American Anarchy – 06/05/2007

American Anarchy
06/05/2007
It’s 6:30 and the REBEL Arena finally opens its doors to a crowd that’s been waiting since six to get inside. As usual the ringside seats are snapped up
in a blink of an eye as people have been waiting weeks to see tonights show. Not only will there be a tables match tonight but all three REBEL Championships
are on the line! The merchandise table is swamped as people line up to buy the newly released NAPW/REBEL Supershow DVD they’ve heard and read so much about.
Also on sale are all of the previous REBEL DVDS available for the low price of $20. The injured Mike “Assman” Trey and Warren are signing autographs and
having their pictures taken with fans. A quick look through the crowd tells the story as we see people sitting in their seats, munching on popcorn or nachos
anxiously awaiting bell time. We see people wearing tee shirts from everyone from The Bluegrass Mafia to the new Crimes. Rob Martinez, Jenny Jersey and
REBEL Carolinas Champion Murcielago are standing at ringside chatting up fans and signing autographs. A record setting 338 fans are in attendance tonight,
and each and every one of them are ready to see a spectacular show.

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

They’re in the REBEL Arena ready to raise Hell!

“Let REBEL Reign!”

“Killing In The Name Of…” By Rage Against The Machine hits and both Ray Martinez and Jenny Jersey hit the ring! The fans are already screaming wildly.
ROB MARTINEZ: Welcome to REBEL Pro Wrestling!

A cheap pop but what the Hell?

ROB MARTINEZ: Tonight you’re going to see not one, not two but three titles on the line as….

SCRAPPED VALENTINES.. CRIMES… CRIMES… CRIMES!!!

The fans immediately start to boo as Jenny Jersey and Rob Martinez quickly leave the ring. Why? Because Rex walks out, Static walks out, John Salty comes
out, Lloyd Rees comes out, and then Ca$h does too. The Crimes are hearing the loud boos, also getting showered with drinks, and other trash. Rex takes
center ring, with everyone around him.

REX: North Carolina… sit down, shut the (BLEEP) up, and show some respect to the best thing going baby!

The crowd boos them loudly.

REX: Who the hell do you people think you are? We’re the Crimes God Damnit! You RESPECT US!

Rex starts staring down a fan at ringside.

REX: Hey you… yeah the one wearing the Ravager shirt! How bout you tell the world what you do in that shirt? The audacity to wear that garbage in here
you sick bastard.

The fan looks like he going to jump the rail. Rex gets out the ring, as Rees follows him.

REX: Come on fat boy! You got something to say to me? You fat piece of shit!

Rex then gazes at the very larger woman to the fans left. Rees is trying to hold him back.

REX: Who’s this? This your bitch? You want to know the biggest difference between you and me? You go home and beat off to thoughts of Ravager, and cum all
over yourself in that shirt! I go home and cum all over your mother! Then we go get your whore sister and teach her the real meaning of a double team!
The fan takes a swing at Rex, and Rex ducks. Then Rex points to his cheek, as the fan is taken away. Rex re enters the ring. Rees is with him.

STATIC: How can this many idiots gather in one spot? This is a disgrace to real wrestlers like us! You people should kneel down and kiss the feet of the
greatest collection of wrestlers in the World!

REX: You don’t wear that shit in REBEL! OK, now on to business. Tonight I have a major announcement. But first lets let my main man Lloyd Rees talk! He
has a lot to say. Hey mother(BLEEP)ers, I said shut the (BLEEP) up and let the “LDK” speak!

The crowd gets rabid with hate. Security is trying to hold the crowd back.

REES: T’night all ye Larrys get da honor of see’n history be’n written. Not only do Da New Crimes have a huge announcment t’make but, yer go’n t’see a new
era begin here in REBEL Pro and d’hat is da era of “LDK’ and it all starts with “Da Sparx” So, hold on t’d'ose ticket stubs idiots, cause d’hey will probably
be da most valuble tink in yer pathedic lives!!

REX: That’s your Provincial champ. He is gonna tear a whole into Sparky! The next man, it is an honor to stand with as well. He is the next NAPW Champion
and is on a short vaction to get ready to train for Ravager. Now let’s give a warm ovation to the newest member of the Crimes… CA$H!

CA$H: You know, after my last match in NAPW, I didn’t think anyone could be dumber than Bruce Richards and those “wrestling fans” up in Canada. They go
all that time thinking I was going to pass up the greatest offer I’ve ever gotten, and then they’re shocked when I accept it! But after seeing the crowd
we’ve got here today, I think we’ve got some new winners. You have the audacity, the stones, to boo the best group of wrestlers in this company, hell,
in this entire business? Who do you think you are?

REX: They are complete and udder MORONS! Yeah, you fat bitch… I said that! That man is money, and you treat him like garbage. If we had the time, we’d
come out there and kick everyone of your asses! The recent dealings with women have gotten me paranoid, and I needed something to secure my place here…
So with out further ado the newest members of the Crimes…

AKFORTY hit’s the PA, and out comes the REBEL Tag Team champs, with Mister B. Rex is going crazy with excitement. The crowd who already loathed The Foundation,
are going insane with hate. More gold for the Crimes! They enter the ring and shake hands with their new friends.

REX: These guys are the best tag team going, and they deserved a spot in the Crimes!

THOMAS: For almost a year now, The Foundation have been overlooked. I mean, were the Tag-Team Champs and REBEL can’t even get us some new (BLEEP) competition.
And NAPW didn’t treat us any better. It’s about time someone noticed what we can bring to the ring.

PRINCE DARKO: It’s about time we got the recognition that we deserve. Don’t get me wrong now, we were well known, but now we get to spread our wings even
further and kick ass with more people.

THOMAS: Thats right. The Crimes offered us the opportunity to show the world that we’re the best. And as you all see now. We accepted.

REX: So there you have it. If I ever get fired here, I’m taking Rees and the Tag Champs, THE FOUNDATION! If Rees gets ousted, were all gone. How about those
bargaining chips. We have total control! So everyone of you can kiss the ass of the best team ever assembled…

ALL: CRIMES! CRIMES!! CRIMES!!!

The crowd is nuts with hate for these men. Wonder why? They seem like nice guys!

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Jenny has returned to the ring after the Crimes departure and it’s a welcome sight for the male fans in the audience.

JENNY JERSEY: This match is scheduled for one fall and it is the Newcomers Ball Match!

“Ladies And Gentlemen” by Saliva hits the speakers and the crowd gives a lukewarm response.

JENNY JERSEY: Coming to the ring first, he hails from Salem, Massachusetts and weighed in tonight at 220 pounds….Raiyn!!!

Raiyn emerges from the back and heads to ringside. A look on his face tells us the story. He’s happy to be here…And to be getting a paycheck.

“Freebird” by Lynrd Skynrd replaces Saliva and a big mountain of a man comes out to dead silence.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent hailing from Fordyce, Arkansas and weighing in at 275 pounds…Brian “The Lariat” Larson!!!

Larson comes out from behind the curtain and tries to get a rise from the crowd. They simply look at him with disinterest.

“Animal I Have Become” by…Well who knows pumps through the speakers as the third newcomer pops out from the back. To a mountain of indifference.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent hailing from New York and weighing in at 225 pounds…Kid Chaos!!!

Chaos steps through the curtain and already people are headed back to the food stand and the merchandise table.

A Perfect Circle oozes out of the speakers and finally the crowd starts to stir as two dangerous looking men step out from the back.

JENNY JERSEY: And finally, accompanied by his manager Dead End, he hails from Chicago, Illinois and weighs in at 230 pounds….Vicious!!!

Jenny leaves the ring and the four men eye each other wearily.

ROB MARTINEZ: Aside from Vicious very little is known about these men. I think Kid Chaos waited on me at Red Lobster last Friday though. At any rate this
is a fatal fourway, first man to score a pinfall or submission is the winner.

