Best of Rebel Pro 2007 Disc 3

Disc Three
NAPW/REBEL SUPERSHOW III: KING OF HARDCORE
10/16/2007
The Finals: Murcielago vs Ravager

ROB MARTINEZ: The two finalist are banged up. They have bled and one has gotten burned. A human pincushion as thumbtacks covered the body of Ravager. He
went through a flaming table. His opponent slept in a bed of nails. Two guys who over the past two months have been nothing but disappointed. Both men
losing two World title matches. Ravager losing both matches, one which he came in the World Champ, only to be defeated by Donovan Astros two matches in
a row. Kyle Roberts defeated Murcielago twice and has moved on to other challengers.

JACK JONES: This match will be another depressing disappointing match for one of these two men. You have to love the fact that one man will suffer through
three matches of hell… and leave with NOTHING but a broken body.

ROB MARTINEZ: No risk… no reward. Rick Garrett has stated that if the winner comes from REBEL… that man will receive a shot at any belt he chooses.
This is gonna be sickening.

BRING DA RUCKUS!

Wu Tang starts to play.Out walks a huge man wearing a black T-shirt that reads “Got Blood?” He is wearing special gloves, in order not to get his hands
sliced wide open. He is followed by his manager Enzo. They get to ringside and stare at the barbwire hell that awaits. Murcielago looks up at the barbwire
covered baseball bat hanging above the ring. Murcielago slides under the ring, barely missing the razor sharp barbs.

PATH!

Apocalyptica brings out the former two time NAPW champion. He is wearing an NAPW shirt, representing the company that has made him a World known superstar.
Ravager wastes no time getting to the ring. He has his hands taped up, and his wrists as well. His body smells slightly of charred flesh… He carefully
enters the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: The following match is the FINALS of the King of Hardcore tournament! This match is a Barbwire Rope, Stairway to Hell match. Hanging above
the ring is a barbwire baseball bat. The match can only end when one competitor has retrieved the bat, at which time pinfalls and submissions will come
into play!

Introducing first… He is representing the NAPW! He is a former two time NAPW Heavyweight champion, a former two time NAPW Provincial champion. He weighs
in at two hundred ten pounds. Fighting out of Edmonton, Alberta by way of Brooklyn, New York. THIS IS RAVAGER!

The crowd explodes with cheers for the man they’ve watched go through very painful matches all night. The crowd does find some boos, maybe because he is
an NAPW guy.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent, representing REBEL.

Murcielago comes over to Jenny, whispering something in her ear.

JENNY JERSEY: I stand corrected. His opponent, representing HIMSELF AND ONLY HIMSELF! He is a former REBEL Carolinas champion. He weighed in at two hundred
ninety pounds. He is fighting out of Manhattan, New York… he is MURCIELAGO!

They boo him crazy after stating he doesn’t want to represent REBEL. Ravager is totally the fan favorite now. Murcielago could careless. Referee Jimmy Johnson,
dressed accordingly, calls for the bell.

JACK JONES: Someone might die here! Would we be world famous too for calling the match?

ROB MARTINEZ: I’d rather be world famous for other reasons.

JACK JONES: PFFT! Maybe, but you’ll never make it in porn, so this is your best bet!

Ravager and Murcielago stare each other down. The crowd is chanting for Ravager. They get close and tie up. Murcielago uses his height and weight advantage
to push Ravager backward and onto his back. Ravager lands a mere two feet away from the barbwire. Murcielago poses a bit, showing off his massive arms.
Ravager doesn’t seem to be the least bit impressed. He stands up and goes toward Murcielago. Murc charges with a clothesline.. COUNTERED INTO A DROP TOE
HOLD. Murcielago falls a few inches short of getting barbwire in the face. Ravager doesn’t take long, applying The Garotte. He can’t get it hooked in well
as Murcielago fights him off. Ravager drops that strategy and stomps the bejezzus out of the head of Murcielago. AGAIN! Murcielago holds his head. Ravager
calls for a ring attendant to hand him the ladder.

ROB MARTINEZ: The ladder is in play and Ravager quickly..

JACK JONES: He quickly Gorilla presses the ladder, dropping it on Murcielago.

Murcielago yells in pain. Ravager takes the ladder, lays it flat down, and places Murcielago’s head on top of it. He stomps hard, and this is a variation
of THE SILENCER! But Murc moves, and Ravager nails the ladder in an odd fashion. Ravager goes down and holds his ankle. Murcielago gets up and stalks over
Ravager. Murcielago stomps the ankle. Another stomp. Murcielago takes the ladder and sticks the ankle in the middle. He takes one side and slams it down,
but before it closes Ravager removes his foot. Ravager tries to get up quickly. He attempts a quick to Murcielago’s midsection but his good foot is caught.
Murc pulls Ravager in, grabs him and SPINE BUSTER ON THE LADDER! Ravager is in a great amount of pain.

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh man that looked painful!

JACK JONES: Ravager will survive this match. He better!

ROB MARTINEZ: You bet on him didn’t you.

JACK JONES: I gamble so much, a mere grand isn’t considered an actual bet anymore.

Murcielago is in the drivers seat and picks up the former NAPW champ. He throws Ravager into the ropes, but Ravager attempts going low and sliding out of
the ring. Attempts is the key word. Ravagers shirt is ripped open as he exits. Enzo is told by Murcielago to get him back in the ring. Murcielago in the
mean time is trying to set up the ladder. The ladder’s leg is bent and Murc is trying to make it usable. Enzo kicks Ravager, who has left blood on the
ring side floor. Ravager gets up and nails some STIFF HEADBUTTS to the manager of Murcielago. Ravager then sees something out the corner of his eye.

JACK JONES: Not again?

ROB MARTINEZ: LET RAVAGER REIGN! LIIIGGHTT TUBES!

Enzo meet light tube. Light tube meet ENZO! The glass shatters over the forehead of Enzo. Ravager grabs another couple, placing them in the corner of the
ring. Murcielago doesn’t notice. Enzo is bleeding badly and being taken to the back. Murc is still trying to get the ladder working. Ravager gets in the
ring and tries to sneak behind Murcielago. A sixth sense lets Murc know, and Ravager eats a powerful back elbow from Murc. Ravager backs up and gets nailed
in the stomach. Ravager gets picked up for a POWERBOMB… BUT HE PUNCHES MURCIELAGO IN THE HEAD.

Ravager tries to climb the ladder, and gets up half way before Murcielago rises. Murc eats a boot from Ravager. Ravager dives at Murcielago, but Murc catches
him. He has him in a body slam position… WAIT, HE FLIPS HIM UP IN A FIREMAN’S CARRY! Murcielago walks the much lighter Ravager near the ropes. Ravager
gets spun in mid air and DEFCON ONE ON THE BARBWIRE! That move was similar to Marc Mero’s old TKO move. But on BARBWIRE! Ravager hits stomach first on
the apron snapping the barbwire ropes top portion. Ravager is laying on the floor, with blood soaking his torn shirt. His back is cut from earlier, now
his front is shredded.

JACK JONES: That was (BLEEP) believable. Did you see that?

ROB MARTINEZ: ….

The traditional “Holy Shit” rings out pretty much through out the arena. Murcielago is smiling with sadistic happiness. Ravager tries to move and get back
in the ring, but how can he be able to continue. Ravager sees a chair hanging out under the ring. He gets it, hiding it almost. Murcielago comes over to
get his opponent into the ring and BAM! Steel chair meets Murcielago’s skull. Murcielago falls backward and Ravager gets in the ring. It takes him a few
seconds, as he avoids the barbwire. Ravager gets on top of Murc for the pin. Barely a one count. Murcielago punches Ravager in the head. Ravager gets up
first, and kicks the now bloody head of Murcielago. Ravager gets the light tubes he set up in the corner. They’re in the middle of the ring and Murcielago
rises. Boot to Murcielago’s gut and DDT ON THE LIGHT TUBES! The explode in the face of Murcielago.

ROB MARTINEZ: Ravager gave Murc his receipt!

This match continues and is getting quite violent. Ravager doesn’t look like he has a plan and just punches the cut head of Murcielago. Murcielago gets
to his knees and fires back. Murcielago creates enough separation and gets up. Ravager gets blocked trying a roaring elbow. Murcielago spins Ravager around
and RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX! Murcielago exits the ring from the side with lacking the barbwire top rope. He finds a table under the ring… WRAPPED IN BARBWIRE!
He throws it in the ring carefully. Murcielago sets the table up and picks up Ravager. He again has Ravager in a powerbomb position, but this time doesn’t
even get to lift him. Ravager with a desperation low blow. Ravager is bleeding badly. He is burned from the earlier match. He some how is climbing the
ladder though. Enzo comes back out, bandaged up. He has barbwire clippers.

JACK JONES: Enzo is cutting down the already hanging barbwire.

Murcielago goes over and grabs the strands. Ravager is near the top of the ladder. He has the baseball bat covered in barbwire. Murcielago climbs the other
side of the ladder and wraps the barbwire around the head and neck of Ravager. Ravager is struggling to stop him. Ravager tries to nail him with the bat.
The ladder begins to tilt…

THEY FALL THROUGH THE TABLE! HOLY (BLEEP) SHIT! Barbwire everywhere!

ROB MARTINEZ: MY GOD! MY GOD! THE CROWD HAS NOT SAT DOWN! BOTH MEN — BOTH MEN FROM THE TOP OF THE LADDER, STRAIGHT THROUGH A BARBED WIRE TABLE!

JACK JONES: HOLY HELLLLL!

ROB MARTINEZ: And I can’t — I can’t see what’s — wait a minute! A count? There’s a count! ONE… TWO.. THREE!

