Culture Clash – 05/08/2007

CULTURE CLASH
05/08/2007
It’s 6:30 and the crowd has been waiting anxiously for the REBEL Arena to open their doors. Once inside the seats start to fill fast. Others hit the merchandise
tables where the first two REBEL shows are for sale on DVD and for only $20 you can pick up the new REBEL tee shirt. Rex Caliber is having his picture
taken in the ring with fans (only $5 a photo) and we see Warren signing autographs for several cute teenage girls (rock on!) Dr. Tittylover and Assman
are also signing autographs, however Tittylover keeps insisting on signing the breasts of the females that are standing in his line. Rob Martinez and the
new Carolinas Champion Murcielago are chatting at ringside and we see a large group of men trying to spit some game at Jenny Jersey. On this evening 290
fans have packed the REBEL Arena for a night of action…And Mayhem.

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

They’re sitting ringside wearing bloodstained Bluegrass Mafia tee shirts baby!

Let REBEL Reign!

“Killing In The Name Of….” by Rage Against The Machine hits the speakers and the crowd pops as Rob Martinez holds the ring ropes open for the sexy Jenny
Jersey steps into the ring. She waves to the fans and Martinez is grinning ear to ear. Rob Martinez has the microphone so lets get to it!

ROB MARTINEZ: Are you ready for some REBEL action?

Huge pop. Of course they are Rob.

ROB MARTINEZ: Tonight we have two title matches, an open fed battle royal and….

The crowd (well the males in the crowd anyway) start chanting “We want Jenny!” Clap, Clap, Clap! “We Want Jenny!” Martinez laughs and simply hands over
the microphone to Jenny Jersey. She smiles and waves to the fans.

JENNY JERSEY: Who wants to see some wrestling!

The crowd pops huge, both for the anticipation of wrestling and for the short denim skirt that Jenny is wearing.

JENNY JERSEY: In that case let’s….

A commotion from the Arena entrance causes her to stop mid-sentence and every head turns to see what all the fuss is about. It’s NAPW Superstar Simply Beautiful!
He’s flanked by several members of security and he’s waving a ticket in their faces. Back in the ring Rob Martinez takes the microphone from Jenny.

ROB MARTINEZ: Simply Beautiful as much as we’d like to have you here, REBEL management has BANNED you from this Arena! After last weeks run in on the TLC
match you CANNOT be anywhere near Brian Bruno or REBEL! Security take him out…And refund his ticket.

Some cheers are mixed with a chant of “Get The F*ck out!” clap, clap, clap! “Get The F*ck Out!” Simply Beautiful glares at Rob, the security and everyone
in the raucous crowd before finally allowing security to take him out of the Arena. With that little taste of action the crowd is now at a fever pitch
to see some mayhem. Jenny once again has the microphone and Martinez has taken his seat at ringside.

JENNY JERSEY: Our first match is a special three way dance!

“State of The Union” By Rise Against hits the speakers and the fans come alive.

JENNY JERSEY: Making his REBEL debut, he hails from right here in Raleigh North Carolina! He weighs in tonight at 235 pounds…Deven Darkeyes!!!

Darkeyes comes out from the back to a nice pop from the tough REBEL crowd. He slides into the ring and smiles at some girls at ringside.

“Rational Gaze” by Meshuggah hits the sound system and the former MMA fighter comes through the curtain to the sound of crickets.

JENNY JERSEY: His opponent, weighing in tonight at 240 pounds and hailing from Russia…Mikhail Kharitonov!!

The Russian climbs into the ring and shows no fear nor intimidation of Darkeyes.

JENNY JERSY: And finally…

The crowd is already starting to chant “Ass” “Ass” “Ass”

“Why don’t we do it in the road?” by The Beatles plays on the speakers as the cult favorite of REBEL comes out to a huge pop!

JENNY JERSEY: He hails from Manchester Britain and weighs in tonight at 230 pounds, he is one half of Team TNA…Mike “ASSMAN” Trey!!

Assman slaps the hands of fans along ringside before sliding into the ring. Jersey leaves the ring and all three men are ready for a fight. The referee
makes sure all three men are ready and calls for the bell! The Russian walks straight up to Darkeyes and the men start to jaw jack. Assman watches with
amusement as the two men hurl insults at each other. Darkeyes shoves The Russian and takes a shove in return. Assman, having seen enough, rushes both men
and hits a double clothesline on Deven and The Russian! Assman pulls Darkeyes off the mat and hurls him through the ring ropes to the floor. Kharitonov
is scrambling to his feet when he takes a chop across the chest that elicits a “wooooooo” from the crowd. Assman backs Kharitonov against the ropes and
shots him off, dropping him with a back elbow that sends the Russian rolling to the outside!

ROB MARTINEZ: Assman is in charge of this truly international three way dance! As you know the rules for this

match are simple, you get pinned or submit
you go to the back. Last man standing is the winner.

Darkeyes slides into the ring and catches Assman from behind with a forearm shot across the back. Assman is whipped into the ropes and takes a boot to the
gut that doubles him over. Darkeyes follows up with swinging neckbreaker that takes the Assman to the mat! Kharitonov is back in the ring and Darkeyes
is on him in an instant. Darkeyes takes a double chop thrust to the throat that stuns Deven and the former MMA fighter hits a spinning back kick to the
ribs that puts his man down! Kharitonov pulls Deven off of the mat and shoots him towards the near corner. One whisper in the wind later and Kharitonov
is down! Before Deven can cover he’s grabbed by Assman and tossed out of the ring! Assman pulls Kharitonov to his feet and snaps his head back with an
European uppercut! Kharitonov is scooped up and slammed to the mat as on the ring apron we see Darkeyes scaling towards the top. Assman steps back as Darkeyes
takes flight and nails a corkscrew splash! One, two, three!

ROB MARTINEZ: Kharitonov has been eliminated! This ain’t MMA buddy it’s REBEL!

Darkeyes gets rolled up from behind by Assman! One, two, kickout! Darkeyes scrambles to his feet and takes a clothesline that puts him back on the mat.
Assman looks at the stunned Deven Darkeyes, then at the crowd…There it is! He’s Ridin’ The Pony in the center of the ring! The fans are going nuts as
he gets off the pony and snaps into a wiggle, no, a DOUBLE wiggle! Forearm shot to the head fro a recovered Darkeyes and Assman is staggered! The boos
fill the Arena as Darkeyes backs Assman into a corner and hits him with a pair of back elbows to the head. Assman is shot across the ring into the far
corner and Deven follows him in with a clothesline! Deven hooks the head of Assman and takes him out of the corner with a running bulldog! Deven goes for
a cover and gets a two count. Deven pulls Assman off of the mat and attempts to hit his Collateral Damage! Assman blocks it and pops Deven with a vicious
European uppercut! Deven is staggered and it’s all the opening that Assman needs as he hits the ASSassination! Assman goes for the cover, one, two, three!
ROB MARTINEZ: Another big win for Assman! He’s truly Asstactuar…Christ, I hate saying that.

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of this match, Mike “Assman” trey!

The crowd gives Assman a great ovation and he gives them a wiggle with some extra stank on it in return. Deven Darkeyes slowly gets to his feet, gives Assman
a golf clap and slides out of the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: Tough loss for the local kid but I have a feeling he’ll be back.

