5150 – 07/10/2007

5150
07/10/2007
It’s 6:30 and REBEL is about to make it’s debut in Greenville, North Carolina. We’re at the Sports Connection, a huge building that houses everything from
swimming pools to weight rooms, but it’s in the gymnasium that we find ourselves. The ring has been set up and people are already sitting along ringside.
Rob Martinez & Jenny Jersey are doing a interview with the local paper and we see Matthew Kurtis, Warren & Manny X signing autographs at the merchandise
table. The DVDS are going fast, the first five shows along with the first NAPW/REBEL supershow are all available for the low price of $20. We see FEAR
come out from the back and he’s swarmed by young kids who want his autograph. Matthew Kurtis suddenly stands from his seat and makes his way over to the
man known as FEAR. Kids are shoved aside as “The Angry American” gets into the face of Fredrick Eglasies Armand-Romano.

FEAR: You would like an autograph as well my friend?

MATTHEW KURTIS: No, I’m just here to let you in on a little secret.

FEAR: Let me guess senor, you are my biggest fan?

MATTHEW KURTIS: No you stupid little man. I’m here to tell you that tonight, there is no way you’re walking out of here with my brothers title.

FEAR: Is that a fact amigo?

MATTHEW KURTIS: You’re damn straight. I watched you drag the names of The Bluegrass Mafia through the mud and I’m here to tell ya, sometime, somewhere….I’m
gonna make you pay for what you said.

Matthew turns, nearly steps on a five year old boy and makes his way back to the merchandise table. What a dick.

FEAR: We shall see amigo, we shall see.

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

They’re in the Greenville Sports Connection watching REBEL action!

“Killing In The Name Of…” by Rage Against The Machine hits the speakers and Martinez and Jersey climb into the ring. Jersey as always gets her share of
wolf whistles while Rob, well Rob has the microphone.

ROB MARTINEZ: Greenville, are you ready for some wrestling!

The 250 fans that have packed into the gymnasium give him a huge pop!

ROB MARTINEZ: In that case…Let REBEL reign!!!

Another pop as Martinez hands off the microphone to Jenny and then climbs out of the ring.

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JENNY JERSEY: The first match of the evening is scheduled for one fall and it is a three way dance!

The band Perfect Circle hits the speakers and the fans start in with the boos.

JENNY JERSEY: Coming to the ring first, he hails from Chicago Illinois and weighs 230 pounds…Vicious!!!

Vicious minus his manager Dead End, heads down to ringside glaring at the fans. The camera picks up a male fan holding up a sign that reads “Vicious is
Delicious!”

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent….

“Miseria Cantare – The Beginning” by AFI finds its way on the speakers and the fans explode!

JENNY JERSEY: He hails from Los Angeles California and weighs in at 232 pounds…Manny X!!!

Manny emerges from the back to a nice pop from the Greenville crowd. He’s toting a chair with him and looks ready to use it first chance he has.

JENNY JERSEY: And finally…

“Grotans Barn” by Finntroll blasts through the speaker system and all eyes turn to the biggest man in REBEL.

JENNY JERSEY: He hails from Finland and weighs in at 320 pounds…Mr. Berserker!!!

Berserker stands at ringside and listens as his manager Ian Smith tries to give him some pointers. Berserker looks board though and slides into the ring!
The referee quickly calls for the bell and this three way dance has begun!

ROB MARTINEZ: Get out of there Jenny! Jesus, that Berserker guy is about as stable as Rosie O’ Donnell!

Manny X charges Berserker with his chair raised high, but takes a huge boot to the face that drops him like a bad habit! Vicious charges in and gets taken
up into the lights with a high back body drop! Berserker slowly turns around, waits for Vicious to pull himself up to his feet and then clotheslines the
man over the top rope! Manny is getting up as well and Berserker drives a knee into the side of his head. The fans watch in awe as this huge man stalks
the ring like an animal. Vicious has climbed up onto the ring apron and Berserker grabs him and simply hurls him back into the ring. Berserker grabs Manny,
then Vicious and knocks their heads together getting a nice pop from the crowd! Berserker drags Manny off the mat, shoots him into the ropes and almost
takes his head off with a clothesline! Vicious is trying to get to his feet when he’s grabbed from behind by the huge 6’11 monster. Berserker gorilla presses
Vicious above his head and then simply drops him on top of Manny X! Vicious rolls off of Manny and Mr. Berserker looks almost pleased with his destruction.
On the outside, Ian Smith is yelling something to his “client” and Berserker acknowledges his orders with a brief nod of the head. Vicious is pulled off
of the mat and takes a double handed choke bomb that shakes the ring.

One!

Two!

Three!

JENNY JERSEY: Vicious has been eliminated!!

Vicious rolls out of the ring and Berserker turns his attention back to a hurting Manny X. A running shoulder tackle lays out Manny and the huge man locks
in his Valhalla Vice finisher! Berserker looks, well berserk as he tries to crush the head of Manny! The referee is in there checking it out….It’s over!
The referee calls for the bell and Mr. Berserker lets go of poor Mannys head.

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh my god, he just squeezed the brains out of Manny X!

JENNY JERSEY: Manny X has been eliminated! Your winner…Mr. Berserker!!!

Berserker rolls out of the ring as Ian Smith looks on approvingly. Inside the ring, Manny is laying on the mat holding his head with his hands.

ROB MARTINEZ: Total dominance here tonight folks. Scary power. Wait a damn minute…Who is that?

It’s none other than 1/2 of The Celtic Assassins…”The Scottish Wrecking Machine” Al Thoes! He makes his way towards the ring, passing a confused looking
Mr. Berserker & Ian Smith and climbs into the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: Al Thoes? Where the Hell has he been? Last time we saw him was over a month ago!

Thoes grabs the microphone from Jenny Jersey and surveys the crowd.

AL THOES: Now, I know some of ye are wonderin’ what I’m thinkin’. I took some time away. I left Bobby to fend for himself. I stopped talking all together.
I hate to add to yer speculation, but as of right now, I’m putting REBEL on notice. I don’t care what faction ye belong to. I don’t care if you’re a champion
or a ten time loser. I don’t care if you’re an enemy or my tag partner. I will do what is best for me. If that means changing sides, or taking jobs for
the boss, so be it. If you have a problem with that?

Tell me to my face. I bleedin’ dare you.

Thoes drops the mic and starts to walk out when he notices Manny X still laying in the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: This looks grim….

Thoes grabs the chair that Manny brought with him to the ring and slides it with his foot closer to the fallen wrestler. The without wasting a minute, Thoes
drags Manny to his feet…

HAGGIS BUSTER ONTO THE CHAIR!!!

ROB MARTINEZ: Jesus! I think Manny X just had his back broken by Al Thoes! Someone get out here and help Manny!

Thoes looks down at the badly hurt wrestler and then rolls out of the ring. The local paramedics rush down to the ring to check on Manny as Thoes vanishes
into the back.

ROB MARTINEZ: I hope this isn’t a sign of things to come tonight.

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WU-TANG CLAN? WU-TANG CLAN! Wu-Tang Clan means Murcielago. The big man comes out, flanked by his new manager Enzo. Enzo brandishes his crowbar at the fans
on the way to the ring, fans who are giving Murcielago a chorus of jeers.