JACK JONES: WHO WON?

ROB MARTINEZ: I… I’m not entirely sure, but referee Jimmy Johnson counted SOMEONE’S shoulders down! Neither man is moving!

Jimmy is talking to Jenny…

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of the match… and the THE KING OF HARDCORE…

RAAAAVVVAGGEEER!

The crowd erupts. REBEL owner Rick Garrett and NAPW Commissioner Terry Brandon have come out to ringside, holding a big “KING OF HARDCORE” trophy… but
Ravager isn’t able to receive it. Murcielago. Ravager. Both men went through hell tonight are now tangled in barbed wire. Garrett yells “GET MORE HELP!”
The trainers are already out…

ROB MARTINEZ: I don’t know if it was worth it… Ravager is the King of Hardcore, possibly by virtue of a simple landing… but neither man is moving here,
Jack Attack. Both men are seriously hurt and I think we’re going to have to cut them out of the barbed wire.

JACK JONES: Well they signed up for this and knew it could end like this, but yeesh. On the other hand, my bookie won’t break buy viagra online my legs now.

ROB MARTINEZ: Shut up.

The crowd is standing as slowly, carefully, trainers begin to extricate the two bloody grapplers from their barbed wire hell. After minutes that seem like
hours, trainers begin to help Murcielago to the back. Another minute later, and Ravager has been pulled to his feet, arms around two trainers. Brandon
still has the trophy, now is not the time.

The crowd gives a standing ovation.

Ravager is the King of Hardcore.

At what price?

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High Incident
11/06/2007
REBEL World Championship: Jonathon Wehali vs (C) Kyle Roberts

JENNY JERSEY: The following contest is one fall to a finish, and is for the REBEL WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!

The house lights dim as smoke begins to boil up from the entranceway. A pulsing beat hits the air as “More Human Than Human” by White Zombie begins to play
as a group of ravishingly beautiful women in hot pants and cropped halter tops rise from the smoke, moving in a sensuous provocative manner to the music.
The arena lights begin to strobe in sync to the music as the opening guitar riff hits its crescendo. The entrance explodes as spikes of red pyros fire
into the air. As a shower of red pyros rains down upon the stage, Jonathon Wehali steps through the entrance. Red war paint marks his face. Keeping his
eyes upon the ring, Jonathon makes his way down the ramp.

JENNY JERSEY: The challenger fighting out of Los Angeles, California. He weighs in at two hundred sixty pounds, and stands six feet nine inches tall. He
is JONATHON WEHALI!

Once at ringside Jon springs onto the ring apron, grabs the top rope, and flips over the top. The four corner posts of the ring erupt into an explosion
of red pyros as the song fades out, the stage once again in darkness as the Sex Girls return to the back as Wehali takes his corner to await the entrance
of his opponent.

I AM THE MAN!

And the champion walks through the entrance way, getting loud cheers. He is alone, just how he likes it. He doesn’t need anyone, he doesn’t want anyone.
Unless, you know, six guys start kicking his ass… then the Celt’s are a handy piece of talent to have around. Kyle looks smug, and it’s an arrogant smugness.
He enters the ring and is wearing the gold World title belt proudly.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent. Fighting out of Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan, Canada, he weighed in tonight at two hundred fifty nine pounds. He is the current
reigning, and defending REBEL Pro Wrestling Heavyweight Champion of the WORLD! STYLIN’ KYLE ROBERTS!

ROB MARTINEZ: Two world class wrestlers, fighting over a World title. Both on unstoppable paths. This match is going to go down, in history, REBEL history,
as one of the biggest World title matches ever. Buckle up baby!

Jimmie Johnson calls for the bell, and hands the REBEL World title belt to Jenny Jersey to place at ringside. Kyle Roberts and Jonathon Wehali go to the
center of the ring, as the crowd is in a complete and utter frenzy. No place anyone would rather be, than right here, right now, watching these warriors
face off. Wehali offers out his right hand in a show of respect. Kyle Roberts looks rather confused, and cautiously shakes the hand of the challenger.
They then circle each other and come together for a collar and elbow style lock up. The taller Wehali uses the length advantage to drive the World Champ
into the corner. Wehali unleashes a wicked back elbow to the head of Kyle Roberts. Kyle checks his head for blood, but doesn’t see any. Something else
he didn’t see was Wehali’s forearm coming toward his head. Kyle is groggy early. Jonathon Wehali steps back a bit and charges at Kyle with a lariat, but
Kyle reverses with a drop toe hold that sends Wehali’s head into the back part of the corner, hitting his head on the post part. Kyle rolls up Wehali,
and Jimmy Johnson counts…

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

ROB MARTINEZ: Early going and Kyle is already looking to finish.

Wehali gets up quickly, as does Roberts. The crowd goes crazy with cheers for the champ who locks eyes with Jonathon, and then does his patent pending “Smarter
than you” pose! Wehali and Kyle tie up again, this time, Kyle using his left leg in between Wehali’s legs to trip the big man. Kyle wastes little time
hitting the ropes and bouncing backward with a BEAUTIFUL MOONSAULT, known specifically as the Lion Sault. Another cover by the champ.

ONE!

TWO! And that’s it. Quickly getting his shoulder up is Jonathon Wehali. Kyle gets up hits the ropes again, Lion Sault for the second time, but this time
Kyle’s ribs eat some Nightmarish Knees! The crowd “OOOO’s” as they see Kyle roll on the mat in pain. The artist formerly known as Orochi, and Nightmare,
rises to a great ovation. He stands over the champion, as Kyle tries to stand up. Wehali bounces off the ropes, SHINING WIZARD ON KYLE ROBERTS! Jonathon
Wehali makes his first cover.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE? NO!

ROB MARTINEZ: Kyle doesn’t lose his belt just yet, but with Wehali bringing a mixed blend of offense, is it just a matter of time?

Kyle Roberts is one resilient and hairy bastard! Well HE IS! Wehali is no rookie, he stays cool, calm, collected and calculating. Kyle tries sitting up
again, and receives a kick to the middle of his back. AGAIN! And one more for the charm, this one landing at the back of Kyle’s head! Wehali quickly picks
up Kyle by his head and throws him into the ropes with an Irish Whip. SLING BLADE! That’s Wehali’s version of a Catching Headlock Sleeper Hold Slam! A
cover!

ONE!

TWO!

A little too close to the ropes. Kyle places his boot on the bottom one, and the match continues. Wehali does seem a bit discouraged, wanting to end the
match early so he can celebrate with his family, but that will have to wait for now it seems. Kyle gets lifted to his feet, but he shoots off some elbows
to the midsection of Wehali. Kyle shoots Wehali into the ropes, and drops Wehali with a drop kick to the knees. Kyle gets up quickly, dropping a leg drop
to the back of Jonathon’s head. Kyle wastes little time fixing on a submission hold. This one in particular is the Camel Clutch. Problem with this hold?
Wehali’s legs are under the ropes. Jimmie Johnson asks politely for a break, but Kyle seems a little confused and keeps the hold on. He is arguing with
the referee, but finally relinquishes the hold. He stands up, then drops all of his weight to the back of Wehali. The back seems to be Kyle’s main focus.
Kyle kicks Wehali in the back, as Wehali begins to get up. Wehali gets on his feet, and Kyle throws another wild kick, and he is not the martial arts expert,
as Wehali grabs the leg with ease. He spins Kyle and quickly grabs on the KOJI CLUTCH! They drop to the ground. Several seconds past, as Jonathon Wehali
cinches on the hold. Kyle’s head is turning blue, no wait, it’s purple… yeah, purple! Jimmie Johnson picks up the left arm of Kyle Roberts after communicating
with him seems null and void.

THE HAND DROPS ONCE!

The crowd is on it’s feet. Could this be the last seconds of the title reign of Kyle Roberts!

THE HAND DROPS FOR A SECOND TIME!

The fans are stunned, and only one more time and it’s over!

ROB MARTINEZ: This could be it!

THE HAND DROPS FOR A THIRD TIME!

But a split second sooner, Jimmie Johnson notices Wehali’s foot is in the ropes. Sometimes it sucks to be tall. He voids the hand dropping, as neither man
can be in the ropes for a submission to be legit. Jonathon Wehali listens to Jimmie Johnson after releasing the hold. He simply nods, as to say, “Get the
fuck out of my way so I can finish this shit.” Wehali gets up, pissed off that his toe was under the ropes, and Kyle Roberts is still champ. Kyle is fighting
for air, and Wehali tries to make that a little tougher. He goes for the KATAHA-JIME! The Tazmission for folks who don’t know. Kyle is fighting it off,
and flips Wehali over. Kyle quickly puts on a Dragon Sleeper, to try and wear down the big man, and to catch his own breath. The crowd is watching a roller
coaster contest. Wehali tells Jimmie Johnson “NO”, as Jimmie asks for a date, wait.. no, he asks if Wehali wants to submit. Wehali uses his long legs to
his advantage, and KICKS KYLE IN THE HEAD! WHAT FLEXIBILITY! He just came straight up with it. Kyle is rocked backward. He charges at the rising Wehali,
who drop kicks Kyle. Kyle spills to the the outside with momentum. No count outs in REBEL. Unless Censorship rules are in effect that is. Kyle is propped
against the ringside railing, as fans give him love. Kyle still has a enough in him to let Wehali know that he is SMARTER THAN HIM!

ROB MARTINEZ: Kyle Roberts isn’t in any position to be doubting ones intelligence.