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

“I’m Movin’ On” by Ashley McIsaac hits, and outs sets a less jovial, more determined Al Thoes gripping a steel chair. The fans reach out, patting him on
the back – he looks like a man headed to the gallows, but not yet resigned to his fate and ready to fight for his life.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first from Glasgow, Scotland and weighing in at two hundred and ninety pounds, one half of the Celtic Assassins, “The Scottish
Wrecking Machine” AAALLL THHOOOOOOOOOOESSSS!

ROB MARTINEZ: All this week, Thoes and O’Brady have been talking about getting tougher, more pyhsical in the ring. They’ve talked about giving the fans
what they want; if they indeed want hardcore from them, they’ll give them hardcore. Thoes looks ready tonight, but can a change in attitude be enough to
stop this monster from the Amazon?

Nine Inch Nails replaces Thoes’ McIsaac, and from behind the curtain steps Miranda. Caliban steps out behind her, as fierce and ready for battle as ever.
Conspicuous in his absense is Caliban’s handler, Ringmaster Iago. In any event, Caliban makes his way down to the ring, and jumps to the apron before climbing
through.

ROB MARTINEZ: It appears Miranda will go it alone as far as keeping Caliban somewhat under control here tonight, but you have to wonder where the heck Iago
is. Perhaps there’s a bluelight special at K-Mart?

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent, from the Amazon Basin, weighing in at three hundred and fifty pounds – CAAAAALLLLLIBAAAANNNN!

The bell rings, and here comes Thoes with the chair. THWAK! Right over the monster’s head. Caliban stumbles back, and Thoes rears back to swing again -
THWAK! Two huge chair shots from Thoes sends Caliban into the ropes, and he’s tied up! It looks like Thoes’ new, “hardcore” attitude is paying off here.
He looks for one more on the defenseless monster – Caliban counters and kicks the chair into his face. Miranda quickly jumps up to the apron and frees
him, and Caliban charges Thoes to deck him with a lariat! Caliban wastes no time, here he is off the ropes with a big splash, smashing Thoes rib cage.
He picks Thoes up and whips him to the corner – Avalanche! Thoes is on dream street, he staggers towards the middle of the ring a few steps before being
picked up and hammered with a pumphandle drop, putting Caliban in dominant control early. Miranda shouts something to him, and he lets Thoes get to his
feet. BOOM! Right hand from Thoes to the forehead. He lays into him with another stiff shot, connects with a stiff “WOO” chop, and starts reigning down
forearms on the monster before a quick Irish Whip – power clothesline – ducked! Caliban goes off the far ropes and bounds back, missing the mark with a
forearm smash. Thoes capitalizes and drops the Amazonian with a backdrop suplex, but Caliban is right back to his feet behind him and waits for him to
turn. Toe Kick! And here comes a ring-shaking suplex slam, look at the power of Caliban! Thoes clutches at his midsection and rolls over, practically a
sitting duck…but Caliban relents at Miranda’s urging.

ROB MARTINEZ: What gives? Caliban would be all over him like white on rice usually, but for some reason Miranda is calling off the dogs. And where the heck
is Iago? This just doesn’t add up!

Thoes pulls himself up, and grabs the chair he dropped earlier. Caliban moves in on him, but Thoes sticks him in the ribs to get some separation. And then
THROWS the chair off his skull! The crowd lets out a collective “oooh” and Caliban drops to one knee. Thoes runs at him and puts him down with a knee lift.
Thoes is in control now, and he drops not one but two elbows right into the sternum of the fallen beast. Now he mounts him – and here come the fists, BOOM
BOOM BOOM BOOM! And one more for good measure. Thoes now with a power chinlock – no, Caliban with an elbow before he can lock it in. Caliban gets to his
feet and just FLOORS Thoes with an uppercut, you could hear the sound of fist meeting jaw back in Glasgow. Caliban picks him up and throws him off the
ropes, and picks him up for a Gorilla Press Slam! My goodness, what an impact! That’s a two hundred and ninety pound man that Caliban just dropped like
a bad habit! Caliban raises his arms up high, celebrating with his back turned to his opponent – and that’s always the worst time to celebrate. Thoes with
a desperation low blow! Even Caliban can’t withstand that, and down he goes. Thoes wastes no time and locks in his power chinlock! This could be it, Caliban
can’t fight without any oxygen! He synches the hold in as hard as he can, his massive biceps wrapped around Caliban’s head. Caliban tries to pound away
on his arm, but he’s fading. A cup of soda hits the ring – these people want tables, not strategy! No use, though. Referee Dale McDonald checks his arm
once. It falls! Twice – no sir! Caliban starts getting to his feet, and Thoes pulls back even harder – Caliban is up, and the strange recipient of some
cheers from the crowd. Elbow smash to the gut of Al Thoes! That breaks the hold, and Caliban scoops his opponent up into an Argentine Rack – HOLEY MOLEY!
He picked up Thoes like a baby and planted him with the Dreadlock Drop! Caliban shoots up, and quickly picks Thoes up. So he can toss his ass over the
top rope! The crowd’s getting into now, these two behemoths are gonna brawl it out on the arena floor. Caliban picks Thoes up off the protective mats and
drives him back first into the guardrail! And then takes him down with a big right hand – no, blocked by Thoes in desperation! Thoes with a Zidane headbutt
to the chest stuns Caliban – and somebody in the front row just handed Thoes a beer. Thoes takes a sip (the Scottish don’t waste beer) and throws the contents
into the monster’s eyes to the delight of the crowd. POWER CLOTHESLINE takes Caliban down! Thoes is pounding him on the floor, as McDonald tries to get
them back into the ring on the outside. He can’t even make a count, so he may as well save his breath.

ROB MARTINEZ: Al Thoes is shockingly trading blows with Caliban and coming

out on top! If he keeps this up – OH NO!

Caliban clutches him by the throat, and Thoes grabs at his arm to free himself. Caliban starts getting to his feet, his hand still firmly around Thoes’
gullet. Thoes kicks him in the gut, and backs him off. He charges – back body drop, Thoes crashes onto the ring apron! Caliban loses it now and looks ready
to KILL – but Miranda directs him back into the ring, leaving Thoes to collect himself outside. Thoes takes some time to get up, but he manages to get
back to his feet. He picks up the table adjacent to the timekeeper’s and tosses it into the ring, sliding in after it – but he gets levelled as soon as
he walks in with the steel chair he himself brought to the ring! Caliban quickly sets the table up towards the center of the ring. Thoes gets up, on spaghetti
legs – POWERSLAM lays him out on the mat. Miranda calls for her monster to finish the match off, and Caliban olbiges by peeling Thoes off the mat – HEART
OF DARKNESS breaks the table in two! Caliban covers with one foot – it’s academic from here. One, two, three.

ROB MARTINEZ: It’s all over here – oh, what’s this? Come on now, that’s enough!

Caliban picks Thoes up and plants him with ANOTHER Heart of Darkness before tossing him out between the ropes. He stands tall, triumphant heading into his
SuperShow match. He turns to leave – and it’s Bruce Richards! From out of the crowd, it’s Bruce the Beast! He’s laying into Caliban, and the two are going
back and forth in the middle of the ring! The crowd’s on their feet!

ROB MARTINEZ: IAGO! IAGO WITH A CHAIN! What a cheap shot!

