Ravager rolls him into the ring but The Freak fires back with an elbow! Another! Ravager responds with a headbutt that
sends The Freak down to the ground! Ravager onto the ring apron… Diving knee drop! NO! The Freak moves out of the way! Ravager is holding his knee in a
world of hurt. The Freak puts Ravager’s foot in the guard rail. And he grabs a steel chair! He brings it down on the KNEE!

LARRY GORDON: What’s the strategy here, Rob?

ROB MARTINEZ: If The Freak can ground Ravager, he will have limited his arsenal of moves.

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah. And force Ravager to wrestle the shoot-style he is famous for. Real smart, Freak.

AGAIN… NO! Ravager able to kick The Freak in the gut with his free foot. He gets to his feet. He grabs the steel chair from The Freak! Swings it… The Freak
moves out of the way and it hits the guard rail. The Freak with a jumping high kick that sends Ravager down! The Freak pulls a table out of the ring and
sets it up. He puts Ravager on it. The Freak climbs up onto the ring apron and then the turnbuckle… SHOOTING STAR PRESS THROUGH THE TABLE!

REBEL PRO! REBEL PRO! REBEL PRO! REBEL PRO! REBEL PRO!

The move took both men out and it takes The Freak awhile to get to his feet but when he does he is pulling Ravager up with him. He rolls him into the ring.
Cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE! NO! NO!

KICKOUT!

The Freak slowly gets to his feet, pulling Ravager up with him. Roundhouse punch that sends Ravager down.

He goes up top. He gets down, deciding to put a chair on Ravager. He goes up top. Then gets down, opens up a table, puts Ravager on it with the chair on
top. He goes up top again. SENTON! SIGHT UNSEEN!

EXPLOSION!

LARRY GORDON: Geez, how many bombs did they put under the ring?

ROB MARTINEZ: You’d know better than us!

LARRY GORDON: I didn’t specify! Ought-oh!

Both men are out of it in the middle of the ring. It is unclear who took the brunt of the explosion but EMTs are already waiting at the end of the aisle
once a winner is determined! The Freak appears to be the first to stir. He pulls Ravager up but Ravager fires at him with an elbow to the gut. A fist!
A headbutt! An Irish whip off of the ropes… Three-point stance clothesline takes The Freak down! Ravager pulls him up, Irish whip from one corner to the
next! The Freak hits the corner and stumbles forward… right into a running Mongolian chop! Ravager wipes the blood from his eyes. He is going up top! Moonsault
leg drop! COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE—KICKOUT!

Ravager picks The Freak up, snapmares him onto his ass. He runs off of the ropes… dropkick to the back of The Freak’s head! The Freak grabs his neck and
head as Ravager grabs the Sinapore cane. He picks The Freak up. Russian legsweep with the CANE! The Freak is holding his neck. Ravager picks him up, whips
him… Swinging neckbreaker! He grabs The Freak’s arms… CURB STOMP! ANOTHER ONE!

LARRY GORDON: This move is just… cruel!

ROB MARTINEZ: Not the most popular move.

COREY TAYLOR: Oh sure, you guys love tables, chairs, ladders but a guy does a move like that and you cry?

Ravager picks The Freak up. He is bringing him up top! INSTANT KARMA! INSTANT KARMA! The Freak falls lifeless on the mat. Ravager jumps down…

EXPLOSION!

Ravager is sent flying and to the other side of the ring by the force of the C4! Both competitors are lifeless. Slowly, Ravager comes to. He manages to
crawl his way ever so slowly towards The Freak. He drapes an arm…

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

NO!

NO!

THE FREAK KICKS OUT!

Ravager can’t believe his luck. He picks The Freak up. LAST RESORT… NO! The Freak ducks out of it! He grabs Ravager… Inverted Death Valley Driver out of
NOWHERE! The Freak climbs to the outside. He pulls out… OH MY GOD!

LARRY GORDON: Oh boy.

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh boy.

COREY TAYLOR: Oh boy.

He has a gasoline container and a book of matches! He crawls back into the ring. He sets up a table. He wraps the barbed wire around it. He is about to
light it on fire when Ravager spins him around and delivers a T-Bone Suplex to The Freak! The Freak rises to one knee… Ravager with a Shining Wizard! But
The Freak is still on one foot! Ravager grabs a chair… BAM! The Freak falls! Ravager drags him into the middle and covers him!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE—NO! THE FREAK KICKS OUT!

Ravager picks The Freak up. He hoists The Freak up for a power bomb! He’s going to put him THROUGH THE TABLE! The Freak with punches to head of Ravager!
He reverses into a TORNADO DDT onto a CHAIR! The Freak gets to his feet. He retrieves the gas container and the matches! He pours gasoline all over the
table! He lights the match… the TABLE IGNITES!

HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

The Freak brings Ravager up top, but then decides it’s not enough and gets off of the turnbuckle. He goes under the ring… and pulls out a LADDER! He puts
it into the ring and sets it up. Ravager is getting to his feet so The Freak hucks a chair at him and sends him back down. He brings Ravager up the ladder
with him! They get to the top! Ravager springs to life! They are exchanging punches! Ravager with a HEADBUTT! ANOTHER! The Freak is about to fall through
the table but he holds on! The Freak fires back with fists of fury! He hiptosses Ravager off of the TOP OF THE LADDER! But Ravager holds onto his ARM!
BOTH MEN FALL THROUGH THE FLAMING BARBED WIRE TABLE!

EXPLOSION!

HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

The smoke clears and all we can see is both competitors down, both bleeding in various places with ash all over them. The EMTs begin making their way closer
to ringside. Ravager’s neck appears to be at a weird angle. Ever so slowly, as the fans applaud, both men slowly rise to their feet. The Freak steps forward
with a roundhouse punch that Ravager ducks. Ravager with a back suplex! NO! The Freak flips and lands on his feet. Jumping neckbreaker takes Ravager down!
Ravager holding his neck as The Freak goes up top. SIGHT UNSEEN! NO! NO! Ravager rolls out of the way! He uses the ropes to pull himself up, his neck still
at an awkward angle. The Freak slowly gets to his feet… Ravager runs in with a running knee strike! The Freak falls to both knees. Ravager with a Superkick!
Now Ravager runs over The Freak, up onto the turnbuckle, still holding his neck… IMPLODING 450 SENTON! He goes back up top! IMPLODING 450 SPLASH!

EXPLOSION!

The smoke slowly clears and Johnson recognizes that Ravager is still on top of The Freak!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

NO KICKOUT THIS TIME!

RAVAGER HAS DONE IT!

LARRY GORDON: This match was everything I envisioned PLUS SOME!

ROB MARTINEZ: I am stunned that Ravager won BOTH tournaments. He defeated 16 men last year and 16 men this year… an INCREDIBLE feat!

COREY TAYLOR: Yes, an incredible feat, also a feat that netted me $2,000 big ones! Thank you, shady Mafia man I met at the pork store! Oh, and Ravager.
Dale McDonald tries to help Ravager to his feet but he waives him away. EMT officials walk over to both competitors. Ravager pulls himself to his feet,
waiving them away. The Freak does the same! The Freak slowly stands, earning generous applause from the REBEL crowd. He acknowledges them. Shut Down runs
down to the ring and holds up his tag team partner. He guides The Freak out of the ring but The Freak turns around. He walks over to Ravager. They shake
hands and exchange brief words!

LARRY GORDON: It’s hard not to respect your opponent after a match like this!

ROB MARTINEZ: Indeed.

Shut Down helps The Freak out of the ring. The EMTs are still talking to Ravager, pointing to his neck and the stretcher they have with them, but he waives
them away. He stumbles towards the center of the ring where Gordon is standing with the Aerial Assault 2009 Trophy, it is a gold plated wrestling ring.
LARRY GORDON: Fans, we have seen one hell of a match here tonight!

The crowd is still on their feet.

LARRY GORDON: Ravager, last year you didn’t get your trophy, you didn’t get your recognition. But also, I was not the owner last year, so, for your winning
of the 2009 Aerial Assault tournament, here is your trophy. I will be sending you the trophy you should have received last year in the next few days.

He hands it to him to generous applause from the REBEL Fans! Ravager nods to Gordon and to the crowd. A brazen EMT official tries to touch Ravager’s shoulder
but he pushes him away! Ravager gets out of the ring where he is met by Chris Kamikaze and Johnny the Mormon Love Machine. They try to help him down the
aisle but he shakes his head no.

Trophy in hand, Ravager is walking out by himself!

LARRY GORDON: I really wish he’d let the EMTs put him on a stretcher!

ROB MARTINEZ: He walked into REBEL alone. He wants to walk out of REBEL alone.

COREY TAYLOR: You know, it just dawned on me that we’ve hosted two tournaments and our guys have won neither of them. Maybe it’s time we rig them, no?

Instead of the usual ‘REBEL PRO!’ chant or ‘THANK YOU!’ following an incredible match, the fans are doing nothing except generously applauding both The
Freak and Ravager and the incredible match and tournament they competed in!

LARRY GORDON: Tomorrow there will be a special announcement posted on the website, that you can only hear about on Rebel-Pro.com.

ROB MARTINEZ: So long from the Rebel Arena.

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Credits:

Ravager vs The Freak-MJ

Chad Kurtis vs Vincent Black-Vossman

Jonas Brothers vs FTC-Bean

Derrick Daze vs Shut Down-Kent

Justin Tyme vs Sam Skull-Kurtis

Mack/Assman vs S.O.D. vs CamaLoss-Bean

Underground
07-25-09

***DVD Exclusive***

In good ol’ state of South Carolina, new day arise as the sun rises, beautifully in the skies. Similar to as last night, the champ gets his hands raise
once more, as he successfully defended his gold. But all the goods may sound sweet, until one is still lurking head on with possibly the greatest REBEL
Champ, ever! Jer$ey and Mack once good friends, which grew up from the same streets, went to the same schools, play on the same sports team and even same
faction in the NAPW/REBEL Wrestling. Until, jealousy and the lack of big movements accords.

Jer$ey and Mack are now enemies. Perhaps the biggest rivalry in either two careers. With being big enemies against once another, and with FTC standing practically
over the entire REBEL Locker room waiting to strike. What will happen next? Only time will tell.

—Scene Opens—

At Mack’s crib, back in Lamar, SC. He wakes up from a long nap, to smell Grandma homemade fried chicken, white rice, green peas, macaroni -n- cheese and
butter rolls.

Mack:: MMM…mmm…mmm! Smells good in here Granny.

Grandma:: I know it does baby, granny can throw down, like the champ!

Mack:: In fact you can throw down, better than the champ!

Grandma:: Dear, now your wrestling skills are way better than my cooking skills.

Mack:: I wish. But it’ll never be as close. To be honest you can’t even compare the two. It’s nothing in common.

Grandma:: You got that right.

Mack:: So what are you doing today?

Grandma:: I don’t know baby. Maybe go out pick a few tomatoes, peppers and some okras from the garden. Then maybe sew a few quilts.

Mack:: Oh ok, you better wait until it get a little cooler outside, that sun will knock you out.

Grandma:: I got this. I been doing this before you were born. So calm down. Why were you asking what I’m doing today?

Mack:: No big reason. Just asking.

Grandma:: Where is your buddy? I’m surprise you is not, out and about with him.

Mack:: Who?

Grandma:: Oh you know. He’s one of my favorites.

Mack:: Jer$ey!?

Grandma:: Oh yeah! How he’s doing? I haven’t seen him in a while.

Mack:: I guess he’s ok.

Grandma:: What you mean, you guess? You are suppose to know. Ya’ll be friends since like… forever!

Mack:: Yeah you’re right, but a few things went down and I mean we really not cool anymore.

Grandma:: Are you serious! What happen? You know you have to tell me. The two of ya’ll are larger than that ol’ Hulk Hogan and Macho Man. Didn’t think I
know them huh? I use to date Macho Man, a long time ago. In fact, I gave him that name.

Mack:: Seriously!?

Grandma:: No! You know Granny had to sneak one in. But go on ahead and tell me what happen between ya’ll two.

Mack:: Well before everything turned chaotic, me and Jer$ey basically led a dynasty stable in the wrestling business. Until one day, one of the boys stabbed
us in the back.

Grandma:: WHO STABBED MY BABY!!!???

Mack:: No no, not that kind of stab, Granny. I meant like betrayed us.

Grandma:: Oh, they don’t want me to pull out my switch.

Mack:: And the guy betrayed us and join forces with one our rivals. So me and Jer$ey was like, “Ok”! We have to bounce back and try to get things going
again. Because don’t get me wrong the guy who left us, was one tough individual. And with his departure, really took a toll on us. So I guess, all that
really stress Jer$ey out. Because the simple fact he hired such a good talent to only turn the good into bad. And it was hard for him to find a replacement.
So I told him, not to worry about it. Things can only get better. So I guess in his opinion, trying to screw me over was the way of him getting things
done in a good way.

Mack:: But I didn’t allow it, I cost him his lost at the last show.

Grandma:: And what he tried to do?

Mack:: Try to make me lose my precious title, but it didn’t go down the way he planned. And that’s what his ass gets.

Grandma:: Watch your mouth. But I think ya’ll need to work things out.

Mack:: Oh no! That will not happen. May never happen til the day, that I die.

Grandma:: Mack you shouldn’t say harsh things like that. Jer$ey was a good man. You are too. The two of ya’ll is a good combo.

Mack:: Granny, read my lips. Jer$ey and I are like the days on the calendar. It can’t not be repeated. Which means, the two of us will never become friends
again.

Grandma:: Mack, just go think about it. Seriously.

Mack:: (Shakes his head) You just don’t understand. I’m out of here.

—Mack rushes out the door

Grandma:: Mack, wait! Come back here, baby.

—Mack sits outside near the picnic table, as he reminisce about things that happened in the past. As he speaks to himself.

Mack:: Things will never be the same. Jer$ey and I were indeed homeboys. But all that sh*t crashed. Never again will I accompany him. Never again shall
I hold his back up after every downfall. I am the champ, if anybody needs to be holding backs around here. He shall be holding my back up. I’ve been the
champ since May 5th. Which basically means, I outlasted the supposedly top dog of the Young Money club. To bad, Young Money is around anymore. Which basically
means, peace into the Wrestling World. I’m not going to front, Young Money is an alright group of talents. But with Jer$ey yapping his mouth about this
and that, championships was just falling of his waist side. Quite frankly, he talked to damn much instead of showing his true side.

Mack:: Rumor has it, that Jer$ey has found a new buddy. Possible partner in crime. I wonder how long he too, will decide that Jer$ey isn’t no good!

Mack:: But it’s all good. Because Mack, is living life to the maximum fullest. Being a real good champ, feels too good. Something Jer$ey can never say.
I thanks the lord every night and day, for the wonderful joy he brings me. Once again, I’m still the REBEL World Champ. The top man in the business. And
every title defense will only make become just a much greater champ, than any other star who raised the title before me.

—Mack hops off of the picnic table and headed, towards his Chevy Tahoe, as the scene fades.

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JENNY JERSEY: The following match is the first of two matches to determine the finalists to crown a new #1 Contender Cup holder.

“Teeth Like Gods Shoeshine” by Modest Mouse hits the speakers as from the back walks a paranoid Spyke Gein in his first singles match here in Rebel Pro.
JENNY JERSEY: From Overlandpark Kansas, he stands at five feet eight inches and weighs in at one hundred and ninety pounds… SPYKE GEIN!

Spyke walks down to the ring, making sure to stay away from the crowd and slides into the ring.

“Esscence of Wounds” by Lamented Souls replaces the music in the speakers as Derrick Daze walks from the back to a mixed reaction from the crowd.

JENNY JERSEY: From Jefferson City Missouri, he stands at five feet ten inches and weighs in at one hundred and eighty-five pounds… DERRICK DAZE!

Daze walks up the steps and ducks under the top rope into the ring.

DING DING

Spyke and Derrick lock up in the center of the ring, neither man backing down and both men with something to prove here and hopefully move on to the next
match and win the Contender’s Cup. Daze goes behind Gein with a hammerlock, shoving Gein forward into the ropes, he drops the hammerlock to whip Spyke
into the ropes, Clothesline takes Spyke down to the canvas, a boot stomp to his chest pushes him back down. Daze with a leaping leg drop across Spyke’s
throat, he is up quickly pulling Spyke up to his feet. Derrick with a right hand to Spyke’s face and a chop for good measure. Daze hooks the head, over
the head suplex, but Spyke cunters in mid-air with an inverted DDT, he hooks the leg.

One… Two… T–Derrick gets a shoulder up in time, having been caught by surprise. Spyke licks Daze on the forehead before throwing him into the corner,
following in with a running forearm. Daze is bent over backwards from the impact.

ROB MARTINEZ: Gein with a flurry of offense now.

COREY TAYLOR: Of course, Johnny has taught him every thing he knows.

Spyke tries to headbutt Daze in the nose, but Daze manages a fist into his kidneys to stop his attack, Daze climbs yup the turnbuckle backwards, flipping
over Spyke with a sunset flip and a cover.

One… Two… Thr–An almost three on the surprised Spyke Gein.

ROB MARTINEZ: Close call for Spyke there.

COREY TAYLOR: But enough to kick out.

Spike up, Daze up, they meet with fists near the center of the ring, both men trading big blows, but neither going down easily. In fact, neither man going
down at all. The sound of their closed fists smacking into flesh is loud in the building, Spyke goes to throw a punch, but it is a fake, he boots Daze
in the midsection and sets him up for a DDT. Dazeback drops Spyke over into a bridging pin and holds the leg.

One… Two… Thrhee.

DING! DING! DING!

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match and advancing to next week to compete for the #1 Contender’s Cup… Derrick Daze!

ROB MARTINEZ: Daze surprised Spyke there.

COREY TAYLOR: Dirty sneaking thief that he is.

ROB MARTINEZ: Now to our next match for Daze’s opponent for next week.

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JENNY JERSEY: The following match is set for one fall and will determine the superstar to face Derrick Daze for the right to hold the Rebel Pro #1 Contender
Cup.

“The Oddities” by ICP hit the speakers as the biggest man in Rebel Pro walks through the curtain to a mixed reaction from the crowd. He is carrying a bag
of something in his hands.

JENNY JERSEY: From anywhere and everywhere, he stands at seven feet two inches and weighs in at three hundred and fifty pounds… SHUT DOWN!

He begins to hand out naked Barbie dolls that appear to be wearing La Reina de los Mariposas masks and are glued seductively to a part of the naked Shut
Down doll’s anatomy. The crowd gasps, but the guys laugh and hold their hand out for a set of these, they must be collectors or something.

ROB MARTINEZ: This is not right, hilarious, but not right.

COREY TAYLOR: Wave your hand Rob, I want one of those dolls.

Shut Down hands one to Corey Taylor and to Jenny, who blushes spectaculurly, before he climbs into the ring.

“Ghost” by Tupac hits the speakers and from the back to… crickets? Anyways here comes Prime Tyme, in the ring Shut Down is laughing at his lack of reaction,
Corey Taylor is seen making the dolls do things and laughing as well.

JENNY JERSEY: From Four Oaks North Carolina, he stands at five feet eight inches and weighs in at one hundred and thirty-four pounds… PRIME TYME!

He tries to slap the hands of the fans, but only the most devoted stick their hands out, he slides in under the bottom rope to look up at the monstorous
Shut Down.

“Baila Cassanova” by Paulina Rubio hits the speakers as from the back comes El Rey de Corazones with his beautiful sister, La Reina de los Mariposas to
a big pop.

JENNY JERSEY: From Villahermosa, Tobasco, Mexico he stands at six feet four inches and weighs in at two hundred and forty-five pounds; tonight he is accompanied
by his sister LA REINA DE LOS MARIPOSAS… EL REY DE CORAZONES!

El Rey slaps the hands of the fans as Mariposas notices the dolls for the first time, her body language changes immediately as she looks at Shut Down who
is pointing and gesturing seductively towards her.

DING DING

El Rey and Prime Tyme stare up at perhaps the biggest man in Rebel Pro, Shut Down, who looks down at his two opponents. Prime Tyme and El Rey dive at Shut
Down, who swats them away like a fly and they fall back. El Rey up quicker than Prime Tyme though and charges at Shut Down with a toe kick to his knee,
he is unable to keep standing. El Rey hooks his head and Prime Tyme is there, they go for a double vertical suplex, but Shut Down lifts them both easily
into the air, he turns and slams them down to the canvas where they bounce high on the mat. He merely laughs at their attempts to beat him. Shut Down picks
up one of the discarded nude Mariposas dolls to wave it in her face before giving a very good imitation of the Assman wiggle towards her. Mariposas jumps
up on the apron and Shut Down goes to give her a kiss when she lashes out with a vicious right hand causing Shut Down to fall back in surprise. El Rey
with a roll up.

One… Shut Down kicks out easily and is now visibly ticked off. He shoves El Rey out of the way to get to Mariposas, Prime Tyme with a dropkick to his
knee stops him from reaching the beautiful young lady and she hops down to the floor, her job having been accomplished. Shut Down looks down at his knee
then to Prime Tyme who springs with a right hand to Shut Down’s face. Prime Tyme with a springboard dropkick as El Rey with a springboard dropkick of his
own sends Shut Down to a kneeling position.

ROB MARTINEZ: Prime Tyme and El Rey working well together.

COREY TAYLOR: For now.

Prime Tyme hits the ropes to rebound and he flies through the air, in a seated position going through the ropes which drives Shut Down’s neck across the
top rope. As Shut Down bounces up from the blow, El Rey is there with a dropkick to the side of his face and Shut Down is on the mat where El Rey makes
a cover.

One… Two… Th–Prime Tyme pulls El Rey off of the pin and makes the cover himself, but El Rey will not allow it and these two men begin to trade punches
as Shut Down rolls out of the ring.

COREY TAYLOR: Told you Rob.

ROB MARTINEZ: Maybe you were right, there is no teamwork in a triple threat nor in a rumble type match.

El Rey with a big right hand, Prime Tyme catches the wrist, El Rey springs up and over Prime Tyme flipping him over to land on the canvas. El Rey wraps
the arm around his leg and falls back extending the elbow in a painful position, but Prime Tyme will not submit as Dale McDonald gets in his face to inquire.
El Rey pulls the new comer up to his feet backing him into the corner, El Rey climbs up, hurricanrana sends Prime Tyme to the middle of the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: Impressive move there from El Rey.

El Rey runs, jumping over Prime Tyme, scales the other corner and lands a beautiful back flip onto Prime Tyme and hooks the leg.

One… Two… Prime Tyme kicks out

El Rey pulls Prime Tyme back up to his feet and lifts him to a seated position on the top rope facing inside the ring. El Rey hooks him for a top rope superplex
and they are in the air, flipping? Somehow Prime Tyme manages to block the move and both men land on their necks in the middle of the ring. El Rey managed
to land in a pinning predicament and here is the count.

One… Two… Shut Down breaks the pin, he picks Prime Tyme up and nails the Shake Machine on him. He looks over to El Rey and lifts him up as well, Shake
Machine to El Rey, he makes the cover on both men by placing a boot on both of their throats.

One…

Shut Down flexes his muscles at Mariposas.

Two…

He puts his hands in a certain gesture to her as the referee counts.

Three.

DING! DING! DING!

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match and facing Derrick Daze for the #1 Contender cup… Shut Down!

COREY TAYLOR: The other two never stood a chance.

ROB MARTINEZ: He is big, he is strong, is he unstoppable?

COREY TAYLOR: Yep, he sure is unstoppable.

ROB MARTINEZ: Now we go on to watch a member of FTC go up against Derek Stephen Taylor, can Cuzin’ Zeke get the job done… let’s find out.

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JENNY JERSEY: The following singles match is set for one fall with a fifteen minute time limit.

“Shadow of the Season” plays, and the fans boo as the next match is about to begin.

JENNY JERSEY: This match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, accompanied by Fantastic Andy Strickland; from London, England, weighing two hundred
and thirty five pounds: Derek Stephen Taylor!

The REBEL fans don’t take well to the blue blood, with his fancy robe and such. DST has an arrogant smirk on his face as the fans boo him. He knows he can
buy and sell them, and if it came down to it, he could beat the Holy Hell out of any of them too. “The Beverly Hillbillies” theme takes over the speakers,
and there are more boos, but the reception isn’t 100% negative for DST’s opponent.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent! From Turkey Cross, Kentucky, weighing two hundred and sixty three pounds: Cuzin Zeke!

Zeke steps through the ropes and sizes up his opponent. DST stands center ring as referee Jimmy Johnson calls for the bell. Taylor gives Zeke a hard slap
across the face, just to set the tone early on. Zeke responds with a hard right hand, which gets a cheer, but the fans are still not sure how they feel
about him. Taylor tries to go for an arm bar, but Zeke knees the Brit in the gut, then hip tosses him to the mat. He drops an elbow across Taylor’s chest,
then goes for a quick cover. Taylor kicks out before even a one count. Zeke is to his feet first, and he stomps the blue blood several times, then lays
in with forearm smashes to the back of the head and neck. Taylor escapes out of the ring to the floor, but Zeke is quick to follow. He grabs Taylor and
whips him into the guard rail… Taylor reverses! Zeke is momentarily stunned, and Taylor follows up with a European Uppercut. He rolls Zeke back into
the ring, then slides in, and locks on a rear chinlock. The REBEL fans want more violence than this, but Taylor just smirks as he wrestles his own match,
and plays by his own rules. Zeke starts to power out of the hold, then makes it to his feet, while Taylor tries to keep a grip on the chinlock… Zeke
with a mule kick, and Taylor releases the hold! He follows up with a clothesline, and DST goes down! And now He grabs his slop bucket from the corner,
and waits for Taylor to get to his feet. DST has his back to Zeke, and doesn’t know as he turns around…

ROB MARTINEZ: I’m surprised to hear some cheers for Zeke here.

