HIGH STAKES 03/16/2010

Underground-High Stakes

3-16-2010

Underground Arena-Durham, NC

REBEL Pro’s “High Stakes” kicks off with these specific words, on the new REBEL Mega-Vision

R – ROUGH & TOUGH AS IT GETS
E – ENTERTAINMENT FOR THE WORLD
B – BEST WRESTLERS ON THE PLANET E – ENDLESS DESTINIES
L – LIVE FOR THE PASSION

Money To Blow by Birdman, Drake & Lil Wayne blasts through the loudspeakers, soaring to a loud blare.

Doooosh…. Dooosh…. DOOOSSHHH!!!!

Fireworks go off in every direction, as green and gold strobe lights circle the arena with REBEL-Pro kicking off High Stakes with a new and hot look. As
we are live inside the Harrah Casino in Durham, North Carolina. The cameras zoom in and out, as we can see Yung Mula’s Chevrolet Impala and JT Whiplash’s
Buick Grand National parked near ringside. With some of the Harrah Casino’s most scantily clad models taking drink orders from the crowd. The music continues
to play as Jenny Jersey gets on the microphone.

JENNY JERSEY: Welcome Ladies and Gentlemen, to HIGH STAKES!!!! Where anything and everything can happen! But I want to take the moment to introduce to
you, some of the guys who made this possible. Yours truly…… YUNGGGG MULAAAAA!!!!!!!

Money To Blow continues to play which is Yung Mula’s newest theme song. Jer$ey slowly walks and dances to the beat. But he is not alone, THE SHOW Chad
Kurtis is walking behind him with the bling. REBEL-Pro’s World Heavyweight Title. Jer$ey glances at his Chevy Impala with a smirk on his face giving fans
some dap, as well as Chad. They enter the ring and grab the microphone from Jenny Jersey.

JER$EY: Thank You Jenny. It so happens to be that you stole my name for your last. How clever.

Jenny Jersey with a huge smile on her face.

JER$EY: But anyways, welcome ladies and gentlemen…. To High Stakes. It’s an honor for me and the boys, to be hosting such a big event. I mean I never
thought this would be possible. And this couldn’t have happened if it wasn’t for you people.

The fans cheer.

JER$EY: Yeah, day in and day out. You stick on Yung Mula’s side. Giving us that extra strength to do new things. And here we are! Hosting the damn show.
Jer$ey hands the microphone over to Chad.

CHAD KURTIS: Jer$ey’s right. You people are what makes REBEL and Yung Mula go that extra mile. So this time we wanted to do something special for you people.
Tonight will be a one of a kind night. Where majority of the matches shall be decided by that….

Chad Kurtis points to the Mega-Vision as you can see Yung Mula’s 3rd Member, Mack standing beside the Harrah Casino’s ladies and the High Stakes very own…
Spin-A-Match wheel. It’s similar to a mini wheel of fortune wheel. But on every column, it’s a different match. As Mack goes over it.

MACK: What’s up Ladies and Gentlemen!? I couldn’t be more happier to be standing beside some of the most beautiful ladies on the planet. But over here
standing to my left is the High Stakes Spin-A-Match. Where some of the matches will have a stipulation added. On this board are 10 different matches that
can be decided.
1. A Submission Match!

Some of the crowd cheers

2. A LADDERRR MATCHHH!

The fans go wild.

3. A Boxing Match!

Mack: I don’t know about that one.

4. A You’re Fired! Match!

5. A TABLES MATCH!

The crowd goes wild again.

6. A STEELLL CAGE MATCH!

They go even wilder.

7. A COFFIN MATCH!

The fans aren’t letting up not one bit.

8. A pure wrestling match!

The fans boo.

MACK: I know, I know. Chad Kurtis must’ve picked that one.

Some of the people in the crowd laugh.

9. A BRA AND PANTIES MATCH!

The crowd laughs again.

MACK: Who picks these things.

One of the ladies, wearing a very thin and short dress with a white shirt steps up to Mack.

FEMALE: To all the ladies in the crowd, why not let see a bra and panties on some of these guys?!

The females in the crowd laugh and applaud.

MACK: And number ten… HARRAH CASINO STREET FIGHT. Right back here.

The crowd goes wild for that one as well.

MACK: Well as you can see, there are a bunch of different type of matches that can take place here tonight. And the greatest thing about it. It’s all for
you people.

The fans cheer as Jer$ey gets back on the microphone.

JER$EY: With all of the possible match stipulations being announced, I’m just going to rundown the card for you tonight. We will have the REBEL-Pro’s newest
member David Cage square off against KKP!

The fans boo.

CHAD KURTIS: We will see the sick and crazy Freak in action against Marcus Marion!

The fans boo again.

JER$EY: We will also see Chris Casino, put his Carolina’s Title on the line against Johnny Maverick! Hell we may even see them in a Bra and Panties Match
with the title on the line. Now that will be sweet.

The fans laugh.

CHAD KURTIS: Then we will have a special Barbed Wire Grudge Match, between Aeolus Wrath and the guy who also played a huge part of this event tonight.
JT WHIPLASH!

The fans cheer.

JER$EY: And last but not least. Your main event… Macculloch will square off against yours truly and Yung Mula’s own World Champion…. The Show CHADD
KURTISSS!!!!

The fans go nuts! Jer$ey tilts the microphone to Chad to get some info about the match.

JER$EY: Hey Chad, tell these people what may take place tonight.

CHAD: You mean what will happen tonight? Chad Kurtis will defend his championship against the man who tried to take me out with a glass bottle.

JER$EY: Let’s show the fans what exactly happened.

Jer$ey and Chad turned there attention to Mega-Vision, which showed the Winter Blast 2010 match between Yung Mula and the new FTC. The match fast forwarded
to the ending

… The lights come back on, Michael is gone, Massacre is gone and everyone is shocked. Well everyone except Uriel, Gabriel, and Raphael who are unconscious
and tied in the aisle. People look around, but are clueless as to what ahppened. Chad stands in the center of the ring as Black shrugs his shoulders to
walk to the back. Chad looks to Yung Mula and smiles as a man he recognizes hops the barricade, a bottle of liquor in his right hand.

ROB MARTINEZ: It’s Mac!

COREY TAYLOR: I’m… waiting for everyone to leave before I get up.

Mac slides into the ring, a smile on his face as he tosses a shot glass to Jer$ey, Mack, and “The Show”. They each smile as they hold out their shot glasses
for Mac to fill. Mac goes to pour a shot for Mack, for Jer$ey, before slamming the bottle right between “The Show’s” eyes sending him down to the canvas
in a bloody mess. Mac quickly turns to find Jer$ey and Mack already out on the canvas, a sleeping drug being put into their liquor shots. Mack laughs as
he orders a microphone from Jenny Jersey.

MAC: Show, I saw you up in the NAPW. My brother apologized for his actions and still you snubbed him. It’s time for your wake up call!

Mac picks show up and nails him with the Celtic Burial. The fans start throwing stuff into the ring as the UBER Babyface goes HEEL!

MAC: Michael had to be eliminated, because he just can’t get the job done. It’s time for the real leader to take over this company. Welcome to my HARDCORE
HELL Chad. You will find out what it is like to disrespect a Celtic Legend.

The show fades to black as Mac is being bombarded with trash of all kind, a smirk plastered on his face.

CHAD KURTIS: I don’t know what his reasoning was behind all of that. But tonight, I will get my revenge. I will return the favor Mac. I will knock your
lights out!!

JER$EY: I believe we all want you to do that Chad. Because he don’t (BLEEP) with Yung Mula and think he won’t get anything in return. But with that being
said ladies and gentlemen. I also spoke with yours truly… Larry Gordon. I know you all are wondering how his grandmother is doing. And she’s doing real
well, so well that Mr. Gordon will be present here tonight!

The fans cheer.

JER$EY: Not only will he be here. But he’ll be here to announce a special stipulation for your main event. And with those words, let’s get this show underway.
Back to you Mack.

Jer$ey and Chad exit the ring, as the Mega-Vision comes back out to announce the match stipulation for the first match.

MACK: Ok people, the first match tonight will be David Cage and KKP. Now lets see what stipulation will be added…

Mack spins the wheel…

… …

MACK: Ladies and Gentlemen… the match will be a SUBMISSION MATCH!

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“What are you looking for ” by Sick Puppies hit the speakers as Rebel newcomer David Cage makes his way to the ring with a wait and see attitude from the
standing room only crowd.

JENNY JERSEY: This match is scheduled for one fall and is contested under normal Submission Match Rules!

Big pop from the crowd

COREY TAYLOR: Jenny went for the cheap pop there. We are know what the rules are then again I have heard she also goes for the cheap pop.

ROB MARTINEZ: Sad thing is she still turned you down.

VINCENT BLACK: I am looking forward to seeing what this newcomer can do he made a name for himself in Underground X but he is going to have his hands full
tonight.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first from Atlanta, GA standing in at six feet and two inches and weighing two hundred and twenty-nine pounds he is… David
Cage!

David Cage looks towards the entrance ramps as “Dress like a target’ by Superjoint Ritual’ hits to another mixed reaction by the crowd. The crowd seem
to respect what KKP is capable of but don’t necessarily agree with what he stands for.

COREY TAYLOR: It’s about to get real for the newcomer now.

ROB MARTINEZ: I agree I just don’t know if Underground X can prepare you for a man like KKP. VINCENT BLACK: What makes KKP so dangerous is the fact he
can wrestle with the best of them but his violent streak is legendary.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent from Kitchener Ontario standing six feet and two inches and weighing two hundred and forty pounds representing “Dirty Money’
Krusty Kid Paul!

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has time to get out of the way as KKP goes right after Cage with a series of vicious rights and lefts and Jimmy Johnson calls for the bell.
KKP seems to be all business here today. KKP continues to beat on Cage like he did something wrong to him but the newcomer is trying to fight back and
the crowd is enjoying the violence of it all. Cage finally manages to fight his way back to his feet thanks in part to an eye gouge.

VINCENT BLACK: KKP stay in Rebel so far hasn’t been what he or the fans expect and it seems that he is using David Cage to sent a message to the roster
that the real KKP is back.

ROB MARTINEZ: He seems to be leaving some kind of impression on David Cage right now.

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah a hand impression.

Cage and Paul locked in a physical, violent battle right now this match has been anything but a wrestling match as some how Cage has managed to get outside
the ring but KKP is quick to follow byt his greeted with a chair shot to that bursts his head open for his trouble. It seems that the newcomer might finally
have some offense going here as he attempts a RKO in the steel steps but KKP blocks it and reverses it as he just smiles at the destruction he caused.
He wipes the blood off his face and just smiles an evil smile.

VINCENT BLACK: Men like KKP are motivated by the sight of their own blood and now that he smells Cage’s blood this is the beginning of the end.

ROB MARTINEZ: To be perfectly honest I think the beginning of the end for Cage was when Johnson called for the bell to ring.

COREY TAYLOR: As much as it pains me I have to agree with both of you on this one.

KKP senses the end as he delivers a massive chair shot to Cage’s midsection before dragging him by the hair back into the ring. Cage is trying to get to
his feet but KKP stays on the attach with a kick to what could possible be the broken ribs of his opponent. KKP then sits up and executes the “Krusty’
bomb.

VINCENT BLACK: KKP locks on a crossface chicken wing submission.

COREY TAYLOR: Is he going to call this a Krusty Fried Wing?

ROB MARTINEZ: I think maybe the newcomer David Cage bit off more then he could handle in this one.

Jimmy Johnson with the perfect positioning as Cage immediately asks for the bell like some little girl.

Johnson goes over to raise KKP’s hand in victory but KKP just pulls it away as the fans can’t believe the beating they witnessed here today.

JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner… Krusty Kid Paul!

“Money to Blow” hits up as the form of Yung Mula sit in the back with the lovely Harrah ladies with the wheel behind them.

MACK: Time to decide the stipulation boys, Rebecca, give that big wheel a spin.

A lovely brunette spins the wheel.

It lands on “Bra and Panties”, the crowd begins to laugh hysterically as Yung Mula shrug and smile.

MACK: You see it, The Freak and Marcus Marion will be wrestling in a Bra and Panties match.

JER$EY: Please Freak, don’t make it a crotchless pair of panties.

The crowd laughs even more.

JER$EY: And now, back to business, lets get the match under way, these ladies want to see you two in some bras and panties!

“The Oddities” hit up the speakers as from the back walks a Freak, without any panties or bra on and without any gifts. The presence, or lack of presence
of any presents causes the fans to boo. What can you say, they are a greedy bunch of rednecks.

JENNY JERSEY: Making his way down to the ring, from Anywhere and Everywhere, he stands at five feet seven inches and weighs in at one hundred and eighty
pounds… THE FREAK!

Freak hops into the ring, waiting for Marcus to enter as well.

“My Michelle” hits up as Marcus saunters from the back. Its hard to decide who they boo harder for tonight, the lack of gifts or Marcus Marion or the fact
that neither are wearing neither bra nor panties.

JENNY JERSEY: Now making his way down to the ring, from Atlanta, Georgia he stands at six feet one inch and weighs in at two hundred and thirty-three pounds,
“The Revolutionary” MARCUS MARION!

Marcus slides into the ring, coming face to face with The Freak, who snatches the microphone from Jenny Jersey.

THE FREAK: For nearly a year now, I’ve given gifts to you rednecks and what do I get in return?

he waits.

THE FREAK: Absolutely nothing. No thank you. No awesome gift, nothing. So tonight, what do you say Marcus that we give ourselves a gift and take the night
off?

Marcus seems to contemplate it as he asks for the microphone.

MARCUS MARION: Honestly, I do not know if it is the overweight owner Gordon that books these retarded matches or if it is those two jerkoffs pretending
to be wrestlers in the back that book the matches.

He looks down at the Freak, to the crowd, and back to the Freak.

MARCUS MARION: For a time now, I’ve put on shows after shows, main event type matches after main event matches and like you Freak, I get booed. I tell
the truth when on the mic or in front of the camera and I get booed.

He smirks to the crowd.

MARCUS MARION: So… I believe that I am entitled to have a night off. You fans will learn greatness when it is standing before you, you will learn to
appreciate things instead of taking them for granted.

He looks around again.

MARCUS MARION: Judging by your intelligent looks on your faces… or maybe not. Either way, Freak… I accept.

Both turn to leave the ring, much to the hatred of the fans who begin to throw trash their way. Yung Mula come back on the Megavision screen.

JER$EY: If you do not wrestle here tonight, you will not get paid!

Marcus and the Freak shrug their shoulders before walking on through the curtain and to the back.

ROB MARTINEZ: Well, that is just… just… rude.

VINCENT BLACK: I can’t say as I blame them, I’m glad I didn’t have to see the munchkin in a bra and panties.

COREY TAYLOR: Me too, me too.

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The big black Megavision comes to life…and the picture flickers and finally comes into focus….. standing in what appears to be an empty room… bare
walls behind him is Cuzin Zeke. It appears that he has something to say…

ZEKE: Hey ya all… sorry I cant be on the card this week, but I am out on the road this week, searching. Searching for that dude that can be my partner.
The guy who can works with me and takes me to the top of the tag team mountain in REBEL. I been in a few places, and wells seen lots of potential partners,
but I am still gathering info on just who I thinks is gonna be the right one. I was in San Antonio, watching Texas Hardcore Wrestling and wells… I aint
seen anyone down there that fits my style. I hops on a plane and travels up to Colorado, to watch someone I heard lots about…a guy they called Avalanche,
in Rocky Mountain Classic Wrestling…and sorry folks he aint the guy neither.

A few people now pass by in the background, they are all dressed in what appears to be mechanics overalls. A small truck drives by as well, with what looks
like military markings….

ZEKE: Then from there I was off to Hawaii…yes Hawaii…and wells it wasn’t for any vacation. I was off to see an old friend, a guy I known for oh maybe
five years…we was part of the Pacific Rim Tag Team Champions… he is up there as a special guest up from New Zealand where he lives. Terry Hobbit Hewitt
is the guys name…we had a good talk and wells I tries to get him to comes to North Carolina, but he just wasn’t into it. He told me that he gonna hang
up his boots soon…and well was trying to wind down his career, and was making just a few trips to some of his favorite places to says good bye to wrestling.
Man I sure do wish he had done agreed… I knows we could have been the champs, but of course there would have been one problem…. Ya cants understand
that guy.. he gots a real strange way of speaking!!

Another truck now passes on the background… and on the side of the truck it says McLean Airfield, Business and Commercial Flights

ZEKE: So now ya wonders why am I out here at this airfield… wells let me tells ya quick… I gets a call and tells mes me that someone thinks they are
the fit for me..but I gots to be able to keeps it a secret. I says ok, I am listening. They tells me to meet them at a certain spot. And I would be taken
to this person. I aint know who it is..just that in time I would find out. So I says ok. I goes to the place…. And there is a black limo waiting… I
gets in the back…and no one is there… the car drives me to this air port… And I am told to gets on this here plane… I say ok…. And wonders who
spending this kind of cash to gets to talk to me…!! When I gets on the plane…all them windows are closed… and I buckles up… we takes off and maybes
an hour later we land… but heck I aint gots any idea where we at… I am told to puts on a blindfold…. Now I thinks someone playing a trick on Zeke….i
gets off the plane and lead to a car… where I gets in…. we drives for a while..and again I thinks … I sure got taken this time…someone having a
laugh…. We stops and I am lead into somewheres… and wells…told to sit down…. The blindfold is still on and …and I hears a voice.. yes a voice
I do recognize but I cant place it…. And he don’t tell me who he is… all he said is.. At Birthday Bash, he will join me in the ring… simple as that.
He wants to be my partner, and wants to answer my call for a tag partner… no questions asked I tries to place the voice or sees who it is……. and
I am told to leave. I am now lead off… into the car.. back to the airport… on to the plane..and now left here…so here I am… I gots me a partner..
and that all I can say. Been quite a search..but I thinks maybe I found the one guy who knows.. I don’t even know who it is……. and ever if I did..i
cant tells ya..!!

The screen now starts to flicker again and the picture fades to black…

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“Money to Blow” hits up in the speakers again as Yung Mula show their mugs on the Megavision, still surrounded by the lovely ladies from the Harrah.

JER$EY: As you know, the following match is a Barbed Wire Ropes grudge match between Aeolus Wrath(huge booo) and JT Whiplash(huge pop).

Jer$ey waits for the crowd to calm down.

JER$EY: However, what you did not know is that the following match will be for a Carolinas title shot at Birthday Bash!

The screen fades to black as the crowd roars again, they sure are loving this night of Rebel Pro action.

“Code of Energy” hits up in the speakers, the crowd doesn’t even hear the third note due to the boos they throw Aeolus Wrath’s way. Aeolus walks from the
back, carrying a burning Rebel Pro flag on a pole. The fans hurl insults his way, but Aeolus continues to wave the burning flag and continuing to spit
on the heritage of both JT Whiplash and the Rebel Pro fans in the South. All of a sudden the fans roar their approval as JT rushes from the back to slam
a barb wire chair into Aeolus’s skull sending him down onto one knee. JT puts out the flag, picking it up to wave proudly as he stomps away on Wrath’s
head and shoulders.

ROB MARTINEZ: This match is under way.

COREY TAYLOR: Not until it hits the ring.

VINCENT BLACK: What a cheap shot by JT on Aeolus there.

JT picks Aeolus up, slamming his face repeatedly into the railing that protects the fans from the action. Well it is supposed to protect them as JT flips
Aeolus over onto the side where the fans are at. A fan hands JT a beer, he chugs it down then crushes the can right on Wrath’s nose busting it open. JT
lifts Aeolus up, a fan slides a chair underneath as he sends him down with a stump pulling piledriver. JT pulls him back up, swinging for the fences and
connects with a homerun shot that sends Aeolus back over the railing to the entranceway. Aeolus is bloody so early in this match that hasn’t even properly
begun yet. JT rushes back to pick up the barb wire wrapped steel chair, he swings again, but Aeolus with a boot right into JT’s jewels causes him to drop
the chair. Aeolus springs to the railing, tornado DDT onto the steel chair, lodging the wire right into JT’s scalp. The fans hiss and boo at this, they
want JT to destroy Aeolus. Aeolus picks JT up,vertical suplex causes the chair to rip out of JT’s scalp before he is slammed onto the concrete.

VINCENT BLACK: Aeolus showing JT who the boss is.

COREY TAYLOR: I love that show.

VINCENT BLACK: You loved Alyssa Milano.

COREY TAYLOR: True.

ROB MARTINEZ: Can the two of you call the match?

Aeolus picks JT up, pounding his fists and elbows into Whiplash’s face before slamming him head first into the railing. JT struggles to regain his feet,
but Aeolus is there with a series of buzz kicks to JT’s temple, ribs, legs, and arms that take the redneck back down to a seated position. Aeolus is there,
laughing in JT’s face before pulling him to a better seated position. Aeolus with a running start slams his knee right into the railing as JT manages to
move out of the way just in time. JT rolls up, blood dripping from his scalp as he shoves himself up vertical. Aeolus is holding at his knee and up to
his feet. JT slams a forearm into the back of his skull sending him towards the ring. Aeolus turns around but JT takes him down with a massive redneck
clothesline to the floor. JT yells out to the crowd before picking up the steps to slam them down on Aeolus with ferocity. JT slams them down a second
then a third time. JT is going wild as he pulls Aeolus back up, driving a knee into his broken nose further destroying it beyond repair but Aeolus nails
a double fist right into JT’s crotch again. JT falls to his knees, holding his junk for the second time in this match. Wrath sits back on the top of the
steps, wiping the blood from his nose before slamming the bottom part of the steps right into JT’s face. Whiplash falls on his back, a gash opened up on
his forehead.

ROB MARTINEZ: What a shot!

COREY TAYLOR: I think JT is dead.

VINCENT BLACK: I’ve seen better.

Aeolus digs under the ring, pulling out a strand of barb wire, he wraps it around his fist. JT is getting back to a seated position but Aeolus drags the
wire covered fist across his face gashing open more wounds to cause pain and blood loss. JT’s eyes close to protect them as much as he can, but he returns
the low blow favor with one of his own with a uppercut to Wrath’s dingle dangles. Wrath gulps and stumbles back from the blow.

COREY TAYLOR: What a cheating move by JT Whiplash.

ROB MARTINEZ: No rules in Rebel Pro, besides Wrath has low blowed JT twice here.

VINCENT BLACK: Why is it funny when a man gets hit in the nuts?

Jt is over on his front, digging under the ring, he pulls out his own strand of wire. JT creates a whip and begins to whip Aeolus like a schoolboy that
has disobeyed his teacher. Aeolus screams as the wire digs into his flesh, Aeolus crawls away. JT is there with another swing that rips the back of Aeolus
up and blood begins to trickle down his side. JT wraps the strand around Aeolus’ throat, pulling back until Wrath’s back is bowed. JT places his knees
into Wrath’s back, falling backward to lift Aeolus’ neck to an ackward angle. The wire breaks from the force that was applied and Aeolus goes sprawling
forward to land on his face as JT pulls himself up. Whiplash digs under the ring again, the Yield sign with barb wire on it. JT smiles as he brings it
down on Wrath’s back once, twice, and a third time. JT picks Aeolus up, Irish whip into the ringpost, but Wrath manages a reversal sending JT’s skull crashing
into the thick steel post. JT falls limply at the base of the post, but Aeolus leans on the apron, soaking it in blood before stumbling over to where Whiplash
is laying. Aeolus smiles through his crimson mask, pulling the lifeless form of JT up to a vertical base. Aeolus digs his fingernails into the forehead
wound, pulling down as it causes pain it also wakes JT up. Whiplash fires a right, Wrath fires one of his own. JT with a left, Wrath with a left and a
right. JT stumbles back, Aeolus drags his face across the wire tearing his flesh and some fans on the front row decide to head for the concession stand.
ROB MARTINEZ: Some fans deciding to leave.

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah, JT is beginning to really stink up the place.

VINCENT BLACK: Nah, that fat chick over there farted, see her laughing?

Aeolus looks out to the crowd as he holds JT’s head for them to get a good look at his face. Aeolus digs under the ring, pulling out a barb wire covered
table and slides it into the ring. He leaves JT’s body beside the ring as he sets the table up inside of the ring. Aeolus goes to the opposite side, takes
a running leap over the top rope, taking down the rising JT with a suicide plancha. Aeolus rolls on through and back up to his feet smearing a order of
nachos all over some kid’s face and laughing as he does it.

ROB MARTINEZ: Totally uncalled for.

COREY TAYLOR: Hahahahahahahahahha

VINCENT BLACK: Why do fat people come to a place then eat in front of hundreds of other people?

Aeolus pulls JT back up, rolling him under the bottom strand of wire and into the ring, he follows in after.

DING DING

The match has now officially begun as Wrath smiles at his handy work and the ring is already turning red from the blood these two are spilling. Aeolus
is grinning through a mask of blood as JT is grimacing through a mask of blood. Aeolus pulls JT over to the corner, pounding his bloody face with forearm
after forearm and mixing in a few right fists for a good recipe of pain. Aeolus sits JT up on the top turnbuckle before climbing up after him. Wrath hooks
JT’s head under his arm and lifts as he falls backwards with a superplex. JT turns in mid-air to nail the Rebel Yell through the barb wire table!

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh my God!

COREY TAYLOR: NO!

VINCENT BLACK: That does hurt, been put through a couple myself.

JT lays on top of Aeolus with a pinning predicament and referee Jimmy Johnson slides into position.

One…

Two…

Three.

DING! DING! DING!

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match… JT Whiplash!

JT rolls off of Aeolus as he uses the barb wire strands to help himself up to a vertical base. “Simple Man” hits up in the speakers as the fans rise up
to their feet, giving this man the ovation he so deserves. In the ring Aeolus is holding at his neck in pain as he seems to have landed on it at a severe
angle.

ROB MARTINEZ: I think Aeolus is hurt guys.

COREY TAYLOR: Who cares, he is a loser anyways.

VINCENT BLACK: I think she farted again… damn it!

JT rolls out of the ring, going to his manager who hands him a folded Confederate flag. JT unfurls the flag, holding it above his head as he waves it much
to the appreciation of the crowd. JT rolls back into the ring, the flag never touching the canvas.

ROB MARTINEZ: What is he doing now?

COREY TAYLOR: Referee overturn the decision.

VINCENT BLACK: JT is sending a messege.

JT stands over Aeolus, draping him in the flag and the crowd roars as JT salutes the flag as it sticks to the wounds on Aeolus Wrath’s body.

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JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, the next match is scheduled for one fall. And it is for the CAROLINA’S CHAMPIONSHIPPPPP!!!!!

The crowd rise up out of there seats as, Lead into Demise by Kingdom of Sorrow, plays through the loud speakers as Johnny Maverick comes out through the
curtains.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first from Washington, D.C. weighing in at two-hundred twenty five pounds, he is the challenger… JOHNNY MAVERICKKKK!

Johnny Maverick walks down to the ring, doing a few taunts and finally enters the ring.

COREY TAYLOR: Johnny Maverick gets only a few boos!? What happened?

ROB MARTINEZ: The fans are liking his style.

COREY TAYLOR: WHY!!!

VINCENT BLACK: The same reason they loved to hate Hardcore Entertainment. We gave them hardcore entertainment and when we showed them what we could really
be without them, well, they hated us because they loved us so much at one time.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent from Las Vegas weighing in at two-hundred twenty pounds… He is your current Carolinas Champion! The Future… CHRISSSS
CASINO!

Immediately the fans boo, as Smooth by Rob Thomas and Carlos Santana hit the speakers. Chris Casino comes out from behind the curtains, with the Carolina’s
Title on his waist. Taunting the crowd, who don’t aprove of it.

COREY TAYLOR: Rob, tell those morons to stop hating on The Future.

ROB MARTINEZ: What’s wrong with you telling them?

VINCENT BLACK: Because he is a punk bitch.

Chris Casino walks up the stairs and gets into the ring. But before anything can get underway…

The lights in the arena switch to green as we can hear the new theme music of Yung Mula, “Money to Blow” featuring Birdman, Drake and Lil’ Wayne plays
loudly throughout the loudspeakers. As Yung Mula (Jer$ey, Mack and Chad Kurtis) are backstage with the roulette wheel.

COREY TAYLOR: Here they go again. What else can possibly happen tonight?

ROB MARTINEZ: We are about to find out.

JER$EY: Hold on! Hold on! Alan Stone do not ring that bell!!!

The fans cheer for Yung Mula as they can be seen on the big screen.

JER$EY: Before the match gets under way, let me tell you that High Stakes is a one of a kind show! A possible show of the year!!!

The fans cheer.

JER$EY: Don’t ya’ll agree??

The fans cheer loudly!!!

JER$EY: So why not, keep shooting for the goal? Once again, the wheel shall be spun to decide the fate for these two superstars, as well!

Chris Casino immediately goes over to Jenny Jersey and snatches the microphone.

Chris Casino: Jer$ey, Mack, Chad, Yung Mula, Yung (BLEEP) what the hell ever! Just in case you did not know. In my contract, it states that I do not have
to participate in any gimmick match, that roulette wheel is useless.

Jer$ey: Oh it is huh Chris? Since you are carrying that Carolina’s Championship, you think you can call the shots?!

Chris Casino: I know I can call all the shots. Alan, do your damn job and start this match.

Jer$ey: Hold on!!!

Jer$ey snaps his fingers as Mack pulls out his cell phone. As Jer$ey started to talk on it, to someone. His voice gets louder…

JER$EY: Oh really!? So his contract states everything, but that!?

JER$EY: No problem then. I guess I have no choice, but to do this one.

JER$EY: Alright, I’ll see you in a little bit!

Jer$ey hangs up the phone and hands it back to Mack.

JER$EY: Hey Chris! I just got off the phone with Larry Gordon. And umm… you’re right! I can not place you into any gimmick match.

The fans boo. As Chris takes off his belt, pleased by the words coming out of Jer$ey’s mouth.

JER$EY: So… with that being said… the only match that you will qualify to participate in is… an I QUIT MATCH!!!!

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh my!! That’s big.

COREY TAYLOR: That’s big alright. A big stupidity.

VINCENT BLACK: Can you make any less sense Corey?

The fans go nuts, as Chris Casino’s pleased face turns to anger.

CHRIS CASINO: An I QUIT match?! I refuse to wrestle in an I Quit Match, did you just not hear what I said you idiotic embasile?

Chris Casino, throws the mic down as he takes his belt back from referee Alan Stone, before he can handle it over to the timekeeper. Then he exits the
ring.

JER$EY: If you don’t get your ass back into the ring, by the count of ten. Not only will you lose, but your championship reign will end. And Johnny Maverick
will be crown the NEWWW CAROLINA’S CHAMPION! Oh yeah Chris, Larry Gordon wanted me to tell you that the only reason you are wrestling this “I Quit” match
is because in your promos this week, you agreed to it.

The big monitor went out as Chris Casino decides his fate. Whether he’s going to wrestle and defend his title against Johnny Maverick or if he’s just going
to give up his gold to him.

Referee Alan Stone, signaled for the bell and started the count quickly.

One..

Two..

Three..

Four..

Chris contemplates what to do.

Five..

Chris continues to walk away, his back to Johnny and the ring.

Six…

Seven..

ROB MARTINEZ: Uh Oh, Johnny Maverick is going after Casino.

COREY TAYLOR: That’s just pure stupid. Why would he do that? He had an easy win.

VINCENT BLACK: Simple, he wants to f*bleep*king fight.

ROB MARTINEZ: I guess he wants to earn it.

Johnny runs towards Casino and clocks him with a elbow shot towards the back of his head. Which stuns him a bit. He then grabs his head spins him around
and starts giving him a couple of jabs to the face. Chris drops his belt and then he begins to trade blows with Johnny. As he backs Maverick, towards the
ring apron. With the two still trading blows, Chris stops Maverick’s pace with a poke to the eyes.

“BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

Chris then grabs him by the head and tights, swinging him back into the ring. He start to get a few stomps to the backside. He picks up Maverick and continues
to give him a few jabs, until he’s in the corner. He knees Maverick into the midsection three times. He then sends him flying into the opposing corner.
He quickly runs behind him to get a big splash, but Maverick side swipes him and Chris eats all of the turnbuckle.

The crowd rises.

Johnny Maverick immediately changes the pace of the match, which is in his favor now. He sends Chris into the ropes as he waits for him to come back and…
Powerslam!

Johnny Maverick goes for a cover.

Alan Stone reminds Johnny, that it’s not a pin fall match. It’s a I QUIT match. He then gets up off of Casino, and quickly heads to the microphone that
Casino dropped down earlier.

JOHNNY MAVERICK: DO YOU QUIT???

CHRIS CASINO: (Catching his breath) No! You Bitch!!!!

Johnny nails him over and over with the mic.

JOHNNY MAVERICK: NOW CHRIS, DO YOU QUIT!???

CHRIS CASINO: … … I… said… NO!

Johnny tries to hit him again, but Chris kicks Johnny in a spot where no man wishes to be hit.

ROB MARTINEZ: That’s just wrong!

COREY TAYLOR: Don’t forget, that this is REBEL-Pro. Anything can happen.

VINCENT BLACK: He just got hit in the nads. That reminds me, it is time for Fantasy Baseball again, anyone out there interested in joining my league?

That turns the tide in the match, as Chris gets up off the mat rubbing his forehead from the repeated shots to the head from the mic. He quickly nails
Johnny with a DDT!!!

That took everything out of both men. Referee Alan Stone, looking puzzled at the moment. They both are trying to use the aide of the ring ropes. Johnny
somehow gets up first and quickly runs towards Chris, who ducks out of the way pulling the ropes down sending Johnny flying towards the mat on the outside.
Chris gets on the turnbuckle ropes and starts to taunt the crowd. As he gets nothing but boos. On the outside, Johnny is twisting and turning. Chris goes
on the outside, picks up Johnny and scoop slams him back to the floor.

ROB MARTINEZ: Johnny’s back is taking a ton of punishment here since he cam flying over the top rope.

COREY TAYLOR: Impressive huh!?

VINCENT BLACK: Seriously, I’m looking for anyone interested in playing Fantasy Baseball in 2010.

Chris goes over to the announcer’s table, grabbing a headset.

CHRIS CASINO: This is just what I do to anyone who steps into the ring with “The Future”. What do you think so far Corey?

COREY TAYLOR: Perfect!!!

ROB MARTINEZ:: Ridiculous.

CHRIS CASINO: It is perfect because Chris Casino is perfect.

Chris spots Johnny Maverick’s sudden movement and quickly heads back over to put in some more damage. As Johnny is upon his knees still kind of bending
down, Chris kicks him in the stomach. He then waits for a couple of minutes as Alan Stone tells Chris to get back in the ring. Johnny Maverick takes about
a minute to get up to his feet…

WHAMMMM!!!!!!

A SUPERKICK PLANTED by Chris Casino!

Chris Casino signals its over, as he grabs a microphone from the timekeeper and kneels down beside Johnny.

CHRIS CASINO: SAY it Johnny and the pain will end!!!

JOHNNY MAVERICK: …..I…..I…..

Before Johnny can say any more, Casino aides Johnny up to his feet.

Chris Casino: Get your ass up.

He then nails him in the face with the microphone, sending a huge THUDDD, throughout the arena. Johnny is still up although his face is upon the little
timekeeper table. Chris picks his head up and…

Bam!!!

Right back onto the table.

BAM!!!

Once more.

BAMMM!!!

And again…

Chris Casino taunts the crowd once more. He then gets into the ring to calm Alan Stone down a little bit, then immediately heads back to the outside of
the ring. Johnny is still laying upon the table, Chris Casino picks his head up…

WHAMMMMM!!!!

COREY TAYLOR: What the!!!

VINCENT BLACK: Casino just got a mouth full of ring bell ala mode.

Chris Casino eats the ring bell. He slowly falls backwards crashing to the mat. As Johnny falls to his knees, trying to catch his breath a little.

ROB MARTINEZ: What a match!

COREY TAYLOR: Before Johnny screwed up.

VINCENT BLACK: Johnny did what he had to do to get an advantage, nothing wrong with that.

With Casino still on the mat, Johnny gains momentum as he picks up Chris and shoves him back into the ring with a microphone in hand.

JOHNNY MAVERICK: DO YOU QUIT!!!???

CHRIS CASINO: ………..

JOHNNY MAVERICK: I SAID DO YOU QUIT!!!

CHRIS CASINO: ………….

JOHNNY MAVERICK: I’m going to say this one more time. DO YOU QUIT!!???

CHRIS CASINO: ….

The lights went off in the arena.

COREY TAYLOR: What the hell is going on!?

With the lights off, you can hear a bunch of rumbling in the ring. But nobody can see what’s going on.

After a minute or two, the light finally comes on, with Johnny Maverick laid out. Chris is still in the same spot. As he gets up little by little, he picks
up Johnny Maverick…

ROB MARTINEZ: UH OHHH!!

THE BANKRUPT………STOPPED!!

Johnny on his little life buzz, shoved Chris into the turnbuckle. As Chris comes back hard, with a back elbow shot from the second rope! Johnny ducks out
of the way….

THHHEEE ABBBMMM!!!!!

COREY TAYLOR: OH S(BLEEP)!!

ROB MARTINEZ: He calls that, Another Body Murdered.

VINCENT BLACK: It’s over!

Johnny goes for the microphone once again, but before he can get over towards Chris. Someone grabs him from the outside, and he crashes to the mat. Taking
the last bit of wind from him, but Johnny still manages to get up. The mask men removed the mask.

IT’S KKP!!!

He snatches the camera from the camera man. And….

KNOCCCKEEEDDDDD!!!!

The devastating blow, messes up the camera setup. You can hear everything, but can’t see anything at all.

ROB MARTINEZ: We’ll try to get you guys another camera back up as soon as possible, because we are having a little technical difficulty at the moment.
COREY TAYLOR: KKP, knocked the hell out of Johnny Maverick.

VINCENT BLACK: We don’t have these kind of technical difficulties in my Fantasy Baseball league.

KKP picks up Johnny Maverick, as he is pouring out blood right above his left eye. KKP balls up his right fist and, K-Cutter!

ROB MARTINEZ: Holy crap, K-Cutter!

Spyke Gein runs out to even the odds, he and KKP trade rights, back and forth. With Johnny almost out of it he rolls back into the ring, to go after Chris.
But with his back turned…..

BANKRUPPPTTTTTT!!!!!!!

He then shoots for ROLLING THE HARD 7, with the microphone in hand, but Johnny counters by performing the standing arm wrench. Johnny locks in the Perfect
Armbar! Casino’s face is right beside the microphone as he dropped just a second before.

JOHNNY MAVERICK: Say it Chris!

CHRIS CASINO: F*bleep*k you!

KKP heads back towards the ring, but Spyke nails him in the back of the head with a beer bottle, busting it over his head.

Johnny Maverick applies the submission harder and tighter.

JOHNNY MAVERICK: Its either your arm snapping or your win streak Chris, your decision because I am not releasing this hold!

CHRIS CASINO: QUIT!! I QUITT!!!!

Alan Stone, signals for the bell but the bell isn’t in the timekeeper’s possession.

JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner and NEEEEEEEEW Carolina’s Champion Johnny Mavvvvverick!

The fans are shocked that the returning Johnny Maverick was able to upset Chris Casino, they are in shock but immediately jump to their feet in cheers
of adoration as Casino has been dethroned of his title. They begin to laugh at Casino’s smug face, as he holds his arm and both he and KKP make their way
to the back. Spyke slides into the ring, licking the Carolinas Championship clean?

VINCENT BLACK: What is that idiot doing?

COREY TAYLOR: Who Rob?

ROB MARTINEZ: Perhaps hoping the Carolinas belt is actually chocolate wrapped in gold?

VINCENT BLACK: Don’t be an idiot, Gordon would have already eaten it by now.

——————————————————————————–

“I’m A Rebel” hits up in the speakers as the capacity crowd begin to cheer as they come to their feet. From the back, wearing a Rebel Pro polo shirt and
khaki pants is the owner himself, Larry Gordon.

LARRY GORDON: I wasn’t supposed to be here, but my grandma is doing much better and she told me to get my ass back here and run this show.

The crowd laughs.

LARRY GORDON: So I offered Yung Mula their money back but they said that since I offered them the chance and they couldn’t make it to run the show, they’d
just take the loss of funds. After all, a man with Jer$ey’s financial status, what is a few thousand right?

The crowd is extatic.

LARRY GORDON: So I figured that I’d introduce a new match stipulation to you all tonight at High Stakes since I just got back in. The following match is
set for one fall with no time limit. There must be a winner and there will! be a winner!

The crowd loves this.

LARRY GORDON: The following match is for the Rebel Pro World Championship and will be fought under Risking the Ring rules.

The crowd is confused.

