Blood Exchange 05/12/2009

BLOOD EXCHANGE
05/12/2009
Fans are milling around at the Exchange Club Fairground; they are just talking and having a good time before the show starts.

“Backed up against the wall”

Heads jerk up in surprise and excitement, they know as soon as this song finishes playing, the show will start. They quickly begin to make their way to
their seats.

“The animal makes his final stand
He spits and growls and shows his teeth
He’s a foreigner in his own land”

Fans file down the aisles into their seats. Some fans have popcorn, some beer, some Cokes, but each has a smile on his or her face.

“When there’s nowhere else to run
You’re a rebel
No more battles to be one
You’re a rebel
Stands out there with his pride
Fights with no one on his side
You’re a rebel”

“Rebel Pro! Rebel Pro! Rebel Pro! Rebel Pro! Rebel Pro! Rebel Pro! Rebel Pro!”

They are excited and begin to cheer wildly as Rob Martinez, newly hired announcer Corey Taylor, and the always lovely Jenny Jersey walk from the back and
to the ringside area. Jenny stops to give a few fans a quick autograph and she hugs a man, who enjoys the attention before going and grabbing a microphone.
“Without mercy the pack descends
Hear the cries of justice are in his defense
With a smug satisfaction they strip him bare
They kill the soul that should have flourished there”

The song dies just a bit.

JENNY JERSEY: Are you READY?!

They cheer wildly as the song comes back to full volume.

“When there’s nowhere else to run
You’re a rebel
No more battles to be one
You’re a rebel
Stands out there with his pride
Fights with no one on his side
You’re a rebel”

“REBEL PRO REBEL PRO REBEL PRO REBEL PRO REBEL PRO REBEL PRO REBEL PRO”

Jenny is smiling and waiting for the song to end, as is much if not all of the crowd here tonight.

“You’re a rebel and not a winner
You’re a fighter and now you’re bloodied
You’re a rebel and not a winner
You’re a fighter and now you’re bloodied
You’re a rebel and not a winner
You’re a fighter and now you’re bleeding”

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“Carbomb” by the Acacia Strain, stops the new Rebel Pro song and the crowd begins booing as Vincent Black makes his way to the ring.

The REBEL World strap hung over his shoulder, he smiles as he strides confidently to the ring in a pair of khakis and a back coat. garbage begins to litter
the entranceway as he makes his way to the ring. He asks Jenny for her microphone, and she obliges.

Vincent: “Dear REBEL fans and wrestlers…”

The crowd boos intensely, and Vincent looks annoyed.

Vincent: “Shut your ignorant little mouths, you peons. I am YOUR champion, and you have to listen to ME!”

The booing grows louder, but Vincent continues.

Vincent: “A few things have come to my attention as of late. First and foremost, Mikey Massacre is running around, telling REBEL that he is going to take
what The Extreme Elite started, and finish it. Mikey, let me out it to you, straight forward. The Extreme Elite were a faction of top athletes not only
in REBEL, but in all of wrestling. We ran REBEL Pro, with our own brand of an Iron Fist, and we could have done the same thing anywhere. We didn’t want
to end REBEL, because it was ours. We wanted to change it, and we did. We made history, we won matches, and we made Rex Caliber run like a scalded dog.
We held ALL the gold, Mikey, including YOUR Carolinas Championship. So now, you want to gather a band of misfit idiots from the Underground and start a
revolution to end the company? Go for it, but you’ll NEVER be as good as the Extreme Elite was, never. You’ve got a hold of that #1 Contenders Cup, why
don’t you use it and try your luck? Or are you just going to take out the scraps that are tossed down to you from my matches?”

The crowd starts to chant “B.O.P!” and “Cuzin Zeke!” as Vincent just laughs them off.

Vincent: “Oh, those two? After I defeated them both, they ran to the brass, claiming shenanigans, and got shots against Mikey for his Cup, so they can lose
to me again. Cute, right? Bunch of pansies, and Mikey kicked their asses. REBEL, your heroes are falling at my feet, and everyone else is picking at their
corpses. Speaking of heroes, I hear an awful lot of talk about Chad Kurtis-”

The crowd pops HUGE for “The Show”, and Vincent just smiles.

Vincent: “Yeah, yeah. And let’s not forget Rex Caliber-”

Vincent puts the microphone down, expecting this pop.

Vincent:”Anyway, the REBEL Icons come back and take the REBEL world by storm, defeating the Great Alaskan Ninjas-”

FAN: “The plural of Ninja is Ninja!”

Vincent: “Whatever. Either way, they can lay claim to officially breaking up the Extreme Elite. I mean, they did so through Rex Caliber’s sneaking around
behind the scenes, and then attacking the Ninjas with his gutless, cowardly ambush, but they did it nonetheless. What I’m getting at, is that the true
REBEL Icons were the Elite, and since I’m all that remains, there is only ONE true REBEL Icon. That Icon is the purest talent REBEL has ever seen. He is
REBEL’s New Hope. He has done more in less than a year than most wrestlers do in their whole career, anywhere! That Icon is me, Vincent Black, and I plan
on proving it! I will give Chad Kurtis all the credit in the world. He is REBEL’s only Triple Crown Champion. He is the first and Only man to hold two
of REBEL’s titles at once. He has won those titles so many times, need two hands to count it all. For what it’s worth, Chad Kurtis is a great wrestler.”
The fans begin to cheer, taken aback a little by Black’s honesty.

Vincent: “But I’m still better. I am one half of REBEL’s 2008 Best of the Best winners! I am the longest reining Carolinas Champion in REBEL History! I
am the current REBEL World Heavyweight Champion! And I’ve done these things in less than a year. And I will do in a year what took Chad Kurtis more than
three years to do: I will become a Triple Crown Champion, and I will hold two titles at once.”

The crowd chants “You suck! You Suck!” and “You can’t do it *clap clap clapclaplap*” as Vincent smiles every so slyly.

Vincent: “Right now, I am challenging the REBEL Icons to the REBEL Tag Team Championship! And my partner will be none other than…. a mystery.”

The crowd boos intensely, not only because Black is in the ring, but he hasn’t said who his partner will be.

Vincent: “And I will prove who the TRUE REBEL Icon is. Vincent Mathew Black- The New Hope!”

Vincent drops the microphone as “Carbomb” plays again. He steps over the top rope, out of the ring, and raises his hands in the air as the fans begin to
boo. He makes his way to the back with a huge smile on his face.

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“A Call For Blood” by Hatebreed” lumbers its way through the speakers and from the back to a mixed reaction and a small chant of “You got punked!” walks
Malice.