The referee calls for the bell and the four men pair off. Larson is wailing away on Raiyn with ugly looking right hands as Vicious has Chaos trapped in
a corner and is clubbing him with back elbow shots to the head. Larson whips Raiyn into the ropes and drops him with a big boot to the face! Vicious shoots
Chaos out of the corner and Larson almost takes his head off with a ferocious looking clothesline! Larson smiles at Vicious and offer him a high five.
Vicious glances at his manager Dead End on the outside and then smashes Larson with a Saito suplex! A “booooring” chant is starting to pick up steam from
the unruly REBEL crowd. Chaos is back to his feet and takes a Leg hook Saito suplex from the man known as Vicious! Raiyn is up to his feet and rushes Vicious
only to take an exploder suplex! The crowd is now hot for this newcomer as he’s pretty much kicking the crap out of the three other men. Larson is up and
Vicious grabs him only so that he can throw him over the top rope and down to the floor. Kid Chaos is up as well and takes a Aurora Suplex (Wrist clutch
exploder)! Chaos rolls toward a neutral corner and basically hides as Vicious drags Raiyn to the center of the ring and locks in his Shangri-La (High-angled,
high torque wakigatame armbar)! Raiyn taps almost as soon as the move is locked in and we have a winner!

ROB MARTINEZ: Vicious takes the win, although his opponents were basically tackling dummies.

JENNY JERSEY: Your winner of the Newcomers Ball…Vicious!

The fans give Vicious a decent ovation for a crappy match. His bush league opponents are already heading towards the back.

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“Your Disease” by Saliva hits the PA system and the fans that are in attendance turn their attention towards the curtains. After a few moments a man walks
out from the backstage area with long, blonde hair and a thick, brown beard dressed in a black, three piece suit complete with a white handkerchief in
the coat pocket. He looks around at the crowd with a cocky smirk on his face, removing his black sunglasses to get a better view, before putting them back
on and making his way to the ring. Along the way he looks to slap hands with a few fans, but instead pulls his hand back and adjusts his shirt collar.
Once at the ring he hops onto the apron, ducking under the top rope to enter. He mounts the closest turnbuckle near him and outstretches his arms, receiving
a little reaction from the REBEL Pro Wrestling attendance. As his music begins to die down he makes his way over to Rob Martinez, relieving him of his
microphone and tapping it to make sure its in working order.

KEITH: Hello, REBEL, it’s good to be here!

This time the crowd cheers a little bit more, responding to the cheap pop, but still not sure of this unknown guy standing before them.

KEITH: You may not know me, but I know each and every one of you. You’re the rabid fans of REBEL Pro Wrestling that come to the shows every chance you get.
And shell out your hard earned money to see wrestlers like me perform in this very ring.

He lightly claps his hands, applauding the fans, and they cheer.

KEITH: Hold on, I’m sorry. Did I actually just say that? I really must be out of my god damn mind. I mean, come on, you people aren’t worth a cent. Hard
earned money? It costs five bucks max to come to these crappy shows. Hobos could afford to come here if they wanted, hell, I think I even see a few in
the crowd here tonight.

The fans boo and the man looks out in the crowd, checking to make sure if he can actually see some homeless people.

KEITH: Yup, there really are some of them here tonight. Probably using the building as their personal restroom, because the smell is awful from where I’m
standing. Then again that could just be all of you people.

More boos echo forth from the crowd, causing a smirk to break across the man’s face.

KEITH: Well, thank you, I didn’t expect any less of a reaction from you fine folks. Let’s cut to the chase though, because I don’t have all night to be
screwing around with all of you. The name is Keith Williams, and I’m the savior of this place. I’ve seen the sort of talent that performs here and to tell
you the truth I’m sorely disappointed. You call yourselves wrestlers? You’re nothing more than monkeys performing tricks for bananas. I’m sure you don’t
even know the difference between a wristwatch and wristlock. Let alone have the ability to execute a suplex without botching it.

Keith begins to pace around the ring, checking out the fans in the front row, and then grimacing his face at his obvious disdain with their appearance.
KEITH: You wouldn’t notice it by taking a look at me, but I’m actually from North Carolina. I know, bear with me, it’s hard to realize that because I don’t
dress in overalls and spit tobacco from my mouth, but it’s the truth. And I know how important wrestling is to this state, as well as how the people are.
Now, unlike all of you I actually made something of myself after I graduated. Well, I actually did more than all of you did by graduating instead of fucking
my sister and dropping out. You see, I went off to Hollywood, California, you know that state on the other side of the United States where movies are made?
Yeah, that place, and I made a name for myself starring in feature length films. Yup, ever since making my way there I’ve been in so many films it’s hard
to count all of them. I have so much cash in my bank account that it’d have all of you drooling from the mouth. I make more per minute sitting in my dressing
room on the lot of a film set than all of you combined will make in your lifetime.

The crowd boos more heavily, growing to easily hate Keith Williams after the short time he’s made his name known in REBEL.

KEITH: Don’t hate me for the fact I’m better than you. It’s your own fault for not doing anything with your lives worth any merit. I can’t help it if I’m
what every woman on this earth dreams to be with. Or the perfect specimen of what a REAL man should be. It’s not easy being the Hollywood Playboy, what
with having fame, money, and girls by the dozen wanting to sleep with me. Well, nevermind, it’s really easy. In fact it’s so easy I do it on a daily basis
because it is my life. Now you’re probably asking yourself. Why is such a successful guy like this wasting his time here? That’s simple, I’m here to cleanse
REBEL of its sickness. These stars you have here that shamelessly wear gold around their waist that they’re not deserving of and the guys who get in this
ring every night making a mockery of professional wrestling. It’s time that it all came to an end! REBEL has yet to see the epitome of a champion until
now. With my debut comes about the very beginning of REBEL’s history in pure wrestling.

Keith raises his arms above his head, extending his thumbs to point down at himself as the fans boo at him, not liking his arrogance one bit.

KEITH: Another question you might be asking yourself, how are you such a good wrestler if you’ve been making movies? That’s simple, before I became a HUGE
movie star I managed to train under the guidance of a man named Phoenix where I became what I am today. So don’t try to label me as anything less than
the best wrestler in the world today. While I may not be having an actual match on the show this week you’ll be damned sure to see me next week making
my in-ring debut. It doesn’t matter who it will be or what match it will be, because in the end the Hollywood Playboy always come out on top, just like
in the bedroom. By this time next month there’ll be a new REBEL Heavyweight Champion, and his name won’t be Rex Caliber, it’ll be Keith Williams.

He slams the microphone down and for the second time tonight “Your Disease” by Saliva hits the PA system. Keith exits the ring and makes his way back up
the entrance, completely ignoring the fans on either side of him. Before he goes through the curtains again, he turns around to the crowd, flipping them
off with both hands, and then making his exit.

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The fans in Raleigh are buzzing as soon as “The Wretched” hits the speakers. Somethings gonna happen, and odds are it won’t be pretty…

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall, and it is a TABLES MATCH! Making his way to the ring area, from The Amazon Basin!
He weighs three hundred and fifty pounds. Accompanied by Iago and Miranda, THIS IS CALIBAN!

A mixture of cheers and boos for the monster as he makes his way to ringside. The fans in the front row are in awe of the big man from the Amazon. Some
wonder who would be, brave (or maybe foolish?) enough to step in the ring with…

TAKE ME DOWN TO THE PARADISE CITY WHERE THE GRASS IS GREEN AND THE GIRLS ARE PRETTY

Well, ask a silly question. The fans pop for REBEL’s resident slacker. Caliban stares at the entrance, in a state of catlike readiness. The fans sing along
with G&R. But there’s no sign of Warren..

ROB MARTINEZ: It looks like Warren may have come to his senses… or not.

A commotion in the crowd as Warren hops the barricade! Looking like he just got here from the 7-11, he has a big gulp in hand, and he slides into the ring!
Iago and Miranda are trying to get Caliban’s attention. He turns and gets a spray of mist as Warren channels Tommy Dreamer! Warren may just surprise people
here! He grabs Caliban for the Microwave Burrito Buster! … And gets tossed over the top rope into the front row! Fun’s over.

ROB MARTINEZ: Warren doing the smart thing by attacking from behind. But he needs more than a Big Gulp to take down Caliban.