LARRY GORDON: Each person has named three men they wish to help them should they ring the bell. But… let me explain a bit more clearly. Each wrestler
can ring the bell a total of three times during the match. Whomever rings the bell can either have a friend come down or a foe can come down; see it will
either help them out or hurt them in the match. It is a risk that you take when you decide to ring the bell. For example, if Chad Kurtis rings the bell
either a person he has picked to help him will come out to help him or one of the people Mac has chosen will come down and hurt Chad.

Larry shrugs.

LARRY GORDON: So, Risk the Ringing, it is your call. Will they risk to ring the bell? Only they can and will decide.

The crowd loves the idea, although some are a bit confused at the stipulation, they are the drunker of the crowd. Larry turns to walk back through the
curtain.

“I Don’t Care” hits up in the speakers as from the back to enormous booing and trash throwing is the challenger, Mac.

JENNY JERSEY: From Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania he stands at five feet eight inches and weighs in at two hundred and thirty-five pounds, he is the “Celtic
Killer” Mac!

ROB MARTINEZ: I think Mac is drunk, about half of that bottle is gone.

Mac stumbles around the ringside area, carrying his branding iron and a bottle of Mac’s Black and Gold at his side. The bottle is half full of some amber
liquid and Mac stumbles into the ring steps as the crowd washes him in boos and a lot of unadoration.

“They say I’m cocky!”

Roar! I mean a big time pop, the roof lands about three blocks away as Chad rushes down from the back. The Rebel Pro World title is held high up over his
head as he rushes down to the ring. Chad looks at disgust at Mac, turning his back to point with disapproval at Mac.

Crash!

The bottle shatters over the back of Chad’s skull, sending him into the kneeling position in front of the guardrail. Mac is sober? Mac looks at the shattered
remains of the bottle, then decides to carve up the back of Chad Kurtis a little bit. Chad screams out in pain as Mac digs the bottle deep into his flesh,
sending trickles of blood running down his back. The crowd gives him something to like as they boo him, Mac gives them more fuel as he gives them the dreaded
finger of doom. Mac rolls Chad over to the ring where he puts on a sheepskin onto Chad before tying it in place. Mac rolls Chad into the ring.

DING! DING!

Mac pulls Chad up to a vertical base, before stepping across from him in the standard match starting position. Chad and Mac circle each other, but Mac
rushes in with a clothesline, Chad ducks under the outstretched arm to spin around and connect with a toe kick to the back of Mac’s head. Mac’s momentum
carries him to the corner and Chad springs back from the middle rope to connect with a solid tornado DDT down to the canvas.

ROB MARTINEZ: Chad is eyeing that bell.

COREY TAYLOR: What a dumb idea of the bell.

VINCENT BLACK: I tend to agree, but then again you are a dumbass as well.

COREY TAYLOR: I’ll try to change Mr. Black.

Chad pulls Mac up to his knees, slamming a knee into his face before removing the sheepskin from his body. Chad tosses it to the side and delivers another
shot to Mac’s face with his knee. Chad points to the corner where he drags Mac over and begins to climb, pulling Mac to the top with him. Chad leaps up
onto Mac’s shoulders, spinning around to deliver…

ROB MARTINEZ: Mac counters the huricanrana with a powerbomb!

COREY TAYLOR: Is it alright to say Chad Kurtis is out?

VINCENT BLACK: Yes, it will be alright.

COREY TAYLOR: Chad Kurtis is out cold.

ROB MARTINEZ: Pathetic.

Mac stands back up, dropping a knee right into Chad’s crotch that draws a groan from the males in the crowd. Mac laughs as he picks one of Chad’s ankles
in his hands, Mac begins to kick violently at Chad’s inner knee trying to limit his mobility. Mac stomps down on the inner thigh of Chad Kurtis, further
limiting his move set inside and outside of the ring. Mac lifts him back up and Chad is already limping on that leg. Mac slams a forearm into Chad’s face
before Celtic whipping him into the corner. Mac rushes in with a stinger splash, but no one is home as he gets nothing but turnbuckle padding. Mac stumbles
back from the corner, Chad springs from the middle rope with a dropkick right to Mac’s chin rolling sending him through the ropes.

COREY TAYLOR: Stupid move there from Chad.

VINCENT BLACK: You are learning, that’s good.

ROB MARTINEZ: It does seem to have cost Chad some pain.

Chad is holding at his leg, but Mac is already stirring on the outside of the ring. Chad shoots up, hitting the ropes, and twisting plancha to the outside
takes Mac out of the game, for the mean time. Chad digs under the ring, pulling out a ladder and the crowd goes wild. A ladder is a great weapon, but in
the hands of Chad Kurtis, it may just be deadly. Chad sets it up, climbing to the top of the ladder to ring the bell for the first time in the match.

ROB MARTINEZ: Here we see what the bell will bring into play.

COREY TAYLOR: Stupid idea, is that ok?

VINCENT BLACK: You are still dumb as Bubba J when he’s drunk, but you have potential.

COREY TAYLOR: He compared me to Bubba J… can you believe it?

From the back, to an enormous amount of cheering is JT Whiplash!

ROB MARTINEZ: This doesn’t look good for Mac here.

COREY TAYLOR: This is the dumbest idea Gordon’s ever had.

VINCENT BLACK: There is hope for you yet.

JT comes down to Mac’s body, lifting him up, pounding his body with forearms, fists, and then a swift kick to the midsection. JT grabs him in a front facelock,
bringing him down with a DDT onto the floor. JT whips him into the railing as Mac bounces back, JT delivers a back body that lays Mac out back first on
the floor. A buzzer sounds and JT nods up to Chad Kurtis before leaving to go back through the curtain, his job has been done. Chad looks at Mac from atop
the ladder, pointing out to the crowd before turning around and flipping off backwards with

ROB MARTINEZ: Best Moonsault Ever!

Chad connects solidly with BME, then pulls Mac up, rolling him into the ring for a pin attempt. Chad hooks the leg, rolling over to get more leverage.
One…

Two…

Thr

Kick-out! Mac rolls up a shoulder, Chad is stunned, the fans are stunned, for all we know Mac himself is stunned. Chad asks Alan if it was only a two count
and Alan nods that it was. Chad pulls Mac up to his feet, setting him up for the CK Finale. Chad lifts, but Mac brings his weight back down and flips Chad
over onto hisback. Mac, uses his momentum to bounce off the ropes to deliver a running punt kick to Chad’s head. Mac falls to one knee, looking up to the
bell and nods as he crawls towards the corner quickly. Chad is stirring, but only slightly as Mac climbs up to the top turnbuckle. Chad rolls over onto
his forearms and knees, but Mac rings the bell and from the back, rushes Chris Casino! The crowd boos heavily as Chad comes down to the ring, a smirk plastered
on his face.

ROB MARTINEZ: This doesn’t look good for Chad, but will give Mac a chance to catch his breath.

COREY TAYLOR: This is a brilliant idea of Gordon’s, I’ll have to make sure and tell him so.

VINCENT BLACK: Casino taught Chad some things, but Casino is like most people and out only for himself. He won’t be happy after losing the Carolinas title
earlier tonight.

Chad slides into the ring, but not before grabbing a steel chair from a ringside fan. Chad gets up, looking for a bit of compassion from his former teacher.
Casino looks to contemplate it for a moment, Mac looks a bit worried. Casino puts all worries aside as he nails Chad in the face with the steel chair,
sending him to lay on his back, eyes closed. Chris flips him over onto his stomach before threading his arm through the steel chair. Casino smirks out
to the crowd before locking on an armbar, causing extreme amounts of pain to radiate throughout Chad’s body, especially his arm.

COREY TAYLOR: That will limit him performing some moves.

VINCENT BLACK: It won’t hinder his using the CK Finale, just check out the match between him and Steve Parker.

ROB MARTINEZ: So, are you saying that you like Chad Kurtis?

VINCENT BLACK: Hell no, can’t stand the guy, but his persistence is nearly unmatched.

Casino does as much damage as he can to Chad as Mac rests in the corner. The same buzzer sounds and Casino is forced to relinquish the hold, but Mac is
there to stomp away with his boots on the injured arm as Casino slides out of the ring. The crowd gives Casino as much hatred as they did when he showed
up, but he doesn’t care as he steps back through the curtain. Mac brings Chad up to his feet, pounding his fists into his face until Kurtis is in the corner.
Mac with a chop, another chop, and a third chop causing Chad’s chest to redden heavily. The crowd doesn’t woo at all as it is their favorite getting punished
here. Mac takes his boot and slides the steel chair underneath his spread feet. A boot to the gut of Chad Kurtis and a double underhook as Mac lifts, then
slams Chad’s face into the steel chair.

COREY TAYLOR: Steel City Sinner!

VINCENT BLACK: No one can doubt Mac’s tenacity.

ROB MARTINEZ: Fact is, Mac has yet to do anything heelish in this encounter.

Well, that changes as Mac takes the steel chair, slamming it into Chad’s groin back rest first, the men groan over and over and the women and little children
boo. Mac laughs as he calmly walks over to the bell hanging over the corner post, he climbs up and rings the bell confidently. Out from the back rushes
Jer$ey to a big pop. Mac looks confused as he quickly grabs the steel chair to help him out.

COREY TAYLOR: What is going on here?!

ROB MARTINEZ: It is a risk of ringing the bell, you can either get a friend or a foe.

VINCENT BLACK: Sort of like sleeping with a prostitute, you get a good time, but you will receive a gift that keeps on giving.

Mac swings the chair as Jer$ey hops up onto the ring apron, but Jer$ey leaps to the top rope, jumping off with a front kick that slams the chair right
into Mac’s face sending him backwards. Jer$ey leaps to the top turnbuckle, diving off with a flipping double knee drop on Mac’s face. Jer$ey hops up, playing
to the crowd and trying to help out Chad as much as he can. Jer$ey picks up the discarded steel chair, placing it on Mac’s face before he climbs to the
top turnbuckle again. Jer$ey leaps off with a double foot stomp on the chair as the buzzer sounds. Jer$ey slaps Kurtis a bit to wake him up and Chad nods
his thanks, but looks to be out of it as well. Jer$ey heads to the back as Chad struggles up to his feet. Chad sways from side to side as he falls against
the ropes, but stumbles over to Mac where he makes a cover.

One…

Two…

Th

Kick-out!

ROB MARTINEZ: How?!

VINCENT BLACK: Determination.

COREY TAYLOR: Stubbornness.

Chad boots Mac in the gut, going for the CK Finale again, but he just can’t seem to lift the challenger up, his arm is hurting too much and there is no
momentum to help him out. Chad nods out of frustration as he delivers a DDT instead, he grunts and holds at his arm in pain as he gets back up to his feet.
Chad stumbles as he runs to the ropes. Chad leaps up to the top rop, seeming to run up the ropes, springing off with a springboard 450 splash onto Mac.
ROB MARTINEZ: Primetime Splash!

VINCENT BLACK: It may be over.

Chad hooks the leg, going for another pin.

One…

Two…

Thr

Mac gets a shoulder up just as Alan Stone was going down for the third mat slap. Chad holds at his arm as he climbs to the top turnbuckle, he nods as he
rings the bell, he knows the risks, but his arm is killing him. As the crowd boos, Chad turns around to see Krusty Kid Paul saunter down from the back,
Chad readies himself, he knew the risk. KKP is carrying Bertha with him to the ring and waggles it in Chad’s direction before stepping up the steps and
onto the ring apron. Chad wastes no time as he dives for KKP through the ropes, but KKP brings Bertha, the double sided purple dildo wrapped in barbed
wire, down on Chad’s cranium. KKP pulls the wire out of Chad’s skin and a bit more of Chad’s blood floods down his body, this just down his face. Paul
pulls Chad back through the ropes as he sets him up,Berthaagainst Chad’s throat.

COREY TAYLOR: K-Cutter!

ROB MARTINEZ: Chad is out cold!

VINCENT BLACK: If we could only be so lucky.

Mac is moving again, all be it slowly, but he is moving again. KKP pulls Mac up to his feet, draping him across the Rebel World Champion as he leaves the
ring, thanks to the buzzer.

One…

Two…

Thre

Shoulder up! Chad manages to get his shoulder up and KKP is shocked! He makes to head back into the ring, but instead turns his back to leave through the
curtain once again. Mac is furious as he pulls Chad back up, pounding his now bloody face with his meaty forearms. Mac lifts him to a seated position on
the top turnbuckle, superplex onto the steel chair. Mac hooks the leg, making a second quick cover.

One…

Two…

Thre

Shoulder up! Mac yells that Alan Stone needs to hurry the count, because that was definitely three! Alan Stone signals that it was two and Mac gets right
up into his face, spit flying as he argues his case. Mac turns around as Chad is struggling up to his feet, but Mac has the steel chair in hand now and
just waits on Chad to get back up. Chad does, Mac swings, but Chad falls back to a prone position. Mac’s momentum carries him on around with the force
of the missed blow. Chad kips up to his feet, ducking under another swing sweeping Mac’s legs out from under him and causing him to land face first on
the steel chair. Chad lays there though, catching his breath, gasping and trying to regain some composure. Chad rolls up to a vertical position.

ROB MARTINEZ: Neither man going to give up here.

COREY TAYLOR: It is the main title Rob, would you?

VINCENT BLACK: When you hold that belt, it as though nothing can touch you.

Mac is on his knees and forearms, Chad runs, stepping on Mac to bounce off the other side of ropes. Mac up to just a kneeling position, Chad bounces back
with a flip over Mac while he catches his head to bring him down with a neckbreaker. Chad doesn’t make the cover because he is holding his arm, the arm
injured in his match with Steve Parker and most recently re-injured by the hands of Chris Casino. Mac somehow forces himself up to a seated position, holding
at his neck while Chad gets up to his knees as well. As one, both men stand up, blood and sweat mixing together on their bodies. Mac is wearing a crimson
mask from the shot received by Jer$ey and Chad’s assualt by Bertha. Collar and elbow lockup in the center of the ring. Chad with a wristlock into a hammerlock,
but Mac reverses into one of his own. Chad rolls forward flipping Mac over, wincing at the use of his arm. Mac lands on his feet though, hitting the ropes,
but Chad hits the ropes as well. Chad with a flying crossbody, but Mac catches him in mid-flight. Mac smirks at his luck, but Chad wiggles until each of
his knees are on either side of Mac’s neck. Chad flips Mac over onto the mat and is up again quickly. Chad hits the ropes as Mac lays on the mat, baseball
slide into the side of Mac’s face. Chad gets himself up, climbing the turnbuckle, he rings the bell for the third and final time for him. Out from the
back is one of the biggest men in Rebel Pro, Mack. He calmly walks down to the ring, a smirk planted on his face as well. He steps over the top rope into
the ring, Chad looks a bit weary, from the match.

ROB MARTINEZ: Mack is going to destroy Mac!

COREY TAYLOR: This stipulation is retarded.

VINCENT BLACK: What is retarded is the fact that no one has signed up for my Fantasy Baseball group yet.

Mack stares at Macculloch, a not so confident look on his face, his hand outstretched and hoping for a handshake or forgiveness? Mack walks over, grasping
the hand and pulls him in for a chokeslam. Mac lands on the overused and very dented steel chair, busting him open further. Mack smiles as he flips backwards
out of the ring, smiling all the way through the curtain. In the ring both men are on their backs, moving only to breathe. The crowd is trying to get Chad
back up to his feet, but it is working very slowly. On the other hand, no one cares if Mac gets back up after his betrayal of them. Chad is against the
ropes, pulling himself up, bloody, exhausted, and hurting. Mac pulls himself up on the other side of the ring, very much slower the same feeling crossing
his features. Mac is closer to the bell, but decides against it for the moment. They meet back in the center of the ring, Mac slamming the point of his
elbow into Chad’s bloody forehead backing him up against the ropes. Mac looks to Billy in the front row.

MAC: “I still say he is a bag of sheep dung!”

Chad fires back with a right hand catching Macculloch off guard as he yells at little Billy and his dad. Chad whips Mac across the ring, Chad hits the
ropes, ducking down into a forward roll to spring up with a clothesline that staggers Mac against the ropes. Chad hits the side ropes, coming off with
a swinging neckbreaker that brings Mac down to his back. Chad gets up to his feet quickly.

CHAD: “Yeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!”

The crowd is roaring their approval as Chad brings Mac up to a kneeling position.

VINCENT BLACK: Mac had better hope he is able to ring that bell, because Chad can no longer ring it.

ROB MARTINEZ: Chad is setting up for the CK Finale!

COREY TAYLOR: I think Mac is playing dead.

Chad lifts up, but screams out in pain as he drops Mac to hold at his leg where blood is trickling down. Chad brings Mac’s head up and blood is dripping
down his chin where he just bit Chad on the leg. Mac fires a right fist into Chad’s midsection before shoving him into the corner with his shoulderblock.
Kurtis folds up in the corner, but Mac climbs up, placing his feet in Chad’s midsection and falling backwards to flip Chad out of the corner and slide
across the ring into the corner where the bell is at. Mac falls down to one knee, wiping his mouth, before he walks over. Mac climbs up the turnbuckle
and goes to ring the bell when Chad reaches up pulling his tights. Mac kicks out and connects with the bell as he falls back to slam on the canvas with
his head and neck, but in a pinning position.

One…

Bubba J rushes out from the back, eyeing the ring.

Two…

Bubba J slides into the ring and begins to stomp a perverbial mudhole in The Show’s hide as the crowd fills the building with boos.

ROB MARTINEZ: It’s Bubba J!

COREY TAYLOR: He was Mac’s third choice! But why?!

VINCENT BLACK: Beer, Bubba J’s biggest weakness. I knew all along, he told me earlier.

Bubba J whips Chad Kurtis into the ropes, Chad rebounds and tries to catch Bubba J in a swinging neckbreaker but Bubba J blocks it. He spins Chad around,
boot to the gut.

COREY TAYLOR: Trailer Park Trash! Chad’s done for.

VINCENT BLACK: I agree, that move hurts no matter the man’s size.

ROB MARTINEZ: Felt it before have you?

VINCENT BLACK: Oh yeah, it hurts.

Bubba J picks Mac up, slapping him awake and Mac nods that he is awake. Bubba J makes sure and Mac nods.

BUBBA J: “You didn’t give me enough beer! You cheap sum-bitch! I expect more at Hardcore Drinking tomorrow!”

Mac falls as the buzzer sounds and Bubba J leaves the ring, giving the fans the finger. Mac falls on top of Chad Kurtis. Bubba J walks backwards, watching
the match unfold.

One…

Two…

Thre

Shoulder up! Bubba J’s jaw drops as Mac looks for confirmation that it was only two. Mac pulls Chad up to his feet, now angry at the referee, he sets Chad
up for the Celtic Burial. Chad with a fist into his gut rushes past him to run up the turnbuckle.

ROB MARTINEZ: Breeze”

COREY TAYLOR: Show off.

VINCENT BLACK: The Show-off” Chad Kurtis.

Chad boots the stunned Mac in the midsection, lifting him up.

COREY TAYLOR: DAMN!

VINCENT BLACK: The damn CK Finale.

ROB MARTINEZ: Chad hooks the leg for the cover.

One…

Two…

Three.

DING! DING! DING!

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match and STIIIIIIIILL Rebel Pro World Heavyweight Champion… “The Show” Chad Kurtis!

Mac rolls out of the ring, pissed but knowing he will get another day at Chad Kurtis. Chad is handed the Rebel Pro World title, he holds it high over his
head in celebration.

Just then, “My Michelle” by GNR assault’s the crowd’s eardrums. Marcus Marion, as cocky as ever, makes a dash down to the ringside area, he is dressed
like he just stepped off the fairway. White polo shirt, black slacks. He has an expensive gold watch, probably Bulgari around his wrist.

ROB MARTINEZ: what is e doing down here?

Marion jumps into the ring, immediately blindsiding Kurtis with a stiff clothesline. COREY TAYLOR: Kick his ass Marcus.

ROB MARTINEZ: Chad has just had a hell of an intense match and now this vulture wants his pickings?

Marion then ties the already fatigued Kurtis to the ring ropes, then calls for a mic. Getting close to his face, the World title obsessed newcomer, Marion,
begins.

MARCUS MARION: Kurtis, wake up.

Marion thumps The World Champion in the head with the microphone, teasing him. This infuriates the fans.

MARCUS MARION: I…said…WAKE UP!

Marion strikes Kurtis in the head again with the mic.

ROB MARTINEZ: This is enough!

VINCENT BLACK: Kurtis’ eyes are red with anger, but he is unable to do anything about it.

MARCUS MARION: Chad, you look a little uncomfortable, let me loosen those ropes.

Kurtis attempts to kick Marion, hitting nothing but air as Marion sidesteps. Marion then teases freeing Kurtis, the fans, in full support of Kurtis, boo
the hated blonde.

MARCUS MARION: On second thought…

Marion, with full velocity, kicks Kurtis directly in the groin. The males in the audience go: OOH! OOH!

MARCUS MARION: Hey, you asked for it. I had every intention of freeing you from the mouse trap. However, Kurtis, you had to take a swipe at me. Look where
that got you. Take a long hard look at yourself. You let me see you sweat. You’re flustered. You’re frustrated. You can’t even defend yourself. And here
I thought you had upper management written all over you. You’re USELESS to me. Well…almost. You see that World title?

Marion points to the World title lying dormant in the center of the ring. At that moment, “Money to Blow” hits the speakers as Mack and Jer$ey rush out
to help their Yung Mula comrad. Half-way down the aisle, as Marion looks a bit worried, but it looks fake.

ROB MARTINEZ: Here comes help!

Two men jump the barricade. Shut Down nails Mack in the forehead with a hubcap as Freak jumps from the barricade with a roundhouse kick right to Jer$ey’s
face.

COREY TAYLOR: Or so you thought.

Yung Mula are out cold in the aisle way as The Freak and Shut Down nod up to Marcus, in the ring, and motion for him to continue.

MARCUS MARION: Of course you do. Can you touch it, I suppose, is the real question. Well, I’m waiting. Can you?

Marion takes the mic, obnoxiously thumping it over Kurtis’ head for a third time.

MARCUS MARION: That’s a good boy. See, now we are getting somewhere. Now we are making some progress. You’ve made a fine living off defending these lepers
in the seats (the camera pans to the audience). Lepers, not fans, you heard me correctly. Ever wonder why they sit behind guardrails, away from everybody
else? It’s because they MUST be controlled. They are completely unsanitary. They are the retarded cousin locked away in the attic. Public display of affection,
Kurtis, that’s a no-no. They cannot possibly live amongst the rest of us. They are a disease. A dim-witted disease that slowly and surely, rots the bones.
Like cancer. But much worse. You’ve high-fived enough of “them” to know what I mean. So you’ve been infected. You need a cure. Guess whose got the antidote?
Marcus pauses, letting the words sink in.

MARCUS MARION: After all, it’s not the healthy that need a doctor. But the sick.

Marion gives a disingenious smile to Kurtis, flashing his Hollywood whites. The fans, if they could, would physically boo Marion out of the building.

MARCUS MARION: You think these, ahem, things, care about you? Did they care about Kyle Roberts? He was the “face” of Rebel Pro, when’s the last time his
name came up in casual conversation? Oh wait, you can’t say, can you? Sunshine, this is a what-have-you-done-for-me lately business. In two years, you’ll
be forgotten. Someone more handsome. More virile and younger will take your place. He’ll pose on the cover of Playgirl magazine And you? You’ll be a grandfather
before you hit forty. And why? It’s because it’s the nature of this business. This profession works in cycles. In loops.

Marcus pauses for another quick breath.

MARCUS MARION: Loops, Kurtis, you can’t always be apart of.

Kurtis seethes. He tries his best to free himself from the ropes, to no avail.

MARCUS MARION: (Grabbing the World title, slinging it over his shoulder). So, how do I look? Come on, I’ve got a thick skin. I can handle the truth. If
you think this match is just about the World title you are a damn fool. It’s MUCH greater than that. It’s about who is the man in this federation. Is it
The Show. Is it The Revolutionary? I am the most talked about blood that has passed through these doors in two years. I didn’t come here to play house.
I didn’t sign on the dotted line to be the V.P., your number 2.

Marcus pats the World title.

MARCUS MARION: I came here to give you what you deserved.

Marion kisses the World title, getting a rise out of Kurtis, then wallops him in the face with the gold, instantly busting him open, even further if possible.
MARCUS MARION: At Birthday Bash 2010, we dance. See you soon, champ.

Marion drops the mic, the fans booing him mercilessly. He laps up the boos. Then makes his exit.

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Credits

Opening Segment-Greg, Brody, Bean
KKP vs David Cage-Kent
The Freak vs Marcus Marion-Brad, Christian, Bean
JT Whiplash vs Aeolus Wrath-Bean
Chris Casino vs Johnny Maverick-Greg/Bean
Chad Kurtis vs Macculloch-Bean
Yung Mula segments-Greg/Bean

MARCH MADNESS 03/02/2010

March Madness
3-2-2010
Grady Cole Center-Charlotte, NC
The arena is humming as the fans pack in, ready to see the hottest independent wrestling promotion on the East Coast!!!

As the seats fill up, a cheer rips through the crowd as Corey Taylor & Rob Martinez make their way out from the back slapping the outstretched hands of
fans on their way to the ring. The pop for the REBEL announce team is nothing compared to the huge ovation Jenny Jersey gets when she saunters out from
the back in a tight fitting dress.

A quick scan shows that only a handful of seats are empty (and those folks are no doubt at the merchandise table) and the announce team take their positions.
Just as Jenny starts to walk up the ring steps she’s interrupted by…..

“Man it’s a hot one, like seven inches from the midday sun….”

“Smooth” by Santana w / Rob Thomas hits the speakers and the crowd erupt in boos for the duo that emerge from behind the curtain. Krusty Kid Paul & The
REBEL Carolinas Champion Chris Casino, Dirty Money. KKP is dressed in his ring gear as Casino is decked out in an expensive suit. The Championship belt
draped over a shoulder. The duo enter the ring, smile and even wave to the people who are giving them the finger and shouting obscenities at them.

Casino, complete with a microphone in his hand, smirks at the audience.

Casino: Yes, yes we love you guys too.

More boos, Dirty Money laps it up.

Casino: Now I know people are wondering why I’m not wrestling tonight. It’s simple really. I’m injured.

KKP hangs his head and wipes away an invisible tear.

Casino: Yes…I….(chokes up) Have a hang nail.

The boos intensify and KKP walks over and gets a ‘Bro Hug’ from his partner. We can see Casino mouth the words, “It’ll be okay.”

Casino: Never fear though, at High Stakes I will return and defend my Championship against whatever piece of trash they through at me. But belive it or
not, we’re not out here to talk about my tragic and life threatening injury. No, we’re here on Dirty Money business. Tonight Chad Kurtis, a man I groomed
and trained to hold both the NAPW & REBEL World Titles, will defend his title against Macculloch.

A pop for the mention of Kurtis. In fact a chant for the World Champ starts up…..Which is promptly ignored by Dirty Money.

Casino: Now myself and KKP have chatted and we’ve decided that whoever wins that match, whoever walks out the World Champion….Will become the NEW member
of Dirty Money!!!

Some confused looks from the fans as they wonder if Kurtis is aware of this odd offer.

Casino: Rest assured, by the end of the night Dirty Money will have the REBEL World Championship in our little family! Thank you and please….Don’t eat
the hot dogs. Food poisoning is a bitch.

“Smooth” plays as Dirty Money cialis vs flomax leave the ring leaving confused fans in their wake.

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JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is set for one fall and is for the REBEL Pro Number One Contendership TrophyÖ Introducing firstÖ
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of the Undead” cues up and the fans POP! YOUNG! YOUNG! YOUNG! YOUNG! YOUNG! YOUNG!

The fans erupt for the Triple Crown champion.

JENNY JERSEY: From Hollywood, Florida, he weighs in at two hundred and forty-five pounds… THOMAS YOUNG!

He emerges from the curtain, slapping his chest and slapping the hands of his fans before running to the ring and entering through the ropes.

My Michelleî by GNR plays over the P.A. system.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

JENNY JERSEY: He hails from Atlanta, GeorgiaÖ weighing in tonight at two-hundred and thirty-three poundsÖ accompanied to the ring by Nicole RhodesÖ the
Number One Contender to any REBEL ChampionshipÖ The RevolutionaryÖ MARCUS MARION !

Marion emerges, staring cockily at the booing fans, Nicole Rhodes rubbing his shoulders at the entranceway before they slowly make their way down the aisle,
exchanging ëpleasantriesí with the fans.

Marion scans the capacity crowd, his frost bite like glare almost gives you goosebumbs. After taking a second to look at Thomas Young, wanting to get the
match underway, Marion grabs a mic, then begins to speak.

MARCUS MARION: (His index finger is pointed up, stopping Young from advancing on him) Young, not so fast. See, it’s in the Revolutionary’s lineage, his
DNA to be a benevolent dictator. That being said, Christmas has come early to the Young household. For the first time in A LONG time, you won’t have to
skewer, nor raid through any Hefty bags for any goodies. I’ve left the porch light on. I’ve thrown away all the traps. There’s no hidden goons under the
ring, waiting to attack on my mark. This is as “honest” of an angle as you’ll ever get, at least from me. I’m offering you a one-man invite to the GREATEST
giveaway in town.

The fans look on at each other, with puzzled looks on their faces

MARCUS MARION: It’s been real but, Young, after much deliberation I’m cashing in my beloved number one contenders trophy, simply because my eyes are on
the sparrow, that is the World Heavyweight Title. You want that trophy behind the panel of glass? Go get it, it’s yours. But, however, be forewarned, when
I take that belt from either Mac’s or Kurtis’ unfit waist at the next Underground, be smart, don’t come barking up my tree. Remember the T.L.C. I showed
you when I gave you a reason to live.

The fans begin to boo, not liking the pompous, arrogant, blonde’s remarks regarding Young.

Now, since you seem to be so eager, you may approach.

Marion throws the mic, violently out of the ring, as Young approaches him to grapple.

DING DING

ROB MARTINEZ: The winner of this match will likely face Chad Kurtis or MacCulloch in the near future!

COREY TAYLOR: They might as well start calling that contender trophy the World Championship so long as Marcus Marion holds it. This guy is REVOLUTIONARY!
ROB MARTINEZ: Creative, Corey. Creative.

COREY TAYLOR: Oh, please. If his name was ìMarvelousî Marcus Marion, which is actually kind of catchy, Iíd STILL call him revolutionary. You know what,
my vocabulary pisses you off! Youíre jealous! And you know what else, let me just say tható

ROB MARTINEZ: Shut up, Corey, the match is starting!

COREY TAYLOR: I know you are but what am I?

ROB MARTINEZ: That makes no sense!

COREY TAYLOR: Ödammit!

VINCENT BLACK: It is hilarious to listen to the two of you go at it like a pimp and his bitch.

Marion and Young circle each other. Finally a lock-up. Marion backs Young into the corner and releases him. Hard slap to the chest. Another! Marion turns
around and raises his arms as if he had performed a 810 splash. Young capitalizes with forearm shots to the back. Sends him off of the ropes. Marion ducks
a clothesline. Off of the opposite ropesÖ Young catches him with a hiptoss. Marion quickly to his feet only to be whipped again. Hiptoss againóblocked!
Marion with a hiptoss of his own! Marion runs off of the ropes, jumps over Young, off of the opposite ropes. Young rises and hits him with an arm-drag
takedown which he turns into an Indian armlock. Marion looks frustrated, unsure how he ended up mid-ring with his arm bending in three different directions.
Marion slowly gets to his feet, bringing Young with him. Clothesline to Young, ducked. Young hooks a waistlock. Marion with a back kick to Youngís no-no
spot! The fans boo as Marion declares: ìThatís it! No more fooling around! That title is as good as mine!î

Marion spits in Youngís face. Young looks pissed! He charges at Marion who hits him with a drop toe hold into a half crab! Marion reaches out and grabs
Nicoleís hand which helps him apply even more pressure on Young! Marion releases her hand and reduces the amount of pressure, basically sitting on Young.
ìThis man was your world champion?î he asks the booing crowd. ìThis amateur?î Young kicks his leg back sending Marion to the ground.

ROB MARTINEZ: Marion needs to take Young more seriously. Youngís resume is a lot more impressive than Marionís; heís held every title in REBEL Pro for
Chrissakes!

COREY TAYLOR: Itís all part of his plan. Youíre so simple, Rob.

VINCENT BLACK: Rob isn’t as complex as being simple.

Young climbs to his feet to the cheers of the fans. Marion looks confused. Young with a lariat, ducked. Marion applies a waistlock, reversed. Marion elbows
his way out of Youngís waistlock. Marion runs off of the ropes, Young catches him with a belly-to-bellyÖ no! Reversed into a neckbreaker! Young climbs
to his feet, holding his neck, only to be dropkicked down! Marion pushes him into the corner, whips him across the ring. Runs in for a splashóYoung gets
a foot up! Young runs in for a bulldog but Marion throws him! Young stands up only to be hit with a æ running facelock! Cover!

One!

Two!

Thókickout!

Marion looks frustrated. He picks Young up and snapmares him over. Off of the ropesÖ dropkick to the back of the head! He goes up to the second turnbuckleÖ
flying elbow drop! Cover!

One!

Two!

Thrókickout!

Marion argues with the referee, telling him itís a three-count, not a four-count and that his arithmetic skills are pitiful. Marion picks Young up. Snap
suplex! And a Sharpshooter! Young is fighting it, trying to crawl to the ropes, but he is unable to. Marion cinches, again grabbing Nicoleís hand to apply
as much pressure as how much does viagra cost possible. Finally Young is able to push his legs back, sending Marion flying through the ropes into Nicole! Marion stands up, berating
Young for ìhitting a girl!î He helps Nicole to his feet. Young with a plancha! But Marion moves Nicole out of the way and Young hits the guardrail!

HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

ROB MARTINEZ: Weíre not used to seeing Thomas Young fly through the air like thatÖ but the contendership is on the line! What a risky move!

COREY TAYLOR: Stick to the ground, Thomas. Maybe now youíll learn your lesson!

VINCENT BLACK: I doubt it, someone that thick rarely learns their lesson.

Young grabs the back of his knee which apparently caught the brunt of the impact. Marion laughs as Young hollers in pain. The referee asks Young if he
viagra usa pharmacy wants to stop the match but he shakes his head no. To which Marion rolls him into the ring, then goes outside the ring postÖ Figure Four Leglock around
the ring post! Young is in an incredible amount of pain! He is freaking out, refusing to tap, but he is flopping around like a fish out of water! Finally
Marion relents but Young cannot even stand. He uses the ropes to pull himself up then immediately falls back down. Marion walks over to the timekeeperís
table and shines humana mail order pharmacy his contender trophy, then re-enters the ring.

Cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

NO!

Kickout! Marion canít believe it.

ROB MARTINEZ: No offense to Marion, but if Young wouldnít tap out before, why wouldnít he kickout of a pinfall attempt?

COREY TAYLOR: Who the hell asked your advice? He has a manager and her name is Nicole Rhodes. And I love her!

VINCENT BLACK: Yeah Rob, shut up before I punch you in the mouth.

ìJust give up, you idiot!î Marion yells. Figure four in the middle of the ring. Young flops around again, helpless.

His squirming slows down.

The referee raises his arm.

Once.

Twice.

Thróno! X-Pac revival!

ROB MARTINEZ: Thomas Young is risking his career right now! He is too young for this!

COREY TAYLOR: Pun intended?

ROB MARTINEZ: NO!

VINCENT BLACK: Rob is too dumb to make a pun.

But it is short livedÖ his eyes close.

The referee raises his arm.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

JENNY JERSEY: And your winner

Nicole Rhodes grabs the microphone out of Jennyís hand. She gives Jenny a nasty look then looks out at the crowd, seemingly loving the boos.

NICOLE RHODES: The winner of the match, as if there was ever ANY doubt, the NEXT REBEL World Heavyweight ChampionÖ the REVOLUTIONARYÖ MARCUS MARION!

Nicole raises Marionís arm into the air as officials check on Thomas Young and prepare to help him to the back. Thomas limps down the aisle, limping heavily
on his left leg and barely able to walk.

VINCENT BLACK: I think Young may have a torn ligament.

ROB MARTINEZ: Got experience with those don’t you?

COREY TAYLOR: I’d watch it Rob.

VINCENT BLACK: Agreed Corey, Rob watch it or you’ll be looking down over your own back.

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“I’m A Rebel” hits up in the speakers and the crowd gives a mixed reaction for the Rebel Pro Owner, Larry Gordon. Larry walks down the aisleway, shaking
a few hands before he steps up the ring steps and into the ring. Leaning his big bulk over the top rope, he gets the microphone from Jenny Jersey and brings
it up to his lips.

LARRY GORDON: “Hello Rebel Pro fans!”

Still a mixed reaction, Gordon looks a bit perplexed before a smile crosses his face. It is a knowing smile, a bit regretful, but still there.

LARRY GORDON: “I know you, or most of you, aren’t happy with what I did last show with allowing Yung Mula to run High Stakes…”

He looks at the crowd.

LARRY GORDON: “But it isn’t something I wanted to do, but something that I absolutely have to do. After I get through speaking now I’m heading on a flight
to see my grandma who is getting progressively worse by the hour.”

The crowd hushes, they had no idea that she was that bad off. Larry gets a bit choked up.

LARRY GORDON: “The doctors say that she might not even be there when I arrive so I’ve got to cut this short and catch my flight.”

The crowd is still hushed.

LARRY GORDON: “But for a bit more bad news.”

The crowd is still hushed.

LARRY GORDON: “Unfortunately the World Title Grudge Match will not be taking place tonight as planned because of Chad Kurtis’ injury up in NAPW.”

Another reason for this crowd to hate NAPW as they begin to boo heavily at NAPW not Larry Gordon.

LARRY GORDON: “Now they are a talented bunch, but facts are facts. However…”

The crowd falls silent, waiting.

LARRY GORDON: “As my last official act before I leave I have signed a particular match for High Stakes.”

The crowd is on the edge of their seats.

LARRY GORDON: “Chad Kurtis will be defending his Rebel Pro World Championship against Macculloch at High Stakes in a match for all of you fans. Anyone
with a ticket to this show will receive tickets for the High Stakes show at half price!”

The crowd loves him again, they just love him.

LARRY GORDON: “With that said, I have to leave and may you enjoy High Stakes.”

The crowd, as one, sands up clapping for Larry Gordon.

CROWD: “Get Well Soon! Get Well Soon! Get Well Soon! Get Well Soon!”

Larry looks around, slapping a few hands as he exits the arena to “I’m A Rebel”

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JENNY JERSEY: The following match is set for one fall with a fifteen minute time limit and is for the Rebel Pro Tag Team Championships…

“Bedrock” by Young Money hits up and the crowd gives their mixed reaction. Some feel that Yung Mula did a dirty thing to Larry Gordon, but ninety percent
of the crowd think the two of them helped out a desperate man.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing the challengers, at a total combined weight of five hundred and five pounds, Jer$ey and Mack… YUNG MULA!

Jer$ey and Mack glad hand a few hands before stepping inside the ring and waiting on the bell to ring.

COREY TAYLOR: I swear Rob, if you sing I’ll knock your teeth down your throat

VINCENT BLACK: True because Rob, thinking about you making anyone’s bed rock is the best diet plan since I walked in on Bubba J that time.

ROB MARTINEZ: Huh? What?

“Shallow Bay” by Breaking Benjamins hits the speakers as the crowd gives no reaction until they realize it is the Rebel Pro Tag Team Champions, Duncan
Aries and Justin Moreno. Both men walk down to the ring, glad anding fans as they come down.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing the Rebel Pro Tag Team Champions, at a total combined weight of four hundred and fifty pounds… Duncan Aries and Justin Moreno…
GENERATION NOW!

Duncan slides under the bottom rope as Justin flips over into the ring.

DING DING

Justin circles around Jer$ey in the center of the ring, both teams doing their best to respect each other in the early going at least. Both teams enjoy
the fans, the fans enjoy both teams, well for the most part anyways. The fans still aren’t happy with Yung Mula, but why give up so much money for nothing?
Exactly, you’d do the same thing. Justin and Jer$ey go in for a lockup, Justin leaps into mid-air from a flat footed stance, over Jer$ey, dropkick to his
back sends Jer$ey into the ropes. Justin rushes over as Jer$ey rebounds, shoulder into the midsection catches Jer$ey off-guard.

ROB MARTINEZ: Justin’s debut here in Rebel Pro is working out so far.

COREY TAYLOR: Who cares?

VINCENT BLACK: I sure don’t.

Justin reaches out tagging in Duncan Aries who steps through the ropes. Duncan with a swinging neckbreaker off the ropes takes Jer$ey down onto the mat
as Justin hops over the top rope. Duncan begins to stomp away on Jer$ey with ferocity until he pulls him up to a vertical base. Irish whip into the ropes,
but Jer$ey stops his momentum by grabbing the top rope before reaching to tag in Mack. The big man steps over the top rope, glaring down at Duncan Aries.
COREY TAYLOR: Duncan is gonna get killed.