JENNY JERSEY: From the Red Hook Section of Brooklyn, he stands at six feet ten inches and weighs in at three hundred and ten pounds… MALICE!

Malice stomps up the steps and calmly steps over the top rope to await Bird of Prey.

COREY TAYLOR: You got Punked!

ROB MARTINEZ: You do know, you are supposed to be unbiast… right?

“Anthem for the Underdog” by 12 Stones flaps its way through the speakers and from the back to a face pop from the crowd walks the newly determined Bird
of Prey. He is focused on the ring and his unfortunate opponent, Malice. Jacob glad hands the fans, but doesn’t look at them.

JENNY JERSEY: From British Columbia Canada, he stands at six feet two inches and weighs in at two hundred and thirty pounds… he is the BIRD OF PREY!

He walks up the steps, never taking his eyes off of Malice; he holds the top rope jumping over it to face Malice in the middle of the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: Look at the determination in Jacob’s face there.

COREY TAYLOR: Sorry, too busy staring at that hottie over there, what did you say.

DING DING

Malice towers over Jacob in this match, but BoP is not backing down at all here. He reaches up punching the taste out of Malice’s mouth and the match is
starting off good. Malice blocks a left hand from BoP, but Jacob delivers another right hand that staggers Malice back into the ropes. Irish whip sends
Malice into the ropes, Jacob rolls delivering a springing clothesline that sends Malice over the top rope to the outside. Jacob sprints over to the corner
leaping up to the top rope and flying with a flipping moonsault splashing Malice on the padding outside of the ring. Malice grunts from the force of the
blow but Jacob is fired up and points out to the crowd before pounding a right fist into Malice’s temple. Irish whip sends him into the railing and BoP
leaps backwards onto the ring apron before diving with a shoulder block sending Malice’s bodyinto the railing even further.

ROB MARTINEZ: Bird of Prey showing that he has found himself here.

COREY TAYLOR: If only he would lose himself now.

Jacob rolls Malice into the ring before grabbing a steel chair from under the ring, he slides in as well. Another Irish whip and Malice is sent lumbering
to hit the opposite ropes. Jacob quickly picks up the chair, springs to the middle rope and dives as he swings the chair connecting with Malice’s skull
and blood flies from the impact of the blow. BoP digs his fingernails into the cut on Malice’s forehead yanking back on the flap of skin as Malice grunts
out in pain of his flesh being ripped away from the bone. Jacob picks up the chair and brings it down repeatedly on Malice’s skull with sickening rapidity.
Malice is woozy as BoP pulls him up to his feet booting him in the gut and planting him on the steel chair with a DDT. Jacob then locks in a guillotine
choke onto Malice.

ROB MARTINEZ: He calls this move the Talon’s Clutch.

COREY TAYLOR: Bird of Prey showing some backbone. Like him or hate him, I love the violence he has brought to this match.

The referee hollds Malice’s hand once and it falls. He holds it up a second time as Jacob screams in his effort to cuase more pain… it falls. Jacob is
yelling for the referee to hold it up a third time and he does… the hand… falls.

DING! DING! DING!

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match… the Bird of Prey!

ROB MARTINEZ: Bird of Prey has stopped the losing streak.

COREY TAYLOR: For now, but how long will it last?

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Mikey Massacre appears, walking through the backstage carrying the Rebel Pro #1 Contender’s Cup. He has a smirk plastered on his face and he struts through
the backstage with elevated swagger. Suddenly a man appears behind him, moving into the frame with the unseen surroundings. The man is wearing all black
from toe to finger; boots, cargos, sleeved shirt, leather gloves. His black hair is dripping wet and he’s wearing a white opera mask. Mikey would not have
noticed him, had he not spoken.

MASKED MAN: The multiplying villanies of nature do swarm upon him.

He speaks in a low growl to further hide his identity. Mikey whips around, and prepares to defend himself.

MASKED MAN: I can assure you, I mean you no harm.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Who the hell are you?

MASKED MAN: (cocking his head) Who? “Who” is but the form following the function of “What”… and what I am is a man in a mask.

MIKEY MASSACRE: I can see that.

MASKED MAN: Of course you can. I’m not questioning your powers of observation, I am merely remarking upon the paradox of asking a masked man who he is.
Mikey tries to get a look at the man’s eyes, which, incidentally, are hidden behind contacts that blacken even the whites of his eyes.

MIKEY MASSACRE: (rolling his eyes) What’s your name, then?

MASKED MAN: Though I have much, there is also much that I lack, and one of them, unfortunately, happens to be familiar verbal identification; in other words,
what you call a name. Ergo, so that you may remember, you may call me Six.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Six? As in the number six?

SIX: Yes. One, two, three, four, five, six.

MIKEY MASSACRE: All right, whatever. What do you want?

SIX: “What I want” is to inquire about my desire, ergo, your question is irrelevant. But on this most… auspicious of nights, allow me, then, to offer
you a more suitable alternative.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Whatever.

SIX: A masked man does not simply appear for no reason or purpose. What you mean to discover is the reason for the appearance of this, shall we say, dramatis
persona.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Yeah, or you could have saved your breath and just answered me the first time.

Six bows his head slightly.

SIX: Of course. However, I regret that I must answer your question with another question.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Ask it, then, I have shit to do and Zeke’s ass to kick.

SIX: Do you like music?

MIKEY MASSACRE: What the hell kind of question is that?

SIX: One that is asked under the impression that an answer will be given.

MIKEY MASSACRE: (hesitant) Yeah. Sure.

SIX: You see, I’m a musician, of sorts, and I’m on my way to give a very special performance.

MIKEY MASSACRE: (looking the masked man over) What the hell kind of musician are you?

SIX: Percussion instruments are my specialty, but tonight I intend to call upon the entire orchestra for this event. Ergo, I would be delighted if you would
be present for it.

MIKEY MASSACRE: You know what, I have a lot of shit to do today, and honestly, I really don’t want to. I just can’t seem to find my way around that.

SIX: I promise it will be unlike anything you have ever seen, afterward you can go about your life as if nothing was wrong.

MIKEY MASSACRE: (hesitant) Fine.

SIX: Before your contest tonight, simply wait for me to arrive. You will not have to wait long.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Fine.

SIX: Fare well.

Mikey turns around and leaves. Six stands there as the scene goes black.

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“Tu Veneno” by Natalia Oreiro salsas its way through the subwoofers and from the back, wearing her mask, is non other than La Reina de los Mariposas. The
men cheer the sexy lady, but she is only focused on the match at hand.