Wehali comes after Kyle Roberts and they start to exchange blows on the outside. Rights and lefts, lefts and lefts, lefts and rights, if they have a punch
combination it’s being used. Kyle takes the brunt of it, as he is six inches smaller… shorter… well, you know, than Wehali. Kyle takes another one,
and leans over the time keepers table. Kyle turns around and DING! KYLE BOUNCES THE RING BELL OFF THE SKULL OF WEHALI! A desperation maneuver if there
ever was one. The crowd doesn’t seem to mind at all, cause it’s classic Stylin’ Kyle. And it’s REBEL BABY! Kyle enters back into the ring, and awaits the
possibly concussed, but not bleeding challenger, Jonathon Wehali. Wehali finally arises, and rolls into the ring. Kyle wastes little time pouncing on the
challenger. He belts him with stick kicks to the head, and then sets up Wehali for THE POLAR-IZER! After blatantly stealing one of Prince Darko’s pet moves,
Kyle has the big man down, and COVERS!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE FOURTHS OF A COUNT, BUT THE SHOULDER SHOOTS UP! No moon walking just yet, as Kyle can’t seem to get a pin fall on the big man. Wehali is picked up
but he gets out of Roberts grasp and places a clinch on the back of Kyle’s head, then drives a knee into the forehead of Kyle Roberts. Kyle is rocked,
the is hit with the IDOLIZER! The spinning neckbreaker by Wehali and a cover.

ROB MARTINEZ: Could this be the end?

ONE!

TWO!

NO CIGAR!

The match continues, as Kyle fights off another attempted cover. A double axe handle to the back of Kyle’s head. A Koji Clutch? YES! Again he has it on,
but Kyle is in the ropes almost automatically. The hold is released, but Wehali doesn’t let the momentum leave him. He picks up Kyle in a wheel barrow
position, nailing a Belly to Back Wheelbarrow Facebuster, or as he calls it the CRASH THUNDER BUSTER! The cover? You betcha!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT AT THE LAST SPLIT SECOND!

ROB MARTINEZ: Everything being thrown at the champion, but nothing is getting those shoulders pinned!

Can Kyle Roberts survive this offensive attack? Kyle is stood up and he is put in the position for the Unprettier, but Kyle REVERSES IT! GRINGO KILLER ON
JONATHON WEHALI! Wehali is folded up like an accordion. Not sure if Kyle knows that move, or just did what came natural but it was effective. Kyle is slow
to cover, but finally does. The count.

ONE!

TWO!

SHOULDER UP AGAIN!

Kyle thought he had it. He really did. He picks up Wehali, and puts the big man on his shoulders. MOOSEJAW DRIVER? Nope, Wehali grabs the top ropes, as
Kyle was to close. Kyle is stuck… He tries doing the move over the top rope, but the death valley driver attempt is all for nothing. Wehali lands on
the apron, Kyle comes close, receiving a shoulder to the stomach. Wehali with a SUNSET FLIP OVER THE TOP ROPE!

ONE!

TWO!

KYLE GETS OUT!

ROB MARTINEZ: Anyone up for a late dinner? It might be awhile folks!

This match is back and forth. Both men get up slowly, and Wehali swings at Kyle. Kyle ducks grabs Wehali from behind and nails a PRETTY GERMAN SUPLEX! Kyle
gets up, and looks at the crowd, like “enough of this shit’. He goes outside and grabs the ring bell again, but as he enters the ring, Wehali hits him
with a spinning wheel kick. The bell lands in the middle of the ring, and out of the hands of Kyle. Wehali picks up Kyle and boots him in the stomach.
He boots Roberts in the stomach and is looking for the BROKEN ARROW! That’s Wehali’s finisher, the Double-Arm Butterfly Package Piledriver. But Kyle wiggles
out and trips Wehali. He hangs on to the legs, turning the big man over.

BEAR TAMER!

Wehali is in the middle of the ring, and Kyle has it on good. Wehali balls up his hands and tries to crawl. He moves a few inches. A bout two feet short
of the ropes. Another surge by Wehali. Kyle tries to hold his footing. Wehali’s balled up fists, straighten out. Will he do it?

HE…

MOVES A FEW INCHES CLOSER!

Kyle can’t stop the sheer determination of the legendary Jonathon Wehali. He is a few inches away. Can he hold on an get those few inches? Can he?

HE

MOVES

CLOSER!

ROB MARTINEZ: Will he tap out? NO HE WON’T!

HE GRABS THE BOTTOM ROPE!

The crowd goes nuts and it seems like they want this match to last forever. Kyle releases the hold and seems deflated. He looks at Wehali, who is grabbing
the middle and top ropes to get up. Kyle seems to be a deer in the headlights and doesn’t know what to do to finish him. Well maybe one move can!

EMERALD FUSION!

THE COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!! NO! NOT YET, SHOULDER UP! JONATHON WEHALI JUST KICKED OUT OF EMERALD FUSION!

ROB MARTINEZ: Kyle didn’t hook the leg, and seems to be kicking himself.

Kyle looks like he hasn’t anything left. Wehali is moving, barely, but still moving. The crowd is in a frenzy. Wehali gets up, and motions to Kyle to BRING
IT ON! The man will not die. Kyle goes backs to basics, with his arsenal emptied out, and they tie up. Wehali gets the advantage, and puts on a side headlock.
He rides Kyle down, driving Kyle’s head into the mat. Wehali gets up and positions himself behind Kyle Roberts. Kyle gets up, but probably shouldn’t. KATAHA-JIME!
Kyle is trying to get out. He can’t. He is fading.

Jimmie Johnson checks the arm of Kyle Roberts.

It goes down, but doesn’t matter, cause Kyle swings his left leg between Wehali’s legs and hits him in the gonads. The move is released, and Kyle sees the
doubled over Wehali. He notices the ring bell. He hooks him in an Unprettier?

ROB MARTINEZ: Some fans know this move as the Unprettier, but in the NAPW, fans know this as… ASTROCIDE ON THE RING BELL! What the hell is Kyle doing?
He just did Donovan Astro’s pet move!

The cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match, and STILL REBEL World Champion! STYLIN’ KYLE ROBERTS!

Both men rise, Jonathon Wehali, much slower. He gave it his all tonight, but tonight was just a split second difference in who the champion is. Wehali stands
eye to eye with Roberts, and… extends his hand.

ROB MARTINEZ: Despite the bell being used, Wehali knew full well what the rules were in REBEL, and respects the match Kyle gave him. Kyle shakes Jonathon’s
hand, in a show of sportsmanship that doesn’t take place very often in REBEL.

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High Incident
11/06/2007
Mark Kingston damn near dies!

ROB MARTINEZ: Dio is at the mercy of the champ here, ladies and gentlemen … Wait, Kingston is flipping him over – KINGSTON CLUTCH! He’s locked Dio in
the KINGSTON CLUTCH!

That’s right! The modified camel clutch is locked in tight! Twenty-five foot in the air and Dio Muerte is locked in the dreaded Kingston Clutch – NO! A
masked man has run down the aisle and scaled the scaffolding in record time. Kingston releases his submission hold just in time to turn around – SUPERKICK!
The masked man just super kicked Mark Kingston!

ROB MARTINEZ: What the hell? Who is that?

Fortunately Kingston landed back on the platform, but the masked man is putting the boots to him. Wait. He’s reaching into his pants.

ROB MARTINEZ: Rope? Why does the masked man have rope?

The crowd are booing like crazy as the masked man creates a noose with the length of rope, tying one end to the top of the scaffolding. By this time Dio
Muerte has gotten back to his feet as well, and the two men, Dio and the masked man are putting the boots to Mark Kingston. He tries to get back to his
feet, but the blows keep raining down – LOW BLOWS! One to each Dio Muerte and the masked man!

ROB MARTINEZ: Desperate times call for desperate measures!

Dio falls as Kingston gets back to his feet. The masked man is feeling the effects of that low blow, just like he feels the boot to the midsection BEFORE
HE’S THROWN FROM THE PLATFORM!

ROB MARTINEZ: MY GOD! The masked man just got tossed from the platform by Mark Kingston! Whoever it is, he’s out of it!

But Kingston can’t enjoy it too long as Dio Muerte nails him with a low blow of his own! The champ is doubled over in agony as Dio connects with a fisherman
buster! The platform rocks upon impact, but it’s still suspended above the ring. Dio looks down off the platform o see the masked man out cold in a pile
of broken tables, and a new anger flares in the mad man’s eyes. He grabs Kingston by the scalp again, dragging him back to his feet – COUNTER-PUNCH! Kingston
lands one to the midsection! The crowd cheer as the champ nails a haymaker to the face of Dio Muerte! The challenger is holding on for dear life, clutching
to that vertical pole on the platform as Mark Kingston continues wailing away with stiff rights. Dio’s rocking, but he’s still holding on as Kingston swings
once again – DUCKED! Well, dodged, but Dio comes back with a hard shot of his own. It catches Kingston by surprise, as does the knee to the midsection
that follows! Kingston takes a step back and Dio grabs him back hair and pants and THROWS HIM FROM THE PLATFORM – AND THROUGH THE ANNOUNCER’S TABLE! Jenny
Jersey and Rob Martinez scatter.

The crowd fall silent as Mark Kingston lies motionless among the broken shards of the announcer’s table.

Dio Muerte has just hurled his opponent, his enemy clear of the ring. Twenty five foot down, crashing through the announcer’s table. But the man himself
is climbing down the scaffolding. There’s an eerie silence as Dio climbs into the ring, whereupon he helps the masked man back to his feet.

IT’S. JEFF. JAMES! HE’S BACK! REUNITED WITH DIO MUERTE!