ROB MARTINEZ: By whom?

VINCENT BLACK: Me when I can return.

Duncan doesn’t back down from the challenge, begging Mack to bring any thing he thinks he needs. Mack walks over, asking for a test of strength, Duncan
obliges. Duncan and Mack lock hands, but Duncan beats Mack to the punch with a toe kick into his ribs sending Mack over to one side. Duncan still holds
onto the hand, kicking again with harder force that doubles Mack over further, Duncan with a thigh kick sends Mack down to one knee. Duncan yanks down
on the arm, trying to pull the shoulder out of its socket as he reaches back for a tag from Moreno. Justin makes the tag, hopping up to the top turnbuckle.
Duncan brings Mack to a kneeling position, his back up towards the lights. Justin lands with a double foot stomp on Mack, leaping back up quickly(from
Mack’s back) to deliver a dropkick right i nto Jer$ey’s face that sends him out of the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: What agility from Moreno.

COREY TAYLOR: Show off.

VINCENT BLACK: Why don’t you marry Justin since you are so infatuated with his agility?

Justin into the ropes, baseball slide right into Mack’s face rolls him over onto his back, facing the lights now. Justin pulls Mack up to a kneeling position,
swift series of kicks to the head daze Mack and the challengers aren’t looking so hot in the early going. Justin looks over to Jer$ey, who is climbing
back to the ring apron. Mack is down on one knee, Justin hits the ropes, shining wizard to Mack takes him back down on the canvas. The Tag Team Champions
are looking like a team should in a tag team match as they have totally dominated Yung Mula here in this match. Justin goes for the cover.

ROB MARTINEZ: Here we go.

VINCENT BLACK: Does this guy ever shut up?

COREY TAYLOR: Talk about his mama and he’ll get quiet as a church mouse.

Jer$ey with the save pulls Justin’s leg taking him off of Mack, but here comes Duncan into the squared circle. Duncan and Jer$ey lock up horns in the center
of the ring where they begin to exchange blows. The sound of flesh meeting flesh resounds all the way into the tenth row before Duncan is able to boot
Jer$ey in the gut and send him down with a DDT. Duncan turns around, Mack is getting back up, throwing fists into Justin’s face backing the much smaller
man up against the ropes. Duncan rushes over, turning Mack around, catching him off-guard. Justin rushes around. Mack is whipped into the ropes, Justin
follows quickly after him. Mack rebounds, Duncan hits the ropes, Justin avoids the desperation clothesline from Mack to rebound behind him. Justin hits
a chopblock as Duncan leaps with a spear.

ROB MARTINEZ: The Car Wreck!

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah, that is what this team is.

VINCENT BLACK: I couldn’t agree more.

ROB MARTINEZ: Culture Shock!

Duncan hooks the leg for the cover, remember in Rebel it doesn’t matter who is considered to be the legal man because there are no rules.

One…

Two…

Three.

DING! DING! DING!

JENNY JERSEY: Winners of the match and STIIIIIIIIIL Rebel Pro Tag Team Champions…. the team of Duncan Aries and Justin Moreno…. Generation Now!

Two men hop the barricade, it is Chris Casino and Krusty Kid Paul, lead pipes in their hands. The crowd begins to boo heavily so Duncan and Justin assume
it is them they are booing at and as they go to turn to receive their belts… Casino and KKP slam their heads with the lead pipes sending them down to
the mat with hard shots. Justin lands in front of Paul as Casino stands over Aries, both members of Dirty Money have sick smiles of triumph on their faces.
Paul steps through the ropes, retrieving the Rebel Pro Tag Team Championship belts before he steps back into the ring. Paul hands one to Casino, who stares
down at the gold before he drops it on Duncan’s face; Paul does the same to Moreno. Krusty Kid Paul has gotten a microphone from somewhere and stares down
at Moreno.

KRUSTY KID PAUL: Welcome to my world… bitch!

With that, Dirty Money exits the ring, triumph on their faces, boos in their ears, and the Tag Team Champions’ numbers.

ROB MARTINEZ: Totally uncalled for.

COREY TAYLOR: Totally brilliant.

VINCENT BLACK: Totally hilarious and well deserved.

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Jenny Jersey: The next match is scheduled for one fall.

ìLead into Demiseî by Kingdom of Sorrow blares over the P.A. system as Johnny Maverick walks out from behind the curtain to a moderate response from the
crowd.

Rob Martinez: Well it seems that the crowd may have warmed up to Maverick since his last stint here in REBEL Pro.

Corey Taylor: Well theyíve never had any taste so I donít see why now should be any different.

Jenny Jersey: Introducing first from Washington D.C. weighing in at two-hundred twenty five pounds, Johnny Maverick!

Johnny slides into the ring to await his opponent. Kingdom of Sorrow is replaced by Superjoint Ritualís ìDress Like a Targetî as Krusty Kid Paul makes
his entrance with a steel chair in hand. The sight of the weapon elicits a much larger pop from the crowd as they can feel this match is going to be violent.
The steel chair also prompts Maverick to grad himself a weapon as well; in this case a crutch offered by a member of the crowd.

Corey Taylor: Oh I think business is about to pick up here tonight.

Rob Martinez: What, couldnít think of something original to say?

Corey Taylor: He stole that line from me!

VINCENT BLACK: I’ve watched Johnny over in PWA and this guy can get as hardcore as they come.

Jenny Jersey: And introducing his opponent, weighing in at two-hundred forty pounds; from Kitchener Ontario, Krusty Kid Paul!

Paul climbs up the steps and into the ring. Jimmy Johnson calls for the bell as KKP and Maverick slowly circle each other, waiting for the opportunity
to strike. Johnny takes a wide swing with his crutch, ducked by KKP who in turn throws his chair at Maverick. Maverick side steps the chair but gets nailed
by a dropkick. Both men quickly back to their feet but now weaponless. Johnny with a sudden charge towards Krusty who dodges a clotheslineÖ and hits a
swinging neck breaker!

Rob Martinez: A beautiful counter by Krusty Kid Paul as Johnny goes down hard early in the match.

Paul grabs the chair and brings it down across the back of Maverickís neck as he tries to get back to his feet. A quick cover by KKP and a kick out by
Maverick at one and a half. KKP quick to press the advantage picks up Maverick for a Bottle OpenerÖ Johnny counters with a mule kick to the groin of Paul.
Maverick grabs the chair and brings it down on the head of his opponent. Paul gets back to his feet only to be sent right back down with another chair
shot to the skull. Somehow Paul stays on his feet as he tries to shake off the blow. Another chair shot, this one busting him open but still not bringing
him down. Maverick drops the chair and plants him with a DDT onto the discarded weapon. Johnny covers PaulÖ

OneÖ

TwoÖ

Kickout by KKP!

VINCENT BLACK: Bet those nuts are hurting something painful.

ROB MARTINEZ: Vincent, you can’t say things like that.

COREY TAYLOR: Are you gonna stop him?

Maverick goes to grab the crutch and walks back over to Krusty who just took a pair of brass knuckles out of his tights. Johnny swings the weapon down
across the back of Paul who takes the blow before launching a haymaker to the jaw of Maverick. Johnny goes down hard from the brass knuckled fist of Krusty
Kid Paul. Paul smiles at the crowd before picking Johnny up by the hair and whipping him into the turnbuckle. Paulie follows with a hard lariat before
tying Maverick in the Tree of Woe. Krusty grabs the arm of JohnnyÖ Crack Rock Steady! Maverick lets out a cry of pain as Paul hangs of the apron with the
cross-arm applied. Jimmy Johnson is trying to convince KKP to let the hold go but Paul seems to be out to break Mavericks arm here tonight. Finally, after
about two straight minutes KKP drops the hold and rolls back into the ring. He picks Maverick back up and goes for a suplexÖ No, Maverick somehow turns
it into The Perfect Armbar! KKP screams against the pain as his arm bends almost to the point of snapping. Jimmy Johnson in position to see If KKP taps
out but Paul is showing his tenacity and refusing to give into the pain. Paul is however starting to fade fast as he stops struggling.

VINCENT BLACK: This match isn’t as hardcore as I thought it would be… maybe I should help them out a bit.

ROB MARTINEZ: Let them fight among themselves.

COREY TAYLOR: Again ask, are you gonna stop him?

Jimmy lifts his arm into the air and lets it fall

OneÖ

He lifts it again.

TwoÖ

One more time and itís over.

No! Paul keeps his arm from hitting the ground for a third time and begins pulling himself in search of the ropesÖ and he finds them. Maverick releases
the arm bar and picks Paul up for the ABM… and he hits it!

OneÖ

TwoÖ

ThreeÖ

NO, NO, NO, KKP gets his shoulder up! Johnny Maverick is beside himself as he argues with Jimmy Johnson about a slow count but the official is sticking
to his call. Kkp is slowly getting back to his feet; Maverick turns back to KrustyÖ Krusty with a boot to Johnnyís mid-sectionÖ K-CUTTER OUT OF NOWHERE!
Krusty Kid Paul makes the coverÖ

OneÖ

TwoÖ

ThreeÖ!

Krusty as his arms in the air but Jimmy Johnson is calling it off. Johnny had is foot on the rope. Krusty is yelling at the ref saying that he made the
count but Johnson isnít backing down. Krusty goes back to Maverick and sets him up for the Krusty BombÖ No, Maverick reverses itÖ ABM onto the steel chair!
The coverÖ

OneÖ

TwoÖ

ThreeÖ

Thatís it. Itís over.

Ding, ding, ding

Jenny Jersey: And here is your winner; Johnny Maverick!

VINCENT BLACK: Told you all that these two were tough as nails.

COREY TAYLOR: It took two ABMs from Johnny to put KKP away.

ROB MARTINEZ: Give it to Paul…

VINCENT BLACK: Shut up Rob.

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah Rob, know your role.

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ROB MARTINEZ: Welcome folks, to our main event for the evening.

COREY TAYLOR: I still can’t believe Zeke is finding people to team with his smelly ass.

VINCENT BLACK: He does smell like a hog pen.

ROB MARTINEZ: You can say whatever you want about Zekeís hygiene, but no one can discount his heart and determination.

COREY TAYLOR: So itís ok that he smells like sweaty sheep?

ìThe Odditiesî by ICP blares through the arena, the crowd giving The Freak Show a mixed reaction, though with their opponents tonight, the boos seem a
bit heavy. The Freak is in front of Shut Down, who lumbers to the ring behind his smaller tag partner.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, weighing in at a combined 500lbs, The Freak, Shut Down, they are THE FREAK SHOW!!!

The Freak brandishes a sinister smile as he surveys the crowd, hopping onto the apron, entering the ring. Shut Down steps over the ropes after him and
the two look focused and ready for their match.

COREY TAYLOR: These two guys right here Martinez, next tag champs, mark my words.

ROB MARTINEZ: Maybe, maybe not, so far the Freak Show has shown they can beat, well, doppelgangers of the recent tag champs. Whoever wins this one though,
could be a serious contender to the champs.

VINCENT BLACK: Rob, I didn’t appreciate that comment.

ìSimple Manî by Lynyrd Skynyrd blares as the crowd in audience rise to their feet with a big pop for a true Rebel

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favorite in J.T. Whiplash. He emerges
from behind the curtain, wearing his usual Rebel Pride gear, complete with big Confederate flag he waves to the crowd. JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first,
from Paint Rock, Tennessee, weighing in at 245lbs. he is J.T. WHIPLASH!!!!!!!

He sees signs that read ìKill Aeolusîand ìFeel J.T.ís Wrathî and he nods with approval. He waits by the curtain, his flag over his shoulder.

ROB MARTINEZ: And here comes who many feel is the soul of Rebel Pro.

COREY TAYLOR: If thatís the case, Iíd rather we have no soul at all!

VINCENT BLACK: An inbred soul, really Rob? Is that what you want?

ìBeverly Hillbillies Themeî by Flatts and Scruggs plays as the fans give a respectful roaring pop to the emerging Cuziní Zeke. He shakes hands with Whiplash
and then turns his glance to the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: And his tag team partner, from Turkey Cross, Kentucky, weighing in at 263lbs. he is CUZINí ZEKE!!

The duo make their way down the aisle, Whiplash entering through the ropes and Zeke sliding under the ropes in his overalls and bright red shirt underneath.
Whiplash waves his flag proudly as The Freak Show talk strategy in their corner, Zekeís music fading out.

ROB MARTINEZ: What a team Whiplash and Zeke make, almost a dream team of sorts for our Rebel fans!

COREY TAYLOR: So what? Are you and our brain dead fans suggesting these two idiots get married and make babies even uglier than they are? Sheesh!

VINCENT BLACK: Rob just likes him some of that kinda loving.

Referee Jimmy Johnson calls for the bell and we are underway, as The Freak waits anxiously in his corner, ready to pounce at any moment, Whiplash speaks
to Zeke who nods and takes his place on the apron. Whiplash rubs his hands together, then claps them together, as the fans stomp their feet and clap along
with him as he moves in on The Freak, who begins circling the wily veteran. The Freak lunges in with some swift kicks to the left leg of Whiplash, followed
by a nice kick to the gut doubling J.T. over. The Freak hits the ropes and tries for a clothesline, Whiplash ducking and viagra pills for men firing off some jabs to his smaller
opponent. The Freak staggers back and Whiplash fires off some more shots to the temple, then spins and hits a haymaker knocking The Freak to the mat. The
Freak gets right back up and runs right into a stiff lariat from Whiplash almost taking the speedsterís head off, the crowd cheering on the Paint Rock,
Tennessee native.

ROB MARTINEZ: Whiplash showing this old dog still has teeth.

COREY TAYLOR: Weíre still early here Martinez. Freak Show has a plan to put that old dog down for good.

VINCENT BLACK: I didn’t think either Zeke or Whiplash had teeth.

Whiplash clenches his right fist tight, ready to fire off another shot, bringing The Freak to his feet, when he is countered with a rake to the eyes, the
fans booing The Freak for his antics. The smaller man fires off some rapid kicks and punches knocking Whiplash to the mat. He then slides under the ropes
to the outside.

ROB MARTINEZ: Youíd think after a display of moves like that, The Freak would stay on his opponent. What is he doing now?

COREY TAYLOR: Oh he knows exactly what heís doing, just watch and learn Martinez!

VINCENT BLACK: I’ve got a feeling Freak is getting hardcore here.

Freak looks under the ring and pulls out a ladder, sliding it into the ring, the fans giving him a nice pop for adding such a deadly element to the match.
As Whiplash gets to his feet, The Freak swings up with the ladder, catching Whiplash in the gut. The Freak follows it up by crashing down on the back of
Whiplash with the ladder. Kicking the ladder aside, Freak goes for the cover on Whiplash, turning him over for the pin.

ONE!

TWO! And Zeke, to the delight of the crowd breaks up the pin.

ROB MARTINEZ: Thatís right Zeke, this match shouldnít end that way.

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah idiot, keep the punishment to your partner going, be our guest!

Before Zeke can exit the ring, Shut Down charges the ring and levels Zeke with a big boot knocking him to the outside. Shut Down steps over the ropes to
the outside, continuing his assault on Zeke with stomps. In the ring The Freak grabs Whiplash and tosses him into the ring post shoulder first, then dumps
the veteran to the outside.

ROB MARTINEZ: The action spilling to both sides of the ring, Shut Down and Zeke trading blows, and, hey what is The Freak planning?

VINCENT BLACK: Whatever it is, as long as it hurts that old fossil, Iím game!

COREY TAYLOR: Good and right Vincent.

The Freak slams Whiplashís skull off the announce table. He unhooks one of the monitors, smashing it across J.T.ís face. Whiplash is on dream street it
seems, as The Freak removes the second monitor.

ROB MARTINEZ: Hey! Somebody stop this!

COREY TAYLOR: Donít listen to this sour puss Freak, go for it!

VINCENT BLACK: If only Bubba J and myself could face The Freak Show, we’d show them some Hardcore Entertainment.

The Freak delivers some solid shots to the temple of J.T., a small trickle of blood opening up on the veteranís forehead. Draping J.T. on the table, he
goes to enter the ring, the fans popping as he ascends the top rope.

ROB MARTINEZ: No! Stop this! J.T. isnít moving!

COREY TAYLOR: Screw that, who cares, deliver the death blow!

The Freak leaps off as cameras flash, but at the last moment, J.T. moves off the table, The Freak crashing through the announce table, flattening it, and
himself, seemingly, in the process.

COREY TAYLOR: Damn it! The old bastard moved! Are you ok Freak?

ROB MARTINEZ: Good lord! The Freak is out cold!

VINCENT BLACK: Hahahahahahahahahahaha

On the other side of the ring, Zeke slams Shut Downís head into the steel steps. Whiplash enters the ring as Zeke rolls the big Shut Down into the ring.
Whiplash climbs the top rope and leaps off.

ROB MARTINEZ: The Rebel Yell!

Whiplash gets up and points to Zeke who is on the top rope, leaping off with a splash of his own.

COREY TAYLOR: That stinky hillbilly can fly?

VINCENT BLACK: There are some flies around him.

ROB MARTINEZ: The Mudpuddle! Zeke goes for the cover. One! Two! Three!

VINCENT BLACK: Damn it!

The crowd pops big time for the duo, as Jimmie Johnson raises the arms of Whiplash and Zeke.

JENNY JERSEY: The winners of this bout-

Over the PA system, Jen is interrupted by the loud and obnoxious sound of someone clearing their throat.

AEOLUS WRATH:ìTake a break sweet cheeks, Iíll handle this one.î

The fans instantly recognize the voice of Aeolus Wrath as he emerges from behind the curtain, a mic in his hand, wearing his usual attire of black windbreaker
pants and dark purple windbreaker hoodie, the hood pushed back, his jet black hair spiked back.

AEOLUS WRATH: The winners of this match, with the total combined IQ of 6, CUZIN ZEKE, and the man I will destroy at High Stakes, give it up folks, take
your pictures now, because this could be the last time you see him on his own two feet, J.T. WHIPLASH!!!

Zeke looks unimpressed, as Whiplash glares back at Wrath, daring him to come to the ring. Wrath just looks back at J.T. with a sinister smile.

COREY TAYLOR: Ha! The best ring announcing job ever, I think Wrath did better than Jenny!

VINCENT BLACK: But he doesn’t look better.

ROB MARTINEZ: Wrath continues to push the buttons of Whiplash, and I for one canít wait for this young man to get whatís coming to him! For Corey Taylor,
this is Rob Martinez saying goodnight folks!

VINCENT BLACK: And I must be just a near seven foot mass of bologna.

The last thing we see is the sly grin of Wrath before fading to the Rebel Pro logo.

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Credits

Freak Show vs Cuzin’ Zeke & J.T. Whiplash – Nick
Generation Now vs Yung Mula – Bean

Marcus Marion vs Thomas Young – MJ

KKP vs Johnny Maverick – Brad

Dirty Money Segment – Brion the Sexy

Larry Gordon segment – Bean

BEATDOWN 02/16/2010

Underground-Beat Down
2-16-2010
Underground Arena-Durham, NC

{Backstage walking towards Larry Gordon’s office, Jer$ey dressed in a all black suit along with his protÈgÈÖ Mack with the same outfit! Mack isnít walking
empty handed, as he is carrying the familiar briefcase with YM on it.}

Jer$ey knocks on Gordonís Office

Bam, Bam, Bam!!!

GORDON: Who is it?

JER$EY: Yung Mula.

GORDON: Come on in.

Jer$ey and Mack enter the room, as they spot Larry Gordon at his desk with his hand over his head which is down. As if heís depressed or down by something
in particular. Larry Gordon looks up and saysÖ

GORDON: If it isnít Mack and Jer$ey again!

JER$EY: Whatís up Boss? Are you alright man?

GORDON: If not, Iíll try to be.

JER$EY: You sure?

GORDON: Well unfortunately, I have to head back home in four weeks.

Jer$ey sits down in a chair.

JER$EY: Whatís stopping you?

GORDON: REBEL! I donít want to leave this business, without someone to run it, but Iím afraid I may have to.

JER$EY: Mr. Gordon, I know this is like your home away from home. But sometimes you have to go to your real home if you feel something isnít right.

GORDON: Well, I donít feel something isnít right. There is something wrong back home. My grandma, isnít doing so good. The doctors mentioned she had a
certain amount of time to live. And that really stunned and hurt me.

JER$EY: Why canít you go? REBEL will always be here no matter what. With the guys you have now and Michael Massacre out! REBEL is good to go.

GORDON: Your right, but I do not want to miss out on a big show! High Stakes is coming around the corner and I donít want to miss out on it. I want to
be here as well.

JER$EY: Is High Stakes more important than your grandmother?

GORDON: No. But still even if I did want to go home. I canít. My grandma lives all the way in Alaska. I really donít have the money right now to do that.
With the price Casino and Krusty Kid Paul are asking for, I just can’t afford it. It happen to be a last minute thing and Iím not prepared for it.

Jer$ey snaps his finger. As Mack passed him over the briefcase. Jer$ey flips open the tabs and the briefcase opened. Jer$ey glanced at the money, making
sure that itís all there. He then spins the briefcase around, facing Larry Gordon.

GORDON: Wow!

JER$EY: Now Mr. Gordon, I know you are not used to your workers issuing you a deal, similar to the one Iím about to say. But it helps the both of us out.
GORDON: Continue on.

JER$EY: In this briefcase, is exactly one hundred thousand dollars!!! You can do anything you want with it. Take your trip out to Alaska and visit your
grandma, start making funeral arrangements with it. Do whatever you want. Itíll be all yours! Only if you let Yung Mula host High $take$!!!

Gordon continues to look at the money, then glances at Jer$ey. He is obviously thinking extremely hard about it, after all it is his grandma and he loves
his family.

GORDON: Wow! Iím speechless. I mean, all this money for you to run one show? But then again, I donít know how the guys in the locker room will feel, when
the news comes about.

Mack steps up into the scene.

MACK: Mr. Gordon! Your grandma’s life is almost over. Well we really canít predict on what the Lordís fate is. Because itís up to him to decide on who
lives or dies. But with the doctorís diagnostic readings, I think itís best for you to take that trip. And let us take over High $take$!! I promise nothing
will get out of hand.

JER$EY: Yeah, man. To make sure everything goes well, we will have you at the show, but not at the show. Meaning you will be on satellite viewing everything.
Using our state of the art and top of the line laptop, with webcam and wireless internet at the building, you can watch the show. Anything you donít like
you can speak your mind right then, and there.

GORDON: Well… Larry Gordon seems to be pondering this very heavily.

GORDON: Ok, you’ve got a deal although I get final say so over the card you book. We’ll talk more about it over the internet and phone calls. In fact,
beginning tonight! You can start officially booking your matches!!! Again, with my approval of course.

Jer$ey looks at Mack, they start smiling. Jer$ey gets out the chair and saysÖ

JER$EY: Thank you! I appreciate you doing this.

GORDON: No, I shall thank you! For allowing me to do the impossible. And itís real important for me to catch that flight to Alaska after the show tonight.
Gordon stands up and shakes Jer$ey and Mack’s hand.

GORDON: Thank you guys. And by the way. Let the champ know, I said donít be a stranger to me. He knows heís one of my all-time favorites.

JER$EY: I will pass the message on.

(Jer$ey and Mack exitís the office.)

GORDON: Iím coming home grandma! Your olí grandboy will be coming home!!!

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Raheem Black entered to a non existent crowd, well they seemed to be that way because they gave neither boos or cheers. Popcorn crunching was louder than
the reaction for Raheem Black and no wonder because he couldn’t be bothered to record a promo and we know how that will go for him in his tryout. JT’s
music hit the speakers and from the back to a huge ovation came one of the crowd’s favorite sons, Whiplash. The crowd chanted his name for a good two minuts
straight until he stepped into the ring to face off against the newcomer Raheem Black. The two locked up, but it didn’t take long before Whiplash had the
advantage backing him into the corner and beating the hell out of him. JT powered right through Raheem’s defenses with rights, lefts, kicks, and elbows.
A spinebuster put Raheem on the canvas and JT went up top, hitting The Rebel Yell, but instead of making the cover, he gave into the crowd by giving them
more. JT took the lack of recording a promo as an insult so he pulled out some hardcore toys, staple gun and thumbtacks, not to mention a dinner plate.
The announcers were shocked that JT didn’t go immediately for the win, but JT was having a buy generic cialis online ton of fun here. He nailed Raheem with the dinner plate, sending
pieces of it into his cialis for sale face and skull before he scooped him onto the table. JT then began to methodically staple Raheem to the viagra pills for men table, or at least he was
trying to do that, if the staples had been long enough, he would have. JT dumped the tacks down on the canvas and took a break to receive a beer from his
manager and chug it down, refilling his emptying tank. JT rushed over as Raheem was getting up and nailed him with the corner of the platerfrom earlier,
then he crumpled the can on his nose. He stood Raheem up, in front of the tacks, then leaped from the top rope with the Rebel Yell for the cover and the
pin.

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match, JT Whiplash!

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The Freak Show came down to the ring tonight with nieanderthal dolls dressed like Yung Mula. There was a muchlarger doll representing Mack and a much much
shorter doll, about an inch tall that resembled Jer$ey. The Freak and Shut Down were wearing Youthful Mulahhhhhhh yawn hhhhhhhh shirts. On the back of
the shirts were the words… “Bankrupted February 16, 2010″. The Freak hopped into the ring as Shut Down stepped over the top. From the back to a huge
ovation came Yung Mula’s Mack and Jer$ey, they slapped the hands before sliding into the ring. The bell had barely sounded before these four men started
tearing into each other. Jer$ey and The Freak exchanged some wrestling holds, The Freak mainly toying with Jer$ey before planting him with some Ju Jitzu
move. Mack was having no better luck against Shut Down who pounded his face with rights and lefts in the corner. The tide turned for Yung Mula when Mack
managed a quick jab and followed it up with a right uppercut that sent Shut Down into the corner. Jer$ey sprung off the ropes to catch The Freak with a
toe kick to the temple and he landed right in Mack’s arms. Mack flung him over his back to the canvas below. Jer$ey and Mack decided to turn their attention
to the big man of Freak Show with a well oiled double team of Shut Down. Shut Down absorbed an enourmous amount of pain, nearly everything that Yung Mula
threw at him as The Freak prepared a table to slide into the ring behind their backs. On the outside, The Freak has poured charcoal lighter fluid on himself,
stinking up the entire building. Taking his cue from The Freak, Shut Down powered out with a right hand to

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barbed wire kendo stick to his groin from The Freak halted his fighting. Shut Down pulled a pair of Golden Sweets from his trunks, nailing Mack with them
sending him over the top rope. Jer$ey holds at his crotch, The Freak pulls the kendo stick back and forth, making a very adult type gesture which caused
Shut Down to laugh. Shut Down climbed out of the ring, tossing a thirty-five foot ladder into the ring and The Freak climbed to the top of the enormously
high structure. All of a sudden flames erupted from Freak’s body and he nailed Jer$ey with the Sight Unseen from the top of the ladder through a table
covered in light tubes and forks. Alan Stone slid into disgusted position and made the count for the pin and the win. The Freak Show shows why they absolutely
dominate in a match like this one as they stand tall over the Rebel Pro Tag Team Championship #1 Contenders.

JENNY JERSEY: Winners of the match…. The Freak Show!

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“I’m A Rebel” hits up and the fans cheer for the owner of Rebel Pro, perhaps not too pleased with his deal with Yung Mula, but they can understand his
situation.

ROB MARTINEZ: Larry Gordon out, maybe to make sure the Tag Team Championship match is as clean as it can be.

CORY TAYLOR: Yeah, when Vincent wins, I want to see it be the bloodbath only Black can make it.

Larry Gordon has the mic, and begins to talk.

LARRY GORDON: Ladies and Gentlemen, children of all ages…

The crowd cheers.

LARRY GORDON: You may not be happy with my decision earlier, but it is something that I have to do. Just like I have to cancel the match between Vincent
Black and Duncan Aries.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

LARRY GORDON: I agree, but as you may

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not know, someone… perhaps two someones, attacked Vincent in the back parking lot before the show leaving him bloody
and beaten. Vincent wants to wrestle…

CROWD: Let him wrestle(clap, clap, clap clap clap) Let him wrestle(clap, clap, clap clap clap)

Larry shakes his head.

LARRY GORDON: I can’t because he has suffered a skull fracture, a torn bicep, and a possiblity of eight broken ribs.

CROWD: We Don’t Care! We Don’t Care! We Don’t Care!

LARRY GORDON: However, I have arranged to have Vincent and Duncan come out here so that Vincent can hand over his portion of the belts. Duncan, will you
please come on out?

“Judith” hits up as Duncan Aries walks from the back, his tag team belt over his left shoulder.

“Carbomb” by the Acacia Strain plays, and the crowd begins to boo. The booing quiets just a little bit though, when Vincent Black walks through the curtain.
He is wearing jeans and a Hardcore Drinking t-shirt, and his head has a huge bandage on it. He is walking slowly and stiffly. He is holding his tag team
championship in his left hand, and a microphone in his right. He steps up on the apron, which seems to be a difficult task. He winces in pain as he does
so, and steps over the top rope. He walks to the center of the ring, and stands next to Gordon.

VINCENT: So, it would seem like The Freak Show or whomever did this has won. Larry Gordon has barred me from competing in REBEL until I have completely
healed, and the doctor can say I have absolutely no injuries. Right now, I don’t come close to passing that test. And even though I tried to fight this,
REBEL pulled their lawyers in, and hid behind my “contractual agreement” to not perform unless I am completely healthy.

The crowd boos are directed at Gordon now, as he shrugs his shoulders.

LARRY GORDON: I am not going to have anyone die inside this ring Black and you know that. I am not going to have anyone compete to start out a match in
your condition.

VINCENT: Either way, I am legally barred from wrestling tonight. I wanted this match to happen because, honestly, Aries deserves a good match for these
titles. But no, The Freak show and maybe even Dirty Money robbed both Aries and I of that. And trust me, when I can come back, I will get them.

The crowd is actually cheering, albeit only a small bit, for Vincent Black.

VINCENT: But as for right now, I’m being told I have to forfeit my title. Yet, I think it’s worth mentioning, I’m giving it to a man who truly deserves
it.

Without hesitation, Black gives his title to Aries. Aries looks a little cautious, but takes the title slowly. Black hands the belt over with no incident.
VINCENT: Ladies and gentlemen, the undisputed Tag Team Champion, Duncan Aires!

The crowd cheers and applauds

Duncan looks on, not believing his fortune.

Vincent grabs Aries hand, and raises it above his head. He drops it, and goes to the ropes. He holds the ropes as “Judith” begins to play. Aries makes
his way towards the ropes, and exits the ring where Vincent is holding the ropes as the crowd applauds.

As soon as Aries is on the apron, he has his back turned to Black. Black grabs him by the neck and throws him back over the ropes into the ring, and the
crowd instantly boos.

COREY TAYLOR: viagraonline-canadianpharma The true champ proves he’s still got it!

Black stalks towards Aries, and Larry Gordon steps between the two. Black, quite literally, steps over Gordon as Aries makes his way to his feet, and the
two trade blows.

Aries with an early advantage, and he whips Black into the ropes. Black grabs the ropes and winces in pain. Aries stands his ground, and Black lets go
of the ropes to attack Aries., but Gordon yet again gets in the way.

LARRY GORDON: One more aggressive move Vincent and I have the contractual power to remove you from this Rebel Pro roster… permanently!

VINCENT (loud enough to be heard without a microphone): Aries, when I come back, you are first on my hit list. I carried your broken ass in this team,
and I’ll f*cking prove it!

Huge boo from the crowd, and Black exits the ring.

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The next match up on the card promised to be a good one as Chad Kurtis and Marcus Marion came from the back, each getting the ovation befitting their position
with the fans. Chad and Marcus stood in the ring, squaring off with each other before both locked up in the center of the ring. The first third of the
match showed both wrestlers amateur wrestling skills with ankle, arm, and even a couple of leglocks as they tried to wear the other wrestler down from
the sound of the bell. Chad was not taking Marcus for granted just because this was a non-title match because he gives it his all no matter what. Marcus
was able to get the advantage when Chad went for a springboard move and Marcus’ manager hit the ropes causing Chad to slip. Marcus caught Chad in a full
nelson turning to slam him on his face. Marcus then used a variety of grounded submission moves to wear down Chad’s legs and back, taking away the high
flying moves from Chad’s arsenol. Chad almost got the advantage back with a Irish whip reversal into a springboard backfist, but Marcus was able to catch
the arm to lock in a crippler crossface submisssion. Chad would not give up that easily and fought for all he was worth for a good five minutes before
Marcus released the hold to go for his finisher. Chad managed to pulll himself up, but he just wasn’t the same after that long period of the submission
hold. He charged at Marcus, but Marion was able to boot him in the midsection and nail The Revolutionary Thrill for the pin.

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match…. Marcus Marion!

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The crowd is getting ready for the next matchup, when out of the speakers is “Code Of Energy” by Papa Roach, the fans recognizing instantly who’s music
this is, a chorus of boos erupting from the capacity crowd.

ROB MARTINEZ: We recognize the music, but the question is, why is he coming out here?

COREY TAYLOR: I’m a huge fan of this guy, but even I think he went a little overboard the last time he showed his face to our fans.

A single spotlight shines cialis pharmacy online down on Aeolus Wrath, who is in a pair of black jeans and the usual black and dark purple hooded windbreaker he usually sports
for a match, black boots on his feet. He turns slowly from side to side, a sneer present from under the hood, his jet black hair brushed down almost over
his eyes, as he takes in the hatred from the fans. He continues his walk down the aisle, then springing over the ropes into the ring. He scales a turnbuckle
and throws back his hood, the mere sight of him sending half empty cups of beer and wrappers flying his way. He calls for a mic and stands dead center
of the ring, his music dying down. The boos intensify, as he smirks and waits a moment for it to die down, before slowly bringing the mic to his lips.
One comes forth is a http://generic-cialisonlinerxno.com/ classic rock song, paraphrased to his liking.

AEOLUS WRATH: I saw your stupid flag, then I made it black. No colors anymore, I wanted it to turn black.

Wrath rubs his hands together, pleased with himself, as chants of “Die Wrath Die” and “You Suck” run rampant over the crowd.

ROB MARTINEZ: What a total lack of respect for this area’s history by this young man!

COREY TAYLOR: I agree, but when you’re Aeolus Wrath, shaking the bees nest as it were, is what you do.

AEOLUS WRATH: I’m so sick and tired of all you people in Rebel country telling me that what I did was direspectful, mean, cruel, and that I should be punished
for it. Are you serious? You actually believe that? You think I’m sick and twisted, that somehow I’m wrong and all of you idiots are right? Well wake the
hell up people! The Civil War is over, you lost, the North won, get over it already!

More heat from the crowd. Wrath is eating it up.

COREY TAYLOR: He has a point there Rob.

ROB MARTINEZ: Point or not Corey, you don’t spit on heritage, on history.

AEOLUS WRATH: You idiots worship a flag that represents slavery, rape, greed, gluttony, all the things that make that flag, and you morons for following
it, the biggest disgrace this country has. You want to stand for something that has had such a negative impact on history? No, screw that. I don’t make
you people sick for anything but telling the truth, but you need to take a long look at that flag, and yourselves, because you people, you make me want
to puke, and so does that stupid flag, so that’s why I destroyed it, and I’d do it again if I had the chance, how do you like that?

“Die Wrath Die” but more so chants of “We Will Rise” are heard, Wrath rolling his eyes.

AEOLUS WRATH: Oh really? The South will rise again? How cute. Well you know what, people up North, hell people all over this country would believe you
more if most of you could read past 3rd grade level and actually graduate high school. I don’t know, sort of gives that stupid theory a bit more credibility,
wouldn’t you say? Face it people, you let this area down during the Civil War, you’re letting the whole country down, and J.T. Whiplash is letting you
all down because he’s selfish. But you encourage him, so what that means is, when his blood is on my hands, his blood will also be on the hands of each
and every one of you!

A “J.T.” chant starts as Wrath lowers the mic, semi annoyed by the whole thing.

AEOLUS WRATH: Go ahead and chant for your little “hero.” Because truth is, if you morons choose to cheer for a drunken, drugged up has been that’s on his
last leg, that proves to me, and everyone else out there with more logic in their fingernails than you do in your whole brains that you don’t know what
a true hero is. I told you, Whiplash is a selfish man, he does drugs, he sleeps with ring rats, and he drinks until he can’t remember his own name, and
he does this for himself. Then he tries to make you all believe he wrestles, he competes for all of you, but that’s a lie people, a lie you all bought
into, hook, line, and sinker. Because you see, J.T. isn’t just addicted to drugs, alcohol, and cheap motel sex, he’s addicted with this foolish desire
to have one last ride at the top of this business. He puts his battered, broken down body through hell, not for you people, but to satisfy his own ego.
The only hero J.T. Whiplash is, would be a http://generic-cialisonlinerxno.com/ tragic one, and his tragedy is soon to come.

Wrath begins walking to a corner of the ring, where we see for the first time, a spool of barbwire. Wrath peers down at it, with a sick, twisted smile
on his face.

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh no, the look on Wrath’s face tells us the wheels are turning in the mind of this dark soul.

COREY TAYLOR: And if I were Whiplash, I’d listen closely.

AEOLUS WRATH: Whiplash, you want to prove to me, you want to prove to yourself, prove to your legions of idiots that you’re still some kind of tough guy?
That you can still take a beating? Well you see, while I can appreciate your words towards me, I’m the kind of guy who finds more truth in substance than
in theory. So this is what I’m proposing. One month from now, High Stakes 2010, from Durham, you and I, we’re stepping into this ring one final time. You
beat me, I am man enough to give you the respect you feel you deserve. Hell, I might even shake your hand. Bottom line, you won’t hear from me as far as
you and I go. Lose, and you will have admit to the world that I am greater than you J.T., that in the first encounter we had, while you were victorious,
I carried your broken ass through that match. You will call me the greatest adversary in your career. We will do this…in a Barbwire Rope Match.

The crowd cheers, but some are a bit concerned about J.T. Wrath turns away from the barbwire, looking out onto the crowd.

AEOLUS WRATH: What you fail to realize Whiplash, is from the very beginning I have been trying my best to do you a favor. You’re done J.T. It’s over. Its
just a matter of putting the old dog down, one last time. You’re wish for one last ride to the top, its not going to be granted, at least, not by me. You
are leeching off people like me in hopes that we boost your career. You are lying to me, to yourself, and to these people. You carry a flag with you that
is a direct slap in the face to every African American in this country. Putting you away, I will be doing a world of good. So just remember that people,
when I leave this old fossil half dead in the middle of this ring, I didn’t do it for my own personal gain. I did it all..for you.

Wrath drops the mic as the fans give him hell once more, a sinister smile plastered on his face as he takes one last look at the barbwire before exiting
the ring to “Code Of Energy.”

ROB MARTINEZ: Good God, a Barbwire Rope Match at High Stakes 2010? This is career suicide for both men!

COREY TAYLOR: Hey, speak for yourself, Aeolus Wrath comes from a line of wrestlers that enjoy inflicting pain as much as they like taking it. He’s young,
he can recover a bit easier than someone as rattled as J.T. Whiplash. Don’t forget Rob, Wrath’s doing this for all of us. What a considerate guy.

ROB MARTINEZ: Ugh, I can’t believe you can keep a straight face while saying that.

JT’s voice blasts over the arena speakers, grinding out with hatred as he walks through the curtain.

J.T. WHIPLASH: I wanted to get this out before you ran like the true coward that you are. Our match at High Stakes… is… ON!

JT and Aeolus stare at each other, Aeolus smiles as he nods his head, he knew JT would accept.

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What was the main event for the show was moved to co-main event as Chris Casino was taking on The Phoenix for his garanteed Carolinas Title match. Both
men are hated, but perhaps Casino is more hated, who knows all there was to be heard was the familiar boos associated with both men as they were introduced.
Casino started the match off early with a series of takedown, both MMA and amateur wrestling oriented. The Phoenix, a PWA legend, is no match for Casino
who is just having fun with the former Rebel Pro Tag Team Champion. Scottie Snow is out to watch his teacher work, but his teacher is seeming to be taught
himself as Casino hits a clothesline following it up with a roundhouse kick to the what viagra works best face before The Phoenix even hits the mat. Casino climbs to the top
turnbuckle to come off with a top rope elbow drop onto the unconscious Phoenix. Casino isn’t through as he wants to show why he beat Marcus Marion and
that it wasn’t a fluke win. Casino hits a brainbuster suplex, following it with a frogsplash that would make Eddy Guererro proud before he climbs to his
feet once more. Casino hits the Brankrupt version 2.0 to The Phoenix for a leghook cover and pin.