Ringmaster Iago came running down the ramp was soon as Bruce hit the ring and decked him with

the length of chain from behind. Iago’s yelling for Caliban
to finish Richards off, and tosses him the chain. Caliban wraps it around his throat starts choking the life out of him. The timekeeper’s ringing the bell
like crazy, but that’s not doing much of anything, now is it? Caliban relents, and wraps the chain around his massive meathook of a fist instead. Iago
picks the limp Bruce Richards up – BAM! Caliban busts him WIDE OPEN.

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh my goodness, that just put Bruce’s lights out! What a statement made by Caliban heading into the SuperShow! He dismantles not just Thoes,
but Bruce Richards as well. Can anyone stop this monster?

Caliban, Iago and Miranda stand tall in the ring as Bruce lie bleeding at their feet. Will the same happen at the SuperShow, or will Bruce get a measure
of revenge?

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During a brief intermission in the show, “When The Lights Go Out” by The Black Keys hits the speakers as NAPW Provincial and Tag Team Champion, “LDK” Lloyd
Rees walks out from behind the curtain and heads straight to the ring; business, all business. In Lloyd’s hand is the evidence folder from the police station.
Rees grabs the microphone from the hands of REBEL Pro ring announcer, Jenny Jersey, rolls in the ring, and starts to speak.

“LDK” LLOYD REES: Brian Bruno!! Get yer ass out here Bruno!!

A few moments pass, nothing.

“LDK” LLOYD REES: Come’on Bruno! Ya got t’face up t’what ya did t’John!! Get yer ass out here!!

A few more moments pass, finally, “Harvester of Sorrow” by Metallica plays over the airwaves and “Big Bad” Brian Bruno walks out from behind the curtain
and slowly makes his way to the ring. The whole way he seems to be talking to Rees motioning that he is a innocent man. Bruno makes it to the ring, climbs
inside, as “LDK” waste no time getting in the face of the bigger Bruno.

“LDK” LLOYD REES: Why Bruno?! Tell me why da hell ya dame near killed John!! I want answers and I want d’hem now!!

Bruno smirks evilly.

“BIG BAD” BRIAN BRUNO: Calm down Lloyd. I’m an innocent man! Think about this, why would I attack John?

“LDK” LLOYD REES: D’hats what I’m ask’n ya Bruno, why? Sure me and you have never been friends but Christ Brian, we ain’t never been enemies!! I even though
me and you might be on da same page, with our hate fer Beautiful land all but, I can’t deny da evidence. Yer f**k’n prints were on da glasses Bruno!! You
were d’ere when Salty was attacked!!

“BIG BAD” BRIAN BRUNO: See I think that is where all this went sour Lloyd. Can you not see what Andrew is trying to do? Since you defeated him at Sole Survivor
he has not been the same. He wanted to get revenge, and good! But he could not chance being caught so, he set this up to make it look like I did this.
He knew it would be easy with my past. Open your eyes to the truth Rees!! Simply Beautiful is responsible for all this!! He attacked your friend!! He is
the reason John is unable to walk on his own right now!!

“LDK” LLOYD REES: Sounds good fer you Bruno, but da proof is right here!!

Rees slams the evidence envelope into the chest of Brian Bruno. Bruno opens the envelope and looks over the paper.

“BIG BAD” BRIAN BRUNO: I understand my prints are on the glasses Lloyd but, this could have happened a number of ways. Could have been when I slapped that
little bitch in the face. Honestly think about this “LDK”. What did I have to gain from attacking John? Nothing!! Now, weight that against the reasons
Beautiful had to do this; you’re multiple titles reigns, your victory at Sole Survivor, and your recognition around the world as one of the best wrestlers
in recent years. Is this all adding up inside your head?

Lloyd seems confused and torn.

“LDK” LLOYD REES: Maybe yer right Bruno. It does seem d’hat Beautiful would have more of a motive fer dis…I apologize Bruno. Yer right here and I’m wrong.
Everybody’s aloud t’make one in d’eir life. I’ll be da bigger man here…

Lloyd extends his hand and the men shake. Rees turns and starts to leave the ring discouraged that the identity of John Salty’s attacker is still unknown.
Bruno speaks up before Rees can get out of the ring.

“BIG BAD” BRIAN BRUNO: Rees…

Lloyd turns to see what Brian Bruno has to say.

CRUSH!!!

Bruno just destroyed Rees with a vicious SHORT CLOTHESLINE!! Rees is out!! Bruno leans over, smiling.

“BIG BAD” BRIAN BRUNO: I enjoyed every moment of scrabbling John’s brains Lloyd! It’s just to bad I could get the job done!

Bruno tears the evidence envelope into pieces and sprinkles them over the laid out Rees. Bruno makes his way to the back as David Banks makes his way to
aid his partner. Bruno stands atop the ramp and stares down at the ring, evil all over his face, and then disappears into the back. In the ring, Banks
helps Rees to his feet, which in turn, pushes Banks off him, getting to his feet of his own power. Obviously very pissed, Rees heads backstage with Banks
in tow.

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

Nottingham Lace by Buckethead blasts out the PA, and A rather Sick looking Billy Kryenik carefully makes his way down to the ring. The fans are screaming,
but Billy doesn’t seem to hear it.

JENNY JERSEY: Coming to the ring, weighing in at 229lbs – this is SICK Billy KRENIK!

ROB MARTINEZ: Wow, SBK looks a lot worse than I’d have thought, thats a 100 degree fever there folks! What a fighter, but that certainly gives Warren the
edge.

JENNY JERSEY – And his opponent, at 187lbs – WARREN!

As SBK climbs carefully up the steps into the ring, as Guns N’ Roses’ Paradise City hits the arena, and Warren runs down the to the ring, tripping and flipping
himself over in the process. But he’s ok folks! He gets himself back up and sticks his hands up to an utterly silent crowd.

ROB MARTINEZ: Well, Warren hasn’t got a win yet in REBEL, let’s see how this one turns out. SBK isn’t at 100%, far from it, but then again, this is Warren.
The bell hits, and immediately SBK dives into Warren, a quick grapple, SBK hooking in a hammerlock, a knee to leg of Warren, and SBK spins round into a
nice kick to the chest – the sounds rings throughout the arena.

ROB MARTINEZ: Woah, nice shot. SBK really is sick today folks, but this just shows our REBEL stars won’t give up to give you fans a great show!

Warren climbs to his feet, turns around looking for SBK, and WHAM! Superkick to the face of Warren. Billy dives on his body, a quick pin, and just shy of
the 3 count. He wants this over quickly. Warren gets dragged up, and an irish whip into the turnbuckle, runs into him with a nice lariat, and props Warren
up on the top rope.

ROB MARTINEZ: Is this a Hot Salvation? There it is, a drop to his knee. Perfectly executed even in his state!

Warren climbs to his feet, and SBK lurches over him – quickly recoils! Thumb to the eye! Warren throws himself on to the ropes, springboard splash! But
SBK steps out the way, and Warren goes face first onto the mat.

ROB MARTINEZ: Well, at least the kid’s got heart – but to me this looks like a one sided fight.

SBK takes a moment on the ropes, and a twitch indicates warren is still alive on the mat. Billy moves over to him and gives him a few stomps, trying to
keep him down. SBK is physically looking more and more sick, the fever has caused a heavy sweat to pour off him, and he looks like he may pass out at any
moment.