JENNY JERSEY: From Parts…

Jenny Jersey is interrupted in her announcing duty as Lyndsey Valentine slams her NAPW Women’s title into the back of her skull sending her down to the
concrete walkway. La Reina is caught off guard as Lyndsey whips her into the metal railing on the right side of the aisleway.

DING DING

The bell rings signifying the beginning of the match.

ROB MARTINEZ: Lyndsey Valentine wasting no time here in this match.

COREY TAYLOR: With a sneaky attack from behind.

Lyndsey slams a forearm into La Reina’s throat before snap suplexing her onto the concrete floor. Lyndsey is a fury of emmotion here since she finally has
a match; she drops her Women’s title on the concrete before pulling La Reina up to her feet. La Reina shoves forward with a shoulder tackle and Lyndsey
is sent back first into the railing hard. La Reina with a right hand, forearm, and elbow combination that sends Lyndsey’s head rocking to her right side.
Lyndsey seems to have been caught squarely in the temple as her eyes have momentarily glazed over from the quickness and brutality of the blows.La Reina
grabs Lyndsey in a face claw before slamming her the back of her head into the railing once, twice, and a third and extremely brutal time. La Reina slaps
the left side of Lyndsey’s face before pulling her, by the hair, towards the ring. A bulldog sends Lyndsey’s face hard into the thin matting but La Reina
is not done yet as she pulls Lyndsey back up. Irish whip into the railing, Lyndsey reverses it and La Reina is sent into the railing front first. La Reina
holds at her midsection before Lyndsey leaps from the ring steps bulldogging La Reina so that her throat comes down across the railing which folds under
their weight.

ROB MARTINEZ: This is the closes the action has been to the ring since the bell rung.

COREY TAYLOR: These two women are beating the hell out of each other.

Lyndsey with a right hand, in the crowd, which rocks La Reina’s head backwards on her neck. The crowd has moved back to give the ladies room to fight and
fight they are doing. Lyndsey picks up a discarded beer bottle busting it over La Reina’s forehead which actually splits her mask a little and blood quickly
begins to seep through the material there. It is La Reina’s turn for her eyes to appear glazed, and that is definitely what they appear to have done. Lyndsey
takes the remaining bottle and finishes breaking it on the top of La Reina’s head, the neck of the bottle shatters into a dozen unusable pieces and Lyndsey
is breathing heavily from the exercion of her violence. Lyndsey pulls La Reina up to her feet powerslamming her on the folded section of metal guardrailing
before turning to the crowd and giving a Rebel Pro yell. The fans start a “Rebel Pro” chant and Lyndsey picks up a steel chair that a fan has discarded
to make sure they are safe. Lyndsey brings it down on top of La Reina with a “THWACK!” once, twice, and NO! La Reina moves and the steel chair slams into
the railing, which jars Lyndsey’s hands and arms. Valentine drops the chair and shakes her arms and hands trying to get feeling back in them. La Reina
with a kick out that connects with Lyndsey’s kneecap and she folds faster than a hundred dollar bill in a crooked cops pocket. Lyndsey yelps in surprise
and La Reina is on the offensive now with a right hand and forearm that sends Lyndsey toppling over on her side.

ROB MARTINEZ: La Reina not holding anything back here.

COREY TAYLOR: This match has still not been in the ring, but these two women are fighting as if the Rebel Pro World Title is at stake.

La Reina jumps into the air bringing her leg down across the back of Lyndsey’s head, driving her face into the railing. Lyndsey grunts in pain as La Reina
picks up a handfull of the broken beer bottle and rakes it across Lyndsey’s beautiful face, leaving canyons in her skin and the blood begins to flow down
her face. La Reina laughs with merriment as she does this again then wipes Lyndsey’s blood on her body in a sexual movement. She gets up to her feet and
pulls Lyndsey with her then slams her face into the ring’s apron with a sickening crunching sound. As she pulls Lyndsey’s face back up, it is noticed that
blood is literally pouring from Lyndsey’s nose as it is obviously broken from the impact with it and the ring apron. La Reina grabs the broken nose and
twists it left and right causing Lyndsey to scream out in pain and unenjoyment. La Reina with a right hand into the nose sends Lyndsey’s head backwards.
La Reina grabs Lyndsey’s broken nose using it to pull her into a bulldog sending her down to the thin matting at ringside which is rapidly being covered
in blood.

ROB MARTINEZ: This is sickening, someone stop it.

COREY TAYLOR: La Reina causing a ton of damage to Lyndsey’s nose. I wonder what Matthew will say about this?

La Reina rolls Lyndsey into the ring and this match has finally gotten inside of the squared circle. She pulls the bloody and paling Lyndsey up slamming
her down with a scooping body slam. La Reina climbs up to the top turnbuckle as the mat around Lyndsey begins to slowly darken with her blood. La Reina
leaps, but Lyndsey with a Mafia kick that she learned from Matthew Kurtis rocks La Reina’s head backwards. Lyndsey falls on La Reina and makes the cover.
One… Two… Three.

Jimmy Johnson pulls Lyndsey’s hand up to a vertical position before motioning for medical personel to come down to the ring. Lyndsey pulls her hand back
and Jimmy Johnson helps her up to her feet.

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match… Lyndsey Valentine!

ROB MARTINEZ: Lyndsey with a Mafia kick out of nowhere!

COREY TAYLOR: This match could have went either way, both women have bled and it wasn’t even that…

ROB MARTINEZ: Stop it.

Lyndsey leans on the ropes, blood pouring from her nose, but she manages to climb out of the ring and down the steps. She stumbles a bit, but makes her
way to the back with blood soaking into her wrestling outfit.

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Mikey Massacre stands in the middle of the ring, apparently waiting for the arrival of the “Six” guy who appeared before. Lo and behold, from the crowd,
comes the masked man himself, carrying a microphone in one hand and a white music stand in the other. He hands Mikey Massacre the microphone and sets up
the music stand in the middle of the ring, facing himself, away from the entrance way. Six doesn’t need a microphone; he’s got one clipped to his collar.
SIX: A more perfect stage could not be asked for…

Mikey rolls his eyes.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Where’s the orchestra, Jack? I don’t see any instruments, no musicians, nothing.

SIX: (taking a small, retractable baton out of his pocket) Your powers of observation continue to serve you well.

His arms go up like a conductor, preparing to cue up the non-existent band.

SIX: But wait! It is to Madam Justice that I dedicate this concerto, in honor of the holiday that she seems to have taken from these parts, and in recognition
of the impostor that stands in her stead.

Six taps the microphone stand six times. One, two, three, four, five, six. The crowd hushes in anticipation. Mikey just looks bored.