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match and STIIIIIIIILL Carolinas Champion… Chris Casino!

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“Dress Like A Target” hits up and from the back to boos galore are the two hated wrestlers, Macculloch and Krusty Kid Paul. Both men are sharing a bottle
of Mac’s finest as they saunter down to the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: Now making their way down to the ring, the team of KRUSTY KID PAUL and MACCULLOCH!

The familiar banjo strumming hits up and the crowd begins to cheer wildly as from the back comes their opponents, both Zeke and The Kumquat Kid.

JENNY JERSEY: Now introducing their opponents, the team of CUZIN’ ZEKE and THE KUMQUAT KID!

Where KKP and Mac paid no attention to the outstretched hands of the fans, Zeke and The Kid make sure to slap every single outstretched hand.

DING DING

Mac dives in with a right hand rocking The Kid back up against the ropes. KKP ducks under a right hook from Zeke, delivering a back handed slap to Zeke’s
skull that sends him stumbling forward. Mac with an Irish Whip, KKP with one of his own and both Zeke and The Kid slam together with a thud. KKP and Mac
laugh before delivering two beautiful bulldogs down to the canvas.

ROB MARTINEZ: Mac and KKP looking good so far.

COREY TAYLOR: Was there any doubt?

KKP pulls Kumquat Kid up to a vertical base, right fist to the jaw has The Kid in the corner. Mac with a leg drop, but Zeke manages to roll out of the
way and up to his knees. Paul rushes over, Zeke shoots up, spinebuster slams Paul nearly all on his neck, but Mac is getting back up, with anger burning
in his eyes. Mac rushes over, big boot sends him backwards into a neckbreaker from Kumquat. The Kid bounces back up, looking out to the crowd before hitting
the ropes, springboard moonsault onto Mac with a leg hook cover.

One…

Tw– Mac throws a shoulder up breaking the count. Zeke looks on with approval on his face. Paul with a vicious right hand to Zeke’s jaw as he swings around
with a swift kick right to the side of Zeke’s knee sending him to a kneeling position. Paul hits the ropes. The Kid comes flying over Zeke to deliver a
knee right into Paul’s face sending him back down to the canvas. The Kid helps Zeke up, pointing over to Mac who is now getting back up. Double clothesline
takes Mac over the top rope to the outside. Zeke turns his attention back to Paul who is beginning to get back up. Another double clothesline.

ROB MARTINEZ: Another clothesline.

COREY TAYLOR: Krusty ducks under hitting the ropes.

Paul slides down under the bottom rope, shaking his head before he wipes his face. Mac and Paul put their heads together, talking strategy. KKP and Mac
look up, Kumquat is airborn over the top rope with a suicide plancha taking out both men. Kumquat leaps to the railing, playing to the crowd before back
flipping off with a double knee into Mac’s midsection knocking the wind right out of him. Paul isn’t moving, but here comes Zeke to the outside, a bit
frustrated because Kumquat Kid didn’t get ahold of him sooner. Zeke pulls Paul up, Irish whip, but Paul reverses, but wait Zeke reverses again and Paul
is sent into the ringpost. Paul is stunned from the impact and the dazed look is evident on cialis for sale online his face as he swings wildly, no target in sight. Zeke with
a quick jab to the ribs, following it up with a right fist to KKP’s jaw sending him backwards against the post.

ROB MARTINEZ: Zeke and The Kid on a roll.

COREY TAYLOR: Give it time.

Kumquat yells something out, Zeke drops down to all fours as The Kid uses him as a launching pad with a scissor kick that connects solidly with the ringpost.
Kid falls to the concrete holding at his knee that took the majority of the punishment. Zeke looks up as if to say, practice and that wouldn’t happen.
Mac nails Zeke in the back of the head with a steel chair sending Zeke to the concrete on his face. Mac stands over Zeke, another chair shot, a third,
and a fourth. Mac seems to be having a great time beating the hell out of Zeke’s skull with a steel chair, but Paul says that he wants a turn, Mac hands
him the steel chair. Paul holds it high over his head, The Kid manages to kick the back of Paul’s knee causing him to drop the chair and thus protect his
partner for the moment.

ROB MARTINEZ: The Kumquat Kid with a save there.

COREY TAYLOR: It was a close call, that chair nearly hit Mac.

Mac picks up the chair, he jumps over Paul to land stradling Kumquat Kid with the chair held high. Mac brings it down as Paul is digging under the ring
for something. The Kid seems to be out cold, but Paul laughs as he pulls a table out from under the ring, he sets it up as Mac laughs with hardcore delight.
Mac turns to the secretary from his promo, she obediantly hands him a Crown Royal bag that jingles slightly from the exchange.

ROB MARTINEZ: This… can’t be good for either Zeke or The Kid.

COREY TAYLOR: This promises to be deliciously hardcore.

Mac turns, but Zeke is there with a boot to the midsection causing Mac to drop the bag. Zeke with a DDT sends Mac’s skull into the concrete, but he rolls
up quickly to take on the rampaging KKP who rushes around the ring post. Zeke with a back body sends Paul into the air and onto the concrete, on his back.
Paul holds at the lower portion of his back, a wince forming on his face. Zeke with a running knee right to the back of Paul’s skull nearly folds him in
half, but here comes The Kid with a leg drop off the table onto Paul. Zeke nods again, but there seems to be something that Zeke is pondering as this match
continues here, he seems to be thinking and sizing The Kid up. Mac, showing his hardcoreness, pushes up to his knees behind Zeke.

COREY TAYLOR: There ain’t gonna be any sheep F*bleep*king tonight.

ROB MARTINEZ: Stop it. Zeke isn’t that way.

Zeke holds at his crotch in obvious pain before hitting his knees to receive a steel chair shot to the back of his skull. Mac delivers another chair shot,
but this one to The Kid before he dumps the contents of the Crown Royal bag onto the table. Bits of glass, barbed wire, and thumbtacks scatter all over
the table, Mac is laughing maniacally as he scoop slams The Kid onto the table. Paul gets up, but Zeke powers up, showing his determination. Zeke with
a right to Paul, KKP fires one right back. Zeke and KKP are exchanging rights and lefts here beside the table as Mac flies from the top rope, sending The
Kid through the table with a body splash. Mac rolls around the remains of the table, getting all sorts of the material stuck in his skin and hair before
standing up, showing the trickling blood from the multitude of wounds. He looks over to Paul before mouthing “Give ‘em Hell” and rolling The Kid inside
the squared circle.

COREY TAYLOR: Zeke and Paul are fighting into the crowd.

ROB MARTINEZ: Paul is holding his own against Zeke, but the man from Turkey Cross is holding his own against a true NAPW legend.

Mac lifts the bloody unconscious form of The Kid up to his feet, signaling that it is over.

ROB MARTINEZ: The Celtic Burial!

COREY TAYLOR: Mac with the cover.

One…

Zeke turns to try and stop the cover, he runs.

Two…

Zeke hops the railing.

Three.

Too late.

DING DING DING

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match, the team of Krusty Kid Paul and Macculloch!

ROB MARTINEZ: What an intense match from these two teams.

COREY TAYLOR: Zeke held his own, I hate to admit it, but he did; while The Kid needs to stay up North.

Zeke pulls the bloody Kid out of the ring, helping his tag team partner to the back, while protecting him from further harm.

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CREDITS

All matches written by Bean.

Yung Mula Segment-Greg and Bean

Tag Team Segment(Black/Aries)-Kronske and Bean

Aeolus Wrath Segment-Nick

WINTER BLAST 2010 02/02/2010

Winter Blast 2010
2-2-2010
Rebel Arena-Raleigh, NC
***Rebel Pro Youtube Exclusive***

{{In the parking lot area, a black Chevrolet Tahoe just pulled up onto the scene. As Jer$ey and Mack hopped out the truck with a serious look on there
faces. Jer$ey and Mack, walked into the arena heading straight towards Larry Gordon office.}}

{Jer$ey knocked as he gets in closer to hear an answer.}

LARRY GORDON: Who is it?

JER$EY: Jer$ey!

LARRY GORDON: Ah! Come on in.

{Jer$ey turns the knob, and pushes the door sort of hard.}

LARRY GORDON: Is there a problem!?

JER$EY: Hell yeah!

{Mack taps Jer$ey on his shoulder…}

MACK: Calm down man!

JER$EY: Yeah there is a problem.

LARRY GORDON: Well lets hear it.

JER$EY: What’s the deal with you adding more stipulations to the match?

LARRY GORDON: I just tried to make it fair enough for both sides.

JER$EY: Fair!!? Do you think the FTC deserved to be treated fair around here?? I don’t think so!

{Jer$ey looks at Mack!}

JER$EY: Do you think so Mack?

Mack shrug his shoulders… but Jer$ey cut him off before he can even speak.

JER$EY: The FTC is trying to destroy the entire company. Tearing guys up limb by limb. Cursing in your face, demanding sh(bleep)! And what do you do? Just
take…

{Larry Gordon cuts him off}

LARRY GORDON: I just take everybody situations serious. That’s what I do. Too be honest, Yung Mula doesn’t really deserve a Tag Titles shot. Yung Mula
haven’t defeated anyone to even earn a Number Contender Shot. But what did I do, give you a chance, just that fast. Is that fair?

JER$EY: Well… Yeah!

LARRY GORDON: Revolutions and Revelations, been together for a while now. Although they do disrespect me and the company, they are still a good tag team.
I can’t just do for you and not for them. You understand? Everybody deserves the opportunity.

JER$EY: Speaking of opportunities, what’s the deal on the Chad Kurtis situation? If Chad or Yung Mula loses, he doesn’t gets another shot?

LARRY GORDON: Once again, Jer$ey. Chad Kurtis had plenty of previous opportunities to become the REBEL World Champ. And once again, being the nice guy
I’ve booked him in World Title match! And like I said, if he shall lose Chad will never get another shot, as long as “Michael” is champ! Now I did not
say Chad can never get another shot. If someone defeats Michael for the World Title, then yeah… Chad may get another shot.

JER$EY: Alright Mr. Gordon, I think I’ve arrest my case. But later on tonight, Yung Mula will win. Chad Kurtis will become the Champ. Mack and I, will
become #1 Contenders. No if or buts about it.

LARRY GORDON: I can’t argue with your opinion, Mr. Jer$ey. But like I say, if Yung Mula lose. Chad…

{Jer$ey cuts him off}

JER$EY: Yeah, yeah! I get the point already. Lets go Mack.

{And Yung Mula exits.}

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“The Final Countdown” hits up as the fans boo The Phoenix, who walks smugly from the back, paying little attention to the idiotic rednecks in the crowd.
Phoenix is wearing a University of Carolina shirt and the crowd realizes this, they immediately begin to cheer.

JENNY JERSEY: From Orlando, Florida, he stands at six feet even and weighs in at two hundred and forty pounds… THE PHOENIX!

The fans are loving The Phoenix, until he steps past them because on the back of his shirt are spraypainted the word… “Sucks!” The fans are back to hating
this veteran immediately after their short lived tolerance. Phoenix steps into the ring.

“Screams of the Undead” blare to life in the speakers as the fans erupt for the former Carolinas Champion. Thomas bursts out from the curtain, pointing
a finger at The Phoenix in the ring. As he rushes past, the fans stick their hands out for a slap, Thomas obliges.

JENNY JERSEY: From Hollywood, Florida, he stands at six feet four inches and weighs in at two hundred and forty-five pounds… THOMAS YOUNG!

Thomas slides into the ring and Phoenix is there immediately on the attack.

DING DING

ROB MARTINEZ: Phoenix wasteing no time here.

COREY TAYLOR: As well he shouldn’t, Thomas took his eyes off of him for a second… the disrespect.

Phoenix with a stomp on the head before bringing down the foot a second and third time to stomp the cranium of Thomas Young. Phoenix brings him up, Irish
whip into the ropes, Phoenix takes a running start, clothesline takes Young down onto the mat. Phoenix stomps away on the cranium, trying to send Young
into crazy land here early. Young with a punch to Phoenix’s thigh buys him a moment as Phoenix rubs at the area that was punched. Young gets up to his
feet, shoving a fist into Phoenix’s gut doubling him over. Young with a swinging neckbreaker, but Phoenix with a counter into a neckbreaker of his own.
Yound is on the canvas, Phoenix hits the ropes. Baseball slide right into Young’s temple before he hooks the leg.

ROB MARTINEZ: phoenix working hard and fast here.

COREY TAYLOR: That is the way the best do it Rob, pay attention.

One…

Two…

Young throws his shoulder up, but The Phoenix is not bothered by this yet. Phoenix pulls Young up to his feet, Young with a lifted knee into Phoenix’s
midsection doubles him over. Young shakes his head, clearing it for thinking now. Young sets him up for a vertical suplex, but Phoenix with a low blow
before rolling him up in a small package for a pin.

One…

Young kicks.

Two…

Young is struggling.

Three.

DING! DING! DING!

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match and obtaining a shot at the Carolinas Title… The Phoenix!

Young rolls out of the ring, anger on his face at the surprise pin. Phoenix stands in the center of the ring taunting Young that he couldn’t get the job
done again.

ROB MARTINEZ: As per Mr. Gordon’s rule, Young will not be allowed to wrestle on the next show and instead will be suspended for one show.

COREY TAYLOR: Thank goodness.

ROB MARTINEZ: However, he can still arrive here, he will just be unable to wrestle.

The fans slap Young’s hands as he makes his way to the back, the fans show him that they still love him.

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“Dress Like A Target” hits up as the crowd somewhat cheers, but is mainly filled with boos as Krusty Kid Paul swaggers from the back. They respect his
status, but hate the fact that he used to represent NAPW back in the past.

JENNY JERSEY: From Kitchener, Ontario, he stands at six feet two inches and weighs in at two hundred and forty pounds, he is… KRUSTY KID PAUL!

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at the fans before he steals a Bud Light from a fan, guzzling down the alcoholic beverage then stepping into the ring.
“Simple Man” hits up and the redneck crowd explodes as from the back, being exxcorted, I mean escorted by Meghan Magnolia is J.T. Whiplash.

JENNY JERSEY: From Paint Rock, Tennessee, he stands at six feet three inches and weighs in at two hundred and forty-five pounds; being accompanied by Meghan
Magnolia, he is… J.T. WHIPLASH!

JT walks down the aisle, slapping the hands of those fans who stick them out for his particular handshake. JT sares into the ring, begging KKP to start
something right now. JT steps up the steps, turning to play to the crowd.

DING DING

KKP rushes forward slamming a fist into the back of JT’s skull knocking hiim down the steps. KKP is quickly through the ropes, boot stomp on the back of
JT’s skull has the man from Paint Rock on the defense.

ROB MARTINEZ: This isn’t starting off good for JT.

COREY TAYLOR: Nah, but it is a beautiful beginning to KKP’s match.

KKP unleashes rights and lefts on JT, but this has the opposite effect on JT as it wakes him up. JT with a set of rights and lefts back to KKP’s face has
the former NAPW star backing up and on the defensive. KKP swings a meaty right hand, JT ducks under the blow catching and tossing KKP into the ring steps
with a belly to belly suplex. JT pulls himself up as KKP is doing the same on the other side of the steps. JT dives over the steps, fists flying, but KKP
does the same and the two stand on the steps throwing rights and lefts into each other’s face with ferocity. The crowd is loving this exchange here with
the hardcore brawling, although no weapons have even been used yet. KKP with a thumb to the eyes has JT wiping them to clear them, KKP steps up onto the
top step, tornado DDT onto the concrete.

ROB MARTINEZ: KKP with a hard knock to JT’s noggin.

COREY TAYLOR: JT is unconscious.

KKP makes the cover, but JT thriows a right hand into his face as he goes to hook the leg causing KKP to realize that this is far from being over. KKP
pulls JT up to a vertical base, JT with a right hand into his midsection bends him over. JT with a three quarter facelock, stunner across the ring steps.
KKP rolls off the steps and onto his back on the concrete floor. JT picks up the steps, holding them high up over his head, he brings them down on Paul’s
face busting him open here, but JT has a trickle of blood coming from a small cut on his forehead as well.

ROB MARTINEZ: Both men busted open here.

COREY TAYLOR: Hopefully JT doesn’t have any diseases from that female he’s sleeping with.

Paul struggles up to a kneeling position, shaking his head as JT stands there delivering clubbing forearm blows to the back of his skull. Paul shoves forward
with his shoulder sending JT into the barricade. Paul gets up quickly, forearm shot sends JT over the barricade and into the fans. KKP picks up a steel
chair, swinging it down on JT’s skull to keep him down on his knees. Paul steals another beer, guzzling it down as well before breaking the bottle over
the back of JT’s skull sending glass fragments everywhere. Paul picks JT up, slamming his face into the barricade before dumping him unceremonously over
the barricade to the ringside area. Paul tosses a few chairs over to the ringside area for later use.

COREY TAYLOR: Paul preparing for later.

ROB MARTINEZ: These are two of the hardcorest men ever to step into Rebel Pro.

KKP rolls JT over onto his back, stomp to the face and his lip is now busted open. Paul picks him up, JT fires a right fist into his gut doubling him over
again. JT with a quick DDT takes Paul off his feet and sends his forehead into the concrete. Meghan rushes over, giving her man a swallow of his beloved
beer, this seems to re-energize JT as he shakes his head with adrenaline. JT up to his feet, Irish whip sends Paul into the barricade, JT follows in with
a clothesline that takes Paul over to the crowd again. JT with a knee into his face up against the barricade, a second, and a third. JT pounds his fists
right into Paul’s face, opening up wounds the hardway, with his knuckles and strength. JT pounds away before Paul sends him back with a shove and a snarl,
struggling back up to his feet. Paul charges, JT with a back body and the fans scatter as Paul crashes down on the chairs, but luckily no fans were hurt
in that exchange.

COREY TAYLOR: Did you see that elevation?

ROB MARTINEZ: Yeah, JT with a big back body.

COREY TAYLOR: No, I’m talking about that blond and how high her boo…

ROB MARTINEZ: Do not finish that statement.

JT falls down to one knee, the blood loss now affecting him. He gets back up, staggering a bit over to where Paul lays crumpled in the mess of chairs,
he pulls him from the wreckage. Ducking down, JT gets Paul on his shoulders in a fireman’s carry to begin toting him back to the ring. JT steps onto a
chair, helping him get over the barricade, Paul spins off his shoulders, DDT onto the barricade which flips him and Paul over to the ringside area. Neither
man is moving for a bit, referee Jimmy Johnson there checking on both men, but Paul begins to stir first. Paul on his knees, wiping the blood out of his
face, slinging it down on JT’s face before spitting on him and slapping the taste out of his mouth. JT doesn’t stir and Paul laughs as he makes a cover.
One…

Two…

Thr

JT gets his shoulder up and Paul can’t believe it, he simply can’t believe it. Paul snarls something as he pulls JT up to his feet, bulldog into the ringpost,
JT goes down in a heap. KKP drags him over to the announce table, scoop slam onto the table.

ROB MARTINEZ: Um… this doesn’t appear…

COREY TAYLOR: Be GOOD!

Paul with a piledriver through the table busts it in half, but JT’s skull may be busted in half as he is not moving at all here. Paul smiles as he rolls
off JT, covering him again, even hooking the leg for good measure as he looks cockily at Johnson.

One…

Two…

KKP isn’t cocky anymore as JT manages a shoulder up again, he manages to kick out again! Paul yells at Johnson to speed up and stop with the slow counts,
Johnson mimics counting on his hand. Paul gets in his face, but little does he know that JT has struggled to a somewhat kneeling position behind him. Paul
turns around… fire extinguisher to the face backs Paul up against the ring apron. JT picks the fire fighting paraphanelia up with him, swinging to connect
with Paul’s ribs sends him to one side. KKP is hurting now and JT is on the offense. Meghan is setting up a table, she is preparing for something and JT
nods his approval. JT with a clubbing forearm sends KKP back against the table, he is blinded still from the fire extinguisher spray. JT with a scoop slam
has KKP on the table, but he is fighting it. JT climbs to the top turnbuckle, holding his hands up wide in a victory pose. KKP gets up, but quickly rolls
off the table to prevent any move. JT leaps off the top turnbuckle anyways. KKP turns around, absently minded(blinded actually) facing Whiplash.

ROB MARTINEZ: Rebel Yell!

COREY TAYLOR: What is that disturbance about back there Rob?

Jimmy Johnson slides into position for the cover.

One…

Here comes Aeolus Wrath!

Two…

Aeolus Wrath is running, aiming for JT Whiplash.

Three.

DING! DING! DING!

Punt kick right to JT’s skull flips him over and perhaps out cold. Here comes Meghan to protect her man. Aeolus lifts her up easily, driving her through
the table with a spinebuster. Wrath with repeated stomps to JT’s face and skull keeps him out cold; Aeolus pulls something from his pocket.

COREY TAYLOR: What is that he’s got?

ROB MARTINEZ: It looks like a Confederate States of America Flag.

Aeolus is smiling as he pulls a set of handcuffs from under the ring, he locks JT from the top rope, making him hang there and watch. Aeolus takes the
flag, twisting it up as he pulls a small can of lighter fluid from a pocket as well.

COREY TAYLOR: That isn’t smart Aeolus, not smart at all… cool, but with this crowd…

ROB MARTINEZ: He’s lighting it on fire in front of JT Whiplash!

JT is pissed at this action from Wrath, but powerless to do anything about it. JT has to watch his beloved flag burn in front of his eyes as the crowd
begins to jump the barricade after Wrath. Aeolus wisely sprints down the aisle way and to the back as the Stars and Bars slowly turns to ashes at JT’s
feet. A fan stomps out the flame, but only a few strips and slightly larger pieces are left of this particular flag. A set of bolt cutters are grab, they
get JT out of his handcuffs, he snatches the flag from the fan. Holding it high above his head, he vows revenge and the crowd roars their approval.

COREY TAYLOR: Wrath got under JT’s skin a few weeks back, but he just built a dwelling there with that move.

ROB MARTINEZ: Not to mention, cementing the fans’ hatred of him.

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“Oddities” by the Insane Clown Posse laughs its way into the speakers as the crowd has a feeling this match is going to be violent, but actually they are
just waiting for some free gifts. Freak walks through the curtain, looking around before pulling something through the curtain like he is the one doing
all of the work. Freak has a harness around him and is pulling a heavy wagon that has… Shut Down on it? The big man is tossing out Aces of Spades that
have Duncan’s picture glued onto the card while he stands with Vencent Black on his back as though he is carrying him.

JENNY JERSEY: At a total combined weight of five hundred pounds, from Anywhere and Everywhere, they are The Freak and Shut Down… THE FREAK SHOW!

Freak continues to struggle to pull Shut Down to the ring, sweat pouring off his body until they reach the ring. Freak falls down, gasping for breath,
making quite a show of the effort it took as Shut Down yells at him to open the gate for him to step down. Freak bows before opening the gate and releasing
a red carpet that leads to the ring. Upon exiting the wagon, Freak is ordered to hold the ropes open as Shut Down steps through confidently. Freak rolls
under the ropes, kipping up to show laughter on his face. Freak looks up at Shut Down and both begin to laugh wildly at their mockery of the team of Aries
and Black.

COREY TAYLOR: This isn’t going to set well with Vincent.

ROB MARTINEZ: Too right you are.

“Carbomb” hits up as Vincent Black walks smugly from the back, one half of the Tag Team gold over his left shoulder. The crowd begins to boo heavily as
he snears at them, contempt and hatred in his voice and burning on his face.

JENNY JERSEY: From Glens Falls, New York, he stands at six feet eleven inches and weighs in at three hundred and forty-one pounds… he is one half of
the Rebel Pro Tag Team Champions… VINCENT BLACK!

Vincent isn’t bothered by the fact it is two on one until his partner comes out, he steps over the top rope to face off against Freak Show.

ROB MARTINEZ: Vincent exchanging big words with The Freak and Shut Down.

COREY TAYLOR: Unlike most here, he can back them up.

“Judith” hits up as Duncan rushes out from the back, another mixed reaction for the Rebel Pro star. The fans like Duncan, but he is just guilty by association
since he is teaming with Black, by his own doing or by being forced to do it. Duncan looks into the ring, his speed picks up a bit as he heads down to
stand beside his partner.

JENNY JERSEY: From San Diego, California, he stands at six feet three inches and weighs in at two hundred and thirty-eight pounds, he is the other half
of the Rebel Pro Tag Team Champions… “The Spade”… DUNCAN ARIES!

Duncan drops the belt, sliding into the ring before springing up to his feet beside his tag team partner.

DING DING

Black with a huge right to Shut Down, who rubs his jaw before throwing a right back at Vincent and the two biggest men in Rebel Pro are going at it. Vincent
with a right, Shut Down with a right as well, left from Vincent, left from Shut Down. Freak and Duncan with a collar and elbow, Freak turning it into a
hammerlock before changing into a side headlock. Duncan sends him into the ropes to break the hold. Freak flies across the ring, clipping Vincent in the
knee with a kick before he turns back around to catch Duncan with a spinning toe kick right to his temple. Duncan hits his knees, rubbing at his temple
as Shut Down levels Black with a running clothesline. Freak points to Duncan as Shut Down tries to lift him up, but Duncan struggles lifting a boot to
kick him in the thigh. Freak rushes over, Duncan with a boot to Freak’s face that stops him.

ROB MARTINEZ: Duncan fighting off both members of The Freak Show by himself.

COREY TAYLOR: Here comes Vincent and he isn’t happy.

Shut Down with a right hand and Vincent falls down? Shut Down looks stunned a bit, shocked even as he makes a cover.

One…

Duncan rushes over, to wait on the ropes? Is Duncan letting Vincent get pinned to show him something?

Two…

The crowd is silent.

Three.

DING! DING! DING!

JENNY JERSEY: Um… winners of the match and NEEEEEEEW…

“I’m A Rebel” hits the speakers as from the back comes Larry Gordon, shaking his head in disgust and his face red with anger. He has a live microphone
in his hand and brings it to his mouth.

LARRY GORDON: Hold it right there Jenny, there will be no belts changing hands here in this match tonight. You know something that really gets under my
skin?

The crowd waits.

LARRY GORDON: When people don’t respect a match. When people do something before a match. Sure Rebel Pro has no rules, but some people can’t let that be
all and have to do a little damage before a match to try and put things in their favor.

He looks right at The Freak and Shut Down. Vincent Black gets up, a bit shaky and Duncan turns to face Gordon.

LARRY GORDON: Nice imitation there, but I’ve just found the REAL Vincent Black back in his locker room bloodied and beaten, unconscious. Vincent has been
sent to the hospital for injuries sustained from a lead pipe shot… excuse me, repeated lead pipe shots to the skull from some unknown assailant.

Anger is brimming in his voice.

LARRY GORDON: Not to mention the fact that you have hired a Duncan Aries impersonator here as well. See, Duncan is a trained Martial Artist and a fairly
good brawler, but one fact remains the same about Duncan that brought this to my attention. Duncan, no matter whether he likes Vincent, whether he likes
the tag division or not, Duncan will do what it takes to succeed here in this business. I’ve been contacted by Duncan about certain issues pertaining to
the tag situation and am going to resolve it right here and now. But first…

He holds up a hand.

LARRY GORDON: Let me explain how I know this isn’t Duncan either. Duncan would not just stand on the ropes to watch the championship belt that he holds
go out the window. Like Vincent or not, Duncan has too much competition running through his veins to let that happen. So, while you are a near mirror image
to Duncan, you lack that certain quality.

The Freak and Shut Down are seeting in the ring.

LARRY GORDON: But Freak and Shut Down, you’ve done a pretty good deal for this company so, you will receive another shot at the Rebel Pro Tag Team Championships,
but after we crown new Tag Team Champions at our next show… Underground’s “Beat Down.”

The crowd roars its approval.

LARRY GORDON: At that show, Duncan Aries will face off against Vincent Black for the right to pick a partner of their choosing to become the NEW Rebel
Pro Tag Team Champions. Freak and Shut Down, after that match you will face whomever the champions are at… High Stakes!

The crowd roars again.

LARRY GORDON: Consider it a bit of a punishment for you pulling this little trick that you have to wait for your shots at the belts.

Larry turns, but stops before turning back, a smile playing over his face.

LARRY GORDON: I nearly forgot to tell you how I knew that this wasn’t the real Duncan from the beginning, nevermind the competitive nature.

He chuckles.

LARRY GORDON: Must be old age or I’ve got too much on my plate. Anyways, Duncan called me a day or so ago, saying that he may not make it because of personal
issues but he’d keep me informed. Well… I got a call from him about an hour or so ago and he told me that he couldn’t make it.

Another chuckle from Larry Gordon.

LARRY GORDON: Technology… such a wonderful thing isn’t it?

He turns to head backstage as “I’m A Rebel” hits the speakers much to the crowd’s enjoyment. After a moment, The Freak, Shut Down, the fake Vincent, and
fake Duncan make their way backstage as well.

ROB MARTINEZ: What a turn of events here.

COREY TAYLOR: Absolutely brilliant strategy by The Freak Show, too bad it didn’t turn out right though.

ROB MARTINEZ: On to our next match though, it should be a humdinger.

Two men jump the barricade, grabbing the Rebel Pro Tag Team championship belts from the table before Jenny has a chance to grab them for Mr. Gordon. The
two men lower their hood to reveal Krusty Kid Paul and Chris Casino as they walk backwards through the crowd, a smile on their face.

COREY TAYLOR: Is Dirty Money back?

ROB MARTINEZ: I’m not sure, but I do know that Chris Casino and Krusty Kid Paul have just stolen the belts, Larry Gordon isn’t going to be happy.

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From the speakers in all four corners of the arena…. The familiar tune of The Beverly Hillbillies blasts out… the crowd now looks towards the black curtain
at the end of the runway…and waits to see who comes thru….. a few seconds past, and finally the curtain rustles and stepping thru is Cuzin Zeke……he is
not dressed in his usual coveralls but instead in a pair of blue jeans and a t shirt that reads… “Help today…Help Haiti” he is carrying a donation box
as he comes to the ring… and as he passes fans reach out and put in what every they have….he makes his way to ringside, places the box on the ring apron
and now climbs in…. taking the mic in his hand… waving to the crowd.

ZEKE: “ Ya all knows that I been away for a few weeks, after my last match with them Freaks, I gots on a plane and heads off to Haiti…. I been down there
for a good parts of the past few weeks, and lets me tell ya they sure needs all the helps we can gives them.. So thinks hard and sees what ya can rustle
up…and sends it there way… cuz they sure needs it…!”

The crowd pops..and gives Zeke a big cheer….and some stand in the the place clapping and cheering for what Zeke has done… he waves to the crowd and now
motions that he now wants to say something more….

ZEKE: “Thanks for all the cheers…but I was only doing whats anyone would.. and I was down there representing all of REBEL, and all ya fine folks… but nows
I gots something to tells ya. While down there I had some times to think…think about wheres I am going here in REBEL… and wells I comes to the conclusion
there is only one place to goes… So lets me tell ya what I comes up with… what am I good at? Where am I the most effective? What has brought me the most?
Gots any ideas…??”

Zeke listens to what the crowd yells out… and smiles…!!

ZEKE: “ Wells some of yas got it right…. TAG TEAM… so here is what I was thinking… I gonna now focus again on that. Making my ways to the top of the pile,
making a name again for myself in that division. But I gots on big problem…. I aints got me a partner…so as of today… I am open to anyones, here in REBEL,
or elsewheres, like NAPW or where everys… to comes along and ask me to partners up…I wants to find the best fits to gets me to the top. I don’t cares if
we are friends, if we hates each others. Or maybes we never ever met… I just wants the best… so here is an open call to anyones in the world…. Gives me
a call… and lets climb to the top…. Ya can gets my number for the commish…. I am waiting for you to call… !

Zeke reaches into his pocket…and turns on his cell phone… showing he is ready for anyone… he hands the mic back..and climbs out of the ring… grabs the
donation box again and while making his way to the back.. fans again toss in bills and coins… finally he disappears just like he appeared out the black
curtain.

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ROB MARTINEZ: Coming up next is a match that has many a REBEL Pro Wrestling fan salivating with anticipation. For the first time in a REBEL Pro ring, we
are going to see “The Future” Chris Casino, lock horns with “The Revolutionary” Marcus Marion.

COREY TAYLOR: For once, I actually agree with you, Rob. Both of these competitors are two of the finest in REBEL Pro and I can’t wait to see them lock
horns.

ROB MARTINEZ: Let’s go ring-side to Jenny Jersey for the introductions.

“My Michelle” by GNR begins to play over the P.A. system as the fans buzz in anticipation at the arrival of Marcus Marion with Nicole Rhodes.

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is set for one fall contested under Pure Honor rules… it is for the REBEL Pro Carolina’s Championship…
introducing first… he hails from Atlanta, Georgia… weighing in tonight at two-hundred and thirty-three pounds… accompanied to the ring by Nicole Rhodes…
he is the challenger… “The Revolutionary”… MARCUS MARION !

Marcus sneers with disgust at the REBEL Pro fans as he walks up the ring steps, pausing to soak in the atmosphere for a moment. He then climbs in the ring
and paces back and forth in his corner like a caged animal.

ROB MARTINEZ: Marcus Marion appears to be primed and ready to go in this match. You can just see the intensity in his eyes.

Finally, Marion’s music ends as “Smooth” by Rob Thomas & Carlos Santana begins to play over the P.A. system, signifying the arrival of the REBEL Pro Carolina’s
Champion, Chris Casino.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent… from Las Vegas, Nevada… weighing in at two-hundred and twenty pounds… he is the REBEL Pro Carolina’s Champion… “The Future”…
CHRIS CASINO !

Chris Casino arrives to ringside, hoisting the belt high in the air for the crowd to see as he climbs in the ring, handing the belt to the referee. The
referee then holds the belt in the air for the crowd to see as the fans are on their feet in anticipation.

ROB MARTINEZ: The feeling here in this arena is absolutely electric right now. We are about to witness history tonight, and these fans in the REBEL Arena
will be a part of it.

COREY TAYLOR: I’m usually very biased in who I want to win, but in this match, I can’t pick sides as I like both guys.

The opening bell rings as Marcus Marion and Chris Casino walk up to each other in the middle of the ring, literally nose to nose. As both men are jawing
at each other for a moment, all of a sudden Marcus Marion delivers a slap to the face of the REBEL Pro Carolina’s Champion.

ROB MARTINEZ: Whoa! Not exactly a gentlemanly exchange there…

Chris Casino then nods his head as he rubs his cheek before landing a hard right hand to Marion, sending him back-pedaling on the canvas as the fans are
on their feet.

COREY TAYLOR: Now that’s what I call retribution right there!

As Marion gets up to his feet, Casino tries to lock in a Vertical Suplex, but Marion counters with one of his own, floating into a quick cover.

ROB MARTINEZ: Marcus Marion going for a quick victory here, One… Two… NO! Not this early!

COREY TAYLOR: I think he might have caught Chris Casino by surprise with that Vertical Suplex into a pin.

Both men get back to their feet and hook up in a test of strength. Both men lean into one another with Marion getting the early upper hand, with Casino
bridging his back to stay off the canvas. The champion then turns the table, countering with an arm-drag take-down. Marion follows up with one of his own.
Casino then goes for a head-lock take-down, but the challenger gets back up to his feet, shoving Casino into the ropes with a quick hip-toss. The champion
gets back up on his feet and both men go for a drop-kick at the same time, as both men scramble to their feet, staring each other down as the crowd cheers
that display of athleticism.

ROB MARTINEZ: Fans, what we just witnessed is why REBEL Pro is one of the top independent wrestling organizations out there. You won’t see athleticism
like that anywhere else.

COREY TAYLOR: I hope people in Orlando and Connecticut are taking notes right now… THIS is how wrestling should be!

Both men nod to each other as a sign of respect before they lock horns again. This time, Marcus Marion goes for a side headlock before coming down with
a Bulldog. Without hesitation, he locks in a Camel Clutch, leaning back to apply torque on the lower back of Chris Casino.

ROB MARTINEZ: Marcus Marion with an expertly applied Camel Clutch submission, but Chris Casino’s feet are too close to the ropes that time.

COREY TAYLOR: For those of you keeping track at home, that is the first rope break by Chris Casino in this match.

As the referee counts on the rope break, he gets to four before Marion releases the hold and holds up five fingers and shouting “I’ve got ‘till five!”.
As Marion whips Casino into the ropes, he sets himself up for a back-drop, but the champion spots it right away and hits a Double Knee Face-buster to the
challenger. Casino then hooks the arm and applies a painful Fish-hook submission maneuver, but Marcus Marion quickly crawls to the ropes to break the hold.
ROB MARTINEZ: Now both men have used up their first rope break!

COREY TAYLOR: We promised you people that this was going to be a match for the ages and it hasn’t disappointed so far.

Chris Casino picks up Marcus Marion in position for a piledriver, but Marion counters with a back-drop. He sizes the champion up and locks in a standing
Cobra Clutch. As Casino struggles and thrashes about for several moments in the move, he finally reaches toward the ropes. However, before he can get there,
he gets yanked down rudely with a brutal Russian Leg Sweep as Marion goes for a cover.

ROB MARTINEZ: Nice Cobra Clutch/Russian Leg Sweep combo by Marcus Marion, could that be it?

COREY TAYLOR: One… Two… NOPE! Casino manages to kick out!

Marcus Marion then applies a Rear Chinlock to Casino, trying to take the wind out of the champion’s sails. However, Casino is close to the ropes as he
grabs the ropes and the referee administers his five count. Frustrated, Marion breaks the hold.

ROB MARTINEZ: A little frustration there by Marcus Marion.

COREY TAYLOR: This is proving to be tougher sledding for the challenger than he figured it would be!

Marcus Marion then signals to the top rope. As he climbs the turnbuckles methodically, he goes for a top rope Guillotine Legdrop, but Casino rolls out
of the way, causing the challenger to land hard on his tailbone.

ROB MARTINEZ: There was no water in the pool on that one!

COREY TAYLOR: Marcus Marion went for too big of a risk there and it came back to bite him.

Casino then picks up Marcus Marion in a Double Underhook position before executing a Backbreaker out of it and going for another cover.

ROB MARTINEZ: Double Underhook Backbreaker there by the champion, could that be it?

COREY TAYLOR: One… Two… Th- WHOA! That was close!

ROB MARTINEZ: Close, but no cigar there.

The champion then hoists up the challenger for a Brainbuster Suplex, connecting it full force before transitioning into a Dragon Sleeper. Casino then adds
a twist to it by rolling Marion on his stomach into a Dragon Clutch as the referee asks Marion if he wants to submit. Marion’s feet are furiously trying
to locate the ropes as he gets his right foot on the bottom rope. The referee administers his five count as Casino lets go on the count of three.

COREY TAYLOR: Personally, I would have held on until four at least.

ROB MARTINEZ: Definitely a curious decision by the champion, but he may have something bigger in store.

Casino drags Marcus Marion to the center of the ring and goes to the top rope for an elbow drop attempt, but he misses as Marion rolls out of the way.
Both men are down as Marion has to use the ropes to pull himself up. The challenger then rakes the eyes of Chris Casino as he hits a stalling neckbreaker
over the knee. Marion then hooks the leg for another pin attempt.

COREY TAYLOR: He’s got him covered… One… Two… Th- HOLY COW! Casino kicks out again!

ROB MARTINEZ: These two are putting on a true mat-wrestling classic. The online newsletters are going to be raving about this match in the morning!

COREY TAYLOR: Oh my God, Hell just froze over! Twice in a REBEL Pro broadcast, I find myself in agreement with Rob Martinez!

Marcus Marion then picks up Chris Casino in position for a DDT, but out of nowhere, the challenger counters with a beautiful Northern Lights Suplex.

ROB MARTINEZ: WHAT A COUNTER BY CASINO! He’s got a One… Two… Thr- OH, SO CLOSE!!!

COREY TAYLOR: Listen to this crowd, they’re on their feet!

Marion quickly picks himself back up and eye rakes the champion again, this time hitting the DDT full-force. Marion then pushes Chris Casino into the corner
with some stiff knife-edged chops, the force of them causing the chest of Chris Casino to bleed as the champion cries out in pain.

ROB MARTINEZ: My God, those chops are brutal! Chris Casino’s chest is going to have Marcus Marion’s hand-prints on them for a week!

COREY TAYLOR: This is getting nice and messy now, just the way I like it!

Marion then props Casino on the top rope and puts him in position for a Super-plex. Casino tries to fight out of it the best he can, but some Marcus Marion
elbows to the ribcage give him the advantage as he Super-plexes the champion as the crowd is on their feet!

ROB MARTINEZ: What a Super-plex! But did that take all the wind out of Marcus Marion?