ROB MARTINEZ: Look at that, SBK is leaning back in the turnbuckle, trying to catch a breath, trying to, well it looks like hes trying to keep consciousness.
Warren is slowly getting up, notices SBK in the opposite, corner, and charges, lunging himself at the turnbuckle, to which SBK rolls out of the way, watches
as Warren’s face smashes into the corner, giving a little disapproving nod as he watches it. SBK grabs Warren from behind, arms round waist, and throws
him over with a nice German suplex – Warren landing fairly badly on the back of his neck.

ROB MARTINEZ: Well, I would comment on this match, but hey, this isn’t even a match anymore. This is just Warren getting beaten down. Similar to most of
his matches, I guess.

SBK grabs Warren, and makes a motion for the Dry Lake! The fans go crazy, but hey, we expected as much. He underhooks, but Warren sharply lifts his head
– low blow! Then with all his might tries to flip SBK over, but SBK falls back instead. Nice try anyway, Warren. Takes a minute for a breather, wiping
his face, and then irish whip of the ropes, and he just throws himself on SBK. ref makes a pin.. 1! Not even close for a two count. SBK isn’t out yet.
He gets back up, and whacks Warren’s head into the turnbuckle, taking him round the ring, thats a smack in each four turnbuckles! But While Warren collpases
on the ground, SBK again takes another breather!

ROB MARTINEZ: SBK better hope he can get a win quickly, he’s physically red, sweating so much, that ring mat is soaked. He’s not in a good state.

SBK grabs Warren sets him up on the top rope, then begins climbing. A foot slips, but he’s ok, wavering a bit on the top. Lays a few punches into Warren
some going wildly off Warren, just punching air, but he connects with at least one, and gets ready to hit a Frankensteiner, he jumps for it, but misses
– falling back on the mat below. The sweat pouring off him, his chest not even rising anymore. Warren chucks himself from the top rope, only an arm connecting
with SBK though – he really needs to work on that. But the ref counts it! One! Two! Three!

ROB MARTINEZ: We need some help down here now! I don’t even know if Billy is still breathing!

Some of the medical staff from the back run down to check on Billy, he’s not even visible in under the bodies anymore, but wait, he’s being helped up! Gives
a thumbs up!

Warren walks over to him, and SBK holds out a hand! Warren shakes it! SBK is carefully helped out of the ring, and laid onto a nearby stretcher.

ROB MARTINEZ: What a fighter. A luck win for Warren, but hopefully we can get a check up on SBK later tonight, he doesn’t look to be good. A win for Warren,
but only just. Wow. Let’s hope SBK is going to be alright after this.

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“My Generation” blasts from the speakers… and the crowd goes wild for the trio that steps through the curtain!

JENNY JERSEY: Alright, Raleigh, it is time now for the Tag Team Championship match! Coming to the ring hailing from the state of Kentucky, they weigh in
at a total combined weight of five-hundred and forty-five pounds! With Lyndsey Valentine, they are “THE ANGRY AMERICAN” MATTHEW KURTIS… “THE SHOW” CHAD
KURTIS… the challengers, THE BLUEGRASS MAFIA!

ROB MARTINEZ: What an ovation here tonight for the challengers! The Kurtis boys and their manager are popular, but of course Lyndsey Valentine not just
a manager, Lovely Lyndsey a part of the big title shot Battle Royale here tonight. But while Lyndsey could earn a Heavyweight title shot tonight it is
Matthew & Chad Kurtis competing for the Tag Team titles against a team they know very well…

Matt holds down the middle rope for Lyndsey. The Show hits a corner – quite the intense expression on his face as he makes the “Belt” motion around his
waist. Matt and Lyndsey pose for the crowd, the big man raising an arm high Diesel-style. Oh yeah. The BGM are serious here tonight…

“The New Foundation.” AKForty’s beats flood the arena, and out come the boo birds.

JENNY JERSEY: And now welcome the champions! Accompanied by the manager Mr. B, they weigh in at a total combined weight of four-hundred and seventy-two
pounds… they are the reigning and defending REBEL Pro Wrestling tag team champions PRINCE DARKO, THOMAS YOUNG, THE FOUNDATION!

Some fan is giving Darko hell. Mr. B “holds Darko back.” Thomas Young, on the other hand, isn’t goofing around at all. He’s adjusting his wrist tape and
starting hard into the ring at the Kurtis brothers, Lyndsey taking her place on the outside of the ring. Darko slaps Young on the back… what’s this?
They’re playing paper-rock-scissors again, determining who starts the match. Oh no, they both get rock. Now what do they do?

ROB MARTINEZ: It was just over a month ago at the first-ever REBEL show that these two teams engaged in a classic tag team encounter. The Foundation were
able to score a close victory en route to winning the tag team titles that are on the line here tonight, but the BGM clearly deserved a title shot after
their performance — and here we go! The Foundation slides into the ring and go right to their opponents! Senior official Dale McDonald calls for the
bell to start this one off!

All four men going at it here! Prince Darko and The Show are laying into one another with right hands, while Thomas Young tries to take down the near seven-foot
tall Matthew Kurtis. This is a donnybrook already! The Foundation look to send their men off the ropes — each BGM member reverses, The Foundation come
off the ropes in rebound! DROPKICK! BIG BOOT! Chad & Matt respectively rock their counterparts and The Foundation head to the outside to regroup with Mr.
B. There’s no count-outs in REBEL Pro Wrestling, of course, so they can’t get counted out (purposely or otherwise) to retain the beltsSHOOTING STAR PRESS
TO THE OUTSIDE! THE SHOW! SHOW! SHOW! SHOW! chant the people! The Show sacrificing his body to wipe out The Foundation AND Mr. B on the outside, spilling
bodies all over the aisle!

Kurtis yells out “HOW YOU LIKE THAT?”, the crowd responding in kind. He rolls Darko back into the ring and throws some shots at Thomas Young, ramming him
head first into guardrail. Wait a minute! Chad Kurtis up on the ring apron! Thomas Young looks up just in time to see the man barreling off the apron with
a somersault, wiping him out AGAIN! Meanwhile in the ring, Darko gouges Matt’s eyes to try to gain an advantage. He throws some forearm shots into the
face, then tries to irish whip Matt out of the corner. Hm. Matt doesn’t want to move. And when The Big Blue Ass-kicker doesn’t want to move… Darko tries
to whip him again, Kurtis simply plants his feet.

AND THEN BEHEADS DARKO WITH A SHORT CLOTHESLINE.

“BGM! BGM!” goes the crowd. Matt pulls up a dazed and rocked Prince Darko, suplex coming up. Making him think about it! Matt drops an arm to the side, simply
holding Darko up with one arm! Crowd counts the seconds, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen… still going! FOURTEEN, fifteen,
sixteen, seventeen, eighteeen… nineteeen…. Twenty! Crash! Darko takes the hard way down, arching his back in pain. He doesn’t get a second to recover
as Chad Kurtis comes off the top rope with a flying splash, Superfly style! Chad Kurtis covers, ONE, TWO, Thomas Young makes the save!

ROB MARTINEZ: We’re five minutes into the match and there’s the first pinfall, this is not technically a tornado match but referee Dale McDonald has his
hands full trying to keep these four men in line! The BGM want to put this away early, they can already taste the gold!