ROB MARTINEZ: The first Carolinas champion getting no love from the Greenville crowd tonight. I don’t think the fans appreciate Murcielago coming into this
match-up as Rick Garrett’s “hired gun” – not against a fan-favorite like Mike Trey.

Murcielago gets into the ring and waits for his opponent. He doesn’t seem to care too much about the adverse fan reaction. Enzo pumps his man up…

“Why don’t we do it in the road?”

The Greenville fans go crazy like it IS The Beatles coming to the ring… crazy for Mike Trey, “The Assman!” Grinning broadly, Trey comes down the aisle,
slapping hands with all the fans. He makes a circle around the ring before finally hitting up the apron. He obliges all the fans on the apron, turning
around… to give ‘em a wiggle.

That’s hot.

JENNY JERSEY: The following match is for one fall! Introducing first, accompanied by his manager Enzo, he weighs in at two-hundred and ninety pounds and
hails from Manhattan New York… Murcielagoooooo!

And his opponent, coming all the way from Manchester England… weighing in at two-hundred and thirty pounds Mike… “THE ASSMAN”… TREEEY!

ROB MARTINEZ: These two men have never faced each other in a REBEL Pro Wrestling ring… or anywhere else, for that matter. This has all the promise of
being a fantastic wrestling exhibition, but will Rick Garrett get involved yet again?

Referee Jimmy Johnson calls for the bell. Assman and Murcielago meet up in the center of the ring, Assman chewing gum and looking up the six-inches into
Murcielago’s eyes. Definite size advantage for Garrett’s hired gun, but Trey doesn’t look intimidated.

They break in the center, Assman getting the fans hyped some more as Murcielago has a few quick words with Enzo. What are these ruckus-rousers planning?
Back to center, match starts proper with a lock-up… which Murcielago wins by out-muscling Trey to the canvas. Murcielago brushes his shoulder off as Trey
looks up in surprise. Back up, Trey shoots Murcielago a glare and then ties up again. Once more, Murcielago with the POWER shoves Trey down to the canvas.
Trey shoots back up and gets right Murcielago’s face. Staredown part two.

ROB MARTINEZ: These two men are taking it careful in the opening moments of the match. A win here will put either man up in the rankings and into title
contention – Murcielago has tasted REBEL gold before, Assman has yet to climb that mountain. This one may go to the man who makes the first mistake.

Once more, a lock-up… no, Assman switches around behind! Trying a back suplex, the bigger man spins around behind, German Suplex, Assman blocks and hits
a Rube Goldberg bulldog! Murcielago face first to the canvas. He sits up, only to be hit by a soccer kick to the small of the back, Assman off the ropes
with a Curt Hennig rolling neck-snap. Watch out Radioactive Man! – Assman with a head-and-shoulders rolling pinfall! One, two, Murcielago gets out. Both
men to their feet, Assman grinning and letting Murcielago know he just got served a little. Murcielago grimaces, then gets up with a non-plussed head tilt.
He’s not impressed, it would seem.

Once-more into a lock-up, and Murcielago powers Assman into the corner. Ref calls for a clean break… Murcielago with a brutal over-hand chop across Assman’s
chest! No DQ in REBEL, not much a referee can do if these guys want to play dirty. Irish whip sends Assman across the ring, Murcielago with a charge, Assman
flips over the man instead! Murcielago stops short of crashing into the turnbuckles, turns around, dropkick from Mike Trey sends him right into them! Monkey-flip
from Mike Trey, Murcielago holds the ropes to block… Trey lands on his feet from the flip and rushes back in with forearm shivers to the side of Murcielago’s
head! And NOW there’s a monkey-flip that sprawls Murcielago out in the middle of the ring. Assman grabs leg and arm… La Majistral! One, two, Murcielago
kicks out of the pin! Assman holds his thumb and index finger close together, mouthing to Murcielago “this close, mate!”

ROB MARTINEZ: A game of human chess so far. Who says REBEL is all about violence? Certainly Mike Trey with no shortage of confidence, although I’m not sure
it’s a sound strategy to anger this near three-hundred pounder!

Once more up, and once more into the tie-up. Assman actually wins this one, slapping on a headlock — uh oh. Murcielago counters easily with a back suplex,
nearly dropping Assman right on the back of his head! The first Carolinas champion suckered Assman into that one, giving up the tie-up advantage… Assman
holding the back of his head, no rest for the weary as Murcielago lays in some heavy boots. Referee wants Murcielago to let the man get up, no dice. Murcielago
hauls Trey up, hammering him across the back before lifting him high for a suplex — oh my god, Murcielago just drops Trey body first into the canvas,
Dean Malenko-style! Assman writhing, Murcielago makes a cover, forearm across the forehead, one, two, Assman kicks out. Murcielago with another cover,
again grinding his forearm across the forehead when he does it, one, two, Assman gets out again. The fans boo Murcielago as he stands up and points at
Assman, saying “there’s your hero.”

Enzo yelling “keep on ‘im, keep on ‘im” from outside the ring as Murcielago sends Trey to the ropes and snap powerslams him onto the canvas. The canvas
shakes from the impact, cover, Assman again out at two. Murcielago pulls the man up, what’s this, a bear hug?

Nah. Murcielago just belly-to-belly suplexes Assman damn well across the ring. The big man grabs the top rope and stomps away on Assman, driving the latter
to the outside in a heap. Murcielago raises his arms. Jimmy Johnson telling Murcielago he can’t win it on the outside – and while the referee isn’t watching
(not that it would really matter in REBEL), Enzo starts putting the boots to Assman! Oh come on now!

ROB MARTINEZ: To the surprise of roughly no one, this Enzo is getting his licks in on Murcielago’s opponent. Come on Assman, it’s now or never!

Enzo rolls Assman back into the ring, where Murcielago is quick to pick him up. Irish whip, Assman ducks a lariat! He flies back with SPEED — Murcielago
catches him with a side slam and a half! He gets up and says “That’s it!” Assman yanked into DDT position, but Murcielago lifts the man up for the DROP
TOP — wait a minute! Assman flips out behind Murcielago and ASSCRACKER! Before Murcielago could do anything about it! Assman with a BIG MOVE right there…
but he’s too spent to make a cover! Both men are down on the canvas, Assman and Murcielago both flat on the canvas and the referee has to start a ten-count.
Crowd begins to chant “ASSMAN! ASSMAN! ASSMAN!” Murcielago, however, is the first one to his knees. He’s getting to his feet

KIP-UP!

ASSMAN ON HIS FEET AT EIGHT!

Murcielago fires a big right hand, Assman blocks and hits a chop! Punch blocked again, another chop! Assman starts firing away with chops and chops, backing
Murcielago into the ropes. Irish whip from Trey, reversed! Murcielago with a huge lariat — Assman ducks and hits a NECKBREAKER… with authority! Assman
floats over and hooks the leg!

ONE!

TWO!

Murcielago powers out before three! Assman shrugs it off, he’s not resting now! He sneaks beside the rising Murcielago and attempts a backslide! Murcielago
may be too strong though, he won’t allow himself to be taken over… Assman suddenly lets go of the arms, sending Murcielago off-balance! Assman off the
ropes with a LARIAT! Murcielago doesn’t quite go off his feet, so Assman shrugs and says “ONE MORE TIME!” Off the ropes – Enzo grabs his ankle! Assman
almost trips… he turns around and grabs Enzo, pulling him to the apron! ASSASSINATION! on the ring apron, Enzo goes splat back to the concrete! Assman
turns around

INTO THE MURCIELAGO SPINEBUSTER.