Marion slowly gets up to his feet, sucking for air as he locks in a Figure-4 Leglock on the champion, who thrashes about furiously, fighting the urge to
tap.

COREY TAYLOR: Both men are down to one rope break here, so they may want to use it wisely!

Chris Casino then lies down on his back to try and get some energy.

ROB MARTINEZ: Did Chris Casino just give up the ghost? One… Two… NO! He’s still in this!

Casino sits up for a moment and starts trying to turn the move over. Just as he’s about to lose strength, he takes a quick rest on his back to save momentum
for his next attempt.

COREY TAYLOR: He may want to be careful here! One… Two… He’s still in this match!

This time Chris Casino finally, slowly, but surely, begins to shift the momentum of the move. As both men are on their sides fighting for leverage for
a moment, they then roll back to marion having an advantage as they trade chops with one another. As they both are trading chops for several moments, finally
the champion hits a punch to the jaw, catching Marion off-guard enough to reverse the Figure-4 Leglock.

ROB MARTINEZ: My, oh my, how the tables have turned! Now it’s Marcus Marion in a world of hurt.

COREY TAYLOR: Come on Marcus, don’t lose like this! Not like this!

Marcus Marion is now in a great deal of pain. As the referee asks him if he wants to give up, Marcus’ hand starts to head down to tap, but he uses his
other hand to keep from tapping. Out of the corner of his eye though, he realizes he’s close to the ropes and grabs hold as tight as he can. This time,
Casino relinquishes the hold quickly as both men are absolutely winded at this point. The fans in attendance, start chanting “FIVE-STAR MATCH! FIVE-STAR
MATCH!”

ROB MARTINEZ: While I think that assessment by our fans remains tom be seen, this one has sure lived up to the billingm hasn’t it?

COREY TAYLOR: This has to be one of the better wrestling matches I’ve seen in a while! I don’t know if they’ll ever be able to top this!

The referee then begins his ten count.

One…

Two…

Three…

Four…

Five…

Six…

Both men finally start to stir as Marcus Marion manages to weakly pull himself to the ropes while Casino is on one knee.

Seven…

Chris Casino is back up to his feet as Marion is still struggling to get to a vertical base.

Eight…

Casino then moves in for the kill, but Marion grabs the arm and applies a very tight Fujiwara Armbar on the champion, screaming “TAP OUT! YOU KNOW YOU
WANT TO! TAP!” as Casino screams out in agony close to the center of the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: Fujiwara Armbar there by Marion and this could be it! It’s gonna take a miracle for Casino to reach those ropes.

COREY TAYLOR: What a match! For once in my life, I am utterly speechless watching this.

Casino, with great Herculean-like effort, slowly starts to inch his way toward the ropes, scooting as close as he can. With one final lunge, he grabs the
bottom rope and Marion is forced to break the hold.

ROB MARTINEZ: That’s all the rope breaks for both competitors and now, things are about to get a lot more interesting.

COREY TAYLOR: I’d be hard pressed to see how it can get more interesting!

Marcus Marion then picks himself up, gasping for air still. He then looks back as Casino, who’s holding his shoulder in pain as he whips himself off of
the ropes and Casino manages to connect with a Superkick out of nowhere as he falls on top of Marion for a weak cover.

ROB MARTINEZ: Superkick out of nowhere, this could be it! One… Two… Thre- MARION IS STILL ALIVE!

COREY TAYLOR: How is he managing to stay in this match?

Chris Casino then weakly picks up Marcus Marion in a Fireman’s Carry before dropping down into a Double Knee Gutbuster. The champion then goes for another
cover, still too weak to hook the legs.

ROB MARTINEZ: Another pin attempt by the champion… One… Two… Thre- NO! THIS ISN’T OVER YET!

COREY TAYLOR: They’ve thrown everything but the kitchen sink at each other. Something has GOT to give eventually!

The champion pulls at his hair in disbelief that Marion has given him this much of a fight. The champion then signals “It’s Over!” as he goes to the apron
in an attempt for a Springboard Frog Splash, but this time, Marion has him scouted and puts his knees up to block the move. Marion then gets a smile on
his face as he pushes Chris Casino chest-first into the turn-buckles. He then props the champion up facing the front row as Marion claps his hands together
to signal that he’s ending this now.

ROB MARTINEZ: All signs right now may be pointing to a new Carolina’s Champion!

COREY TAYLOR: I hate to say it, but I think Chris Casino has used up every trick in his book!

As Marion gets on the second rope, Casino fires back some desperation elbow shots to the side of the head before he hooks in the arms, spins off the top
rope, and hits a desperation Super Bankrupt V. 2.0 off the top rope as the fans explode with pandemonium.

ROB MARTINEZ: WHAT A MOVE! MY GOD, HOW DID HE DO THAT?

Chris Casino, with all the strength he can muster, falls on top of Marcus Marion as the referee makes the count.

COREY TAYLOR: That’s gotta be all! One… TWO… THREE!!! WHAT A MATCH!

Chris Casino, completely spent, rolls off the challenger and lies on his back completely exhausted and unable to stand as the referee raises his hand while
“Smooth” by Rob Thomas & Carlos Santana begins to play as the crowd starts chanting

CROWD: “THAT WAS AWE-SOME! THAT WAS AWE-SOME!”.

ROB MARTINEZ: For those of you watching, I can’t put into words what I just saw. Marcus marion has nothing to be ashamed of tonight. He gave everything
he had, but in the end, it was Chris Casino with the proverbial ace up his sleeve.

COREY TAYLOR: Wow… just… Wow. In all my years of announcing, I’ve not seen too many matches with this type of hype that lived up to the potential. For
nearly thirty minutes, these two just battled tooth and nail. I don’t think this is the last we’ll see of Marcus Marion, though. Mark my words, he’ll be
back.

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“Heavy Metal Machine” hits the speakers and from the back to an enormous amount of boos is perhaps the most hated man in Rebel Pro wrestling, Michael Massacre
and his New FTC. The World Championship is over his shoulder as he marches proudly in front of his group, making sure that they know he is to be in the
front and not behind them.

JENNY JERSEY: From The Seven Valleys, being led by the Rebel Pro World Champion, Michael Massacre, Raphael, and Gabriel… THE NEW FTC!

The crowd awards this group with garbage love, popcorn kisses, and nacho cheese hugs as they walk down the aisle towards the ring. Michael steps up the
steps as Raphael holds the ropes for his leader and World Champion, Michael Massacre.

COREY TAYLOR: Michael looking dominate early on.

ROB MARTINEZ: The match hasn’t even started yet.

COREY TAYLOR: And he has already outshowed… The Show.

A horn blares as a 1996 Chevrolet Impala SS drives through the back with “Bedrock” by Young Money playing through the Kicker twelve inch competition speakers.
The car is entirely black with twenty-six inch DUB Floaters, the rims that stay still as the car rolls forward.

ROB MARTINEZ: I think, Michael has just been upstaged!

COREY TAYLOR: Sorry, I can’t hear you over this cacofany of what is supposed to be music!

The women in the crowd, of all shapes, sizes, and ages get up and shake what their mama gave ‘em in front of their seats.

COREY TAYLOR: Some of those women should not be dancing!

ROB MARTINEZ: I hate to see her leave, but I love to watch her go!

JENNY JERSEY: Now introducing the challengers, the team of “The Show” Chad Kurtis, “Incredible” Mack, and “Young Money” Jer$ey… YUNG MULA!

The car continues to roll down the aisleway slowly before stopping near the ring steps. The first to emerge is “The Show” who plays to the crowd before
dancing a little bit to the ringsteps. Next comes Mack, who gets down with his bad self to stand beside Chad Kurtis, both men continuing to dance to the
groove. Jer$ey comes out last, shaking hands with a few fans as he breaks it down Yung Mula style for the crowd, he grooves to stand beside his Yung Mula
counterparts. All six men stare at each other, the look on Michael’s face is worth the price of admission. The car slowly backs up the aisle as a ringside
tech is getting the car out of the damage zone.

ROB MARTINEZ: We all murderers cause we killin’ time.

COREY TAYLOR: Stop it already!

Chad points to Michael as Jer$ey and Mack point to each member of Revolutions and Revelations. Referee Alan Stone calls for the bell and this match is
set to be under way.

DING DING

Chad and Massacre start off this contest, Chad with a headlock. Michael with a counter into the ropes that sends Chad running to the other side of the
ring. Michael charges in, Chad with a springboard back flip over Michael and a dropkick to his back sends him out of the ring early on. Jer$ey rushes in
to catch Raphael with a right fist to the jaw, but here comes Mack to take on Gabriel with his monstorous size. Chad takes a running leap, diving over
the top rope onto the rising Massacre that sends him down onto the concrete again. Jer$ey with a wristlock, but Raphael runs up the ropes flipping and
twisting out of the lock, delivering a kick to the back of Jer$ey’s head taking him down to one knee. Gabriel with a big right, but Mack with an equally
big right hand back to Gabriel.

ROB MARTINEZ: These six men are letting it all go!

COREY TAYLOR: A lot is on the line here Rob, alot!

Chad with an Irish whip into the barricade, but Massacre reverses sending Chad into the protective barrier. Chad’s back slams into the hardness of the
fan protection, but Massacre slams a knee into Chad’s face with fierceness that rocks Chad’s skull. In the ring Raphael has Jer$ey in the corner, right
hands to his face before turning to deliver a stinging slap to his chest that has Jer$ey wincing from the pain. Mack with a knee into Gabriel’s midsection
has him bent over in the ring. Mack with a clubbing forearm that sends him down to one knee, but Gabriel with a low blow gets him the advantage now. Raphael
with another knife edge chop, but Jer$ey catches the wrist, kick to Raphael’s ribs. Raphael winces from the blow, but Jer$ey has no compassion as he delivers
another and a third kick. Jer$ey with a swinging neckbreaker takes Raphael down to the canvas where he makes a quick cover.

One…

Michael pulls Raphael out of the ring, berating him for getting nearly pinned so quickly in the match. Raphael looks up, anger on his face, but who is
it aimed towards. Michael turns around, Chad is flying; Michael ducks. Raphael is ent to the ground by the flying elbow and forearm combo and Michael gets
up to his feet pointing at his head. Chad quickly springs up to his feet.

COREY TAYLOR: This match is all over the place with FTC dominating, as usual.

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh My God what a move!

Mack with a big over the shoulder suplex on Gabriel gets him the advantage back, but Mack is kneeling in the corner, breathing heavily. Mack gets back
up to his feet, shaking his head before starting a climb up to the top turnbuckle. Raphael is out on the concrete, but Massacre has a steel chair in hand
and climbing. Massacre takes a swing, but Jer$ey flies over the top rope with a diving shoulderblock that takes Michael out of the equation. Mack leaps
with a big time leg drop on Gabriel’s throat.

ROB MARTINEZ: What a leg drop!

COREY TAYLOR: They are clearly cheating.

Jer$ey pulls Massacre up to his feet, right hand, another, and a third has him up against the announcers’ table. Jer$ey with a forearm smash right into
Massacre’s mouth folds hiim over backwards. Jer$ey looks over his right shoulder before delivering a stinging slap and diving off to the right. Chad Kurtis
comes flying off the top turnbuckle with a bicycle kick right to Michael’s forehead that lays him out on the table Chad mounts Michael with rights and
lefts, a Lou Thesz press right on the announcers’ table.

ROB MARTINEZ: Whoa!

COREY TAYLOR: My partner of so many words, has finally ran out… thank God.

Mack pulls Gabriel up to his feet, fist to the face, but Gabriel fights back with a fist of his own. Jer$ey slides into the ring, but Raphael catches his
ankle to prevent him from getting in between Mack and Gabriel. Jer$ey with a swift kick backwards, but Raphael catches that foot. Jer$ey’s legs are on
either side of the ringpost and Raphael pulls back hard. Jer$ey’s eyes go wide in pain, but Raphael does the saddistic move a second time and Jer$ey is
gagging on the pain. Raphael points to his own temple as he notices Chad Kurtis destroying Massacre on the announce table. Raphael rushes over to help
Michael out.

COREY TAYLOR: Here comes reinforcement, in the form of Raphael.

Gabriel with a right hand to Mack’s jaw, but “The Incredible One” catches the thrown fist, boot to the gut of Gabriel. Mack with a lifted knee right into
his face busts open his nose and sends hiim down to one knee. Raphael is slammed into the concrete by a flying Jer$ey, who mouths the word “Cup” in his
face before pounding him with rights and lefts. Michael with a knee into Chad’s groin and a thumb to the eye buys him a momentary advantage. Michael rolls
Chad over onto the table before struggling up to his feet. In the ring Mack digs his knuckles into the broken nose of Gabriel before slamming a fist into
thesnout of Gabriel as well. Mack whips him into the corner, following in with a running forearm into the throat. Mack climbs up and the count begins as
he rains down stiff punch after stiff punch.

ROB MARTINEZ: Neither faction has the advantage all at once, these two teams are evenly matched.

COREY TAYLOR: On paper, but not in real life, this is not a sport of writing, but one of real violence.

The count reaches ten as Gabriel weakly shoves Mack off, but the former World Champ lands on his feet, charging in with another big knee. Mack lifts Gabriel
up, sending him down with a bridge suplex into a pin attempt. Alan Stone slides into position for the count.

One…

Two…

Gabriel manages to kick out as Massacre was diving off the table to try and save his World title. Jer$ey dives forward with a shoulder block to take Massacre
off his feet, but the current Rebel World Champion uses his momentum against him with a even flow DDT onto the concrete. Massacre gets up.

MICHAEL MASSACRE: That is how a real World Champ does it!

Michael turns around… big man plancha over the top rope sends Michael’s head into the announce table. Mack helps Jer$ey up, blood is trickling from his
forehead from the wound the DDT inflicted. Raphael with a shoulderblock to Mack’s knee folds him up like an accordian onto his back. Raphael with hatred
in his eyes slams a brass knuckled fist right into Jer$ey’s mouth sending him up against the ring’s apron. Chad Kurtis has gotten back to his feet, a bit
shaky, but still up to his feet. Michael is struggling back up as well, blood trickling down his back. Chad leaps from the table to the ring apron, up
to the middle rope, then delivers a roundhouse kick to Raphael. The RNR member ducks under the blow and Massacre delivers a facebomb to Chad Kurtis that
has the World Champ hopeful, out for the count.

COREY TAYLOR: The Innovater of Offense, just got planted.

ROB MARTINEZ: Great counter from Michael there, no denying that fact.

Michael gets up, shaking his head as he tries to clear the cob webs from his cranium. Gabriel gets up to his feet in the ring, blood pouring down his face
in a river of gore. Michael with a punt kick to Jer$ey’s skull that rolls him off of Raphael and onto his back. Michael rolls Jer$ey into the ring where
he is planned to be demolished beyond recognition. Michael whips him into the ropes, Gabriel with a lift and a Gorilla Press Slam onto his bent knee. As
he lays across Gabriel’s knee, Raphael hits the ropes, dropkick to the side of Jer$ey’s face. Michael climbs to the top turnbuckle, diving off with a Macho
Man style elbow onto Jer$ey’s face that hits him right in the mouth and causes blood to pour out of his mouth.

ROB MARTINEZ: It doesn’t look good for Yung Mula’s Jer$ey right now.

COREY TAYLOR: It didn’t look good for them before the match started.

Chad pulls himself up to his feet, scratches all over his face and chest from the concrete, he has a dazed look on his face. Mack is getting back up as
well, both hurry into the ring. Gabriel rushes over to take out Chad, but The Show delivers a thigh kick before swinging to kick him in the back of his
knee. Mack delivers a clothesline that takes him down onto his back. Raphael rushes over, Chad ducks under the clothesline attempt. Mack catches him in
a belly to belly, throwing him over the top rope and to the outside, Mack drops down to one knee, shaking his head. Michael looks around, worry beginning
to work its way across his face as Mack and Chad stare at him. Chad advances towards Massacre when the Rebel Champ is up against the ropes and the lights
go black.

COREY TAYLOR: What the hell?

ROB MARTINEZ: “I’m not sure, but I think the lights just went out.

COREY TAYLOR: Tell me that is not the Michael Myer Halloween theme playing.

ROB MARTINEZ: Now that you mention it, it is.

COREY TAYLOR: I just wet my pants, I am terrified of horror movies, but especially the Michael Myers ones.

ROB MARTINEZ: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

COREY TAYLOR: “It ain’t funny! (squeaky voice)Someone just brushed my armmmmmmmmm?!

He whimpers a bit as Dr. Lumas’ voice comes from the speakers, the music dying down a bit.

DR. LUMAS: “It is time Michael.”

The music reaches an extremely loud volume as the lights come back on and Michael is standing now in center ring, definitely away from the ropes. The Michael
Myers mask hangs on the turnbuckle by where Michael Massacre was standing and there is one in front of Corey Taylor as well.

COREY TAYLOR: Jesus! I don’t get paid enough for this!

Massacre is visibly shaken as he stares at the mask, Chad Kurtis turns him around. Michael tries to fight back, but one can tell he is visibly shaken still.
Mack and Jer$ey get Gabriel out of the ring and quickly follow him out to prevent him or Raphael from getting back in. The crowd boos as Uriel rushes from
the back, his big form lumbering down the aisle. Mack nods as he takes a run to meet him head on. Chad with a boot before locking Massacre up…

ROB MARTINEZ: CK Finale!

COREY TAYLOR: Hold me?

ROB MARTINEZ: Not a chance.

Chad makes the cover as Alan Stone slides into position.

One…

Two…

Three.

DING! DING! DING!

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match, Jer$ey, Mack, and the NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEW Rebel Pro World Heavyweight Champion…. “The Show” Chad Kurtis!

RNR pull Michael out of the ring, where they promptly begin to beat the hell out of him. Yung Mula look on, letting Massacre get what he deserves, from
the back walks Vincent Black to watch the proceedings as there is definitely no love lost among these two men. The crowd boos his presence, but he calmly
watches Massacre’s own students begin to beat him down. The lights go out again, the Halloween theme begins to play again.

COREY TAYLOR: Not again….

The lights come back on, Michael is gone, Massacre is gone and everyone is shocked. Well everyone except Uriel, Gabriel, and Raphael who are unconscious
and tied in the aisle. People look around, but are clueless as to what ahppened. Chad stands in the center of the ring as Black shrugs his shoulders to
walk to the back. Chad looks to Yung Mula and smiles as a man he recognizes hops the barricade, a bottle of liquor in his right hand.

ROB MARTINEZ: It’s Mac!

COREY TAYLOR: I’m… waiting for everyone to leave before I get up.

Mac slides into the ring, a smile on his face as he tosses a shot glass to Jer$ey, Mack, and “The Show”. They each smile as they hold out their shot glasses
for Mac to fill. Mac goes to pour a shot for Mack, for Jer$ey, before slamming the bottle right between “The Show’s” eyes sending him down to the canvas
in a bloody mess. Mac quickly turns to find Jer$ey and Mack already out on the canvas, a sleeping drug being put into their liquor shots. MacCulloch laughs
as he orders a microphone from Jenny Jersey.

MAC: Show, I saw you up in the NAPW. My brother apologized for his actions and still you snubbed him. It’s time for your wake up call!

Mac picks show up and nails him with the Celtic Burial. The fans start throwing stuff into the ring as the UBER Babyface goes HEEL!

MAC: Michael had to be eliminated, because he just can’t get the job done. It’s time for the real leader to take over this company. Welcome to my HARDCORE
HELL Chad. You will find out what it is like to disrespect a Celtic Legend.

The show fades to black as Mac is being bombarded with trash of all kind, a smirk plastered on his face.

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CREDITS

Yung Mula vs The New FTC-Bean
Chris Casino vs Marcus Marion-Not Bean, but Brody
Duncan Aries/Vincent Black vs The Freak Show-Bean Again
JT Whiplash vs Krusty Kid Paul-Bean once again
Thomas Young vs The Phoenix-Guess who wrote this one… Bean
Yung Mula opening segment-Greg
Zeke segment-Zeke

EXTREME MEASURES 01/19/2010

Extreme Measures
1-19-2010
Underground Arena-Raleigh, NC
Inside the arena, people are filing into the main part, ready for some Rebel Pro action to fix their need. Hundreds of people pack the atrium as some fans
take their sweet time to go through the doors into the main portion of the arena. A few fans wear Freak Show apparel, dozens upon dozens wear Chad Kurtis
t-shirts, some Rex Caliber t-shirts, and the best of Rebel 2008 DVDs are selling faster than ever as they want to get the few remaining copies of the DVD.
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Jenny Jersey: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall.

“Driver’s High” by L’arc En Ciel blast over the P.A to a loud chorus of boos as “The American Samurai” Dez Carter makes his way to the ring.

Rob Martinez: The fans sure don’t like Dez Carter.

Corey Taylor: And for once, I agree. I hope Black cripples this guy.

Jenny Jersey: Introducing first, from Pittsburgh Pennsylvania, weighing in at two-hundred thirty five pounds… “The American Samurai” Dez Carter!

Carter’s music is cut off and replaced by The Acacia Strain’s “Carbomb” as the nearly seven foot Vincent Black walks out from the back. And the crowd…
continues to boo, loudly.

Corey Taylor: And here is your winner.

Rob Martinez: Oh please, the match hasn’t even started yet but after Carter’s last outing, I don’t like his chances.

Jenny Jersey: And his opponent, from Glenn Falls, New York, weighing in at three-hundred forty one pounds, he is one half of the World Tag Team Champions…
Vincent Black!

Black steps over the top rope and into the ring as he eyes Carter like a starving wolf. Alan Stone calls for the bell and Carter runs in at Black. BIG
BOOT to the skull of Dez and he might be unconscious early in this match up. Black goes to the outside and throws a chair into the ring. Another chair,
a table, the ring bell, and a roll of barb wire.

Rob Martinez: Oh this is unnecessary, you already have him beat.

Corey Taylor: Some needs to show what happens when you don’t care enough to record a promo.

Dez is starting to stir, THWACK, head shot with a steel chair sends him right back to dream street. Black sets up the table against the turnbuckle… HIGH
ANGLE BELLY TO BELLY THROUGH THE TABLE! Dez is broken in half! Black picks the limp form of what used to be a professional wrestler… SPINE BUSTER onto
a steel chair. Vincent gets back to his feet and smiles at the crowd who has become strangely silent as they watch the complete destruction of Dez Carter
inside the ring. Black goes back to the outside and grabs a beer from someone in the audience and relaxes a minute with a cold one. After downing the beer,
Black steps back into the ring and grabs one of the chairs and folds it over Dez Carter’s ankle.

Rob Martinez: Come on, someone put a stop to this.

STOMP… SNAP goes the ankle as Vincent put all three-hundred plus pounds on the chair. Alan Stone is pleading with Black to just end it already, Black however
just shrugs off the official and goes to pick up the helpless Dez and tosses him over the top rope. Black now to the outside; he hoists Carter up in a
gorilla press… and he bounces Carter’s head off the steel steps, busting him wide open. Vincent picks him up again, this time throwing him over the guard
rail into to the horrified crowd.

Corey Taylor: And let this be a lesson to everyone that thinks they don’t need to record promos for their matches.

Rob Martinez: This is more than just a lesson, this is just plain wrong. Come on, stop the damn match.

Vincent grabs a crutch from one hapless fan and brings it down hard across the injured leg of Dez. The pain seems to wake carter up momentarily as he screams
in agony before passing out once again. Black pulls Dez to his feet and delivers a sidewalk slam onto a steel chair that the occupant just barely managed
to vacate in time. Dez Carter is hurt. Bad. Paramedics are now coming out from the locker room area but are unable to do anything until this match ends.
Rob Martinez: Well I’m not a fan of how Dez Carter reneged on his obligation to shoot a promotional video but this has to stop. No man deserves to go through
this.

Corey Taylor: Hey, if you don’t respect REBEL Pro enough to shoot a two minute promo, this is what you get.

Black slings Carter over his shoulder, heads back to the ring and gorilla presses him over the top rope onto the mat. Vincent steps back into the ring
and grabs Dez. A NEW HOPE! A pin… NO! Black stands up and heads back out of the ring. He begins digging under the ring and pulls out A table with light-tubes
wrapped in barbed wire!

Corey TAYLOR: That’s the same way J-Kurt went down at Unpleasantness just two weeks ago.

Rob Martinez: NO, NO, NO! The man has suffered enough God damn it!

Black slides the table into the ring and heads in after it. He sets it up the middle of the ring and grabs Carter… A New Hope through the table… and the
pin.

One…

Two…

Three…

DING, DING, DING.

Rob Martinez: Thank God it’s over.

The medics run in to check on the near lifeless body of Dez Carter… WHAM! What the hell, Shut Down hits Black from behind with a baseball bat. The Freak
comes off the top rope with Sight Unseen. Duncan Aries is running from the back with a chair in hand but The Freak Show run back through the crowd before
“The Spade” can get there. Vincent gets up, irate and looking for some retribution. Black looks down, shoving the paramedics out of the way as he makes
his way to Dez Carter.

ROB MARTINEZ: Enough is enough, Dez Carter can’t even defend himself — oh for the love of God, not another New Hope! WAIT! ASUKA IS IN THE RING! ASUKA
KATSURAGI JUMPING ON VINCENT’S BACK!

COREY TAYLOR: Oh now that’s a bad idea!

Asuka has her arms around Vince’s neck, trying to get him to release Carter… but Vincent Black, with a feisty femme trying to take him down… LIFTS
CARTER FOR THE NEW HOPE ANYWAYS! Carter is OUT, blood coming from his mouth, he must have serious internal injuries thanks to the pounding Black has given
him —

And now Vincent Black has Asuka Katsuragi by the hair!

ROB MARTINEZ: NO! COME ON! SHE’S A WOMAN! SHE’S NOT EVEN HALF YOUR SIZE, YOU SON OF A BITCH!

COREY TAYLOR: SHE GOT HERSELF INVOLVED!

The crowd is screaming in anger as Black smirks sadistically with Asuka’s head between his legs. He holds his hands out to the side… and gives the thumbs
down.

ROB MARTINEZ: NO —

Vincent walks off, leaving Dez and Asuka motionless inside the ring, the fans hating him even more than ever before; trash hits both him and Duncan as
they make their way backstage.

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JENNY JERSEY: The following match is a tag team contest scheduled for one fall with a 20 minute time limit. Introducing first at a combined weight of 445
pounds from the bluegrass state they are the team of ‘The Show’ Chad Kurtis and ‘The Bluegrass Heart Throb’ Jonathen Kurtis… ‘Bluegrass Extreme’!

The fans are loud and proud as ‘My Old Kentucky Home-Extreme Remix’ by the Nappy Roots blast through the sound system. But seem to be shocked as ‘The Show’
is making his way down the entrance ramp solo exchanging high fives as usual before baseball sliding into the ring. He stares toward the locker room as
if looking for Jonathen before shrugging his shoulders and going to the corner and sitting down.

JENNY JERSEY: And their opponents weighing in at 505 pounds the team of Mack and Jer$ey together they are ‘Yung Mula’.

The crowd continues to be loud and proud as the newly resigned team of ‘Young Mula’ makes their way to the ring to the sound of ‘Young Money’ by Bedrock.
As both men get in the ring they look over and see just ‘The Show’ Chad Kurtis as they hold up their arms seemly to say what’s up, ‘The Show’ just shrugs
his shoulders.

ROB MARTINEZ: It seems that if Rebel allows this contest to go on that ‘The Show’ is going to be solo.

COREY TAYLOR: Serves him right. After all we know that ‘The Show’ thinks too highly of himself.

ROB MARTINEZ: Says who, you?

COREY TAYLOR: And that makes it gospel.

JENNY JERSEY: Alan Stone has announced that this match will go on as a handicap match because as Chad Kurtis put it the show must go on.

With that announcement Stone calls for the bell and Mack climbs out of the ring as Jer$ey will start for the team of Young Mula. ‘The Show’ and Jer$ey
are in the middle of the ring apparently trying to feel each other out. there is history between these two and this could get ugly fast as both men now
turn to having a shoving contest with neither one really getting an advantage. ‘The Show’ slingshots Jer$ey off the ropes and misses with a dropkick. Jer$ey
tries to get to ‘The Icon’ before he gets back to his feet but it is too late as ‘The True PTPer’ nips back to his feet quickly. The pace to this match
is much, much slower then we are used to in a match that involves Chad Kurtis. Both men are now again in the center of the ring apparently exchanging some
words as Stone steps in and tells them that this is a wrestling match and not a talk show. The two men stare at each other before ‘The Show’ takes off
towards the ropes to deliver a springboard clothesline but Jer$ey catches him with a clothesline of his own and both men are down.

COREY TAYLOR: That’s it I am going to go get a hot dog or something before I fall asleep.

ROB MARTINEZ: It is for the best. It is the fans that are starting to get a little restless and are beginning to agree, the tempo of this match leaves
a little to be desired.

COREY TAYLOR: I say that Jer$ey just needs to tag the big man in and Mack just needs to break a few chairs across the head of the so called ‘Innovator
of Offence’ and we can move on to the next match.

Stone is checking on both men as Jer$ey gets to his feet first but ‘The Show’ nips up not long after then both men get smiles across their faces as Mack
joins them in the center of the ring. ‘The Show’ then takes his signature poses as the confused fans just simply look on. Chad then finally pulls off his
hoodie revealing a ‘Yung Mula’ shirt. The crowd reaction begins as a big shock then turns to a huge pop as they now understand everything that has taken
place in the match.

COREY TAYLOR: Oh great now we have another member of ‘Yung Mula’. That is just what we needed.

Jer$ey calls for the mic and Jenny tosses it to him.

JER$EY: I am proud to introduce the newest member of ‘Yung Mula’. A man that needs no introduction. The first man to win the Rebel triple crown. The man
that turned Rebel into must see tv. ‘The Show’ Chad Kurtis.

Jer$ey then tosses the mic to ‘The Show’.

CHAD: I am honored to be part of ‘Yung Mula’ or ‘The Nation of Humiliation’ if you will. Because that is what we are going to do to one certain little
click that seems to think are something special.

MACK: Let me guess the newest version of the FTC with Massacre and RnR.

CHAD: Very good!

JER$EY: That is right Massacre you say you want a war, will get ready you got a war. You see the thing is me, big Mack, and ‘The Show’ here are ready,
willing, and able to do whatever it takes to make it where we never have to hear you run your mouth again.

CHAD: You know what that gives me a little idea.

JER$EY: And what is that?

CHAD: How about a challenge. That is right ‘Yung Mula’ challenges FTC to a six man tag match at the new show.

MACK: Now that is a great idea.

CHAD: Question is will Massacre step up to the plate or crumble under the pressure.

JER$EY: Massacre, we will be waiting for your answer.

With that being said the three men of ‘Yung Mula’ exit the ring to the cheers of the sold out crowd.

“Heavy Metal Machine” hits the speakers and the crowd begins to boo heavily as Michael Massacre walks out from the back, a microphone in his hand.

MICHAEL MASSACRE: You know Chad, I’ve beaten you so many times that I’ve lost count.

Michael shrugs.

MICHAEL MASSACRE: But yet, you are like a drug addict needing to get a fix.

The crowd boos as Young Mula stand at the ring steps, looking ticked.

MICHAEL MASSACRE: You need to get the fix of my foot in your ass?

Michael shrugs.

MICHAEL MASSACRE: Far be it for me to deny you that fix, because like the addict that you are Chad, I also am so addicted to beating you every chance I
get.

The crowd is still booing heavily, hating Michael even more.

MICHAEL MASSACRE: So, you are on Chad, Mack, and… what is your name again? Oh yeah… Jerry. See you three at Wint…

“I’m A Rebel” hits the speakers as from the back comes Larry Gordon to a big pop, mainly because it cuts off Michael.

LARRY GORDON: Michael, Michael, Michael… Well it seems like you all want to have a six man tag match at Winter Blast 2010…

MICHAEL MASSACRE: No shit you fat retard.

Larry just laughs at Michael’s obvious cutdown.

LARRY GORDON: Michael, you so quickly forget that I run this place and just for that little comment…

Larry laughs again.

LARRY GORDON: Not only are you in a six man tag at Winter Blast 2010, you will be putting that precious World Heavyweight Championship on the line. If
Young Mula win, not only will Chad Kurtis be the new Rebel Pro World Heavyweight Champion, but Young Mula will be receiving a Rebel Pro Tag Team Title
shot at the first show in March!

Michael’s jaw drops open as the crowd roars its approval; Young Mula is clapping and laughing at Massacre as Gordon turns to walk back through the curtain.
MICHAEL MASSACRE: This isn’t over Gordon!

ROB MARTINEZ: Well how do you like that?

COREY TAYLOR: I don’t like it at all but it’s okay because the FTC will destroy them anyway.

ROB MARTINEZ: I guess we just have to wait and see.

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“Heavy Metal Machine” hits and the crowd immediately boos for the four men that walk out from the back.

JENNY JERSEY: From the Seven Valleys, they are Gabriel, Raphael, and Uriel… and they are being accompanied to the ring by the two time Rebel Pro Heavyweight
Champion, Rebel Triple Crown Winner, and the King of Old School… not to mention the best thing Rebel Pro has ever had the pleasure of witnessing… Michael
Massacre.

Michael nods at his introduction, noticing that Jenny Jersey got the memo of how to introduce a real champion. Michael stands at the ring steps as he stares
daggers at Macculloch who is here for guest commentary.

“Oddities” by ICP hit up and from the back to a still somewhat confused reaction, because they love them, just maybe not all of their ways, and carrying
RNR versions of the “Garbage Pail Kids” dolls is The Freak and Shut Down.

JENNY JERSEY: From Anywhere and Everywhere, they are former Rebel Pro Tag Team Champions… The Freak and Shut Down… THE FREAK SHOW!

“Oddities” is replaced by Flatt and Scruggs “Beverly Hillbillies” theme as the crowd pops huge for this Rebel Pro legend Cuzin’ Zeke.

JENNY JERSEY: From Turkey Cross, Kentucky… CUZIN’ ZEKE!

Zeke slaps the fans’ hands as he makes his way down to the ring, a look of concentration on his face.

ROB MARTINEZ: Zeke looking ready for a fight here tonight.

MAC: Yeah Zeke was telling me backstage that he is heading down to Haiti for a few weeks so he will miss the next Rebel Pro show.

COREY TAYLOR: We have people here in America starving, hungry, and hurting, why don’t people help out here.

ROB MARTINEZ: That is way out of line Corey and you know it. Those poor unfortunate people.

MAC: I think it is a great charity for Zeke to be involved in and I am thinking of joining him if my doctor will allow me to travel down there.

DING DING

The Freak goes for a lock up with Uriel, but instead dives out of the ring as Shut Down steps down from the apron, both are leaving Zeke to fight this
battle on his own.

MAC: Ah come on guys, this is wrong; Zeke doesn’t deserve this.

COREY TAYLOR: Oh and what are you going to do about it Captain Limp-a-lot?

ROB MARTINE: Please forgive my broadcast partner, he has no conscience.

COREY TAYLOR: Sure don’t, I wear protection against such diseases.

Zeke steps through the ropes as Michael orders Raphael and Gabriel off the apron. Uriel with a swinging right but Zeke easily avoids the blow locking on
an arm bar taking him down to the ground. Zeke up quickly with a knee drop onto the elbow before hopping back up and hitting the ropes. Raphael with a
swift kick to the back of Zeke’s head sends him forward into a spinebuster from Uriel.

One…

Zeke kicks out easily as Uriel is getting a bit frustrated by the hick. Uriel lifts him up, right hand, a second, and a huge third has Zeke backed into
the corner where Uriel climbs to pound away on Zeke’s thick skull.

MAC: Come on Zeke, you can do it.

ROB MARTINEZ: What was a six man tag is now a singles match here folks.

COREY TAYLOR: It doesn’t matter if Zeke had twenty men on his side, the would be no match for Michael and his crew.

MAC: Do you have some sort of infatuation with Michael?

Zeke shoves Uriel off of him before climbing up to the middle rope for a double axehandle blow to the kneeling Uriel. Zeke hits the ropes, going for a
big boot, but Gabriel hits him in the back of the skull with a steel chair sending him stumbling forward. Hip toss from Uriel takes Zeke to the canvas
unconscious. Uriel makes a cover, looking a bit confused as to what happened. Raphael and Gabriel hold Zeke’s ankles.

One…

Two…

Zeke rolls a shoulder up keeping the match going, this singles match that is basically a three on one handicap match. Uriel brings Zeke up, right hand,
huge forearm shot before he… bites Zeke’s nose?

MAC: He is biting Zeke’s nose!

Zeke with a right hand backs off the bigger Uriel, a right hand keeps him at bay. Uriel charges with a running forearm, Zeke lowers his head with a headbutt
to the stomach of Uriel. Zeke grunts, lifting Uriel up, slamming him down with a small spinebuster, but Zeke holds at his back.

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh my… Raphael just threw a dart into Zeke’s back, how… cheap.

COREY TAYLOR: Brilliant!

Zeke removes the dart, tossing it over his shoulder before pulling Uriel over away from the side. Zeke hits the ropes, leg drop across Uriel’s throat before
he hooks the leg for the cover.

One…

Gabriel pulls the referee out of the ring. Jimmy Johnson gets up into his face, but there is nothing that he can do about it, Gabriel and Michael just
laugh at his words as Raphael pulls Zeke up in the center of the ring. Raphael with a quick thigh kick, spinning around with a kick to the back of Zeke’s
legs taking him down to one knee. Raphael hits the ropes, Shining… brass knuckles? Raphael hits the canvas hard as The Freak slides in from the outside
to stomp away on Raphael’s unconscious body. Zeke shakes his head as he stands up, here comes Gabriel into the ring. Shut Down with a baseball bat to his
lower back stops him short. Zeke delivers a clothesline that sends Gabriel into the waiting arms of Shut Down who delivers a full nelson slam onto Gabriel,
who’s face slams squarely onto the barricade that protects the fans. Zeke looks out at Shut Down as Michael shoves past Jimmy Johnson.

ROB MARTINEZ: Massacre seems to be getting out of harm’s way.

MAC: Not if I can help it.

COREY TAYLOR: Go on, limp along after him.

Mac heads after Michael and seems to be getting along on his ankle fairly reasonablly until Michael turns around to nail him with a set of spiked brass
knuckles. Mac goes limp, while he still stands, Massacre kicks him in the crotch and nails the Celtic Burial on Macculloch before wiping his hands and
leaving the scene.

ROB MARTINEZ: The carnage!

COREY TAYLOR: What blood! Shut Down steps over the rope, nailing Uriel with a big boot as Freak and Zeke toss Raphael out of the ring. Freak dives off
the top rope with a shooting star press, but he hops back up immediately looking a bit crazed. Shut Down points to Zeke who climbs to the top turnbuckle,
diving off with his finisher, The Mudpuddle, Zeke makes the cover.

ROB MARTINEZ: These three former enemies are working great together.

One…

Two…

Three.

DING! DING! DING!

JENNY JERSEY: Winners of the match… Freak Show and Cuzin’ Zeke!

Zeke holds his hand high in the air as Freak looks at him, that crazed look returning. Shut Down nails Zeke in the back of the head with a big boot as
Freak leaps to the top rope, coming down with a second shooting star press of the night. Freak mouths” Nothing personal, but now you’ve paid for your mistake.”
Freak and Shut Down roll out of the ring, the crowd a bit confused but Freak Show extracting payment for Zeke’s mistake in their own way.

ROB MARTINEZ: A bit confusing, but then again they are their own band of misfits.

COREY TAYLOR: Did Mac head after Massacre? He moves so slow I fell asleep.

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“I’m A Rebel” hits up the speakers as the crowd pops for the Rebel Pro owner, Larry Gordon to come out from the back carrying a cardboard box stuffed full
of trophies for this awards ceremony.

ROB MARTINEZ: Here we come to the portion of the show that fans want, but don’t want to be long.

COREY TAYLOR: Isn’t that the truth, we want it short, sweet, short, and to the point.

ROB MARTINEZ: Indeed we do.

Larry steps up the steps and through the ropes as he brings the microphone up to his mouth, the smile already evident below his mustache.

LARRY GORDON: Well, lets get right into the ceremony, shall we?

The crowd pops big time, no preamble, just the ceremony.

LARRY GORDON: Well, it has been a year for Rebel Pro and 2010 will be no different. So, the first award that we have to give out is Rebel Pro’s Show of
the Year.

Jenny steps up beside him, holding the award close as not to reveal the winner.

LARRY GORDON: In third place is Aerial Assault 2009 with twenty-seven percent!

The crowd cheers for their favorite match from the 2009 version of Aerial Assault.

LARRY GORDON: Coming in second place with thirty-three percent… Rebel Pro’s Birthday Bash 2009!

The crowd again cheers for their favorite match from this particular show.

LARRY GORDON: And the winner, with forty percent, Merrytime Massacre 2009!