SIX: First… the overture…

He begins to conduct very slowly, but no sound can be heard. Mikey laughs, undoubtedy doubtful of Six’s mental condition.

SIX: Yes… the strings. Listen carefully, can you hear it?

Mikey shakes his head, evidently in disbelief that he actually waited for this.

SIX: Now the brass…

The PA volume goes up slowly, and we can hear the powerful introductory brass tune of Tchaikovski’s 1812 “Overture”.

MIKEY MASSACRE: (heavily sarcastic) That’s a really neat trick, Six. Anyone can play music from a (BLEEP) PA.

SIX: Wait! Hear comes the crescendo!

The music starts to elevate in volume and intensity. Mikey is watching the curtain.

WHAM. Just as the music cues up, Six has already dropped the baton and whacks Mikey in the back of the head with the music stand while he’s not looking.
Mikey goes down, holding his head as the music continues. Mikey goes to get back up, but Six whacks him in the back of the head with the music stand not
once, but twice. Mikey is down, but he’s pissed, trying to get up, holding the back of his head. Six tosses the almost unrecognizable music stand out of
the ring and rolls Mikey over, mounting his chest on one knee. He grabs Mikey by the hair, and the crowd counts along with his punches.

ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX!

Mikey is split open in the forehead. Those gloves must not only hide knuckles. Six removes one of his gloves, dips his fingers into Mikey’s bloody face,
and wipes them down the front of his mask, leaving four lines of Mikey’s own blood on his face, all the while still pinning Mikey down. Six stands, vaults
himself over the top rope, and leaves through the crowd the same way he came, as quickly as possible. Mikey is too busy wiping the blood from his eyes
to know which way he went, nor give chase. He leaves the ring toward the back, in anger, as the music continues to play on; after all he has a match to
prepare for.

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“Everyone I Went to High School With Is Dead” by Mr. Bungle marches its way through the speakers here in the Exchange Club Fairground and these two brothers
walk out to a chorus of boos and march stalidly down to the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: At a total combined weight of four hundred and sixty-six pounds, Tommy and Jim… THE JONAS BROTHERS!

They get absolutely no love as they walk up the ring steps and into the ring.

COREY TAYLOR: My pick for the next tag team cahmps right there.

ROB MARTINEZ: You say that about everyone.

COREY TAYLOR: It increases my winning percentage.

“The Champion in Me” flies through the speakers as from the back runs the two newbies to Rebel Pro wrestling, Chris Samsonite and Justin Thyme. They glad
hand fans along their way to the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: At a total combined weight of four hundred and forty-six pounds, Justin Thyme and Christopher Samsonite…. NIGHT THYME!”

The crowd pops big for the newbies because they actually seem to care about the fans. The two friends look at each other, the Jonas Brothers, and somersault
over the top rope into the ring.

Chris with a right hand starts this match off right by nailing Tommy in the chin.

DING DING

COREY TAYLOR: Did you see the way those p*bleep*ies got into the ring?

ROB MARTINEZ: No, I didn’t know your mother wrestled.

Justin with a front toe kick to Jim Jonas, but Jim ducks under the attempt. He grabs the ankle and twists the leg at a severe angle; Justin screams out
in pain and surprise. Tommy catches Chris with an armbar sending him down to the mat hard. Double vertical suplexes send the Rebel newbies down to the
mat with a force that makes the ring shake. Jim and Tommy waste no time in going outside of the ring to retrieve a steel chair and another steel chair.
Double chair shot sends the rising Chris Samsonite over the top rope to the outside. Justin gets shakily up to his feet, but a double chair shot sends
him down to the canvas. Jim picks Justin up Irish whipping him into the ropes, as he returns, he sends him down to the waiting steel chair uppercut from
Tommy and Justin’s head is rocked back violently. Justin is bleeding from the chin and appears to be unconscious from the blow.

COREY TAYLOR: Jim and Tommy dominating here in this match.

ROB MARTINEZ: That… cannot be denied.

Jim goes under the bottom rope pulling a table into the ring and setting it up. Chris gets back up on the apron but a steel chair sends him crashing backwards
into the railing, bleeding from his forehead. Jim lays a steel chair on the table and hooks Chris up in a belly to back suplex positinposition. Tommy hooks
the steel chair onto his foot and rears back. He nails a vicious looking steel chair assisted superkick to Chris Samsonite, but Tommy belly to back suplexes
him on through the steel chair and table as they hit their finisher bridging for a pin.

COREY TAYLOR: All academic from here.

One… Two… Three.

DING! DING! DING!

JENNY JERSEY: Here are your winners… Jim and Tommy… the Jonas Brothers!

ROB MARTINEZ: I am shocked.

COREY TAYLOR: Don’t act like you didn’t know you were actually a woman.

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The familiar strumming banjo of Lester Flatt and Earl Scruggs picks its way through the speakers at the Exchange Club Fairground and the crowd explodes
with cheers for one of their favorite wrestlers. From the back walks the tall Cuzin’ Zeke to a big time pop.

JENNY JERSEY: From Turkey Cross Kentucky, he stands at six feet six inches and weighs in at two hundred and sixty-six pounds…. CUZIN’ ZEKE!

Zeke walks down the aisle making sure to slap the hands of the fans before he walks up the ring steps and climbs into the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: Zeke looks determined to win this match and get another shot at the Rebel Pro Heavyweight Title.

COREY TAYLOR: Zeke…. just looks stupid.

“Heavy Metal Machine” blasts its way through the speakers and from the back, to a chorus of boos, slinks Mikey Massacre. Mikey holds up the #1 Contender’s
Cup for all of the crowd to see before flicking both them and Zeke off in the ring. His attack from earlier is evident by a blood stain on his skin and
a scabbed over spot on his forehead.

JENNY JERSEY: He hails from Albuquerque, New Mexico he stands at six feet even and weighs in at two hundred and thirty-five pounds. He is the #1 Contender
Cup holder…. MIKEY MASSACRE!

Mikey goes to slap the one fan’s hand that is outstretched before putting a bird right into his face and laughing as he walks up the ring steps and into
the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: Did you see what Mikey just did to that fan?

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah, you admire him too then?

DING DING

Referee Alan Stone stands between Cuzin’ Zeke and Mikey Massacre inside the ring. He asks for a fair fight, but this is Rebel Pro and there is no fair and
clean matches, not usually anyways. Mikey goes for a lock up with Zeke, but ducks under delivering a standing dropkick that sends Zeke towards the corner.
Mikey quickly follows with a clothesline that sends Zeke down to the canvas before he can hit the corner. Mikey quickly climbs to the top turnbuckle as
Zeke is beginning to get back up to his feet. Mikey leaps with a double foot stomp.