ONE!

TWO!

TH—

ROB MARTINEZ: HE KICKED OUT! HE KICKED OUT! Just when you thought it was over! What a match!

Murcielago gets up, says it’s OVER. POWERBOMB — Assman reverses into a sunset flip — but Murcielago quickly reverses into a pin of his own, NO! What
power! Murcielago hoisting Assman up off the canvas, POWERBOMB! Nails it! The cover…

KICK-OUT!

Murcielago swearing audibly as the crowd gets on their feet, roaring, cheering, Assman will not die! Once again Murcielago pulls up Trey, GERMAN SUPLEX
FROM HELL — Assman backflips out sneaks beside the man and nails a side Russian Leg Sweep! Perfectly executed! Assman backs off, letting the crowd know
it’s time for ASSCRACKER 2: ELECTRIC BOOGALOO! Murcielago slowly to his feet, no doubt dazed… Assman behind… but the Asscracker is blocked by Murcielago
reaching out a long arm and grabbing the top rope! Assman lands on his feet once more, slightly off balance, but that’s all the time Murcielago needs to
land a DIAMOND CUTTER on the man, snapping his neck down to the canvas! Holy crap, where did that come from? Murcielago hooks the leg and gets ONE, TWO,
THREE!

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of the match, Murcielago!

ROB MARTINEZ: He calls that move Defcon-1, a new addition to his arsenal, and it was enough to finally put away Mike Trey here tonight. A big win for Murcielago
and certainly Rick Garrett must be pleased with the result as well. Has the Assman bitten off more than he can chew, going after the REBEL owner?

Assman is slowly getting to his feet, the fans giving him an ovation. He doesn’t look too pleased though… what’s next for The Assman in his private war?
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* Exclusive DVD Scene *

Outside the Greenville Sports Connection we find the three members of C.A.B.S. handing out flyers for Censorship Against Bad Stuff, or at least trying to.
The trio seem to be discussing tonights plans. Who says they can’t multi task? Ace speaks first, as usual.

ACE ADAMS: We’ve all got to be on the look out for Warren and Assman tonight. Those two runts seem to have some sort of vendetta and have sworn revenge
against us.

STEVEN WYLDE: Do we really need to be worried about them?

ACE ADAMS: No, but I’ll be damned if we’re falling victim to a damn sneak attack!

ROSIE CHEEKS: If we all stick together…

STEVEN WYLDE: We’ll be stronger.

ACE ADAMS: Exactly! I want you two at ringside with me when I defeat that ‘garbage wrestler’, Warren, and when we’re backstage I want us looking out for
Assman. If he attacks us I want us to leave him a bloodied mess, just like I’ll leave Warren in the ring! If those idiots want to take exception to our
mission, then they’ll have a battle on their hands.

STEVEN WYLDE: A battle?

ACE ADAMS: We’re not going down without a fight.

ROSIE CHEEKS: We’re not going down, at all! That’s totally not what we came here to do.

ACE ADAMS: That’s the spirit. Steven, you could learn a thing or two from Rosie.

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ROB MARTINEZ: Welcome back, it’s now time for some tag team action! Last week saw ECFW’s Brat Pack win The Foundation’s REBEL-Pro Tag Team Championships.
This week, The Foundation is looking to get back on track in hopes of receiving another shot at the gold. Standing in their way is the new team of Kyle
Roberts and Bobby O’Brady, former enemies who traded NAPW’s Tag Team Championships back in December and January, but who have now united against a common
enemy – the Crimes. It should be a great one!

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, from Zamunda and Hollywood, Florida, they weigh a combined four hundred and seventy-two pounds and were REBEL’s first-ever
Tag Team Champions – THE FOUNDATIOOONN!

AKForty’s “The New Foundation plays down the Crimes members, accompanied by Mr. B. They look determined to get back on the road to the Tag Titles they lost
just a week ago today. Thomas Young steps through first and holds the ropes open for Prince Darko. They step inside and ready themselves for battle, right
when Philosopher Kings’ “I Am the Man” hits the PA.

JENNY JERSEY: And their opponents, hailing from Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan and Belfast, Northern Ireland respectively and weighing in at a combined five hundred
thirty-two pounds, the team of Stylin’ Kyle Roberts and Bobby OOOOOOO’BRAAAAAAADYYYYYY!

Roberts hams his way up the aisle as O’Brady walks behind him, almost statuesque – you know, if statues could move and stuff. They enter the ring together,
and Roberts lets it be known that he’s starting the match off. Across the ring, Prince Darko and Young shoot rocks, paper scissors – Young wins, and Darko
begrudgingly steps out onto the apron. The bell rings, and we’re off!

ROB MARTINEZ: Can these two men co-exist long enough to take out the Crimes? Is the Commonwealth for real? Let’s find out!

The match gets underway with Roberts squaring off against The Foundation’s Thomas Young. These two are no strangers to each other after having gone to war
several times in REBEL’S sister fed NAPW. Young calls for a test of strength, and Roberts obliges at first – before kicking him in the stomach and laughing
in his face. Roberts tries for a Moose Jaw Driver but Young fights his way off Robert’s shoulders and forearms him to the back of the head. Young spins
Roberts around and quickly opens up a barrage of fist and forearm strikes that send the former Five-Time NAPW Tag Champion scampering to the ropes for
his partner. And here comes Bobby O’Brady! Power clothesline takes Young’s head off! Young pops up and eats another lariat! O’Brady drops an elbow to the
gut – no one’s home and O’Brady jumps up to grab his elbow in pain. Young kicks his leg out from behind! And stomps on the elbow! STOMP! On the elbow again!
Another STOMP! O’Brady is writhing in pain. Young tags out to Darko, and picks O’Brady up for an arm wrench – Young with an Axehandle Smash to the elbow!
And he slaps on the armbar as Young exits. He’s not going for a submission, just looking to cause a little pain. Or a lot of pain. He twists as hard as
he can before letting go and stomping once more on that injured body part. O’Brady starts on his way back to his feet, but Darko hits him square in the
kisser with a Big Boot to knock him back down. Young covers and gets just a one and half before O’Brady powers out. O’Brady gets up once more but gets
hammered with a Running DDT. Young hops off the apron to pick up a chair and slide it into the ring for Darko to use. Darko waves him off. “Gimme the big
guns” he tells his teammate. Young knows what he’s talking about – and he slides in a table! The fans begin to buzz as Darko sets the table up here in
the early goings of the match. He places it in the corner parallel with the turnbuckles, and then goes to whip O’Brady into it – but turns around to find
Kyle Roberts, who was tagged while the Prince’s back was turned. Toe kick doubles Darko over – a savage European uppercut floors him! And Roberts has got
the chair! He swings for Darko’s head, but he gets his hands and takes the brunt of the blow on his outstretched palms. Young in from behind hits a Yakuza
kick on the back of Roberts’ head! And now it’s a tag team stomp out of Kyle Roberts – but in comes O’Brady! A double clothesline takes both men down,
but he immediately grabs his arm and falls to his knees in pain. Young woozily gets up and sees O’Brady down on his knees in front of him and drills him
with the Young Cutter. He goes to pin O’Brady, and the ref has lost so much control in the mayhem that he counts the fall. One…two…kickout! Roberts
is too his feet, leaning against the table in the corner. Darko tells Young to assume the position; Young lays down on his hands and knees in front of
Roberts, still leaning on that table – and Darko takes flight! Oh no! Roberts oves out of the way and Darko sails through the ladies herbal viagra table! The fans are chanting
“REBEL, REBEL” as Roberts gets up and meets Young for some back and forth strikes. The two fight it all the way from center ring over the top ropes and
out onto the floor, punching and kicking the whole way. Back in the ring, O’Brady rolls over and pins Prince Darko. ONEEEEEE…..TWOOOOO…..KICKOUT!