Caliban steps over the top rope, and is in hot pursuit of Warren. The big man grabs the slacker by the scruff of the neck, then whips him into the ring
post! A groan from the fans as Warren flops to the floor. Iago is all smiles, and Miranda is there to offer encouragement. Caliban grabs Warren by the
legs, it looks like he’s going for a giant swing! And he does! Only it’s a short trip, as Warren gets swung head first into the ring barricade! Warren
looks to be bleeding, and Caliban is in complete control! Iago and Miranda pull a table out from under the ring, and they set it up at ringside! No matter
how the fans feel about Warren, they still pop when the table is set up. And they pop again when another table is pulled out, and stacked on top of the
first one!

ROB MARTINEZ: Now Warren knew what he was getting into signing for this match, but come on! They have him down, the match is there’s whenever they want
it. There’s no need for overkill!

The REBEL fans seem to disagree.

WE WANT TABLES!!

WE WANT TABLES!!

Warren is tossed into the ring. Caliban climbs in after him. He hauls Warren to his feet, and is setting up for the Heart of Darkness! And Warren reverses!
With whatever strength he has left, he manages to hit an Ace Cutter as Caliban lifted him up! The fans cheer for Warren’s good fortune. But then groan
when Caliban is back on his feet almost instantaneously.

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh no…

Warren turns around to see the monster standing. And the monster is ANGRY. He lunges for Warren, who ducks, hits the ropes and comes back with a dropkick
to Caliban’s midsection! The monster staggers only a bit, but enough for Warren to land a kick to junk! That’ll take ANYONE down, and hey, there’s no rules.
Warren grabs hold of Caliban’s head, and goes for the Microwave Burrito Buster! He hits it! But now he has to lift him up… No problem, he’ll just hit
him with another move! He goes to the top rope, and it’s time for the Super Big Gulp! Warren leaps with all the grace of… well there’s no grace really,
he’s almost managed to flip all the way around this time, but winds up landing head first in Caliban’s gut. A shooting star head butt, if you will. Warren
is slow to get up. By the grace of God, his neck isn’t broken, but he’s hurting. Caliban hasn’t moved yet. Warren grabs one of the monster’s arms and tries
to pull him up. No way that’s happening. He goes for a fireman’s carry instead. Not happening. He tries another lift…

And Caliban’s hand is around Warren’s throat. Caliban has a firm hold as he rises to his feet. Warren tries to punch his way out of this, but Caliban, with
his other hand, grabs Warren by the belt and then HEAVES him across the ring! He crashes into the turnbuckles, and lands on the mat in a heap. You can
almost see the annoyance through Caliban’s mask as he strides over to his prone opponent and drags him to his feet. He grabs Warren by the back of the
neck and

HEART OF DARKNESS!!

Warren is slumped in the middle of the ring. Iago is happy, but he and Miranda are quick to point out the only way to win this match. They point at the
table. Caliban understands. He hoists Warren up, and whether he means it or not, pays homage to Mike Awesome as he Awesome bombs Warren out of the ring
ans through the tables. Referee Dale McDonald mercifully calls for the bell, and raises Caliban’s hand.

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of the match, CALIBAN!!

Boos and cheers for the big man as officials check on Warren’s condition. Miranda and Iago lead their charge to the back, leaving many to wonder: What will
he do next?

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JENNY JERSEY: At this time, everyone welcome to the ring Rebel’s newest prospect, Fredrick Eglasias Armand-Romano!

¡ARRRRIBA! Salsa music hits the PA system and the crowd draws their attention to the entranceway where a moderately sized man, about 6′ tall, bursts through
the backstage curtain and begins yelling several unrecognizable Spanish outbursts. His skin is tan, and he is wearing long-black tights, with matching
boots, slicked back dark hair, and most interesting of all, a black bandana tied around his eyes with two eye slits. He pounds his bare chest and slaps
the hands of fans reaching out as he makes his way to the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: Is that Zorro?

The Rebel newcomer slides into the ring, takes Jenny Jersey’s hand and kisses it before taking the microphone from her.

FREDRICK: Ah, gracias senorita. ¡Hola Amigos! As the lovely Jenny Jersey said, I am Fredrick Eglasias Armand-Romano. For some that may be a mouthful, although
I have noticed that in Rebel, there are many of those who can’t keep their mouths shut. Well for those people I, Fredrick Eglasias Armand-Romano, will
be known simply as FEAR. Ah yes, it’s a clever acronym of sorts, but rest assured amigos, there is a grande meaning to my name. Fear is a consuming emotion
that can defeat before you even get the chance to understand just what is happening. Fear outsmarts the smart, it sends chills up the backs of the largest
juggernauts, it is what ends champions!

The crowd is silent, trying to understand the meaning behind the words of this man who calls himself Fear.

FEAR: There are some beasts here in Rebel, there are also skilled technical wrestlers beyond belief in this place. Yet none of them are ready to face Fear.
Now I see it in some of my new amigos faces here in the crowd, that looks that says, “Give me a break senior. You aren’t that big, you probably aren’t
even that good.” Ah, but amigos, I am Fear! Think for a moment, think about a tiny little spider. A single spider alone can drive a person mad without
doing a single thing. Think about snakes! Most of the world are frightened by the creatures inherently. Fear has seen many muchachos even cry because of
a snake in their presence. People are frightend not by these creatures intentions, no, but people understand the respect such small creatures command.
Without even trying, a spider or a snake can twist a man’s mind. That is the kind of respect that those in the back will have. I warn you all right now,
do not underestimate such a small creature, because at times I can be a spider, at times I can be a snake, and at times I can be damn right frightening!
The crowd is still silent, almost in admiration for the man’s passion, although there is a vibe in the air that questions his words.

FEAR: Now I understand, quite well actually, what must be done. Cobras are not feared because they have not taken down a man, poisonous spiders were not
feared until they sank their fangs into human skin, and I, Fear, must do the same in order to gain the same understanding. Si, that is exactly what must
happen. So I, Fredrick Eglasies Armand-Romano, am calling for a match, next week, against Vicious! You have a week to answer amigo, and I suggest you agree
to meet me in the ring… because you really don’t want Fear to come tracking you down. Besides amigo, the only thing you have to fear, is Fear himself!
¡ARRRIBA! The salsa music hits and Fear drops his microphone as he exits the ring, happily slapping the hands of the fans on his way up the entrance way.
ROB MARTINEZ: Well that’s an interesting character if I’ve ever seen one! There you have it, the newest addition to Rebel, Fear, has laid the challenge,
I can’t wait to find out if Vicious accepts!

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JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for ONE FALL. Introducing first…

“When the Lights Go Out” hits the sound system and the crowd starts the booing, as “LDK” LLOYD REES emerges from the back, all by his lonesome – for once.
He sneers at the crowd and spits on the ground before making his way down to the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: Not a very warm reception for Rees, who just last week injured his own long-time tag team partner David Banks up north. I notice that he’s
kept John Salty away from ringside tonight, and with a maniac like Brian Bruno lurking around, I don’t blame him.

JENNY JERSEY: Hailing from the Wabana, Bell Island, Newfoundland; and weighing in at TWO HUNDRED and FORTY SEVEN pounds. Representing the CRIMES… L! D!
K! LLOYYYYYYYD REES!

Rees climbs into the ring, and hits the ropes, glaring out over the crowd and generally making it clear that he considers himself better than everyone.
At least until Powerman 5000 blares over the speakers and the crowd pops, bigtime, as CHRIS “THE SPARX” CORSTENOCA emerges from the curtains!

ROB MARTINEZ: And a huge ovation for the man who took REBEL Heavyweight Champion Rex Caliber to the limit a few weeks ago at the Supershow!

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent. Hailing from Batavia, New York; and weighing in at TWO HUNDRED and FIFTEEN pounds. He is CHRIS! The SPARX! CORSTENOOOOOOOCAAAAAA!
Corstenoca acknowledges the crowd, and glad-hands the fans around the front row, taking his time getting into the ring. LDK looks impatient, but leans in
a corner, glowering. Finally, Corstenoca rolls into the ring, and mugs for the crowd a bit. As Jenny Jersey steps out of the ring – and we love to see
it – referee Dale McDonald takes the opportunity to check both competitors for foreign objects. Corstenoca obliges, starting – focused – at Rees, but Rees
gives the poor zebra a hard time, finally letting him check his boots after almost thirty seconds. Both competitors apparently clean, McDonald calls for
the bell.