Jenny Jersey holds up the award for the fans to see as they clap enthusiastically for the best Rebel Pro show of 2009.

LARRY GORDON: Alrighty, can we have Chad Kurtis, The Freak Show, Duncan Aries, Incredible Mack, and Michael Massacre come down. In this award Chad Kurtis
will be representing the Rebel Icons versus The Freak Show, as well as Matthew Kurtis versus Duncan Aries. The other match is Incredible Mack taking on
Michael Massacre.

All of the people nominated come down, but manage to stay far away from the other nominees. Duncan Aires gives an eye to Freak Show who mockingly toss
Aries dolls with nooses around their neck at him. Michael is the last person to come down, waiting until Chad Kurtis steps through the ropes to come out.
Michael finally decides to step into the ring and right up into Chad’s face.

LARRY GORDON: Gentlemen! This is an awards ceremony, any fighting or smack talk can be saved for after the fact, any fighting out here will result in imediate
suspension!

They all calm down, choosing to face Larry Gordon and Jenny Jersey who has the award held close.

LARRY GORDON: In third place with twenty-seven percent… The Rebel Icons versus The Freak Show for their match on June 2, 2009!

The crowd claps as Jenny hands both Chad an award as well as The Freak and Shut Down, The Freak Show collect their award before leaving the ring to a mixed
reaction from the crowd.

LARRY GORDON: With thirty-three percent… Incredible Mack versus Michael Massacre from August 11, 2009!

Michael is pissed that he didn’t win the first place for this award and snatches the award from the outstretched hands of Jenny Jersey as Mack graciously
accepts the award from her lovely hands. Both men leave the ring, Mack to cheers and Michael to enormous boos.

LARRY GORDON: Which means that Matthew Kurtis versus Duncan Aries from October 6, 2009 is the winner with forty percent!

Chad accepts the award for his brother as Duncan takes his award… for himself. Both men leave the ring to huge cheers, both also play to the crowd as
they head to the back.

LARRY GORDON: The next awards’ nominees are, can we have a representative for each team or the entire team come down when called, The Freak Show. Great
Alaskan Ninja! And last, but certainly not least… Time Warp Duo!

Freak Show, Chad Kurtis, and Vincent Black come down to accept the awards for their respective team, Vincent Black for Great Alaskan Ninja since they are
no longer employed by Rebel Pro. Each man steps into the ring, Chad Kurtis flipping over the top rope to show his athleticism for the crowd, he is dressed
now in an old style D-generation X jersey.

LARRY GORDON: Coming in third place, with seven percent… Time Warp Duo!

The crowd loves Time Warp Duo, and for them to make it this far especially considering they were at the beginning of 2009 is a great accomplishment. Chad
accepts the award and waves to the crowd before stepping through the ropes.

LARRY GORDON: With forty percent, former Rebel Pro Tag Team Champions… The Freak Show!

Freak and Shut Down step forward to accept their award before stepping out of the ring to a mixed reaction from the crowd, smirks on their face. Vincent
watches them go, distaste on his face as their backs retreat through the curtain.

VINCENT BLACK: Give me the award since The Great Alaskan Ninjas can’t be bothered to continue here in Rebel Pro.

The crowd boos because they know who has won the Tag Team of the Year for 2009. Larry shrugs as Jenny hands Vincent the award, Vincent snatches the mic.
VINCENT BLACK: The only reason those two jokes made it to win is because Bubba J and myself carried them through. We beat them in the Best of the Best,
we helped them gain the belts, and we protected their sorry carcasses. Bubba J had no choice to leave, thanks to this fat tub of lard that owns this fed,
but those two… greats?(he chuckles), chose to leave and who is the only remaining member of the Extreme Elite?

Boooooooo!

VINCENT: Exactly.

“Oddities” by ICP hits up as The Freak and Shut Down walk back from the area and hit the ring. Freak grabs the microphone.

FREAK: Woe Woe Woe and even hold on for a minute here.

Shut Down laughs as the crowd is a bit confused as to why Freak Show are down here.

FREAK: You’re taking the award? You didn’t do anything to earn that… but remind us who was second, only a few percentages behind you in the final outcome?
It is Shut Down and you will do well to remember it, little man.

As tempers look ready to flare, Larry Gordon climbs back into the ring, a smile on his face.

LARRY GORDON: I can solve this problem…

The Freak Show and the tag champs listen with contempt…

LARRY GORDON: Freak Show, since you were the second highest vote getter for 2009 Tag Team of the Year, you will receive your shot at Winter Blast 2010
and we will begin to see who the best tag team of 2010 is!

The crowd pops huge for that, imagining the hardcoreness of the match. Freak Show leave, then Black & Aries.

LARRY GORDON: Well, well, guess that was entertaining enough…

Laughter from the crowd, along with huge amounts of cheering.

LARRY GORDON: Will Incredible Mack, Michael Massacre, and “The Show” Chad Kurtis come down?

Chad and Mack come out together, but Massacre waits until they are in the ring before making his entrance to the squared circle.

LARRY GORDON: Thanks Michael for your entrance, we all love to see you come down the ring by yourself, too bad you usually have your goons with you.

Michael sneers at Larry’s comment before Jenny picks up an award from the box.

LARRY GORDON: In third place with seven percent, former Rebel Pro World Heavyweight Champion and member of Young Mula… Incredible Mack!

Mack steps forward, accepting his award but he remains beside Chad in case Michael tries anything. Larry Gordon takes the second place award from Jenny
and hands it out between Chad and Michael.

LARRY GORDON: In second place with twenty-six percent… The Show… Chad Kurtis!

Chad steps forward, accepting his award as Michael begins to dance around the ring shouting that “I’ve Won! I’m The Best!” over and over again.

LARRY GORDON: And with the highest percentage of all voting, a whopping sixty-seven percent… Michael Massacre!

Massacre is still running around shouting his victory as he snatches the award out of Larry Gordon’s hands, he kisses it then nails Chad Kurtis with the
award. Mack jumps in, but Michael levels him with the award as well.

LARRY GORDON: Michael, you are sus…

Michael snatches the mic out of his hands.

MICHAEL MASSACRE: Not so fast Fatso… the ceremony is over, so therefore…

Michael levels Larry Gordon with the award as well, busting him open and sending blood onto the surface of Michael’s award. Michael looks down at Larry
before taking the blood from his forehead and writing “WOTY” on Larry’s cheek for good measure.

MICHAEL MASSACRE: I am the best, you all voted for it, so if you don’t like it… I’ve got three words… Kiss My Ass!

Michael leaves the ring as Mack and Chad help the bloody form of Larry Gordon up between them, all three look at Michael’s back as he steps through the
curtain.

ROB MARTINEZ: What will this mean for Michael Massacre?

COREY TAYLOR: Only that he is the best! Michael is on top of his game and no one can stop him, absolutely no one.

Larry Gordon smiles through the mask of red that is dripping down his face, he is actually smiling.

COREY TAYLOR: I don’t like that look Rob, like he wants to eat Michael or something.

ROB MARTINEZ: Can you stop with the fat jokes Corey? I mean come on.

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ROB MARTINEZ: Our next match features a journey-man wrestler who has quickly struck a chord with the REBEL Pro faithful in J.T. Whiplash against the troubled
and moody Aeolus Wrath, who had some very unkind words for Mr. Whiplash last week.

COREY TAYLOR: This Whiplash guy is a walking tragedy waiting to happen. Hopefully Aeolus does us all a favor and gets rid of this in-ring liability tonight!
ROB MARTINEZ: Well, that remains to be seen, but for now, let’s just go to the ring with Jenny Jersey.

“Simple Man” by Lynyrd Skynyrd begins to play over the P.A. system as J.T. Whiplash walks out with Meghan Magnolia by his side, with J.T. waving a Rebel
flag and Meghan cheering him as the fans give J.T. a decent reaction.

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is set for one fall… introducing first… from Paint Rock, Tennessee… weighing in at two hundred
forty-five pounds… accompanied to the ring by Meghan Magnolia… J.T. WHIPLASH!

J.T. walks to ringside with the Rebel flag over his shoulder, shaking hands with the fans on his way to the ring. He then places the flag inside the ring-post
after going up the steps and he paces back and forth awaiting his opponent as “Code Of Energy” by Papa Roach begins to play over the P.A. system.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent… from Somerset, Bermuda… weighing in at two hundred and six pounds… AEOLUS WRATH!

Aeolus Wrath then walks out to a vocal chorus of boos from the crowd as J.T. Whiplash decides not to wait and Whiplash starts firing haymakers at Wrath
on the entrance-way.

ROB MARTINEZ: J.T. Whiplash sure came ready to fight tonight! He’s not backing down one iota from Aeolus Wrath at the moment!

COREY TAYLOR: Oh, that hick’s just pissed that he didn’t get his welfare check!

ROB MARTINEZ: Will you stop already?

Aeolus fires some stiff buzz-saw kicks to the ribs of J.T. to try and hold him at bay, but the veteran uses his boxing jabs followed by a vicious right
hook, sending Aeolus over the railing. J.T. then grabs a fan at ringside’s beer and spits it in Aeolus’ face before DDTing him on the hard concrete.

ROB MARTINEZ: Good God! He just splattered Aeolus Wrath’s skull on the concrete!

COREY TAYLOR: He can’t do that! That’s assault with intent to kill!

J.T. celebrates for a moment with fans at ringside, tagging hands with a few of them. But just as Whiplash diverts his attention back to Wrath, he gets
caught in a drop toe-hold on the steel chair, knocking the 46-year old loopy while Aeolus picks himself back up.

ROB MARTINEZ: As much as I hate to say this, maybe J.T. shouldn’t have celebrated so soon on that DDT because now he’s paying the price.

COREY TAYLOR: Kids, J.T. Whiplash is living proof what one too many all-night binges can do to you in later years!

Aeolus then waits for J.T. to get up on his hands and knees before delivering a stiff buzzsaw kick right to his ribs, knocking the wind out of him. Aeolus
then grabs him by the hair and kicks him repeatedly in the head as he shouts at the fans “WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR HERO NOW?!?” as the fans voice their
displeasure.

ROB MARTINEZ: Aeolus Wrath is simply out for blood tonight, and it looks like the unlucky victim is going to be J.T. Whiplash!

COREY TAYLOR: Whiplash’s tragic tale is about to end right here and now…

Wrath then picks up J.T. and tosses him back over the barricade. He then jumps on top of the barricade, getting his balance before going for a leg-drop
that misses it’s mark as Whiplash rolls out of the way. J.T. then picks up Wrath and does an old-school swinging neckbreaker to the arena floor. Not satisfied,
J.T. drags Aeolus up against the ring apron and converts with some stiff chops to the chest while the fans cry out the obligatory “WOOOOOO!” during the
chops.

ROB MARTINEZ: Good to see the REBEL Pro faithful so into this match, isn’t it, Corey?

COREY TAYLOR: I can’t believe they’re cheering for THAT LOSER, though! I guess he represents what all these inbred hill-billies are like.

J.T. goes for one more chop, but Aeolus blocks it and catches him with a Leg Sweep. He then takes the A/V cables around ringside and starts to strangle
the life out of J.T. with them, screaming “YOU’VE BREATHED YOUR LAST BREATH, YOU OLD FOSSIL!!!” before rolling him back in the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: The REBEL Pro newcomer looks to be in a bad, bad way right now…

COREY TAYLOR: Finally, Aeolus is going to put this miserable geezer out of his misery!

Aeolus picks up J.T., wrenching his arm before hitting a vicious side kick to the jaw as he goes for a quick cover.

ROB MARTINEZ: That could be all she wrote, folks! One… Two… NO! Whiplash stays alive in this one!

COREY TAYLOR: I’m telling you, that old man is on borrowed time!

Aeolus then tries to go for a roundhouse kick to the back of the head, but J.T. ducks it and fires more boxing style punches into the abdomen of Aeolus
Wrath before running against the ropes and hitting a STIFF lariat, turning Wrath inside out as he goes for a cover of his own.

ROB MARTINEZ: We may have an upset in the making, folks! One… Two… Th- NO! Not quite!

COREY TAYLOR: That was too close for comfort there!

J.T. then gets to his feet and starts to stomp on the ankle, then the mid-section, then the shoulder, then the head, and goes all the way around for his
version of the Garvin stomp as he then grabs the leg of Aeolus Wrath, going for a Figure-4 Leglock as he spins around and applies the move with Aeolus
thrashing about in a great deal of pain.

ROB MARTINEZ: It looks like the old lion has the young lion firmly in his grasp right now!

COREY TAYLOR: Come on, Aeolus! Fight out of it, man! Fight out of it!

Aeolus lies on his back for a few moments to try and catch his breath as the referee counts.

ROB MARTINEZ: This may be it! One… Two… NOT YET!

Wrath sits back up in a great deal of pain as he tries to turn the hold desperately, trying to shift his weight around before turning themove over as now
J.T. is the one in pain.

COREY TAYLOR: Atta boy, Aeolus! Make him suffer, man! Make that old drunk suffer!

We see the pain etched on J.T.’s face as he fights and claws his way to the ropes. Finally, with one last lunge, he makes it to the ropes, breaking the
hold with the leverage. This doesn’t stop Aeolus from immediately targeting the legs of J.T., kicking him right in the legs as Whiplash gets up on his
knees and is met with a Buzzsaw Kick to the temple as Wrath goes for the quick cover.

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh man, J.T.’s head almost went into the nose-bleed section!

COREY TAYLOR: That’s gotta be it! One… Two… Thr- NO! HOW THE HELL IS THAT FOSSIL KICKING OUT?

ROB MARTINEZ: Fighting spirit, Corey. J.T. Whiplash is showing a lot of spirit here tonight as he refuses to stay down.

Aeolus then goes for a snap suplex, but J.T. blocks it and counters with a Sit-Out Gourdbuster as he falls flat on his back exhausted for a moment as the
referee checks on their condition.

COREY TAYLOR: I think the old man just used every last ounce of energy he had!

J.T. starts to stir first as Aeolus is slowly peeling himself off the canvas as well. J.T. pulls himself up first, but is quickly met out of nowhere by
a Shining Wizard to his face, knocking him out cold as Aeolus then goes to pick him up for the Son of Silence. As Aeolus, starts to make the forward roll,
he’s stopped in mid-move by J.T. who delivers a ferocious looking Spinebuster Slam to Wrath.

ROB MARTINEZ: That’s the Whip-Cracker! And he caught Aeolus Wrath out of nowhere with that!

COREY TAYLOR: This can’t be happening…

J.T. then makes a horns sign to the crowd as he picks up Aeolus Wrath for a piledriver, letting the blood rush to his head before he drops him with the
piledriver right on his head. J.T. then shouts “YEE-HAW!!!” as he motions to the top rope. With his legs having taken a beating in the match though, it
takes him some time to make it to the top rope.

ROB MARTINEZ: We may be seeing a HUGE upset here, ladies and gentlemen…

COREY TAYLOR: I think I’m gonna be sick…

But just before J.T. can make the splash, Aeolus kips up and hits him with a Step-Up Enzuigiri to the back of the head as Meghan Magnolia looks concerned
by the fact that her man is sitting out cold on the turn-buckle. As Aeolus catches his breath for a moment, he springs off the top rope, going for the
Aeoshocker, but J.T. blocks it and sends Aeolus back-first on the canvas. Not hesitating, J.T. then musters up the best Top Rope Splash he can as he holds
his ribs before making the pin.

ROB MARTINEZ: REBEL YELL! J.T. Whiplash might do the unthinkable. One… Two… THREE!!!

COREY TAYLOR: OH NO, NO, NO, NO, NO!!!! GOD NO!!!

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and Gentlemen… here is your winner… J.T. WHIPLASH!

J.T gets out of the ring, with “Simple Man” playing over the speakers as Aeolus gets up inside the squared circle, he rips the microphone from Jenny’s
hands and speaks into the cheering crowd.

AEOLUS WRATH(out of breath): So you think you are the best just because you have a pin over me?

J.T turns around, the Rebel flag waving proudly in his grasp as the crowd goes silent. J.T looks back up at Wrath.

AEOLUS WRATH: I bet you don’t have the guts to get back in this ring with me, I sure know you do not contain the intelligence to deny my request.

J.T looks at the crowd before handing the flag to his girlfriend and stepping up the ring steps. J.T steps through the ropes but Aeolus rams a knee into
the side of his head before lifting him on into the ring and delivering a vicious DDT onto the canvas. Just then, Aeolus grabs a kendo stick and starts
beating J.T. with it until Meghan covers him up. Disgusted with her, Aeolus then takes J.T.’s rebel flag and throws it over him, spitting on it several
times as the fans are immediately incensed to the point where some of the red-necks in the crowd are trying to jump over the barricade!

COREY TAYLOR: It looks like we’ve got a trailer park riot fixing to happen!

ROB MARTINEZ: Well, if it does happen, I say it’s justified because here in the South, you don’t mess with the Rebel flag because many still believe the
South will rise again. And hopefully J.T. Whiplash will rise again after this!

COREY TAYLOR: Uhhh… I kinda doubt it, Rob!

Meghan Magnolia kneels over a beaten and bloodied J.T. Whiplash as she screams for help as Aeolus smirks at the damage he’s done while the EMT’s pass by
him.

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JENNY JERSEY: Fans, this next match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the # 1 Contenders Cup!!

The crowd, enthralled, pops huge at that announcement. Their excitement, however, dies down as “My Michelle” by GNR blasts through the speakers.

JENNY JERSEY: Coming to the ring first, he hails from Atlanta, Georgia and weighs in at two hundred and thirty-three pounds, THE Revolutionary Marcus Marion!!!
Marcus Marion and Nicole Rhodes come out to a boo-fest from the fans. Marion is seen wearing a silk dragon print shirt. Rhodes stands to the outside, supporting
her man. Marion, with a cocky grin on his face, enters the ring, then tosses his shirt to Nicole Rhodes.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent, he hails from Kitchener, Ontario Canada and weighs in at two hundred and forty pounds, ladies and gentlemen, Krusty Kid
Paul!!!

At that sound of her voice, Krusty Kid Paul makes his appearance. He is met by a negative crowd, with some scattered cheers on the side. While Paul is
a hated man within the industry, the fans recognize the clout he has within the sport. A certified legend.

Paul’s gaze is fixed on the young rookie inside the ring Marcus Marion. Once inside the ring he walks straight up to Marion.

DING! DING!

Instantaneously, Paul charges the slightly smaller Marion, nailing him with a stiff lariat. The blow sends Marion crashing down to the mat like a ton of
bricks. Marion is then met with a spear from a charging KKP, after standing. The impact of the move sends Blondie sailing through the middle ropes to the
outside.

COREY TAYLOR: BIG MOVE! That spear almost took Marion out of his boots.

ROB MARTINEZ: Well-timed.

Jimmy Johnson, the in-ring ref, looks on at a dazed Marion. Paul slides to the outside of the ring, throwing Marion back to the inside of it. Nicole looks
on, at her man, with considerable concern. Paul stands Marion to his feet, then whips him to the far ropes. On the rebound, Paul lowers his head in an
obvious back body drop attempt, except Marion has seen this before. Marion stops in his tracks and nails a textbook swinging neck breaker. He then goes
for the quick cover.

ONE

TWO

Paul heaves Marion off with ease. Marion’s the first to a vertical base and rakes Paul’s eyes. He then follows that with a kick to the gut, then a quick
precise arm drag takeover. He then follows it with an armbar submission.

COREY TAYLOR: Marion, now, disorienting Paul. He can’t hit what he can’t touch.

ROB MARTINEZ: He doesn’t have the status and name value Paul has, though Marion is still a rather crafty wrestler.

Arrogantly, Marion allows Paul to shake the cobwebs loose (releasing him), after a few seconds he stands Paul to his feet, only to be met with a flurry
of stiff punches, ended by a brutal head butt to the face. The crowd lets their sentiments be known.

CROWD: OOOH!

Clutching his face, Marion rolls down on the mat. Paul stands Marion to his feet and nails him with a delayed vertical suplex, into a pinning combination.
ONE…

TWO…

Marion puts a shoulder up. Paul stands Marion to his feet, then goes for another clothesline, Marion ducks, then slides under the swing. In one quick motion
he jumps, hooking both of Paul’s arms into a crucifix pin.

ONE…

TWO…

COREY TAYLOR: And Paul breaks free from the pin. And the troglodytes in the seats are glued to, well, their seats.

ROB MARTINEZ: That was quicker than a heartbeat. The fans are getting their monies worth.

Both men begin to show some fatigue from the match, with Marion and Paul slowly getting to their feet. Marion slaps Paul hard across the face, eliciting
a reaction from the crowd. Paul returns the disrespect with a stiff punch of his own, followed by a knee to the gut, then a Doctor-bomb. The ref is in
position to make the call.

ONE…

TWO…

NO! Marion kicks out. He then begins to crawl away from Paul, who is on the prowl. Paul grabs Marion’s left leg, slamming it violently onto the mat. Paul
then stands Marion up, quickly walking him near the ring apron, dropping him with a sidewalk slam. Paul slides to the outside, grabbing a steel chair.
In a violent swing he cracks Marion across the face with the chair, instantly busting him open.

ROB MARTINEZ: MY GOD!

COREY TAYLOR: The Innovator of Violence is… Krusty Kid Paul!

Paul slides into the ring, kicking Marion in the gut for good measure, then goes for a pin.

ONE…

TWO…

Marion slithers free. Paul stands Marion up, then picks him up in a bear-hug. The blood flows like a ravine from Marion’s face. The ref monitors the action.
He asks Marion if he yields, Marion screams “NO!” After ten seconds in the hold, Marion bites Paul across the face, releasing himself from the intolerable
submission.

COREY TAYLOR: His face is caked with blood.

ROB MARTINEZ: Any longer in that bear-hug and Mr. Marion would’ve been toast.

Marion hits Paul with chops across the chest getting a “WOO” reaction from the crowd. Marion thumbs Paul in the eye, following it up with a Rocker Drop.
Marion puts his all into the move, it’s enough to bust Paul wide open. Marion turns him over, here’s a cover!

ONE…

TWO…

Paul kicks out, barely. Once to his feet, Nicole Rhodes gets his attention, with a little cleavage shot. Taking full advantage of the moment, Marion elbow
smashes Paul from behind, then turns him around, punch to the midsection, Revolutionary Thrill!

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!

COREY TAYLOR: We have a winner!

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of the match, and new #1 Contenders Trophy Winner, THE Revolutionary Marcus Marion!

ROB MARTINEZ: The young newcomer has just beat a legend within the business. I have a feeling he’ll never let us forget that.

Nicole Rhodes runs to the announce table, grabbing the trophy. She then aids Marion out of the ring, to the chagrin of the crowd.

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ROB MARTINEZ: Well Corey, now its time for our main event, and for the fans, they’ve certainly been waiting anxiously all night for this one.

COREY TAYLOR: Psh, who cares about them, I’ve been the guy looking forward to this the most. Its kind of like my reward for putting up with you all night.
JENNY JERSEY: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, with Pure Honor Rules, and it is for the Rebel Pro Carolinas Championship!!

A loud pop from the fans, as we quick cut to a fan holding a “Casino Fears Young” sign.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first..

“Smooth” by Rob Thomas and Carlos Santana cues up, as the Rebel Pro faithful pour on the heat early. Chris Casino emerges from the back, as the mere sight
of this man is almost enough to start a full scale riot in the arena. Casino has quite the smug look on his face as he’s sporting a black t-shirt with
gold lettering that says “Casino + Rebel=Success”.

JENNY JERSEY: From Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at 220lbs., he is “The Future” CHRIS CASINO!!!!”

Casino makes his way by the fan with the before mentioned sign and shakes his head at them before taking the sign and ripping it to pieces, the fan flipping
Casino off as he laughs and makes his way to the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: I don’t know what incites the Rebel Pro audience more, the fact Casino is a smug jerk, or the fact he refuses to have anything to do with
the usual hardcore action this promotion provides for its fans.

COREY TAYLOR: I don’t want to hear that crap from you Martinez. This man came here to Rebel because of all the jerks up north didn’t treat him with the
respect he deserves. A man with his credentials comes to our fledgling promotion and these people boo him because he likes to actually wrestle? Totally
illogical in my book.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent..

The heat for Casino finally subsides as a huge ovation from the crowd begins to fill the arena. “Screams Of The Undead” by Demon Hunter cues up, as Thomas
Young emerges from the back, the Carolinas Title proudly wrapped around his waist.

JENNY JERSEY: From Hollywood, Florida, weighing in at 245lbs, he is the current Rebel Pro Carolinas Champion, THOMAS YOUNG!!!

He throws back his hood and extends his arms out, feeding off the cheers from the crowd. His eyes now focused on Casino, he proudly makes his way to the
ring. He unzips his hoodie and tosses it outside the ring, then handing his title to referee Alan Stone as his music fades out.

ROB MARTINEZ: This should be what many consider, a mat classic.

COREY TAYLOR: Let’s just hope these hardcore hungry lunatics in our crowd can appreciate the fine wrestling skills that can only come from Chris Casino.
ROB MARTINEZ: Hey, the champ isn’t a slouch in that department either.

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah, we’ll see about that.

Alan Stone shows the title to Chris Casino, who gives it a sly grin, then to Young who nods, as Stone then holds it up for the crowd before handing it
to a ring attendant, then calls for the bell as the match is underway.

DING DING

ROB MARTINEZ: Here we go, Carolinas Title on the line.

Young and Casino circle one another, Young lunging in first, but Casino backs away, then trying for his own attempt, Young darting out of the way. Casino
then tries for a chop, but Young grabs the right arm of the challenger and wrenches it, turning it ever so slowly, then slamming it down, Casino winces
a bit as Young slams it down again. He then elbows the arm, following up with a solid chop that echoes through the arena, staggering Casino. He grabs Casino
and whips him across the ropes. Young lowers his head, Casino leapfrogs over him, catching Young off guard with a perfectly executed dropkick. Casino rubs
his chin and nods smugly, the fans not impressed with his dropkick or his attitude.

ROB MARTINEZ: Well I guess we know who Casino’s biggest fan is,..himself.

COREY TAYLOR: You’re just jealous because you could never dropkick like that.

Casino pulls Young to his feet and tries for a fisherman’s suplex with a bridge. Alan Stone is there to make the count..

One!

Two!

Young kicks out. Undeterred, Casino drops a knee to the forehead of the champion. He then grabs Young by the legs and locks in a boston crab, leaning back
for maximum pressure. Young squirms and crawls, grabbing the bottom rope for the first rope break of the match. Alan Stone calls for the break as Casino
shrugs and does as he’s asked. Casino once again poses for the crowd as the fans give him a dose of boos. He doesn’t realize Young is back on his feet
and as he turns he is dropped to the ground, Young locking up the challenger’s legs in a sharpshooter, flipping Casino the bird before turning him over,
the crowd hoping Casino is humiliated and he taps. Chris screams out in pain, but crawls on clinched fists to the rope for his first rope break of the
match.

ROB MARTINEZ: Each man using their first rope break already in this match.

COREY TAYLOR: If I was the ref in this match, I’d disqualify Young and give the title to Casino already.

ROB MARTINEZ: Are you insane?! On what grounds?

COREY TAYLOR: In a match like this, a match about honor, you don’t insult a man by flipping him off.

ROB MARTINEZ: We’ve all seen Casino’s antics up north with Kenny Krenshov, he wouldn’t know honor if it bit him in the ass.

Casino struggles to his feet, and Young is right behind him, lifting him up and dropping him with a bridged German suplex. Alan Stone is there for the
cover.

One!

Two!

Casino kicks out. Young is back up delivering a clothesline that nearly topples Chris over the top, but Casino comes back with a short kick to Young’s
inner thigh taking him down to one knee. Casino with a roundhouse kick to Young’s temple sends him down onto his back. Chris grabs the ankle, turning Young
over into a single leg Boston Crab, but Young flips Casino over breaking the hold. Casino shoots up to his feet as Young pulls himself up to a vertical
base. Casino looks over, nodding his head as he mockingly wipes his brow.

ROB MARTINEZ: Casino showing no respect.

COREY TAYLOR: Why should he?

Casino and Young with a collar and elbow lockup, Young with a wristlock into a hammerlock, but Casino reverses into a hammerlock of his own. Young falls
forward sending Chris flipping over onto his feet, he hits the ropes back body from Young sends him down… Wait! Casino lands on his feet, springing to
the middle rope coming back with a back elbow, but Young ducks his head under the arm catching Casino with a high angle belly to back suplex into a pin!
One…

Two…

ROB MARTINEZ: Casino kicks out!

COREY TAYLOR: Never any doubt.

Casino rolls over and up to his feet as he holds at his neck, Young on the attack with a clothesline but Casino ducks wrapping Young up in a crucifix pin
attempt.

One…

Two…

Young rolls on over breaking the count and both men are back up to their feet. Double clothesline takes both men down as the fans are really into this
non-hardcore match between two superstars. Young gets up first, but is followed quickly by Casino. Another collar and elbow, Young behind Chris with a
full nelson. Casino grabs the wrists, ducking under into a full nelson of his own, but Young kicks backwards and to the inside catching Casino on the side
of the knee. Casino faulters, but doesn’t go down just yet. Young with a second and the hold is loosening up. Young with a third, but Casino drops the
hold before spinning around to send Young down with a DDT on the canvas. Casino is pouring sweat now as he holds at his knee that was the focus of Young’s
attack.

ROB MARTINEZ: The fans are really into this match Corey.

COREY TAYLOR: Of course, Chris Casino is in it.

Casino pulls Young up to his feet, locking in for a dead weight German suplex, he lifts Young up. Thomas flips on over and to the side catching Chris with
a karate kick to the ribs before lunging behind him for a German suplex of his own. Chris tries to break out of the hold, but Young slams him down on his
neck before rolling up to nail a second German suplex. Chris’ head is wobbly on his neck as Young goes for a third German suplex into a bridge for a pin.
One…

Two…

Chris slings his shoulder up, keeping the match alive because he was just a bit too far away from the ropes here. Thomas pulls himself up, slinging Chris
into the ropes, he runs forward…

ROB MARTINEZ: Yakuza Kick!

COREY TAYLOR: Isn’t that illegal?

ROB MARTINEZ: No, it isn’t illegal.

COREY TAYLOR: It should be.

Young lifts Casino back up, placing him across his shoulders in a backbreaker rack position. Casino struggles in trying to get out of this hold, but Young
locks in the final requirement for a Gory Special. Casino screams out in the amount of pain his body is being put through but he manages to somehow reach
the ropes and hold on to use his second rope break of the match.

ROB MARTINEZ: That is rope break number two for Chris Casino.

COREY TAYLOR: A necessary use there, keeps the match alive.

Young drops Casino immediately as Alan Stone checks if Chris wants to continue, Casino nods his head that he does. Young charges in, but Casino shoots
up catching Young with a Dragon Screw legwhip across the ring. Casino hits his knees, trying to catch his breath, he wasn’t expecting this from Thomas
Young, not like this anyways. Young gets back up, the adrenaline pumping through his body, he charges back in. Casino leap frogs Young, standing dropkick
sends Young’s face into the top turnbuckle. Young spins around, dazed, superkick right to his chin sends him down in a heap but Casino falls down as well.
Chris manages to crawl over and drape an arm across Thomas Young’s chest.

One…

Two…

Thr–Shoulder UP!

ROB MARTINEZ: Thomas Young got the shoulder up, I can’t believe it!

COREY TAYLOR: Me either, this guy must be on something.

ROB MARTINEZ: He is not!

COREY TAYLOR: Neither was Mark McGwire… right?

Casino can’t believe it, he angrily pulls Young back up to his feet, whipping him into the ropes. Casino with a knee to the gut and a rolling Unprettier!
COREY TAYLOR: It’s over, Bankrupt version 2.0.

One…

Two…

Thomas with a foot on the ropes! Thomas Young got his foot on the ropes!

ROB MARTINEZ: I can’t believe it!

Casino gets into the face of Alan Stone telling him that Thomas had already used his three rope breaks, but Alan isn’t having any of it, holding up two
fingers signaling that was rope break number two. Young pulls himself up slowly. Casino comes charging in, Young with a shoulder block before springing
back then over Casino with a sunset flip.

One…

Two…

Casino rolls a shoulder up and is up to his feet, furious. Young with a Brazilian Ju-jitzu kick to Casino’s temple sends him into dreamland, and Young
follows up with a kick to the back of his knees sending Casino down onto his knees. Young places Casino in a cross knee chinlock, trying for a submission.
Before Young can fully lock in the submission hold, Casino rolls forward to prevent the final stage of the hold from happening. Young follows after Casino,
not going to let him get away this easily. Young grabs Chris by the wrist, Irish whip into the ropes. Casino hits the ropes, Young lowers his head, Casino
with a swinging neckbreaker takes him down onto the canvas, but can Chris capitalize?

ROB MARTINEZ: If Chris wants to win, he needs to capitalize after that swinging neckbreaker.

COREY TAYLOR: Chris Casino knows what to do and how to do it.

Casino is breathing heavily as he lifts himself up to a vertical base, but behind him Thomas Young is pulling himself up as well. Young, seeing his oppurtunity,
darts forward hooking Casino’s leg and getting him in position for a belly to back suplex.

ROB MARTINEZ: The Omega Driver!

COREY TAYLOR: NOOOOOOOO!

Casino is out, he is out cold as Young hooks the leg and makes the cover.

One…

Two…

Thre

Alan Stone stops the count, pointing to Casino’s foot on the bottom rope. Thomas gets frustrated, asking what is going on here with this, maybe he is a
bit confused what happened.

ROB MARTINEZ: It sounded like three, but it was a close call.

COREY TAYLOR: It was two and fifteen sixteenths, but not three.

ROB MARTINEZ: Who would believe you? It was too close for me to say, but Alan Stone is not calling for the bell and this match continues here.

Casino is up, he hooks Thomas’ leg and slams him down with Young’s own finishing move, the Omega Driver!

COREY TAYLOR: Beautiful!

Casino makes the cover.

One…

Two…

Three.

DING! DING! DING!

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of the match and NEEEEEEEEW Rebel Pro Carolinas Champion… Chris Casino!

Thomas rolls out of the ring, holding at his neck as the fans are clapping for both men.

ROB MARTINEZ: The fans showing their respect for both men and the match they just put on.

COREY TAYLOR: One hell of a match, but the champion came out on top.

Chris Casino orders Alan Stone to put the belt around his waist as the fans continue their clapping. Casino looks at them… he continues looking… he
flips them the double eagle.

ROB MARTINEZ: What a classy way to show his gratitude.

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah, ain’t he grand.

ROB MARTINEZ: For Corey Taylor, I’m Rob Martinez… and we are outta here!

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Credits

Vincent Black vs Dez Carter-Freak
Bluegrass Extreme vs Yung Mula-Kent
J.t Whiplash vs Aeolus Wrath-Brody
Freak Show/Cuzin’ Zeke vs Revolutions N Revelations/Uriel-Bean
Thomas Young(C) vs Chris Casino-Nick & Bean
Awards Ceremony-Bean

UNPLEASANTNESS 01/05/2010

Unpleasantness
1-5-2010
Grady Cole Center-Charlotte, NC

(The scene is outside of the Grady Cole Center in Charlotte, North Carolina where we see REBEL Pro’s newest roster addition, J.T. Whiplash, wearing an
old Charlie Daniels Band T-Shirt, a black leather motorcycle jacket, cheap sunglasses, and acid-wash blue jeans with cowboy boots. He also has a bottle
of Pabst Blue Ribbon in one hand and a can of Skoal in the other hand. As we catch a glimpse of him, we see his forehead is lined with several scars over
the past 25 years of his career as he looks at the camera, spits some tobacco juice on the ground, and starts to speak.)

J.T. Whiplash: So… THIS is REBEL Pro, huh? Where all the big dawgs on the indy scene play at? I’m sure most of y’all are wonderin’ what brings this tough
ole’ bastard to REBEL Pro. Well, the truth is, I’ve been workin’ the indies all over the South over the last 25 years and honestly, I’m a-gettin’ bored
with it! I came here fer a challenge! I came here to fight the best in the business, young, old, or middle-aged. I don’t care if yer a fancy high-flyer,
I don’t care if yer a hardcore brawler, I don’t care if yer some technical ‘rasslin whiz-kid… I’ll take on anybody, any-time, any-where! I’ll put my
name on any dotted line at any time! I may be gettin’ up there in years and I ain’t no spring chicken no more, but I still got a ‘lil gas left in my tank
fer one more good run and if anyone’s got the guts or the spine to fight me like a man, then step up to the plate and find out what kind of middle-aged
maniac I really am. Just remember when y’all step into the ring with the “Wild-Eyed Southern Son”… yer steppin’ in that ring with a show-stoppin’, crowd-poppin’,
quick-thinkin’, whiskey-drinkin’, innovator, a real commentator-complicator, a rule-breakin’, earth-shakin’, son of a bitch! So REBEL Pro, if y’all got
somebody who wants to shut me up, I say don’t sing it… BRING IT! But just remember, like the colors of my beloved Rebel flag, J.T. Whiplash don’t run
from nothin’!

(J.T. spits out some more tobacco as he walks off in disgust as we fade out.)

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“The Oddities” hits up and there is a mixed reaction from the crowd as The Freak and Shut Down come out wearing their newest gift. The shirt says “Takin’
Out The Trash” on the front and on the back is a cartoon image of every roster member. Freak hops over the top rope as Shut Down steps over the same rope,
they don’t give a dang about the booing crowd.

JENNY JERSEY: At a total combined weight of five hundred pounds even, The Freak and Shut Down… THE FREAK SHOW!

“The Champion in Me” hits as Justin and Christopher limp their way out to the ring to the huge ovation from the crowd.

JENNY JERSEY: Weighing in at a total combined weight of four hundred and forty-six pounds, Justin Thyme and Christopher Samsonite… NITE THYME!

DING DING

ROB MARTINEZ: This doesn’t look good for the still injured and hurting Nite Thyme.

COREY TAYLOR: This promises to be brutalization personified, I for one can’t wait.

Justin steps through the ropes, hobbling to the center of the ring being followed by his parter and friend Christopher Samsonite. Right hand from Freak,
big boot from Shut Down sends them both down on the canvas. Freak picks up Justin, whip into the corner, Shut Down charges in with a big splash flattening
him in the corner. The crowd begins to boo a bit, as Freak slides outside of the ring. Shut Down lifts Samsonite into the air, slamming him down with a
huge gorilla press slam onto a steel chair that Freak has slid into the ring. Freak slides in a wooden table, and is laughing maniacally as he rolls in
a roll of barbed wire.

ROB MARTINEZ: Ah come on, they are hurt, stop this already.

COREY TAYLOR: Hurry up and destroy them! Injure them more! Break their backs!

Freak slides in a set of two by fours into the ring as well as Shut Down slams a right fist into Thyme’s face busting his nose open immediately. Shut Down
turns to Samsonite slamming an elbow into his jaw and causing teeth to go flying from the force of the impact. Justin and Christopher are getting the utter
hell beaten out of themselves for trying to come back way too soon. Shut Down lifts Thyme up, chokeslam onto the steel chair. Shut Down winds up, grandslam
into the face of Samsonite and blood immediately pours from the laceration on his forehead.

ROB MARTINEZ: This is carnage and Freak is wrapping barbed wire around the two by fours and table!

COREY TAYLOR: This is going to be great, they have mooched off of Gordon for too long.

Freak reaches into his deep pockets, he pulls out lighter fluid… oh no! He squirts the lighter fluid all over the table soaking it thoroughly. He turns
to Samsonite and Thyme who are laid out and bleeding, he douses them with the flammable liquid as well. The crowd is now booing heavily, thinking back
to the day when Sick Billy Kryenik was burnt so severely. Freak climbs to the top rope as Shut Down drops a lit match onto the table, the rush of the flames
is enormous!

ROB MARTINEZ: They won’t.

COREY TAYLOR: They will!

Shut Down tosses Thyme on the table and he immediately catches on fire as Freak and Shut Down laugh hysterically. Shut Down slams Samsonite onto the table
as Freak dives outwards.

ROB MARTINEZ: Swanton through the table!

Jimmy Johnson, disgusted, makes the count as ordered by Shut Down.

One.

Two.

Three.

DING! DING! DING!

JENNY JERSEY: Winners of the match, The Freak Show!

ICP’s “Oddities” hits back up as Freak and Shut Down slide out of the ring to the booing sounds of the crowd. Inside the ring EMTs are trying to put out
the burning wreckage that is Nite Thyme and the table.

ROB MARTINEZ: That was uncalled for.

COREY TAYLOR: That was great entertainment.

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Mac makes his way down to the ring in his scooter. His two star students follow behind. They help Mac, who is on crutches, into the ring as Mac takes the
mic.

MACCULLOCH: Good evening REBEL nation! Are we ready to see the future of REBEL?