The duo go to the outside, and grab up the title belt. Dio looks at it, and simply lays on the chest of the unconscious, Mark Kingston.

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TBA
11/13/2007
Falls Count Anywhere for the REBEL Carolina’s Title: Link Van Haggard vs (C) Mark Kingston

Jenny Jersey stands in the middle of the ring as the crowd gets quiet…

JENNY JERSEY: The following contest is FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE and for the REBEL Carolinas Championship! Introducing first! Weighing in at two-hundred and
seventy two pounds, from Richmond, Virginia! He is the REBEL-Pro Carolinas Champion…MARK KINGSTON!

Nonpoints “Bullet With A Name” starts booming through the speakers and Mark Kingston comes out to a a screaming crowd. The Carolinas title is draped over
his shoulder and he makes his way to the ring, slapping a few hands on his way.

JENNY JERSEY: And the challenger, from Napier, New Zealand. Weighing in tonight at one-hundred and eighty pounds…LINK VAN HAGGARD!

”Super Trooper” by Abba starts to play and Link comes out from the back. Instantly the crowd starts to boo and Link just soaks it up. He then rushes the
ring and Kingston stands tall, nearly twice the size of Link Van Haggard. They get nose to nose and Kingston raises his title. Alan Stone pushes the two
apart and sends them to their respectful corners.

The bell rings and Link Van Haggard and Mark Kingston quickly end up in a collar elbow tie-up. Mark easily overpowers Link and sends him flying into the
corner. Kingston rushes and lands a corner clothesline on Haggard which drops him to the mat. Mark Kingston wants to finish this one early and lifts Haggard
up. Kingston hits the ropes and RICHMO- Van Haggard quickly jumps out of the way and dives out of the ring. Kingston was determined to end this before
it even started. Link climbs back into the ring and the two tie up once more. Link drops to the mat and Low Blow! Kingston drops to his knees and Link
hits the ropes…Dropkick to the back of Kingstons head. Link is trying to take control of this match. He drags Kingston to the apron and places him so
that his upper body is hanging outside of the ring. Link grabs hold of the ropes and KENTA KNEE right onto the spine of Mark Kingston!

REX CALIBER: What a knee shot from Link!

Kingston falls to the buy cialis online outside and holds his back in pain. Link starts to search under the ring and quickly slides out a table. He drags it over to the guard
rail and sets it up so that its being held up by the apron and the guard rail. Link walks over to Kingston and CLOTHESLINE out of nowhere! Kingston lays
Haggard out! He then lifts him up with one hand and drags him over to the table Link just set up. He’s setting up for a powerbomb! He lifts him up and
Haggard with a thumb to the eye! Kingston lets go of Haggard and tends to his eye. This gives Haggard a chance to get to his feet. Kingston turns around
and Link nails him with a hard right. Kingston shakes it off and plants Link with a hard left that causes him to stumble backward into the table. Kingston
senses an opportunity and rushes Haggard, driving a knee into his gut and quickly grabbing him in gut wrench position. The crowd knows what’s about to
happen and GUT WRENCH POWERBOMB through the table! Haggard is down! Kingston drops to the cover and this match may be over before it even started!

One!

Two!

CHET WHETTLESON: He may have him!

Thr-Link kicks out! Kingston seems a bit surprised and starts to check the ring for a weapon. He pulls out a chair and Link is starting to come back to
life. Kingston takes a moment to think about what he’s going to do next and just as Link gets to his feet…STEEL CHAIR to the head! The chair forms around
Links head and he collapses. The crowd is going wild and Kingston doesn’t go for a pin. He grabs hold of Link and starts to drag him toward the front of
the ring. He checks under the ring once again and slides out a table. He sets it up diagonal against the guard rail. He lifts Link up and gets a knee to
the ribs for his effort and DDT onto the concrete! Kingston falls limp and Haggard may of taken control of this match. Link climbs into the ring and Kingston
seems to be coming around. Kingston gets to one knee and Link hits the ropes… Springboard cross body! Haggard collides with Kingston and and quickly
bounces up to his feet. The crowd is booing, Kingston is slowly getting up and Link Van Haggard gives him a hard kick to the ribs. He then lifts him up
and leans him onto the table. Link runs to the opposite side and hops onto the railing…The crowd is yelling and Kingston to move and Link runs and FLYING
SPLASH THROUGH THE TABLE! Link with the pin!

ONE!

TWO!

THRE- SHOULDER UP!

REX CALIBER: He almost had him.

Link is in shock. The crowd is going wild! He grabs Kingston and drags him toward the entrance. He puts a few boots into his face and keeps dragging him..
They reach the curtain and Link lifts Kingston to his feet. Kingston with the thumb to the eye! He needs to regain control and he lays Haggard out with
a hard right. Kingston then grabs and throws him through the curtain, causing the metal frame to fall over onto Haggard. Link starts to crawl away and
Kingston hits him with a boot to the head. viagra online Kingston then walks over to the guard rail and grabs a chair from one of the fans. Link is on his hands and
knees and…STEEL CHAIR! Link falls back to the ground and Kingston can smell victory. He stands over Haggard and then locks in THE KINGSTON CLUTCH! There
are no rope breaks for Haggard! He has nowhere to go! This has to be it! Haggard is screaming! He’s struggling to stay in this! He’s going to tap! Kingston
is applying pressure!

LINK WITH A LOW BLOW! KINGSTON LETS GO!

CHET WHETTLESON: Ouch.

Kingston falls to the ground and Link gets to his feet, the Kingston Clutch obviously hurt him. Link climbs onto the guard rail again and BULLET THE BLUE
SKY! NOBODY HOME! KINGSTON ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY! Kingston is pissed! He grabs a handful of Links hair and starts to drag him to the back. They make it
to the entrance of the Auditorium and Kingston slams Links face into the floor. Link rolls around, holding his face. Kingston starts to hit him with a
couple boots to the head and picks him up again only to take him down with a Triple Rib Breaker. Link is being torn apart! Kingston with the pin!

ONE!

TWO!

SHOULDER UP? Kingston is in shock! He takes a few steps back and waits for Link to get to his feet…BIG BOOT! DODGED! Kingston hits the wall! Link with
the roll up!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT! Link has had enough! He kicks Kingston right in the jaw and walks out the front door! Kingston is getting angrier and rushes him! He opens the
door and SUPERKICK by Link! Kingston was caught off guard and is nearly decapitated! Link lifts up the dazed Kingston and PIN ‘EM, WIN ‘EM!

ONE!

TWO!

THR-KICKOUT!

Link hits the floor in anger and starts to lift Kingston up…Elbow to the gut! Link lets go of Kingston and Kingston makes it to his feet. Hard right by
Kingston sends Link stumbling out onto the street. Kingston rushes and gives him a knee to the gut. Kingston drives his elbow into the back of Haggards
head…100 PROOF! Sitout Wheelbarrow Facebuster on the street! He hooks the leg! ONE! TWO! THR-NO!! Link somehow breaks the pin! Traffic is starting to
be interrupted and cars are starting to honk. Kingston looks over at a nearby driver who gives him the finger for holding traffic. Kingston then lifts
a limp Van Haggard and sends him FLYING into the his windshield! The windshield shatters and Link falls right onto the mans lap. Kingston then climbs onto
his hood and pulls Link out by his hair. He lifts him up and LINK WITH A SWINGING NECKBREAKER OFF THE CAR! Both men are lying on the street! Breathing
heavily and the ref has no choice but to start counting for a knock out!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Cars are starting to honk more and a few people are getting irate. One guy even tried to attack the guys but security managed to stop him.

FOUR!

FIVE!

SIX!

Link is starting to come back to life! Kingston is hardly moving!

SEVEN!

EIGHT!

Kingston somehow starts coming back to life and is almost to one knee.

NINE!

Link makes it to his feet! Kingston is on one knee!

CHET WHETTLESON: I’M SPEECHLESS!

REX CALIBER: I once wrestled a female midget naked! But never in the street!

SHINING WIZARD! and Kingston is knocked right back down! Link with the cover! ONE! TWO! THREE! WAIT!

The Alan Stone is arguing with an angry driver! Link looks at the Alan Stone and now he is arguing with the driver! Kingston is back on his feet and notices
that Link isn’t paying attention! ELBOW to the back of the head! Kingston grabs a hold of Links hair and drags him across the street! Irish whip into a
mail box! Link crashes into it and it topples over. Kingston grabs hold of Link and POWERBOMB ONTO THE MAILBOX! Kingston with the cover! ONE! TWO! THREE!
FOUR! FIVE! It would help if there was a referee! SIX! SEVEN! The referee finally comes back from the argument! ONE! Kickout! Kingston is pissed! He grabs
hold of Link and throws him into a nearby payphone. He grabs hold of the phone and starts to bash Link over the head. It busts him open and blood starts
to gush. Kingston then grabs hold of cord and wraps it around Links throat. Link starts to gasp for air. Kingston repeatedly sends fists into Links gash.
Link is struggling to breath! WAIT! Kingston applied too much pressure and the pay phone cord snapped! Link falls to the ground and tries to catch his
breath. Kingston takes the remaining cord and wraps it around Links neck again! LINK WITH ANOTHER LOW BLOW! Link knows it is the only way to temporarily
stop Kingston and loves using it. Link crawls away from Kingston and regains his composure. He wipes the blood out of his eyes with his shirt and begins
to walk back toward Kingston. He picks up the payphone that is drenched in his own blood and WHAM! He smashes the phone onto the skull of Kingston. AND
AGAIN! AND AGAIN! AND AGAIN! AND IT BREAKS IN TWO! Link grabs what seems to have the sharpest and and DRIVES it into Kingstons skull. Kingston is gushing!
Link is just DIGGING into Kingston’s head! And now the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

CHET WHETTLESON: SHOULDER UP?