ROB MARTINEZ: Mikey going for Zeke’s finisher.

COREY TAYLOR: As it did last week, it adds insult to injury.

Zeke rolls out of the way and Mikey mudpuddles the canvas, his knees bend in pain. Zeke delivers a high knee into Mikey’s face sending him back vertical.
Zeke with a right hand and Mikey is sent into the corner from the power of the blow. Zeke leans over Mikey delivering a right fist into Mikey’s temple,
but NO! Mikey with a thumb to Zeke’s eyes halts the man challenging for the #1 Contender’s Cup and a shot at any title that he wants. Zeke holds at his
streaming right eye and Mikey springs from the middle rope with an elevated bulldog; Zeke goes down hard, his eye still pouring water. Mikey smiles at
his talent before he flicks off the fans at ringside, change that, all of the fans. Mikey runs up a corner, holds out a double bird and climbs down. Zeke
wraps his arms around Mikey’s chest then into a full nelson, Mikey’s eyes go wide from surprise then he is slammed down face first on to the canvas. Mikey
bounces like a ball into the fetal position as Zeke continues to wipe at his eyes. Zeke goes for an elbow drop, but Mikey quickly rolls out of the way
and to the ring apron, Zeke lands hard on his elbow.

ROB MARTINEZ: Back and forth action for the #1 Contender’s Cup.

COREY TAYLOR: Zeke with obvious cheating moves.

ROB MARTINEZ: Where and when?

COREY TAYLOR: Loaded elbow pad.

ROB MARTINEZ: First of all, there are no disqualifications in Rebel Pro and Zeke isn’t even wearing elbow pads.

COREY TAYLOR: Sure, take up for Zeke.

Mikey jumps to the ringside mat before tearing up the thin padding to reveal concrete below. He continues tearing up the mat along that entire side of the
ring before throwing a fan out of a chair. Mikey folds up the steel chair, but Zeke is there, Mikey slams the chair into Zeke’s midsection before bringing
it down on his back. Zeke falls on his knees, Mikey uses the chair to deliver an uppercut that sends Zeke down on his back. Mikey places the steel chair
on Zeke’s face before climbing up on the apron then to the top turnbuckle. Mikey dives with another Mudpuddle, but Zeke holds the chair, backrest up in
the air, and Mikey slams himself down on the chair, crotch first. Mikey turns green as he cups himself and falls over on his side and puking up what he
had eaten for a light supper. Mikey is bent over in a kneeling position as Zeke delivers a leg drop that sends Mikey face first into his own puddle of
puke. Mikey’s face is covered in the hamburger looking substance as Zeke pounds his face into the spreading puddle. Zeke pulls Mikey up to a vertical position
whipping him into the guardrailing at ringside. Mikey doesn’t really feel his chest slam into the metal as he is still concerned with his throbbing manhood.
COREY TAYLOR: Come on Stone, pause the match; Mikey’s hurt.

ROB MARTINEZ: There are no pauses in wrestling. Besides why should he?

COREY TAYLOR: Because it is obvious that Mikey is a sick man.

Zeke picks Mikey up in a gorilla press slam before dropping him throat first onto the railing, Mikey clutches at his throat and manhood both are on fire
now. Zeke rolls Mikey back into the ring before pulling him back up to a vertical base. Zeke stomps away on the head of Mikey before climbing to the top
turnbuckle to finish him off with a Mudpuddle. Zeke leaps, but Mikey moves! Zeke lands on his feet, but is struggling to keep his balance, he knows how
to miss the move and not injure himself, unlike Mikey who doesn’t use the move as a finisher. Mikey rolls over to his knees, shooting up to his feet. He
lunges at Zeke, spearing him back through the ropes and to the outside. Zeke’s back lands hard on the concrete at ringside but Mikey manages to catch himself
with one arm on the rope preventing his own plunge to the outside concrete. Mikey does a weird variation of skinning the cat before climbing through the
ropes to the ring apron. He dives with a Mick Foley type running elbow drop to Zeke’s face on the concrete. Mikey pulls Zeke up delivering stiff forearm
shots to Zeke’s forehead that backs him up against the ringside announce table. Zeke begins to lay right hands into Mikey’s face before turning Mikey around
so that his back is up against the table. Mikey’s hand goes behind him and Corey Taylor hands Mikey a pair of thumbtacked brass knuckles.

ROB MARTINEZ: What are you doing?

COREY TAYLOR: Huh? I”m announcing.

ROB MARTINEZ: I saw you hand Mikey something.

COREY TAYLOR: I simply handed him that woman’s phone number, she asked me to.

Zeke comes in for a clothesline that will land Mikey on the table, but Mikey slams the brass knuckles into Zeke’s fleshy cheek.

ROB MARTINEZ: I knew it! You gave Mikey those knuckles.

COREY TAYLOR: You can prove nothing. Shut up and call the match.

Mikey with another shot to Zeke’s cheek and the challenger is bleeding heavily from the puncture wounds. Mikey follows up with a third shot, but this time
to Zeke’s nose and a crunching is heard as Zeke’s nose is once again broken in a match. Zeke is stumbling backwards and Mikey springs up to the apron sending
Zeke down to the thin matting with a tornado DDT on the side of the ring with the mat remaining. Mikey mounts Zeke’s chest slamming his fist repeatedly
into Zeke’s face driving the thumbtacks in deeper and deeper. Zeke moans in pain but manages to roll Mikey over. Mikey returns the favor by rolling Zeke
back over and planting a knee into Zeke’s groin. Mikey delivers the weaponed fist into Zeke’s groin and the man from Turkey Cross goes a deathly pale white
in pain. Mikey laughs at what his weapon is doing to Zeke and he is enjoying the boos of the fans. Mikey walks over to a particular fan who is holding
a “I don’t likey Mikey” poster. Mikey holds the poster for a second before ripping it to shreds, he holds the knuckles up to the fans.

MIKEY: See the blood of your fallen hero? Do you see it?!