COREY TAYLOR: They are probably just his family, most of the people in these parts are related.

CRACK! Zeke brings the bucket down hard over the head of Taylor, and the fans certainly appreciate that. Zeke goes for a cover! One… two… Taylor gets
a foot on the bottom rope.

ROB MARTINEZ: Close call there.

COREY TAYLOR: Hard to know who is going to pull out a victory here.

He rolls onto his side, and we can see he’s been busted open. Zeke drags Taylor up, and whips him to the ropes. Taylor rebounds into a massive spinebuster
from Zeke! Taylor planted into the mat, and Zeke hooks the leg for a cover! One… two… Fantastic Andy is on the ring apron, and Johnson goes to shoo
him away. Zeke is up, and he grabs Andy by the lapels and rears back to deck him…

ROB MARTINEZ: Andy shouldn’t have been there.

COREY TAYLOR: Zeke shouldn’t manhandle someone of Andy’s position either!

ROB MARTINEZ: Don’t play with matches unless you want to get burned.

COREY TAYLOR: Who has matches? I see no stinking matches.

Taylor with a low blow, and Zeke releases Andy! Andy hands Taylor a chair, and DST brings it down across the back of his opponent! Taylor, a bloody and
battered mess having to change the rules in order to survive. He brings the chair up, ready to slam it over Zeke’s head… Zeke blocks it, boots Taylor
in the gut, then DESTROYS the chair over DST’s head! Taylor stumbles forward, and Zeke sets him up for a piledriver! Drives him into the mat! And now Zeke
goes to the top rope… MUDPUDDLE!! He covers! One… two…

Zeke pulls Taylor up off the mat! The fans boo, Johnson yells at him for not finishing things, but Zeke has something on his mind, as he climbs to the top
rope again, and delivers ANOTHER Mudpuddle! He covers, and Johnson counts

ONE… TWO… THREE!!

JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner: CUZIN ZEKE!!

The reaction is still mixed for Zeke, but after this match, the boos are stronger. Zeke, however, is happy to get the win.

COREY TAYLOR: Zeke finally showing what it takes to be a big star here in Rebel Pro.

ROB MARTINEZ: He had the win but pulled Taylor up for another mudpuddle.

COREY TAYLOR: Exactly, wanted to make sure he had put him away.

ROB MARTINEZ: Now we move on to the tag te… who is that?

“Unstoppable” by E.S. Posthumus hit the speakers and a man emerged from the back which the Rebel Pro fans had never seen before. His head is shaved bald
and his eyes seem hollow and empty. They also seem volatile. Wearing a brown leather jacket over the top of a black t-shirt featuring a white skulll, with
a jagged tooth jaw, the man pops his collar as he looks out over the fans. He has a microphone in his hand and makes a cutthroat gesture, advising the
technicians to cut his music.

MAN: People often say to me, “Sam, whaddaya think the problem with professional wrestling is today? Where do you think it all went wrong?” I’ve been wrestlin’
in Japan for six years. Japan was the place where I learnt my craft. Honed my craft. Understood what it means to be a professional wrestler.

The man, who called himself “Sam”, runs his hand down the length of his face before continuing his speech.

SAM: Some people think that question is tough to answer. What IS…. the problem with professional wrestling in today’s day and age? What IS the problem
with professional wrestling in the United States of America? Well… the answer ain’t so difficult at all. Because it’s really quite simple. Matter of
fact… it’s elementary. Because the problem with professional wrestling America today is this…

He smirks a sadistic smirk across his face and slowly but surely extends his hand out, pointing at the fans and moving 180 degrees, just so they all feel
like they’ve been singled out.

SAM: The problem… is… YOU! The fans! The problem with pro-wrestling is the bookers stopped listening to their brains and started listening to the “masses”
who foot the bill for their over priced buffoonery and wicked high spots. Sure… you sheep might bleet to the tune of a thousand fluorescent light bulbs
being smashed over the heads of people depicting the term “professional wrestler”… but there’s nothin’ “professional” about spillin’ your blood so inept,
mindless zombies like you can cheer to your stupid throats get hoarse.

The fans began to boo this stranger standing on the stage, but it did not deter him. It seemed to burn the anger within brighter and he continues with his
rant.

SAM: The man you’re looking at on this stage, here at Rebel Pro, is the man who is going to change the face of professional wrestling. Single-handedly…
I’m going to show these one-trick ponies… these high-spot hacks… these grinder monkeys… what it means to be a professional wrestler. I’m going to
bring some credibility back to this wrestling-god forsaken country. My name is Sam Skull. There’s no need for me to tell you to remember my name… because
my actions speak louder than my words. I’m not just a man. I’m a God… damned… wrestling… LEGACY!

Sam Skull rose both of his fists high above his head as E.S. Posthumus hit the speakers again. Those fists lowered as a sick smile formed on his face. Skull
turns his back on the fans heading to the back, satisfied that his message had been delivered to the Rebel Pro roster and management alike.

ROB MARTINEZ: Big words from Sam Skull, can he back them up?

COREY TAYLOR: Of course he can.

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JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following match is set for one fall with a twenty minute time limit.

“Cyberwats” hits the speakers as from the back to crickets chirping is, Devastation and Kayoken, Sons of Destruction.

JENNY JERSEY: At a total combined weight of five hundred and seventy pounds… DEVASTATION and KAYOKEN SHIRO… THE SONS OF DESTRUCTION!

These two men do not seemed to be letting the silence bother them as they walk into the ring to wait on the Jonas Brothers.

“Everyone I Went To High School With Is Dead” hits the speakers as from the back comes Jim and Tommy Jonas accompanied by Edna Glickman to a mixed reaction.
JENNY JERSEY: At a total combined weight of four hundred and sixty-six pounds, being accompanied by Edna Glickman, JIM and TOMMY, THE JONAS BROTHERS!

They climb into the ring and face Sons of Destruction.

DING DING

Kayoken and Tommy start off the match with the traditional collar and elbow tie up, but Tommy with a a brass knuckled punch to the skull of Kayoken sends
him falling backwards, Tommy with another quick punch sends Kayoken down to the mat. He pulls the still new Rebel Pro wrestler up to his feet whipping
him towards his brother Jim and they make a tag. Jim comes in, taking the wristlock from Tommy, to boot Kayoken in the midsection and he delivers an elbow
drop onto Kayoken’s shoulder for good measure. Jim takes the brass knuckles from his brother, vicious right hand into Kayoken’s temple busting him open
with the force of the blow. He sits him up on the top turnbuckle, tagging in his brother, Tommy climbs to the top, leaping to bring Kayoken down with a
hurricanrana. He quickly drags Kayoken back to their corner to tag in Jim Jonas. Jim comes in, abdominal stretch on Kayoken, who is in a world of hurt,
he tags in Tommy who leaps with a dropkick into the stretched ribs of Kayoken.

ROB MARTINEZ: Kayoken is in a world of hurt here.

COREY TAYLOR: Total domination by the Jonas Brothers.

Devastation has had enough as he roars in with a forearm smash breaking Jim’s grip on Kayoken. Devastation with a big right hand to Tommy sends him going
over the top rope backwards. Devastation grabs Jim around the throat, chokeslam to the canvas. He lifts Kayoken up to lay him down in their corner before
turning back to Jim and Tommy Jonas. Jim is getting back up, right hand to Devastation’s ribs, Tommy flies from the top turnbuckle with a chair, cracking
Devastation over the head with the steel chair. Devastation laughs at Tommy, who gulps and looks to his brother. Double head cracker as Devastation slams
the Jonas Brothers’ heads together, they fall down to the mat. Double chokeslam sends them down to the canvas and he steps on Jim’s chest.

One… Two… Jim manages to kick out barely in time.

ROB MARTINEZ: Total domination by Devastation here in the match.

COREY TAYLOR: Look at the size of him, and he has to pick on Jim and Tommy like that.

Jim rolls out of the ring to collect his bearings as Tommy is left in the ring, and Tommy is picked up by the big Devastation. He lifts Tommy up for a big
powerbomb in the center of the ring, but Edna Glickman is waving… her bra? Edna has taken off her bra and is waving it in the face of the big Devastation
to grab his attention; her chest is just flopping around in her loose fitting shirt and Rob Martinez looks like he is going to be sick on the announce
table. Devastation begins to cough and gag as he lowers Tommy to the canvas, he turns for the ropes, Jim with a swinging fire extinguisher takes him off
his feet with a loud resounding thunk. Devastation falls into a swinging neckbreaker from Tommy Jonas, but he can’t quite finish off the move. Kayoken
rushes in, having regained his senses, Edna shoves a pair of her panties in his mouth? Kayoken throws up on Tommy, who nails a right hand. Kayoken is throwing
up again, swinging neckbreaker as puke flies in an arch to splatter on the canvas. The panties are still in his mouth as Tommy steps on his chest to make
a cover.

One… Two… Three.

DING! DING! DING!

JENNY JERSEY: Winners of the match… Jim… and… Tommy… Jonas…

Rob and Corey are both gagging at the announce table so there is no commentary about the ending of the match. Tommy bends down to put the panties into his
tights and walks away nonchalantly.

We take a brief intermission as the ring crew comes to change the canvas to a clean and fresher looking one; at least there is no puke on it.

ROB MARTINEZ: Folks we are back and next up… whew, we have the match between Mike “Assman” Trey and Mikey Massacre.

COREY TAYLOR: Should be very interesting to see how long Mikey allows Mike to remain in the match.

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JENNY JERSEY: The following match will be held under Assman rules. This means there will be the possibility of being disqualified, there will be a ten
count both inside the ring and outside the ring. Introducing first…

“Heavy Metal Machine” hits the speakers and the crowd’s reaction is not a welcoming one as they raise the roof with boos and jeers. Mikey Massacre walks
from the back, shooting the crowd a double bird.

JENNY JERSEY: From Albuquerque New Mexico, he stands at six feet and weighs in at two hundred and thirty-five pounds, he is one half of the Rebel Pro Tag
Team Champions and FTC member… MIKEY MASSACRE!

Mikey climbs into the ring as the music dies away.

“Why Don’t We Do It In The Road” comes to life and the boos immediately change to cheers as from the back runs Mike “Assman” Trey, slapping the hands of
the fans. He is wearing his trademark black t-shirt, but this time with the words “I’m The Assman”. He removes the shirt throwing it to a lucky lady at
ringside.

JENNY JERSEY: From Manchester England, he stands at six feet one inch and weighs in at two hundred and thirty pounds… MIKE “ASSMAN” TREY!

Mike slides into the ring, he faces Mikey, he is ready to go and the crowd knows it.

DING DING

Referee Jimmy Johnson explains the rules to each man in this match before backing out of their way. Mikey and Mike circle each other in the middle of the
ring, both looking for a weakness on the other, both looking to strike first; Jimmy Johnson stands back to wait. Lock up, Mikey pushes back on Mike, but
Trey drops the lock up for an arm drag, Mikey down to the canvas; Mike backs up away from Massacre. Mikey gets up, livid at being humiliated and charges
at Trey, Japanese arm drag sends Mikey up and over with a Japanese arm drag; Trey laughs as he stands back up.

ROB MARTINEZ: Mikey being taunted here by Assman.

COREY TAYLOR: He is laughing now, but will he be at the end of the match?

They go for another collar and elbow tie up, but Mikey dives at the last second for a shoulder block into Trey’s midsection, swinging neckbreaker sends
Trey down to the canvas. Mikey up quickly with a leg drop across Trey’s throat, but Trey out of the way quickly enough to avoid the leg. Assman is up,
but Mikey with a sideheadlock on the Assman of Rebel Pro. Mikey with a few stiff punches into Trey’s face, but Jimmy warns him about the closed fists;
Mikey shoots Jimmy a bird for his information. Mike lifts Mikey up and drops him with an atomic drop, followed by a running bulldog to the canvas.

ROB MARTINEZ: Assman using one of Mikey’s favorite moves there.

COREY TAYLOR: The thief.

Mike lifts Mikey up in a fireman’s carry position and flips him over his head for a Samoan driver, but Mikey pushes himself to flip faster countering with
a three quarter facelock into a stunner. Assman falls back holding at his throat as Massacre holds the ankle of Trey, driving a knee into Trey’s knee.
Mikey is taunting Trey as he grinds in an ankle lock on his ankle and his knee into Trey’s knee. Trey sits up, but Mikey falls back still with the anklelock,
but with an added hyperextension of Trey’s left knee; Trey falls back to the canvas groaning in pain. Massacre sits back up to fall backwards when Trey
catches his chest with a slap, then catching his ankle with a front anklelock. Mikey drops his anklelock, Trey drops his, Massacre is up to his feet, but
Trey is wobbling slightly on his now injured leg. Massacre comes running with a clothesline, Trey with a drop toe hold sends Mikey’s face into the middle
turnbuckle padding. Trey gets back up, pulling Massacre back up to his feet, shoving him backwards into the corner, chop, chop, forearm, and another chop;
the crowd is going wild. Trey climbs up, monkey flip sends Mikey across the ring to slide on his back. Massacre sits up, turning to get up to meet Trey
head on, Mike there with a right forearm sending Mikey backwards into the corner, another right forearm has him firmly in the corner. Massacre with a thumb
to the eyes draws the boos of the crowd and Jimmy’s attention as he warns Mikey that things like that aren’t legal in this match.

ROB MARTINEZ: There Mikey goes again with his cheating.

COREY TAYLOR: What are you talking about, I didn’t see anything.

Massacre with a European uppercut and he tosses Trey into the corner. Mikey climbs up and kisses his right hand before throwing the first punch. Trey shoves
Massacre backwards preventing the first of what surely was ten punches. Trey wipes at his eyes before walking over to the now standing Mikey Massacre,
Mikey with a go behind into a rear waistlock, German suplex. Trey’s head snaps on the canvas, Mikey rolls up for another, Trey’s head slams into the canvas
a second time, Mikey rolls up for a third one; Trey drops down to a seated position bringing Massacre’s chin down on top of his head. Mikey drops the rear
waistlock in favor of holding his chin trying to rub away the pain. Trey shakes his head to clear the cobwebs as he walks towards Mikey Massacre. He boots
Mikey in the midsection, hooks the leg and head, fisherman’s suplex into a pin.

One… Two… Mikey kicks out just as Vincent Black and Cuzin’ Zeke come rushing out from the back. Trey gets up to meet them head on.

ROB MARTINEZ: What are they doing out here.

COREY TAYLOR: Protecting their interest.

Mikey rolls Trey up for a pin.

One… Two.. He manages to kick out as Jimmy’s hand nearly slaps the three. Mikey gets up to wave Black and Zeke away when there is another surprise roll
up for a pin.

One… Two… Th–Mikey kicks out wildly preventing the Assman win. Black and Zeke come closer, Jimmy is forced to eye them, Mikey digs his thumbs into
Trey’s eyes to blind him. Massacre hooks him in a front facelock, hooks the leg, swinging fisherman’s suplex. Mikey rolls over, releasing the finish of
the move to drop a knee across Trey’s elbow. Black and Zeke walk back up the aisle and into the back to let Mikey do his thing.

ROB MARTINEZ: Glad to see they left.

COREY TAYLOR: You are just intimidated by their talent.

Mikey pulls Trey back up to his feet, shoving him backwards into the corner where he lifts him to the top turnbuckle. Mikey follows him up, hooking him
in a front facelock and draping his arm over his neck. Mikey lifts, but Trey hooks his feet under the ring bolt, Massacre lifts again, but again Trey blocks
the superplex attempt. Mikey with a forearm shot, but Trey blocks it, Trey with a right hand, Mikey blocks it. Mikey with a right, Trey with a right, these
two are brawling on the top turnbuckle. Mikey slips after Trey’s right hand connects with his temple, Trey shoves him backwards. Massacre stumbles as he
lands, Trey dives flipping over Massacre and catching him with a neckbreaker as he flips over him. The crowd explodes, but both men are down on the canvas.
Jimmy Johnson begins his count in this “Assman Rules” match.

One. Two. Three. Four. Five.

The crowd is getting behind Assman, trying to give him enough cheering to get him up.

Six.

He is moving, but can he get up?

Seven.

Mike is on the bottom rope, but Mikey is on the bottom rope as well.

Eight.

Trey on the middle rope reaching for the top, but Massacre is doing the exact same thing.

Nine…

Both men are up, they charge at each other.

ROB MARTINEZ: Almost a no contest there.

COREY TAYLOR: Massacre would have beaten the count easily.

Double clothesline sends both men back down to the canvas, the crowd is chanting.

“We love Assman” (clap, clap, clap clap clap) “We love Assman” (clap, clap, clap clap clap)

ROB MARTINEZ: The crowd behind Assman here as he is back up to his feet.

COREY TAYLOR: But Mikey is also back up.

Mikey with a high knee lift, but Mike catches the leg, spins around and plants Mikey to the mat with a desperation spinebuster, but Mikey is too near the
ropes for a pin. Mike pulls Massacre out from the ropes,and wraps the leg, Assman is going for the figure four leglock. Massacre tries to stop it, but
Trey falls back, Massacre sits up, grunting fromthe pain. He is trying to reach Trey to punch, claw, or do whatever to break the hold, but Trey is laying
back, putting pressure on that knee. Massacre rolls to the left, almost got it… rolls quickly to the right, again almost has it flipped over… quick
roll to the left and the momentum sends him rolling over to flip the figure fourr’s pain to Trey’s injured leg. Trey releases the submission quickly and
shoves up to his feet. Trey hits the ropes as Mikey gets back up to his feet. Mikey with a clothesline, Trey ducks under rebounding from the opposite ropes
crossbody but Mikey catches him and parades to the center of the ring. Mike with a knee into Massacre’s side, he spins, swinging DDT sends Mikey’s head
into the canvas; Trey hooks the leg and covers.

One… Two… Thr–Massacre rolls a shoulder up to stop Trey from winning. Trey looks a bit frustrated, but shoves Mikey into the ropes, Massacre reverses,
Trey is sent running again. Leap frog over Mikey, spin, boot to the gut and another DDT here in the match, Mikey is driven forehead first into the canvas.
Mike lifts Mikey up throwing him into the corner where he climbs throwing right hand after right hand, Mikey shoves him backwards. Trey lands on his feet,
his knee buckles a bit, but he regains enough to dropkick Mikey in the corner. Mike is up again quickly, going for another monkey flip.

ROB MARTINEZ: Both men giving it their all, no denying that.

COREY TAYLOR: Mikey isn’t even trying hard.

In mid flip, Massacre counters the monkey flip into a body press flattening Mike Trey into the mat. Massacre gets to his feet wobbly, but determined, he
points to Assman and tells Jimmy to count and see if he is knocked out. Jimmy begins to count. The crowd boos at Mikey’s actions, or is it the fact that
Zeke has come back down the aisle? Either way they are booing, Jimmy turns to find Zeke there, his attention away from Mike Trey and Mikey Massacre. Massacre
quickly goes through the ropes as Jimmy and Zeke are exchanging words back and forth, Zeke saying he just wants to watch the match up close. Mikey has
gotten a chair, he gets Mike up to his feet, checks on Jimmy again and nails himself with the chair? Blood is pouring from Mikey’s forehead as he tosses
the chair to Mike Trey who catches it. Jimmy Johnson turns around just in time to see Mikey falling down to the canvas in a crumpled heap. Jimmy Johnson
looks at Mike, shaking his head, and calls for the bell.

JENNY JERSEY: Winner as a result of a disqualification… Mikey Massacre!

ROB MARTINEZ: But Mikey hit himself!

COREY TAYLOR: Who is holding the chair?

ROB MARTINEZ: Mike Trey is.

COREY TAYLOR: Exactly.

The crowd boos again as from the back runs Vincent Black, him and Zeke hit the ring at the same time. Mike swings the chair, Vincent ducks, Zeke ducks,
Mikey spears Trey’s back. Assman drops the chair at Vincent’s feet, all three men begin to pummel Assman in the middle of the ring. Mikey instructs Zeke
and Black to hold him up, they do so. Mikey hands them the chair, which they hold in front of Assman’s face, Mikey with a running dropkick into the chair
which smashes into Assman’s face; he falls down to the mat. The crowd cheers as “Notorious” Mack runs down to the ring, FTC are waiting on him. The crowd
still cheers as Shut Down rushes down to the ring as well, just behind Mack. Both big men hit the ring to take on FTC, but the cowards they are, they flee
the ring to fight another day. Mack points out at Mikey and motions for him to come and get some.

ROB MARTINEZ: Why are they leaving now? The damn cowards!

COREY TAYLOR: They aren’t leaving because they are scared, but because the fans want them to fight and they hate giving the fans what they want.

Shut Down points to Cuzin’ Zeke and motions for him to come and get some too, but FTC is having no part of this as they push their way through the crowd.
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JENNY JERSEY: The following match is set for one fall with no time limit and is one of two 2009 Aerial Assault Tournament Semi-Finals.

“The Oddities” by ICP spreads its way through the speakers as from the back carrying a box of Get Smart dolls is The Freak. The crowd gives him a mixed
reaction surprised that he is got normal dolls for once, until he pulls out dolls dressed in drag, except for an Agent 99 doll that is dressed in dom gear.
Some of the fans laugh as The Freak sits the box near the announce table and flips into the ring, Shut Down backs off to watch the action beside the announce
table.

JENNY JERSEY: From anywhere and everywhere, he stands at five feet seven inches, and weighs in at one hundred and eighty pounds accompanied by his tag team
partner Shut Down… THE FREAK!

Inside the ring, The Freak gives a bow and salute to the crowd before handing an Agent 99 doll to Jenny.

“Facing The Thousand” by Light This City airs up and from the back to a mixed reaction, but more cheers than boos, is Danny Chaos.

JENNY JERSEY: “From Glens Falls New York, he stands at five feet nine inches and weighs in at two hundred pounds even… he is… DANNY CHAOS!

Danny sprints down the aisle, sliding under the bottom rope to face The Freak across the ring.

DING DING

COREY TAYLOR: The Freak going to do some damage here.

ROB MARTINEZ: Chaos made no fans associating himself with Vincent Black.

They go for a collar and elbow tieup, but Chaos with a double leg takedown, Freak with a punch to the top of Danny’s head. Danny grabs an ankle and pushes
himself over flipping Freak onto his front, Danny with an ankle lock. Freak kicks back catching Danny in the shoulder and the hold is released. Freak rolls
over quickly as Danny goes for an elbow drop, Danny catches canvas, Freak up on his feet quickly taking Danny down with a shoulder block. Danny hits his
back but kips up quickly behind Freak’s back. The Freak turns to face Danny, collar and elbow tie up. Freak backs Danny into the corner, but Danny drops
the lockup quickly, going for a drop toe hold sending Freak’s face right into the padding. Freak’s head bounces back, Danny with a neckbreaker and Freak
is holding at his neck.

ROB MARTINEZ: No aerial moves yet, but the technical aspect is wonderful.

COREY TAYLOR: You spoke too soon there Mr. Magoo.

Danny springs to the top turnbuckle flipping forward with a body splash, but Freak manages to lift his knees right into Chaos’ midsection winding his opponent.
Freak in the ropes, rebounding with a baseball slide dropkick sending Choas to the outside. Freak pulls himself up, climbing to the top turnbuckle, diving
off with a corkscrew flip in mid-air, Danny chatches him, spinebuster onto the mat. The crowd groans from the impact Freak’s back made with the outside
mat. Shut Down backs away from the action letting these two men fight amongst themselves. Danny rolls Freak off of himself before pulling him up and Irish
whipping him into the apron, Freak leaps to the apron, flipping backwards with a moonsault, piledriver onto the mat and Freak is hurting now. Danny, with
a smile on his face and a weary look at Shut Down, rolls Freak into the ring where he locks in an Anaconda Vice triangle choke hold, in the middle of the
ring. Freak seems to be fading fast, but Chaos is still trying to lock in the hold properly, Freak is fighting it with everything he is worth. Freak with
one leg under him shoves sideways, getting some room for his arm, he manages to elbow his way out of the hold somehow. Chaos throws a right hand, Freak
ducks under, belly to back suplex. Chaos is down.

ROB MARTINEZ: Freak able to prevent Chaos from synching in that devastating choke hold.

COREY TAYLOR: That could be the turning point of the match.

Freak falls down on top of Chaos, but only receives a one count before Danny gets a shoulder up. Freak pulls him up to his feet, Irish whip into the ropes,
Chaos with a springboard back fist, Freak quickly catches the arm, hooks the other arm in a full nelson, he slams Chaos face first onto the canvas. Freak
climbs to the top turnbuckle and dives with aleg drop that catches canvas as Danny rolls out of the way. Freak rolls to hold at his backside and is up,
Danny charges with a spear slamming Freak back first into the corner, knife edge chop from Chaos, a second. Freak’s chest is turning red as he winces with
each blow, Chaos is determined to not hold anything back. Side headlock from Chaos, he runs forward leaping into the air, Freak shoves him forward; Chaos
slides on his ass to crotch himself on the opposite ringpost. Freak is up, dropkick into the back of Danny’s head sends him face first onto the middle
turnbuckle padding.

COREY TAYLOR: That is going to ruin Danny’s night.

ROB MARTINEZ: Freak showing why he deserves the win though.

COREY TAYLOR: As is Danny Chaos.

ROB MARTINEZ: I think this is the first time we’ve agreed on anything.

Freak, with a look of determination, pulls Danny back up, forearm to the face followed up by a knife edge chop to the chest backing Danny into the corner.
whip into the other corner and Freak follows. Danny scales the corner, flipping over Freak, dropkick sends Freak into the top turnbuckle. As Freak rebounds,
Danny with a reverse bulldog, leg hook and the cover.