Young attacks Chad, but here comes Matt from behind stomping down. Matt picks up Thomas Young, belly-to-back suplex — Young flips out and lands on his
feet! LOW BLOW bows Matt down but here’s Chad Kurtis in on Young, firing away. The grimace on Matt’s face tells the story, but he’s certainly not down
yet… but Prince Darko connects with a jawbreaker to keep the big man stunned. Dale McDonald doesn’t seem to be making either team take a corner, this
one isn’t slowing down. Prince Darko now trying to chop down the huge Matt Kurtis… Series of knife-edge chops resonate through the building, and then
Darko hits the ropes MATT WITH A LARIAT. Just when you think Darko is building some momentum, the Kentucky Wildcat explodes with a brutal lariat to take
the man down. Cover on Darko by Matt, one, two, Young again with a save to make sure Darko doesn’t HAVE to kick-out.

Young stomping on Matt’s head, trying to keep the big man down on the canvas. The Show is on the outside, seems that Young was able to dump the man, but
he’s getting back in. Young helps Darko up, yelling out some directions. Young stomps Chad before the man can get up, trying to keep him down. He positions
him, and then Chad Kurtis eats the Follow Through. Darko puts another boot to Matt’s head and then comes over, now he’s back in charge. What’s going on
here? Young pulls Kurtis up, draping his arms and neck over the top rope! Darko gets a run… and it’s the Phase 2 double-team move on Chad Kurtis! That
could break a man’s back! Chad is down and rolls to the outside, and that leaves The Foundation to double-team Matt Kurtis with a chorus of vicious stomps.
ROB MARTINEZ: And now the momentum has turned in the favor of the tag champions, they have a temporary two-on-one situation against The Angry American here!
The champs have to find a way to keep the man down long enough for a three count… well, that might do it. Mr. B just slid in a steel chair!

Young pulls Matt up, who starts fighting. He nails Young good and stands tall TURN AROUND MATT

KRACK.

Prince Darko just LAYS into Matt with the steel chair! Matt is still standing, on wobbly legs, and Darko revs up for another one — Matt grabs him by the
throat! Oh my gosh, chokeslam? Thomas Young from behind on Matt Kurtis… and Darko brings the chair down hard across Matt’s exposed back. Matt is down
to one knee, wincing… wait a minute! Darko holding the chair in front of Matt’s face! Young off the ropes BIG BOOT INTO THE CHAIR! INTO MATT’S FACE!
HE’S DOWN! COVER BY DARKO! ONE! TWO! Th— THE SHOW WITH THE SAVE!

ROB MARTINEZ: A near-fall for the champs, where the HELL did The Show come from? What guts from The Last Action! Hero! This one isn’t over yet!

Matt is clearly dazed from the series of chair shots, it took three to take him down. Meanwhile The Show is a house of fire! Dropkick Young, dropkick Darko!
And now it’s a German Suplex on Thomas Young! Kurtis holds on and rolls through… a second German Suplex! But here comes Prince Darko, Kurtis releases
Young and ducks, then… hits a German on Darko! Now he’s got a second on Darko! The third, Darko trying to block, but he can’t Thomas Young from behind!
That dazes Chad, and then it’s Darko’s turn! TCS, Complete Shot! Cover gets one, two, nnnnno Chad Kurtis with the kick-out! Darko grabs that steel chair
again, what’s he want here? He puts it down in the center of the ring, not a Zamunda Driver on the chair! Chad reverses! Back drop! Young rushes in SUPERKICK!
CHAD KURTIS WITH THE SUPERKICK! HE HOOKS THE LEG, ONE, TWO, THREKICKOUT. But now it’s KURTIS with the steel chair! He tosses it to Darko? DROPKICK! VAN
DAMINATOR! Chad covers, one, two, Darko is able to kick-out!

Chad Kurtis grabs Prince Darko up and says, this is over! Matt Kurtis is back up… he puts Darko on his shoulders! Chad Kurtis goes to the top rope, it’s
going to be the KURTIS KRUSHER — MR. B UP TOP! He’s got a hold of Chad’s leg, preventing him from leaping off. Wait a minute! Thomas Young chopblocks
Matt’s knee! Darko and Matt go down in a heap, and then Young leaps to the top rope… wait a minute… YOUNG! Thomas Young is standing up top, what the
hell is he doing? No! He can’t —

POWERBOMB THROUGH THE TIMEKEEPER’S TABLE!

ROB MARTINEZ: OH MY GAWWWWWWD! The table exploding in splinters and Thomas Young and Chad Kurtis both lying in the wreckage! This match has just gotten
serious!

Darko loves what he just saw, but he knows he’s got to keep Matt Kurtis down. He stomps the leg, then picks up the steel chair, bringing it down HARD across
the knee. This is just sick! Darko making with the choke, it’s not like the referee can disqualify the man. He lets off, the crowd booing him like crazy.
And now what? Darko is signalling to Mr. B! Mr. B comes in the ring, and Prince Darko giving some instructions. Oh no, he’s not going to! Prince Darko
is trying to CRIPPLE Matthew Kurtis! Mr. B holding the chair on top of Matt Kurtis’ knee while Prince Darko climbs to the top rope! Don’t do it Darko!
Matt Kurtis suddenly rolls over and boots Mr. B in the face! He gets to his one good leg, Darko sees that his man is suddenly up, so he changes plans!
Double ax-handle off the topBIGBOOOTO! BIG-AH BOOOOT-O! Matt Kurtis stood on his injured leg for just a second, just long enough to KILL Darko dead with
his other size 18 right to the face! Darko is out, Matt holding his knee, trying to shake off the pain.

However, here’s Thomas Young rolling back into the ring. Matt took Darko out, but Chad is the worse for wear on

the outside… And Mr. B trying again to
help out his team, he’s got the chair up, prepared to bring it down across Matt’s knee —

Lyndsey Valentine, on the ring apron, grabs it from behind! Mr. B turns around and KRACK! Lyndsey brings the chair right down onto Mr. B’s face! The crowd
goes CRAZY, but unfortunately, it’s only temporary because Thomas Young blindsides Lyndsey with a running big boot! Valentine flies backwards, nailing
the back of her head on the guardrail! Young stares down at her, then looks over the crowd in disgust.

And they shower him with hate.

ROB MARTINEZ: I question what goes in the mind of Thomas Young. This man seems to actually enjoy hurting people, putting them out, like they did to Dio
Muerte last week with that brutal assault. And now Matt Kurtis is all alone with both members of The Foundation!

Young helps Darko up, and the two men turn as one to stare at Matt Kurtis. Matt is in the corner, he stares at both men, yelling at them to COME ON. Darko
and Young slowly coming towards Matt… Matt swings with his long arms, almost tagging Darko… Young rushes forward! Darko in behind, they’re pounding
on Matthew Kurtis, fists, kicks to the knee, just covering the main in blows. And for all of Matt Kurtis’ vaunted strength and ass-kicking ability, he
is right now only a one-legged man in an ass-kicking contest. And we all know how good his chances are…

But never count out a damn Kurtis! Because HERE’S THE SHOW! The Show blasts both Foundation members, he’s beaten up but going at it! Chad pulls Darko off,
firing away. But Darko rakes the eye and puts Chad into the opposite corner as Thomas Young chokes Matt with his boot… Darko yells over his shoulder
to Young. Opposite corners of the ring, and The Foundation irish whip the BGM into one another — WAIT! Chad Kurtis leapfrogs over Matt! FRANKENSTEINER
to Thomas! Darko sees the change and rushes at the stopped Matt… and he eats a big, mother SPINEBUSTER! The BGM have turned the tables, and suddenly
the crowd is on their feet! Chad Kurtis hits the turnbuckles, one, two, THREE jumps!