The fan is looking a bit scared at the look in Mikey’s eyes. Zeke with his lucky horseshoe, slams it down into Mikey’s cranium and the #1 Contender’s Cup
holder falls down to the padding. Zeke high fives the fan before allowing him to shove the poster shreds into Mikey’s mouth. Mikey is gasping to breathe
through the mouthful of poster shreds as Zeke whips him into the ringpost. The fans are cheering for Zeke now as he uses Mikey’s own brass knuckled hand,
to hit Mikey in the face with it. Zeke with an atomic drop sends Mikey head first into the ringpost again, busting his forehead open upon impact. Mikey
spins around into a running fist smash from Zeke that sends him back up against the ring. Zeke with a right hand, another, a left, another right hand,
Zeke is on fire and the crowd is loving it! Mikey can’t fend off the onslaught of offense that Zeke has gotten. Mikey goes for a thumb to the eyes, but
Zeke ducks his head slamming it into Mikey’s chest catching him offguard. Mikey holds at his chest before Zeke spins with a spinning forearm smash sending
Mikey spinning away from him and clutching to the ring apron for support. Mikey is trying to keep from falling by holding onto the ring apron. Zeke climbs
to the ring apron and runs.

COREY TAYLOR: Underhanded tactics by Zeke has gotten him the advantage.

ROB MARTINEZ: If anyone has used underhanded tactics it is you and Mikey Massacre.

COREY TAYLOR: You keep it up and I will sue you for defamation of character.

ROB MARTINEZ: You keep it up and I’ll have your job.

COREY TAYLOR: Why would you do that? You are already an announcer.

Zeke hooks Mikey’s head as he nearly hits the floor from his dive and slams Mikey’s bleeding forehead into the ringsteps. The steps go flying to land at
the protective guardrail, but Mikey just lays there, bleeding even more heavily than before, thanks to Zeke. Zeke pulls Mikey up to a vertical base, bringing
him back down with a brainbuster onto the brassknuckles that have just fallen off Mikey’s hand. Mikey screams out in pain as the thumbtacks are driven
into his skull, but Zeke is relentless as he pulls Mikey up and rolls him into the ring; the knuckles still stuck in Mikey’s skull. Zeke rolls into the
ring as the crowd begins a “Zeke’s the man!” chant. He pulls the nearly lifeless Mikey up to a vertical position and boots him in the midsection. Mikey
delivers a right hand to Zeke’s ribs trying to fight back. Zeke slams Mikey’s head in between his legs for a piledriver. Mikey begins to fight back delivering
stiff right hands into the ribs of Zeke. Cuzin’ Zeke delivers a massive blow to Mikey’s ribs, stopping his efforts of a reversal. Zeke picks him up, driving
the thumbtacked brass knuckles even further into Mikey’s skull with an old school piledriver. Zeke turns Mikey over and climbs to the top turnbuckle. He
looks down at Mikey, who appears to barely be breathing. Zeke jumps.

ROB MARTINEZ: Mudpuddle!

Referee Alan Stone gets in position as Zeke hooks the leg.

One… Two… Three.

DING! DING! DING!

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match and… NEEEEEEW Rebel Pro #1 Contender…. Cuzin’ Zeke!

ROB MARTINEZ:Zeke has done it! When will he cash in the cup?

COREY TAYLOR: Damn it!

Referee Alan Stone hands the cup to Cuzin’ Zeke, who just stares at it in shock and awe. Mikey gets up behind Cuzin’ Zeke delivering a dropkick that sends
Zeke face first into the corner, the cup hits the turnbuckle and his face hits the cup. Mikey begins to scream as he pulls at his hair in frustration.
Mikey: This wasn’t supposed to happen this way. It wasn’t supposed to happen this way!

The fans laugh at Mikey, who still has the brass knuckles in the top of his head. Mikey thinks hhey are laughing at him and he responds to them by shooting
a double bird before climbing out of the ring and stalking to the back. After a moment, Zeke gets up, face bloodied from the match and with the bloody
cup in his hand and walks to the back, the new #1 Contender.

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“Shipping Up to Boston” hits the speakers and from the curtained off area walks, Sean Robinson. The crowd goes wild, they love both men here in this match.
There are Sean Robinson posters in the crowd as well as Sean Robinson t-shirts on display. Sean walks down to the ring calmly exchanging high fives with
several of the fans.

JENNY JERSEY: He stands at six feet four inches and weighs in at two hundred and forty-seven pounds, he is the former Rebel Pro Carolinas Champion… he
is SEAN ROBINSON!

ROB MARTINEZ: This should be a heck of a match between Sean Robinson and Rex Caliber. Both fan favorites and both seem to be at the top of their game right
now.

COREY TAYLOR: Top of their game, what are you talking about if memory serves me correctly Sean Robinson lost the Carolina championship last week to of all
people, ‘The Show’.

ROB MARTINEZ: You are right he lost it in a hard fought match to ‘The Show’ and that is nothing to be ashamed of.

COREY TAYLOR: I guess that’s a matter of opinion but the facts are Robinson hasn’t been at the top of his game since the Extreme Elite rejected him and
he decided that he gives a shit about these pathetic fans after all.

“Even More Human Then Human” hit’s the speakers as the ‘Nexus One’ Rex Caliber begins to make his way to the ring the fans go crazy. Caliber may just be
the most popular man in Rebel with his tag team partner, ‘The Show’ possibly being the only acception. Rex exchanges high fives with several of the fans
slowly walking to the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent a member of ‘The Rebel Icons’ and co-holder of the world tag team championship, He stands six feet two inches and weighs
in at two hundred and forty-five pounds, he is the former Rebel world champion… he is ‘THE NEXUS ONE‘ REX CALIBER!

COREY TAYLOR: Everytime I see this man in action, I started humming Brue Springsteen’s “Glory Days” to myself. Honestly doesn’t he realize that his best
days are behind him. He is just taking up a roster spot that we could give to some promising young talent.

ROB MARTINEZ: Need I remind you that Rex has yet to be beat since his return.

COREY TAYLOR: You can be like the idiots in the crowd and wave the Rex Caliber banner all you want. I am just letting you know that Caliber has been going
downhill since his ‘Crime’ days.

ROB MARTINEZ: Believe that if you will but to me ‘The Nexus One’ looks focused and ready. I think you may need to take some stock in ‘The Rebel Icon’ slogan,
‘Envy our past, Fear our future!”

The action is on the way as both men are trying to feel each other out. Walking around the ring looking for the advantage. Caliber goes tired of the song
and dance and charges into Robinson forcing a tie up. Both men fight for position with Sexy Rexy finally getting the advantage with a knee to the stomach.
Caliber attempts to capitalize with a belly-to-belly suplex but it is blocked and reversed by Robinson. Robinson with a Thesz press giving him the momentum
at the moment. Robinson goes back to his bread and butter and starts delivering punches to the body of ‘Inmate # 24736569’. Sean is looking to get back
in the win colum with a big victory tonight. Rex is starting to answer back with punches of his own as this is once agains a dead even match and the fan
are loving it. Robinson regains control with kick to the head of Sexy Rexy. Robinson then executes a triple German suplex as he seems to have things going
his way. Robinson goes with a leg sweep as he begins to work on the legs of Caliber.