ROB MARTINEZ: The referee has lost control in this one – big surprise, wouldn’t you say?

On the arena floor, Roberts is on top of Young and pounding away on his face. He gets up, roots around for something harder to hit him with, and fishes
a length of chain from underneath the ring – why the hell is that even there? To keep Caliban chained down in case of an attack? Roberts wraps it around
is fist and picks Young up, positioning him against the ring post. He rears back, this will crush Young’s skull! Somebody stop this! POWWW!!! “OWWWWWWW!!!!”
Young moved out of the way and Roberts’ hand may be broken! The chain slides off his fist and he’s grabbing at his right hand – Young whips him hard into
the guardrail! Roberts tries to get up, but here’s Young charging! Back body drop sends him into the sea of humanity! Roberts rolls over railing as well,
and now it’s on. He’s ignoring the pain in his hand, throwing massive hurting bombs at Young, who’s fighting back with everything he’s got. Young rakes
the eyes, but Roberts rakes them right back! They keep the fight going all the way towards the back and disappear behind a curtain near the side of the
auditorium! Back in the ring, O’Brady is peppering Darko with right hands in a corner. He picks up the chair and pins Darko to the turnbuckle by jamming
it sideways into the ropes. O’Brady fires two quick forearms to keep Darko trapped behind the steel, and then takes several steps back. Charge at the seated
Darko – BASEBALL SLIDE to the NUTS!

ROB MARTINEZ: From Tenor to Soprano in a matter of seconds!

Darko is beyond a world of hurt. He’s in a galaxy of hurt, known only to men who have been kicked as hard or harder in the “testes satchel”. O’Brady kicks
the chair into his face for good measure before finally removing it from the corner and tossing it aside so he can pin Darko – and somehow Darko kicks
out at two and a half! O’Brady doesn’t agree with the ref and lets him know by pie-facing him to the mat. He picks Darko up by the fro and goes for a whip
to the corner, but Darko counters and hits a wrap-around DDT on the chair which was so unceremoniously dropped by O’Brady! Cover! The ref is late! One,
two, kickout thanks to the late count! Now it’s Darko’s turn to be pissed – but he’s not so nice. He kicks the ref in the gut and nails him with the Zamunda
Driver! Mr. B is frantically calling for a new ref so that Darko can finish O’Brady off. In the ring, Darko and O’Brady are trading blows when Mr. B, still
shouting for an official, slides a big, heavy weightlifting belt into the ring. That can’t be good for whoever DOESN’T get their hands on it. O’Brady sees
it and thumbs Darko eyes – Bodyslam! O’Brady picks up the belt, and Mr. B jumps to the apron to take the ultimate sacrifice for the man he managed to a
Tag Team Championship – yeah right! He dives down as soon as O’Brady so much as glances in his direction, and the beating begins! WHOOSH! THWACK! “AAAAHHH”
“OOOOOOHH” (I think you can figure out which sounds are what, and who’s making them) WHOOSH! THWACK! “AAAAHHH” “OOOOOOHH” WHOOSH! THWACK! “AAAAHHH” “OOOOOOHH”
WHOOSH! THWACK! “AAAAHHH” “OOOOOOHH” WHOOSH! THWACK! “AAAAHHH” “OOOOOOHH” WHOOSH! THWACK! “AAAAHHH” “OOOOOOHH” WHOOSH! THWACK! “AAAAHHH” “OOOOOOHH” WHOOSH!
THWACK! “AAAAHHH” “OOOOOOHH” WHOOSH! THWACK! “AAAAHHH” “OOOOOOHH” WHOOSH! THWACK! “AAAAHHH” “OOOOOOHH”

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh…my….God. Ten lashes…TEN FREAKING LASHES WITH THAT HEAVY BELT!

Darko is quivering on the mat, his back already growing welts. There’s a cut right around his shoulder where the buckle caught him. O’Brady tosses the belt
aside, picks Darko up, and piledrives him onto the steel chair. He covers – the new ref is beating it down the aisle! The fans have already counted to
six! New ref is in! ONEEEEEE……TWOOOOOO……..TWO AND A HALF ONLY!

ROB MARTINEZ: How on earth did Prince Darko kickout?

How on earth DID he? O’Brady picks Darko up – but drops him immediately when he sees whats goin on up on the balcony.

ROB MARTINEZ: Ladies and gentlemen, hold onto your seats – Stylin’ Kyle Roberts and Thomas Young have fought all the way up to the balcony! O’Brady watches
on helplessly as his teammate toys with disaster!

Young picks up a chair left laying unattended and hammers Roberts in the back with it, dropping him to his knees. Young rears back hard and tries to land
a death blow, but Kyle moves. He lands a Polar-izer some 15 feet above the concrete floor! Below are several tables laden with REBEL merchandise – hey,
is that a Brian Bruno t-shirt? That guy quit! ROLL-UP BACK IN THE RING! O’Brady was caught being a spectator! ONE, TWO, NEAR-FALL! O’Brady almost cost
his team the match! And boy, does he look pissed! He tosses Darko over the top rope and heads to the turnbuckles at the same time Roberts has Young leaning
up against the railing. O’Brady with a flying clothesline but it’s countered with a superkick to the face by Darko! both men are down! Young punches him
right in the kisser to back Roberts off of him – Roberts charges! He’s back body dropped over the rail! OH NO! Roberts grabs the rail and hangs on for
dear life, swinging from the railing! He pulls himself using all the strength he’s got left, but there’s Thomas Young right in his face! Young swings a
chair at him – but Roberts shoulder thrusts him through the railing, causing the chair to fall harmlessly to the floor below. Roberts stands up on the
railing – what balance – and hits a missile dropkick on Young! Holy cow! Both men are down up on the balcony, but Prince Darko is stirring at ringside.
He picks O’Brady up and rolls him back into the ring. O’Brady manages to get to his feet as Darko follows him in, but his attempt at a Belly to Belly Suplex
is countered with TCS! Darko with the pin!

ONEEEEEE!

TWWWWOOOOOO!!

THR-NOO! Kickout at the last possible moment!