BEST! MOONSAULT! EVER!

He covers for ONE, TWO, THREEE…..

Young kicks out! Young kicks out!

Across the ring Matt sends Darko to the ropes for a Clothesline From Hell, but Darko grabs the top rope and stops. Matthew comes forward for his Yakuza
Kick, but Darko moves out of the way and Matt instead hits the top rope, catching his damaged knee. Chad Kurtis drops Young and charges Darko as well,
but this time Darko dives under the superkick attempt, and he nails THE EFFECT on Chad to put him down. But he does not go for the pinfall?

Prince Darko slides outside and grabs another steel chair from a fan at ringside. Oh no! He blasts Matt’s knee with it, Matt taking a hard spill from his
precarious position on the top rope to the concrete floor. There are no protective mats in REBEL Pro Wrestling… Darko goes underneath the ring and pulls
out a table! He unfolds the legs, then awkwardly positions Matt Kurtis on top of it. Another chair shot to the head to keep Matt prone… Oh my gosh! Prince
Darko is going to the ring again? What’s he going for?!

JUST PERFECTION SPRINGBOARD SWANTON! Onto Matthew Kurtis. Breaking through the table!

ROB MARTINEZ: Matthew Kurtis has been placed through a table, but Prince Darko isn’t in much better position! There’s no good way to land on concrete floor,
not when you’re sacrificing your body like that!

In the ring it’s Chad Kurtis and Thomas Young, Young grabs Kurtis from behind first! Young Cutter — Chad flips out! Young turns around, toekick, CROWD
TO THEIR FEET, CK FINALE, MR. B! From behind on Chad Kurtis with his briefcase! Thomas Young’s turn, SHADES OF DEATH! Connects! ONE! TWO! THREEEENOOOOO!
CHAD KURTIS SOMEHOW KICKS OUT!

Young can’t believe it! He’s in shock! Two he says, holding two fingers up, but Chad Kurtis somehow, someway kicked out of the man’s signature move. Young’s
face turns from shock to anger as he stomps Chad Kurtis. Hold on —Prince Darko has crawled back into the ring with whatever strength he has left… and
he locks up Chad Kurtis with a full nelson. Here comes Young off the ropes with a sickening Big Boot to the face! They call that GAME OVER, and it at last
gets a three-count!

JENNY JERSEY: The winners of the match and still tag team champions, The Foundation! ROB MARTINEZ: There are broken tables, dented steel chairs, what a
match this was but The Foundation are walking out of here the winners. A great effort from the Bluegrass Mafia but tonight was not their night.

Chad Kurtis rolls outside. He and Lyndsey help Matt up the aisle, Matt favoring his right knee. The Foundation are victorious in the ring… but a moment
after the BGM hit the apron, suddenly new music hits. The music of…

Dio Muerte!

ROB MARTINEZ: Hold the phone, ladies and gentlemen! It is the man who has been waging a one-man war against Darko & Young ever since Sole Survivor II up
in Canada! Last week The Foundation hurt Dio Muerte, I didn’t even know he was in the building tonight!

The crowd pops for Dio Muerte, who is holding a microphone in one hand and his trademark bat in the other. He “shushes” them and then starts in.

Dio Muerte: I sat down at home this whole week, I heard all that you had to say Thomas. I was gone from your vocabulary. Do you fear me?! Do you Thomas?!
Because I know the answer. Darko, you didn’t mention me either, do you fear me too? Do you fear what I’ve become. This wasn’t part of the plan was it?
You thought I wouldn’t come back, I wasn’t suppose to. I was suppose to go by the script that you had “assigned” to me and run with it to the endzone.
I always hated football, I was always some what illiterate or just a bit dyslexic. So your plans didn’t

follow through. Your plans never do. You know what
else, I’ll take that plan that’s already been broken and I’ll demolish it.

Thomas Young : What in the world are you talking about? I think those shots to the head made you lose those few remaining marbles.

Dio Muerte: No time for games Thomas, especially when your tag titles are on the line.

Prince Darko: The hell are you talking about?

Dio Muerte: You dumb ass, it’s self explanatory.

Prince Darko: You want to challenge us for the belts?

Thomas Young: That’s what he said.

Prince Darko: You need a partner for that, idiot.

Dio Muerte: You’re Chris Tucker in an afro you know that.

Thomas Young: Real clever. You want more of a beating from last week? We’ll give you one. There’s nobody who’s going to be your tag partner! Who do you
got?

Dio Muerte: Well…

Dio stops. He looks around, then shrugs.

Thomas Young: I knew you didn’t have a partner —

Dio Muerte: You didn’t let me finish! Lemme introduce my partner, you know his name real well, he’s crazy, my partner to challenge you,

JEFF JAMES!

Jeff James? … JEFF JAMES! Rushes out of the curtain, and the REBEL crowd may not be entirely familiar but many of them sure know that James is the younger
brother of Thomas Young, out injured at the hands of his brother and Darko! Dio and Jeff rush the ring going crazy, and The Foundation don’t want any part
of it. The Foundation end up near the curtain as James hits the corner, the crowd loving it. Dio taps his bat on the corner as Young picks up the mic near
him.

Thomas Young: Jeffery?

Jeff James: In the flesh. So next week on that NAPW/REBEL Supershow… are we on for the belts?

Foundation huddle up for a bit.

Thomas Young: You know what?

Prince Darko: Okay, fine.

Crowd pops! But suddenly Darko cuts over their noise.

Prince Darko: One condition, we win Jeffery you never step in a Rebel ring, ever again. I’ll be surprise if you can walk into one period.

Jeff James: Fine, but then how about, I take your mask along with those titles?

Prince Darko: You know what, that doesn’t sound that bad, cause, I’ll be taking that hair… Lara Croft.

Crowd oooohs at that one. Jeff strokes his hair, considering.

Jeff James: So you’re talking my hair… vs your stupid mask, Darko… REBEL tag titles on the line?

Prince Darko: You’re not deaf son.

Jeff James: … Deal!

Dio Muerte’s music hits again, wow, what a development here! Next week at the NAPW/REBEL supershow, The Foundation will settle their issue with Dio Muerte
& Jeff James once and for all, tag titles on the line, Darko’s mask vs Jeff’s hair!

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JENNY JERSEY: The following contest is the EIGHT MAN BATTLE ROYAL! To be eliminated, an opponent must be thrown over the top rope, and BOTH FEET must touch
the ground at ringside.

“Bad Boys” hits the speakers. Jenny Jersey looks a little perplexed, and glances at Senior Referee Dale McDonald, who just shrugs. The crowd murmurs a bit,
then bursts into laughter as “BAD BOY” JOEY MALONE emerge from the curtains, dressed as the Macho Man Randy Savage, Extreme Jobber Championship around
his waist, and struts down to the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: I’m not entirely sure what the Extreme Jobber of the NAPW is doing here…

Malone takes Jenny’s microphone.