Rees and Corstenoca approach each other, and circle a bit, trying a few times for an early lockup. Finally, they tie up in the middle of the ring, each
trying to gain a bit of leverage. LDK manages to get the upper hand, locking up around Sparx’s waist, but Chris breaks free, taking a free arm, and turning
it into an armwringer. Rees winces, but manages to twist out, applying his own armwringer in return. Now Corstenoca reaches out to try and catch a rope,
but Rees pulls him away. Chris winces again, then twists free himself, turning it into a hammerlock on Lloyd Rees. Rees manages catch a rope, and McDonald
breaks the pair up. Rees and Corstenoca tie up again, collar and elbow style, and the Sparx manages to drive his opponent right into a corner, where again
McDonald orders the two to break. Corstenoca with a clean break. The two circle again for a second, and then tie up a third time. This time it’s Rees driving
Sparx into the corner and once again Dale McDonald starts counting for the clean break. Lloyd Rees, surprisingly, with a clean break… and then a solid
kick right to the abdomen! The crowd boos as Rees takes a handful of hair, and pulls Sparx into a front facelock. Corstenoca shakes his head “no” when
McDonald asks him if he submits, and Rees just pounds on his back for the trouble.

ROB MARTINEZ: A great technical display off the top here, though LDK seems to be taking control.

LDK keeps the pressure on the front facelock for about five more seconds, the hefts up Sparx and WABANA BUSTER. The crowd groans and Rees covers! One! Two!
Only two. Rees covers again. One! Only one this time. LDK frowns and pulls up Sparx, then unloads a huge chop into Corstenoca’s chest. The crowd groans
again as Chris reels back, and Rees catches his arm, and pulls him into a headlock. Corstenoca starts trying to get himself out of the headlock, and throws
out an elbow into LDK’s abdomen. LDK is momentarily stunned, and Sparx throws out a second one. Rees staggers, and Corstenoca pulls free of the headlock…
FACE BOMB! Huge pop from the crowd, and a desperate cover by Corstenoca! One! Two! And Rees with a foot on the ropes. Corstenoca, unperturbed, pulls LDK
back up, and unloads a European-style Uppercut. LDK staggers back, and Corstenoca hits the ropes for the Running Calf Kick! Rees goes down again, and Corstenoca
with another cover! One! Two! Still only two. Cortenoca scrambles back to his feet, and hits the ropes again… crowd on it’s feet! SPARX STAR PRESS!

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh Momma no! Right to the knees! Just when Corstenoca was taking control. But “LDK” Lloyd Rees is a very cunning opponent, always thinking
one step ahead.

The fans groan again. Sparx, clutching at his ribs, rolls aside as Rees slowly rises, grim expression on his face, and grabs hold of his opponent by the
head. He pulls up Corstenoca, unloads another chop… Sparx ducks aside! INSIDE CRADLE!

ONE!

TWO!

And LDK manages to kick out!

ROB MARTINEZ: Corstenoca almost had it there! Maybe Rees isn’t the only one thinking on step ahead!

Indeed, Lloyd Rees looks like that put him off his game. His eyes are wide, and he looks a little shaken as he rises to his feet and backpedals to the corner.
Sparx also rises to his feet, chest heaving, and levels his gaze on LDK. He cracks a smirk, and the crowd cheers as he gives Rees a “Bring it.”

ROB MARTINEZ: Chris Corstenoca is making it clear that he can play on Rees’ technical level, and I don’t think that LDK was expecting it.

Rees’ staid facade finally cracks and looks PISSED. The crowd cheers again! LDK spits on the ground, then stalks forward, and the pair lock up again in
the middle of the ring. Rees plants his feet, and tries to drive Sparx back, but Chris Corstenoca manages to somehow get some leverage and drives Rees
down to the ring! Rees tries to get free, but Corstenoca floats over, and cinches up the waist, as LDK scrambles to his feet. Rees manages to break the
hold, freeing himself, then throws an elbow, but Sparx avoids it, locks back up from the front… TAZZPLEX!

ROB MARTINEZ: Also called a Gargoyle Suplex.

Rees lands hard, scrambles to his feet, and then falls right back down to a huge pop. Corstenoca hits the ropes again… SPARX STAR PRESS!

ONE!

TWO!

FOOT ON THE ROPES!

These REBEL fans can’t BELIEVE IT! Neither can Corstenoca, who argues that that must have been three, but McDonald shakes his head, and points. Indeed,
somehow, Lloyd Rees has his foot on the ropes. Corstenoca takes hold of Rees and drives him headfirst into the corner, he starts setting him up on the
top rope, and climbs up after him! It looks like it’s going to be Kronik Krunch time! The REBEL fans are back on their feet, cheering! Sparx locks up…
and LDK with a desperate elbow! Corstenoca looks stunned! Rees with another elbow, then he hooks up… SUPERPLEX! Both men CRASH to the ring, and aside
from some twitching, neither is moving. Dale McDonald starts counting. One! Two! Three! “SPARX! SPARX! SPARX!” Four! Five! Some movement coming from LDK.
Six! Seven! Chris is also starting to move. Eight! Nine! And both men are on their feet again! The crowd cheers! Corstenoca still looks a little woozy.
Lloyd Rees, still looking angry, grabs Sparx by the arm, and whips him to the ropes. Corstenoca rebounds, and Rees ducks for the Back Body Drop, but Corstenoca
just Dropsaults him on the head instead! LDK reels backwards as Sparx scrambles up, surges forward and grabs Rees by the arm… but Rees reverses, takes
Sparx into a Dragon Sleeper… CONCEPTION BAY CHINLOCK! Again the crowd starts chanting “SPARX! SPARX! SPARX!” while Rees shouts “TAP! TAP!” Sparx flails,
and clutches at Rees arm, trying to wriggle lose, but it’s the Conception Bay Chinlock. Corstenoca has nowhere to go… so he ROLLS Rees onto his back!
McDonald checks… it’s a PIN! One! TWO! And Rees releases the hold angrily. He pulls Corstenoca, who’s rubbing his neck, back to his feet, throws out
a chop that releases a cloud of sweat and a groan from the audience, and hooks up for the “NISH” J. DROP… but Sparx rolls through the set-up, landing
on his feet! Rees looks shocked! Corstenoca uses the split-second to hit the ropes again, rushes Rees… who ducks aside! Corstenoca catches himself on
the ropes… and Lloyd Rees with the Schoolboy Rollup!

And a HANDFUL OF TIGHTS BABY!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner… L! D! K! LLOYYYYYYYD REES!

ROB MARTINEZ: You can’t take your eyes off of Lloyd Rees for a second, or he’ll pull a fast one. Dale McDonald didn’t see him pull the tights, and although
Chris Corstenoca can argue it all night… it looks like Lloyd Rees takes this one.

Rees’ angry frown is finally turning upside down, as he rubs in his victory. He doesn’t care how underhanded it was, as far as he’s concerned a win’s a
win. Chris “the Sparx” Corstenoca looks crestfallen as Dale McDonald asserts that he didn’t see anything illegal about the pin.

ROB MARTINEZ: Too bad about the loss, but once again Chris “the Sparx” Corstenoca shows his calibre. He’s a hell of a wrestler, and in his past two appearances
he’s shown that he can fight on the REBEL Champion’s level, and match one our most technical competitors hold-for-hold! If it weren’t for the Crimes

being
unable to win a clean match, this kid would have two wins notched on his belt… and he’d be the REBEL Heavyweight Champion.

LDK rolls out of the ring, laughing, taunting Chris Corstenoca, who angrily glares after him… and then suddenly Rees’ face is being driven into the guardrail.
ROB MARTINEZ: What the… BRUNO!

BIG BAD BRIAN BRUNO throws Rees to the ground, laughing madly, and starts raining down punches and kicks! The crowd starts screaming, and booing – mainly
because as bad as LDK is, Bruno is arguably more hated. Rees tries to cover up, but Bruno just continues to brutally assault him. A phalanx of REBEL security
emerges from the back to break them up, with STATIC leading the charge, screwdriver in hand! Bruno dives over the guardrail, cackling, and heads for the
hills, with Static swearing after him, and ring personnel attending to Rees on the floor.