What’s this now? Young and Roberts are brawling up the entrance ramp, headed towards the ring! O’Brady drops Prince Darko with a running powerslam! Young
has the upper hand and throws Roberts into the steel steps. He climbs onto the apron, where Bobby O’Brady promptly decks him with a steel chair! Young
falls off the apron, out cold! O’Brady hops out and goes to pick up Roberts so they can double team for the win – but it’s Darko from behind! Over and
Out on the floor! Darko picks up Kyle Roberts and rolls him into the ring. Where’s Darko headed now? He’s no high flyer, but he’s headed for the top rope!
Flying elbow drop – MISSES! Darko is up like a shot, grabbing his side in pain. He just as quickly falls right back down face first. Roberts gets to his
feet and picks Darko up – Moose Jaw Driver! Cover! ONEEEE…..TWOOOOO…..TH-KICKOUT! Prince Darko isn’t dead just yet, he gets up and trades punches with
Roberts – Darko with a forearm to the throat! He whips Roberts to the ropes and The Effect! He pins Kyle Roberts! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT, he almost had him!
Darko scoops Roberts off the mat, he wants to end it now. He takes a few steps behind him and delivers Over and Out – but Roberts pushes him off! Darko
pops up BAM! Emerald Fusion! Young gets back into the ring to break up the fall at two and a half! Kyle Roberts hits Thomas Young with the Emerald Fusion!
And he turns right around into a Zamunda Driver!

ONE!!!!

TWWOOOOO!

THREE!

NO! NO! NO! Kickout! Kyle Roberts has kicked out! Prince Darko can’t believe it and he turns his back to let the referee have it – Bobby O’Brady is back
in the ring! And he borrows his partners Haggis Buster, laying Darko out for good! Roberts is sort of the legal man, so he covers!

ONEEEE!

TWOOOO!

THRREEEEEE!!!

JENNY JERSEY: Here are your winners, the team of STYLIN’ KYLE ROBERTS AND BOBBY OOOOOOOO’BRAAAAAADYYYY!

ROB MARTINEZ: How about that? After dominating the REBEL-Pro Tag Team division for months, The Foundation has just lost it’s second match in a row! It looks
like the Commonwealth just might be REBEL’s answer to the Crimes after all. What a crazy, wild, match-up!

Roberts and O’Brady leave the ring together, victorious in their first match as a team. In the ring, Darko and Young have finally gotten on their feet,
but seem to have started in with one another. Darko can he overheard asking Thomas Young “Where the hell were you?”, but we can’t quite make out Young’s
answer. Mr. B gets in between them and ushers them back to the locker room. Trouble in paradise? Perhaps…

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JENNY JERSEY: This next match is scheduled for one fall….

“Welcome To The Jungle!” by Guns ‘N Roses smashes the speakers and the crowd pops for everyones favorite underdog!

JENNY JERSEY: Coming to the ring first, he hails from just behind the local Circle K and weighs in at 187 pounds…Warren!!!

Warren comes out from the back to a nice pop from the Greenville crowd! He’s wearing his new tee shirt that reads simply…”I Heart Garbage Wrestling”

Warren climbs into the ring and looks ready for a battle as “Censored Truth” by Naked Aggression replaces Axl Rose on the speakers.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent, he’s a member of the C.A.B.S, and weighs in at 239 pounds….Ace Adams!!!

Ace Adams steps out from the back to a huge chant of “asshole! asshole!” It doesn’t help that he’s flanked by Rosie Cheeks and Steven Wylde. The trio make
their way to the ring looking sharp in their dockers.

ROB MARTINEZ: Here comes the fun lovin’ CABS. I think the last time Ace Adams cracked a smile is back when George senior was in office.

As the trio near ringside they’re surprised by Warren taking flight over the top rope with a suicide dive! Instantly a “Holy Shit!” chant erupts through
the crowd. The referee calls for the bell as Warren pulls Adams to his feet and rolls him into the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: Warren making sure that the other CABS members don’t get involved in this match!

Inside the ring, Adams is pulled up and shot into the ropes only to get flattened by a dropkick! Warren goes for a quick cover but only manages a count
of one. Adams scrambles back to his feet and Warren pops him with a stiff forearm shot to the head. Warren backs Adams against the ropes and shoots him
off connecting with a flying back elbow. Adams quickly rolls to the outside as Warren talks smack to him. Adams quickly confers with the now recovered
Wylde and Cheeks and they quickly seem to form a plan. Adams rolls back into the ring and smiles at Warren. The two men lock up in the middle of the ring
and Adams uses his weight advantage to push Warren into a corner. The referee tries to get a clean break but no deal as Adams drives a knee into the gut
of Warren. A stiff European uppercut staggers Warren as the CABS cheer Adams on! Adams pulls Warren out of the corner and hits a snap suplex onto the loveable
slacker! Adams floats over for a cover but Warren kicks out at one! Adams gets up and pulls Warren to his feet as well. A scoop slam from Adams is followed
up by a legdrop that leaves Warren clutching at his throat.

ROB MARTINEZ: Despite a quick start from Warren Ace Adams has regained control of this match!

Warren is thrown to the outside by Adams and the duo of Wylde and Cheeks ease their way over to him. Warren gets to his feet and Wylde hits him with a sidekick!
Rosie yells for Wylde to pull Warren up and he does so. She slaps the taste out of Warrens mouth! The fans suddenly explode as Mike “Assman” Trey runs
out from the back! He rushes down to the ring, drops Wylde with a well placed right hand and starts to chase Rosie Cheeks around the ring! Adams slides
to the outside, grabs Warren and rolls him back in. A cover! Warren kicks out at two! The crowd goes nuts as Assman catches up with Rosie on the outside
and bends her over his knee! He gets ready to give her a long overdue spanking when he’s attacked from behind by Murcielago! The two men battle their way
to the back as inside the ring Ace hits a fisherman buster on Warren!

One!

Two!

Warren kicks out!

ROB MARTINEZ: Warren is hanging in there! But with Assman gone he’s badly outnumbered!

Adams pulls Warren to his feet and shoots him into a far corner. Ace charges in but takes a boot to the face! Warren pulls himself up to the second ring
rope and takes flight! Tornado DDT! Warren struggles up to his feet and executes a beautiful standing moonsault! Warren goes in for a cover but before
the referee can even make a count, Wylde reaches in and pulls Warren out of the ring! Wylde rams the head of Warren against the ring apron and then rolls
him back into the ring. Adams is getting to his feet and pulls Warren up to a vertical base. Forearm smash to the face! Another from Adams! A third sends
Warren sagging against the ring ropes. Adams tries for a running clothesline but Warren drops down and back drops the CABS member over the top rope and
down to the floor! Warren stumbles over to the nearest turnbuckle and quickly makes his way to the top. On the outside Wylde is helping Adams back to his
feet when both men are flattened by a cross body from Warren!

ROB MARTINEZ: This crazy bastard has no regard for his own safety! Come on Warren!

Warren pulls Adams off the floor and rolls him into the ring. He tries to follow him in but Rosie Cheeks grabs his leg! Warren tries to shake her off, but
she holds on like a fat kid with a snickers bar. Steven Wylde is up and clubs Warren across the back! Adams is yelling something and Wylde rolls Warren
back into the ring. Adams smiles as both Rosie Cheeks and Steven Wylde also roll into the ring and things look bleak for Warren.

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh come on I know there’s no rules in REBEL but do they really need to triple team Warren?

Ace Adams pulls Warren to his feet and locks him in a bearhug. Steven Wylde hits the ropes and then clobbers Warren with a running clothesline! As Warren
lays on the mat the CABS taunt the crowd.

“Grotans Barn” by Finntroll hits the speakers and all eyes look to the backstage curtain!

ROB MARTINEZ: What. The. Hell?