JOEY MALONE: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH YEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!

That earns a pop from the crowd. Malone continues, speaking in a bad Randy Savage impression.

JOEY MALONE: I heard about this here battle royal, and that it was open to anyone, anywhere. So, Macho Malone is throwing in his hat! OOOH YEAHH!

Again a cheer from the crowd… who, I guess like to watch the poor guy get beat up. Joey hands back Jenny’s microphone and starts taking off his Macho
Man outfit. Jenney Jersey climbs out of the ring, as “Attack” by 30 Seconds to Mars hits the speakers. The crowd boos as KENNY “The Colossal” KRENSHOV
slowly emerges from the back and starts down to the ring. The front row fans are especially harsh, one guy sticking out his chin and daring Krenshov to
take a shot.

ROB MARTINEZ: Not a warm welcome from the REBEL Pro fans. It looks like Krenshov’s actions in the NAPW have preceded him, and this crowd is letting him
have it.

Krenshov angrily ignores them, and steps into the ring. Joey Malone audibly gulps and retreats under the bottom rope. Krenshov sneers down at him. “Money
Talks” by AC/DC replaces Krenshov’s music, and the crowd gives a welcoming cheer to the NAPW’s CA$H.

ROB MARTINEZ: A warm welcome to NAPW newcomer Ca$h! This young man is looking to make a name for himself tonight, and winning a shot against NAPW Commissioner
Rex Caliber, our Heavyweight Champion, would definitely get him noticed in his home promotion.

He glad-hands a few of the front row fans, and circles around the ring, looking warily up at the three-hundred-plus pound Krenshov. Ca$h, perhaps wisely,
decides to play it safe, joining Joey Malone at ringside. “Nobody’s Listening” by Linkin Park heralds the coming of “THE CRUSHER” KURT JAMES. He earns
himself a cheer as well, but isn’t content to stand by like Ca$h and Malone. Crusher rushes into the ring, and taking his initiative, both Ca$h and Malone
do as well. All three men stare down Krenshov, who just continues to sneer at them, and reclines in a corner. Dale McDonald holds the four men apart for
now, demanding they wait for the rest of the competitors. “NWO” by Ministry, and here comes “The Career Killer” JAKE PHOENIX, and the fans’ cheers turn
to boos. Phoenix ignores them and climbs into the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: “The Career Killer” Jake Phoenix has had a storied career, and lately he seems to have come to an understanding with his long-time rival Donovan
Astros. Phoenix will be wrestling in the eight-man tag match at the Supershow AGAINST REBEL Pro Wrestling.

Powerman 5000 and “Supernova Goes Pop”. CHRIS “The Sparx” CORSTENOCA hits the ring running, the crowd cheering. The newcomer to the REBEL ring gets a warm
reception, and joins the growing number of people in the ring. “Sunday Bloody Sunday” by U2 gets boos from the crowd. “The Irish Adonis” BOBBY O’BRADY
steps out from behind the curtain. This week there’s no shirts. There’s no attempts to win the fans over. O’Brady just angrily storms to the ring and slides
in, ignoring the fans.

ROB MARTINEZ: A newly focused Bobby O’Brady here tonight, but the REBEL fans don’t seem to buy it. Maybe a win tonight in the battle royal will earn him
some cheers.

“Never Gonna Get It” by Akon, and David Banks steps out from the curtains with his NAPW Tag Team Title over his shoulder. He proudly pats it, and starts
down to the ring, the fans giving him a mixed reception. In the ring, Crusher, O’Brady and Phoenix all give him an especially covetous glance. All three
men have expressed an intention to win that title belt in a few short weeks. As Banks climbs into the ring, Joan Jett hits the speakers with “Bad Reputation.”
LOVELY LYNDSEY VALENTINE emerges from the back to a surprisingly loud and positive reception from the crowd. All of the men in the ring watch her enter.
Jake Phoenix smirks. Krenshov cracks his knuckles. Lyndsey blows them a kiss, as “I Am The Man” by Philisopher Kings starts up. Those cheers all become
boos as STYLIN’ KYLE ROBERTS comes out of the back. He smirks at the fans and taps his head, then struts down to the ring and slides in. He rises next
to Lyndsey and, leering, gives her a wink. Valentine looks like she may have thrown up a bit in her mouth.

ROB MARTINEZ: I think that’s everyone… and Dan McDonald is calling for the bell!

The Senior Referee climbs out of the ring as the bell sounds! All ten competitors immediately start throwing punches around. Krenshov reels toward the corner
as Jake Phoenix and Chris Corstenoca double team him. Ca$h and David Banks exchanging shots. Bobby O’Brady lays into The Crusher against the ropes, throwing
chops. And Kyle Roberts finds himself on the receiving end of a Joey Malone, Lyndsey Valentine double team.

ROB MARTINEZ: There’s a LOT of action to follow in the early moments…

O’Brady is trying to lever Crusher over the ropes, but Kurt James has locked onto the ropes and refuses to go over. Krenshov has turned the tables on BOTH
of his attackers, throwing Jake Phoenix down, and reversing The Sparx into the corner. Valentine and Malone have Kyle Roberts set for a double team irish
whip… reversed into a double clothesline! Lyndsey Valentine and Joey Malone crash to the ring, the crowd groaning. Roberts takes a handful of Malone’s
hair, and pulls him up to his feet, then LAUNCHES him into the ropes like a rocket! “Bad Boy” Joey Malone goes up, over, and crashes to ringside. The fans
moan in sympathy.

JENNY JERSEY: “Bad Boy” Joey Malone has been eliminated!

ROB MARTINEZ: Poor guy.

While Joey sadly gathers up his costume and belt, things continue apace in the ring. Krenshov stomps down on Corstenoca in the corner. David Banks locks
up with Ca$h for a Belly to Belly Suplex. Ca$h skips across the ring, and Banks turns and lays into Bobby O’Brady – perhaps unwisely saving the Crusher,
who is able to get himself back into the ring. Lyndsey Valentine is on the mat still, Kyle Roberts holding a mean looking headlock on her, and shouting
“Come on, baby. Time to submit to Stylin’ Kyle.” That earns some heat from the fans. And speaking of heat, Bobby O’Brady has turned to tables on David
Banks… Body Slam! Banks tries to roll away as O’Brady gestures down at him that soon, he’ll be wearing a title belt, earning further boos from the crowd.
O’Brady glares over to the front row, turns… SPINEBUSTER! The Crusher flattens the Irish Adonis, and the crowd cheers! Jake Phoenix is trying to regain
some momentum against Krenshov, while Corstenoca pulls himself back to his feet in the corner. Krenshov growls and grabs Phoenix – who’s not a small man,
himself – by the neck and throws him into corner, smack into Corstenoca. Both men slump, and Krenshov turns… ducking aside just as The Crusher goes flying
by him! CRUSHER EFFECT! Jake Phoenix takes the brunt of it, but The Sparx cushions most of the impact behind him. Both men collapse, as The Crusher rises
to his feet, hits a pose and shouts at the crowd; “KILL! OR BE CRUSHED!” A cheer from the crowd and Kurt James, now, turns… KRENSHOV! The Colossal slaps
a hand down over James’ throat! Crusher shakes his head “No!” but Krenshov just hauls him up… and CHOKESLAM over the top rope!