ROB MARTINEZ: I guess Rees was right to keep John Salty away from ringside after all…

Corstenoca walks past the fallen Rees on his way to the back, stopping long enough to smrik down at him. “Maybe I could have given you a hand. If you weren’t
such a bitch. Sparx. Out.” That elicits a cheer, and security forces him to move on. Static is still swearing after the retreating Bruno, waving Screwy
in the air menacingly.

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The crowd is ready for another match, even getting a little restless…

And the crowd goes nuts when Kid Rock kicks up through the sound system for a good ol’ southern boy. Chad Kurtis makes his way out, but he seems in a different
mood. He ignores the outstretched hands of fans and goes right to the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: This match is set for one-fall and is for the REBEL Carolinas Championship! Introducing the challenger, from Paducah Kentucky, he weighs in
at 230 pounds and is known as the Last Action! Hero, The True PTPer, and The Show… Chaaaad Kurrrrrtissss!

Kurtis hits the ropes, looking over the crowd. He seems intense, but also a touch, well, like his music says: Cocky. The southern rock changes to some hip-hop
and the crowd responds with a mixed, but mostly favorable reaction for the big man who comes out in jeans and a tank top… with the REBEL Carolinas strap
over his shoulder.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent from Manhattan New York, he weighs in at 290 pounds and is YOUR Carolinas champion… Murcielagooooo!

ROB MARTINEZ: The champion’s first defense, and oh ho, we’re ready to go! Chad Kurtis isn’t waiting to get in the ring, sliding out to attack the champ
on the outside!

Kurtis doesn’t want to wait any longer to get this one started! He’s throwing some big right hands, and then looks to irish whip the champion back towards
the ring. The big man puts on the breaks, though. Murcielago with a noticeable weight advantage in this contest. Chad tries to whip the man again, still
can’t do it, short-arm clothesline instead — the champ simply absorbs it and levels Kurtis with a lariat of his own! Kurtis using the guard rail to pull
himself up, only to get dumped over by Murcielago, who follows him over. A few hard shots to Kurtis keep him down, and now Murcielago grabs the nearest
steel chair. That fan will have to stand for the rest of the show, but what a thrill! Murcielago with a big chair shot right across The Show’s forehead
takes him down. The champion raises the chair high, garnering a rowdy reaction from these violence-loving fans.

ROB MARTINEZ: The champion went through five other men in a TLC match to become Carolinas Champ! One of those men was Chad Kurtis’ brother Matthew, and
oh my goodness, The Show is busted wide open from Murcielago’s chair shot! Well, this IS Rebel Pro Wrestling!

Murcielago grabs Chad by the back of the tights and unceremoniously dumps him back over the guardrail into the aisle. Chad, ever the fighter, is getting
to his feet. He’s trying to walk off what’s gotta be a splitting headache, reaching up to feel the red stuff flowing from his forehead. Murcielago is coming
up from behind, Chad turns around — too late to dodge the big boot. Kurtis gets it right in the mush, and Murcielago finally rolls the man into the ring,
for the first time in the match. He covers and gets a two-count, but Kurtis still has plenty of gas in the tank.

Murcielago grabs a headlock on Chad Kurtis, using his power to squeeze The Show’s head like a grape. Kurtis fires a shot, but Murcielago returns fire with
a big forearm across the back. A few shots see Kurtis end up in the corner, and Murcielago throws a few soupbones before whipping Kurtis WITH AUTHORITY
across the ring! Big charge by the champ, Kurtis however slingshots over the top of him! Murcielago hits the turnbuckle full-speed, sternum first, and
turns around

RIGHT INTO THE SUPERKICK!

Murcielago falls to the canvas, the entire arena heard the impact of The Show’s boot into Murci’s chin. And The Show, not one to let an opportunity slip
by, quickly leaps up for a split-legged moonsault! He got all of it, the cover one, two, big kick-out by Murcielago sends Kurtis out of the ring over the
bottom rope!

ROB MARTINEZ: Chad Kurtis finally getting some offense going, it’s been all Murcielago to this point. But even still, the champion had enough strength to
send Kurtis to the floor with that kick-out!

Murcielago rolls outside him, shaking the cobwebs loose. He comes in towards The Show with a big double ax-handle blow — drop toe hold by The Show! Murcielago’s
face clangs off the steel ring steps. And now it’s The Show’s turn to grab a steel chair, only he shoves the timekeeper off his chair for that. Kurtis
with the chair, big shot right to the back of Murcielago. The champion doesn’t go down, though. He turns around with a pissed off expression on his face
—

So Chad throws the chair to him. Murcielago catches it… and then eats a dropkick to the chair to the face. A Van Daminator by any other name. Murcielago
slumps back against the ring apron. The Show slides back in, what’s this? He’s got the chair again… Kurtis getting some speed, he runs at his opponent
and surfboards the chair into the back of Murcielago’s head! It’s Rob Van Damn appreciation night here in REBEL Pro, but The Show has gotten things under
control now. He drops the chair into the middle of the ring and looks out at Murcielago… and once again, he hits the ropes! Kurtis flies over the top
rope with a suicidal plancha and hits guardail! Murcielago moved at the last second, and now both men are down on the concrete!

ROB MARTINEZ: This match is not falls count anywhere, but there are no count-outs or disqualification in REBEL! These two men have to get up and continue
the match, and for Carolinas gold, you have to wonder how much more they’ll put their bodies through for it!

Each man slow to get up, Chad using the guardrail, Murcielago the ring apron. The champion rolls in as Chad Kurtis is still gathering himself. Kurtis slides
into the ring and rushes the dazed Murcielago — SPINEBUSTER! ON THE STEEL CHAIR IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING! Pure instinct by the champion, he covers,
one, two, thkickout! Kurtis somehow able to get out of that one. Murcielago sits up and grabs The Show by the hair, pulling him up and shooting him to
the ropes… catching him with a sideslam! Another cover, Kurtis again kicks out. Murcielago gets up, but this time waits, letting Kurtis pick himself
up. Chad does, holding his back… Murcielago from behind with a German Suplex — Chad Kurtis lands on his feet! Kurtis boots the champion in the gut,
CK FINALE ~~~~!

NO! Murcielago with a powerhouse backdrop on Kurtis to counter! Kurtis gets back up, and this time HE eats a boot to the gut! POWERBOMB — Now it’s Kurtis’
turn to counter, flying forward off the man’s shoulders and getting a modified sunset flip! ONE! TWO! TH— the champion gets out, both men to their feet
LARIAT takes Kurtis’ head off! ONE! TWO! NO! Murcielago can’t believe it, but he says “THAT’S IT!” He hooks a front face-lock, looking for the Drop Top
— low blow by Chad Kurtis.

ROB MARTINEZ: We saw this last week in Alberta, Chad Kurtis is willing to do anything to win. And it is no DQ! What’s this, another CK Finale attempt? Can
he even hit it on the champion?

DESTROY!

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh my Goodness! It wasn’t pretty, it took a huge effort for Chad Kurtis… but he somehow hit the CK Finale on the 290 pound Murcielago! He
makes the cover! ONE! TWO! THREE! We’ve got a new champion!

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of the match, and new Carolinas Champion… “The Show” Chad Kurtis!

ROB MARTINEZ: What a great match-up, can you believe Chad Kurtis hit the CK Finale on the … well, former champion! Murcielago brought his a-game but it
wasn’t enough to retain the title on this night.

Kurtis is handed the Carolinas belt, and he hits the corner and holds it up high, pointing at it, shouting “I am The Show, dammit!” Murcielago is recovering
from the effects of the flipping piledriver —

When DIO MUERTE suddenly hits the ring with his bat! He smashes Kurtis across the back with it, and then… back suplexes Kurtis off the second turnbuckle!
Murcielago is getting up, Dio Muerte flies at him and whacks him across the top of the head with the bat. The crowd is going crazy as Dio Muerte talks
trash on both men, pointing at the Carolinas title belt with his bat…

And he never sees “LDK” LLOYD REES coming up from behind! Rees swoops in behind Dio Muerte and delivers his patented “DDT From The Green” on Dio. The NAPW’s
Provincial Champion then picks up the Carolinas Title belt…

And leaves the ring with it!