ROB MARTINEZ: This match has been none stop since the bell rung. I honestly believe this match is going to come down to who makes the first mistake.

COREY TAYLOR: Or if we are lucky maybe Bubba J will come on down here and beat them both down and spare us the agony of watching this match.

ROB MARTINEZ: Only you would think something like that, but you do bring a good point up. Is Rex one hundred percent focused on Sean Robinson or his he
thinking about Bubba J?

Robinson locks in a figure four as Caliber works to reverse it. The more Caliber fights it the stronger Robinson seems to lock in it. Holy Ric Flair! Robinson
has it locked in but Caliber wouldn’t tap! He is trying to use his upper body strength to drag himself to the ropes but can he make it? The referee raises
Caliber’s hand but he doesn’t drop to the mat. Somehow Rex finally gets to the ropes and the referee calls for the break. The question is has the damage
already been done as both men are back on their feet. Caliber is favoring his legs as Robinson goes for a german suplex that is reversed by Sexy Rexy into
a suplex of his own. Caliber’s legs give out under him due to the effects of the figure four and both men are exchanging punches as they try to get back
to their feet. We hear chants for both men but the ones for Caliber are muffling out the ones for Robinson as both men are now back to their feet continuing
to exchange punches. Caliber gets a slight advantage and slingshots Robinson off the ropes into a high cradle suplex.

ROB MARTINEZ: Both men are laying it on the line in this match and the fans are loving it!

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah the idiot fans would cheer for this two. Anyway I just want this match to end.

Caliber stays on the attack with a release german suplex and seems to be going for the Nexus Cloverleaf but Robinson delivers a kick to the legs of Caliber
to regains some momentum. Robinson attempts to lock in a figure four again but Caliber wouldn’t have any of it as he reverses it and locks in his own figure
four before Robinson is about to break it. Both men back on their feet and looking a little tired from this back and forth match up. Caliber executes a
running STO that gives him back the momentum. Caliber capitalizes with a tiger suplex before locking in the ‘Rings of Rex’ in the middle of the ring. Robinson
has nowhere to go but he is fighting it. The referee comes to check on Robinson but he ain’t giving up yet. Eventually the pain is too much and Robinson
is forced to tap. The crowd lets both men know they appreciate the match.

JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner… “The Nexus One” Rex Caliber!!!

Rex Caliber and the fans notice Bubba J on the entrance ramps. Bubba J simply applaudes Caliber’s victory before shooting him the double bird and walking
back to the locker room. Caliber stands in the ring telling Bubba J to come on down, but Bubba J just pulls down his pants mooning the Nexus One.

ROB MARTINEZ: How disgusting!

COREY TAYLOR: That was hilarious. I can’t wait to see these two go at it, when will the idiotic owner sign the match?

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JENNY JERSEY: This match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the REBEL Carolinas Championship!!!

“All Black” by Plies hits the speakers and the crowd let loose with the hate!

JENNY JERSEY: Coming to the ring first, accompanied by Trix, he hails from Paterson, NJ and weighs in at 285 pounds….”Young Money” Mack!!!

Mack & Trix make their way to the ring ingoring the boos and catcalls along the way. Mack is looking supremely confident tonight.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent, accompanied by Jonathon Kurtis, he is one half of the REBEL World Tag Team Champions and the current REBEL Carolinas Champion,
he hails from Durham, NC by way of Paducah, Kentucky and weighs in at 230 pounds….”The Show” Chad Kurtis!!!

“THEY SAY I’M COCKY!!!”

Kid Rocks blasts from the speakers and the crowd goes crazy! From behind the curtain steps the Kurtis brothers and the roar of the crowd threatens to drown
out the speakers!

COREY TAYLOR: What? Why does Chad need his brother out here? Is he scared Martinez?

ROB MARTINEZ: I think he’s just evening the odds Corey! Chad Kurtis and his brother make their way down to ringside, Chad has the REBEL Tag belt slung over
his left shoulder while the REBEL Carolinas belt is draped over his right. The camera zooms in on his attire, he’s wearing a custom made South Carolinas
Stingrays hockey jersey!

COREY TAYLOR: Ugh, look at that jersey! What a suck up.

Chad gets to ringside and hands his title belts over to his brother before rolling into the ring. Referee Dale McDonald brings both men to the center of
the ring and reminds them the importance of this championship match before calling for the bell!!

COREY TAYLOR: I’m callin’ it now! We’ll have a NEW champion by the time this match is over!

ROB MARTINEZ: We’ll see. If I know Chad Kurtis though, Mack will have to kill him to win the title.

COREY TAYLOR: Hey all’s fair in wrestling! We’ve already seen one upset tonight with Zeke cheating his way past the hurt Mikey Massacre.

Chad and Mack lock up in the center of the ring and Mack uses his strength and height advantage to shove Kurtis back like a gnat. Mack smirks and flexes
as Chad simply smiles in return. Again they lock up and once more Kurtis finds himself shoved away like a school girl. Mack waves Kurtis in wanting to
lock up yet again and Chad lunges in. Collar and elbow tie up, Chad slips a side headlock onto Mack and “Young Money” quickly shoves Kurtis off into the
ropes and drops him to the mat with a shoulderblock! Mack laughs and celebrates like he’s already won the title as Kurtis quickly pulls himself off the
mat. Mack leans in close and yells “You ain’t shit!” Slap across the face from Kurtis! Mack is momentarily shocked and it gives Kurtis all the time he
needs to land a chop across the chest of “Young Money!” The crowd let loose with a Ric Flair “Woooooooooo!” as Kurtis hits a second and then a third chop
across the chest of his challenger! A rake to the face from Mack stops Chad and “Young Money” whips the REBEL Carolinas Champion into the ropes. Chad ducks
a clothesline attempt and nails a beautiful standing dropkick the second Mack turns to face him!

ROB MARTINEZ: Kurtis has to stay away from the bigger and stronger Mack if he wants to survive!

COREY TAYLOR: You think?

Mack is leaning against the ropes dazed and Chad hits him with a running cross body that takes both men over the top rope! Mack hits the floor but Kurtis
hangs onto the top rope and skins the cat back into the ring! The fans (especially the females in the crowd) are going crazy as Kurtis pumps his fists
in the air. On the outside, Mack is getting to his feet and Kurtis charges in his direction. At the last second Mack side steps a baseball slide and pulls
a surprised Chad Kurtis out of the ring. Using momentum, Mack slams Chad back first into the guardrail! One clothesline later and Kurtis is now in the
front row of the crowd! Mack takes a moment to catch his breath before reaching over the guardrail and grabbing the champion by the hair. Mack drags Kurtis
back onto his side on the guardrail and scoops him up only so that he can slam him down onto the unforgiving concrete!