One… Two… Thr–Freak manages to get a shoulder up just in the nick of time. Danny grabs Freak’s wrists and places a knee in between Freak’s shoulder
blades, he wrenches back causing Freak to grunt in pain. Freak sways to the left, then right, then left again, but Danny rolls with each and every swaying
attempt Freak makes, continuing to keep the hold locked in; wearing Freak down. The Freak gets one foot underneath himself and shoves backwards, and Danny
lands on his back, the hold still locked in. Freak’s legs dangle down, but Danny is in a pinning predicament.

One… Two… Thr–Danny rolls to the left slightly to stop the pin, but is still managing to keep it locked in. Freakfalls back down, gets his feet under
his weight and flips over backwards, teh hold is broken and Freak holds at his shoulders as he sits on the canvas. Danny rolls over, determination etched
in every part of his face. He charges at Freak.

ROB MARTINEZ: Danny showing his determination here.

COREY TAYLOR: Freak showing his athleticism in getting out of that hold.

Freak catches Danny in a headlock, down to the canvas with a single arm DDT, Danny isn’t moving, but neither is Freak. Since there is no count-outs in Rebel
Pro, the match must continue, but shortly Freak begins to move as Danny is starting to show signs of life as well here. Freak uses the ropes to pull himself
up, Danny using his own strength and endurance to do the same. Freak with a boot to Danny’s midsection, he hooks the leg and head, suplex into a bridging
pin.

One… Two… Thr–No, Danny rolls up a shoulder just before the three.

ROB MARTINEZ: Close call there for Chaos.

COREY TAYLOR: Freak almost had it, but the resiliant Choas showing why he has made it this far.

Danny rolls to his feet, Freak there as well, double clothesline sends both men down, Chaos kips up to his feet, Freak doing the same. Another double clothesline,
but Danny ducks under the extended arm, grabbing the waist of Freak, German suplex into a bridging pin.

One… Two… Thr–Freak kicks backwards out of the pin and on his feet immediately. Freak into the ropes as Danny is getting back to his feet, boot to
Danny’s face–NO! Danny catches the boot, and twists. Freak with an enzeguri, but Danny ducks under, bulldog to the canvas and Freak’s face is planted
harshly into the mat. Chaos springs from the middle rope with a lionsault landing squarely on Freak’s back, he rolls him over.

One… Two… Freak kicks out with some authority. Chaos pulls Freak up peppering Freak with rights and lefts, Freak falls pulling Danny through the ropes
to the outside. Freak, still in the ring, hits the ropes as Danny gets back up to his feet. Freak dives through the ropes onto Danny, catching his head
in mid-air flipping over into a neckbreaker on the outside. Both men are down as the crowd begins to chant “Holy Shit!” over and over. Freak back up, a
smile plastered on his face and rolls Chaos back into the ring. He climbs onto the apron, grabs the top rope, and flips over with a leg drop onto Danny’s
throat, he hooks the leg with a cover.

One… Two… T–Danny rolls a shoulder up.

ROB MARTINEZ: Back and forth, back and forth, neither man with a definite advantage.

COREY TAYLOR: Freak with an advantage for now though. Freak pulls Danny back up, shoving him backwards into the corner, he climbs up, monkey flip… NO!
Danny lands on his feet, spear from Danny, no wait, he hits Freak with his shoulder, flips up catching Freak around the neck and head with his legs and
flips him over into the center of the ring. The crowd is now going wild for this match. Danny wastes no time in climbing to the top turnbuckle and waits.
Freak gets up to his feet, back to Chaos, and Danny dives with a missile dropkick sending Freak into the corner. Freak bounces out of the corner, Danny
hooks him up for a pin.

One… Two… Th–Freak gets a shoulder up and another near fall in this match; it is close to call now. Danny is up, Freak takes him down with a clothesline,
Chaos on his back. Freak with an elbow drop to Danny’s throat. Freak waits for Danny to get up, taking a breather, and Chaos obliges. Freak with a roundhouse
kick and Danny is down on his back again. Freak climbs to the top turnbuckle and a swanton bomb to Chaos, but Danny moves, Freak lands on his hands and
knees able to absorb much of the punishment that way. Danny with a boot to the face, Freak trips him up. Danny able to kick Freak in the shoulder as he
falls to the mat. Freak rolls to his back as both men are now on the canvas.

COREY TAYLOR: What else can happen?

ROB MARTINEZ: A lot of things.

Freak and Chaos are back up, Freak dives, Chaos with a small package pin.

One… Two… Freak rolls over and now Danny is pinned.

One… Two… Three.

DING! DING! DING!

COREY TAYLOR: Holy *bleep*!

ROB MARTINEZ: A surprise pin is enough!

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match and going to the finals of the 2009 Aerial Assault tournament….

The Freak!

The crowd get on their feet, cheering both men on because they felt that both men deserved to make it to the finals.

COREY TAYLOR: And everyone thought Ravager versus Chad Kurtis should have been the finals.

The crowd begins to boo as Cuzin’ Zeke comes through the crowd, nailing Shut Down with his horse shoe and slop bucket, Shut Down goes down in a heap and
is bloodied from the attack. Zeke lifts up the bucket, to bring it down once more before leaving up the aisle, Shut Down unconscious beside the ring.

——————————————————————————–

Jenny Jersey stands in the middle of the ring as she brings the microphone to her mouth.

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is an Aerial Assault semi-finals match and is scheduled for one fall.

“Path” by Apocalyptica hits the PA system. Ravager emerges from the back to a scattered cheers and a large chorus of boos.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, representing New Alberta Pro Wrestling, from Brooklyn New York, weighing in tonight at two hundred ten pounds. RAVAGER!
“Cocky” by Kid Rock cues up on the PA but it can hardly be heard as the REBEL fans go nuts for “The Show” Chad Kurtis.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent, representing REBEL Pro Wrestling, fighting out of Durham North Carolina, weighing in at two hundred thirty pounds, “THE
SHOW” CHAD KURTIS!

Both men are now in the ring standing toe to toe. Referee Dale McDonald is about to call for the bell when Chad stops him.

COREY TAYLOR: Looks like “The Show” is afraid to get this match started.

ROB MARTINEZ: I doubt that very much. Chad looks more focused than I’ve ever seen him.

Chad extends a hand to Ravager… And Ravager takes it.

COREY TAYLOR: Come on, sucker punch the cocky little bas…

ROB MARTINEZ: Hey now, there’s nothing wrong with these two showing their mutual respect for one another. Now let’s get this match started.

Dale McDonald calls for the bell and this match starts with an elbow-and-collar-tie-up. Chad with an arm drag to Ravager who rolls through it and is quickly
back on his feet. They go back in to another elbow-and-collar-tie-up, this time it’s Ravager with an arm drag. Chad quickly kips up back into a fighting
stance. They square off for another elbow-and-collar-tie-up, Chad goes for a knee but Ravager catches his leg. A dragon whip delivered to the injured leg
of “The Show”. Ravager quick to capitalize and goes for a spinning toe hold. Chad powers out of the hold with his free leg and sends Ravager face first
into the second turnbuckle. It’s Chad’s turn to capitalize as he delivers a back suplex to the stunned Ravager. “The Show” Follows it up with an elbow
drop across the chest of his fallen opponent. Chad picks up Ravager and sends him to the ropes with an Irish Whip… into a Samoan Drop.

ROB MARTINEZ: And “The Show” is taking an early advantage in this match. It seems that his ACL isn’t bothering him at all anymore.

COREY TAYLOR: It’s too early to tell but I’m going on a limb to say that “The Show” has started taking steroids.

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh would you shut up. Chad Kurtis would be the last person to need to take that kind of short cut.

Chad hits the ropes and lands a lionsault to the prone Ravager. He stays for the cover and Dale McDonald gets in position to make the count.

One…

Two… and Ravager kicks out with surprising authority.

Chad brings Ravager to his feet and sends him to the rope with another Irish Whip, no a reversal, and Chad springboards off the rope and hits the Showtime!
ROB MARTINEZ: Oh my, this one might be over early folks.

COREY TAYLOR: I’m telling you, Kurtis had to have had some chemical help to pull off a win against Ravager this quickly.

ROB MARTINEZ: And I’ll be sure to let him know your opinion on the matter.

COREY TAYLOR: You wouldn’t.

Chad back on his feet but doesn’t go in for the cover. He’s heading to the turnbuckle and starts to climb to the top. Chad leaps into a Prime Time splash
and hits hard on the mat as Ravager moved out of the way just in time. Ravager back to his feet and positions himself for the Garrotte. He Locks It In.
Chad reaching for the ropes to try to break the hold but comes up short. Dale McDonald in the perfect spot to see if Chad Kurtis submits to the hold. Chad
is manages to pull himself closer to the ropes but is still just short of reaching them. Ravager applies more pressure to the hold trying to get “The Show”
to quit however Chad is still reaching, reaching, he makes it to the bottom rope and Ravager breaks the hold out of respect. Chad slowly pulls himself
up by the ropes as Ravager kicks the back of Chad’s knee sending flipping hard back down to the canvas. Ravager grabs the hurting leg of Chad and moves
in to apply a Figure-Four. Chad too close to the ropes however and Ravager breaks the hold. Ravager grabs Chad and brings him to his feet. An Irish Whip
into the turnbuckle followed by a running knee to the mid section. Ravager lifts Chad to the top turnbuckle… Superplex, and Chad is in a bad spot here.
Ravager back to the top and… Moonsault! Dale McDonald runs to position for the cover.

One…

Two…

Thre…

ROB MARTINEZ: And Ravager is moving on to the finals.

COREY TAYLOR: No the Ref is saying it was a two count. The “Icon that ‘roids made” is still in this one.

Ravager wastes no time arguing with McDonald on his count and pulls Chad to his feet once again. Small Package by “The Show” but Ravager is out before the
one count. Ravager back on the offensive with an elbow drop to the back of Chad’s head. Ravager off the rope… a baseball slide kick to the ribs of “The
Show”. Ravager again to the top ropes… Frog Splash… Misses as Chad rolls to safety. Both men are down as Dale McDonald checks them both out to see
if they’re able to continue. Ravager is getting back up but so is Chad Kurtis, both men back on their feet. Ravager and Chad lock up. Ravager with a side
head lock into a takedown. Chad with a head scissors and Ravager kips out and up. Both men on their feet and Chad with a standing dropkick that sends Ravager
to the ground. Ravager gets up and Chad comes in hard with a spinning heel kick. Chad presses on and executes a picture perfect snap suplex.

ROB MARTINEZ: Chad has gotten his second wind in this match that has been all Ravager.

COREY TAYLOR: And we all know how he’s accomplished this.

ROB MARTINEZ: One more word and I’m telling Black what you said about his mother.

COREY TAYLOR: No, ok I’ll behave. Just don’t tell Vincent anything.

Chad bounces back up and lands a standing shooting-star press, stays for the cover. Dale McDonald in for the count.

One…

Two…

Kick-out as the hand was coming down for the three count. Chad back on the attack with a Swinging Neck Breaker. Chad pulls Ravager up and throws him into
the turnbuckle, reversal, Bluegrass Breeze hit’s Ravager square on. The Show with a cover and McDonald starts the count.

One…

Two…

Three… No. Ravager gets the shoulder up just in time.

Chad looking frustrated now as he picks Ravager and delivers an exploder suplex. Up to the top and down with a guillotine leg drop. No cover as Chad picks
Ravager back up and hits a reverse STO. Chad keeps pressing his advantage with a running low dropkick to the side of Ravager’s head. “The Show” raises
Ravager up to his feet and places his head between his knees… CK FINALE!

COREY TAYLOR: I knew all along “The Show” was going to take this one.

ROB MARTINEZ: We are going to crown a new Aerial Assault champion this year. What an awesome match we have witnessed here tonight.

Dale McDonald moves in to make the count as Chad hooks the leg for the cover.

One…

Two…

Three… No, no, no, Ravager gets his shoulder up just as McDonalds hand hits the mat.

COREY TAYLOR: I knew Chad couldn’t get the job done. Go Ravager!

ROB MARTINEZ: You sir are an idiot.

Chad Kurtis cannot believe it. He picks Ravager up again and Irish Whip’s him into the ropes… Ravager ducks under… and hooks Chad up in a back slide
pin. McDonald moves in to make the count.

One…

Two…

Three…

Ding, ding, ding.

JENNY JERSEY: And the winner of the match, and finalist in the Aerial Assault tournament… Ravager!

ROB MARTINEZ: What an incredible match. Both of these men can walk out of here with their heads held high.

COREY TAYLOR: Well Kurtis can’t, he lost it.

The crowd explodes in a chorus of boos as Vincent Black comes running out of the back holding a baseball bat. Into the ring he cracks Ravager from behind
and keeps going after Chad. Chad ducks under a swing but gets nailed with a back elbow. Black grabs Chad and tosses him over the top rope. Black to the
outside and grabs Chad. New Hope to the stairs! Vincent walks around to the announce table to grab the Carolinas title, he then walks back to the now bloody
form of Chad Kurtis. Vincent looks down at the belt, to Chad before droping it on Chad’s face.

VINCENT: I claim my rematch next week Chad, keep the belt warm for me.

Black laughs as he walks back to the lockers. Chad is out cold as medics swarm in to help him.

ROB MARTINEZ: Why Black? Why did he have to ruin this moment for both of these men.

COREY TAYLOR: That is just what you get for getting in FTC’s way. ROB MARTINEZ: Well a great match ruined at the ending with Black’s cowardly actions, but
for Jenny Jersey, Corey Taylor, Rebel Pro; I am Rob Martinez, see you at Aerial Assault 2009.

A logo of the Aerial Assault 2009 flyer fills the screen as it slowly fades away.

FIRE ON THE MOUNTAIN
07/14/2009
“(BLEEP) THE ALL STAR GAME! (BLEEP) THE ALL STAR GAME! (BLEEP) THE ALL STAR GAME!” the REBEL fans chant outside the Asheville arena as they await entrance
to REBEL Pro’s latest show… FIRE ON THE MOUNTAIN! And their anticipations and expectations will be answered when the World Title is decided. The reigning
champion, Mack, the enforcer of Young Money, will defend against arguably the fastest-rising star in REBEL Pro history… Johnny Maverick! Just over a
month ago, Bedlam shook up the REBEL Pro world, allowing Mack to become champion and Johnny Maverick to become Number One Contender in his singles debut
match. Finally, these two men will meet and will determine not only who will leave as World Champion, but who truly represents the Future of REBEL Pro?
In addition, the Final Four of 2009′s Aerial Assault tournament will be determined when the eight Second Rounders battle in matches that will highlight
the very best high-flying of REBEL Pro Wrestling, New Alberta Pro Wrestling and the Pioneer Wrestling Association. Ravager, The Show, La Reina, Steve Parker,
Mark Zout, Danny Chaos, The Freak and Jer$ey… WHICH four will it be?

Oh yeah! And if that isn’t enough… what about the in-ring return of “Assman” Mike Trey? The REBEL Icon, the winningest, most prolific tag team wrestler
in REBEL history, versus his former tag division rival: FTC’s Cuzin Zeke! Once they were the most popular wrestlers in REBEL Pro, now they are forced to
do battle. What result?

And to start the evening off, for the purposes of the tag division rankings, the new recruits Sons of Destruction will take on the Figgins Family! Both
teams have to wait in line behind “The Messiah” Lloyd Rees and “The Ego Buster” Dan Ryan, former champions The Freak Show and possibly other teams… but
what other way to get noticed than to take out another team in the opening bout of a hot REBEL card?

The fans begin to pour in. The beer is flowing. The merchandise sales have begun. THIS IS REBEL PRO.

PUT YOUR CHILDREN AND WIFE TO BED.

UNLESS YOU HAVE A WIFE THAT LIKES WRESTLING. IN WHICH CASE… NICE, DUDE. “Timeless Winter” by Into Eternity Hits the speakers as Jacob Figgins and Derrick
Daze step out from the curtain. They both receive a rather mixed reaction.

JENNY JERSEY: Making their way to the ring, at a combined weight of four hundred and fifty pounds… THE FIGGINS FAMILY!

The cousins settle down in the ring when “Cyberwatse” – Fear Factory hits the speakers and the Sons of Destruction make their trek to the ring. Being relatively
unknown to the Rebel fans they also received a mixed reaction from the fans.

JENNY JERSEY:And the opponents, at a combined weight of five hundred and seventy pounds. THE SONS OF DESTRUCTION!

DING! DING! DING!

The match kicks off with both Derrick Daze and Kayoken Shiro stepping to the center of the ring. Shiro starts the match off by initiating a knuckle lock
with Derrick. Daze buy cialis from thailand accepts the test of strength reluctantly, seeing as he is the smallest man in the match, he wasn’t going to do much over powering. Shiro
pushed Daze into the northern ropes, it seemed he got the upper hand early. Until Daze decides to drop the knuckle lock and work on the left arm with a
text book arm wrench. Shiro bends down from the pressure on his arm and meets a kick to the shoulder from Daze. Shiro rolls forward to try to get himself
out of the hold, but to no avail, he rolls once again and this time slips behind Daze countering the arm wrench into a hammer lock. Daze how to get the best results from viagra scrambled toward
the ropes to leverage himself out of the hold, but no such luck. Daze finally grabs the hair of Shiro and drops into a seated position connecting with
a jaw breaker.

ROB MARTINEZ: Great counter by Derrick. Can he capitalize?

COREY TAYLOR: Oh please, look at Daze’s records here. Does he know how to capitalize?

Shiro staggers back and right into the extended hand of Devastator. Devastator charges into to the ring upon the tag and levels Daze with a clothesline.
Daze found himself down on the mat, and Devastator goes for a quick pin.

One!

Two! KICKOUT!

ROB MARTINEZ: Ouch, in the beginnings of this match Daze is not catching a break.

COREY TAYLOR: That’s what happens when you are the smallest man in the match.

Devastator motioned to Misery to grab him a weapon to put down this runt and get the match out of the way. While misery did this , Davastator pulled Daze
up to his feet by the mohawk and sends a very crisp slap across the cheek. Misery found a cookie sheet from beneath the ring and jumps unto the apron,
wedging the weapon between the top and middle turnbuckles. Seeing the weapon placed where it was, Devastator whipped Daze hard into the corner, a loud
crack heard upon impact. Running head first into a sheet of metal was not part of Daze’s daily routine, so he was a bit groggy from the impact. Devastator
was apparently not done with Daze when he once more pulled him to his feet. Daze suddenly came to life by landing a stiff kick to the knee of Devastator.
Daze continued to chop down the tree in that manner until Devastator finally falls to one knee. Daze rebounds off the eastern ropes going for a SEATED
SENTO-NO!. Devastator catches Daze in mid air and charges to the corner Devastating (no pun intended) Daze with a power bomb into the turnbuckles. A dent
the shape of Daze was left on the cookie sheet from the impact. Devastator saw that the smaller man was obviously out and drags Daze to the center, going
for the pin!

ONE!

TWO!

THR-NO!

ROB MARTINEZ: Daze is lucky his cousin came in for the save.

COREY TAYLOR: Dude, that power bomb looked like it hurt.

The elder cousin Jacob manages to break the pin before the three. Wanting to give Daze some time to recover he drags his cousin’s nearly lifeless body to
the friendly corner and slaps the hand of Daze making him the legal man. Jacob slinks back into the ring, he was larger than Daze, but still quite a bit
smaller than Devastator. Devastator was the first one to offense by going for a clothesline to Jacob, but was avoided thanks to a basic Lucha roll. Jacob
quickly pries the warped cookie sheet out of the turnbuckles and wheels around blasting devastator in the back with it. Jacob threw the weapon out of the
ring, knowing that wasn’t going to be enough to put the big man away. And he was right, it seemed to only piss Devastator off as he wheeled around and
socked Jacob with a huge right hand making him slump against the rope. Devastator goes to send Jacob out of the ring with a boot to the skull, but got
a rude awakening when Jacob ducked and pulled down the top rope. Devastator was now straddling the top rope. Seeing this opening, Jacob went to the nearest
turnbuckle and climbed up to the second rope. He launched off and smacked Devastator off the with a huge LARIATOOOO!

ROB MARTINEZ: Devastation is finally down.

COREY TAYLOR: Took them long enough.

Jacob wanted to show off a bit of his flying arsenal, but found out what it felt like to have the ropes used against him when Misery kicked the rope from
beneath him mid-springboard. Jacob took a harsh spill out side the ring and Shiro decided to capitalize on it by jumping off the apron and landing a senton
on Jacob. With Daze still out of it, it was a two on one situation when Devastator came out of the ring and pulled Jacob to his feet, only to whip him
hard into the steel barricade. From there, it became a two on one beat down.

ROB MARTINEZ:The Figgins Family might not fair so well tonight.

COREY TAYLOR: You know, play by play doesn’t mean you have to state the obvious all the time right?

After what seemed to be a minute of Jacob getting drilled by his opponent’s, Daze was seen flying out of the ring and onto Shiro. Seeing as Jacob still
had the task of Devastator in front of him, he decided to get him out of the way by landing a kick square in the groin. The big man fell to his knees,
and Jacob followed up with a running neck breaker. Daze and Shiro was brawling out on the floor, and it seemed during the fray that Daze was split open.
But he found relief when Jacob came to his aid and both cousins kicked Shiro in the gut. They both wrapped up and connected with a double gutwrench suplex
into the barrier.

ROB MARTINEZ: I think Shiro is going to need a chiropractor after tonight.

COREY TAYLOR: They still got Devastation to take down, which is not an easy task.

Devastator crawled back into the ring, away from the chaos on the floor. Jacob was soon to follow but got a rude awakening from a sudden spine buster from
Devastation. Jacob managed to will himself back to his knees, but that was about it. Devastation came charging once more. Out of desperation Jacob threw
out his hands.

Jacob Figgins: STOP!

ROB MARTINEZ: What a desperate play!

COREY TAYLOR: Hey, Jake, this isn’t PWA bud. People don’t stop just cause you ask!

And Devastation did, giving Jacob a confused look. That was until Daze ran into the ring, leapfrogged over Jacob and nailed a drop kick right to the Sternum
of Devastation. Jacob got to his feet and slipped behind Devastation and heaved him onto his shoulders. Jacob struggled with the weight for a second before
finally nailing the CRISIS AVERTED! Jacob manages to bridge the move into a pin!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!!!

COREY TAYLOR:Why did he stop?

Jacob and Daze hold up their hands in victory after the hard fought match. Jacob panders a little bit to the Rebel fans while Daze rolls out of the ring.
Finally they both exit the ring and head off to the backstage area.

JENNY JERSEY: Here are your winners, the Figgins Family!

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“Path” by Apocolyptica begins to play, and the REBEL fans boo the reigning NAPW Hertitage CHampion loudly as he makes his way to the ring. He seems unphased,
eyes on the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: Making his way to the ring, from Brooklyn, New York, weighing in at two hunfred ten pounds…. he is the reigning NAPW Heritage Champion…
RAVAGER!

Ravager slides into the ring, and gives Alan Stone his Heritage CHampionship belt as “Tu Veneno” by Natalia Oreiro begins to play. The crowd goes nuts,
particularly the males, as The Queen of the Butterflies herself walks out.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent, from parts unknown, weighing in at one hundred thirty five pounds, she is LA REINA DE LOS MARIPOSAS!

La Reina de los Mariposas slaps hands as she runs to the ring. She slides in, finds her feet, and gets ready to fight as Stone calls for the bell.

DING DING DING

The fight starts with La Reina walking up to Ravager straight and slapping him in the face. Ravager looks at her, no emotion on his face, and La Reina then
pushes him away and lands a stiff left jab into his mush. Ravager shakes it off, but La Reina is still attacking.

Left jab. Right jab. A few straight kicks to the legs, and a spinning heel kick knocks Ravager to his back.

La Reina is up again, and she runs off the ropes. Ravager is just starting to get up as she plants a dropkick into the side of his head, and he rolls out
of the ring.

She runs off the ropes again, and Ravager makes it to his feet. She jumps over the top rope, SUICIDE PLANCHA- But RAVAGER CATCHES LA REINA! He then plants
her hard on the floor with a modified side suplex. She grabs her lower back in pain as Ravager takes a second to shake off the quick offense La Reina mounted
earlier. He gets to his feet, and La Reina is on her knees, attempting to get up. Ravager helps her, and whips her into the ring apron. She connects back
first, and Ravager follows up with a stiff forearm shot to her face. She drops to her butt holding her mouth. Ravager shoots a knee into her chest, and
backs up. He generic viagra canada customs falls sideways on the floor.

Ravager grabs her by the head and brings her to her feet. La Reina is bleeding slightly from the mouth. He rolls her into the ring, and climbs the ring
apron. A slingshot body press lands him on top of La Reina, and he attempts a pin.

One… two…

She kicks out, and Ravager pulls her to her feet. He whips her into the ropes, but when she comes back she grabs his arm.. TORNADO DDT! That move may have
just saved her from elimination. She’s up to her feet after a second, front flip legdrop across Ravager’s throat. She’s up again as Ravager grabs his throat.
She runs to the ropes and hops on the second one. LIONSAULT- BUT IT MISSES as Ravager rolls towards the ropes. La Reina holds her stomach in pain as Ravager
hops on the second rope, then the top rope, the does a corkscrew 180 leg drop across the back of La Reina’s head. He rolls her over, but she doesn’t stop
rolling as she tries to escape the ring. Ravager chases her down, intent on not letting her escape the ring. He stops La Reina at the ropes by grabbing
her leg and pulling her into the center of the ring. SHe is up to her feet quickly, and again is attacking with stiff shots.

COREY TAYLOR: This isn’t MMA, Miss! Keep it clean!

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh please!

This time, Ravager won’t let her have them, and he counters with a hard headbut to her face. She grabs at her face, and we see some blood trickling through
her fingers. The crowd offers heavy boos as Ravager continues his attack.