ROB MARTINEZ: Where’s Lloyd Rees going with the belt? Those lousy Crimes… Chad Kurtis is the champion, but will he even get to hold the belt? Dio Muerte
wants a piece of the title action as well, Murcielago will no doubt want a rematch… the Carolinas Title picture has just loaded right up!

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JENNY JERSEY: The following contest is set for one fall to a finish… AND IS FOR THE REBEL PRO TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP!

Referee Jimmy Johnson stands in the ring, as we hear “The Devil In The Kitchen” by Ashley MacIssac. Out walks the Celtic Assassin? Bobby O’Brady walks out,
but there’s no Al Thoes. Bobby looks at the curtains, shakes his head, takes in a deep breath and walks toward the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: All my pre match notes that I usually read right now is thrown away, because things are changing by the minute here in REBEL. Al Thoes isn’t
with his partner. He isn’t out here at all. I have no information on this. Referee Jimmy Johnson is questioning Bobby on whether he wants to wrestle or
not.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, they weigh in at a combined five hundred sixty five pounds… “The Irish Adonis” Bobby O’Brady… “The Scot-

Her microphone is taken away by an angry Bobby O’Brady.

BOBBY: I don’t know where in the bloody hell my partner is, but I will not go slowly into the night. The Foundation came to defend their belts, and I’m
gonna take them… BY MYSELF IF NEED BE!

We hear a piece of the Crimes theme song start in… WE’RE CRIMES! CRIMES!! CRIMES!!! Then AkForty’s “New Foundation” starts up in an interesting hybrid
of the two songs. The champs are with Mister B. The crowd loathes this team, more so than ever before.

ROB MARTINEZ: Crimes? The Crimes wasn’t powerful enough? They had the Number one contender for the NAPW title, the NAPW Provincial champion, the REBEL Heavyweight
Champion, who also owns NAPW, and now.. the REBEL Tag champs. Not only is that bad enough, but now they only have to face ONE Celtic Assassin, unless Al
Thoes shows up. One thing noticed already is the blood stained mask of Prince Darko. That guy is one sadistic bastard! These guys are despicable, but what
can you do? They hold the trump cards in two promotions.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing their opponents: they are accompanied by Mister B! They weigh in at a combined four-hundred seventy two pounds…The current reigning
REBEL Tag Team Champions, they represent the New Crimes, Thomas Young… Prince Darko… THE FOUNDATION!

The bell sounds and Thomas Young starts the match for his team. Bobby O’Brady has very little choice over doing the same. Thomas is jawing with him, and
Bobby doesn’t seemed to be phased. Darko has snuck around to Bobby’s side of the ring and grabbed a chair. He gets on the ring apron. He yells at Bobby.
Bobby turns around as Thomas charges behind him. Darko lets the chair fly, Bobby ducks.. AND THOMAS EATS THE CHAIR! Quick pin fall attempt. One…Two…Two
and two thirds, and a shoulder pops up.

ROB MARTINEZ: No sympathy from the most violent tag team in wrestling. They are going to try and kill Bobby O’Brady tonight.

Darko is in the ring. Bobby gets up at the same time, and Darko attempts a running DDT, but is held on to, for a Northern Lights Suplex. Darko rolls out
the ring. Thomas is already busted slightly, and Bobby stomps his head. He gets Thomas in a front face lock, and begins a vicious series of knees to the
head of Young. The cut widens, and the blood is flowing good in the tag title match.

ROB MARTINEZ: Bobby O’Brady is trying to even up this match by weakening Thomas Young. That’s a nasty cut, and finally a little bit of Irish Luck has emerged
Thomas is picked up, and is body slammed. The cover, One… Two… Darko in for the save. He has a night stick and nails Bobby in the head. Bobby is stunned
as Darko pulls his hurt partner to their corner. The tag is made, and Darko gets back in the ring. Darko goes for the Zamunda Clutch, but Bobby fights
him off. Bobby snap mares Darko over. He applies the Head Vice, and Darko is screaming badly.

ROB MARTINEZ: Darko is getting dominated with very strong Irish Adonis. This match is looking one sided, and to the surprise of many, it’s The Foundation
getting dominated.

Darko is in a bad way. Bobby cranks on it some, and Mr. B gets on the ring apron yelling at him. Bobby releases the hold and goes toward him, Mr. B throws
something to Darko. Bobby nails Mr. B with a right hand. Darko is behind Bobby. O’Brady turns around, and Darko stabs at him with a screwdriver! But Bobby
caught his wrist, and damn near snaps it off. Darko drops it and punches him in the head with the other hand.

ROB MARTINEZ: STABBY? Static’s trusty screwdriver has made it’s way into the match. The Crimes influence didn’t take long.

Bobby doesn’t let go, and uses it to get him in the position for a pump handle slam, or maybe the Tam O’Shanterslam! But it’s broken up by Thomas Young,
who is wearing a thick crimson mask. Bobby doesn’t waste two seconds before kicking Thomas in the stomach and power bombing him. Darko has the screw driver
in hand, and stabs Bobby in the back of the head. He didn’t get it good though, as Bobby turns around and nails a hellacious clothesline.

ROB MARTINEZ: This is insane, but Bobby O’Brady is holding his own against the tag champions.

He covers and only gets a two count. Darko rolls out the ring. Thomas Young is up and drop kicks Bobby from behind. Young sets him up, YOUNG CUTTER CONNECTS!
The cover… doesn’t count. Young is the illegal man. Darko has some goodies in a grocery bag found under the ring. A pizza cutter? Darko throws it to
Young, who doesn’t have a chance to use it. Bobby O’Brady has him up for the Torture Rack. Darko enters the ring, and nut shot from behind. Bobby is floored.
Darko has a small hand shovel. It’s not a garden party, but he is digging away at the forehead of Bobby O’Brady. Blood is pumping through the open wound,
and Thomas interjects himself with some right hands to Bobby’s head.

ROB MARTINEZ: Strength in numbers is a key to this fight. This isn’t a wrestling match, but a violent street fight. A shovel? A screwdriver? These guys
need to be sponsored by the Home Depot.

Bobby is being set up for Total Chaos, and THEY NAIL IT! The cover and One… Two… A shoulder up? A SHOULDER UP! The match continues as The Foundation
look frustrated. They shake their heads and pick up the bloody Bobby O’Brady. Bobby tries to fight back, but then is gang style assaulted with boots and
fists. Darko tries to lock on a Full Nelson, and Thomas comes off the ropes with a big boot! It’s GAME OVER! WAIT, DARKO EATS THE BIG BOOT AND IS KNOCKED
THROUGH THE ROPES! Somehow Bobby got loose. Thomas Young doesn’t know what to do. Bobby O’Brady grabs Thomas Young and suplexes him. Then DOUBLE STOMP!
ROB MARTINEZ: Thomas Young isn’t the legal man, so no pinfall here. What’s the crowd reacting too?

Through the crowd we see someone. IT’S STATIC AND THE FULL BENEFITS OF THE CRIMES STARTS UP! Darko in the ring with a chair. Bobby tries to take it from
him, as Static slips in the ring. Bobby steals it and gets tapped on the shoulder. He turns around and VANDAMINATOR TO THE FACE! Bobby O’Brady is out.
Static to the top ropes…MOMENT OF CLARITY! Darko with the cover.

ONE…

TWO…

THRE…

ROB MARTINEZ: FOOT ON THE ROPES! The crowd goes crazy and is cheering the Celtic Assassin, the singular form of the tag team. I can’t believe Al Thoes isn’t
here.

Static can’t believe it. Darko can’t believe it. Thomas Young is trying to get up. Mr. B gets in the ring, and they are committing a street mugging on Bobby
O’Brady. This is insane. This is a four on one handicap match for the REBEL tag titles, because Al Thoes decided to no show the event. Static looks on
from the outside and yells some instructions. Thomas Young gets the two hundred and seventy five pounder up for a powerbomb with the help of Mr. B. They
hold up there as Darko comes off the ropes with a neckbreaker as they drop him.