The freak known as Mr. Berserker stalks out from the back and makes his way to ringside!

ROB MARTINEZ: We already watched this man destroy Vicious and Manny X earlier, is he here to add Warren to that list?

Nope. Berserker rolls into the ring and almost knocks the head off of Wylde with a huge boot to the face! Adams rushes him and takes a big right hand to
the head! Rosie looks at her fallen comrades and beats a hasty retreat out of the ring! Mr. Berserker pulls Wylde to his feet and hurls him over the tope
rope to the floor. Warren is now back to his feet and is looking cautiously at the huge Mr. Berserker. After a tense moment Berserker smiles and tries
to hug Warren! Warren looks frightened by this but allows it to happen. From behind Mr. Berserker, Ace Adams gets to his feet and lands a clubbing blow
across the back of the big man! Berserker releases Warren and faces down Adams! Adams slips out of the ring like he was on fire and Mr. Berserker is hot
on his trail! Adams rounds a corner with Berserker right behind him when Wylde springs up and clubs the man monster with a clothesline! Adams rolls back
into the ring and watches as Berserker and Wylde brawl along the ringside area!

ROB MARTINEZ: This is nuts! Mr. Berserker seems to actually like Warren! Maybe he thinks Warren is a pet? I don’t even know what…HEY!!!

The camera pans around and we see Assman and Murcielago battling through the crowd and over the guard railing! They collapse near Rob and he tries to back
away from the battling REBELS. Inside the ring Ace has Warren backed into a corner and is planting kick after kick into the sternum of the young superstar!
Ace pulls Warren to his feet and goes for a European uppercut only to have Warren hook the arm and turn it into a backslide pin combo!

One!

Two!

Adams kicks out!

Adams scrambles to his feet and takes a running facebuster from Warren! Warren takes a moment to look at the chaos surrounding the ring and shakes his head
in disbelief. Adams is back up and takes a standing hurricanrana from the young Warren!

One!

Two!

Kickout by Adams!

Warren pulls Adams to his feet and leads him to the near corner. It looks like he’s going for his Microwave Burrito Buster! Amidst all the chaos Warren
never sees Rosie slip into the ring. Low blow by Rosie!

She quickly rolls out of the ring just as Adams hits his Fully Censored finisher!

One!

Two!

Three!

ROB MARTINEZ: It’s cialis or viagra which is better over! Ace Adams picks up the win thanks to a ton of help from the outside!

JENNY JERSEY: Your winner…Ace Adams!!!

Mr. Berserker rolls Wylde into the ring and follows him in. Wyle gets to his feet and takes a wild barrage of rights and lefts from the big man! Murcielago
is also rolled into the ring and he’s followed by Assman! As Wylde and Berserker trade blows, Assman and Murcielago do their best to claw each others eyes
out. Adams is watching all the action and never sees Warren getting to his feet behind him!

ROB MARTINEZ: Now this is REBEL madness!

Adams is spun around by Warren and gets nailed with the Microwave Burrito Buster! Adams rolls out of the ring just as Berserker hits a big right hand to
the head of Wylde that sends him out over the top rope! Ass-Cracker from Assman! The fans pop huge for this move and Murcielago rolls to the outside as
well.

ROB MARTINEZ: Warren, Assman and Mr. Berserker are all standing tall in the middle of the ring! If there were any more of a diverse group of people out
there I’d like to see them! Well….Maybe not.

The three men celebrate in the ring as The CABS and Murcielago beat a hasty retreat.

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

ROB MARTINEZ: This match is going to be very interesting. We have a debuting superstar with high hopes of being one of the top players in the ranks of REBEL.
Opposite him is a deranged monster who is a top player in REBEL, but has been distracted of late with a beautiful woman, and a power struggle with his
handler and Miranda of the Commonwealth.

“Bullet With A Name” by NonPoint cranks out in Greenville, North Carolina. Mark Kingston struts out, wearing a robe reminiscent of “Nature Boy” Ric Flair.
He walks to the ring, with the presence of arrogance following him every step of the way. He gets a mixed reaction as many people don’t know him yet.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, making his REBEL in ring debut. He is wrestling out of Richmond, Virginia, and weighed in at two hundred seventy two pounds.
MARK KINGSTON!

ROB MARTINEZ: This kid has already set his sights on the REBEL Championship. He has claimed that the monster Caliban will not stop him in his quest to get
a shot at the title. Tonight we see if he has can you mix viagra and cialis the muscle to back up his hustle.

Nine Inch Nails begins to fill the ears of the fans in attendance. Iago brings to the ring… Caliban! The monster is fired up already and Iago is smiling
big. Caliban enters the ring, and Mark Kingston stares a hole through him. Mark is showing no fear.. will that be so later on? No Miranda in the corner
tonight, which may or may not effect Caliban. Boos fill the arena.. but are they for Caliban… or Iago?

JENNY JERSEY: His opponent is accompanied to the ring by Iago. He is wrestling out of the Amazon Basin. He weighed in at three hundred fifty pounds… HE
IS THE MONSTER… CALIBAN!

Jimmy Johnson is the ref. The bells sounds, and this will not be the wrestling match that Mark Kingston would like to have. This is a big guy fighting a
bigger man, and a clash of styles. Mark sizes up Caliban who charges. Mark moves out of his corner as Caliban splashes the empty turnbuckle. Mark goes
for a school boy roll up, that gains a modest one count.

ROB MARTINEZ: Caliban missed early, and Mark showed that he will be patient, try to capitalize off any or all mistakes made by his opponent.

Mark attempts a leg lock but is quickly kicked in the mouth. Caliban gains his footing rather quickly, grabs Mark by the head, then delivers punishing head
butts. Mark is head butted one last time, making five in all… and Kingston falls to the mat. Caliban leaps into the air for a huge stomp but misses.
Mark goes quickly to the outside. He tries to catch his breath, then searches for an equalizer. He finds a steel chair that he hopes will fill the need
quite nicely. He re-enters the ring as Iago gives instructions to his monster.. half man.. half monster!

ROB MARTINEZ: Harrah’s Casino in Cherokee, North Carolina didn’t place a line on this match… Mark being new and all. Lets see how his chair swinging abilities
are.

Mark enters the ring with the chair. He swings hard at Caliban who punches at the same time… AND DENTS THE DAMN CHAIR! Mark looks shocked, as does the
crowd… as Caliban takes the chair and throws it over the top rope.

ROB MARTINEZ: Dammit.. Do I get hazard pay? Chair landing like two foot away!

Caliban picks up Mark in a double handed choke and tosses him across the ring. Caliban wastes no time, and quickly picks up Kingston. GORILLA PRESS DROP!
He covers Mark, just as Iago instructs.

ONE…

TWO…

FOOT ON THE ROPE!

Caliban picks up Mark by his long brown hair. He slams him down hard. Mark arches up in pain, grabbing his lower back. Caliban uses a foot choke, and Jimmy
Johnson has no choice but to watch on. Gotta love the REBEL rules! Caliban picks him up and stands him near the ropes. generic cialis canada Mark is dazed as the big man charges
into the other ropes, rebounds like a freight train. He charges with a clothesline, but Mark moves last split second, and Caliban goes over the ropes…
AND HIS HEAD’S STUCK!