He DDT’s her to the mat, then gets up quickly. He climbs the turnbuckle, and performs a picture perfect diving headbutt to La Reina’s chest. He gets up,
and La Reina somehow makes it to her feet as well. Ravager’s face shows emotion for the first time- a nod of respect and a slight smile. But that doesn’t
stop him from walking around her, hooking her in the full nelson, and performing his finisher, Instant Karma. He holds it for the pin.

one… two… THREE!

Jenny Jersey: Your winner, and advancing to the next round of the Aerial Assault tournament… RAVAGER!

Stone holds Ravager’s hand in the air as the crowd begins to boo heavily.

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“Go Hard” by DJ Khaled, Kayne West & T-Pain hits the speakers as Jer$ey walks out from behind the curtain followed closely by the current REBEL Pro World
Champion, Young Money Mack. The Young Money crew looks like they mean business as Jer$ey ascends into the ring.

Jenny Jersey: The following is an Aerial Assault second round match scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, being accompanied by REBEL Pro World Heavy
Weight Champion, Young Money Mack, from Patterson, New Jersey, weighing in at two-hundred twenty pounds, representing New Alberta Pro Wrestling, Young
Money Jer$ey!

Jer$ey is looking somewhat confused as the fans here at REBEL Pro are actually giving him a warm reaction.

Rob Martinez: Jer$ey is clearly not used to being liked by the fans, but it’s to be expected considering he’s never shown the fans any love.

Corey Taylor: Well the REBEL Pro fans feel sorry for the poor guy. His boyfriend just dumped him for Mikey Massacre.

“Oddities” by ICP cues up and the crowd explodes with cheers as The Freak and Shut Down start their trek to the ring. Shut Down has a couple of extra large
bags slung over his shoulder, which are undoubtedly filled with more perverse toys for the crowd.

Jenny Jersey: And his opponent, being accompanied by Shut Down, from Anywhere and Everywhere, weighing in tonight at one-hundred eighty pounds, The Freak!
The Freak Show stops on their way to the ring to start handing out the gifts to this capacity crowd.

Rob Martinez: What are they giving out today?

Corey Taylor: What do you care? It’s not like they ever share with us.

Rob Martinez: My, my, Rob, are you jealous?

Corey Taylor: I really wanted a Mark Zout doll.

Shut Down and The Freak begin to pull out… Pimped Out Cabbage Patch Dolls? The fans are loving the gifts as The Freak back flips into the ring. Mack and
Shut Down take their places out side of ring as Jer$ey and Freak stand toe to toe in side the squared circle. Referee Alan Stone calls for the bell to
get this match started. Ding ding ding

Jer$ey hits the Freak with a quick jab, another, one more followed by a hay maker that sends The Freak to the ground.

Rob Martinez: And Jer$ey beating the faster Freak to the punch. The man has something to prove here tonight.

Corey Taylor: Looks like he’s not happy about being left out of the gift giving either.

The Freak is getting back to his feet. Clothesline from Jer$ey sends him right back down. Jer$ey starts laying boots to the back and neck of The Freak.
An elbow drop to Freaks back followed by more kicks. Jer$ey grabs Freaks head and starts to pull up the smaller man to his feet. A Quick Small Package
by The Freak.

One!

Two!

Kick Out by Jer$ey as both men rise to their feet. Jer$ey throws a jab, ducked by Freak who answers with a round house which is dodged by Jer$ey. Both men
staring daggers at each other as they nod in respect. The two combatants move in for a collar and elbow tie up, Jer$ey lands a quick kick to Freaks knee
and throws a headlock on his opponent. Holy Crap, The Freak just countered a side headlock with a wrap around head scissors.

Corey Taylor: No human should be that flexible, he must be cheating.

Rob Martinez: Do you ever listen to yourself, or do just open your mouth and see what comes out?

Jer$ey gets back to his feet just in time to be nailed by a spinning heel kick by The Freak that sends him to the outside. Mack rushes over to help out
his Young Money partner. The Freak comes flying over the rope with a corkscrew suicide plancha, Caught by Mack! The big man rams Freak back first into
the ring apron before Shut Down can get there to help his partner. Jer$ey rolls Freak into the ring and slides in after him. Jer$ey has something in his
hand as he goes for a vicious right hand to Freaks skull. The Freak goes down hard as Jer$ey connects with the Golden Sweets.

Corey Taylor: That’s it Jer$ey’s moving on to the semi finals of the aerial assault tournament!

Rob Martinez: It’s simply academic at this point as Jer$ey goes for the cover.

One!

Two!

Three…No! The Freak rolls his shoulder up just as Stone’s hand was going to hit the mat for the third time. Jer$ey is in shock, how did The Freak get
his shoulder up? However Jer$ey doesn’t dwell on it for to long as he picks up The Freak and hit him with a devastating back-breaker. Jer$ey calls for
Mack to toss him a chair but Shut Down delivers a Running Big Boot to the REBEL Pro Champion as he bent over to grab the chair for Jer$ey. Shut Down motions
for Jer$ey come on down and get the chair himself if he wants it. This proves to be just the distraction Freak need to recover enough to roll over Jer$ey
up with a school boy pin. An easy kick out by Jer$ey before the one count and both men are back on their feet. Jer$ey runs at Freak going for a clothesline,
Freak ducks under and sweeps Jer$ey’s feet from under him. Freak runs to the ropes, into a springing hand stand flip… INTO A STANDING CORKSCREW 450 SPLASH!

Corey Taylor: Holy shit, did you see that! Freak must have jumped twelve-fifteen feet in the air!

Rob Martinez: Well it wasn’t quite that high but a very impressive feat by the former World Tag Team Champion.

The crowd also very impressed with that awesome display of athleticism by The Freak as they erupt into applause. The Freak stays on top of Jer$ey for the
cover.

One!

Two… No Jer$ey kicks out before the two count.

Freak is not wasting any time to press his advantage as he goes to top rope for a shooting star press. He lands it and here’s the cover.

One!

Two!

And another kick out at two. Freak picks up Jer$ey and Irish Whip into the turnbuckle, no reversed, and Freak with the Whisper in the Wind to Jer$ey. Freak
heads out of the ring to where Shut Down is still holding the chair he took from Mack. Freak takes the chair and slides back into the ring. He lays the
chair across the chest of Jer$ey, hits the ropes, and lands a Rolling Thunder Senton to the chair as Jer$ey just gets out of the way. The Freak is hurting
from landing on that steal chair with the small of the back. Jer$ey grabs the chair and hammers The Freak’s knee, and again a shot to Freak’s knee. Jer$ey
now folds the chair onto his prone opponent’s ankle and climbs to the second rope, A DOUBLE STOMP ON TO THE CHAIR! The Freak’s leg has got to be broken!
Jer$ey lifts The Freak up to a vertical base and delivers knee breaker to former Carney. Jer$ey lifts him up for another one but Freak rolls it into a
sunset flip!

One!

And thats all he gets. Jer$ey is on his feet and begins to stomp on The Freak’s injured leg. Jer$ey grabs hold of the leg again and drives it into the canvas.
Jer$ey heads to the top rope… and comes down hard to the outside as The Freak throws himself against the ropes. Mack quickly goes to the aid of Jer$ey
as The Freak is trying to work out his leg, without much success as he can’t seem to put any pressure on it. Jer$ey is slow to get back to his feet as
Shut Down comes around the corner. Mack puts himself between him and The Monster from the Midway. Shut Down just stares down at Mack as Jer$ey starts to
dig under the ring apron and pulls out a table that’s been pre-wrapped in barbed wire.

Rob Martinez: This is not going to end well for someone.

Corey Taylor: At least the fans will love it, and if we’re lucky we’ll be seeing the end of one of these men’s career.

Rob Martinez: That is possibly the worst thing I’ve ever heard you say.

Jer$ey sets the table up on the outside of the ring before rolling back in. He heads over to The Freak and gets nailed with a standing enziguri who seems
to have been paying a bit of possum in regards to is knee. Shut Down goes after Mack… but he doesn’t have to! Mack is leaving! Where is he going? Jer$ey
is yelling at him, asking him where he is going. Mack turns around…

…AND GIVES JER$EY THE FINGER! Jer$ey is in disbelief! MACK LEAVES!

Corey Taylor: What is that coward doing?

Rob Martinez: EVERYONE has left the side of Jer$ey! He is so obnoxious he can’t keep ANY friends!

Shut Down now races to the to the curtain area and comes back with a twenty-five foot ladder. He slides it into the ring as The Freak nails Jer$ey with
a devastating Round House to the temple as Jer$ey looked on as Mack walked through the curtains. The Freak Rolls Jer$ey on to the table as Shut Down sets
the ladder up in the middle of the ring and stars climbing to the top.

Corey Taylor: What the hell is Shut Down planning?

Rob Martinez: I don’t know but I’m beginning to think you were right about it being somebody’s last match.

With Jer$ey in place on the barbed wire covered table and Shut Down perched top of the ladder The Freak BEGINS TO CLIMB THE LADDER AND ON TO SHUT DOWN SHOULDERS.
SIGHT UNSEEN FROM OVER THIRTY-FIVE FEET IN THE AIR RIGHT ON TO JER$EY!

EVERYONE IN THE ARENA: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Rob Martinez: Dear God He Killed Him! As God As My Witness Jer$ey Is Dead!

Corey Taylor: I think The Freak might be to! I don’t think either one could’ve survived that.

Shut Down heads toward the tangled mess of broken table, barbed wire, and human flesh and picks up both Jer$ey and The Freak. Shut Down gently rolls both
men into the ring and goes and grabs a beer from one of the fans, steps into the ring and pours the beer over Freaks head in an effort to revive his fallen
comrade. It seems to be working as The Freak begins to stir and try to pull himself up using the ropes. Once Shut Down sees that The Freak is moving again
he exits the ring as The Freak drags him self to Jer$ey’s broken carcass. Freak slings his arm over Jer$ey.

One!

Two!

Three!

Ding, ding, ding!

Jenny Jersey: And here is your winner… The Freak!

Rob Martinez: Please god let Jer$ey have survived that. He’s still not moving.

Corey Taylor: That was the most awesome Swanton Bomb in the history of the universe!

Rob Martinez: Thank goodness, well it looks like The Freak is moving on to the semi-finals of Aerial Assault 2009. But what does this mean for Mack and
Jer$ey and Young Money?

Jer$ey manages to get to his feet, still looking confused as Shut Down is helping The Freak. All three of them make their way to the back as the crowd gives
them a standing ovation… Jer$ey isn’t so much walking with them as walking in a cold stone sober manner, due to Mack’s betrayal, his loss or a comboination
of the two!

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“The Beverly Hillbillies Theme” by Flatts and Scruggs booms over the PA as Cuzin’ Zeke wanders out through the entrance way to a chorus of boos.

JENNY JERSEY: Making his way to the ring first, from Turkey Cross, Kentucky, weighing two hundred and sixty-three pounds… CUZIN’ ZEKE!

Zeke slowly ambles into the ring and goes to his corner, sets down his horseshoe and bucket, and taking a second to wipe his nose.

“Why Don’t We Do It In The Road” by the Beatles follows as the previous music fades. Mike “The Assman” Trey stands in the entrance way and is greeted by
the roar of the crowd. His shirt says, “CUZIN’ KILLER”.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent, from Manchester, England, weighing two hundred and thirty pounds… MIKE… “THE ASSMAN”… TREY!

Mike Trey slides in the ring and stands on the middle turnbuckle in his corner, raising his hands to the cheering crowd.

Referee Alan Stone checks Cuzin’ Zeke for any additional weapons. As Stone turns and checks Mike Trey, Zeke sneakily wraps the chain around his fist, making
sure the horseshoe is exposed. Alan Stone calls for the bell, and the two combatants charge each other. Zeke takes a swing with his chained fist, but Trey
is wise to his trickery, ducking the punch and throwing Zeke over with an Exploder suplex! Zeke rolls into sitting position and attempts to stand, but
Trey runs up behind him and catches Zeke with a bulldog! Trey rolls him over…

One… two… kickout, with authority!

Mike is quick to his feet as he runs to Zeke’s. Grabbing one foot, Trey seeks approval for the Figure-Four Leglock from the crowd and finds it. As he spins
around to bend Zeke’s leg around his, the Cuzin’ kicks him off, and “The Assman” is shoved into the ropes, his throat resting on the middle rope. Cuzin’
Zeke runs to the opposite ropes and rebounds off, aiming to squash Trey like a bug! At the last possible moment, Trey moves, and Zeke crotches himself.
As the Cuzin’ staggers away from the ropes, Mike Trey blasts him with a dropkick. Zeke staggers, but catches the top rope and stops from falling. Trey
pulls his opponent to him and attempts a Russian Legsweep, but Zeke has a death grip on the top rope. Referee Stone stands in front to check for any illegal
holding. Zeke shoves Trey forward into the ref, shoving him back. As Mike Trey attempts to prevent any falling, Zeke sneakily swings his food upward and
crotches “The Assman”, dropping him to his knees. Alan Stone did not catch the low blow and looks confused as Trey writhes on the ground. The referee admonishes
the Cuzin’, handing out a warning. Zeke is not paying any attention as he stomps Mike Trey mercilessly. Zeke grabs a handful of hair and brings “The Assman”
to his feet, much to the referee’s disapproval. Irish whip to the ropes, followed by a Big Boot, knocking Trey flat. Cuzin’ Zeke stomps on his victim’s
chest and… leaves it there. It takes a second for Alan Stone to catch on, but he gets the point and slides in for the count.

One… two… shoulder up!

Again, Zeke finds more hair to yank Trey up from, bringing “The Assman” into the piledriver position… and it connects! Cover!

One… two… shoulder up again, at the last possible moment!

Cuzin’ Zeke stands up and walks away. Referee Alan Stone finds it strange, but goes to check on Mike Trey anyway. With the ref distracted, Zeke picks up
the slop bucket and lines himself up. Trey manages to pull himself to his knees, and Zeke starts to charge, bucket held high over his head. Before he can
bring it down, Alan Stone grabs the bucket from behind. After a little power struggle, Stone yanks the foreign object away. Cuzin’ Zeke protests, with
Referee Stone not backing down, finger in the Cuzin’s face. “The Assman” is back to his feet. He runs up behind Zeke… Ass-Cracker! However, Mike Trey
is unable to capitalize on his downed opponent, having the air taken out of him from the impact. Both men are down, and Stone begins the count.

One… two… three… Cuzin’ Zeke sits up… four… five… Mike Trey is up to his knees, with Zeke to one knee… six… Trey quickly jumps up and cracks
Zeke with the Assassination! Trey with the cover!

One… two… foot on the bottom rope!

Mike Trey brings the Cuzin’ to his feet and attempts a Fisherman’s Suplex, but Zeke dead-weights him. Zeke shows Trey the error of his ways by delivering
a subtle low-blow. “The Assman” drops to his knees, and Zeke delivers another piledriver. The Cuzin’ starts his slow ascent to the top rope, hoping to
deliver the Mudpuddle. On his way up, he snags the chain bundled up in the corner. As he reaches the top, Referee Stone notices the illegal tactic. Again,
a tug-of-war ensues, with Stone, once again, getting the upper hand. Zeke struggles for balance, but maintains it, only to have Mike Trey to run up the
turnbuckles out of nowhere and deliver a monkey flip FROM THE TOP ROPE! As “The Assman” returns to his feet, he shouts out to the crowd, who responds in
kind with a loud cheer. He calls for the Ass-Cracker again, but is suddenly distracted by movement in the aisle. Mikey Massacre and Vincent Black are making
their presence known. Words are exchanged, with Mike Trey too sidetracked to notice canadian pharmacy spam unsubscribe that Cuzin’ Zeke is back up. Trey turns around and finds himself underneath
Zeke, the victim of the Cuzin’s cross body block. Zeke holds the cover… but the referee is preoccupied with the outside interference! Vincent Black is
having words with Alan Stone, while Mikey Massacre sneaks around to the other side of the ring. He tosses the slop bucket to Zeke… but Mike Trey intercepts!
Mikey is too distracted with running back to Black, and “The Assman” cracks the Cuzin’ with the bucket… but he doesn’t go down! One more crack, and Zeke
falls over like a Redwood tree. Trey quickly ditches the bucket Hearing the impact, but not seeing what was occuring in the ring, the interfering duo turn
to celebrate. The ref turns to find Mike Trey on top!

One… two… three!

The bell rings, and Jenny Jersey makes her announcement.

JERSEY: The winner of this bout… MIKE… “THE ASSMAN”… TREY!

Mikey Massacre and Vincent Black stop celebrating and turn to each other, mouths agape in surprise. They turn to look at the ring, only to see Mike Trey’s
arm raised. The two slide into the ring and blindside Trey, knocking him over and stomping a mudhole in “The Assman”. Cuzin’ Zeke regains his bearings,
grabs his chain, and joins in on the beatdown. Alan Stone tries to break up the carnage, but Cuzin’ Zeke gets his revenge and gives the referee a taste
of the horseshoe.

The crowd boos, seemingly on the verge of rioting. Suddenly, the jeers turn to cheers as “The Show” Chad Kurtis makes his presence known, limping down to
the ring. The assailants are not aware of “The True PTPer’s” entrance, allowing Kurtis to slide in unnoticed and grab the slop bucket. Vincent Black is
the first to notice “The Show”… and gets cracked! Black rolls out. Cuzin’ Zeke catches on, and is greeted with the bucket as well, sending him over the
top rope. Mikey Massacre finally catches on, and decides that discretion is the better part of valor, ducking out as Chad Kurtis takes his swing. The dastardly
trio meet up in the aisle, backing away as

the fans in attendance shower them in chants of “Pussy”. Chad helps Mike Trey to his feet, and the two in the
ring issues their threats to the retreating forces.

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The feed is interrupted. A clip from in between dark matches earlier in the night is shown… much to the anger, confusion and dismay of REBEL’s production
staff who had previously decided not to release it via broadcast or DVD just because… well… you’ll see.

“Everyone I Went to High School With Is Dead” queues up and from the back to a chorus of boos is Tommy (who’s holding a book) and Jim Jonas.

ROB MARTINEZ: The Jonas Brothers? They aren’t booked tonight, what are they doing out here?

COREY TAYLOR: And who’s the old chick with them?

The bros escort an elderly woman to the ring. It takes awhile for them to make it into the ring, but eventually they enter and Jim takes a mic.

JIM: Welcome my friends to The Jonas Brothers Smile-time Variety Hour. We got a special guest on today’ program: Edna Glickman. Who is she, you ask? Well
allow her to explain in her own words.

EDNA: I’m the original ring rat.

COREY TAYLOR: Wait, what?

JIM: That’s right! This lady has been intimate with many of pro wrestling’s biggest legends, including Verne Gagne, “Cowboy” Bill Watts, and Buck “Rock
& Roll” Zumhoffe. And she has quite a collection of anecdotes from her five decades plus of experience. She has published those anecdotes in her new book
called “Adorable Edna: the Original Ring Rat”.

ROB MARTINEZ: Seriously?

JIM: Hold up the book retard!

Tommy holds up the book.

COREY TAYLOR: Now I know what I’m getting you for Christmas.

ROB MARTINEZ: You’re getting me something for Christmas?

COREY TAYLOR: Hypothetically.

JIM: So Edna, why don’t you let the people know how you got started as a rat?

EDNA: Well Jim it all began when I was just a school girl. I met a guy at the carnival that came to town each summer, and we fell in love and started going
steady. I didn’t follow wrestling or any sport for that matter, so I didn’t know at first that he was a wrestler. But I started following his matches,
and I became a fan. And so we were together for awhile, until one day when I caught him with another woman. I got my revenge though, by sleeping with his
tag partner. The team broke up soon after.

JIM: And then you continued to hook up with different wrestlers.

EDNA: Yeah that’s pretty much what happened.

COREY TAYLOR: And now you’re an old slut. Great story.

JIM: So how exactly did the term “ring rat” come about.

EDNA: Well one day, before an AWA show, I was in the ring with Crusher and Dick the Bruiser. And as they were showing me how they got their ring names,
Wally Karbo runs out and yells at them to get that rat-faced whore out of his ring.

JIM: Geez, that’s awful.

EDNA: He was just upset because I wouldn’t take a shit on his chest. I did a lot of things, but I drew the line at defication.

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh come on, we don’t need to hear this. Where’s security?

COREY TAYLOR: Wait, it’s finally getting interesting.

TOMMY: Ah it’s not so bad once you get used to it.

JIM: You’re messed up man.

TOMMY: Yeah I know.

JIM: Come on Edna, tell us one more lurid tale.

EDNA: Oh alright. There was this one time down in Texas, when I was with the Funk brothers. Now at first, it was the usual deal, where they would take my
butt, and…

However she is interrupted by Dale McDonald, who has a mic.

DALE MCDONALD: This has gone on long enough. Remove yourselves from the ring immediately.

ROB MARTINEZ: About time.

COREY TAYLOR: What authority does he have? He’s just a ref.

JIM: Hey piss off man. This is our segment.

DALE MCDONALD: If you do not remove yourselves, you will be removed by force.

Security guards arrive alongside McDonald.

JIM: If you don’t like this segment, maybe the bookers should have given us a match this week. This is our job, and when we’re not booked, we don’t get
paid. Once was bad enough, but twice is unacceptable. So, from now on we’ll be on every show, one way or another.

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah give him hell Joe.

ROB MARTINEZ: That’s Jim, and I don’t think he should be giving anyone hell. He needs to leave before he gets into trouble.

The security guards have come down to ringside as Tommy takes Edna’s hand and exits. Jim sees them and quickly signs off.

JIM: This has been the Jonas Brothers Smile-Time Variety Hour. Thanks to our guest Edna Glickman. “Adorable Edna: the Original Ring Rat” should be on book
shelves soon.

He drops the mic down and follows Edna and Tommy through the crowd and out of the arena.

ROB MARTINEZ: Well that’s finally over. Let’s get back to the wrestling.

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Those damn Jonas Brothers! We find ourselves at the beginning of the next match!

Chaos wasted no time as he begins pounding away at Zout before the match even begins falling back to his MMA roots and forgetting at least for the time
being about the aerial moves. Zout is trying to fight back but Chaos continues to dominate the early part of this match-up forcing Zout into the corner
with a series of knee and elbow strikes. It’s early in the match but if Chaos doesn’t get something going soon it maybe the end. Chaos takes Zout down
with one of his many Muay Tia kicks and then executes a hurricanna. Zout as well as the fans have been caught off guard by this offensive explosion by
Chaos as he goes for the pin, the ref counts…

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

No somehow Zout kicks out to the surpise of Chaos and the crowd. Zout smartly rolls to the outside to regroup. Chaos only allow Zout a few seconds before
joining him outside of the ring but Zout is too quick and he slides back under the ropes and prepares to hopefully get some offense going. Chaos charges
Zout trying to remain in control of the match he has dominated but Zout moves and takes him down with a backcracker. That one move has just change the
tempo of the match and gave Zout some much need momentum. But the question remains is Zout going to be able to capitalize. He answers that quickly as he
measures Chaos and lands a standing shooting star press as Chaos makes it back to his feet. Zout feels the momentum and the crowd is loving the action
so far. Chaos attempts to go for a strike but right now everything is going right for Zout as he executes a dropkick followed by a Pike Place that takes
Chaos to the mat. Zout looks at

the crowd then looks at the turnbuckle. Sensing it time for a high risk move. Zout climbs to the top as the crowd is loving.
Zout executes the Pacific Plunge but he lands awkwardly and is unable to make the cover right away.Zout makes the cover as the ref counts…

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

No, not this time as Chaos manages to kick out at the very last second. You have to wonder if Zout landing caused him the pin. Zout has no time to dweel
on that as Chaos fights his way back to his feet. Both men are going at it taking to get the momentum back in their favor as this has truly been a back
and forth match. Chaos regains the momentum once again relaying on his MMA background much to the disapproval of the crowd. But Chaos seems to have a new
attitude here as his knees and elbows have once agains given him the advantage. But the advantage is short lived as Zout catches Chaos off guard with a
variation of the “619”. Zout followed that up with a springboard cross body block into a pin as the ref get into position and makes the counts…

ONE!

TWO!

Chaos kicks out again. Zout feeling the momentum goes back to the top turnbuckle to set up another high risk move but Chaos gets back to his feet and joins
Zout on the turnbuckle and the two exchange rights and lefts before Chaos seems to grab he advantage as Zout loses his balance and begins to fall towards
the mat. But as he is falling he manages to lock his legs around Chaos causing both men to hit the mat hard. Alan Stone checks on both men. Both men seem
to be out but he is powerless with Rebel no countout rules. The fans begin to count themselves and as they reach eight we begin to see some movement as
both men try to reach the rope to keep them get up. Chaos is the first to his feet but Zout is not far behind as he nips up as both men try to shake off
the effects of the fall. Chaos looks to gain the advantage with a springboard clothesline but Zout counters with a leg feed enzuigiri that seems at least
temporarily to take Chaos’ breath. Zout looks quickly to captialize climbing to the top turnbuckle for a picture perfect frog splash. Zout makes the cover
as Stone makes the counts…

ONE!

TWO!

Kickout with authority by Chaos who gets to his feet and delivers a spear to Zout who is caught off guard by the surge of offense. Chaos stays on the attack
with a series of knee and elbow strikes once again relying heavily on his MMA background. Chaos once again forces Zout to the ropes this time forcing him
into a turnbuckle before delivering a series of chops. Chaos seems to be setting Zout up for something but in a surpise maybe depression move Zout manages
to do execute a neckbreacker off the second turnbuckle that has once again switched this match which has been not only a back and forth match up but a
battle of styles. Zout stays on the offense with another picture perfect frog splash but this time he doesn’t go for the cover. This time he goes back
to the top turnbuckle to the delight of the fans. But what or should I say who is it we got here as Vincent Black. He just standing there at the foot of
the ring but it was enough to distract Zout just long enough for Chaos to get back to his feet and make it to the ropes to shake Zout off the turnbuckle
causing him to crash and burn onto the mat. Chaos takes quick advantage of the situation by sitting up and executing the Edge Break before delivering the
Chaos theory as Alan Stone makes the count…

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Kickout by Zout by it was too late as Alan Stone raises Danny Chaos’ hand in victory. Vincent Black just smiles and heads back to the locker room.

JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner advancing to the next round of the Aerial Assault tournament… DANNY CHAOS!

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“Dirty Hands, Empty Pockets” by Corrosion of Conformity queues up and Steve Parker struts from the back to a slightly negative reaction. He points and
smiles to fans holding an American flag, probably sure that they brought it for them, never considering that REBEL has a very patriotic base.

JENNY JERSEY: Representing NAPW, he hails from Boston Massachusetts, weighing two hundred and nineteen pounds… “THE STAR SPANGLED SENSATION” STEVE PARKER!

While in mid-pose, Parker’s music fades out, apparently ticking him off…

“Cocky” by Kid Rock hits the speakers!

JENNY JERSEY: From Paducah Kentucky, he weighs in at two hundred and thirty pounds; he is your Rebel Pro Carolinas Champion… “THE SHOW” CHAD KURTIS!

Chad walks down the entrance way, slightly limping, but not seeming to notice or care…

DING DING

The two aerial athletes circle each other, sizing the other up. Collar-and-elbow. Parker, though slightly smaller than Kurtis, pushes him towards the corner
but Kurtis pushes back, then breaks through with a side headlock. Parker reverses into an arm ringer which Kurtis quickly somersaults out of, flipping
Parker, who lands on his feet and applies another arm ringer. Kurtis rolls through, stands and hip tosses Parker to the mat. Parker quickly to his feet,
trips out both of Kurtis’ legs, rolls through for a pinfall attempt but Kurtis immediately kicks out. Both men back up. Kurtis with a kick, caught by Parker.
Enzuigiri… ducked by Parker! But a back kick makes its mark! Parker stumbles back. Kurtis charges. Parker with a drop toe hold that sends Kurtis’ throat
across the ropes! Parker whips Kurtis across the ring. Ducks his head but telegraphs it and Kurtis meets him with a boot to the head! Kurtis off of the
ropes… swinging neckbreaker! Kurtis going up top! But Parker meets him up there. They’re exchanging rights and lefts, rights and lefts! Kurtis with a roaring
elbow! Caught by Parker… Belly-to-Belly Superplex! He drapes an arm…

One! Two! Kickout!

Parker stands, one of Kurtis’ feet in tow and drops an elbow on his knee, then turns it into a kneelock. He is trying to ground The Show who as everyone
knows has a soar ACL! Kurtis struggles to free himself… he reverses into a headscissors on Parker! And he gets to his feet! Arm-drag takedown to Parker
but he is quickly back up! Shoulder block from Parker sends The Show down but he is quickly back up. Headscissors takedown to The Show! Parker with a dropkick
to the back of Kurtis’ knee! He is going for another kneelock but The Show kicks him away! Trips Parker’s legs, quick cover but an immediate roll-out.
Parker stands. Kick to the back of Kurtis’ head! Another… no! Ducked by The Show! The Show rolls to his feet, ducks an axe kick from Parker! Waistlock!
Reversed into another waistlock! Parker with a takedown! He half nelsons The Show over. To his feet. Drops an elbow… misses its mark! The Show to his feet!
Whips Parker… reversed. Parker with a big spinebuster on The Show! Parker going up top for a moonsault… but The Show rolls out of the way! The Show with
an Asai moonsault! Cover!

One! Two! Kickout!

The Show picks up Parker. Irish whip. Ducks down, Parker hops over him, off of the opposite ropes. The Show with a kneelift! Parker stumbles back. Roaring
elbow! Another! A third… blocked by Parker! Parker with an eye gouge! Fist! Fist! Irish whips The Show! Kurtis ducks a clothesline. Kurtis with a Superkick
but Parker catches it! Spins Kurtis around. Clothesline, ducked by The Show! STARMAKER! NO! Parker LANDS ON HIS FEET! Inverted DDT to The Show! Parker
goes up top. This time he hits the Moonsault! Cover!

One! Two! Th—kickout!

Parker is going back up top… Senton Splash! Cover!

One! Two! Th—kickout!

Parker looks frustrated, but… it’s Chad Kurtis. Looks like he is going to try to ground him again. He applies a Sharpshooter! But Kurtis immediately crawls
towards he ropes and breaks the hold! He crawls to the outside, limping slightly. Here comes Parker… Plancha! NO! Kurtis moves out of the way and Parker
crashes into the guard rail! Parker struggles to get to his feet but Kurtis sends him back down with SHOWTIME ON THE CEMENT! HOLY SHIT! He rolls Parker
into the ring. COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE—NO! NO!

KICKOUT!

Kurtis looks frustrated but the Star-Spangled Senstation is one tough SOB! He picks Parker up… going for the CK FINALE! He is having trouble getting him
up because of his ACL… he tries again… but Parker reverses into a back body drop! Kurtis gets up quickly but a clothesline sends him back down! He picks
The Show up… AMERICAN SUPLEX! COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE—NO! NO!

KICKOUT!

Parker argues with the referee, giving Kurtis enough time to roll him up!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

NO!

Parker grabs the rope in the nick of time! He stands up! He delivers big boots to The Show! He picks up Kurtis, whips him from corner to the other, no!
Kurtis reverses! Kurtis runs in… Parker with a springboard back elbow that sends Kurtis down! Parker goes up top… flying elbow drop… no! Kurtis rolls out
of the way! SPRINGBOARD 450! COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

NO!

Parker kicks out at the last second! The fans are going nuts, cheering for both men in this incredible aerial competition! Both men are beyond winded, struggling
to get to their feet. This match will be won by whoever can pull out all stops! The Show gets to his feet first as Parker uses the ropes to stand. The
Show dropkicks Parker to the outside! The Show is limping, definitely showing signs of wear and tear on his knee. But that doesn’t stop him from nailing
Parker with a twisting Plancha! Both men are now on the outside, struggling to get to their feet. Punch! Punch! Both men with tired swings at the other,
none able to land with much effectiveness. Kurtis with a punch… blocked by Parker! Headbutt by Parker! Another! Parker grabs a steel chair, swings it at
Kurtis, Kurtis ducks and the chair hits the ring post! Kurtis grabs Parker’s head and throws it at the ring post, sending him to the ground! Kurtis picks
up Parker… he’s going for the CK Finale on the OUTSIDE! NO! NO! Parker reverses into a HUGE DDT ON THE OUTSIDE! Parker rolls Kurtis into the ring. COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE—NO! NO!

Parker rolls to the outside and rolls a table into the ring. He leans it against the corner. He picks up Kurtis. Irish whip into the table… no! Reversed
by The Show! Parker runs up the table and flips behind The Show! INCREDIBLE! SUPER-SIZED KICK! The Show lands against the table! Parker runs from the corner
with a SPEAR! BUT THE SHOW MOVES! PARKER CRASHES THROUGH THE TABLE! Both men are KNOCKED OUT!

The fans are going NUTS, cheering for this INCREDIBLE MATCH! The Show gets to his feet a split second before Parker does. Kick to the gut! CK FINALE! HE
NAILS IT! He goes to make a cover… but falls right in front of Parker! He crawls towards him… finally drapes an arm!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

NO! NO!

PARKER KICKS OUT! THE SHOW WAS TOO LATE WITH HIS COVER!

The referee checking both men to see if they can go on. Parker is out of it but The Show has some gas left in him. He slowly stands, pulling Parker up with
him. He is bringing him up top! He is going to go for the CK FINALE 2.0! But Parker fires back with some side elbows! Catches The Show in a Cobra Clutch!
COBRA CLUTCH SUPERPLEX! HOLY SHIT! RIGHT INTO THE FREEDOM FRYER!

The Show trying to remove himself from the submission maneuver but how can he?!? He reaches for the ropes, hoping to use their added leverage to break the
hold. He reaches his free arm towards it but he is too far. He crawls, attempting… he is almost there! NO! Parker releases the hold and drags him back
to the center and re-applies it! DEAD CENTER OF THE RING! Kurtis still crawling towards the ropes… almost there… Parker again releases it, drags him back
towards the center! But Kurtis kicks him away! He charges at The Show, attempts the Freedom Fryer again! NO! NO! THE SHOW WITH A SMALL PACKAGE!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

KICKOUT! But is it too late? John Sharplin says it was TOO LATE! This one is over!

JENNY JERSEY: And your winner, who will advance to the Semi-Finals of the Aerial Assault tournament… “THE SHOW” CHAD KURTIS!

The fans erupt in cheers and applause for both men! Sharplin helps Chad Kurtis to his feet and raises his arm in victory. Steve Parker looks shocked that
Kurtis pulled out the win. He gives a disgusted look towards Sharplin, mutters something about a “liberal conspiracy,” then makes his way down the aisle.
The fans give him some serious applause, however, for the INCREDIBLE effort he put forward!

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“Rise Above” by Black Flag cues up and a mix of eighty percent boos and twenty percent undecided responds… out comes Johnny Maverick.

JENNY JERSEY: From Washington DC, he weighs in at two hundred and twenty-five pounds… the challenger.. JOHNNY MAVERICK!

“All Black” by Plies hits the speakers and from the back walks the FORMER enforcer of Young Money. Though the fans aren’t solidly behind him, they are definitely
cheering him more than ever before.

JENNY JERSEY: From Paterson New Jersey, he weighs in at two hundred and eighty-five pounds… the REBEL Pro World Heavyweight Champion…YOUNG MONEY’S…
Err, sorry… it’s just… MACK!

Mack and Johnny Maverick have been absolutely destroying the competition since their entrance to REBEL Pro. Tonight, in the final aftermath of all of the
craziness that Bedlam created, the two will go head to head for the REBEL World Title! Johnny Maverick blatantly advertising his strategy as he is pacing
around Mack with a steel chair in hand. Mack, on the other hand, barely two hours after abandoning Jer$ey and the remnants of Young Money, is apparently
preparing to use nothing but his brute strength and size to take on his opponent.

DING DING Maverick immediately swings the chair at the elbow of Mack (to set up the Perfect Armbar?), but Mack, suprisingly agile, moves out of the way
and fires a shot at the face of Maverick. Another! A knee to the gut of Maverick! Another! Maverick drops the chair and Mack brings down big forearm shots
on the small of the back of his challenger. Maverick springs up! A flurry of fists at Mack! Irish whip. Mack reverses! Maverick off of the ropes. Big Boot!
But it’s ducked by Maverick! Maverick flies off of the opposite ropes with a cross-body block that takes the champ down! He quickly gets to his feet and
immediately goes for the steel chair. He swings it down at the arm of Mack but Mack moves it just in time. He tries to get up but Maverick brings it down
across his back! But that doesn’t stop Mack from getting to his feet! Mack seizes Maverick by his throat… he’s going for his finisher this early! NO!
NO! Maverick with a kick to the BALLS of MACK! Mack doubles over! Maverick swings the chair across his back! Again! And Mack falls to the ground!

The fans are booing the hell out of Johnny Maverick and seemingly getting behind Mack. It will take some time, but given what happened earlier with Jer$ey,
they are willing to give him a chance. A few people are chanting his name, trying to get him to rise to his feet as Maverick raises the chair above his
head. He swings it down and it nails the elbow of Mack! Mack grabs his elbow in serious pain, rolling around on the mat. Maverick looks out at the booing
fans with a sadistic smile. He wraps the wounded arm in the chair but Mack fires at him with an eye gouge! The former Young Money enforcer still has some
tricks in his sleeve! Mack gets to his feet as Maverick tends to his eye. And Mack has the chair in hand! BAM! Across the forehead of Maverick! Maverick
falls to the ground. Mack picks him up. Big side suplex! Picks him back up, snap mares the challenger over his shoulder. Mack runs off of the ropes and
boots the back of Maverick’s head! And he drops a knee across his forehead! A cover but a quick kick out by the challenger!

Mack picks up Maverick, throws his head into the turnbuckle. Now he’s RAMMING his shoulder into the gut of Maverick! Three, four, five times! Irish whip
from corner to corner… NO! Maverick reverses into a short-arm clothesline… but it doesn’t take the big man down! Maverick off of the ropes… axe kick
takes the big man down! And a cover! One! Two–kickout! Maverick picks Mack up and immediately hooks a waistlock. He’s going for a German suplex! What
ambition–trying to German suplex MACK! BUT HE DOES IT! Maverick climbs up the top rope as Mack slowly climbs to his feet. Top-rope palm to the face! Cover!

One!

Two!

Th–kickout! Maverick back to his feet. Elbow drop. Another. Another! He picks up Mack… Mack with an elbow to the gut! Another! A third! Mack off of the
ropes and a BIG shoulder block takes Maverick down. Both men to their feet. Collar-and-elbow! Mack backs Maverick into the corner. He slaps his chest!
Again! Whips him across the ring! Runs in for a splash… Maverick gets a foot up! Bulldog to the World Champion! Maverick grabs that chair again. He puts
Mack’s arm in it. Steps on it! Again! Again! And again! Not only does that set Mack up for the Perfect Armbar, but it makes it very difficult for Mack
to hit the Lights Out chokeslam!

Maverick pulls Mack to his feet. Arm ringer… PERFECT ARMBAR! NO! Before Maverick can execute it, Mack pulled a Lariat out of thin air! Here comes Spyke
Gein into the ring! He grabs the steel chair and swings it at Mack but Mack grabs it from him! BAM! Gein falls to the mat! Maverick gets to his feet. Mack
hoists Gein up in the air… throws him right at Maverick! Gein lands on top of Maverick! Mack grabs Gein and tosses him over the top-rope. Maverick climbs
to his feet… Mack with a Gorilla Press! He holds him up high! He waits for Gein to stand… then tosses the Number One Contender over the top-rope right
into Gein! Listen to these fans really getting behind Mack! Mack nods at them solemnly, his mind clearly focused on the task at hand. He goes outside the
ring. Mack grabs Maverick, whips him right into the guard rail! Rolls him back into the ring… Spyke Gein with a LOW BLOW to MACK! That gives Maverick
a chance to run off of the ropes, across the ring and deliver a MEAN baseball slide dropkick to the face of Mack! Maverick grabs the steel chair. CHAIR
HUCK TO THE FACE OF MACK! Gein laughing maniacally and stomping review my canadian pharmacy away at Mack. He picks up Mack and rolls him into the ring. Maverick with a cover.

One!

Two!

Thr–kickout by Mack!

Both Rejects now laying the boots to a fallen Mack as he does his best to try to stand, albeit unsuccessfully. Finally they get him up, they both Irish
whip him across the ring. He hits the ropes, bounces off… double clothesline, ducked by Mack! Off of the opposite ropes. He goes for two clotheslines
of his own but the Rejects duck them both. Kicks to the gut! Double Brainbuster! Cover by Maverick!

One!

Two!

Thr–kickout by Mack!

Maverick and Gein both go upstairs. Maverick is going to power bomb Gein onto the World Champion! HOLY SHIT! Mack gets to his feet and catches Gein in an
ABSOLUTELY VICIOUS Neckbreaker! Maverick with a cross body block… caught by Mack! Turned into a Running Powerslam! COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE–KICKOUT BY MAVERICK!

Mack throws Gein to the outside! He picks up Maverick… he’s going for the Lights Out! He seizes his throat with both arms! But Maverick kicks him in the
gut! Then elbows his face… PERFECT ARMBAR! Maverick takes Mack to his knees with an arm ringer…but Mack reaches his hand up… SINGLE-ARM CHOKE SLAM!
COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

NO! KICKOUT BY MAVERICK!

Mack goes to the outside. Now he has that steel chair from earlier! He climbs back into the ring as Maverick slowly climbs to his feet… CHAIR HUCK TO
MAVERICK! Maverick falls to the ground! Mack picks him up… LIGHTS OUT!

Here comes Jer$ey!

ONE!

Jer$ey is in the ring!

TWO!

Jer$ey about to kick Mack’s back!

…THREE!

But he’s too late! MACK RETAINS!

JENNY JERSEY: And your winner… and STILL REBEL Pro World Heavyweight Champion… MACK!

Mack grabs the World Title from John Sharplin as Jer$ey approaches him! The fans are now SOLIDLY behind Mack as Jer$ey is in his face, yelling at him, berating
him, threatening him… BAM! Jer$ey is NAILED with the World Title! Mack holds the title high up in the air!

What a show!

That’s it!

Goodnight from REBEL Pro!

Red, White, and Bruised 2009
07/07/2009

“I’m A Rebel” begins to die down and the fans are already in their seat ready for this action. Jenny gets up from the announce table where she had been
talking to Rob Martinez and the fans seated near the announce table. She walks to the ring and steps under the second rope, to the delight of the men in
the crowd and now Jenny Jersey is standing in the center of the ring as the Rebel Pro song dies away.

“REBEL PRO! REBEL PRO! REBEL PRO! REBEL PRO! REBEL PRO! REBEL PRO! REBEL PRO! REBEL PRO! REBEL PRO! REBEL PRO!”

Jenny stands there allowing the fans to get pumped up, she holds up her hand after a minute and they quiet down.

“Are you ready for some action?!”

They shout that indeed they are ready for some action.

“But first, there is a bit of bad news. Earlier this afternoon on his way to the arena, Jacob Vena was injured in an automobile accident.”

The crowd hushes, in shock.

“As last week, the match should go to Eli Storm, but Mr. Storm got lost on his way to the arena and did not make it to the arena on time for the contract
signing.”

The crowd gives a little chuckle, but they are worried about Bird of Prey.

“With that being said, the match between Bird of Prey and Eli Storm, has been ruled a no contest and neither wrestler will advance to the second round.
We were informed that Jacob might possibly return at Underground, but nothing is confirmed yet, follow the website for any details, we will post them as
they become available.”

“GET WELL SOON! GET WELL SOON! GET WELL SOON! GET WELL SOON! GET WELL SOON! GET WELL SOON! GET WELL SOON!”

Jenny pulls the microphone back up to her lips.

“But tonight we have many excit…”

“Heavy Metal Machine” hits the speakers interrupting Jenny in mid sentence, and from the back with a microphone in his hand and his standard steel chair
is Mikey Massacre. He stomps up the steps, paying no attention to the loud boos of the crowd. Mikey stands inside the ring, the microphone in his hand.
Mikey: “Come on Hostile, you’ve ran your mouth. Now come out and let your fists do the talking.”

“Five Minutes Alone” blares, from the back Hostile calmly walks, a smirk on his face. He continues on down to the ring as Mikey drops the microphone; he
dives through the ropes with the steel chair in his hand.

ROB MARTINEZ: We’ve got an in prompt match here!

COREY TAYLOR: Hell yeah!

DING DING

From the back rushes Jimmy Johnson to officiate this match. Massacre is on top of Hostile with rights and rights, and a few lefts. He is pounding away into
Hostile’s skull with ferocity and precision. Hostile rolls him over, they are now up against the railing. Hostile places a knee into Mikey’s crotch and
takes the steel chair to plant in Mikey’s skull busting him open early on. Hostile looks down at the trickle of blood on Mikey’s forehead before slapping
Mikey’s face leaving a bloody imprint of his hand on Mikey’s cheek. Mikey reaches up putting a thumb on either side of Hostile’s mouth and pulling them
apart, Hostile moans from the pain and forces Mikey’s hands down away from his mouth.

ROB MARTINEZ: Mikey is a saddistic wrestler.

COREY TAYLOR: Mikey is a strategic fighter.

Mikey rolls Hostile over into the middle of the entrance way pounding away at his head before Hostile throws him off and pulls himself up to a vertical
base. Hostile with a big boot sends Mikey to lay back on his back, Hostile with an elbow stops Mikey from rising back up and fighting back. He grabs Mikey
by the hair on his head throwing it into the ring steps. NO! Mikey blocks the head into steps and elbows Hostile in the midsection DDTing him onto the
corner of the steps instead. Hostile is busted open on the forehead as well and Mikey is actually laughing here as he picks up the ring steps, slamming
them down onto Hostile’s skull, Hostile doesn’t move. Mikey picks the steps up again and backs up, but NO! Hostile trips Mikey by grabbing his foot and
Mikey slams face first into the steps, causing the gash in his forehead to bleed heavier; Mikey is wearing a crimson mask. Hostile is smiling as he gets
to his knees, he lifts the steps up, throwing them into the ring where Jimmy Johnson just does get out of the way.

ROB MARTINEZ: These fans here are loving this opening surprise matchup.

COREY TAYLOR: I’m loving it myself.

Hostile digs under the ring bringing out some barbed wire, he whips Mikey’s back leaving his shirt in strips, through which you can see the torn flesh beneath.
Mikey with a mule kick to Hostile’s balls stops the whipping and he turns over to plant a double foot thrust into Hostile’s midsection. Mikey up with a
side headlock ramming Hostile’s head right into the metal ringpost. He hooks Hostile up, vertical suplex onto the railing, Hostile may be broken in half!
Mikey grabs a steel chair that a fan just vacated to toss it inside the ring from the guardrailing. Mikey grabs Hostile in position for a piledriver, but
instead falls forward driving Hostile into the empty chairs, the fans stand around watching the action right here practically in their laps. Mikey isn’t
laughing, he isn’t smiling, he appears to be all business here. He scoots the chairs back together and pulls Hostile back up for another move like before,
but instead from the hight of the chairs. Hostile scissors his legs, comes back down, and back body drops Mikey’s back onto the railing. Mikey has got
to be broken in half!

ROB MARTINEZ: To not know they were gonna fight tonight, these two aren’t holding anything back!

COREY TAYLOR: These two are fighting for supremacy between Young Money and FTC.

Mikey falls on the ring side of the guardrailing and Hostile pulls himself up to a kneeling position. He steps over the railing, blood streaming down his
face to cover his chest and drip onto the floor. He stomps on the back of Mikey’s skull before whipping him into the ring apron. He charges in, but Mikey
with another mulekick stops his charge. Mikey turns around *WHACK!* a chair shot right to Hostile’s face. Mikey tosses the steel chair back in the ring.
Clothesline takes Hostile down to the mat. Mikey climbs onto the apron, far away from Hostile. He runs, leaping into the air with a Cactus Jack type elbow
drop, but Hostile moves and Mikey elbow drops the thin padding.

ROB MARTINEZ: Mikey’s elbow slammed into that thin padding.

COREY TAYLOR: Crash and burn.

Hostile whips Mikey into the announce table and Rob Martinez and Corey Taylor have an extreme close up of the action. Hostile slams Mikey’s face into the
table splattering it with his blood. Hostile smiles as he jerks the headphones off of Rob Martinez to choke Mikey with the cord. Mikey throws a right jab
into his midsection stopping him before he could choke him out. Scoop slam and Hostile is on the table. Mikey climbs onto the table, double underhook,
and he drives Hostile through the announce table.

COREY TAYLOR: Holy…..

Rob and Corey dive out of the way as Mikey pulls Hostile back up to his feet, slamming his head into the ring apron. Here come Mack and Jer$ey from the
back, Mack stops to pick up the barbed wire. Wait! Here comes the other members of FTC, Vincent Black and Cuzin’ Zeke! Black and Mack begin to trade blows
on the outside and as Jer$ey tosses the barbed wire into the ring, Zeke levels him with a clubbing forearm which sends him rolling under the bottom rope.
Zeke follows in after him. He boots Jer$ey in the ribs as he gets up to his hands and knees. Mikey and Hostile are now throwing rights and lefts with the
same amount of energy as when they started. Blood droplets are flying to land on the canvas from the blows of these two men. Hostile clotheslines Mikey
down to the canvas and he grabs the strand of barbed wire. Hostile begins to wrap his foot with the sharp wire, intending to stomp it into Mikey’s already
bleeding and torn flesh. Jer$ey is getting up to his hands and knees and Hostile punts Jer$ey in the head with the barbed wire covered boot. Mikey leaps
from the top turnbuckle with a forearm to take out Mack, Vincent just laughs. Both Vincent and Mikey get back inside the ring and these four men stand
tall looking down at the bleeding Jer$ey and the somewhat broken Rebel Pro World Champion Mack. Young Money has just lost Hostile, but FTC, just got themselves
another member. What will Young Money do now? And who can stop FTC?

FTC climb out of the ring and walk to the back. After a few minutes Jer$ey and Mack get up, Mack helping his boss out of the ring as they look to the curtains
where FTC must be, Jer$ey is bleeding heavily from the wounds on his head. Rob and Corey sit back down, their table restored to working condition, but
not perfect.

ROB MARTINEZ: Folks, we are back after a temporary abscence.

COREY TAYLOR: That crazy bastard destroyed our announce table, we had to rebuild it ourselves.

ROB MARTINEZ: What do you expect, we don’t have staff for everything.

COREY TAYLOR: Larry’s got money, tell him to hire someone.

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“The Monster’s Loose” by Meat Loaf blasts through the speakers and to a big ovation comes a big man, Matthew Kurtis.

JENNY JERSEY: From Wickliffe Kentucky, he stands at six feet eleven inches and weighs in at three hundred and twenty pounds… MATTHEW KURTIS!

Matthew walks down to the ring and steps over the top rope to await Johnny Maverick.

ROB MARTINEZ:Matthew Kurtis looks ticked off.

COREY TAYLOR: He always looks ticked off. Bet he wears a Xtra large boxer short and he could only find a medium; that is enough to piss anyone off.

“Rise Above” by Black Flag hits the speakers and from the back to a moderate mixture of hatred and cheers is the Rebel Pro #1 Contender, Johnny Maverick.
JENNY JERSEY: From Washington DC, he stands at six feet two inches and weighs in at two hundred and twenty-five pounds… your Rebel Pro #1 Cup holder…
JOHNNY MAVERICK!