“Heavy Metal Machine” by Smashing Pumpkins plays over the PA System. At the end of the aisle we see Michael, with his belt slung over his shoulder, accompanied
by RNR and an unknown masked man.

MICHAEL MASSACRE: I heard you say the future of REBEL and decided to make a guest appearance. Although, I don’t remember being scheduled to fight your
pathetic excuse of students.

MACCULLOCH: Mikey, what the hell are you doing down here? I said future not loser!

Michael stares daggers through MacCulloch.

MICHAEL MASSACRE: The name is Michael if you hadn’t heard and you did say the future of REBEL did you not? See I am the future of this company not a loser
like you suggest. See this?

Michael points to the belt on his shoulder.

MICHAEL MASSACRE: Is this the mark of a loser? I think not! No, it is the prize of a man who is going to rebuild this wretched place. I am going to start
tonight.

Mac looks puzzled.

MICHAEL MASSACRE: Go get ‘em!

Michael orders RNR and the unknown man down to the ring. Mac’s two students stand between RNR, the unknown man, and Mac. A few of Mac’s students sitting
at ringside jump into the ring to even up the odds a little. Within seconds the crew eliminates Mac’s students leaving Mac in the ring. Michael walks slowly
and methodically into the ring. He looks directly into Mac’s eyes.

MICHAEL MASSACRE: Looks like I do everything better than you. I beat you when your puny tag team entered the tournament. My students destroyed your students
without breaking a sweat. Now I am going to end your career permenantly!

The masked man grabs the crutches from Mac as RNR hold each arm steadying Mac. Then without any hesitation Michael clocks MacCulloch with the Championship
belt. The hit was so hard that he busted Macs nose and blood is streaming like a river down his face. Michael calls for another hit. This time he throws
down his belt in favor of a flurry of rights and lefts. An uppercut sends Mac to the ground. Michael now climbs to the top turnbuckle. He tells the masked
man to grab him a chair.

A loud roar from the crowd as Thomas Young starts running towards the masked man. He shoves the man into the ring post knocking him out. This distraction
gives Michael just enough time to jump down off the ropes and turn around to exchange pleasantries with Thomas. Michael backs up to allow Thomas in the
ring. However, Thomas counts everyone in the ring on his hand and shakes his head no! When all of a sudden a maniacal laugh blares over the loud speakers.
Oddities by ICP queue’s up and The Freak Show walks down to the ring. All of the wrestlers stare at each other as a full on brawl takes place. Security
starts pouring into the ring to break up the brawl. Michael, the masked man who is finally up, and RNR take this opportunity to escape to the back. Freak
Show and Shut Down help Mac to his feet. Mac extends his hand to Thomas Young as they shake hands. Mac has never been so glad to see his former opponents
as they help Mac back to the lockerroom area.

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JENNY JERSEY: This next match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the #1 Contender’s Cup!!!

The raucous REBEL crowd goes crazy as “The Monster’s Loose” by Meat Loaf blasts through the speakers!

JENNY JERSEY: Coming to the ring first, he hails from Wickliffe, Kentucky and weighs in at 320 pounds, ‘The Bluegrass Badass” Matthew Kurtis!!!

Kurtis comes out to a big ovation from the crowd, an ovation that quickly turns to a murmur of confusion. Kurtis is dressed in street clothes and is hobbling
down to the ring heavily favoring his left leg.

ROB MARTINEZ: It looks like the backstage scuttlebutt was right for once! Matthew Kurtis is indeed injured!

COREY TAYLOR: What the Hell is ‘scuttlebutt?’

Kurtis slowly climbs the ring stairs and gingerly enters the ring. A grimace with every step. He asks for and receives the microphone from Jenny Jersey.
MATTHEW: As some of you know, a few weeks ago I was involved in a motorcycle accident that resulted in severe injures to both the ACL and the patella inside
my right knee. After much consultation with the doctors I’ve been ordered to undergo major knee surgery that will put me on the shelf for….Well….For
I don’t know how long.

Kurtis tries to smile but fails. A look of utter frustration however finds its way onto his features.

MATTHEW: I won’t lie, this could very well be career ending. But if it is, I just want all of you fans to know I gave you people everything! I gave you
my body, my blood and my heart to make REBEL what it is today!

The fans start a loud “REBEL! REBEL! REBEL!” chant.

MATTHEW: I’ve talked to my brothers and I’m confident that despite me being on the shelf, they’ll continue to…..

Before he can utter another word, the strains of a guitar and the familiar voice of Rob Thomas hit the speakers!

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh for….I can’t belive this.

COREY TAYLOR: Yes! Finally the official debut of Chris Casino in REBEL! ROB MARTINEZ: Are you crazy? Matt Kurtis can’t even wrestle!

From behind the curtain steps a man who is quickly flooded with white hot hate. Chris Casino. The self proclaimed Future of REBEL. He’s dressed to wrestle
and heads quickly down to ringside sliding into the ring under the bottom rope.

MATTHEW: Figures you’d come out here Casino. You’re a sick excuse for a man.

Casino is on his feet and sneering at Kurtis. He saunters over to the near ropes and is handed a microphone of his own from the timekeeper.

CASINO: Hey Kurtis, can you do us all a favor and shut up already?

A very vocal crowd is now chanting “(BLEEP) You Casino! (BLEEP) You Casino!”

CASINO: This is all some pitiful excuse not to wrestle me isn’t it? You know what? who cares? Just gimmie my damn trophy, let gimpy here hobble his ass
out of my ring and allow me to conduct some business!

MATTHEW: Casino, if you don’t shut your mouth I plan on shutting it for you.

CASINO: How? By having Chad do it? He’s the only one of you hillbillies that’s worth a damn and that’s ONLY because I helped train him! Now if you’re not
going to wrestle, GET OUT OF MY RING!

Matthew looks at the crowd who is now voraciously chanting for the death of Casino and he offers a sad smile.

MATTHEW: I’ll leave Casino….

Casino smirks.

MATTHEW: Right after this match bitch!

With that the big man drops the microphone and lands a big right hand that staggers Casino! The crowd lets out a huge roar of approval as the referee rings
the bell!

ROB MARTINEZ: What the!? We’re having this match!

COREY TAYLOR: And remember this is a WRESTLING match! Casino only wrestles within the rules!

ROB MARTINEZ: Do you even know Chris Casino at all?

Casino is begging off as Kurtis slowly advancing on him. casino tries to kick the wounded leg of Kurtis but he gets caught! Kurtis spins him around and
delivers another bone jarring right hand! Another! A third right hand sends Casino staggering into the ropes. Matthew whips Casino off the ropes and takes
him up into the lights with a high back body drop! Casino is up in a heartbeat! Clothesline from ‘The Bluegrass Badass’ puts him back flat on mat! Matthew
gingerly drops down for a cover! One! Two! casino kicks out and starts yelling at the referee! Although you can’t hear him above the crowd noise it looks
as if Casino is yelling something about ‘Rules.’ Kurtis grabs for Casino but takes a thumb to the eye! Casino pulls the much bigger man up to his feet
and blasts him with a chop across the chest! The crowd, despite their hate for Casino, let out a ‘Wooooooooo!’ Another chop! A third! Matthew smiles at
Casino and levels him with a stiff right hand!

ROB MARTINEZ: What a huge shock if Kurtis pulls off the win here tonight! On one leg no less!

COREY TAYLOR: Come on Chris!

Matthew pulls Casino off the mat, shoots him into the ropes and gorilla presses him over his head before dumping him onto the mat! While Casino hits hard,
it’s Matthew who suddenly winces and hobbles away towards the ropes favoring his leg. Casino scrambles to his feet and rushes Kurtis. Matthew quickly slaps
a huge hand around the neck of Casino and signals for the chokeslam! The crowd roars and Matthew prepares to try and take Casino up when he takes a boot
to his damaged knee! Kurtis instantly releases the hold and staggers away from his foe. A chop block from Casino drops the bigger man to the mat and now
Kurtis is clutching at his leg is sheer agony! Casino is all smiles now as he shoves aside a concerned referee and drops a knee across the shin of Matthew
Kurtis.

ROB MARTINEZ: This is horrible! The referee needs to step in here and stop this before Casino can do any more damage to Matthew Kurtis!

Casino locks in a figure four and Kurtis fights to get to the ropes! The fans begin the stomp their feet willing Matthew to just stretch a little further
and grab the ropes but he’s dead center in the ring! Without asking, the referee calls for the bell and this match is done!

ROB MARTINEZ: Wait? What happened? Kurtis didn’t tap!

The referee confers with Jenny Jersey for a moment while behind him, Casino is getting to his feet looking confused himself.

JENNY JERSEY: Due to the referees decision that Matthew Kurtis could no longer reasonably defend himself……He awards this match to your winner, CHRIS
CASINO!!!

Casino jumps up and down as if he’s won the Nobel Peace Prize! He even hugs the referee who quickly shove shim away in disgust and checks on Matthew Kurtis.
The timekeeper hands Casino the #1 Contenders Trophy and Casino smiles like a child with a new toy.

ROB MARTINEZ: Well it might be controversial, but the referee did the right thing in stopping the match. Kurtis is already hurt and Casino was simply looking
to end his career! What an auspicious debut from the former NAPW Grand Slam Champion.

COREY TAYLOR: Oh boo hoo.

Casino grabs a microphone and holds the trophy over his head. The fans reward him with a shower of boos and some trash tossed at him.

CASINO: I did it you filthy hillbillies! Just like in NAPW, what I want, I get bitches! Now true to my word, I’m hearby cashing this ass ugly trophy in
for a shot at the REBEL Carolinas Championship next week!

With that Casino simply tosses the trophy to the timekeeper who almost drops it to the floor.

CASINO: Take a look you crystal meth junkies! You’re lookin’ at your NEXT Carolinas Champion!

Casino tosses down the mic sneers at Kurtis who is being treated to by medical personnel and leaves the ringside area.

ROB MARTINEZ: In just his first night with the company, Chris Casino shows why he’s banned for life in NAPW. What a low life.

COREY TAYLOR: Hey! That’s our next Carolinas Champion you’re talking about!

ROB MARTINEZ: ugh.

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“My Michelle” hits the speakers as from the back to a somewhat cold reaction, because of his being unknown, is Marcus Marion. He smirks to the crowd before
walking on down the aisle.

JENNY JERSEY: Being accompanied by Nicole Rhodes, he stands at six foot one inch and weighs in at two hundred and thirty-three pounds, he hails from Atlanta,
Georgia… MARCUS MARION!

The men in the crowd give googly eyes to the sexy Nicole Rhodes as she makes her way past then they decide her backside is nearly as lovely as well. Marcus
wipes his feet off on the apron before stepping through the ropes.

“Incredible Mack Anthem” hits the speakers as the crowd gives a big time cheer for the returning to the ring of Incredible Mack. He steps through the curtains
with his eyes locked in on Marcus Marion.

JENNY JERSEY: HHe stands at six feet eight inches and weighs in at two hundred and eighty-five pounds and he hails from Lamar, South Carolina… Incredible
MACK!

Mack slaps the hands on his way to the ring, never taking his eyes off of Marcus as he steps over the top rope and into the center of the ring.

DING DING

Mack asks for a test of strength in the center of the ring, mocking the smaller Marcus who decides to come in for a test anyways. Mack reaches out, but
Marion with a kick to the right knee, spinning around and kicking the back of the knee quickly as well. Mack hits down on his right knee and Marion slams
a forearm into Mack’s face that rocks his head back. Marion with a second forearm and a chop to the chest that gets no reaction from the crowd here in
the Grady Cole Center. Marion looks out to the crowd smirking at them as he brings his fist down on Mack’s jaw but Mack fires back with a right punch into
Marion’s midsection that folds him over. Mack up quickly wrapping Marcus up and sending him down with a neckbreaker. Mack hits the ropes.

ROB MARTINEZ: Neckbreaker from the big man takes Marcus Marion off his feet.

COREY TAYLOR: Wish it hadn’t snowed so that KKP could have made it.

Mack leaps into the air, coming down on Marcus with a big leg drop before he rolls up to his feet as he pulls Marion up with him. Forearm to Marcus’ throat
backs him into the corner where Mack slams another forearm shot into his face. Mack looks behind him as he whips Marcus into the other corner following
in with a big time Stinger splash that nearly flattens Marcus from the impact. Marcus stumbles out, shaking as he walks before he falls face first on the
canvas.

ROB MARTINEZ: Big time splash has Marcus reeling.

COREY TAYLOR: Give him time, this guy shows some major promise here in Rebel Pro.

Mack leans down pulling Marcus up to his feet, European uppercut to Mack’s groin following it up with an eye gouge for the normally illegal combo, but
since it is in Rebel Pro; it is as legal as a steel chair assisted headlock. Mack has one hand on his balls as his other hand holds at his streaming eyes.
Marion hits the ropes coming back with a running bulldog that sends him partway through the ropes with the distance he drug Mack down to the canvas. Marcus
gets up, back inside the ring, and mouths “This is a former World Champion?” before laughing as he stomps on the side of Mack’s face with the heel of his
boot. Mack struggles up to his hands and knees as Marcus delivers another boot stomp but Mack catches the foot. Marcus spins around delivering a front
toe kick to the top of Mack’s skull sending him back down to the canvas on his back. Marcus grabs Mack’s ankle, stomping away at his right kneecap with
speedy precision.

COREY TAYLOR: If he is unable to stand, his height means nothing.

ROB MARTINEZ: You’ll get no arguement from me.

Marcus steps over, locking in a figure four leglock on the six foot eight inch former Rebel Pro World Champion. Mack slams his fist on the canvas trying
to get the crowd behind him as he yells out that he will not submit here in this match, nor any match. He gets momentum going as he tries to flip Marcus
over to put the pressure on his legs and… he flips him over. Marcus screams out from the sudden and sharp pain before he releases the hold in favor of
crawling to the ropes. Mack is heading to the ropes as well and begins to pull himself up to a vertical base as Marcus Marion is doing the same on the
ropes. Mack turns around, sweat pouring off his face, he slowly walks towards Marcus who turns around to see the big man coming at him.

ROB MARTINEZ: This doesn’t look good for Marcus Marion.

COREY TAYLOR: Come on Mack, he is asking for a time-out.

Marcus drops down to his knees and is begging off from Mack, but the former Rebel Champ is having none of it as he slams a fist into the pleading mouth
of Marion. Mack drags him up to his feet, Irish whip into the ropes following it up with a Marcus Marion catch then gorilla press slam onto the center
of the ring.

CROWD: Mack’s Gonna Kill You! (clap, clap, clap clap clap) Mack’s Gonna Kill You! (clap, clap, clap clap clap) Mack’s Gonna Kill You! (clap, clap, clap
clap clap) Mack’s Gonna Kill You! (clap, clap, clap clap clap)

ROB MARTINEZ: The crowd getting into this match now.

COREY TAYLOR: They haven’t had much to cheer about, I mean who really cares about Mack?

Marion gets back up to his feet charging blindly for safety, clothesline from Mack sends him down to the canvas. Marion bounces back up to his feet trying
to escape as he begs off again, big boot from Mack sends him back down to the canvas. Marion’s back slams hard onto the canvas but here comes Mack again
with a big leg drop that squashes Marion’s throat on the canvas, Marcus begins to gasp for oxygen as he rolls over onto his stomach. Marcus gets up to
his hands and knees as Mack bounces off the ropes delivering a big time boot to the side of Marion’s face that rolls him over onto his back. Mack lifts
Marion up to a kneeling position, setting him up for a chokeslam, but Marion delivers another low blow to Mack that stops his offense for the mean time.
Marion hits the ropes coming back with a clothesline. Mack doesn’t go down so Marion hits the ropes again delivering another clothesline but again Mack
stands his ground. Marcus hits the ropes, but Mack charges this time to meet Marcus on the rebound with a clothesline of his own; Marcus adjusts in mid
motion to flip Mack over with an armdrag takedown. Marcus hits the canvas holding at his back and gasping loudly here in the center of the ring as Mack
is lying flat on his back.; Marcus gets up to his feet, wrapping Mack up with a Boston Crab and turning Mack over to add more pressure.

COREY TAYLOR: Tap you big idiot, tap!

ROB MARTINEZ: I didn’t think you were such a big fan of Marcus Marion in the beginning?

COREY TAYLOR: Are you kidding? He is a future champion here in this organization.

Mack is in the ropes almost immediately but Mack is using the ropes to pull himself up to a vertical base, the leverage he is obtaining causes Marcus to
break the hold and Mack falls to his knees as he holds onto the top rope gasping for some breathe. Marcus stumbles into the center of the ring before turning
back and heading for Mack to inflict more damage. The crowd points behind Mack

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to warn him so Mack drops down holding onto the top rope as Marcus goes
over flipping to land on the apron. Mack sends him down to the apron with a clothesline that nearly decapitates him from the force of the move.

CROWD: Mack’s Gonna Kill You! (clap, clap, clap clap clap) Mack’s Gonna Kill You! (clap, clap, clap clap clap) Mack’s Gonna Kill You! (clap, clap, clap
clap clap) Mack’s Gonna Kill You! (clap, clap, clap clap clap)

ROB MARTINEZ: What a clothesline from Mack there.

COREY TAYLOR: It was a big one, something fishy there… could someone say… roids?

Mack leans over pulling Marcus up to a vertical base, hooking him for a vertical suplex from the outside to the inside of the ring. The ring shakes with
the impact as Marion sits up holding at his lower back in agony before rolling over to one side. Mack stalks over, both men giving it their all. Mack whips
Marion into the corner where Marion slams chest first into the turnbuckle. The padding falls down to the canvas as Marion flips over the top turnbuckle
to land shakily on his feet and walk clumsily towards the corner he is now facing(on the apron). Marion climbs up the turnbuckle, acting as though he has
no idea he is doing it, and diving off with a crossbody. Mack catches him slamming him down on the canvas with a chokeslam. Mack makes the cover.

One…

Two…

Thre

Kick-out!

ROB MARTINEZ: Marcus Marion able to roll that shoulder up just in time.

COREY TAYLOR: A bit of a fast count from Alan Stone there if you ask me.

ROB MARTINEZ: Too bad I didn’t.

Mack can’t believe it as he looks over at Alan Stone, but Mack pulls Marion back up to a vertical base wrapping him up for a belly to belly suplex. Marion
drives a knee into Mack’s groin before sending him down with a jumping piledriver. Marion holds at his back as he falls to pin Mack.

ROB MARTINEZ: The Revolutionary!

One…

Two…

Three.

DING! DING! DING!

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match… Marcus Marion!

The crowd boos as “My Michelle” hits the speakers and Marcus smirks at the crowd in the center of the ring. Marion slides out of the ring leaving Mack
there on the canvas but the crowd begins to boo heavier than they did for Marcus. Strutting from the back, carrying his World Title belt and followed closely
by his proteges is Michael Massacre. These three men meet Marcus Marion but Massacre pays him no attention instead choosing to keep his eyes locked in
on the prone form of Mack inside the ring. Marcus walks past as Michael orders Gabriel and Raphael to get in and destroy Mack for his insubordination and
overall fan loveability. Gabriel slides a table into the ring as Raphael slides into the ring to deliver stomp after stomp to the downed Mack. The crowd
is giving them hell for their actions.

ROB MARTINEZ: Come on, the match is over.

COREY TAYLOR: It looks like Mack’s career will be as well.

Michael takes another few steps closer as Mack is valiantly trying to fight the two men off. Mack is put on the table as Raphael climbs to the top rope.
The crowd boos even more as from the crowd Jer$ey jumps the barricade. Jer$ey slams the Golden Sweets into Massacre’s temple sending him down to the canvas.
The crowd cheers a bit and here comes Jer$ey into the ring. Golden Sweets to Gabriel, he spins around as Raphael leaps off the top rope. Golden Sweets
to the flying Raphael sends him backwards and out cold. Jer$ey turns to find Mack shaking his head trying to clear the cobwebs and all he sees is Jer$ey
holding the Golden Sweets and he gets pissed as the crowd is cheering. Mack rolls off the table but stops at the sight of Gabriel and Raphael lying there
unconscious. Jer$ey sticks his hand out to Mack who looks to the crowd for their opinion; they cheer wildly for Mack but are a little uncertain about Jer$ey.
Mack walks past Jer$ey without shaking his hand and steps through the ropes followed closely by Jer$ey as Mack motions for his former friend to follow
him backstage.

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***REBEL PRO YOUTUBE CHANNEL EXCLUSIVE***

We’re backstage in an old empty locker room as we pan around to a few areas, no one around. Finally in a corner, with a mic in hand sits Aeolus Wrath in
a black ribbed tanktop, his jet black hair brushed down almost completely over his eyes, a pair of matching cargo pants and black boots completing his
attire. He rubs under his right eye with his right index finger, then traces his face, rubbing his top lip with the same finger. He then raises the mic
to his mouth, the sound going out into the arena for the fans in attendance.

AEOLUS: “Try to forget me Rebel Pro, try as you might, I will always haunt you. I am the ghost, the spirit to which there is no cure. You treat me like
an animal Larry Gordon. You put me in a ring against some NAPW reject and I hit him so hard, I attack him with such fierce abandonment, that he is carted
away in a stretcher, still healing his wounds as we speak. I go home, I wait by the phone like an eager teenager for the prom queen, and yet nothing, no
words for you. No, let us be forced to watch such a glob of worthlessness like Randy Richter deface this place. Let us cater to those Curtises, in hopes
that they can reclaim the lost legacy of their family name. Let us allow Chris Casino, a man who hides behind a fake champion in a promotion up north,
bore us to seemingly endless tears. What about the obvious choice? Aren’t you forgetting someone Larry?

Wrath brushes his hair back, his brown eyes cold and cunning, looking straight at us.

AEOLUS: “Luckily, there is a solution to any problem faced in Rebel Pro, there is a quench to my thirst for blood and destruction, a satisfaction to my
hunger to hurt and maim people. You see I sat back here and watched a man, an old, beaten, battered, drug infested, washed up nobody, who has seemingly
begged and pleaded for a while now to be a part of this roster, request a match against somebody, anybody, because perhaps deep down this man, this J.T.
Whiplash, needs to test himself to see if he’s still got it. This man represents the filth of America, of this area of the nation, he is the epitome of
what not to do as a wrestler in this business. He should be in a rehab center. He should be in a hospital. He should be buried somewhere, forgotten and
unloved. The weak embrace this man like a hero. He is looked for a gift, a chance to feel the roar of the crowd, a chance to seemingly fight for his life.
Should I? Could I? Of course I will. I will accept your challenge Whiplash. You could say I am a perfect fit for the job.”

A flash of an evil smile. There are ill intentions on his mind.

AEOLUS: “You say J.T., that you don’t want anyone to feel sorry for you, and you know what, I don’t. I never did. When you mentioned my name once, I nearly
pissed my windpants, and no Whiplash, not out of fear, but out of supreme amusement. You are twice my age J.T. Battered, beaten, a mere shell of your former
self. You have come here in vain hope of making a name for yourself, and sure, all the rednecks with no lives, all the junkies getting high on anything
and everything, every jackoff who likes to sleep with whatever cheap whore they can find, they adore you J.T., they worship you. You are their own vision
of Jesus Christ himself. The thing is at Extreme Measures, I intend on driving nails into your arms and legs, and you can wear that crown of thorns, but
there will be no ressurrection for you. In two weeks J.T. I do the world a favor and end you before you can even begin here.”

Wrath drops the mic to the floor and exits the scene with a smug look on his face, the camera fixed on the mic, before fading to black.

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JENNY JERSEY: THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS SET FOR ONE FALL AND IS FOR THE REBEL WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP!

“COCKY!” The crowd goes crazy as Chad and Jono Kurtis make their way out!

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first the challengers! At a total combined weight of four-hundred and forty-five pounds, they are “J-KURT” JONOTHAN KURTIS and
“THE SHOW” CHAD KURTIS, BLUEGRASS EXTREME!

The cheers turn to boos as The Acacia Strain picks up — it cuts right into “Judith” by APC. The tag champs walk out to a mixed reaction, heavier on the
boos.

JENNY JERSEY: And now! At a total combined weight of five-hundred and seventy-nine pounds… they are the REBEL World Tag Team Champions, “THE SPADE” DUNCAN
ARIES and VINCENT BLACK!

ROB MARTINEZ: And Vincent Black is bringing some PLUNDAH to the ring, look at the contents of that wheelbarrow!

COREY TAYLOR: I see a staple gun, is that a light tube, who knows what’s in there!

DING DING DING

BEFORE BLACK AND ARIES CAN EVEN GET IN THE RING JONO AND CHAD DIVE OVER THE TOP ROPE ONTO THEM! The crowd goes batshit already! J-Kurt leaps onto the guardrail,
MOONSAULT onto Duncan Aries! Chad throws a stiff forearm at the huge Black, barely fazes him, so Chad leaps off the ring apron at him. CAUGHT. Black tries
to smash Chad into the ringpost but Chad gets out, knocking Vincent in! CONK. Kurtis yells for a chair

HUCK

CLANG

Right in the face of Black, who crawls into the ring. Kurtis follows, springboarding in with a lariat!

Still on the outside Jono Kurtis tries to hit a Tornado DDT off the apron, Aries blocks and nails a roundhouse kick! Jono sways, Aries grabs him and whips
him — over the guard rail into the first few rows! Fans get the HELL OUT OF THE WAY as Jono crashes into the chairs. Aries follows on, stopping to pick
a light tube out of Vince’s wheelbarrow. KER-SMASH. J-Kurtis bleeding like a stuck pig thirty seconds into this contest. Aries grabs a chair and blasts
Jono right in the face, knocking him down. Aries seems unhappy wrestling Jono, now he’s just slapping the back of his head! “How’s it feel to be the ‘loser’
Kurtis?” Aries just taunting Jono…

In the ring Chad is moving lightning-quick, jabbing and hitting Vincent with everything he’s got! Kurtis leaps off the top rope, SPRINGBOARD DROPKICK —
Vincent goes down at last! “The Show” doesn’t even waste time, he hits the ropes!

BEST!

MOONSAULT!

EVER!

ONE, TWO, BLACK KICKS OUT!

Chad rolls off as Black tries to get to his feet. He comes in for a CK FINALE — no dice! Black shows off his power and backdrops Chad up… but Chad
flips out and lands on his feet! Black turns around, SUPERKICK, that’s caught, Chad spun around TOEKICK. Black sets his man up for the NEW HOPE! FLIPS
CHAD UP —

CHAD COUNTERS BY FLIPPING OUT AND DROPKICKING VINCENT IN THE FACE! However, Duncan Aries has suplexed J-Kurt on the concrete and is heading back to the
ring. Kurtis with a series of blows, trying to knock down Black. Kurtis explodes off the ropes with a body press

CAUGHT.

SPINEBUSTER.

ONE, TWO, kick out!

Aries is back at ringside, he tosses the staple gun to Kurtis. Black grabs it…

KA-CHUNK

KA-CHUNK

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Staples right in the flesh of Chad Kurtis as the crowd winces! Aries has blood on his mind, he reaches under the ring and pulls out a table. He slides
that in, Vince taking the other end and setting it up in the corner. Meanwhile Aries is in the ring with a bag in either hand. He tosses one to the corner
as Black picks up Chad Kurtis…

Aries empties the bag.

THOUSANDS OF THUMBTACKS!

TWO-HANDED CHOKESLAM!

Chad Kurtis planted STRAIGHT into the tacks by Vincent Black! GOOD GOD. Black rolls away, he didn’t escape unscatched, but Aries gets the pin! ONE! TWO!
HOW THE HELL DID HE KICK OUT?

Aries lashes out with a martial arts kick on The Show, as Black gets back out. Black yells to Aries. Duncan shoves Chad into Vincent, who hooks his man
up for a SICK high angle belly to back suplex… assisted by Aries with a neckbreaker! Kurtis is covered, J-Kurt slowly crawling back to ringside!

ONE, TWO, KICK-OUT!

They can’t believe it! Black says enough of this shit and grabs Kurtis. He whips him into the corner table.. Chad tries to reverse! Black won’t go though,
so Chad hits him with an enziguri! Aries charges at Chad —

REVERSE STO!

BOTH MEN THROUGH THE TABLE… but Aries went FACE-first and took the worst of it! Meanwhile J-Kurt has gotten to the ringside, he’s digging under the ring
now? Kurtis trying to take advantage, almost fighting a one-man battle against the tag champs! He nails Black with a superkick, that staggers the big man.
Aries is still in the table wreckage as Chad gets behind Black…

STARMARKER

HOLY SHIT!

ONE, TWO, Black kicks out!

Chad rolls off, and J-Kurt yells BRO!

Oh my Gosh. Jonothan Kurtis has pulled out a LIGHT-TUBE AND BARBED WIRE COVERED TABLE. He’s set it up on the outside! J-Kurt rolls in, he and Chad pick
up Vincent Black… what the hell? They’re trying to SUPLEX THE BIG MAN OVER THROUGH THE TABLE! It’s not working, though, as Vincent reverses and suplexes
both men. Chad is down, but a bloody J-Kurt suddenly comes alive! Superkick to Black! Another! A THIRD! Black goes down! ROLLING THUNDER connects…

J-Kurt gets up, mugging for the crowd… and that’s a bad move.

Because Vincent Black is somehow, someway IMMEDIATELY up.

J-Kurt turns around — BOOT.

THE NEW HOPE THROUGH THE TABLE ON THE OUTSIDE. LIGHT TUBES EXPLODE AND BARB WIRE TEARS! Vincent Black stares down at the bloody, unconcious form of Jonothan
Kurtis… THE SHOW whips Black around! Unloading with righteous right hands on Vincent! He hits the ropes — ARIES. CHAIR SHOT TO THE BACK! Chad stumbles
forward as Aries quickly opens the chair up!

THE CULMINATION! THROUGH THE OPEN CHAIR!

Aries covers Chad ONE, TWO, THREE! It’s enough!

JENNY JERSEY: Your winners, and STILL REBEL Pro World Tag Team Champions… DUNCAN ARIES and VINCENT BLACK!

Aries and Black take their titles, as Chad Kurtis gave the fight of his life but could not overcome essentially a handicap match… and his little brother
is shredded on the outside. Here come the trainers to clean up this mess…

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“Screams of the Undead” oh yeah that song means the arrival of one man, former Rebel World Champ, former Rebel Tag Champ, and the man that is only one
certain win away from being the fourth Rebel Triple Crown winner…

JENNY JERSEY: Now introducing the former Rebel Pro Heavyweight Champion, he hails from Hollywood Florida, standing at six feet four inches and weighs in
at two hundred and forty-five pounds… THOMAS YOUNG!

The fans are giving Thomas Young much love as he makes his way to the ring and Thomas slides in under the bottom rope, springing to his feet and awaits
the arrival of Cuzin’ Zeke. Young doesn’t have to wait long as ‘The Theme to the Beverly Hillbillies’ hits the speakers and the crowd give a decent pop
as the Carolina Champion makes his way to the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: And introducing the Carolina Champion, he hails from Turkey Cross, Kentucky standing six feet six inches and weighs in at two hundred and
six-three pounds… CUZIN ZEKE.

ROB MARTINEZ: It seems that most of the fans have forgiven Cuzin Zeke for his FTC sins and are back on his side but I have to say Thomas Young seems to
be the fan’s favorite in this match up.

COREY TALOR: Who really gives a shit what these hillbillies think or who they like.

ROB MARTINEZ: These hillibillies as you call them are the way you have a paycheck.

COREY TAYLOR: So I have been informed

DING DING

Meanwhile inside the ring the action has already started as Zeke has taken a quick advantage using his strength as he has Young backed into the corner
hammering away at Young as the impact causes echoes throughout the crowd. Zeke is sending an early message that he plans on keeping the Carolina title
around his waist as he picks Young up and puts him across his shoulder and slams him into the turnbuckle. The fans are surpised by how fast of a start
Zeke gets Young in a bear hug as Young tries his best to get out of the painful hold.

ROB MARTINEZ: I must admit I am a little surpised at how fast Zeke has gotten on the attack here. I expect a back and forth match between these two.

COREY TAYLOR: I could careless, the fans here could careless or maybe it is I could careless about the fans. Anyway I would be at the snack bar if I wasn’t
told that I was no longer allowed to leave my position.

The ref is checking to see if Young is ready to give up but there is no quit in him as he continues to fight the pain finally he is able to knock the big
man off balance causing him to release the hold. Young falls to the mat but is quick to get back on his feet as Zeke goes for a clothesline but Young ducks
and slides to the mat taking Zeke’s feet out from under him. Both men are back to their feet quickly as the crowd is loving it as they go toe to toe with
each other. Zeke is trying to use his strength to his advantage again but Young manages to use it against him throwing him off balance and landing him
in the perfect position for a belly to belly suplex. The suplex took the wind out of both men as they have been going back and forth, back and forth but
Young seems to have came out on top as he climbs to the second turnbuckle and lands a elbow before making a quick cover as the ref makes the count…

ONE…

TWO…

No kick out with authority as Zeke just tosses Young off of him. Both men quickly back to their feet as they go toe and toe again as the crowd is on their
feet loving every minute of it. Zeke and Young continue to go back and forth both men giving it everything they got to walk away as the Carolina champion.
COREY TAYLOR: Damn can one of these idiot just pick up a freaking chair and end my misery by ending this match.

ROB MARTINEZ: Come on now Corey even you have to admit this is a classic match.

COREY TAYLOR: Boring that is what this match is. A waste of my time is what this match is. It almost makes me want to read Hogan’s autobiography.

ROB MARTINEZ: Whatever Corey you can say what you want but the fans sure are enjoying this match.

Zeke catches Young with a clothesline that knocks him to the mat and Zeke is quick to take advantage as he applies a cobra clutch but Young manages to
wiggle his way loose and once again both men find each other face to face going toe to toe and blow for blow. Zeke charges Youngs but Youngs side steps
the clothesline and surpises the champ with a ‘Young-cutter’ out of nowhere. This could be yet as Young makes the cover. The referee slides into position…
ONE….

TWO…

THR…

We have a new champ… no Zeke powers out once again. Young feels that the momentum is in his favor as he climbs to the top rope for a elbow drop but Zeke
is back on his feet and he catches, OMG, Zeke catches Young in the air and slams his body to the mat.

ROB MARTINEZ: OMG did you just see that. How is Young going to be able to get up from that.

COREY TAYLOR: Did I miss something?

ROB MARTINEZ: Never mind.

Zeke goes for the cover as the ref makes the count…

ONE…

TWO…

THR…

NO! Somehow Young manages to kickout! OMG! The fight continues as Young and Zeke are once again back on their feet. Both men tired! Both men breathing
heavily! Both men broken! But neither will give up. That is how bad they both want to walk away with the Carolina title and the fans are really getting
into it.

ROB MARTINEZ: Both men giving it their all here, either one could walk away with the title.

COREY TAYLOR: Wish they would already.

Collar and elbow but Zeke manages to throw a punch into the side of Young’s face backing him into the ropes. Young fires off the ropes with a right of
his own that backs Zeke up against the ropes and once again these two are trading blows in the center of the ring. Zeke’s size is starting to be a bit
of a disadvantage as he is wearing down a bit quicker than Young. Zeke throws a right hand and Young ducks under to spring off the middle rope with a kick
to the back of Zeke’s head that stumbles him into the center ring. Young hits the ropes again sending Zeke into the opposite ropes with a running knee
into his back. Young looks at Zeke.

ROB MARTINEZ: Shades of Death!

COREY TAYLOR: Oh, finally and I am impressed with that move.

Thomas hooks the leg to make the cover.

One.

Two.

Three.

DING! DING! DING! JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match and NEEEEEEW Rebel Pro Carolinas Champion… Thomas Young!

Young, who had been standing up, hits his knees as the referee hands him the title belt. Zeke pulls himself up, walking over to Thomas Young, he rips the
belt out of Young’s hands to look down at it. Young stands up, ready to fight Zeke off and regain his belt. Zeke looks up at the new Carolinas Champion
before holding up his hand and walking around to the back of Thomas Young. Zeke places the belt around Young’s waist, buckling the strap securely before
holding Young’s hand high in the air. Zeke rolls out of the ring and heads up the aisleway.

ROB MARTINEZ: What a show of sportsmanship from Zeke there.

COREY TAYLOR: He should have decked him.

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ROB MARTINEZ: Well folks, its time for the main event, for the coveted Rebel Pro World Championship.

COREY TAYLOR: You mean Larry Gordon sending some poor sap to the slaughter at the hands of our champ, right?

ROB MARTINEZ: Some may view it that way, but the challenger has really won over the fans in his stay here in Rebel Pro.

COREY TAYLOR: That’s because they see themselves in him, an ugly slob of a human being, ha!

JENNY JERSEY: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the Rebel Pro World Heavyweight Title!! Introducing first, the challenger…

“Eat It” by Weird Al fires up and through the curtain comes the rotund warrior known as Randy Richter. He’s wearing a black “Bigger And Badder In 2010”
t-shirt and shakes his hips and wiggles his belly for the fans who eat it up.

COREY TAYLOR: Our fans are not bright Rob, not at all. I mean, who cheers for such a gross looking specimen?

ROB MARTINEZ: Quite simply Corey, Randy is proof you don’t have to be the most appealing looking athlete and still reach the top of your profession.

COREY TAYLOR: So he encourages children and aspiring wrestlers to be obese fools? Fantastic.

JENNY JERSEY: From Charlotte, North Carolina, weighing in at 359lbs, he is RANDY RICHTER!!!

Randy enters the ring and jiggles his belly before taking off his shirt to reveal his traditional singlet. He tosses the shirt into the crowd and waits
in a corner, looking out from the ring in the direction of the curtain.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent…

As soon as “Heavy Metal Machine” by Smashing Pumpkins hits, before he even makes it out from the back, boos begin filling the air for our champion. He
flings the curtain back, the boos intensifying as he thrusts his arms to the air, both hand clasping tight his Rebel Pro World Title. Garbage like the
tops of plastic cups and half eaten containers of nachos fly, some hitting him in the back, but most just missing his face.

JENNY JERSEY: Hailing from the Seven Valleys, weighing in at 235lbs. he is the current Rebel Pro World Heavyweight Champion, MICHAEL MASSACRE!!!

With a look of disdain on his face for the fans as well as his opponent, Massacre slings his title belt over his right shoulder and finishes the rest of
his trek to the ring. In the ring, he shakes his head in disgust in Randy’s direction before scaling the near turnbuckle, once again declaring his supremacy
to the fans, who in reply yell at him and send some middle fingers his way. Massacre beats his chest a few times before his music fades.

ROB MARTINEZ: Our champion, as usual, not getting any love from the fans.

COREY TAYLOR: You think he cares? Not a chance. Besides, these fans are just jealous of the man’s success, because they know they’d never reach his level
of success if they were on our roster.

ROB MARTINEZ: Maybe, maybe not, but one thing is certain, despite his accolades, despite his intensity, Massacre is outweighed by over a hundred pounds
to his challenger.

Referee Alan Stone takes the World Title from Massacre, holding it up for both men to see, before then holding it up to the crowd, handing the belt to
the timekeeper, who hits the bell to signal the start to this match. The two men meet in the center of the ring, Massacre looking less than impressed with
his challenger. Richter does a dance, shaking his belly and stomping his feet, the crowd roaring with cheers and laughs. Richter then points to Massacre.
ROB MARTINEZ: It appears the challenger wants a dance off of sorts with the champion.

COREY TAYLOR: Oh come on, there’s no place for this nonsense in wrestling! I hope Massacre just ignores him. There’s no time for this.

Massacre nods his head and lets out a small chuckle, doing a dance that can best be described as a cross between Grandmaster Sexay and The Robot. Richter
smiles ear to ear and turns to the crowd, which is just enough time for Massacre to lay in a solid kick to the big man’s junk, bringing him to his knees,
major heat being radiated in the champ’s general direction.

COREY TAYLOR: HAHAHAHA! Oh my god! That was beautiful! It’s too bad Larry Gordon is too cheap and can’t afford instant replay on these monitors! Rob, I
think I’m going to piss my pants!

ROB MARTINEZ: Leave it to our “esteemed” champion to take what could have been a fun moment for the fans and turn it into dirty cheap shot!

Massacre mimics Richter and holds his own genitals, feigning howling in pain. He begins raining down shots on Richter’s head, even digging a thumb into
the big man’s left eye. Massacre wastes little time picking apart the larger Richter with Garvin like stomps to the legs of his opponent, as he then struggles
to lock in a Texas Cloverleaf. As it appears he’s going to roll Richter over, the big man uses his power to kick Massacre away. Richter rises slowly, using
the ropes for leverage, and Massacre is right there with some shots to the forehead. Seeing as its doing little effect, the champ hits the ropes and tries
a clothesline, Richter backing up a smidge. As Massacre hits the ropes again, we see a smile form on the face of the challenger, who catches Massacre and
drops him with a shattering spinebuster, driving all his weight down onto the #1 man in Rebel Pro.