ROB MARTINEZ: The big mans momentum carried him over oddly and he is trapped in the top and middle ropes. Iago is made to stay back by the opportunistic
Kingston.

Kingston grabs a steel chair from ringside, and Caliban can’t block these. SWING AND A HIT! SWING NUMBER TWO AND A HIT! HE SWINGS FOR A THIRD TIME, AND
HITS THE ROPES, AS THE CHAIR RICOCHETS INTO THE FACE OF Mark KINGSTON! Caliban’s head slipped out right before. The monster is laying on the ground stunned.
We can’t tell how bad his head is hurt, but he is getting up really slow. Mark only caught a glancing shot, and is waiting for the big man to get in. Iago
gives some instructions, and the crowd is buzzing as… Miranda walks out. She takes her place on the across from Iago at ringside. Iago is looking very
displeased. Caliban enters as Mark goes for a quick chair shot, but undershoots it, and misses him. Caliban grabs Mark and throws him into the ropes. Off
the rebound, Caliban catches Kingston with a tilt-a-world back breaker.

ROB MARTINEZ: Miranda is shouting to Caliban, “work on his back, and drive in knees”. Iago on the other hand is telling him to finish Kingston off.

Caliban looks confused and does nothing! Kingston takes the time to recover, and hits the ropes. He jumps high in the air and nails a beautiful leg lariat
on the huge Caliban. Caliban is down. Iago is pissed. Miranda is encouraging him still. Mark goes for the pin only to get a two count. Mark Kingston turns
him over and tries to apply the Kingston Clutch. The massive Caliban makes it hard, and Mark can barely lock the move on. Caliban breaks the hold. Mark
stands up and drops down on the back of Caliban. Mark then focuses on the left leg. He takes the chair, and slams it into the back of the leg. BAM! AGAIN!
Mark Kingston is relentless with the chair. Caliban tries to get up. Another shot with the chair. Mark finally drops the chair. He helps Caliban to his
feet. Big boot attempt by Mark, trying to set up his Richmond Lariat. Caliban catches the boot. He then pulls Mark close and delivers a devastating clothesline.
Kingston’s head hit the mat awkward and seems to be out of it.

ROB MARTINEZ: Miranda is telling Caliban to finish him now, and Iago says no… you need to punish him more. Caliban looks confused once again!

Iago is putting a table into the ring, as Miranda pleads to him to just finish him. Caliban sees the table, the crowd erupts as Caliban picks up the table.
The table leg isn’t cooperating, and Caliban is having troubles. Iago is frustrated and enters the ring. He tries to fix the table, and… no one pays
attention to Mark Kingston. He is on one knee. Miranda tries to warn Caliban as Iago tells her to “shut the hell up”. Mark sneaks up and rolls up the big
man. Jimmy Johnson with the count.

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!!!

Iago is still messing with the table as the bell sounds. He looks around and sees Jimmy Johnson raising the hand of the winner..

JENNY JERSEY: THE WINNER OF THE MATCH… MARK KINGSTON!

Mark slumps in the corner, holding his head. Caliban is furious, and begins stomping the hell out of Mark Kingston. Miranda enters the ring and Caliban
stops at her request. Iago steps up, and gets into the face of Miranda. He is calling her every name in the book, and she starts to yell back.

ROB MARTINEZ: Iago just told Caliban to attack her. Caliban grabs her by the throat. OH MY GOD… DON’T DO THIS! SHE IS ONE THIRD HIS SIZE!

Caliban looks at her and Iago is screaming. Caliban then… GRABS IAGO WITH THE OTHER HAND, AND RELEASES MIRANDA… IAGO IS TURNED AROUND AND… HEEEAAARRTT
OF DARKNESS THROUGH THE TABLE! IAGO MIGHT BE DEAD! THE CROWD EXPLODES WITH CHEERS! Miranda quickly exits the ring, with Caliban following her. EMT’s check
the status of Iago. Mark Kingston, the winner of this chaotic match is finally making his way to the back.

ROB MARTINEZ: Miranda has Caliban? What will this mean for the landscape of REBEL?

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The REBEL fans are abuzz after the last match. It’s been quite a night so far, and there’s still one match to go.

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for ONE FALL, and is for the CAROLINAS CHAMPIONSHIP!

AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIBBBBBBBBBBAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

Salsa music hits the speakers and the crowd pops as FREDRICK EGLASIES ARMAND-ROMANO emerges from the curtain, wearing his Zorro-mask and carrying a black
bag over his shoulder.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, from Dallas, Texas; and weighing in at two-hundred and TWENTY FIVE pounds! FREDRICK! EGLASIES! ARMAND-ROMANO! FEEEEEAAAAARRRRRRR!
ROB MATRINEZ: Quite a reception here for the man who won his first match with a bag of spiders! I wonder what creepy crawlies he has with him tonight?

FEAR climbs into the ring, depositing his bag in one of the corners, and taking a bow for the applauding crowd.

I USED TO BE BROKE, CONFUSED, NO JOKE, GOT USED!

The salsa music fades out and Kid Rock

hits the speakers with “Cocky”. If FEAR got a good reception, “The Show” CHAD KURTIS gets a GREAT reception. Some
of the guys in the front row are giving him a standing ovation, and get glad handed for their trouble as Kurtis circles the ring, and slides in.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent, from Paducah, Kentucky; and weighing in at two hundred and THIRTY pounds! He is the CAROLINAS CHAMPION… “THE SHOW”! CHAD!
KURTIIIIIISSSS!

The Show hits a corner turnbuckle and raises his title belt high overhead, taking a second to mug for the crowd.

ROB MARTINEZ: “The Show” Chad Kurtis won the Carolinas Championship just last week, and now he aims to be the first man to actually retain this belt on
his first defense. The hotly contested Carolinas belt, however, doesn’t seem to like to stay with any one holder for more than a little while.

Kurtis hands the belt off to Dale McDonald, and he and FEAR meet in the middle of the ring. Aaand… there’s the bell!

Kurtis and Armand-Romano both lock right up to a cheer from the crowd, and begin jockeying for position. They struggle with each other for a moment, then
break apart to applause. They circle for a moment, then lock back up. Again the two men, both fairly evenly sized, struggle for the advantage. After another
moment, they break apart a second time. And suddenly, FEAR is airborne! Standing Dropkick Flip! Kurtis drops! FEAR kips up and goes for a Senton Splash,
but lands on the unforgiving canvas, The Show having rolled aside. The Show hops to his feet, now, rushes the ropes as FEAR sits up… Running Dropkick!
FEAR goes splat on the mat. The Show hops up, STANDING SHOOTING STAR PRESS!

Nobody home!

FEAR, having rolled out of the ring, slides back in and rushes the ropes opposite himself as The Show clambers to his feet. He ricochets off the ropes…
Hand Stand Springing Elbow! The Show topples again, and now Fredrick with the pin! One! Only one. He rises to his feet and again rushes the ropes for the
rebound… but Chad suddenly kips up! SUPERKICK! Both men topple and the crowd – who haven’t sat down through that entire opening exchange – go WILD!

ROB MARTINEZ: Wow! Just… wow! Two high fliers showing us how it’s done, tonight!