ROB MARTINEZ: What the hell do you call that? The Jail Sentence?

The cover by Darko and ONE… TWO… THREE IT’S OVER!

JENNY JERSEY: The winners and STILL THE REBEL TAG CHAMPIONS, THE FOUNDATION!

ROB MARTINEZ: You have to give major props to Bobby O’Brady, but The Foundation, with some Crimes influence.

But it doesn’t end there. Static gets in the ring, to help lead an all out assault on the brave Bobby O’Brady. They get the steel chair under his head,
while he lays on his stomach. IT’S GOOD NIGHT ON BOBBY O’BRADY. The blood pools on the chair, as Darko stomped his head with that move. Now they are just
laying in the boots. Static is leaving, after retrieving his screwdriver. Mr. B is grabbing the tag team belts. Darko lays in some more punches and then
applies the Zamunda Clutch.

ROB MARTINEZ: This is SICK! Dammit, someone needs to get out here. Security, anyone.. they are trying to end the career of Bobby O’Brady.

Wait, we have company. Al Thoes, steel chair in hand, sprints to the ring in street clothes. The Foundation bail, wanting no part of fresh, chair swinging,
“Scottish Wrecking Machine.”

ROB MARTINEZ: Al Thoes? After a mugging on his partner, he FINALLY SHOWS! What the hell is that about? Al Thoes owes his partner big time.

The champs exit the ringside area, belts intact. Bobby O’Brady fought valiantly, but couldn’t overcome strength in numbers. Al is checking on Bobby, who
is bleeding badly. EMT’s enter the ring.

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

“I Am The Man” by Philosopher Kings hits the speakers and the crowd reaction is decidedly mixed.

JENNY JERSEY: Coming to the ring first, accompanied by his legal counsel Ryan Kingston, He hails from Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan and weighed in tonight at
257 pounds…Stylin’ Kyle Roberts!!!

Roberts and Kingston make their way to the ring with a smug look plastered on their faces. They climb into the ring and Roberts leans against the ring ropes.
JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent….

Before she can continue, Kingston snatches the microphone out of her hand and the mixed reaction turns to a straight up boo-fest.

RYAN KINGSTON: Ladies and gentlemen as you know I represent the current number one contender to the REBEL Heavyweight Championship, Stylin’ Kyle Roberts!
For too long we’ve sat back and watched as Rex Caliber has made a mockery of this prestigious championship. With his little entourage he’s managed to hold
onto that title for far to long.

The “boring” chants have started from the crowd. Not that the lawyer seems to notice. Or care.

RYAN KINGSTON: But no more! This very morning I met with the legal representatives of REBEL Pro Wrestling and we both agreed that tonight…Rex Caliber
will not be allowed to have members from his fan club nor will he be allowed to have his manager Static at ringside with him! Tonight Rex Caliber will
defend the REBEL heavyweight Title…On his own! Furthermore if anyone from the Crimes attempts to help out Mr. Caliber…He will forfeit the championship
to Stylin’ Kyle Roberts!!!

The “boring” chants stop immediately and suddenly the fans love Ryan Kingston.

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh Momma! Rex won’t be happy with hearing that!

Kingston hands the mic back to a befuddled Jenny Jersey and high fives his client Stylin’ Kyle.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent, he hails from right here in North Carolina and is the REBEL Heavyweight Champion, he weighs in tonight at 245 pounds…”The
One Man Crime Spree” Rex Caliber!!!

“Here Comes The Champ” by Jadakiss blasts through the speakers and Rex Caliber and Static emerge from the back to a huge chorus of boos. Caliber and Static
exchange a look and the manager of the crimes turns and heads back through the curtain. Caliber unsnaps the title belt from around his waist and drapes
it over his shoulder as he heads for the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: This match has a lot of history behind it. Back in the day Rex Caliber and Static traded the NAPW Tag Titles with The New & Improved DX, a
team that Stylin’ Kyle was a member of. Then back on our very first show back in April, Caliber beat Roberts to advance in a tournament that eventually
saw him crowned the REBEL Heavyweight Champion.

Caliber is in the ring and hands over his championship belt to the referee who in turns displays it for the crowd. Caliber and Kyle Roberts never take their
eyes off of each other as the referee passes the title belt off to Jenny Jersey and calls for the bell. The two men slowly circle each other as the fans
are split between Kyle Roberts and Caliber. The tie up in the center of the ring, side head lock by Roberts, Caliber backs him into the ropes and shoots
him off. A shoulder block from Caliber drops Roberts to the mat. Caliber goes for a quick cover but gets only a count of one. Both men are back to their
feet and Roberts again slaps on a side headlock on the champ. A pair of forearm shots to the ribs causes a break but Roberts grabs the head of Caliber
and snapmares him to the mat. Roberts locks in a rear chinlock and Caliber fights to get out of it. Caliber manages to get to his feet and the rear chinlock
is switched to another side headlock from the challenger. Caliber hooks Roberts and takes him up and over with a belly to back suplex that breaks the hold!
Rex quickly pulls Roberts off of the mat and tries for an Irish whip into the ropes. It’s reversed and Stylin’ Kyle hits a picture perfect dropkick to
the face of the champ! Caliber rolls out of the ring as Roberts stands his ground.

ROB MARTINEZ: Caliber is buying some time, trying to bait Kyle to come to the outside but it looks like he’s not going to bite.

Indeed he’s not. Roberts stands in the ring watching as Caliber slowly slides back in under the bottom rope. Again the duo tie up and Roberts takes Caliber
to the mat with an armdrag. Caliber is back quickly to his feet and takes a chop across the chest that gets a respectable “Woooooooooo” from the crowd.
Another chop has Caliber back peddling. Before Roberts can go for a trifecta he takes a knee to the mid section from Caliber that stops him cold. Caliber
hoists up Roberts and plants him with an inverted atomic drop and quickly follows it up with a running Mafia kick off the ropes that puts Kyle down onto
the mat. Again Caliber comes off the ropes and drops a knee across the skull of the Stylin’ one. Roberts rolls into a corner to try to get his bearings
only to have Rex place the sole of his wrestling boot square in his face. Caliber starts to face wash Roberts whose now trapped in the corner! Caliber
hits the far ropes and nails Roberts with a running boot to the face! Rex drags Kyle out of the corner and goes for a cover only to have Roberts kick out
at one. Rex pulls Kyle to his feet, hooks him and folds him up with a arm and head T Bone suplex. Instead of going for a pin, Rex rolls to the outside
in search of plunder.

ROB MARTINEZ: If Roberts can recover and keep this a technical encounter we’ll have a new champion, however once Caliber is on a roll he’s almost impossible
to stop.

On the outside Rex has pulled out a table from under the ring to a monstrous pop from the crowd. He slides the table into the ring and follows in after
it. Rex turns his back to Kyle and reaches down to prop up the table. Roberts must have been playing possum as he’s quickly to his feet and rushes Caliber!
Polar-Izer onto the table! Rex rolls onto his back holding his face as Kyle goes to the turnbuckle. Roberts takes to the air and nails a top rope elbow
drop onto Calibers chest! Another cover gets a two count from the referee but Kyle is looking confident as he pulls Rex back to his feet. A snap suplex
onto the table! Rex is now clutching at his back as Kyle reaches down and pulls the folded up table out from under the champ. Roberts takes the table and
props it up just as Caliber struggles up to his feet. Kyle grabs Rex, slams his head onto the table and rolls him on top of the wobbly structure. The crowd
comes to their feet as they watch Roberts again scale to the tope rope. Rex however spots his foe and rolls off of the table and out of the ring bringing
a thunderstorm of boos from the crowd. Kyle doesn’t seem bothered however as he takes flight anyway and hits Caliber on the floor with a double ax handle
to the back of the neck!