Kingston doesn’t want to lose! Somehow he got his shoulder up and Link wants to finish this! He smashes the phone against Kingstons head once again and
climbs onto the payphone! MOONSAULT! CONNECTS WITH KNEES! Link bounces off Kingstons knees and cries out in pain. Kingston is calling for it! He lifts
Link up and grabs a hold of his head…HE SMASHES IT INTO THE WINDOW OF…A KRISPY KREME STORE! The window doesn’t break however…SO KINGSTON DRIVES HIS
HEAD INTO IT AGAIN! The manager of the store runs out and is yelling! Kingston has had enough of this! Link is leaning onto the window! Kingston… THE
RICHMOND LARIAT THROUGH THE WINDOW! The manager starts to scream and yell! Kingston and Link are out! Kingston slowly raises his arm and lays it over Links
chest!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!!

NO!

LINK GOT HIS SHOULDER UP!

REX CALIBER: Tough call for the kid.

CHET WHETTLESON: I know, so close, yet so far!

Kingston starts to yell. Kingston is struggling to get up and Link may not even know he broke http://viagraonline-genericmall.com/ out. Kingston is using his surroundings to pull himself up.
Link has rolled onto his stomach and is trying to push himself up to his feet. Kingston is back up and Link has barely lifted off the ground…Until Kingston
grabs hold of his shirt and lifts him up with one hand. Kingston grabs hold of Links face and starts yelling. “WHY THE FUCK WON’T YOU STAY DOWN!?” and
with that he throws him over the counter causing him to crash into the doughnuts. Kingston follows closely and both men are behind the counter. Kingston
is lifting Link back to his feet and DOUGHNUT IN THE EYE! Kingston lets Link go and starts yelling! His eye is starting to burn and he’s searching for
a sink! He jumps the counter makes a run for the bathroom sink. Link sees an opportunity and quickly follows him. He opens the bathroom door and Kingston
is trying to rinse out his eye…LINK WITH A DROPKICK TO THE BACK! It causes Kingston to hit his forehead on the faucet, further busting him open. Kingston
lets out a painful scream and Link throws him face first into the mirror. It instantly shatters, Kingston getting covered in glass shards. Link takes off
his shit and wraps it around the base of one of the shards. He then grabs hold of Kingston’s head and DIGS the shard into his head. Kingston starts to
scream and blood starts to flow in insane amounts. Kingston out of instinct sends an elbow into Links gut which causes him to drop the shard. Kingston
then grabs hold of Link and throws him through one of the bathroom stalls. He starts to throw fist after first, each of them connecting with Links face.
He then starts to drag him to the bathroom door and Link with a chop block! Kingston falls to one knee and ENZIGURI! Kingston falls flat on his face! Kingston
though, off of pure adrenaline manages to quickly bounce up. Link darts out the bathroom and Kingston follows. They both make it back to the store where
the manager is still yelling. Link is being chased by Kingston and SUPERKICK! KINGSTON CATCHES IT! LINK WITH A MODIFIED ENZIGURI! Kingston starts to stumble
and Link hops onto the counter! Jumping Hurricanrana! Kingston refuses to let him! He has him up in powerbomb position and starts running toward the non-destroyed
front window…RUNNING POWER- HURRICANRANA THROUGH THE WINDOW! Kingston is laying on the outside motionless! Link is still inside the shop! He slowly climbs
outside and the Alan Stone is checking on Kingston… Link may win this! But where is he going!? Link walks away, through the alley on the side of the
shop! Kingston is laying there motionless and Link is gone! WAIT! ON THE ROOF OF THE STORE! LINK VAN HAGGARD! NO!!

CHET WHETTLESON: THIS IS GOING TO BE CRAZY!

BULLET THE BLUE SKY OFF THE ROOF!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Link Van Haggard is wins! He’s laying there motionless next to Kingston. The referee helps him up and raises his hand. Kingston hasn’t moved in a couple
of minutes and Link slowly starts walking back to the auditorium.

CHET WHETTLESON: You think we will get sued?

REX CALIBER: We just saw Warren exit the building. He has a check book in hand, and going outside.

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of the match, and NEW REBEL PRO CAROLINAS CHAMPION, LINK VAN HAGGARD!

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TBA
11/13/2007
“The Show” steals more than the show!

Roberts, out of sheer instinct, pushes the ladder back into Young! Young staggers back, Roberts with a double leg takedown… Catapults Young into the exposed
turnbuckle! Young’s head makes a sickening thud against the exposed metal! He bounces back, and Roberts scoops Young up! He can barley hold him but somehow
manages

EMERALD FUSION!!

Roberts collapses in pain as he covers!

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of the match and STILL REBEL World Champion, STYLIN’ KYLE ROBER—

Interrupted by Kid Rock’s COCKY! Out walks Chad Kurtis, Matthew Kurtis, Jonathon Kurtis, Will Zaluki, Mandy and two other men. Those men are Warren who
is on a cell phone, and Donovan Astros, who is talking to Chad Kurtis, who is carrying his newly won cup. Kyle is standing, bloody as hell and wondering
about the commotion. He locks eyes with Astros, and doesn’t get off him.

CHET WHETTLESON: Damn, what is this about?

REX CALIBER: Maybe Chad wants to announce his title shot, Merrytime Massacre is the next event. Back in big Raleigh!

Warren is shaking his head, real nervous like. He doesn’t look like he is in charge, like he seemed earlier. He grabs a microphone.

WARREN: Ladies and gents, and Champ… Chad Kurtis has announced to me his title shot date.

REX CALIBER: Told you.

Kyle nods his head, but still seems confused. Massive blood lost doesn’t help. Astros grabs the mic.

DONOVAN ASTROS: Yeah, I gave Chad some friendly advice and with out further ado… Chad will face you, Champ, on NOVEMBER THE THIRTEENTH… TWO THOUSAND
SEVEN!

Kyle looks at Warren, who shakes his head yes.

WARREN: The rules say the holder can name the belt and the date of which the title match is. Dude.. I’m sorry… ring the bell.

REX CALIBER: HOLY SHIT! ASTROS IS SMARTER THAN ROBERTS!

CHET WHETTLESON: …..

The bell sounds and Chad enters the ring. Alan Stone grabs the belt back from Kyle Roberts. Chad hits a Lou Thesz press and begins assaulting Kyle with
fists. Astros throws a steel chair in the ring. Chad picks up Kyle Roberts, boot to the gut!

REX CALIBER: CK FUCKING FINALE ON A GOD DAMN CHAIR… I’M LOVING THIS!

ONE!

TWO!

IS THIS REAL?

ALAN STONES COUNT OF THREE MAKES IT REAL!

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of the match and NEW REBEL PRO WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, “THE SHOW” CHAD KURTIS!

Astros enters the ring and does Kyle’s signature, “I’m Smarter Than You” temple pointing pose. Kyle is out COLD! The Mafia celebrate, and the ring is showered
with debris. The fans start to jump the railing. Chad grabs his World belt, as the boys from the back, everyone from wrestlers to security, surround the
Bluegrass Mafia and Donovan Astros. Warren looks like he is gonna cry outside the ring. His first day on the job ends in the most despicable display of
sportsmanship in REBEL history.

CHET WHETTLESON: I don’t know what to say. People are getting arrested, we have cops arriving in drones, as the security can’t hold the people back from
the backstage area. This is chaos… this is sickening chaos.

REX CALIBER; I’ve been in a riot, and it’s always better to be the man running toward the back, than the man lying beat in the ring. Anyways, Kyle loses
in his seventh defense just like me… Karma man.. karma!

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Merrytime Massacre
12/04/2007
Ladder Match for the REBEL Carolina’s Championship: Manny X vs (C) Link Van Haggard

JENNY JERSEY: The next match is a ladder match for the REBEL Carolinas Championship. Introducing first the challenger, hailing from Los Angeles, California
and weighing in at two-hundred thirty-two pounds…MANNY X!

Jambi by Tool plays throughout the building and Manny X steps out from behind the curtain to a big ovation from the crowd. He makes his way down to the
ring and fans stick their hands over the barricade but Manny doesn’t acknowledge them. His eyes never move from the ladder that is positioned in the aisle.
He circles the ladder once and then slides into the ring and waits in his corner.

ROB MARTINEZ: Manny X looks all business here tonight. Could this be his night? Could he win the Carolinas Championship from Link Van Haggard?

REX CALIBER: I don’t know. Could this be my night though? I’ve been scoping out the crowd and I see some very eligible candidates to wrestle with Sexy Rexy
after the show. Especially her.

ROB MARTINEZ: She looks fresh out of high school!

REX CALIBER: Your point?

Behind Blue Eyes by Limp Bizkit booms from the speakers and Link Van Haggard steps out from behind the curtain wearing a tartan kilt and a leather jacket.
His title belt is slung over his shoulder. As he makes his way to the ring the boo birds rain down, but he keeps walking to the ring. He eyes the ladder
in the aisle, and then slides into the ring and hands his title belt to referee Dale McDonald. Dale gets the belt hung up and it’s raised up.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing second, hailing from Napier, New Zealand and weighing in at one-hundred eighty pounds, he is the REBEL Carolinas Champion, LINK
VAN HAGGARD!

ROB MARTINEZ: Link looks all business too. Seeing the look on the faces of these two, this match could turn out to be a classic REBEL match.

REX CALIBER: I just want to see if somebody falls on their head in this match.