McDonald starts counting both men down, as the crowd chants “Let’s go SHOW! Let’s go FEAR!” One! Two! Three! Chad Kurtis starts stirring. Four! Five! FEAR
is moving too. Six! Seven! And both men have retaken their feet. The REBEL fans applaud, and The Show lurches forward, and unloads with a European-style
Uppercut. FEAR staggers back, and the Show catches an arm, whipping him into the ropes. FEAR rebounds, going low, and Chad Kurtis Leapfrogs over him. Armand-Romano
rebounds again, this time using the momentum to leap into a Flying Cross Body! Kurtis… catches him! Fall-Away Slam! Chad Kurtis scrambles up, rushes
over and pulls FEAR up after him. The Show drives his opponent toward one side of the ring and hits a Drop Toe Hold. FEAR flails, then trips and sags over
the second rope, looking spent. Kurtis hits the far ropes, rebounds, goes over the top rope for a LEGDROP… but FEAR pulls himself back at the last second!
The Show lands on his ass on APRON and spills to ringside with the REBEL fans GROANING in sympathy. He clutches at his rear and howls at ringside, then
slowly begins to retake his feet.

ROB MARTINEZ: Sometimes the high risk moves just don’t pay off… here comes FEAR!

Fredrick with the Plancha over the top rope! Kurtis is sent crashing into the hard, cold floor! FEAR picks himself up, and stalks over to where The Show
is pulling himself up with the guardrail. He grabs a handful of Kurtis’ hair, and whips him into the apron, then charges after him, but The Show ducks
aside. Armand-Romano catches himself on the edge of the ring, and turns in time to take a Spinning Clothesline that drops him against the apron. The Show
pulls FEAR up and whips him next into the ringpost, BONG! Headfirst, which earns a groan from the front row. FEAR sags against the post, and clutches at
his head. Kurtis is still on the attack, taking FEAR by the head and back and – not unlike a battering ram – smashes him into the ringsteps which explode
apart, leaving FEAR in a heap amidst the metal. Chad backs up to the guardrail, gets a running start… but FEAR dives aside and Chad crashes into the
metal heap himself. Kurtis winces and pulls himself to his feet… but FEAR gets a running start, runs up three steps and DROPKICKS Kurtis into the nearby
ringpost! Another big groan from the crowd, mixed with a big cheer for FEAR. Armand-Romano, now on the offensive again, pulls up The Show and goes to drive
his head into the post again, but Chad blocks, grabs FEAR by the head, and drives HIM headfirst into the apron. FEAR’s bell looks rung, and he slumps against
the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: The Show looks like he wants to bring things back into the ring, rolling FEAR under the bottom rope.

Kurtis rises, back in the ring, and gestures for FEAR to get up. Fredrick staggers up, shaking the fog from his slightly battered head, and suddenly Kurtis
is locking up with him from behind. German… no. FEAR hooking the leg, shaking his head “No”. Kurtis tries again, but FEAR refuses again, and manages
to do a standing switch. Before he can take advantage, The Show throws out an elbow, and standing switches himself… German Suplex! Kurtis rolls through,
still holding tight… but doesn’t go for the second one. Instead, he spins in place, whipping Armand-Romano into the corner. Kurtis rushes after him,
leaping to the top rope over FEAR’s head, and locking in for the FRANKENSTEINER… but Fredrick catches hold of him, somehow turns himself… ELECTRIC
CHAIR DROP… and he rolls through for a pin!

One!

Two!

Only two.

FEAR, unperturbed, heads for the corner and climbs to the top

rope.

ROB MARTINEZ: Perhaps a body splash… Kurtis is up!

Indeed he is! Chad Kurtis literally runs up the ropes and catches hold of Armand-Romano’s head, turns, and DIVES! Top Rope BULLDOG! FEAR goes SPLAT on the
top of his head, right in the middle of the ring!

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh Momma No!

Chad Kurtis turns him over and then the pin! One! Two! Kickout at two. Somehow, FEAR still has the presence of mind to stay in this match. The Show doesn’t
miss a beat; on his feet, into the corner…

Best!

Moonsault!

EVER!

One!

Two!

Thrkickout!

The Show is still all business. He pulls FEAR up to his feet, sticks his head between his legs and is signalling that it’s all over, baby! CK Fin – nope!
FEAR plants an elbow in Kurtis’ midsection, pulls himself free, and somehow turns it into a Fisherman Suplex… with the pin! One! Two… Kurtis kicks
free! FEAR pulls him to his feet, springboards off the nearest rope in one jump, and puts The Show back onto the canvas with a dropkick! The fans are cheering
again.

“This is AWESOME!” Clap, clap, clap clap clap.

FEAR glances down at the prone Show, over the crowd… and points at his black bag.

ROB MARTINEZ: Uh-oh.

The crowd goes BANANAS! Grinning, FEAR picks up the bag, unties it, and dumps… dozens of SNAKES onto the prone Chad Kurtis! Chad Kurtis FREAKS OUT! He
throws most of the snakes off and scrambles to his feet… FEAR is on him! VICTORY ROLL!

One! Two! THREE!

ROB MARTINEZ: Wait! The Show managed to catch hold of the ropes with one of his hands!

Indeed, Dale McDonald seems to have noticed and isn’t calling for the bell, but Fredrick Eglasies Armand-Romano seems to think that he’s just won this match!
He’s on his feet, snakes slithering around the ring, and raising his arms in victory! The crowd is cheering… but not in congratulations… they’re cheering
because Chad Kurtis is on his feet! FEAR seems to finally realize that the match isn’t over, turns… toe kick!

C!

K!

FINALE!

ONE! TWO! THREE!

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner… and STILL Carolinas Champion… “The SHOW”! CHAD! KURTISSSSS!

ROB MARTINEZ: Wow! What a frenetic match! These two set a break-neck pace and never let it slow down! And when the smoke clears, The Show is STILL the Carolinas
Champion! What a retention!

“The Show” Chad Kurtis takes the title belt from Dale McDonald and holds it to his chest, grinning ear to ear! He rises to his feet while two ring techs
try and wrangle the snakes. FEAR, too, has risen to his feet, looking disappointed, but he offers Kurtis a handshake… one which The Show happily accepts.
The crowd cheers wildly!

ROB MARTINEZ: Chad Kurtis retains the title in a great match! This means that next week on the REBEL/NAPW Supershow that the Stairway To Hell match…Will
be for the REBEL Carolinas Title!

“The Show” Chad Kurtis rolls out of the ring as FEAR stands in the middle of the ring waving to his fans. Then from nowhere The Foundation come over the
guard rails, slide in the ring behind FEAR and attack him!

ROB MARTINEZ: The Foundation! They must be trying to get rid of FEAR before the Supershow!

Chad runs back to the ring and slides inside and The Foundation attack him as well! The crowd suddenly pops huge as Stylin’ Kyle Roberts heads out from
the back!

ROB MARTINEZ: It’s Roberts! He’s going to save his partner from this beatdown!

It doesn’t happen though as Roberts is jumped from behind by the REBEL Heavyweight Champion Rex Caliber! The duo are brawling in the asile as inside the
ring The Foundation are putting the boots to both Chad Kurtis and FEAR!

ROB MARTINEZ: Folks I have a feeling this is the calm before the storm! We need security out here to get some damn order!

Our last image of the show is that of Caliber sliding into the ring and helping attack FEAR! Roberts is laying on the outside as Kurtis has been left for
dead. The Crimes look to dominate…

A sign of things to come?