ROB MARTINEZ: He could have broken some ribs doing that!

COREY TAYLOR: One can only hope.

Mack, looking pleased with himself, drags Kurtis back to his feet but finds his hands knocked away. Chad unleashes with a flurry of punches and chops that
leaves the challenger covering up. One knee to the gut of Kurtis and Mack stops the comeback of Kurtis dead in it’s tracks. Mack rolls Kurtis back into
the ring and climbs in after the champion. As Mack is crawling into the ring he takes a low dropkick to the head from Kurtis who refuses to stay down!
Chad pulls Mack up to his feet and shoots him into the far corner. It’s reversed by Mack but Kurtis instantly goes for his “Bluegrass Breeze” only to have
Mack side step it at the last second! Kurtis hits the mat hard and Mack is quickly on him as the referee slides into position!

One!

Two!

Kurtis kicks out!

COREY TAYLOR: Come on! That was three!

Mack pulls Kurtis off the mat and whips him into the ropes. Kurtis ducks under the big boot of Mack and chop blocks the bigger man dropping him to the mat!
Standing shooting star press from Kurtis! Chad is building up steam as he rolls out to the ring apron and quickly hits a springboard top rope leg drop
onto the prone Mack! This time it’s Kurtis who goes in for the pin!

One!

Two!

Mack powers out and the crowd groan with their disapproval.

COREY TAYLOR: Ha! What did I say! Mack won’t be denied tonight!

ROB MARTINEZ: This match isn’t done yet!

Chad watches as Mack uses the ring ropes to pull himself back to his feet. A dropkick from “The Show” puts Mack with his back against the corner. Chad backs
up several feet and goes for a stinger splash only to be caught by Mack and slammed down hard onto the mat! Immediately Chad is on all fours trying to
get up and Mack is more than happy to oblige him. Chad is yanked to his feet and gets hoisted onto the shoulder of Mack. Running powerslam from the challenger!
Quickly Mack is back up and dragging Chad up as well. Mack locks in a full nelson, takes Chad up for a slam but instead drops “The Show” back first across
his knee! Kurtis is clutching his back in pain as Mack stands over him smiling. Mack pulls Chad up off of the mat so that he can drop him with a vicious
short arm clothesline. Legdrop by the challenger and another pin attempt!

One!

Two!

Kurtis gets a shoulder up!

COREY TAYLOR: What’s with the slow counts! I call shenanigans!

Mack looks frustrated as he once more pulls Kurtis to his feet. A knee to the ribcage doubles over the champion. Mack positions Kurtis for a powerbomb and
the champ tries to fight it. Mack clubs down a pair of forearm shots across the back of Kurtis and then hoists him up for a powerbomb. Chad quickly starts
to pound away at the skull of Mack and reverses the powerbomb into a hurricanrana! The momentum of the move nearly rolls Mack back to his feet but Kurtis
is more than ready. Step up enziguri from Kurtis puts Mack flat on his back! “The Show” signals to the crowd and they go crazy as he goes for the

BEST

MOONSAULT

EVER!!!

Only to find nothing but canvas waiting on him as Mack rolls out of the way at the last possible second!

ROB MARTINEZ: He missed!

COREY TAYLOR: Master of the obvious as usual!

Both men are slow to their feet but Mack lands a big boot to the side of Chads head that staggers him. Mack locks in a gut wrench and turns it into a sit
out powerbomb pin attempt!

One!

Two!

Thr-No!

Chad kicks out and the crowd explodes!

COREY TAYLOR: Oh cooooooooooome on!

Mack is immediately in the face of Dale McDonald arguing about the count but the referee stands by his decision. Mack returns his attention to Kurtis, pulls
him off the mat and whips him into the ropes. Chad springboards off the second rope and hits an inverted DDT onto a shocked Mack! Chad goes for the cover!
One!

Two!

Trix reaches into the ring and pulls Chad off of Mack!

ROB MARTINEZ: Damn that Trix! Chad might have won this match just then!

Jonathon Kurtis rushes over to where Trix is and all Hell officially breaks loose! As the two brawl around ringside a masked man with lead pipe in hand
emerges from under the crowd! The mystery man slides into the ring and just as Chad turns around beans the champ across the skull with the pipe! Chad drops
lifeless to the mat and the crowd roars as Matthew Kurtis rushes out from the back!

ROB MARTINEZ: What the Hell is going on? Who is the masked man? Why did he attack Chad?

COREY TAYLOR: My question is, didn’t Ma Kurtis ever hear of birth control?

The masked man beats a hasty retreat with big Matthew hot on his trail as Trix and Jonathon brawl their way towards the back. Meanwhile Mack drapes an arm
across the chest of Chad!

One!

Two!

Thr-Noooooooo!

Kurtis somehow kicks out and the fans are unglued!

COREY TAYLOR: This referee must have been paid off by Chad to make slow counts!

ROB MARTINEZ: That’s ridiculous!

Mack and Chad slowly crawl to their feet and “Young Money” strikes first with a right hand to the head of “The Show”. A chop across the chest in retaliation
from Kurtis. A headbutt from Mack leaves Kurtis staggering back into the ropes. Mack shoots Kurtis into the far ropes and nearly takes his head off with
a big boot! Mack waits for Chad to pull himself up and then sticks his head through his legs and hoists him up for an electric chair slam! At the last
second Kurtis reverses the move into an inverted hurricanrana! Chad wills himself up to his feet, sees Mack laying prone face down on the mat and heads
to the nearest ringropes. Springboard 450 splash from “The Show!” Chad shoots the half nelson, rolls his man over and goes for the cover!

One!

Two!

Three!

The bell rings and an exhausted Chad rolls off of Mack.

ROB MARTINEZ: He did it! Chad retains the title!

COREY TAYLOR: Only because he had a referee in his back pocket!

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of this match, and STILL REBEL Carolinas Champion…..”The Show” Chad Kurtis!!!!

The referee raises the arm of Kuris and “The Show” rolls out of the ring. Mack slowly sits up and glares at Chad at he makes his exit.

ROB MARTINEZ: I have a feeling this is far from over!

COREY TAYLOR: What a horrible night. Chad retains his title.

ROB MARTINEZ: But the mystery about this masked man deepens. For my partner, I’m Rob Martinez saying…….

COREY TAYLOR: I’m an illegal alien!

ROB MARTINEZ: What?!