The bell rings and the match is on. The two make their way to the center of the ring and lock up. Manny X is the more powerful of the two and http://canadianpharmacy-lowcost.com/ he gives Link
a few kicks to the chest doubling him over and then he gives him a hard elbow to the back of the head sending his face first into the mat. Manny then begins
stomping away at the back of Link Van Haggard’s head. Link rolls out of the way and scrambles to his feet, he then gives Manny X several hard right hands
to the face that send him back a few steps. Manny then comes back a thunderous right hand of his own the sends Link into the ropes. Manny runs towards
the ropes opposite of Link, bounces off of the ropes, and spears Link through the ropes and to the floor on the outside! The two begin to get up from the
floor, Manny X grabs the ring apron and hoists himself to his feet. Link crawls over to him and Manny grabs him by the hair and is about to come down with
a big right hand to the back of the head and Link lands a low blow!

ROB MARTINEZ: That’s not the first time that we’ve seen Link gain the upper hand by using a low blow.

REX CALIBER: Link used a low blow three times in his last match. If he does that again I can’t see Manny X having any kids.

Manny X collapses to the floor after the low blow and Link goes on the offensive. He hits Manny in the back of the head with several hard knees and Manny
goes down to the floor again. Link walks away from Manny X and stands over by the stairs. Manny X gets to his knees and grabs the ring apron to hold himself
up. Link comes running in and lands a drop kick to the chest of Manny X again sending him to the floor. Link walks over to the ladder, takes it and slides
it into the ring. He picks up Manny X and rolls him into the ring, Link then follows. Link hits Manny with a hard right hand to the face and then lays
him on the ladder. Link goes to the top turnbuckle.

ROB MARTINEZ: What is Link Van Haggard going to do here?

REX CALIBER: I can only imagine he’s going to jump off the top rope, but I could be wrong, I’m just watching to see if he falls on his head!

Link leaps off of the turnbuckle with a big body splash, MANNY ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY! Link’s ribs and sternum slam into the ladder from the top rope. Manny
X gets to his feet and stomps on Link’s ribs as he rives in pain on the mat. Manny rolls to the outside and grabs a steel chair.

ROB MARTINEZ: As is a ladder wasn’t enough, he has to use a chair!

Manny slides back into the ring with the chair and lays it in the middle of the ring. Manny scoops Link off of the canvas and brings him over to the chair
and lands a big DDT on the chair! Manny then begins to lay in more stomps on Link. Manny kicks the chair out of the ring and then goes over and grabs the
ladder off of the mat and puts it where the chair was. Manny opens the ladder and then puts Link Van Haggard’s legs in between the ladder and then SLAMS
THE LADDER TOGETHER! Link’s legs could be broken! Manny rolls Link off of the ladder and then sets it up in the middle of the ring. Manny then begins climbing
the ladder and he takes his time doing so. Link uses the ropes to help himself get to his feet and he then walks over to the ladder and grabs Manny X on
the ladder. Manny is holding onto the ladder with everything he has, but Link some how power bombs Manny to the mat with authority! Manny is down, Link
falls backwards to the mat, both men are down.

ROB MARTINEZ: Link just saved the match and his title with that move. Out of desperation he slammed Manny X to the mat.

REX CALIBER: You do some real crazy shit when you’re desperate. You probably know about that Robby boy.

ROB MARTINEZ: Please don’t call me that Rex, thanks.

The two men slowly get to their feet, Link holding his ribs and gingerly standing on one leg, and Manny X holding the back of his neck. The two then begin
to exchange right hands, Link, Manny, Link, Manny, back and forth. Manny lands one right hand and then blocks a right hand from Link and lands another
right, and another right. Link is pushed against the ropes as Manny keeps laying in right hands to the face. Link with a rake of the eyes sends Manny X
stumbling backwards and then lands a clothesline that sends Manny to the canvas. Link hops up onto the second rope and lands a body splash onto Manny,
but it cost him. Link hurt his leg and his ribs before and he just remembered that after that move. Manny gets to his feet and Link begins to get to his.
Manny runs at Link and takes his legs out from under him with a swift kick to the back of that bad right leg. Link goes down and holds his leg. Manny slides
out of the ring and picks up the chair that he kicked out before. He goes back into the ring and Link starts pulling himself to his feet using the ladder.
Manny goes behind Link and then swings the chair taking out his right leg! Link goes down holding his leg again. Link is yelling in pain after that chair
shot.

ROB MARTINEZ: Manny is targeting Link’s legs to try and limit the high flier.

REX CALIBER: Manny X is crazy, we’ve seen it before, he’ll cut you mang.

Manny lifts the chair above his head and brings it down onto Links leg and Link screams in pain again. Manny sees his opportunity open up so he drops the
chair and begins to climb the ladder again. He makes his way to the top of the ladder and Link Van Haggard has made it to his feet. Link grabs Manny’s
foot but the other foot kicks him in the face sending him stumbling backwards. Link goes back over to Manny X and grabs his foot again. Manny tries to
kick him but Link backs up and lands a low blow on Manny X. Link then lands a big NECKBREAKER OFF OF THE LADDER!

ROB MARTINEZ: Manny sort of hurt his neck with that power bomb and Link was smart enough to go back to that neck.

REX CALIBER: Speaking of neck…

ROB MARTINEZ: REX! Let’s keep it below an X rating please.

Link lifts Manny X up off of the mat, he then gives him a right to the gut and then a swift kick to the gut doubling him over. Link then hops onto the second
rope again and lands a big leg drop on the back of Manny’s neck and Manny goes down to the mat hard. Link gets to his feet but holds his right leg after
landing the leg drop. Link walks over to the ladder and folds it up. He then takes it over to the turnbuckle and places the ladder against the turnbuckle.
Link then walks back over to Manny X, who is holding his neck still, and lifts him to his vertical base. Link pushes Manny into the corner and lands several
rights to the face. Link then whips Manny X hard into the ladder. Link then comes running at Manny X who moves out of the way. Link’s ribs meet that ladder
for a second time in this match. Manny goes and picks up the steel chair he was using before and whacks Link ‘s ribs with it as he leans up against the
ladder.

ROB MARTINEZ: Link was leaned against the ladder and then he was hit with a chair, that must’ve hurt badly, stuck between a rock and a hard place.

REX CALIBER: You ever hear of that guy who cut his arm off when he was pinned under a boulder? No? Ok. Yeah, that must’ve hurt Link bad, his ribs must be
hurtin’.

Manny then goes back to the legs to try and limit the high flying maneuvers that Link uses. Manny lands a snapmare and then rolls Link onto his stomach
and then tries to lock in a Boston Crab to try and weaken the legs even more. Link gets away though by rolling out of the ring. Manny X follows him outside
of the ring and the two begin to exchange right hands again. Link blocks a right from Manny and lands yet another low blow!

REX CALIBER: Yeah, that’s it, no kids for Manny X.

Link then whips Manny into the barricade and then follows it up with a running clothesline that makes Manny’s feet go up into the air. Link slides into
the ring and hops onto the turnbuckle closest to Manny X. Link with a HUGE BODY SPLASH OFF THE TOP TURNBUCKLE! Manny X is down, Link Van Haggard is down.
What a move, injured leg and ribs can’t hold Link from flying. Link gets up holding his ribs and he picks Manny X up off the floor and then whips him into
the stairs close by. Link limps over to the ring apron and goes under it and pulls a table out and a pop comes from the crowd. Link sets up the table right
next to the ring. He goes back to Manny X who is slouched against the ring stairs and rolls him onto the table. Link hits Manny with a few rights to the
face and then rolls into the ring. He goes to the top turnbuckle again, Link’s going to fly again. But Manny X rolls off of the table. Link hops off of
the turnbuckle and rolls to the outside of the ring. he grabs Manny and rolls him into the ring. Link slides in after him.

Link whips Manny against the ropes and goes from a drop kick, but Manny X holds onto the ropes. Manny rolls out of the ring and goes under the ring for
a second and out of nowhere he emerges with a pizza cutter! He slides back into the ring and Link is just getting back to his vertical base. Manny tries
to cut Link’s forehead but he grabs Manny’s hand as the pizza cutter was coming towards him. Link gives Manny a knee to the gut and then bounces off the
ropes and goes for a knee to the head but Manny lands a clothesline sending Link to the canvas.

ROB MARTINEZ: Here’s Manny X’s opportunity to use that pizza cutter.

REX CALIBER: Would you like your Link Van Haggard thinly sliced?

Manny rolls Link over onto his back and he then pins him to the mat and begins cutting up Link’s back with that pizza cutter! Link screams in pain and he
grabs the bottom rope and pulls himself out of the ring. Manny holds up the pizza cutter and the crowd gives him an ovation. Manny tosses the pizza cutter
out of the ring and grabs the steel chair again. He goes out of the ring to chase after Link. Manny swings the chair at Link but he misses and hits the
ring stairs and a loud bang echoes throughout the building. Link scrambles back into the ring and Manny X follows. Manny swings the chair for Link’s head
but he ducks and drives Manny into the turnbuckle and follows up with several shoulder thrusts to Manny’s ribs. Manny X dropped the chair when Link drove
him into the corner and now Link picks it up. Manny comes out of the corner and WHAM A THUNDEROUS CHAIR SHOT! Link with a huge chair shot to the head of
Manny X and he goes down in a heap. Link begins to climb the ladder slowly. Each rung on the ladder causes great pain for Link and his injured leg. Link
reaches the top rung of the ladder and Manny X begins to climb. Manny X reaches the top and the two exchange right hands. Manny grapples with Link, he
tries to get him onto his shoulders.

ROB MARTINEZ: What’s Manny X going to do here? Those two are very high up!