Johnny rolls under the bottom rope picking up the cup to hold it high up over his head.

DING DING

ROB MARTINEZ: Here we go.

A classic David/Goliath match-up as Johnny Maverick attempts to defend his Contender Trophy against “The Bluegrass Badass” himself AND tries to cement himself
on the REBEL Pro roster and prove he is not a fluke. The two men lock-up in the middle of the ring and Kurtis takes an immediate advantage with several
knees to the gut followed by forearm shots to the back. He whips Maverick off of the ropes, but Maverick reverses! And runs forward and clotheslines the
big man to the outside! He follows him out, grabs a steel chair as Kurtis stands… chair huck! Kurtis falls as Maverick grabs a second chair. He ignores
the booing fans and throws it at Kurtis as he stands! This time Kurtis grabs it! And he throws it back! But Maverick catches it! He runs forward and PLOWS
Kurtis with it, immediately drawing blood and sending the former tag team champion to the cement. Maverick climbs onto the ring apron… moonsault to the
Bluegrass Badass! Maverick is totally dominating the beginning of the match! He picks up the Badass and rolls him into the ring. He makes a cover.

COREY TAYLOR: And Johnny here with the win this early.

One! Two! Th—kickout by Kurtis!

ROB MARTINEZ: Not yet he hasn’t.

Maverick looking very good in this match thus far. He applies a Boston Crab to his opponent, trying to permanently ground his opponent! He wrenches back
on it, applying as much weight as possible! But Kurtis uses his huge, powerful legs to push Maverick away from him! Kurtis slowly stands… only to feel
a jawbreaker from Maverick! He stumbles back… Maverick knocks him down with a HUGE lariat! Maverick goes to the outside, finds another steel chair and
brings it into the ring. Kurtis stands… CHAIR SHOT! But Kurtis doesn’t fall! CHAIR SHOT! Finally Kurtis falls! But Maverick isn’t done… another chair shot!
ANOTHER! Kurtis oozing blood as Maverick goes up top with the steel chair. Flying guillotine leg drop WITH THE CHAIR! He could easily go for a cover now…
but instead he goes for the Perfect Armbar! And it’s futile because Matthew Kurtis knocked out!

ROB MARTINEZ: I think Kurtis is knocked out!

The referee raises his arm once. Twice. Three times!

COREY TAYLOR: I know he is.

Maverick retains his Trophy! As the referee raises his arm, he grabs a microphone.

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match and still #1 Contender… Johnny Maverick!

ROB MARTINEZ: Johnny retains against big odds.

COREY TAYLOR: Shut up, Mr. Number One has got something to say.

JOHNNY MAVERICK: Well, it’s no surprise that I successfully defended my Trophy. My next stop? The REBEL Pro World Heavyweight Title. Mack, I’m coming after
you next week. REBEL, you can have your damn Trophy back because I won’t need it anymore! Next week, Johnny Maverick is your NEW REBEL Pro World Heavyweight
Champion!

ROB MARTINEZ: Mack had better watch out, Johnny just showed that he isn’t afraid of the big man and Matthew is about as big as they come.

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Intermission

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The crowd is buzzing after intermission. Jenny Jersey steps into the ring to the cheers of the rowdy REBEL fans.

JENNY JERSEY: At this time, please welcome our special guest tonight, from New Alberta Pro Wrestling, Donovan Astros!

A very mixed reaction from the crowd as Donovan Astros steps through the curtain sans music. Astros is carrying the King of Old School trophy with him,
which doesn’t make the crowd any happier, because everyone knows where that trophy’s going. Astros climbs into the ring and sets the trophy down in the
middle of it, before asking for the microphone from Jenny Jersey.

ASTROS: Now, I know a lot of you have been fans of REBEL Pro since the very beginning and know that I’ve had a lot of… less than pleasant things to say
about this company and you fans. While some of you may think an apology for my words and actions in the past is appropriate, I don’t, frankly.

The crowd is very confused by Astros’s words and the boos start to fly.

ASTROS: Give me just a minute, please. If I came here and started apologizing left and right for things that, deep in my heart, I believed… that’d be
an insult to you guys and myself. I’m not a fan of the hardcore style that you all love down here, and you’re probably not the biggest fans of the technical
style that makes NAPW great. So I’m not going to insult you by saying that I love REBEL and making this out to be a giant schmooze-fest. I don’t think
that’s in the REBEL spirit.

Some respectful clapping in the audience.

ASTROS: Now, a couple weeks back, NAPW hosted the King of Old School tournament over two nights, a challenge to every wrestler in NAPW and REBEL to come
up to Alberta and prove that they’re the best. A couple of REBEL’s wrestlers were excited at the chance, but one of the guys here who’s been spitting on
the image of professional wrestling decided to come up and take his grudge on the fans that pay his wages and the boys who actually want to be the best
and not tear down this sport… one guy decided to insult my promotion and me personally. And, unfortunately, he won the King of Old School tournament.
So I’m here tonight to pay out my end of the wager and award him with his trophy in person.

The crowd boos again. They don’t want to see this individual get his due.

ASTROS: Mikey Massacre, come on out here so you can get your trophy.

“WE’RE THE METAL! IN THEIR METAL MACHINES!”

Astros shakes his head in disgust as Mikey Massacre steps through the curtail, gloating in the entranceway, soaking in every last jeer from the jam-packed
REBEL audience. Deep down inside, you wonder if Astros sees a lot of his past in Mikey Massacre’s present. Massacre slides under the bottom rope and poses
on the turnbuckle, more hatred cascading his way. Astros claps mockingly.

ASTROS: Mikey, I didn’t think you could pull it off. I didn’t think it was possible. Hell, I gave every wrestler in NAPW incentive to make sure it didn’t
happen, but in the end, Mikey Massacre, you won the King of Old School tournament. I’m not sure how you did it, though. Maybe it was the handful of tights…
the brass knuckles… the exposed turnbuckle… or the help of Evan Cartwright… maybe it was one of those, Mikey.

MIKEY: Handful of tights? Brass knuckles? Exposed turnbuckle? Evan Cartwright?

Mikey looks down at the ground, one hand on his hip, thinking deeply.

MIKEY: What the (BLEEP) did you expect from me, Astros? What the (BLEEP) did you think I would do? When you laid down that challenge, you knew damn well
what I was capable of, so don’t try to qualify my victory with Barry Bonds asterisks! I defied the odds you stacked against me. I PROVED and EARNED my
place in history. So, you backstepping has-been, do as you promised! DO IT!

Astros shakes his head and laughs.

ASTROS: Alright, alright… I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I doubted the lengths you’d go to to win the King of Old School tourney. I’m sorry that the man that
wil have this trophy sitting in their home is such a bitter, self-absorbed piece of garbage. I’m sorry that NAPW fans had to see you wrestler. But most
of all, Mikey? I’m sorry you can’t be happy with your lot in life. Here you go, Mikey, the spoils of your hard-earned victory.

Astros hands the King of Old School trophy over to Mikey. Mikey raises the trophy high in the air to thunderous booing. He smiles, rubbing the trophy with
his shirt as if to shine it… but suddenly his smile turns to a look of anger and he throws it down to the floor, where it splinters into several pieces.
He jumps back into the ring as the booing intensifies.

MIKEY: See what I’ve done, Astros? I’ve taken your entire concept, your idealization of this industry, I’ve taken it all… and I’ve gone right ahead and
shit on it. You know why? You know why, Astros? Because it’s a crock of shit. Old school because of submission matches? Or collar matches? Or because of
Pure Honor? No, no, no… if you want old school, you have to destroy this industry and rebuild it from the grassroots. What you are tried to do was too
little, too late… this industry is DONE. Either you realize that your entire life has been a waste, that your current job is nothing but a scam… or
else you are as stupid as most of the people backstage and all of these fans.

ASTROS: Nothing but a scam, Mikey? You’ve missed the boat. Old school isn’t about stipulations like that. Old school is about putting two people in the
ring that would like nothing better than to tear each other apart and giving them the means and structure to do it. Old school sure the hell isn’t about
shaking each other’s hand, it isn’t about showing respect, it’s about fighting for your pride, your manhood, and to hold that big gold belt and tell the
world that, yessir, I am the God damned best in the world today. Why did I put a bounty on you, Mikey? Cause I don’t like you one God damned bit!

The crowd cheers at that statement… someone who sees it their way for a change.

ASTROS: But I didn’t just come to the Carolinas to give you a trophy and the congratulations you deserve. Things have changed since your little adventure.
And I’m not issuing any more challenges to anyone else as the commissioner of NAPW… this is a challenge from me to you, Mikey, man to man, wrestler to
wrestler.

The crowd is stunned as they haven’t heard the news. Murmurs run through the crowd… “wrestler?”

ASTROS: That’s right, Mikey, the greatest wrestler on God’s green Earth is back and I’m calling you out! September 15, NAPW and REBEL cross paths one more
time for a supershow, and I want you! One on one, no titles, no props, no hardcore, no Pure Honor, just two guys that wanna shut the other up… if you’ve
got the balls, Mikey, you’ll accept!

Mikey looks absolutely shocked, struggling to find a response.

MIKEY: …that’s a long time away, Astros… I mean, who knows what could happen between now and then… I mean, um, I might have to defend my tag titles…
or… hell, I might be REBEL World Champion by then… I might have ended REBEL Pro by then! I…

Mikey looks around as the crowd boos his weak responses. Someone tries and is marginally successful with a “Pussy” chant.

MIKEY: Wait! Why the (BLEEP) am I thinking of excuses? I don’t need one! Bottom line is you run NAPW and I run REBEL Pro… and the way I figure it, I’m
the (BLEEP) King of Old School, the REBEL Pro World Tag Team Champion, the future REBEL Pro World Champion, the Beginning of the End, the head of the greatest
and most purposeful faction in wrestling history… and WHO THE (BLEEP) ARE YOU? A wrestler who was too scared to keep wrestling so he got a (BLEEP) desk
job? I know one thing: the SuperShow will feature Mikey Massacre. But it will feature Mikey Massacre wrestling someone on his level–well, no one exists
on his level–so someone a notch or two beneath him–but you, Astros? You’re not even close. Maybe a year or two ago you’d have a claim… but now? You’re
a (BLEEP) secretary… So, your answer, man to man, wrestler to wrestler is… NO.

Incredible booing ensues. The “Pussy” chant builds up. Mikey gives a finger to the crowd.

ASTROS: Too scared to keep wrestling… too scared? I’m the man that stood up to Terry Brandon! I’m the man that beat the unbeatable! Ended the reign of
Ravager! Said the things people didn’t want to hear! Did the things that they didn’t want to see! And in the end, I won every last man, woman, and child
back over and you know why, Mikey? It’s certainly NOT because I was scared. The only man in this ring that’s scared… is you.

Astros waits again as the “PUSSY” chant gets louder and louder.

ASTROS: I might be mistaken, Mikey, but Charlotte, North Carolina thinks you’re a pussy.

HUGE pop as Mikey’s jaw drops in shock and anger.

ASTROS: It’s ok, though, Mikey… the water’s a little scary in the deep end and you don’t wanna jump off just yet. I understand. So what I’m gonna do is
this… every week, every REBEL show, the fans are going to remind you of just exactly what you are. Then I’m gonna be back here on August 11, and by that
time having 300 people call you a pussy night in and night out might change your mind.

Astros reaches down and grabs the faceplate from the smashed King of Old School trophy at his feet as the crowd continues to chant “PUSSY!” at Mikey Massacre.
Astros rolls out of the ring leaving Mikey to hear the cacophony, egged on by the former two-time NAPW World Champ.

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“Stronger” By Kanye West hits the speakers and from the back to a huge amount of boos is Eric Thompson; he looks shocked at the boos, but catches himself
quickly.

JENNY JERSEY: From Wall Street, he stands at six feet even and weighs in at two hundred and twenty-three pounds, The Richest SOB on the Planet today…
ERIC THOMPSON!

Eric climbs through the ropes to await his opponent in Chad Kurtis.

“Cocky” by Kid Rock hits the speakers and from the back to a big ovation is perhaps the Rebel Pro fan’s favorite to win the tournament Chad Kurtis.

JENNY JERSEY: From Paducah Kentucky, he stands at six feet three inches and weighs in at two hundred and thirty pounds; he is your Rebel Pro Carolinas Champion…
“THE SHOW” CHAD KURTIS!

Chad walks down the entrance way, his eyes on his opponent before sliding into the ring.

COREY TAYLOR: Chad looks weak and feeble if you ask me.

ROB MARTINEZ: Good thing no one did, huh?

DING DING

Chad Kurtis circles Eric Thompson, clearly not the quick and agile and Show we are used to, but still a man quicker than most professional wrestlers. Thompson
smartly goes for his legs, going right after his ACL, but Kurtis was prepared for such a move and sprawls on top of the millionaire wrestler. Kurtis takes
him down to the mat, stands and drops an immediate elbow on his back. Up and a second elbow. Thompson gets to his feet as Kurtis flies against the ropes…
dropkick sends Thompson down! Thompson up, Kurtis Irish whips him across the ring. Ducks his head for a back body drop but Thompson gives him a boot to
the head. The Show staggers back. Thompson with a clothesline, ducked by Kurtis. Kurtis with a kick, caught by Thompson. Mean enziguiri from The Show to
his opponent! Off of the ropes… rolling knee drop to Thompson and a cover!

ROB MARTINEZ: Early cover here.

One! Two! Thr—kickout!

COREY TAYLOR: Eric is too good to be pinned this early.

The Show slows down the pace of the match with a sleeper while Thompson is seated on the mat. Thompson slowly rises. He snapmares Kurtis to the mat. Mean
kick to the back of Kurtis’ head! He pulls Kurtis up but The Show fires at his midsection with a series of elbows. Off of the ropes… cross body block takes
Thompson down! Kurtis goes up top… senton splash! Cover!

ROB MARTINEZ: Another cover from Chad.

One! Two! Thr—NO! Kickout.

COREY TAYLOR: Again, Eric too good.

The Show picks up his opponent, pushes him into the corner, whips him across the ring. Thompson hits the corner hard, stumbles forward as Kurtis goes outside
to the ring apron. Springboard dropkick sends Thompson down! Goes outside to the apron… Prime Time Splash! Cover! One! Two! Three! NO! Foot on the ropes!
He drags Thompson to the middle… Thompson with a low blow! Another! A THIRD! The Show falls to the mat… and Thompson applies an Indian leglock, applying
pressure on the ACL! Forget the fact this is an Aerial Assault match, Thompson is trying to ground his opponent! Kurtis in a world of pain… but he is able
to reverse the move into a Triangle Choke! Will Thompson submit? No! No! He manages to escape the hold with some elbows and gets to his feet. The Show
beats him though and greets him with some roaring elbows! The Show sends him off of the ropes… swinging neckbreaker! Now Kurtis is going up top… Best Moonsault
Ever onto his downed opponent! Cover!

ROB MARTINEZ: Chad with yet another cover.

One! Two! Three!

COREY TAYLOR: He held the tights, I swear it!

ROB MARTINEZ: You sir, are a liar.

DING! DING! DING!

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match and advancing to the second round of the 2009 Aerial Assault tournament… The Show… Chad Kurtis!

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Enrique Rodriguez’s music is supposed to hit the speakers, but ever since the announce table was destroyed, the technical aspect of the show hasn’t been
the same. He, however, walks from the back to a mixed reaction with it being a bit heavier on the cheers than boos for this former Rebel Pro superstar.
He looks a bit perplexed as he walks down to the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: Welcome… ring… six fee… weighs… pound… ENRIQUE RO…!

A man comes through the crowd to try and either fix the electronics permantly or temporarily, he stands up wearing a Rebel Pro shirt; he nods to Jenny beside
the announce table.

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and Gentlemen, we apologize for the technical difficulties, hopefully we have them fixed. Thank you for your patience.

“Dirty Hands, Empty Pockets (Already Gone)” by Corrosion of Conformity queues up and the problem seems to be fixed. Steve Parker walks from the back to
a mixed reaction, heavier on the booing side of things.

JENNY JERSEY: Representing NAPW, he hails from Boston Massachusetts, he stands at five feet ten inches, weighing two hundred and nineteen pounds… “THE
STAR SPANGLED SENSATION” STEVE PARKER!

DING DING Parker and Rodriguez goe for a lock up, but Rodriguez is having none of it, he throws a right hand catching Steve squarely in the mouth. Rodriguez
with another right hand, a third and this isn’t an aerial match, but a fist fight. Steve with a right hand of his own making sure that he isn’t totally
dominated by Rodriguez. Parker slams a knee into Rodriguez’s midsection slamming a knee into his down turned face and Rodriguez is hurting quickly. Parker
shoves him backwards into the corner, Parker backs up delivering a body splash to his opponent in the corner before flipping him out of the corner with
a monkey flip. Parker ascends the turnbuckles diving with a elbow drop catching Rodriguez in the chest with the point of his elbow. Steve makes the cover,
there is referee Dale McDonald to make count.

One… Tw– Enrique kicks out easily enough.

ROB MARTINEZ: Steve had some harsh words for the returning Enrique Rodriguez.

COREY TAYLOR: He must have meant them or else he wouldn’t have said them.

Steve pulls him up, Enrique throws a big right hand into Parker’s midsection doubling him over. Enrique with a European uppercut throws him backwards. Enrique
throws him over the top rope and to the outside. With a bit of a running start, Enrique grabs the top rope launching himself over the top rope with a plancha
that catches the rising Steve Parker sending him back down to the floor. Enrique throws right fist after right fist into Parker’s face keeping him pinned
down to the mat. Enrique pulls up the thin matting revealing the concrete floor beneath, he tosses it back from the torn up spot. Scoop slam and Steve
is slammed onto the exposed concrete, Enrique looks up to the top turnbuckle, and to a fan with their steel chair held out, it is the mustached man from
Parker’s video. Enrique takes the chair, placing it over Steve’s upturned face before he climbs to the top turnbuckle nimbly. Enrique leaps from the top
turnbuckle with a corkscrew back flip landing right on the steel chair, the only bad thing is that Parker had rolled out of the way. Enrique holds himself,
he is hurting something fierce right now.

ROB MARTINEZ: That has got to hurt.

COREY TAYLOR: Crash and burn.

Parker jumps into the air coming down with a leg drop onto Enrique’s neck. He pulls him up, Irish whip into the railing, Parker with a savat kick nearly
decapitates Enrique, which would have ended the match early. Parker lands on one knee,sweeping Enrique down to allow his face to land on the steel chair,
the smack is heard ten rows back. Enrique is holding at his face from the pain, Parker with another leg drop sends his face back onto the chair. Parker
lifts him up and Enrique is bleeding from the forehead, Irish whip into the ringpost, reversal and Parker’s mouth kisses the post hard. Parker spits out
a little blood from his mouth, Enrique hooks Steve up with an upside down fireman’s carry, spins him, neckbreaker onto the concrete. Rodriguez lays there
breathing heavily, Parker lays there breathing heavily, the crowd is on their feet. Enrique rolls over to pull himself up with the assistance of the guardrail
around ringside. He looks back and Parker is pulling himself up with the help of the ring apron. Parker turns, Rodriguez with a clothesline, but Parker
ducks, lifting up and Enrique is sent over his head. Enrique lands feet first on the apron after a mid air twist, he steps onto Parker’s shoulders, drops
into a seated position, hurricanrana ionto the matting.

“HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!”

COREY TAYLOR: I have to agree there, that was an amazing move.

ROB MARTINEZ: I’m pretty much speechless, especially since Enrique is getting back up.

Enrique looks to the crowd, who are all still standing, and pulls a ladder from under the ring, he slides it into the ring. Enrique looks under the ring
as well and pulls not one, but two tables out from under the ring. He lifts Steve up, throws a forearm into his bleeding mouth, and rolls him inside the
ring. Enrique grabs the steel chair and chunks it into the ring as well, he hasn’t forgotten Rebel Pro has no rules. Steve is laying there near the ropes,
Enrique jumps to the middle rope, holds the top rope, and flips himself over with a leg drop across Parker’s throat, but he is too close to make a cover.
Enrique pulls the Star Spangled Sensation up to his feet, shoving him backwards into the corner with a forearm blow to the mouth. Enrique charges with
a body splash, but Parker back body drops him over the top rope to the… apron? Enrique lands on the apron, but Parker quickly turns around with a right
hand causing Enrique to barely stand on the apron, but Rodriguez is holding the top rope for balance. Parker with a swift toe kick through the roeps and
Enrique’s hold is slipping a bit. Parker with another swift kick, he leaps up to the top turnbuckle, flies across Enrique with a back kick to Rodriguez’s
temple and Enrique falls to the floor as Steve manages to hold on to the top rope and stay on the apron. Parker sets up one of the tables in the center
of the ring, he sets up the second table right beside it. He looks over the top rope to the outside and sees Rodriguez starting to move, but it is slow
enough that he goes back to the center of the ring. Parker lifts up the second table and places it on top of the first one, sliding it closer to the corner
near where Rodriguez is stirring on the outside. Parker leans over the top rope, fire extinguisher to the face, the blast of the contents of the fire extinguisher
blinds Parker and Rodriguez is smiling. He peppers Steve with a few fists before pulling the blinded Parker up to the top rope with him. Enrique looks
to the tables and smiles. Both men stand on the top rope and Enrique shoves Steve backwards, but in mid-flight Parker turns it into a small package slamming
Enrique’s shoulders through both tables and they land with Rodriguez’s shoulders pinned to the canvas in the middle of the debris. Dale McDonald slides
into position.

“HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!”

COREY TAYLOR: Damn!

One… Two… Three.

DING! DING! DING!

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match and advancing to the second round of the Aerial Assault 2009 tournament… “The Star Spangled Sensation” Steve Parker!
Steve begins to move slowly inside the ring, but it is ever so slow. The fans are giving both men a standing ovation here and Parker can’t believe it, but
he slowly nods his thanks.

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JENNY JERSEY: Ladi… tlemen…. sorr… technical difficulties… stan…. weighs…. pounds…. BRIAN ON…..KU!

Brian walks from the back to a mixed reaction from the crowd; it isn’t they don’t like him, just most of them don’t know who he is. Brian walks down to
the ring, flips over the top rope and into the ring to wait ion his opponent. The same guy from earlier comes down to the announce table and hopefully
fixes the sound this time.

COREY TAYLOR: All of these technical difficulties are getting out of control.

“Why Don’t We Do It In The Road” by The Beatles

The lights go out in the arena.

ROB MARTINEZ: Another technical difficulty?

COREY TAYLOR: Probably Larry forgot to pay the bill.

The lights come back on and standing at the top of the entrance way is none other than Mike “Assman” Trey wearing a black t-shirt with the words “Is He
Back?” written on the shirt The fans errupt in cheers, they miss the Assman something terrible, well the ladies do anyway.

ROB MARTINEZ: There go the lights again, just as we got a glimps of what looked like Mike Trey.”

COREY TAYLOR: Are you surprised? There they come back on again, what does that shirt say that is lying on the ground? Where did Trey go?

The black t-shirt is lying right where Mike Trey was standing, the shirt reads(in white) “Guess Who’s Back”

“The Oddities” by ICP queues up and from the back carrying a big cardboard box is The Freak to a big ovation from the crowd. Freak looks a bit shocked,
but nods as he continues on. JENNY JERSEY: From Anywhere and Everywhere, he stands at five foot seven inches and weighs in at one hundred and eighty pounds…
THE FREAK!

Freak sits his box down and rolls into the ring to face his opponent. DING DING Collar and elbow, Brian whips Freak into the ropes. The Freak springs back
with aback fist catching Brian off-guard, he stumbles back. The Freak pounces on him delivering a knee into Brian’s face before pulling him up with him
and whipping him into the ropes. Brian rebounds, Freak with a drop toe hold causing Brian’s face to smash into the canvas. Brian shoves upwards intending
to get some offense in this match, he trips the running Freak causing Freak’s chin to plant hard into the canvas. Brian shoves upwards pulling Freak along
with him. Brian throws a right, Freak receives the right fist. Brian hooks Freak up, over the head vertical suplex, Freak’s body bounces off the mat hard.
Brian scales the turnbuckles quickly with a three hundred and sixty degrees backflip driving both knees into Freak’s midsection. He hooks the legs for
the cover, Alan Stone is there.

One… Two… Freak throws his shoulder up to stop the pinfall.

ROB MARTINEZ: Brian trying to gain the early pin and win here.

COREY TAYLOR: The Freak is a former co-Rebel Pro Tag Team champion, he isn’t going to go out that easily.

Brian whips Freak into the ropes as he rebounds Brian lowers his head for a back body, but Freak throws a front kick right into the face of Brian. He stands
up holding at his nose, Freak with a spear to Brian’s knees taking him down to the canvas hard. Freak slides outside of the ring to get somethings out
of the box he brung to ringside. But he doesn’t, he digs under the ring and pulls out a table, two tables, the ladder from the previous match, three steel
chairs. On the other side of the ring, Brian has rolled out to dig under as well; he pulls out another two tables, another ladder, and a bag of thumbtacks,
along with a roll of barbed wire. The fans are ready for this now, they begin a “Rebel Pro” chant.

COREY TAYLOR: Ah… here we go now!

ROB MARTINEZ: Hardcore high flying action!

Both men get a beer bottle from a fan at ringside, they toss it into the ring, another two beer bottles inside the ring and they all four shatter upon impact
inside the ring. Both Brian and The Freak roll back inside the ring, another beer bottle in their hands, they swing. *SMASH!* The bottles shatter, covering
each of the men with tiny cuts, glass, and trickling blood, but neither man falls instead they toss the bottles to the side and begin to trade fists. Brian
boots Freak in the midsection, double underhook face smasher into the chair between his legs, The Freak goes limp. Brian rolls him over and The Freak slices
a gash open in Brian’s forehead with a piece of the broken beer bottle. Brian holds at his forehead in amazement, pulling it away to be covered in his
red blood. He looks down at the laughing face of The Freak and throws a right fist down into that face. The Freak rolls out of the way and Brian’s fist
slams hard into the steel chair; Freak is used to this environment more than Brian is. Brian gets the roll of barbed wire, rolling out a great deal of
the flesh ripping material as The Freak sets up a table. He turns around to see Brian standing up, The Freak charges forward with the top end of the ladder
as a battering ram. Brian ducks out of the way as he holds onto the barbed wire, Freak runs right into the wire, Brian begins to rapidly wrap it around
Freak’s body.