ROB MARTINEZ: Both of these men are unleashing all kinds of Hell on each other. You have to wonder though, what toll will this match take on these men?
On the outside Roberts whips Caliber back first into the ring barricade. Kyle pulls the champ off of the barricade and hoists him up ramming him back first
into the ringpost! Kingston is yelling something to Roberts and the #1 contender quickly pulls Caliber off of the floor and rolls him into the ring. Kyle
climbs in after the champ, shoves the table off to the side and pulls Caliber to his feet. A delayed vertical suplex from Roberts rattles the champ! Without
missing a beat Kyle is back up and comes off the ropes with a second rope moonsault! A cover and another kick out at two! Kyle is starting to look frustrated
now as he pulls Caliber to his feet only to send him sailing across the ring with an Irish Whip. Caliber hits the far corner hard and Roberts charges in
behind him only to get a face full of boot! Caliber explodes out of the corner and plants Roberts with a running STO! The champ can’t make any cover though
as he continues to favor his back. Roberts gets to his feet first and helps Caliber to a vertical base. A chop from Roberts sends sweat flying off the
chest of Caliber. A forearm shot to the head from the champ! Another chop from Kyle! Another forearm shot! A poke to the eyes from Roberts stops Caliber
dead in his tracks! A boot to the gut doubles over the champ and it’s followed up by a swinging neckbreaker! A cover and another two count!

ROB MARTINEZ: Caliber can’t seem to get on track yet and it’s costing him! Roberts is clubbing him like a baby seal!

Rex has rolled to the outside and Roberts is hot on his heels. Kyle tries to grab Caliber but takes a back elbow into the gut. A stiff forearm shot snaps
Kyles head back and Rex scoops up Roberts and slams him on the hard Arena floor! Caliber slumps against the ring apron holding his back as Roberts is still
laying on the floor gritting his teeth in pain. Caliber pulls back the ring skirt and finds himself a metal folding chair! Roberts is getting to his feet
when he takes a wicked chair shot across the back! Another brutal chair shot to the head drops Roberts back to the floor! Rex tosses away the now dented
chair and pulls Roberts off of the floor and rolls him back into the ring. The camera shows us that Roberts has been busted wide open with that last chair
shot and blood is steaming down his face. Rex is back in the ring and takes the table and actually tosses it out of the ring and down to the floor! Roberts
is getting to his feet and takes another running Mafia kick to the head that puts him down. Rex rolls to the outside, picks up the table and positions
it so that one end is resting on a guard rail while the other is resting on the ring apron. Caliber rolls into the ring and pulls Roberts up to his feet.
Rex hooks him and delivers a overhead belly to belly suplex that sends Roberts over the top rope and crashing through the table! A loud and drunken “Holy
Shit!” chant vibrates the REBEL Arena!

ROB MARTINEZ: Holy shit indeed! Rex might have been struggling earlier but he’s in full control now, in fact I think he just killed Kyle Roberts!

On the outside Kingston is checking on the welfare of his client but beats a hasty retreat when Caliber rolls to the outside. Rex knocks away a piece of
shattered table and starts to pound away at the open wound on Roberts head! After half a dozen stiff right hands to the head, Roberts is a bloody mess,
not that Caliber gives a damn. “The One Man Crime Spree” pulls Roberts out of the wreckage and rolls him into the ring. In the ring Caliber pulls Roberts
into position for his Planetary Collision but Kyle grabs the legs of the champ and takes him off of his feet! The fans are going crazy as Kyle Roberts
is trying to get Caliber into position for his Bear – Tamer! It’s locked it and a bloody Roberts pulls back with all his might! Rex raises a hand as if
he’s going to tap and the crowd holds it’s breath in anticipation. Instead Caliber suddenly reaches out and grabs the head of the referee and slams it
hard against the mat!

ROB MARTINEZ: What the hell?

Kyle hasn’t seen what just transpired and continues to ratchet up the pressure. Caliber taps out! Rex Caliber is tapping out! The fans are going ape shit
but…There’s no referee! Kyle lets go of the hold and drops an elbow across the back of Caliber. Kingston is yelling something to security and one of
them rushes to the back. Back in the ring Kyle pulls Rex to his feet and positions him for Calibers own Planetary Collision! Caliber reveres the move and
back drops Roberts onto both the mat and the downed referee. Roberts shoves the referee out of the ring and pays for it as Caliber drives a knee into the
back of Kyles head. Caliber pulls Roberts to his feet and locks him in a full nelson. A full nelson that’s quickly turned into a dragon suplex! Caliber
rolls out of the ring as Roberts lays crumpled up where he was planted. Rex staggers over to the time keeper and takes the REBEL Heavyweight Title from
the man. Inside the ring Roberts is slowly getting to his feet when Caliber climbs inside and measures him. Roberts is up and Rex rushes at him with the
title belt but Kyle ducks under and again pulls the legs out from under the champ! Bear – Tamer! The crowd is on the edge of their seats already when they
see it! Rex is tapping out again! A huge pop goes up as another referee finally rushes out from the back and slides into the ring! As soon as Rex spots
the new referee he stops his frantic tapping out and shakes his head “NO” when asked if he wants to give it up.

ROB MARTINEZ: Stylin’ Kyle had Caliber beaten! Twice! We should have a new champion right now but we had no referees! But how much longer can Rex hold on?
Rex starts to crawl his way towards the near rope as Kyle yells for him to tap out. Rex reaches out…And his hand grabs the bottom rope! The referee has
to pry Kyle off of Caliber as the fans are soundly behind their new hero. Caliber rolls out of the ring and simply falls to the floor. Roberts rolls out
as well and tries to pull a battered Rex Caliber to his feet. Rex hits a low blow and Roberts drops to all fours. Caliber grabs a handful of hair and starts
to punch away at the bloody cut on the head of Roberts. Kyle breaks free and Rex uses the ring apron to pull himself up to his feet. Roberts is also up
and catches an advancing Caliber on the way in with a sharp chop across his already beet red chest. A European uppercut snaps Calibers head back and the
champ is rolled back into the ring. Roberts takes a moment to wipe blood out of his eyes before climbing into the ring after Rex and it costs him. Caliber
drops a leg across the back of Kyles neck and rolls him over for a pin. Roberts kicks out at two and Rex looks both exhausted and pissed off at the same
time.

ROB MARTINEZ: What’s it going to take to keep either of these men down for the three count? This has been an all out war.

Rex drags Roberts to his feet and positions him for his finisher once again. This time there’s no last minute save as Caliber nails his Planetary Collision!
Caliber rolls him over for the cover, One! Two! Thr…Roberts kicks out! The fans explode as Rex looks beyond shocked. Caliber rolls back out of the ring,
looking as if he has gotten his second wind and hurls the time keeper from his chair. Caliber takes the chair folds it up and quickly makes his way back
to the ring apron where he starts to climb his way to the top turnbuckle! Roberts spots Rex trying to get to the top and he pulls himself up to his feet.
With a swipe of the hand, he knocks Calibers legs out from under him and the champ drops down crotching himself on the top rope! Roberts pulls the chair
from Calibers hand and smacks him across the head with it! Kyle tosses the chair away and starts to climb up to meet the champ. At the top Kyle tries to
hook Rex for a superplex but the resilient champ stops him with a series of headbutts! Rex grabs Kyle and starts to pull him up for…What the Hell is
he doing? Incredibly Rex muscles up Kyle into position and hits his Total Annihilation – muscle buster off of the top rope!

ROB MARTINEZ: Holy Shit!

Rex slumps over a bloody and unmoving Stylin’ Kyle Roberts as the referee counts, One! Two! Three! The crowd is emotionally drained and we see Static running
out from the back.

JENNY JERSEY: Your winner…And still REBEL Heavyweight Champion….”The One Man Crime Spree” Rex Caliber!!!

Static pulls Rex out of the ring and helps him make his way to the back. Inside the ring Roberts is being looked at by both the referee and Ryan Kingston.
After a few moments they help him up and the crowd gives Roberts a standing ovation for a great performance.

ROB MARTINEZ: What a title defense we saw here tonight! Stylin’ Kyle Roberts just showed us that he can beat Rex Caliber on his own! Rex got lucky tonight
but I have a feeling he’s running on borrowed time. Next week it’s “There Goes The Neighborhood” and we’ll be seeing Rex Caliber defend his title against
the ECFW World Champion Lonewolf!

We fade out on a bloody Stylin’ Kyle Roberts leaning against the ring ropes taking in his standing ovation from the crowd. We even see something that surprises
us. Kyle is smiling.