REX CALIBER: Manny’s been gang bangin’ since ’94!

Link is on Manny’s shoulders and it looks like Manny is going to drop Link off of the ladder. But suddenly the ladder begins to tip over from the weight
being shifted to the side. The ladder has fallen and Manny X and Link Van Haggard have been sent through the table that was positioned at ringside! The
crowd goes wild and a chant starts up “HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!”

ROB MARTINEZ: The two of them could very well be broken in half!

REX CALIBER: They didn’t land on their heads but shit, that’s good enough! One more time!

The two of the men are motionless under the wrecked table. A piece of the table begins to move and Link Van Haggard begins to crawl out from the wreckage.
Link begins to crawl into the ring. He uses the ropes to hoist himself to his feet. He then grabs the ladder and sets it up again in the middle of the
ring. Link’s ribs were injured before the fall through the table and now they’re only worse. Each rung causes much pain for Link Van Haggard. Manny X begins
to stir. Link continues up the ladder and Manny begins to crawl into the ring. Link reaches for the belt, Manny reaches for the ladder. Link grabs the
belt, Manny tries to grab Link’s foot, but Link gets the belt and pulls it down!

JENNY JERSEY: HERE IS YOUR WINNER AND STILL REBEL CAROLINAS CHAMPION…LINK VAN HAGGARD!

The referee raises Link Van Haggard’s hand and the boos rain down on him from the crowd. He exits the ring and makes his way back to the locker room and
the boos continue. Manny X gets to his feet in the ring, the medical staff come out to tend to him but he waves them off. He exits the ring to a positive
ovation from the crowd and he makes his way to the locker room.

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NAPW/REBEL Supershow IV: Ultimate Attrition
12/11/2007
Battle of the Egos II: Kyle Roberts vs Donovan Astros

FRANK WARBURTON: It is now time for the NAPW/REBEL Supershow MAINNNNN EVENNNNNT! Introducing first…

Darkness. Silence, other than the buzz of the crowd.

“Do not attempt to adjust the picture.”

The first guitar riff from “Cult of Personality” by Living Colour blares over the PA.

“We will control the horizontal.”

Guitar riff #2.

“We will control the vertical.”

BAM. Living Color kicks in full-force and Donovan Astros steps through the curtain to a torrent of boos, ready to go in his “walk of fame” tights. No jacket.
No smirk today. Astros looks angry, unhappy and even disgusted. He glares at a fan giving him hell on his way down the aisle, shaking his head.

FRANK WARBURTON: Introducing first! From Los Angeles California, he weighs in at two hundred and twenty-seven pounds… the self-proclaimed “best wrestler
on God’s Green Earth” … ladies and gentlemen, he is DONOVAN ASTROOOOOOOOS!

Astros wipes his feet on the ring apron and steps through the ropes. He raises his arms and then hits his corner, fixing his glare on the entrance curtain…
“I AM THE MAN!”

And even surprisingly, considering the way the man left almost a year ago… THE CROWD GOES RAISIN. The smooth, soulful (and annoying) sounds of Philosopher
Kings crank up and out comes the only man possibly arrogant enough to come out to their track “I Am The Man.” He is wearing his classic green tights and
wearing the old “Man With The Blood On His Hands” t-shirt. And of course, the heavy gold REBEL world title belt around his waist. Roberts takes his time
on the way to ring, no doubt trying to make Donovan Astros impatient.

FRANK WARBURTON: And his opponent! Making his wrestling RETURN to an NAPW ring tonight, from Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan, he weighs in at two-hundred and fifty-seven
pounds! The reigning REBEL World Heavyweight champion and former 5-time NAPW Tag team champion, ladies and gentlemen, he is STYLIN’ KYLE ROBERRRRRRRTS!
BILL HEWSON: A match that has been in the making for the entire fall of 2007! This entire issue began when Kyle Roberts was the guest referee for Donovan
Astros vs The Beast, when The Beast won the NAPW world title. Astros blamed Roberts, and since then these two men have travelled from Alberta to Carolina
to get at each other!

REX CALIBER: Well Astros is alright by me, the guy’s a jerk but he cost Kyle Roberts the REBEL world title, that makes him awesome in my book.

BILL HEWSON: Astros the man responsible for Chad Kurtis’ controversial title win against Roberts, but Roberts struck back, laying Donovan out with the ring
bell last month at the “Aces High” event. Each man was banned from the other’s promotion after that. Roberts won the REBEL title back just last week at
REBEL Pro Wrestling’s “Merrytime Massacre” card, and that brings us to this match, right here, right now in Calgary, the first ever meeting of Stylin’
Kyle Roberts and Donovan Astros! And this match is why all these fans are here tonight, and the atmosphere is electric!

Roberts fakes out entering the ring, then chooses to circle ringside, high-fiving fans. If only because it makes his own ego bigger. He shakes hands with
a surprised and distrusting Hewson, then winks at a fuming Rex Caliber. Those two will never be friends again.

And Astros has had it! Slingshot over the top rope right onto Kyle Roberts! Whoa! Astros wipes out Kyle and sends some right hands into his face, then rolls
his man into the ring. Kiebiech rings the bell as Astros enters and Roberts vs Astros is OFFICIAL.

Astros arguably the better brawler, letting off his frustration into the face of Stylin’ Kyle Roberts. He picks up the REBEL belt, which has fallen on the
canvas, and holds it above his head like he’s the champion. The crowd gives him hell for that. Astros then holds the belt up like a weapon, ready to splat
Roberts, but Kiebiech tells him he’ll call the DQ right away!

BILL HEWSON: This match isn’t REBEL rules, although Astros is an NAPW superstar, he should know that!

REX CALIBER: Just another example of NAPW management continues the proud tradition of holding its best superstars down!

BILL HEWSON: A tradition started by yourself, of course, all spring and summer long in NAPW. And if the lack of REBEL rules hurts anybody, it’s Stylin’
Kyle Roberts, the REBEL World Champion… but we all know he doesn’t need weapons to break Donovan Astros!

REX CALIBER: Oh, sure, take his side.

Astros slaps on a side headlock now to keep Kyle down, wrenching it in — Kyle counters with a back suplex! Astros laid out. Kyle is up, gives a grin to
the fans and then takes Astros by the hair. “I’m going to dropkick him in the FACE.” Roberts pulls Astros up, measures him… then leaps up and dropkicks
him in the face.

BILL HEWSON: He’s an arrogant, presumptuous son of a bitch, but he’s at least straight with people!

Kyle points to his head, reminding the fans and indeed Astros that he is “SMARTER THAN YOU.” Roberts goes to pick Astros up again, ooh, an eye gouge from
Astros halts that. Astros with a stiff shot to the abs of Roberts and then an irish whip, Astros follows in and Kyle flips over Astros’ kneelift. Astros
with a sildenafil in romana SOCCER KICK to the spine of Roberts back, followed up by MY FAVORITE MOVE, the Mr. Perfect rolling necksnap! Astros pulls Kyle’s forehead down to
the canvas and it SNAPS back, Kyle looking in pain. Astros makes the first cover of the match, gets a two count, lots of wrestling left to be had. That’s
okay, Astros doesn’t want Kyle’s pain to end YET.

Donovan Astros the aggressor, backs Kyle into the ropes and CHOPS him in the chest. That’s not good enough. Astros rips off the t-shirt, revealing the HAIRY,
HORRIBLY HAIRY chest of Kyle Roberts.

REX CALIBER: I swear his dad was Chewbacca and his mum was sasquatch!

BILL HEWSON: Well, I’d say “will you be serious” but Roberts could make a rug out of all that body hair…

REX CALIBER: The girls like a smooth man, Hewson. And when I say smooth, I mean EVERYWHERE.

BILL HEWSON: …can I please have Jack back?

Astros CHOPS the hairy chest of Roberts. You can’t very well call it a “bare” chest. Maybe a “bear” chest. Astros gets some good impact but ROBERTS HAS
A NATURAL BUFFER. Also, Astros looks somewhat grossed out by the feel of all that scratchy hair against his hand. He goes to chop again, thinks twice of
it, and punches Kyle straight in the face. Kiebiech warns about a closed fist, brushed off by Astros. Irish whip into the corner, Roberts reverses! Charge
in, Astros catches the man with a drop toe-hold, sending Kyle face first into the bottom turnbuckle. And now it’s Astros turn to point to his head, mocking
Kyle’s “SMARTER THAN YOU” routine to some mega heel-heat. He grabs the top rope and puts his boot against the back of Kyle’s head, just mashing the REBEL
champ’s face into the bottom turnbuckle. Ref counts one, two, three, four, Astros breaks.

Roberts pulls himself up chest-first against the turnbuckle, Astros decides it’s time to hit a STINGER SPLASH — nobody home! Donovan staggers out of the
corner as Roberts unloads another dropkick to the face! That floors Astros, but he’s right back up to be DROPKICKED down again, Astros gets up again, a
third DROPKICK and this time Astros stays down! Roberts pumps his fists, then covers Astros for a two-count. Roberts pulls his man up and grabs a hammerlock,
twisting Astros’ arm behind his back. Forearm shivers into the lower back of Astros, softening the man up for the BEAR-TAMER. Hammerlock back suplex! That’ll
hurt the arm and the back! Roberts building some momentum, backbreaker. He grabs Astros’ arms from behind and drives his foot between the shoulder blades
for a standing surfboard stretch! Astros shakes his head “no,” he’s not giving up…

BILL HEWSON: There’s nothing more that Kyle Roberts would like than to win this match with the Bear-Tamer and get the submission victory.