COREY TAYLOR: Brian is learning the Rebel Pro ropes quickly.

ROB MARTINEZ: That will help him in this match.

The Freak turns around, but is only successful in wrapping the barbed wire tighter around his body. Brian is still assisting Freak in making him a barbed
wire mummy. Freak throws a wild punch that Brian easily dodges, boot to the gut and a DDT stops any momentum Freak had. Brian wraps him up fully in the
barbed wire, but Freak is still able to move around, Brian clips the wire, the wire is wrapped from Freak’s feet to his neck, it is loosely wrapped, but
Freak has got to feel each little dig in his skin. Brian with a stomp on Freak’s head before lifting the ladder on the canvas up and setting it up in the
middle of the ring. Brian sets up the table, making sure to keep the broken remnants of the beer bottle on top of the table; he drags Freak up the ladder
with him, Freak goes willingly enough. At the top of the ladder, Brian goes for a hurricanrana, but Freak counters with a sit-out powerbomb through the
glass covered table. The table shatters, wood pieces go flying, glass goes flying, blood goes flying and Freak leans up against the ladder breathing heavily.
We aren’t sure if Brian is even breathing, Freak makes the cover.

One… Two… Thr–Yes he is as he kicks out, barely, but he still kicks out.

COREY TAYLOR: I thought he was dead!

ROB MARTINEZ: I think everyone else did too.

Freak can’t believe it, he simply can’t believe it, he throws Brian’s legs off of him and climbs back up the ladder, with a steel chair in his hand, he
dives with a front flip driving the chair into Brian’s sternum with the splash, he hooks the leg again.

One… Two… Thre–NO! Brian rolls a shoulder up just in time. Freak looks shocked that he kicked out of that move, he scratches his head. Freak dumps
out the thumbtacks on the canvas and pulls Brian up to a wobbly vertical base. Irish whip into the ladder now propped in the corner, Brian reverses and
Freak slams face first into the ladder, he stumbles out of the corner. Scoop and a reverse front scoop slam drives Freak’s front into the litter of thumbtacks,
he rolls around trying to get out of the tacks, but is only successful in picking most of them up. The Freak is covered in thumbtacks, barbed wire, and
small pieces of beer bottle, he is hurting. Brian is leaning in the corner on the propped ladder, he looks to The Freak lying there amidst the tacks and
smiles. The crowd is fully behind this match and are standing on their feet, they haven’t sat down since the previous match, for the most part anyways.
Brianslides out of the ring, he digs under the squared circle to pull out some of those pull ties, he has got about fifty of the damn things and he rolls
back inside the ring. He hefts the propped ladder onto the top turnbuckle and pull ties one leg to the top rope. He places about ten more to secure the
front side of the ladder to the top turnbuckle. He walks over to Freak, a boot to the midsection, and a piledriver onto a few remaining tacks before he
walks back over to the turnbuckle. He pull ties the back two legs of the ladder to the top turnbuckle and tests its sturdability. The ladder shakes somewhat,
but it is sturdy enough he guesses as he picks up a steel chair; he slams it into Freak’s skull. Brian sets up one of the other remaining tables before
double stacking the remaining table on top of it. He rolls Freak in between the two tables onto a steel chair, and places a steel chair on top of Freak’s
body. Brian takes a big breath and begins to climb the rikety set up he has set up.

ROB MARTINEZ: Wha… what… what does he think he is doing?

COREY TAYLOR: Looks like he is fixing to end The Freak.

The crowd is hushed as Brian balances precariously on the top of the ladder, he leaps and goes through the top table, onto the steel chair, onto Freak,
to the bottom table; the ring is full of debris. No one is moving but the referee inside the ring, he looks a bit shaken, he doesn’t know whether to mess
with the mess to see if they are alive, injured,, but he finally decides. A chunk of the table debris falls showing that Brian landed on Freak in a pinning
position; he makes the count.

One… Two… Thre–NO! Freak rolls up a shoulder right before Alan Stone ‘s hand slapped the final count.

ROB MARTINEZ: I can’t believe it! I simply can’t believe it!

COREY TAYLOR: Seeing is believing, Rob, but… damn it man.

The crowd’s “Holy Shit” chant has turned into a “Rebel Pro” chant these fans are wild for this action, but neither of these men are moving fast now; but
who would be? Brian pulls Freak up slowly, The Freak with a weak right jab, it is so weak Brian absorbs it, but he is so weakened that he holds at his
ribs because it did hurt him. Side headlock on Freak to slow down the pace, but Freak shoves Brian into the ropes. Brian holds onto the side headlock driving
Freak’s chin into the table debris with a bulldog. Freak rolls over, his chin being split with a piece of the table debris. Brian picks up a piece of the
table and slams it onto Freaks face before he stomps onto the wood shattering it and causing Freak to moan under the assault. He lifts Freak up but Freak
manages to nail him with a roundhouse kick that causes Brian to land back first on the ladder and debris from all of the other material inside the ring.
Freak looks a bit stunned that he hit the roundhouse kick on Brian, but he smiles with lips full of glass, splinters, and thumbtacks; the blood trickles
down his face in rivers. He scampers up the rikety ladder that Brian set up earlier and he too balances on the top of the ladder. He leaps crashing into
Brian, neither man move.

ROB MARTINEZ: That was the Sight Unseen!

Alan Stone is there to count.

One… Two… Three.

DING! DING! DING!

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match and advancing to the second round of the tournament… The Freak!

The crowd is going absolutely crazy for both men, chants for Brian go through the crowd to be against chants for The Freak as well. Shut Down comes from
the back to help his partner up. The Freak looks a bit worse for the wear, but he grins drunkenly, but it is probably from the extreme amount of blood
loss. The Freak is helped out of the ring by Shut Down, but Freak refuses to go to the back before passing out his gift to the fans. Shut Down laughs and
rips open the box to hand out Goth Family Guy dolls. With nearly every fan, if not every fan, now having a doll, The Freak allows Shut Down to walk to
the back.

COREY TAYLOR: One hell of a match there, one hell of a match.

ROB MARTINEZ: That may be match of the night.

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“Voices” by Rev Theory queues up and from the back, wearing a white t-shirt with a red target on its front is the PWA’s Chamelion. The crowd boos this
man heavily, but he doesn’t seem to care really.

JENNY JERSEY: Representing the Pioneer Wrestling Association, he stands at six feet four inches and weighs in at two hundred and forty-five pounds… CHAMELION!
He walks down the entrance way, climbs up the steps and through the ropes.

“Path” by Apocalyptica queues up and from the back to a somewhat mixed reaction from the crowd, they know of his actions in NAPW, is Ravager. Absent from
his side is his students and his two trainers from this week. Ravager has eyes only for Chamelion in the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: Making his way down to the ring, representing NAPW, he is your 2008 Aerial Assault winner. He stands at five feet ten inches, he weighs in
at two hundred and ten pounds… RAVAGER!

Ravager walks up the steps, never taking his eyes off of Chamelion, as he steps through the ropes.

DING DING

Ravager and Chamelion lock

up in the center of the ring. Ravager with a wristlock into a hammerlock; Chamelion flips Ravager over where Ravager lands on
his feet. Chamelion charges with a clothesline, Ravager with a Japanese arm drag. Ravager up quickly, Chamelion up quickly as well. Another lockup, Ravager
with a side headlock, Chamelion throws him into the ropes. Ravager is sent running, Chamelion has a look of determination on his face as he runs after
Ravager. Chamelion with a leap frog as Ravager rebounds, Chamelion springs from the middle rope with a back elbow catching Ravager in the mouth as he turns
to catch Chamelion. Ravager stumbles back from the blow and Chamelion charges with a spear, Ravager with a DDT sends Chamelion’s forehead to smack into
the canvas.

ROB MARTINEZ: Back and forth action from these two men who had some great points in their video confrontation this week.

COREY TAYLOR: Chamelion has that target painted on the shirt, Ravager just might get a bullseye.

Ravager pulls Chamelion up to his feet, delivering a right forearm into his upturned face. Chamelion with a knife edge chop that has the crowd here “Wooing”
enthusiastically. Ravager backs up wincing from the chop, Chamelion goes for a second chop, Ravager grabs his wrist, turns it into a wristlock, and kicks
Chamelion in the back sending him into the corner. Ravager charges in with a clothesline, Chamelion falls down in the corner to roll out of the ring, Ravager
hits the corner with his full momentum. Chamelion grabs the legs of Ravager, pulling and crotching him on the ring post. Chamelion smirks before climbing
back on the ring apron. He begins climbing to the top turnbuckle and dives with a leg drop, but Ravager lifts a knee into Chamelion’s crotch and he is
in agony as well. Chamelion rolls to the side of Ravager and both men look a little green after they each nail a low blow on the other. Ravager pulls him
up again, throwing a right hand into his face, Chamelion with a right fist of his own, Ravager with a second, Chamelion with a second. Ravager with a boot
to the midsection, he lifts Chamelion up for a vertical suplex, Chamelion counters with a spin bringing Ravager down with an inverted DDT. He hooks the
leg quickly, but only gets a two count. Chamelion shoots up off of Ravager, hitting the ropes, coming back springboarding off the ropes with a lionsault,
but Ravager out of the way and Chamelion hits canvas. Chamelion is on his hands and knees holding his middle, Ravager with a punt style kick to Chamelion’s
face rolling him over onto his back, Ravager lifts him up draping him over the ropes. Taking a running start, Ravager lifts a knee into Chamelion’s down
turned face.

ROB MARTINEZ: The first multiple offensive series from either man here in this match.

COREY TAYLOR: And the man is the one to do it, but don’t count out Chamelion just yet. They don’t call him the most devious SOB in the business today for
nothing.

Chamelion falls to the apron where Ravager delivers a baseball slide sending him onto the mat outside. Ravager slides outside as well stomping down on Chamelion’s
skull viciously before whipping him into the railing. Chamelion reverses and Ravager is sent into the railing. Ravager leaps onto the railing coming back
with a spinning back elbow shot, Chamelion with a standing dropkick sends Ravager to lay on his back. Shaking his head, Chamelion grabs the ring steps
because anything is legal in a Rebel Pro match. He slams the steps onto Ravager’s upturned face, but he isn’t busted open. The steps not suiting him, he
tosses them to the side, preferring to use his own hands as the weapons. He whips Ravager into the steps and Ravager goes crashing through them to send
them in two different directions, Ravager slumps at the other side of the railing. Chamelion walks over calmly, stalking his prey, Ravager pulls himself
up, Sweet Sound of Success, but no! Ravager catches the flying foot, turning it into a standing ankle lock. Chamelion with an enzuigiri that connects solidly
with Ravager’s left temple sending him back down. Chamelion is grinning as he is getting back up, he grabs Ravager by the head, right hand to his face,
Chamelion with a high knee lift, Ravager catches the leg spinning around slamming Chamelion’s back on the top of the railing. Chamelion falls to the side
of the railing where the crowd is, Ravager falls to a seated position. Referee Dale McDonald is in the ring watching the action as it unfolds. Ravager
gets up, pulling Chamelion up and they face each other from over the railing. Ravager with a right hand and he steps over the railing, the crowd scatters.
Ravager with another right hand, Chamelion now fights back with a right hand of his own. Chamelion with a second, but Ravager catches his hand, smiling
at him. Ravager with a boot to the midsection and another DDT, but this time no wait, Chamelion shoves Ravager backwards where his back collides with the
railing. Ravager grunts from the surprise pain, Chamelion climbs onto a vacated steel chair, he leaps, catching Ravager in mid-leap with a inverted bulldog
carrying them both over the railing to beside the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: These two aren’t holding anything back here.

COREY TAYLOR: They both want to be the 2009 Aerial Assault winner.

Chamelion is covered in sweat, the target t-shirt soaked to the skin, Ravager is on his knees in front of Chamelion. Ravager throws a right jab into Chamelion’s
ribs, following it with a quick second jab. Chamelion drops his grip on Ravager’s head, Ravager shoves forward catching Chamelion in the midsection flipping
him over backwards where he lands on his back. Ravager climbs onto the ring apron to look down onto Chamelion, he runs from the apron diving with a Mick
Foley type elbow drop catching the rising Chamelion squarely in the face. Chamelion lands on his back again, a dazed look in his eyes before they close
and he tries to catch his breath. Ravager pulls himself up, turning to look back at Chamelion, he walks over to his opponent. He stands over the PWA superstar,
pulling him up, Chamelion pulls Ravager’s legs out from under him and Ravager’s skull smacks into the floor, Chamelion slams a knee into Ravager’s thigh
hard as he falls back down. Chamelion stands up, pulling Ravager with him, he appears to be going to roll Ravager into the ring, but Ravager shoves him
into the ring post. Chamelion holds at the back of his head in pain and stumbles slightly forward. Ravager dives forward, Chamelion wraps his arms around
Ravager’s waist tossing him over head with a belly to belly suplex into the ring post, Ravager falls to the floor and Chamelion does his trademark grin
as he stands up. He turns around to stomp on the face of Ravager, changing at the last second with a vicious boot scrape across Ravager’s forehead. He
lifts Ravager onto the apron, rolling him into the squared circle. He follows in after Ravager scoop slam innear the ropes and he runs to the ropes, jumps
over the downed Ravager, and comes back with a lionsault, but Ravager moves out of the way and Chamelion hits canvas with his front again. As soon as he
lands, he gets back up to his hands and knees shaking his head trying to clear the cobwebs.

COREY TAYLOR: I’ve got to say Ravager is going to win.

ROB MARTINEZ: What makes you so sure?

COREY TAYLOR: Or Chamelion, tough decision.

Ravager pulls Chamelion into a belly to back suplex position, but Chamelion throws a elbow back, he turns from side to side nailing Ravager with his left
and right elbows in rapid fire succession. Ravager releases the suplex position, Chamelion with a mule kick to Ravager’s right knee, he stumbles back.
Chamelion spins around clotheslining Ravager down to the canvas. Chamelion leans on the ropes, catching his breath, Ravager gets up to his feet, facing
away from Chamelion who has perked up a bit. Ravager turns around… Sweet Sound of Success from Chamelion. But Ravager catches the flying foot again,
spins Chamelion around, full nelson into a Dragon suplex, Dale McDonald hits the mat in perfect position.

One… Two… Three.

ROB MARTINEZ: The Last Resort came out of nowhere!

DING! DING! DING!

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match and advancing to Round Two in the 2009 Aerial Assault tournament… Ravager!

COREY TAYLOR: Told you Ravager was going to win.

ROB MARTINEZ: But you also said Chamelion was going to win.

COREY TAYLOR: That way, I was right either way.

ROB MARTINEZ: I’ve got to talk to Mr. Gordon about finding a replacement.

COREY TAYLOR: Why are you leaving?

ROB MARTINEZ: For Corey Taylor, Jenny Jersey, I’m Rob Martinez saying so long from Red, White, and Bruised 2009.

UNDERGROUND PRESENTS…
06/27/2009
DVD EXCLUSIVE – FROM REBEL PRO DOT COM LAST WEEK…

MIKEY: You tell Shut Down… you tell The Freak… you tell Gordon… you tell “The Show” and “The Nexus One” and Young Money and whoever-else-the-(BLEEP),
that Mikey Massacre and Cuzin Zeke, well, we’ve got something of a surprise for REBEL Pro Wrestling… and at the Underground!

Mikey laughs maniacally as the elderly couple gets up and scurries away from him.

MIKEY: At the Underground, the two men who main-evented the first REBEL Underground show, Mikey Massacre and Cuzin Zeke, the two men who put the REBEL Underground
on the map on May 24th, 2008, will bring it all full circle… June 27th, 2009, will mark a day in REBEL Pro history that will cast a shadow on all previous
dates. At the Underground…

Mikey laughs maniacally, speaking to absolutely nobody at all.

MIKEY: …Mikey Massacre and Cuzin Zeke… will TRULY (BLEEP) THIS COMPANY!

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Jenny Jersey stands in the middle of the ring, the microphone in her hand, and the crowd’s enthusiasm dying down only slightly.

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and Gentlemen, due to The Show Chad Kurtis rehabilitating his injury, Jonothan has decided to forfeit his match here tonight so that
you might get to see The Show in action next week.

They do shouts of “Get Well Soon”, “Hope things are alright”, and other well wishes are shouted.

JENNY JERSEY: Normally, the match would go to Sunshine Warrior, but in order to win by forfeit, you must have at least shown up to the arena and be here,
but Sunshine Warrior has evidently gotten lost, or has decided to not compete, or something. We have not heard from him since the signing of the Aerial
Assault contract, so as a result of this, both men are now out of this tournament.

The crowd boos because they wanted another match, but they do understand the rules.

JENNY JERSEY: However, we have a card full of matches here for you tonight and for all of the inconveniences that you’ve had to deal with.

The crowd lowers their volume.

JENNY JERSEY: And to show up NAPW, anyone who has purchased a ticket for this event can show their ticket stub at the next event and receive seven dollars
and fifty cents off of the ten dollar ticket price.

They explode in cheers, some people already digging to see if they still have their ticket stub.

JENNY JERSEY: Now, lets get to some wrestling…

Bubba J and Rex come through the backstage curtain, fists flying back and forth; these two haven’t waited until Red, White, and Bruised. Bubba J with a
right hand sends Rex backwards, but Rex grabs a microphone cord as he lands on his hands and knees. He tosses the cord around Bubba J’s neck and begins
to pull the cord tight around the redneck’s throat, he turns red to purple, to nearly blue before Bubba J kicks Rex in the crotch. Bubba J falls down to
his knees gasping for breath as Rex holds at his balls. Bubba J kicks out breaking Rex’s nose with his boot, but Rex fights through the blood and pain
with a low blow of his own and Bubba J falls down to the concrete walkway. The crowd is going absolutely wild, this isn’t a match, but is a prelude to
what Red, White, and Bruised 2009 will be.

Bubba J holds his balls, inside his pants, Rex walks over. Bubba J slaps Rex in the bloody nose and mouth with the sweat from his balls, Rex begins to gag
from the smell and taste. He falls to his hands and knees, but mule kicks backwards catching Bubba J in the midsection doubling his enemy over as well.
Rex with a back elbow catches Bubba J in the mouth, busting his lip wide open, the blood begins to pour from the wound. Bubba J catches Rex in a side headlock,
bulldog to the concrete, Bubba J begins to pound Rex in the face, grinding the broken nose more and more. He looks like he is trying to kill Rex, but surely
not, or would he? The crowd is trying to get behind Rex, but Bubba J’s fists on his head blocks Rex from hearing the “Caliber” chants. Rex lifts a knee
into the crotch of Bubba J and he stops the pounding he was giving Rex, Rex shoves two fingers into Bubba J’s eyes, he falls to the side holding at his
eyes which are pouring water. Rex lifts Bubba J up on his shoulders, twists him around, and brings his throat across his shoulder sending him back down
to the floor. He grabs Bubba J by the waistband of his pants and hurls him through a door, Bubba J’s head leaves a dent in the door as he passes through
the opening and into the outer area of the arena. Rex looks like a mad man as he follows after his enemy, neither of these men waiting for Red, White,
and Bruised 2009. Blood is pouring down Rex’s face, blood is covering Bubba J’s chin, but neither of these men seem to feel the pain nor notice the amount
of blood loss. Rex charges at Bubba J who manages to use Rex’s own momentum to shove him through a door at the end of the hallway, Rex’s chin connects
with the bottom step on a set of stairs. Bubba J jumps into the air coming down on Rex’s back with a reverse Lou Thesz press, he pounds away at the back
of Rex’s skull. The sound of his fist thumping into his skull sickening to hear. Security is running over and Bubba J notices them, he slams the door shut
in their faces and locks it behind himself. Grabbing Rex’s head, he pounds it into the door knob busting the former World Champion open further and trying
to damage the door knob in the process. He lifts Rex up, and drops his on the door knob partially and Rex is finally busted open on the forehead, the door
knob shutters as they try to open it and get at these two brawling men. Rex shoves Bubba J backwards into the door and spears him slamming his shoulder
into Bubba’s gut, the co-owner of Hardcore Drinking lets out a rush of air as his eyes widen in surprise.

Rex grabs Bubba’s head in his hands and rams it repeatedly onto the door knob once, twice, three times the door knob breaks off mostly, only dangling by
a shred of metal and Bubba’s forehead is busted open from the violent impact. Rex looks up the stairs and smiles, he knows all too well where they carry
someone, he drags Bubba’s nearly still form up the steps, stopping midway, he nails a over the head suplex to Bubba J on the stairs, causing the metal
stairs to shake violently from the impact, Rex rolls over quickly to pull his enemy on up further. Bubba J with a right hand to Rex’s ribs as they reach
a door that is marked “Top Level Personell Only!” Rex opens the door to reveal the night sky, these two are on the roof here. Rex slams Bubba’s head into
the door frame the door bends from the impact and Bubba J is not moving, Rex may have killed this man. He bends down to pull Bubba on through when Bubba
J bites his hand, Bubba J has bitten Rex’s hand and Rex is shaking his hand trying to hurriedly get the feeling back. Bubba with an elbow to Rex’s balls,
sending him gasping for air. Rex stands back up slowly and so does Bubba J. Right from Bubba, right from Rex, Bubba with a left, Rex with a left, Bubba
with a right, Rex with a right. They keep spinning in circles as they trade blows.

The cars on the streets can be seen now over the edge of the roof, especially as these two get closer and closer to the edge.Rex boots Bubba J in the gut
and lifts him up for a vertical suplex, Bubba J counters with an inverted DDT, both are extremely close to toppling over the edge now, security is down
below them. Bubba J gets up to his feet and pulls Rex up as well. Bubba J throws Rex off the roof of the building, but at the last second Rex grabs the
waistband of Bubba J’s jeans and he is yanked over the edge as well. They both tumble down from the roof and land back/shoulder first onto the Rebel Pro
production truck about fifteen feet below them. The roof of the truck dents in from the impact and it sways violently. Immediately paramedics rush over
and begin climbing up ladders that were placed there just as quickly, they motion to get something rigged up, neither man is moving. Both men are lowered
down individually to the ground where they are rushed to the local hospital in individual ambulances. What does this mean for Red, White, and Bruised?
Did the Ambulance Match happen early? What is going on, if this is the beginning of the show tonight, what else is in store?

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What’s Going On by Husker Du feels the air in the arena as a few of the fans stood up and applaud while the rest aren’t paying any attention. As Tommy
Jonas, stands on the entrance ramp, before walking down to the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: From Sacramento, California standing at five feet eleven inches and weighs one hundred and ninety three pounds… TOMMY JONAS!

Tommy leaps up toward the ropes and enters the ring. As he went towards the nearest turnbuckle and does a little showboating.

COREY TAYLOR: One half of weakest teams in the business.

ROB MARTINEZ: Don’t say that, these guys really worked hard.

Go Hard by DJ Khaled, Kanye West and T-Pain hitss the speakers, as the youngest member of Young Money, Trix makes his way out. And started to bounce his
head to the beat.

JENNY JERSEY: From Paterson, New Jersey standing at six feet three inches and weighing in at two hundred and ten pounds… YOUNG MONEY TRIX!

Half of the crowd stands up cheering on Trix, as the rest boos him.

COREY TAYLOR:: How can the fans boo him? Trix is a real hardworking man, he always get the job done, period!

ROB MARTINEZ: What job? This only his first singles match, Corey.

COREY TAYLOR: And he will get the job done!

Trix finally gets through the ring ropes, as he do continues to dance to the beat, while taking off a few of his jewelry. But before the ref can ring the
bell, we get a surprise. As “Young Money” Jer$ey makes his way out, along with Mack and Hostile.

COREY TAYLOR: Here comes the rest of my boys, they coming to take out Tommy Jonas.

ROB MARTINEZ:: Four on one, is not right.

The ref gives the signal. DING, DING!

Tommy and Trix locks up, Trix turns it into a hammerlock, showing a little bit of power over Tommy. Tommy shoves him into the corner. The ref gets in to
break up the whole. The two separate, they circled the ring going for an second hammerlock. And once again Trix showing some strength. Tommy backs him
into the ropes as he sends Trix into the opposing ropes, Trix runs back, as Tommy dives into the mat, Trix jumps over and runs towards the ropes again,
comes back as Tommy leaps over Trix head, Trix comes back, and runs into a scoop slam. Tommy gets a quick count.

One..

Two..

Kickout, by Trix

As Young Money continues to look on from the entrance way, Tommy helps Trix up to his feet. As Trix jabs him into his midsection. Knocking a little bit
of wind out of Tommy, Trix holds Tommy head up. And WHAM! Another jab into Tommy face.

COREY TAYLOR:: That’s my boy.

And WHAM! Another jab, which puts Tommy into the corner. He chops Tommy a few times, making him a little woozy. Trix picks up Tommy setting him up for a
Tree of Woe, Trix runs to the opposing corner. As he takes his time doing a little bit of showboating, he runs and goes for the Sliding Kick. Tommy somehow
manage to grab the ropes, lifting his self up as Trix stop his self before crashing into the pole. As Tommy is still on the ropes, Trix is behind him,
and pounds Tommy on his back. Trix goes up an tries to do a Back Body Drop, but Tommy throws in his elbow. Once, Twice and Once more, sending Trix crashing
to the mat.

Tommy turns around. Can it be, the YOUR MOM!