COREY TAYLOR: That’s got to be like getting hit with a truck, and since its Richter, I’m going to add that its an ice cream truck!

ROB MARTINEZ: More importantly, that’s over 350 pounds crashing down onto the chest of the champion! I wonder if he’s got bruised ribs!

Richter rolls over and hooks Massacre’s leg for the cover.

ONE

TWO

Massacre kicks out at two. Richter brings Massacre to his feet but is met with a thumb to the same eye as before, followed by some kicks to the midsection.
Massacre, to the shock of fans, sets Richter up for what appears to be a powerbomb.

ROB MARTINEZ: I know the champion is a little off, but is he serious?!

COREY TAYLOR: Are you doubting the strength of our beloved champion?

To the amazement of everyone, Massacre gets the heavy Richter up, if only for a second, before gravity and weight laws take over and the enormous challenger
crashes down in a seated position on top of Massacre. Richter adds insult to injury by rubbing his big rump in the face of the hated champion, sending
the crowd into a frenzy. Richter gets up as Massacre, injured and embarrassed gasps for air, choking.

COREY TAYLOR: Are you thinking what I’m thinking Martinez?

ROB MARTINEZ: What’s that? A stupid move by Massacre trying to lift the challenger?

COREY TAYLOR: No, that fat ass farted in Michael’s face!

Massacre backs up into a corner, sitting down, Richter not far behind. Massacre is cornered, and he tries to use the ropes to climb up to higher ground,
but Richter backs up into him a few times. Slouched in the corner, Massacre looks out of it, to the delight of those in attendance. Richter backs up, and
like a freight train looking for the station runs across the ring, attempting to take out Massacre with a tribute to the late Umaga. Unfortunately, Massacre
rolls out of the ring, Richter crashing into the corner. Massacre sneaks up from behind and delivers a perfect low blow. He then hooks up Richter once
again for a powerbomb, giving the fans a double middle finger salute.

COREY TAYLOR: Yes! He’s got him this time!

Massacre once again gets Richter up in the air, but once again the weight of the larger challenger is too much and he comes crashing down on Michael, this
time Richter hooking both legs behind him for a pin.

ONE

TWO

THRE

Massacre just kicks out.

ROB MARTINEZ: We were just a half a second away from crowning a new champion!

COREY TAYLOR: Don’t be absurd Rob! That tub of lard, champion? Get real!

Richter drags Massacre into a corner and slowly begins climbing the ropes, the fans chanting the challenger’s name. Suddenly the cheers turn to boos as
Massacre’s boys Gabriel and Raphael make their way down the ramp, causing Richter to rethink his move.

ROB MARTINEZ: Now what are these two doing here? Can’t Michael Massacre, for all his talk, win this match without any help?

COREY TAYLOR: The only help those two are giving is moral support to their leader, nothing more.

ROB MARTINEZ: It sure doesn’t look that way, Gabriel on one side of the ring, Raphael behind Richter outside the ring. These two look ready to pounce.
Wait a second, here comes some help for the challenger!

Indeed, a stir in the crowd comes from the emergence of Thomas Young and Cuzin Zeke. They jump over the barricade and immediately dart in two separate
directions taking on Gabriel and Raphael. Pleased, Richter turns his attention back to Massacre, who unfortunately has been up for a few moments watching
the latest events go down, and he’s not unarmed.

WHACK!

A blast from a steel chair to one of Richter’s tree trunk legs. This is followed by two more equally devastating shots to the same leg, Richter howling
in pain. Massacre now looks to the same corner where Richter was set to climb and begins ascending it, steel chair still in hand. Massacre flies off, to
the dismay of Richter’s fans, crashing down with his body and steel chair to the chest of the challenger. Totally unnecessary, perhaps just to amuse himself
by humiliating the big man, Massacre goes for the cover, positioning his legs on the ropes for extra leverage.

ONE

TWO

THREE!

COREY TAYLOR: Yes! That’s the way champ!

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of this bout, and STILL Rebel Pro World Heavyweight Champion, MICHAEL MASSACRE!!!

ROB MARTINEZ: Michael Massacre almost lost his title twice in this match, and yet, due to the distraction of Revolutions and Revelations, his running buddies,
Michael Massacre is still the Rebel World Champion. (BLEEP) him! Now what is he up to?!

Michael still has that steel chair in hand and is whacking away at the right leg of Richter, time after time, the fans seemingly in shock as something
in the champion has snapped. Young and Zeke are still fighting Gabriel and Raphael in the crowd. Massacre has a sadistic and somewhat far away look in
his eye as he holds the chair one last time high in the air, crashing it down upon the leg of the fallen challenger. He tosses the chair violently to the
ground and picks up his World Title. He stands over the fallen Richter, his eyes closed, raising the title high in the air as the boos from the crowd are
deafening at this point, some fans even starting an “FU MICHAEL, FU MICHAEL” chant.

ROB MARTINEZ: Ladies and gentlemen, this is one of the most sickening displays I’ve ever seen here in Rebel Pro! Randy Richter is going to need medical
attention because of this…this madman we unfortunately have as our World Champion!

COREY TAYLOR: Unfortunately? I for one am proud to call this man our champion, and tonight, tonight he showed he’s sick and tired of facing chump challenger
after chump challenger. Larry Gordon thinks he’s funny having some fat, out of shape crowd pleasing hippo disgrace Michael Massacre’s legacy, disgrace
the World Title, well Michael showed just what he thinks of Larry Gordon’s joke.

ROB MARTINEZ: Like it or not, Michael Massacre is still our World Champ. For Corey Taylor, Jenny Jersey, and myself Rob Martinez… see you at Underground!
We are outta here!

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Credits

Michael Massacre(©) vs Randy Richter-Sir Nickolas

Duncan Aries/Vincent Black(©) vs Bluegrass Extreme-Ro the Crusader

Cuzin’ Zeke(©) vs Thomas Young-Kent the Legendary

Incredible Mack vs Marcus Marion-Bean the Plain

Matthew Kurtis vs Chris Casino-Brion the Extraoordinary

Nite Thyme vs Freak Show-Bean the Blind

Macculloch and Michael segment-Sean the Celtic/MJ the Brave

Aeolus Wrath segment-Sir Nickolas

J.T. Whiplash opening segment-Brody the Newcomer

MARCH MADNESS 03/02/2010

Grady Cole Center-Charlotte, NC

The arena is humming as the fans pack in, ready to see the hottest independent wrestling promotion on the East Coast!!!

As the seats fill up, a cheer rips through the crowd as Corey Taylor & Rob Martinez make their way out from the back slapping the outstretched hands of fans on their way to the ring. The pop for the REBEL announce team is nothing compared to the huge ovation Jenny Jersey gets when she saunters out from the back in a tight fitting dress.

A quick scan shows that only a handful of seats are empty (and those folks are no doubt at the merchandise table) and the announce team take their positions. Just as Jenny starts to walk up the ring steps she’s interrupted by…..

“Man it’s a hot one, like seven inches from the midday sun….”

“Smooth” by Santana w / Rob Thomas hits the speakers and the crowd erupt in boos for the duo that emerge from behind the curtain. Krusty Kid Paul & The REBEL Carolinas Champion Chris Casino, Dirty Money. KKP is dressed in his ring gear as Casino is decked out in an expensive suit. The Championship belt draped over a shoulder. The duo enter the ring, smile and even wave to the people who are giving them the finger and shouting obscenities at them.

Casino, complete with a microphone in his hand, smirks at the audience.

Casino: Yes, yes we love you guys too.

More boos, Dirty Money laps it up.

Casino: Now I know people are wondering why I’m not wrestling tonight. It’s simple really. I’m injured.

KKP hangs his head and wipes away an invisible tear.

Casino: Yes…I….(chokes up) Have a hang nail.

The boos intensify and KKP walks over and gets a ‘Bro Hug’ from his partner. We can see Casino mouth the words, “It’ll be okay.”

Casino: Never fear though, at High Stakes I will return and defend my Championship against whatever piece of trash they through at me. But belive it or not, we’re not out here to talk about my tragic and life threatening injury. No, we’re here on Dirty Money business. Tonight Chad Kurtis, a man I groomed and trained to hold both the NAPW & REBEL World Titles, will defend his title against Macculloch.

A pop for the mention of Kurtis. In fact a chant for the World Champ starts up…..Which is promptly ignored by Dirty Money.

Casino: Now myself and KKP have chatted and we’ve decided that whoever wins that match, whoever walks out the World Champion….Will become the NEW member of Dirty Money!!!

Some confused looks from the fans as they wonder if Kurtis is aware of this odd offer.

Casino: Rest assured, by the end of the night Dirty Money will have the REBEL World Championship in our little family! Thank you and please….Don’t eat the hot dogs. Food poisoning is a bitch.

“Smooth” plays as Dirty Money leave the ring leaving confused fans in their wake.


JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is set for one fall and is for the REBEL Pro Number One Contendership TrophyÖ Introducing firstÖ

“Screams of the Undead” cues up and the fans POP! YOUNG! YOUNG! YOUNG! YOUNG! YOUNG! YOUNG!

The fans erupt for the Triple Crown champion.

JENNY JERSEY: From Hollywood, Florida, he weighs in at two hundred and forty-five pounds… THOMAS YOUNG!

He emerges from the curtain, slapping his chest and slapping the hands of his fans before running to the ring and entering through the ropes.

My Michelleî by GNR plays over the P.A. system.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

JENNY JERSEY: He hails from Atlanta, GeorgiaÖ weighing in tonight at two-hundred and thirty-three poundsÖ accompanied to the ring by Nicole RhodesÖ the Number One Contender to any REBEL ChampionshipÖ The RevolutionaryÖ MARCUS MARION !

Marion emerges, staring cockily at the booing fans, Nicole Rhodes rubbing his shoulders at the entranceway before they slowly make their way down the aisle, exchanging ëpleasantriesí with the fans.

Marion scans the capacity crowd, his frost bite like glare almost gives you goosebumbs. After taking a second to look at Thomas Young, wanting to get the match underway, Marion grabs a mic, then begins to speak.

MARCUS MARION: (His index finger is pointed up, stopping Young from advancing on him) Young, not so fast. See, it’s in the Revolutionary’s lineage, his DNA to be a benevolent dictator. That being said, Christmas has come early to the Young household. For the first time in A LONG time, you won’t have to skewer, nor raid through any Hefty bags for any goodies. I’ve left the porch light on. I’ve thrown away all the traps. There’s no hidden goons under the ring, waiting to attack on my mark. This is as “honest” of an angle as you’ll ever get, at least from me. I’m offering you a one-man invite to the GREATEST giveaway in town.

The fans look on at each other, with puzzled looks on their faces

MARCUS MARION: It’s been real but, Young, after much deliberation I’m cashing in my beloved number one contenders trophy, simply because my eyes are on the sparrow, that is the World Heavyweight Title. You want that trophy behind the panel of glass? Go get it, it’s yours. But, however, be forewarned, when I take that belt from either Mac’s or Kurtis’ unfit waist at the next Underground, be smart, don’t come barking up my tree. Remember the T.L.C. I showed you when I gave you a reason to live.

The fans begin to boo, not liking the pompous, arrogant, blonde’s remarks regarding Young.

Now, since you seem to be so eager, you may approach.

Marion throws the mic, violently out of the ring, as Young approaches him to grapple.

DING DING

ROB MARTINEZ: The winner of this match will likely face Chad Kurtis or MacCulloch in the near future!

COREY TAYLOR: They might as well start calling that contender trophy the World Championship so long as Marcus Marion holds it. This guy is REVOLUTIONARY!

ROB MARTINEZ: Creative, Corey. Creative.

COREY TAYLOR: Oh, please. If his name was ìMarvelousî Marcus Marion, which is actually kind of catchy, Iíd STILL call him revolutionary. You know what, my vocabulary pisses you off! Youíre jealous! And you know what else, let me just say tható

ROB MARTINEZ: Shut up, Corey, the match is starting!

COREY TAYLOR: I know you are but what am I?

ROB MARTINEZ: That makes no sense!

COREY TAYLOR: Ödammit!

VINCENT BLACK: It is hilarious to listen to the two of you go at it like a pimp and his bitch.

Marion and Young circle each other. Finally a lock-up. Marion backs Young into the corner and releases him. Hard slap to the chest. Another! Marion turns around and raises his arms as if he had performed a 810 splash. Young capitalizes with forearm shots to the back. Sends him off of the ropes. Marion ducks a clothesline. Off of the opposite ropesÖ Young catches him with a hiptoss. Marion quickly to his feet only to be whipped again. Hiptoss againóblocked! Marion with a hiptoss of his own! Marion runs off of the ropes, jumps over Young, off of the opposite ropes. Young rises and hits him with an arm-drag takedown which he turns into an Indian armlock. Marion looks frustrated, unsure how he ended up mid-ring

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with his arm bending in three different directions. Marion slowly gets to his feet, bringing Young with him. Clothesline to Young, ducked. Young hooks a waistlock. Marion with a back kick to Youngís no-no spot! The fans boo as Marion declares: ìThatís it! No more fooling around! That title is as good as mine!î

Marion spits in Youngís face. Young looks pissed! He charges at Marion who hits him with a drop toe hold into a half crab! Marion reaches out and grabs Nicoleís hand which helps him apply even more pressure on Young! Marion releases her hand and reduces the amount of pressure, basically sitting on Young. ìThis man was your world champion?î he asks the booing crowd. ìThis amateur?î Young kicks his leg back sending Marion to the ground.

ROB MARTINEZ: Marion needs to take Young more seriously. Youngís resume is a lot more impressive than Marionís; heís held every title in REBEL Pro for Chrissakes!

COREY TAYLOR: Itís all part of his plan. Youíre so simple, Rob.

VINCENT BLACK: Rob isn’t as complex as being simple.

Young climbs to his feet to the cheers of the fans. Marion looks confused. Young with a lariat, ducked. Marion applies a waistlock, reversed. Marion elbows his way out of Youngís waistlock. Marion runs off of the ropes, Young catches him with a belly-to-bellyÖ no! Reversed into a neckbreaker! Young climbs to his feet, holding his neck, only to be dropkicked down! Marion pushes him into the corner, whips him across the ring. Runs in for a splashóYoung gets a foot up! Young runs in for a bulldog but Marion throws him! Young stands up only to be hit with a æ running facelock! Cover!

One!

Two!

Thókickout!

Marion looks frustrated. He picks Young up and snapmares him over. Off of the ropesÖ dropkick to the back of the head! He goes up to the second turnbuckleÖ flying elbow drop! Cover!

One!

Two!

Thrókickout!

Marion argues with the referee, telling him itís a three-count, not a four-count and that his arithmetic skills are pitiful. Marion picks Young up. Snap suplex! And a Sharpshooter! Young is fighting it, trying to crawl to the ropes, but he is unable to. Marion cinches, again grabbing Nicoleís hand to apply as much pressure as possible. Finally Young is able to push his legs back, sending Marion flying through the ropes into Nicole! Marion stands up, berating Young for ìhitting a girl!î He helps Nicole to his feet. Young with a plancha! But Marion moves Nicole out of the way and Young hits the guardrail!

HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

ROB MARTINEZ: Weíre not used to seeing Thomas Young fly through the air like thatÖ but the contendership is on the line! What a risky move!

COREY TAYLOR: Stick to the ground, Thomas. Maybe now youíll learn your lesson!

VINCENT BLACK: I doubt it, someone that thick rarely learns their lesson.

Young grabs the back of his knee which apparently caught the brunt of the impact. Marion laughs as Young hollers in pain. The referee asks Young if he wants to stop the match but he shakes his head no. To which Marion rolls him into the ring, then goes outside the ring postÖ Figure Four Leglock around the ring post! Young is in an incredible amount of pain! He is freaking out, refusing to tap, but he is flopping around like a fish out of water! Finally Marion relents but Young cannot even stand. He uses the ropes to pull himself up then immediately falls back down. Marion walks over to the timekeeperís table and shines his contender trophy, then re-enters the ring.

Cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

NO!

Kickout! Marion canít believe it.

ROB MARTINEZ: No offense to Marion, but if Young wouldnít tap out before, why wouldnít he kickout of a pinfall attempt?

COREY TAYLOR: Who the hell asked your advice? He has a manager and her name is Nicole Rhodes. And I love her!

VINCENT BLACK: Yeah Rob, shut up before I punch you in the mouth.

ìJust give up, you idiot!î Marion yells. Figure four in the middle of the ring. Young flops around again, helpless.

His squirming slows down.

The referee raises his arm.

Once.

Twice.

Thróno! X-Pac revival!

ROB MARTINEZ: Thomas Young is risking his career right now! He is too young for this!

COREY TAYLOR: Pun intended?

ROB MARTINEZ: NO!

VINCENT BLACK: Rob is too dumb to make a pun.

But it is short livedÖ his eyes close.

The referee raises his arm.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

JENNY JERSEY: And your winner

Nicole Rhodes grabs the microphone out of Jennyís hand. She gives Jenny a nasty look then looks out at the crowd, seemingly loving the boos.

NICOLE RHODES: The winner of the match, as if there was ever ANY doubt, the NEXT REBEL World Heavyweight ChampionÖ the REVOLUTIONARYÖ MARCUS MARION!

Nicole raises Marionís arm into the air as officials check on Thomas Young and prepare to help him to the back. Thomas limps down the aisle, limping heavily on his left leg and barely able to walk.

VINCENT BLACK: I think Young may have a torn ligament.

ROB MARTINEZ: Got experience with those don’t you?

COREY TAYLOR: I’d watch it Rob.

VINCENT BLACK: Agreed Corey, Rob watch it or you’ll be looking down over your own back.


“I’m A Rebel” hits up in the speakers and the crowd gives a mixed reaction for the Rebel Pro Owner, Larry Gordon. Larry walks down the aisleway, shaking a few hands before he steps up the ring steps and into the ring. Leaning his big bulk over the top rope, he gets the microphone from Jenny Jersey and brings it up to his lips.

LARRY GORDON: “Hello Rebel Pro fans!”

Still a mixed reaction, Gordon looks a bit perplexed before a smile crosses his face. It is a knowing smile, a bit regretful, but still there.

LARRY GORDON: “I know you, or most of you, aren’t happy with what I did last show with allowing Yung Mula to run High Stakes…”

He looks at the crowd.

LARRY GORDON: “But it isn’t something I wanted to do, but something that I absolutely have to do. After I get through speaking now I’m heading on a flight to see my grandma who is getting progressively worse by the hour.”

The crowd hushes, they had no idea that she was that bad off. Larry gets a bit choked up.

LARRY GORDON: “The doctors say that she might not even be there when I arrive so I’ve got to cut this short and catch my flight.”

The crowd is still hushed.

LARRY GORDON: “But for a bit more bad news.”

The crowd is still hushed.

LARRY GORDON: “Unfortunately the World Title Grudge Match will not be taking place tonight as planned because of Chad Kurtis’ injury up in NAPW.”

Another reason for this crowd to hate NAPW as they begin to boo heavily at NAPW not Larry Gordon.

LARRY GORDON: “Now they are a talented bunch, but facts are facts. However…”

The crowd falls silent, waiting.

LARRY GORDON: “As my last official act before I leave I have signed a particular match for High Stakes.”

The crowd is on the edge of their seats.

LARRY GORDON: “Chad Kurtis will be defending his Rebel Pro World Championship against Macculloch at High Stakes in a match for all of you fans. Anyone with a ticket to this show will receive tickets for the High Stakes show at half price!”

The crowd loves him again, they just love him.

LARRY GORDON: “With that said, I have to leave and may you enjoy High Stakes.”

The crowd, as one, sands up clapping for Larry Gordon.

CROWD: “Get Well Soon! Get Well Soon! Get Well Soon! Get Well Soon!”

Larry looks around, slapping a few hands as he exits the arena to “I’m A Rebel”


JENNY JERSEY: The following match is set for one fall with a fifteen minute time limit and is for the Rebel Pro Tag Team Championships…

“Bedrock” by Young Money hits up and the crowd gives their mixed reaction. Some feel that Yung Mula did a dirty thing to Larry Gordon, but ninety percent of the crowd think the two of them helped out a desperate man.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing the challengers, at a total combined weight of five hundred and five pounds, Jer$ey and Mack… YUNG MULA!

Jer$ey and Mack glad hand a few hands before stepping inside the ring and waiting on the bell to ring.

COREY TAYLOR: I swear Rob, if you sing I’ll knock your teeth down your throat

VINCENT BLACK: True because Rob, thinking about you making anyone’s bed rock is the best diet plan since I walked in on Bubba J that time.

ROB MARTINEZ: Huh? What?

“Shallow Bay” by Breaking Benjamins hits the speakers as the crowd gives no reaction until they realize it is the Rebel Pro Tag Team Champions, Duncan Aries and Justin Moreno. Both men walk down to the ring, glad anding fans as they come down.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing the Rebel Pro Tag Team Champions, at a total combined weight of four hundred and fifty pounds… Duncan Aries and Justin Moreno… GENERATION NOW!

Duncan slides under the bottom rope as Justin flips over into the ring.

DING DING

Justin circles around Jer$ey in the center of the ring, both teams doing their best to respect each other in the early going at least. Both teams enjoy the fans, the fans enjoy both teams, well for the most part anyways. The fans still aren’t happy with Yung Mula, but why give up so much money for nothing? Exactly, you’d do the same thing. Justin and Jer$ey go in for a lockup, Justin leaps into mid-air from a flat footed stance, over Jer$ey, dropkick to his back sends Jer$ey into the ropes. Justin rushes over as Jer$ey rebounds, shoulder into the midsection catches Jer$ey off-guard.

ROB MARTINEZ: Justin’s debut here in Rebel Pro is working out so far.

COREY TAYLOR: Who cares?

VINCENT BLACK: I sure don’t.

Justin reaches out tagging in Duncan Aries who steps through the ropes. Duncan with a swinging neckbreaker off the ropes takes Jer$ey down onto the mat as Justin hops over the top rope. Duncan begins to stomp away on Jer$ey with ferocity until he pulls him up to a vertical base. Irish whip into the ropes, but Jer$ey stops his momentum by grabbing the top rope before reaching to tag in Mack. The big man steps over the top rope, glaring down at Duncan Aries.

COREY TAYLOR: Duncan is gonna get killed.

ROB MARTINEZ: By whom?

VINCENT BLACK: Me when I can return.

Duncan doesn’t back down from the challenge, begging Mack to bring any thing he thinks he needs. Mack walks over, asking for a test of strength, Duncan obliges. Duncan and Mack lock hands, but Duncan beats Mack to the punch with a toe kick into his ribs sending Mack over to one side. Duncan still holds onto the hand, kicking again with harder force that doubles Mack over further, Duncan with a thigh kick sends Mack down to one knee. Duncan yanks down on the arm, trying to pull the shoulder out of its socket as he reaches back for a tag from Moreno. Justin makes the tag, hopping up to the top turnbuckle. Duncan brings Mack to a kneeling position, his back up towards the lights. Justin lands with a double foot stomp on Mack, leaping back up quickly(from Mack’s back) to deliver a dropkick right i nto Jer$ey’s face that sends him out of the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: What agility from Moreno.

COREY TAYLOR: Show off.

VINCENT BLACK: Why don’t you marry Justin since you are so infatuated with his agility?

Justin into the ropes, baseball slide right into Mack’s face rolls him over onto his back, facing the lights now. Justin pulls Mack up to a kneeling position, swift series of kicks to the head daze Mack and the challengers aren’t looking so hot in the early going. Justin looks over to Jer$ey, who is climbing back to the ring apron. Mack is down on one knee, Justin hits the ropes, shining wizard to Mack takes him back down on the canvas. The Tag Team Champions are looking like a team should in a tag team match as they have totally dominated Yung Mula here in this match. Justin goes for the cover.

ROB MARTINEZ: Here we go.

VINCENT BLACK: Does this guy ever shut up?

COREY TAYLOR: Talk about his mama and he’ll get quiet as a church mouse.

Jer$ey with the save pulls Justin’s leg taking him off of Mack, but here comes Duncan into the squared circle. Duncan and Jer$ey lock up horns in the center of the ring where they begin to exchange

blows. The sound of flesh meeting flesh resounds all the way into the tenth row before Duncan is able to boot Jer$ey in the gut and send him down with a DDT. Duncan turns around, Mack is getting back up, throwing fists into Justin’s face backing the much smaller man up against the ropes. Duncan rushes over, turning Mack around, catching him off-guard. Justin rushes around. Mack is whipped into the ropes, Justin follows quickly after him. Mack rebounds, Duncan hits the ropes, Justin avoids the desperation clothesline from Mack to rebound behind him. Justin hits a chopblock as Duncan leaps with a spear.

ROB MARTINEZ: The Car Wreck!

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah, that is what this team is.

VINCENT BLACK: I couldn’t agree more.

ROB MARTINEZ: Culture Shock!

Duncan hooks the leg for the cover, remember in Rebel it doesn’t matter who is considered to be the legal man because there are no rules.

One…

Two…

Three.

DING! DING! DING!

JENNY JERSEY: Winners of the match and STIIIIIIIIIL Rebel Pro Tag Team Champions…. the team of Duncan Aries and Justin Moreno…. Generation Now!

Two men hop the barricade, it is Chris Casino and Krusty Kid Paul, lead pipes in their hands. The crowd begins to boo heavily so Duncan and Justin assume it is them they are booing at and as they go to turn to receive their belts… Casino and KKP slam their heads with the lead pipes sending them down to the mat with hard shots. Justin lands in front of Paul as Casino stands over Aries, both members of Dirty Money have sick smiles of triumph on their faces. Paul steps through the ropes, retrieving the Rebel Pro Tag Team Championship belts before he steps back into the ring. Paul hands one to Casino, who stares down at the gold before he drops it on Duncan’s face; Paul does the same to Moreno. Krusty Kid Paul has gotten a microphone from somewhere and stares down at Moreno.

KRUSTY KID PAUL: Welcome to my world… bitch!

With that, Dirty Money exits the ring, triumph on their faces, boos in their ears, and the Tag Team Champions’ numbers.

ROB MARTINEZ: Totally uncalled for.

COREY TAYLOR: Totally brilliant.

VINCENT BLACK: Totally hilarious and well deserved.


Jenny Jersey: The next match is scheduled for one fall.

ìLead into Demiseî by Kingdom of Sorrow blares over the P.A. system as Johnny Maverick walks out from behind the curtain to a moderate response from the crowd.

Rob Martinez: Well it seems that the crowd may have warmed up to Maverick since his last stint here in REBEL Pro.

Corey Taylor: Well theyíve never had any taste so I donít see why now should be any different.

Jenny Jersey: Introducing first from Washington D.C. weighing in at two-hundred twenty five pounds, Johnny Maverick!

Johnny slides into the ring to await his opponent. Kingdom of Sorrow is replaced by Superjoint Ritualís ìDress Like a Targetî as Krusty Kid Paul makes his entrance with a steel chair in hand. The sight of the weapon elicits a much larger pop from the crowd as they can feel this match is going to be violent. The steel chair also prompts Maverick to grad himself a weapon as well; in this case a crutch offered by a member of the crowd.

Corey Taylor: Oh I think business is about to pick up here tonight.

Rob Martinez: What, couldnít think of something original to say?

Corey Taylor: He stole that line from me!

VINCENT BLACK: I’ve watched Johnny over in PWA and this guy can get as hardcore as they come.

Jenny Jersey: And introducing his opponent, weighing in at two-hundred forty pounds; from Kitchener Ontario, Krusty Kid Paul!

Paul climbs up the steps and into the ring. Jimmy Johnson calls for the bell as KKP and Maverick slowly circle each other, waiting for the opportunity to strike. Johnny takes a wide swing with his crutch, ducked by KKP who in turn throws his chair at Maverick. Maverick side steps the chair but gets nailed by a dropkick. Both men quickly back to their feet but now weaponless. Johnny with a sudden charge towards Krusty who dodges a clotheslineÖ and hits a swinging neck breaker!

Rob Martinez: A beautiful counter by Krusty Kid Paul as Johnny goes down hard early in the match.

Paul grabs the chair and brings it down across the back of Maverickís neck as he tries to get back to his feet. A quick cover by KKP and a kick out by Maverick at one and a half. KKP quick to press the advantage picks up Maverick for a Bottle OpenerÖ Johnny counters with a mule kick to the groin of Paul. Maverick grabs the chair and brings it down on the head of his opponent. Paul gets back to his feet only to be sent right back down with another chair shot to the skull. Somehow Paul stays on his feet as he tries to shake off the blow. Another chair shot, this one busting him open but still not bringing him down. Maverick drops the chair and plants him with a DDT onto the discarded weapon. Johnny covers PaulÖ

OneÖ

TwoÖ

Kickout by KKP!

VINCENT BLACK: Bet those nuts are hurting something painful.

ROB MARTINEZ: Vincent, you can’t say things like that.

COREY TAYLOR: Are you gonna stop him?

Maverick goes to grab the crutch and walks back over to Krusty who just took a pair of brass knuckles out of his tights. Johnny swings the weapon down across the back of Paul who takes the blow before launching a haymaker to the jaw of Maverick. Johnny goes down hard from the brass knuckled fist of Krusty Kid Paul. Paul smiles at the crowd before picking Johnny up by the hair and whipping him into the turnbuckle. Paulie follows with a hard lariat before tying Maverick in the Tree of Woe. Krusty grabs the arm of JohnnyÖ Crack Rock Steady! Maverick lets out a cry of pain as Paul hangs of the apron with the cross-arm applied. Jimmy Johnson is trying to convince KKP to let the hold go but Paul seems to be out to break Mavericks arm here tonight. Finally, after about two straight minutes KKP drops the hold and rolls back into the ring. He picks Maverick back up and goes for a suplexÖ No, Maverick somehow turns it into The Perfect Armbar! KKP screams against the pain as his arm bends almost to the point of snapping. Jimmy Johnson in position to see If KKP taps out but Paul is showing his tenacity and refusing to give into the pain. Paul is however starting to fade fast as he stops struggling.

VINCENT BLACK: This match isn’t as hardcore as I thought it would be… maybe I should help them out a bit.

ROB MARTINEZ: Let them fight among themselves.

COREY TAYLOR: Again ask, are you gonna stop him?

Jimmy lifts his arm into the air and lets it fall

OneÖ

He lifts it again.

TwoÖ

One more time and itís over.

No! Paul keeps his arm from hitting the ground for a third time and begins pulling himself in search of the ropesÖ and he finds them. Maverick releases the arm bar and picks Paul up for the ABM… and he hits it!

OneÖ

TwoÖ

ThreeÖ

NO, NO, NO, KKP gets his shoulder up! Johnny Maverick is beside himself as he argues with Jimmy Johnson about a slow count but the official is sticking to his call. Kkp is slowly getting back to his feet; Maverick turns back to KrustyÖ Krusty with a boot to Johnnyís mid-sectionÖ K-CUTTER OUT OF NOWHERE! Krusty Kid Paul makes the coverÖ

OneÖ

TwoÖ

ThreeÖ!

Krusty as his arms in the air but Jimmy Johnson is calling it off. Johnny had is foot on the rope. Krusty is yelling at the ref saying that he made the count but Johnson isnít backing down. Krusty goes back to Maverick and sets him up for the Krusty BombÖ No, Maverick reverses itÖ ABM onto the steel chair! The coverÖ

OneÖ

TwoÖ

ThreeÖ

Thatís it. Itís over.

Ding, ding, ding

Jenny Jersey: And here is your winner; Johnny Maverick!

VINCENT BLACK: Told you all that these two were tough as nails.

COREY TAYLOR: It took two ABMs from Johnny to put KKP away.

ROB MARTINEZ: Give it to Paul…

VINCENT BLACK: Shut up Rob.

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah Rob, know your role.


ROB MARTINEZ: Welcome folks, to our main event for the evening.

COREY TAYLOR: I still can’t believe Zeke is finding people to team with his smelly ass.

VINCENT BLACK: He does smell like a hog pen.

ROB MARTINEZ: You can say whatever you want about Zekeís hygiene, but no one can discount his heart and determination.

COREY TAYLOR: So itís ok that he smells like sweaty sheep?

ìThe Odditiesî by ICP blares through the arena, the crowd giving The Freak Show a mixed reaction, though with their opponents tonight, the boos seem a bit heavy. The Freak is in front of Shut Down, who lumbers to the ring behind his smaller tag partner.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, weighing in at a combined 500lbs, The Freak, Shut Down, they are THE FREAK SHOW!!!

The Freak brandishes a sinister smile as he surveys the crowd, hopping onto the apron, entering the ring. Shut Down steps over the ropes after him and the two look focused and ready for their match.

COREY TAYLOR: These two guys right here Martinez, next tag champs, mark my words.

ROB MARTINEZ: Maybe, maybe not, so far the Freak Show has shown they can beat, well, doppelgangers of the recent tag champs. Whoever wins this one though, could be a serious contender to the champs.

VINCENT BLACK: Rob, I didn’t appreciate that comment.

ìSimple Manî by Lynyrd Skynyrd blares as the crowd in audience rise to their feet with a big pop for a true Rebel favorite in J.T. Whiplash. He emerges from behind the curtain, wearing his usual Rebel Pride gear, complete with big Confederate flag he waves to the crowd. JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, from Paint Rock, Tennessee, weighing in at 245lbs. he is J.T. WHIPLASH!!!!!!!

He sees signs that read ìKill Aeolusîand ìFeel J.T.ís Wrathî and he nods with approval. He waits by the curtain, his flag over his shoulder.

ROB MARTINEZ: And here comes who many feel is the soul of Rebel Pro.

COREY TAYLOR: If thatís the case, Iíd rather we have no soul at all!

VINCENT BLACK: An inbred soul, really Rob? Is that what you want?

ìBeverly Hillbillies Themeî by Flatts and Scruggs plays as the fans give a respectful roaring pop to the emerging Cuziní Zeke. He shakes hands with Whiplash and then turns his glance to the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: And his tag team partner, from Turkey Cross, Kentucky, weighing in at 263lbs. he is CUZINí ZEKE!!

The duo make their way down the aisle, Whiplash entering through the ropes and Zeke sliding under the ropes in his overalls and

bright red shirt underneath. Whiplash waves his flag proudly as The Freak Show talk strategy in their corner, Zekeís music fading out.

ROB MARTINEZ: What a team Whiplash and Zeke make, almost a dream team of sorts for our Rebel fans!

COREY TAYLOR: So what? Are you and our brain dead fans suggesting these two idiots get married and make babies even uglier than they are? Sheesh!

VINCENT BLACK: Rob just likes him some of that kinda loving.

Referee Jimmy

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Johnson calls for the bell and we are underway, as The Freak waits anxiously in his corner, ready to pounce at any moment, Whiplash speaks to Zeke who nods and takes his place on the apron. Whiplash rubs his hands together, then claps them together, as the fans stomp their feet and clap along with him as he moves in on The Freak, who begins circling the wily veteran. The Freak lunges in with some swift kicks to the left leg of Whiplash, followed by a nice kick to the gut doubling J.T. over. The Freak hits the ropes and tries for a clothesline, Whiplash ducking and firing off some jabs to his smaller opponent. The Freak staggers back and Whiplash fires off some more shots to the temple, then spins and hits a haymaker knocking The Freak to the mat. The Freak gets right back up and runs right into a stiff lariat from Whiplash almost taking the speedsterís head off, the crowd cheering on the Paint Rock, Tennessee native.

ROB MARTINEZ: Whiplash showing this old dog still has teeth.

COREY TAYLOR: Weíre still early here Martinez. Freak Show has a plan to put that old dog down for good.

VINCENT BLACK: I didn’t think either Zeke or Whiplash had teeth.

Whiplash clenches his right fist tight, ready to fire off another shot, bringing The Freak to his feet, when he is countered with a rake to the eyes, the fans booing The Freak for his antics. The smaller man fires off some rapid kicks and punches knocking Whiplash to the mat. He then slides under the ropes to the outside.

ROB MARTINEZ: Youíd think after a display of moves like that, The Freak would stay on his opponent. What is he doing now?

COREY TAYLOR: Oh he knows exactly what heís doing, just watch and learn Martinez!

VINCENT BLACK: I’ve got a feeling Freak is getting hardcore here.

Freak looks under the ring and pulls out a ladder, sliding it into the ring, the fans giving him a nice pop for adding such a deadly element to the match. As Whiplash gets to his feet, The Freak swings up with the ladder, catching Whiplash in the gut. The Freak follows it up by crashing down on the back of Whiplash with the ladder. Kicking the ladder aside, Freak goes for the cover on Whiplash, turning him over for the pin.

ONE!

TWO! And Zeke, to the delight of the crowd breaks up the pin.

ROB MARTINEZ: Thatís right Zeke, this match shouldnít end that way.

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah idiot, keep the punishment to your partner going, be our guest!

Before Zeke can exit the ring, Shut Down charges the ring and levels Zeke with a big boot knocking him to the outside. Shut Down steps over the ropes to the outside, continuing his assault on Zeke with stomps. In the ring The Freak grabs Whiplash and tosses him into the ring post shoulder first, then dumps the veteran to the outside.

ROB MARTINEZ: The action spilling to both sides of the ring, Shut Down and Zeke trading blows, and, hey what is The Freak planning?

VINCENT BLACK: Whatever it is, as long as it hurts that old fossil, Iím game!

COREY TAYLOR: Good and right Vincent.

The Freak slams Whiplashís skull off the announce table. He unhooks one of the monitors, smashing it across J.T.ís face. Whiplash is on dream street it seems, as The Freak removes the second monitor.

ROB MARTINEZ: Hey! Somebody stop this!

COREY TAYLOR: Donít listen to this sour puss Freak, go for it!

VINCENT BLACK: If only Bubba J and myself could face The Freak Show, we’d show them some Hardcore Entertainment.

The Freak delivers some solid shots to the temple of J.T., a small trickle of blood opening up on the veteranís forehead. Draping J.T. on the table, he goes to enter the ring, the fans popping as he ascends the top rope.

ROB MARTINEZ: No! Stop this! J.T. isnít moving!

COREY TAYLOR: Screw that, who cares, deliver the death blow!

The Freak leaps off as cameras flash, but at the last moment, J.T. moves off the table, The Freak crashing through the announce table, flattening it, and himself, seemingly, in the process.

COREY TAYLOR: Damn it! The old bastard moved! Are you ok Freak?

ROB MARTINEZ: Good lord! The Freak is out cold!

VINCENT BLACK: Hahahahahahahahahahaha

On the other side of the ring, Zeke slams Shut Downís head into the steel steps. Whiplash enters the ring as Zeke rolls the big Shut Down into the ring. Whiplash climbs the top rope and leaps off.

ROB MARTINEZ: The Rebel Yell!

Whiplash gets up and points to Zeke who is on the top rope, leaping off with a splash of his own.

COREY TAYLOR: That stinky hillbilly can fly?

VINCENT BLACK: There are some flies around him.

ROB MARTINEZ: The Mudpuddle! Zeke goes for the cover. One! Two! Three!

VINCENT BLACK: Damn it!

The crowd pops big time for the duo, as Jimmie Johnson raises the arms of Whiplash and Zeke.

JENNY JERSEY: The winners of this bout-

Over the PA system, Jen is interrupted by the loud and obnoxious sound of someone clearing their throat.

AEOLUS WRATH:ìTake a break sweet cheeks, Iíll handle this one.î

The fans instantly recognize the voice of Aeolus Wrath as he emerges from behind the curtain, a mic in his hand, wearing his usual attire of black windbreaker pants and dark purple windbreaker hoodie, the hood pushed back, his jet black hair spiked back.

AEOLUS WRATH: The winners of this match, with the total combined IQ of 6, CUZIN ZEKE, and the man I will destroy at High Stakes, give it up folks, take your pictures now, because this could be the last time you see him on his own two feet, J.T. WHIPLASH!!!

Zeke looks unimpressed, as Whiplash glares back at Wrath, daring him to come to the ring. Wrath just looks back at J.T. with a sinister smile.

COREY TAYLOR: Ha! The best ring announcing job ever, I think Wrath did better than Jenny!

VINCENT BLACK: But he doesn’t look better.

ROB MARTINEZ: Wrath continues to push the buttons of Whiplash, and I for one canít wait for this young man to get whatís coming to him! For Corey Taylor, this is Rob Martinez saying goodnight folks!

VINCENT BLACK: And I must be just a near seven foot mass of bologna.

The last thing we see is the sly grin of Wrath before fading to the Rebel Pro logo.


Credits

Freak Show vs Cuzin’ Zeke & J.T. Whiplash – Nick
Generation Now vs Yung Mula – Bean

Marcus Marion vs Thomas Young – MJ

KKP vs Johnny Maverick – Brad

Dirty Money Segment – Brion the Sexy

Larry Gordon segment – Bean