REX CALIBER: Well I hate the damn man, but the Bear-Tamer is one painful damn move and Astros needs to avoid it all costs. But don’t forget about Astros’
own submission moves, it might be Kyle tapping out tonight. Hell, I know I’d love to see that.

Kyle breaks the hold, then drives the knee into the back. Astros is trying to get up, Kyle there to take control with a cravate. He snapmares Astros down,
then hits his own soccer kick to Astros’ lower back. The crowd “OOOHS” in sympathy at the sound of that, then cheers because they love seeing Astros get
his. Astros to his feet. Kyle Roberts unloads his own chops, then sends Astros into the corner. Roberts climbs up and begins the TEN PUNCH COUNTALONG!
ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! TEN!

And one to grow on.

Kyle gets off. Astros looks punch-drunk. He takes one, two, three steps out and then promptly flops straight on his face to a thunderous ovation. Roberts
hooks the leg ONE TWO KICKOUT. Not yet, no way. Roberts picks up Astros and chops him some. Astros is allowed to stagger out into the ring, and that’s
when he gets booted in the gut. Kyle flips over the doubled-over Astros and NAILS the Polar-izer! That puts the man in perfect position for the

LIONSAULT!

ONE!

TWO!

TH—Astros kicks out!

Roberts is okay with that though, he quickly grabs the legs! BEAR-TAMER! Roberts trying to turn Astros over, Donovan is fighting, but he can’t for much
longer! Roberts has it locked on! COULD DONOVAN ASTROS TAP?

REX CALIBER: COME ON ASTROS MAKE THE ROPES!

BILL HEWSON: You’re so unbiased. Roberts has Astros locked into the Bear-Tamer, but Astros is fighting — but how much can he take?

REX CALIBER: Enough to shut you up!

Roberts yelling fiercely, he wants this, but… Astros is able to crawl and grab the bottom rope. Kyle doesn’t actually want to let go and Kiebiech starts
counting one, two, three, four, finally he does. Astros holds the bottom rope for dear life, like it will make the hurting stop. Roberts wants more, but
Kiebiech tells him to let the man get out of the ropes. Kyle almost shoves the ref but thinks twice about it. Fine. Kiebiech talks to Astros, are you okay
ROBERTS BASEBALL SLIDE!

Astros sent out to the floor. Roberts, still in the ring, taunts Astros and raises his arms. “WHO’S THE MAN?” “YOU ARE”! the crowd replies. Astros trying
to get back in, Roberts grabs a handful of hair and pulls LOW BLOW. Astros with a low blow, the ref didn’t see it! Astros drops to the floor, then trips
Kyle up. He doesn’t pull him out, though, instead pulls Kyle towards the ring post… CROTCHED. Kyle pulled crotch-first into the ring post but that’s
not all Astros has planned for the post. He pretzels Kyle’s legs and applies the RING-POST FIGURE FOUR!

BILL HEWSON: Astros has to be careful not to get disqualified but Roberts is in a hugely painful predicament! My goodness!

REX CALIBER: That just goes to show that Donovan Astros has studied the best, and can wrestle like the best! He’s ten times the wrestler Kyle Roberts is
with his stupid Bear-Tamer!

BILL HEWSON: A move you yourself admitted hurts like crazy!

REX CALIBER: I ain’t never said that, you’re crazy!

Kiebiech tells Astros “if you don’t let go I’m counting you out!” He’s up to seven when Astros finally lets go, but the damage may be done. Astros lets
go and picks himself up, snarling at the fans before sliding in before the ten. Roberts is trying to extricate himself from the ring-post, gingerly, and
that’s when Astros begins STOMPING THE SHIT out of his leg. STOMP STOMP STOMP. Kiebiech telling Astros to get out of the corner one two three four five
ASTROS! Donovan stops just before a possible DQ, then smirks at Kiebiech. He pulls Kyle out of the corner and works the knee, dropping several elbows on
it. Then, he lets Kyle… get up?

Roberts on a weak knee to his feet, Astros makes to come in and nail it, Roberts tries to block, and that’s all Astros needs to grab Kyle by the head and
ASTROLABE DDT the man into the canvas. Roberts is planted and Astros sits up. And for the first time in the match, his cocky grin has re-appeared. He takes
his time, then throws an arm over Kyle for ONE, TWO, kick-out. Lazy cover there, but Astros doesn’t seem to care. He doesn’t want to win it that way. Kyle
is trying to pull himself up by the ropes, and Astros says nah. He hooks the man and delivers a beautiful Butterfly Suplex, straight overhead. Roberts
hits the canvas hard and that’s when Donovan Astros unveils his hand.

By grabbing Kyle’s legs and turning him over for the BEAR-TAMER.

BILL HEWSON: His own move! Stylin’ Kyle’s own move and Astros has it locked on the man! Donovan Astros doesn’t want to just beat Kyle Roberts, he wants
to beat him with his OWN MOVE!

REX CALIBER: OH YEAHHHH!

BILL HEWSON: The Bear-Tamer hurts the back most of all, but it’s bad on the legs, and with the damage Astros has done to Kyle’s legs, this could be over
right here! Kyle’s only hope is to make the ropes!

Roberts is in a world of hurt! Astros cinching back, especially focusing on the one knee with his grip, and Kyle is far from the ropes. He reaches out,
then yells in pain, pulling back. His face tells the story. Kyle looks like he might tap out, his hand hovering above the mat, shaking…

No! He bites his knuckles against the pain, and then begins crawling, scratching. Roberts getting some distance, Astros having a hard time keeping his grip…
Kyle almost there… almost there… GETS THE BOTTOM ROPE! Astros won’t let go though, one, two, three, four, five, Astros finally lets go. Kiebiech gets
right in Astros’ face, warning him to stop pushing the limits. Astros sneers in his face. “What are you going to DoooOO—*” SCHOOL-BOY! ONE! TWO! Astros
gets out! And he’s PISSED! Thumb to Kyle’s eye! Astros, wait a minute what’s this? He’s going to the top rope! He’s got Kyle’s arm…

STEELE TOWER!

Astros covers!

ONE!

TWO!

TH—KICK-OUT!

And this time, Astros looks surprised. “What, are you kidding?” Kiebiech assures him it was two. Astros says whatever, and pulls Roberts up. It’s time to
end this. He hooks the arms from behind, ASTROCIDE — no, Kyle counters! HE STANDS UP — ASTROS IS UPSIDE DOWN! NO WAY!

VERTEBREAKER! VERTEBREAKER! ASTROS SMASHED INTO THE CANVAS!

BILL HEWSON: Kyle Roberts using Astros’ OWN Shockwave maneuver against him, countering Astrocide with his last strength!

REX CALIBER: But he can’t capitalize, Hewson, he DID use his last strength!

And the referee makes the standing ten count with both Kyle and Astros down on the canvas. ONE! TWO! THREE!

Ain’t nobody movin’.

FOUR! FIVE!

Astros twitches!

SIX!

Astros somehow getting to his feet, a groggy look on his face.

SEVEN!

EIGHT!

Kyle starts trying to get up!

NINE~!

SOMEHOW HE MAKES IT!

Kiebiech says both men are up, and this match continues! Astros comes in, throws a right hand, Kyle just absorbs it, trying to shake off the cobwebs! The
crowd is starting to get WHITE HOT! Astros with another right, BLOCKED —

FINGER POINT!

“YOUUUUUUUUU!”

BILL HEWSON: KYLE ROBERTS IS STYLIN’ UP!

REX CALIBER: This business is ruined forever.

Roberts UNLOADS! RIGHT HAND! RIGHT HAND! RIGHT HAND! Annnnnnd… RIGHT HAND! Astros goes down this time good, and it’s time for Kyle to try the Bear-Tamer
— but his leg gives out! He can’t do it! Astros rolls the man up, FEET ON THE ROPES ONE, TWO, TH—KIEBIECH SEES IT! No three-count there! Astros snarls
at Kiebiech and then grabs Roberts again COUNTERED! KYLE WITH THE MOOSE JAW DRIVER!

ON ONE LEG! He gets it!

ONE! TWO! THREE—

KICK-OUT!

Astros still has it in him! Kyle signals for the Emerald Fusion, it’s OVER! He pulls Astros into position, no, the leg gives out again! Kyle can’t hold
him up! Astros sweeps Kyle’s legs out from under him, GOING FOR THE BEAR-TAMER AGAIN! KYLE WON’T SURVIVE A SECOND TIME —

KYLE GETS AN INSIDE CRADLE!!!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!!!

FRANK WARBURTON: The winner of the match, STYLIN’ KYLE ROBERTS!

AND THE OGDEN GOES PURE GUAVA!

BILL HEWSON: ROBERTS DID IT! HE BEAT ASTROS! DONOVAN ASTROS GETS WHAT HE DESERVES!

REX CALIBER: I can’t believe it, man!

BILL HEWSON: Calgary believes it tonight!

Donovan Astros, quite frankly, looks ready to cry. He’s holding his head, an expression of shock on his face. One, two, three, just like that, and it’s
over. Roberts has a clean win on him. Roberts gets up with the ropes, limping on one leg, posing to the fans.

Wait, what’s this? He holds out a hand to Donovan Astros?

REX CALIBER: Bout time Roberts showed some class!

Astros looks at Kyle’s outstretched hand like it’s a dead raccoon. But that’s okay, because Kyle pulls the hand away and smoothes his hair out anyways.
“Yeah right.” Head tap. “SMARTER THAN YOU!” Astros lips tremble and he slides out of the ring, stalking up the rampway in a foul mood. Kyle takes the REBEL
title belt and holds it up high as the Calgary fans groove to “I AM THE MAN.”

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