AND IT CONNECTS! Tommy quickly goes for the count.

ONE..

TWO..

THR..NO!

Trix kicks out, at a nick of time. Tommy gets up frustrated. Helps Trix up, and hit’s the Inverted Facelock Swinging Neck Breaker. Goes for another count.

ONE..

TWO..

THR..NO!

Once again, Trix kicks out.

ROB MARTINEZ:: What can Tommy do to put away Trix?

COREY TAYLOR:: Nothing, it’s impossible to put away a Young Money member.

Tommy gets up, as Trix slowly gets up as well. Tommy knees Trix into his midsection, he lifts Trix head up. And WHAM! Another knee into his midsection.
He’s going for a big scoop slam, but Trix reversed it. Going for the Three Amigos.

He hits one. He hits the second. Tries the third, but Tommy throws in the elbows. He reversed and tries to hit the last Amigos. But Trix blocks it, with
his leg. Tommy pounds Trix in the back of his head. And hit the back body drop. Trix looks to be out.

Tommy goes for the cover, but Trix manage to some how roll it into a cover of his own.

ONE..

TWO..

THRE..NO!

Tommy quickly kicks up, Trix is up as well. Both are throwing jabs on there own, but Trix with power advantage has Tommy dazed. He leaps up, and hit’s the
Hurricanrana! He runs outside the ring. Waiting for Tommy to get up. Tommy finally gets up! Trix is going for the Trix-arana, his legs around Tommy’s head.
AND BOOOMM!!! Tommy hit’s a Big Powerbomb! He goes back up towards the rope.

YOUR MOM!

ONE..

TWO..

THREE!

COREY TAYLOR:: Damn!

ROB MARTINEZ:: What a good match for the both of them.

JENNY JERSEY:: And the winner of the match… TOMMY JONAS!!!

Tommy Jonas gets up, slowly as the ref raises his hands. But uh oh, Jer$ey has a mic.

JER$EY:: Trix!

Tommy Jonas exits the ring, as Trix finally made it his feet.

JER$EY: What happen? I thought you wanted to become a champ. You can’t even beat a loser like Tommy Jonas!? But hold up, you’ve got one more chance.

ROB MARTINEZ: What does he mean?

JENNY JERSEY: From Sacramento, California, six feet two and weighing in at two hundred and seventy three pounds… JIM JONAS!

ROB MARTINEZ: What!

COREY TAYLOR: What, What? Jer$ey is giving Trix another chance.

Jim Jonas seeming to be walking out with a purpose as he stares at the members of Young Money. He quickly heads to the ring, walks up steel stairs and enters
the ring. As Trix quickly goes to work.

DING, DING!

Trix is hitting Jim with all his might. Trying to get this match over with early. Trix has Jim in the corner, Trix continues with the blows. As Jim, using
his power shoves Trix off. Trix quickly comes back with more jabs. Jim shoves him off again.

Trix runs back, and WHAM! Trix is nailed with a boot!

ROB MARTINEZ: That took everything completely out of Trix.

Trix tries get up.

COREY TAYLOR: Not yet Rob.

Jim tries regain a little bit of energy before going over to Trix, Trix is on his knees. Jim stomps Trix into the mat. He stomps him once more. As Trix
crawls for ropes. Jim stomps him again, and Trix still is trying to get up. Jim stomps once more, and Trix is up to the second rope. Jim uses his right
hand, and Bam! A jab into Trix’s side.

COREY TAYLOR:: He is relentless. Trix is showing that he wants to become a Champ!

Jim shoves Trix into the corner. He goes for another jab, Trix blocks it and knee Jim. Jim goes for another jab, Trix blocks and head butted Jim. And once
more! Jim backs up, Trix leaps up to the turnbuckle. He’s going for a Big Body Splash. Jim catches Trix in mid air.

ROB MARTINEZ:: Can it be!

Rocky Mountain Thunder Bomb!! Jim covers.

ONE..

TWO..

THREE..

DING, DING.

JENNY JERSEY: And the winner is… JIM JONAS!

Jim Jonas gets up, and continues to pummel Trix. Young Money is heading to the ring.

COREY TAYLOR:: Uh oh! Jim sign his own death sentence.

Jim stops as he looks towards the whole Young Money crew, while Trix is on the mat. Jer$ey signals Jim to continue the beat down, as Jer$ey tells Mack and
Hostile. Let’s Go!

ROB MARTINEZ:: What does this mean? Is Jer$ey done with Trix?

COREY TAYLOR:: I would think so, if he can’t pick up a win. Let alone another chance. Jer$ey was showing Trix, that Trix isn’t championship material. Championship
Material is a must in Young Money.

ROB MARTINEZ: Come on, what are Mikey Massacre and Cuzin’ Zeke doing out here, they have a match they need to be preparing for.

Those two slowly walk down to the ring, Young Money’s members looking up at the entrance way outnumbering FTC by one man. Zeke points to Hostile and Mack
while Mikey points to Jer$ey. Those three begin to walk slowly back up the entrance way ready to take out this faction before it begins. Vincent Black
from the crowd nails Mack with a diving chair shot taking him down to the concrete. He begins to stomp away at the current Rebel Pro World Champion as
Hostile and Jer$ey turn to help Mack out. Mikey and Zeke rush down to where the fight is breaking out and take out Jer$ey and Hostile with big forearms.
Vincent lifts Mack up and plants him with the New Hope, he stomps on his face for good measure. Zeke slams Hostile onto the wooden table that Black has
just set up, he places Mack on top of Hostile. Double vertical suplex from Zeke and Black to Jer$ey then they scoop slam him onto the already groaning
table. Mikey grabs a steel chair diving from the top turnbuckle with The Massacre onto Jer$ey, squashing him beneath the steel chair similtaneously breaking
the table by driving the others through it.

Vincent gets a microphone from Jenny Jersey and looks out to the crowd, back at Zeke who is helping Mikey from the remnants of the table and speaks.

VINCENT BLACK: You know something Mikey and Zeke.

They look at him.

He gets in their faces, not backing down an inch and neither is Zeke and Mikey. VINCENT BLACK: I came down here for one reason. I want a piece of Mack.
But there is now another reason.

They look on.

VINCENT BLACK: For a while now you’ve called me asking about FTC. For weeks now you’ve said FTC was the next Extreme Elite.

Vincent shakes his head, Mikey and Zeke prepare to fight off Vincent Black.

VINCENT BLACK: No, it ain’t Extreme Elite, it never will be Mikey. No one will ever have the power Extreme Elite did. No one will ever have the prestige
us four had.

Mikey seems to be getting madder and madder at Vincent’s words and throws a right hand.

VINCENT BLACK: But it is damn sure close!

The fist thrown by Mikey, by Zeke, and Vincent hit in mid-air with a high five and these three men have sealed the deal.

ROB MARTINEZ: What does this mean?

COREY TAYLOR: It means that FTC just gone and whooped Young Money’s ass, Rebel had better watch out a bigger, better faction is on the loose.

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The bell rang and the only two women in the Aerial Assault tournament locked up in the center of the ring. Corey Taylor could be seen at the announce table
with drool hanging from his chin while Rob Martinez was left to try and call the high flying action. La Reina backed Dahlia up into the corner but she
was quickly turned around into the corner. The two women began to chop each other viciously and will undoubtedly make some of the men in this tournament
jealous with their action. Dahlia whipped La Reina into the ropes, but La Reina reversed the throw. Dahlia sprang from the middle rope to connect with
a springboard moonsault, her knees connecting with La Reina’s shoulders. Dahlia rolled La Reina up but only received a count of two for her effort.

These two women seemed to respect each other to a degree, but each wanted to be the only woman in the tournament consisting mostly of men. Dahlia hit a
flurry of forearms, La Reina fought back with a flurry of her own. Only about midway through the match did they finally take to the air. La Reina connected
with a springboard backfist that sent Dahlia to the mat. Mariposas flew from the top turnbuckle with a split legged moonsault, but Dahlia rolled out of
the way quickly going up top herself and nailing a 360 degree front flip cannonball. Again she made the cover to only receive a count of two. Dahlia went
up for a top rope leg drop, but when she came down, her chin connected with La Reina’s boot as the result of a superkick. La Reina hit her finisher, the
Night Sky Guillotine and made the cover for the pin and the win.

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The Rebel Pro World Champion accompanied his boss and friend to ringside to encourage him along his path to the Aerial Assault finals and to prevent any
shanagans by FTC. Dan Miller came out, looking a little rusty but never the less ready for some action. Jer$ey motioned for Mack to take care of this fly
so that he could commentate, he didn’t feel like dirtying his hands with Miller. Jer$ey then sat down beside Corey Taylor and the two began to play cards
and wagered bets on the rest of the matches this evening. Inside the ring Mack was whipping Dan Miller from pillar to post, corner to corner. Hell, he
was just whooping the hell out of the Dynasty. Mack hit all of his favorite moves not once, but twice. Mack then began to taunt the crowd with vulgar gestures,
vulgar words and made the sign of this match was just toomuch for him to handle. Mack taunted Miller as well even letting the much smaller man get in some
offense and letting him think he had a chance to beat Mack, because if Mack got pinned, Jer$ey was out of the tournament.

Mack finally had enough nailing an insulting low blow on Dan Miller before gorilla pressing him over the top rope to the concrete outside. Remembering this
was a high flying tournament, Mack climbed to the top rope and sailed with an elbow catching Miller in the lower back. He rolled in the nearly dead Miller
and hit a powerbomb from the top rope, Miller was broken in half. Mack said something like that is high flying right there. He placed a boot on Dan’s face
and the referee counted to three. Mack looked over at Jer$ey who moved onto the next round.

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Two men similar to each other and with a bit of a history are going at in in the first half of Round One. Zout was backed into a corner early in the match,
but quickly reversed Daze into the corner, they exchanged knife edge chops and the crowd was behind them both all the way “Wooing” with each blow no matter
who nailed the chop. Daze booted Zout in the midsection, springing from the middle rope sending Zout’s face into the canvas. Daze then went on the offense
hitting a shining wizard but Zout fought back after being thrown into the corner, he ran up the turnbuckles coming back with a toe kick that nearly sent
Daze to the floor. Daze’s head was lying over the apron and Mark leaped to the top turnbuckle and dove with a flipping leg drop that nearly decapitated
Derrick Daze. Evidently these two guy’s history began to surface as they quit the high flying and went to brawling at ringside. Daze managed a low blow
that halted any hopes Mark might have had for later that evening. Daze hit a series of DDTs that had to give Zout a concussion, but the PWA superstar and
now Rebel Pro superstar fought back valiantly. Daze went for a brainbuster onto the announce table, where Jer$ey was still playing cards with Corey Taylor,
and countered it into a tornado DDT scattering the playing cards everywhere. Zout then lifted the dazed Daze up for a stump pulling piledriver busting
the already flimsy table into four different pieces. Zout then took a piece of the table and began to just beat the holy hell out of Daze with the make
shift weapon to everyone’s delight this show is finally getting some hardcoreness to it. Zout seemed to be in a different place as he whipped Daze into
the apron.

Daze sprang back from the apron with a backfist catching Mark in the mouth and the first blood of the night is spilled. Unfortunately though, it only lights
Zout’s fire and the right and left fists begin to fly from these two men; they are throwing punches, turning red from the fierceness of the blows and not
caring one bit. Zout nails a DDT, but Daze is right back up and they are brawling like kids in high school over the same girl. Daze with a DDT of his own
but Zout was right back up as well. No more high flying moves in this match, it is an all out brawl. Zout managed to get the advantage following an accidental
low blow and rolled the groaning Daze into the ring. Daze was whipped into the ropes and Zout hit his Sleepless in Seattle before climbing up top to possibly
go for his finisher. Zout hits the Pacific Plunge and makes the cover for the pin and the win.

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Spyke and Danny stare at each other ing the middle of the ring and then finally lock up. Danny went behind and hit a German suplex to give him the advantage
early, but Spyke didn’t seem to notice. Spyke began to mount an offense with just right hands to Danny who was prepared for this tournament, but not an
opponent like this one. Danny was thrown into the corner and Spyke came in trying to bite Danny’s cheek off, but Danny fought back with a kick to Spyke’s
knee cap, Gein quit trying to bite then, looking enraged. Right from Spyke, but Danny caught his wrist and sprang from the bottom rope to the top turnbuckle,
to flip over Spyke and trap Spyke’s arm between his legs as he flipped Spyke over. The crowd went crazy for this, perhaps the most aerial move so far in
this tournament. Danny sprang from the middle rope to back flip onto Spyke, he hit the ropes coming back with a baseball slide sending Spyke outside of
the ring. Danny then climbed to the top rope and as Spyke got up, Chaos flew sending Gein down to the concrete with a hurricanrana. Danny is flying and
is using his speed definitely in this match up. Spyke with a low blow then he whips Danny into the raling surrounding ringside. He runs at Danny connecting
with a Shining Wizard thigh kick, Danny is sent over into the crowd. Spyke picked up a chair, but a front kick to his thigh halts the damage he was aiming
to inflict.

Before the chair could fall, Danny jumped from a man’s lap, dropkicking the chair back into Spyke’s face sending him into the ring apron. Danny leaped to
the railing, caught a chair from a fan, and leaped with a swinging shot right to Spyke’s face sending him toppling to the side. Danny got up yelling at
the crowd, who was already behind him but were even more so now. He ran around ringside slapping hands with the fans before running back sending Spyke’s
face into the steel chair with a running bulldog. He then rolls Spyke back into the ring He lifts his Round One opponent up, and nails the Chaos Theory
and makes the cover for the pin and the win.

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“Heavy Metal Machine” blares and the crowd immediately boos as their former hero, now their zero, Mikey Massacre walks from the back.

JENNY JERSEY: He hails from Albuquerque New Mexico, he stands at six feet even and weighs in at two hundred and thirty-five pounds… MIKEY MASSACRE!

The fans boo loudly as Mikey walks down to the ring, making sure to stay as far away from them and their infectious hands as he possibly can. He walks up
the steps and enters the ring, his trusty steel chair in his hand.

JENNY JERSEY: Now his tag team partner…

“The Beverly Hillbillies” theme banjos to life and here comes a man to a chorus of boos, but there is a good amount of cheers here as well, for his feelings
about doing things for the kids.

JENNY JERSEY: From Turkey Cross Kentucky, he stands at six feet six inches and weighs in at two hundred and sixty-three pounds… CUZIN’ ZEKE!

Zeke does touch a few of the fans’ hands on his way to the ring, but not nearly as many as he used to. He climbs through the ropes and him and Mikey begin
to talk strategy.

COREY TAYLOR: These two have a great chance here to pull an upset.

ROB MARTINEZ: Zeke is powerful, Mikey is tough as nails, and together, who knows.

“The Oddities” by ICP comes to life as from the back to a mixed reaction, mainly more cheers than boos though is The Freak and Shut Down, The Freak Show.
They have emo Ken and Barbie dolls complete with cuts, Freak Show shirts, and mini belts around their waists; the Ken doll looks strangely like Mark Zout,
but surely it can’t be. They pass the dolls out to the fans as they walk around the ringside area. They climb onto the apron and into the ring. JENNY JERSEY:
At a total combined weight of five hundred pounds, they are your Rebel Pro Tag Team Champions… The Freak… Shut Down… FREAK SHOW!

COREY TAYLOR: I didn’t get a neato Mark Zout doll.

ROB MARTINEZ: I do believe those are Ken and Barbie dolls.

DING DING

Shut Down goes right after Zeke with a big right hand, Mikey takes on the Freak who back body drops him over the top rope. The Freak and Shut Down begin
to double team Zeke in their corner. Freak with a shoulder block to his midsection, Shut Down with a forearm smash to Zeke’s forehead. Shut Down lifts
Zeke up and Freak climbs to the top turnbuckle with a top rope assisted brain buster. Freak makes a cover, but Mikey is there to pull the referee out of
the match. Freak jumps up to find Mikey standing there smiling and waving cheekily at him, Freak dives through the ropes with a small plancha, Mikey catches
him, slamming him down to the concrete. Mikey begins to lay boots to the smaller man. Inside the ring Zeke is throwing rights with Shut Down. Shut Down
ducks away from a haymaker, to grab the wrist and boot Zeke in the midsection. Mikey lifts Freak up in the air with a stalling vertical suplex, Freak wriggles
planting the back of Mikey’s cranium into the concrete with a inverted DDT. Freak tosses in the bell from the announcer’s table, the hammer to ring the
bell with, and a few steel chairs. Shut Down picks a flying steel chair, bring it crashing down on Zeke’s back, before golf swinging it into his face,
Zeke is forced to a vertical position, blood flowing already here in this match. Outside the ring Freak has wrapped his hand in barbed wire, there is always
barbed wire at a Rebel Pro event, he punches Mikey in the face and small trickles of blood begin to flow down his face; Mikey laughs. Freak looks at Mikey,
gulps, and receives a clothesline curtosey of Mikey Massacre. The Freak’s head snaps hard on the concrete and Mikey picks up the strand of barbed wire,
wrapping it in tight rounds around his boot before he begins to stomp away on The Freak again. Zeke receives another chair shot, and a third; steel chair
assisted clothesline sends him over the top rope to the concrete floor surrounding the ring. Shut Down quickly follows after his man here in this tag team
match.

COREY TAYLOR: All hell has broken loose here!

ROB MARTINEZ: I agree with you for once.

Shut Down digs up under the ring and brings out a fire extinguisher from under the ring, unhooking the strapped hose, he swings it over his head, but Zeke
manages to kick him in his ankle and he drops the weapon to the floor. Zeke picks up the extinguisher and slams it into Shut Down’s crotch and the men
in the crowd groan in sympathy. Mikey is still stomping away at The Freak, bloodying him up really good. The Freak takes a fork from inside his boots and
stabs Mikey in the thigh with the eating utensil. The Freak jabs again with the pronged weapon, and a third time; Mikey is bleeding from the leg in three
seperate areas. Mikey looks down and The Freak jabs upwards with the fork, stabbing Mikey in the forehead with the eating utensil, Mikey is now bleeding
preety heavily from the wounds the fork has inflicted. The Freak swings a chair that connects with Mikey’s skull sending him down to the concrete. The
Freak leaps to the apron backflips with the steel chair in hand splashing Mikey in the midsection with the move. He looks up and sees Zeke hitting Shut
Down with the fire extinguisher. He digs under the ring, pulling out a table; again there are always tables under a ring. He slides the table into the
ring and scampers in after it. He lifts the table high up over his head and looks out to Zeke, he dives from the top turnbuckle with the chair in hand
slamming Zeke down to the concrete. He hurt himself somewhat but vows to continue and prove they are not just the holders of the Rebel Pro Tag Team belts,
but the true champions. Freak slaps Shut Down to bring him around then he gets him to set the table up as he climbs to the top turnbuckle once again. Shut
Down sets the table up and then as he wheelbarrows Zeke on top of the table, Freak comes flying from the top turnbuckle with a front flip leg drop across
Zeke’s throat. The table shatters into what seems like a million pieces and Freak bounces up, parts of the table sticking in his leg. Mikey flies from
the ring with a suicide diving forearm that is wrapped in barbed wire to take Shut Down to the railing.

COREY TAYLOR: Holy Hell!

ROB MARTINEZ: Mikey is one sick son of a bitch.

Mikey begins dragging the barbed wire wrapped forearm across the face of Shut Down when the Freak comes over swinging the fire extinguisher, Mikey sees
something and dives to the left, the fire extinguisher connects with Shut Down’s midsection, driving his air right out of him and yup, here comes his lunch
as well. Shut Down is upheaving all he has eaten today and The Freak has his hands full with the forearm machine Mikey Massacre. Mikey drags the forearm
down the face of Freak in a slanting motion ripping the flesh and causing rivers of blood to run down his face. The Freak falls back over Zeke who lifts
him up and Somoan drops him across a set up steel chair. Mikey digs under the ring and pulls out a wrench and hefts it to test its weight. He places Shut
Down’snose in the adjustable wrench and twists first left then right, left then right, left then right; Shut Down’s eyes bulge out from the pain and Mikey
slams his fist into his vomit covered mouth. He releases the wrench’s hold on his nose and turns his back to Shut Down, Shut Down with a beer bottle to
the back of Mikey’s skull causing the glass to shatter into a thousand pieces and shower the crowd nearby. Mikey turns, his eyes rolling up inside his
head, but a big boot sends him into Zeke who is strategically placing right hands into Freak’s face. Zeke is pushed forward slightly off of Freak and he
turns to keep Mikey from falling. Shut Down charges taking them both down with a double clothesline. Zeke and Mikey land almost on top of each other but
quickly begin struggling back to their feet. Shut Down with a boot to Zeke’s midsection, he lifts him up, grunting, brainbuster takes Zeke out momentarily.
He picks Mikey up over his head and slams him down with a gorilla press slam, Mikey’s midsection catching on the railing around the ring. He lifts Freak
up, getting him to come around, Freak nods and climbs up on Shut Down’s shoulders. He leaps from his shoulders with a double knee drop to Mikey’s back
that is bent over the railing, Freak lands in the lap of a pretty young lady at ringside. It happens to be the same lady in his promo that they signed
the doll for, she slaps him and he givers a kiss on the cheek before wriggling out of her lap and slapping the taste right out of Mikey’s mouth. He throws
Mikey back first into the railing before charging with some vicious knees into Mikey’s bloody face. Freak leaps to the railing, getting hang time as he
comes down on Zeke who is being body slammed on the remains of the wooden table. Shut Down picks Zeke up and him and The Freak begin double teaming the
former Rebel Pro tag team champion. Double forearm rocks Zeke’s head back, Shut Down with a left fist, Freak with a right fist, and Zeke is in a world
of trouble here in this match. He powers back with a douuble clothesline, but Shut Down doesn’t go down and Freak is too short to have been hit with the
clothesline. Freak with a kick to Zeke’s knee and he bites him? Freak is biting the midsection of Cuzin’ Zeke, blood is dripping from the wound around
his belly button, Freak slaps the stunned Zeke as Shut Down laughs at his partner’s antics. Shut Down plants a right hand into Zeke’s gaping mouth busting
one of Zeke’s teeth loose with the impact of knuckle on teeth. Zeke is rocked backward and he spits blood from the now missing tooth.

ROB MARTINEZ: I’ve seen it all here, Freak is actually biting Zeke here.

COREY TAYLOR: He is a freak that is for sure; you’ve got to love it.

Shut Down scoop slams Zeke onto the concrete as Freak drops a leg across his throat onto the concrete. Everyone in this match is now bloody except for Shut
Down, he has blood covering him, but it is everyone else’s blood. Wait, change that, Mikey whips Shut Down’s back with a barbed wire whip, Shut Down grunts
from the surprise and Freak with a steel chair stops the whipping his partner is receiving. Mikey falls to the side, Freak with a front kick sends Mikey’s
head into the steel ringpost, but Mikey fights back with a barbed wire whip slashing it across Freak’s face. Freak licks the blood and actually laughs
at Mikey before charging at him. Mikey grabs him for a DDT, Freak flips on over, back dropkick and Mikey is sent into the waiting arms of Shut Down who
plants him with a chokeslam onto his partner Zeke. The Freak is laughing maniacally as he charges back over to Mikey and Zeke and him and his partner toss
Mikey to the side. They begin to systematically take Zeke apart, vertical suplex from Shut Down, front flip leg drop from Freak. Shut Down with a body
slam and Freak flips forward from the ring apron, lands on his feet, flipsbackwards onto his hand before slamming both feet down into Zeke’s face. Freak
digs up under the ring, and finally goes under all the way, the apron material coming down to hide his progress, Shut Down lifts Zeke up and a buzzing
noise is heard from under the ring, here comes the Freak with a shocky stick. He holds it on Zeke’s testicles, but a clubbing forearm blow from Mikey stops
that painfull feeling from happening. Mikey rolls Freak inside the ring as Zeke is booted in the face. Shut Down follows Mikey in throwing a right hook
into his temple, Mikey falls to the canvas, the blood loss finally taking its toll. Shut Down with a piledriver and he places Mikey on his shoulders in
an electric chair position; Freak climbs to the top rope.

COREY TAYLOR: Freak Show going for their finisher Big Top Insanity!

Freak leaps connecting with the hurricanrana and him and Shut Down make the double cover but the ref isn’t there. They look around and the ref is out cold
but Vincent Black stands there with a confident unbloody look on his face He slowly climbs into the ring, carrying Ripper with him, the baseball bat Bubba
J made months ago. He slams it into the gut of Shut Down, into the face of Freak. Both go down, but Shut Down only down to one knee; Vincent swings connecting
with Shut Down’s skull and he goes down in a heap as his eyes roll up into his skull. He rolls Mikey over onto Freak and here comes Jimmy Johnson wearing
his referee shirt that is untucked. He slides into the ring and makes the count.

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh no, this isn’t right!

COREY TAYLOR: No rules in Rebel, it is as fair as a headlock.

One…

Two…

Three.

DING! DING! DING!

JENNY JERSEY: Here are your winners, and NEEEEW Rebel Pro Tag Team Champions, Cuzin’ Zeke and Mikey Massacre… F… T… C!

Vincent lifts Mikey up Zeke rolls in with the belts, he hands one to Mikey. Both look over to Vincent who grabs the microphone from Jenny Jersey. But here
comes Young Money to rain on their title win. Young Money have a score to settle with the members of FTC. Vincent goes after Mack who basically stole his
World title last week. Vincent dives at the current Rebel World Champion and both men go over the top rope with their fists flying. Jer$ey and Hostile
begin trading blows with Mikey and Zeke who were just in a match. Rights and lefts from everywhere! What will happen next week?

ROB MARTINEZ: From Underground, for Corey Taylor and Rob Martinez… good-bye!

The feed is lost with the image Mack, Hostile, and Jer$ey standing tall in the Rebel Underground Arena.