JENNY JERSEY: “The Crusher” Kurt James has been eliminated!

ROB MARTINEZ: My GOD the power! What a way to go! There’s still eight men – check that, SEVEN men and a woman – left in the match, and there’s still just
too much going on to keep track of it all…

Lyndey Valentine has caught the bottom rope, and Stylin’ Kyle – laughing – releases his hold. Standing, he reaches down to pull her up… but Valentine
locks up on the bottom rope, refusing to let go. Stylin’ Kyle laughs again and goes to start prying her lose…and Ca$h throws a forearm into his spine!
Roberts reels, clutching his back, and Ca$h locks up from behind… German Suplex! Still locked up, rolls through… German Suplex! Doesn’t let go, rolls
through again, Stylin’ Kyle shaking his head “No!” GERMAN SUPLEX! The crowd cheers, and Ca$h quickly rises to his feet, just in time to see David Banks
coming off the second rope… BLOCKBUSTER! Ca$h is down! Phoenix and Corstenoca are down! Roberts is down! O’Brady is down! Lyndsey Valentine continues
to cling to the bottom rope. That just leaves… KRENSHOV. The Colossus reaches out to catch Banks but the Chairman dances out of the way, hits the ropes
and drives his body right into Krenshov’s knee. Krenshov howls, and staggers backward, and Banks – not missing a beat – hits the ropes a second time, and
drives himself into Krenshov’s other knee! This time Krenshov teeters forward and crashes to the ring, and the crowd erupts! David Banks shouts something
witty down at the fallen giant but it’s totally drowned out by the cheering. The Chairman then climbs up to the top rope… and CA$H comes right out of
nowhere! Springboard DROPKICK! David Banks topples into guardrail!

JENNY JERSEY: David Banks has been eliminated!

ROB MARTINEZ: Going up to the top rope is always a risk, more so in any battle royal. Today just wasn’t a lucky day for David Banks.

Chris “the Sparx” Corstenoca seems to be back on his feet. He and Ca$h both descend on the fallen Krenshov. Each man grabs a leg, and they start trying
to turn the giant over. Jake Phoenix is also suddenly back into this thing, and he’s taken a handful of Lyndsey Valentine’s hair. The crowd boos as he
pries her free from the bottom rope, and pulls her to her feet. Elsewhere in the ring, Stylin’ Kyle Roberts has latched into Bobby O’Brady. The Irish Adonis
is fed a few quick elbows to the head, then Roberts hooks up O’Brady for a DDT… but O’Brady manages to power out! He twists around, pulling Stylin’ Kyle
up onto his shoulders for the Human Torture Rack! The crowd has an oddly mixed reaction – they don’t appear to care for O’Brady, but they HATE Kyle Roberts.
Bobby O’Brady doesn’t hold on for too long, instead moving to try and drop Roberts over the top rope! Kyle hooks onto the top rope with both hands, locking
himself onto O’Brady’s shoulders. Krenshov has managed to kick away Chris Corstenoca, and is trying to catch hold of Ca$h. Lyndsey is in danger elsewhere,
POWERSLAM! Oh, momma no! The poor woman is being just… just manhandled by the Career Killer, who laughs sadistically.

ROB MARTINEZ: For the love of God! Someone help her!

Kyle Roberts is teetering quite close to elimination, but has locked his legs around O’Brady’s head, and still has a hold on the top rope. Krenshov, meanwhile,
has caught Ca$h’s arm, and is trying to rise to his feet, while Ca$h throws elbows at Krenshov’s head. Jake Phoenix has pulled Valentine back to her feet,
again holding a handful of hair, and rears back to plant a big right fist into her kisser… and Chris Corstenoca is suddenly locked up with him from behind!
Phoenix struggles to free himself, but Corstenoca isn’t going anywhere… FACE BOMB! Valentine staggers away from the pair and into the ropes, as Jake
Phoenix attempts to roll away from Sparx. Kyle Roberts is going over the top rope… but he’s still got O’Brady locked up between his legs! Both men flip
over the top rope! Stylin’ Kyle lands on the apron, but…

JENNY JERSEY: “The Irish Adonis” Bobby O’Brady has been eliminated!

The crowd cheers as Stylin’ Kyle steps back into the ring, smirking and tapping his forehead. Bobby O’Brady, meanwhile, angrily storms away from ringside.
Krenshov has Ca$h in both hands now, and has retaken his feet. Corstenoca is exchanging shots with and angry looking Jake Phoenix. Kyle Roberts has made
a beeline for Lovely Lyndsey Valentine, leering as he locks up with her from behind. That earns some cheap heat. Ca$h breaks free of Krenshov with a well
placed elbow! Krenshov staggers back and Ca$h hits the corner, leaping to the second rope and springboarding toward The Colossus for a Diving Cross-Body…
and Krenshov just CATCHES him! Tilt-a-Whirl… BACKBREAKER! The fans GROAN as Ca$h springs to his feet, clutching his back and staggering away from Krenshov,
but the giant man grabs him by the head and HURLS him over the ropes!

JENNY JERSEY: Ca$h has been eliminated!

ROB MARTINEZ: What a tough break! But with Ca$h out, we’re down to our final five competitors!

Krenshov, a little gassed, retreats to a safe corner to catch his breath. The Career Killer has turned the tables on The Sparx, driving him into the opposite
corner, and throwing some big, beefy chops down on Chris’ chest. Stylin’ Kyle has been playing catch-as-catch-can with Lyndsey Valentine, who seems a little
frustrated. Kyle is all smiles, toying with her like a cat toys with a bird. He finally manages to position himself in front of her in a front face lock,
and that’s when Lyndsey drops to her knees… and OH MOMMA NO! Right in the junk! Stylin’ Kyle HOWLS, face turning red, and the crowd explodes! Valentine
rises to her feet and unloads a stiff looking kick right in Kyle’s chest! Stylin’ Kyle is thrown back into the turnbuckles, still clutching his junk, and
slumps down into the corner. Krenshov starts to rise, eyes locked on Valentine, but she sees him moving, and turns on him! The crowd erupts AGAIN as she
charges… SHINING WIZARD! Krenshov’s bell is RUNG. The giant teeters and crashes face-first into the canvas! Valentine is fired up! She turns back on
Stylin’ Kyle Roberts… BRONCO BUSTER!

ROB MARTINEZ: Stylin’ Kyle Roberts just got lucky!

Valentine is on fire! The REBEL fans start chanting “LYND-SEY! LYND-SEY! LYND-SEY!” She glances back down at the fallen Krenshov, turns and rushes to ropes…
and runs smack into Jake Phoenix. He catches her in his meaty arms. The crowd’s cheers turn to boos and screams! Lyndsey tries to break free, but The Career
Killer’s arms are locked up… BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX! Valentine is planted in the ring! Jake’s grim expression slowly begins to change into a smirk.

ROB MARTINEZ: That sick, sadistic Jake Phoenix is two-times her size! This is a complete mismatch! Oh… oh no DON’T DO IT!

TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER! Stick a fork in Lyndsey Valentine. She’s done. The Career Killer, to a chorus of boos, plucks up Valentine like a rag-doll, walks
to the ropes, and dumps her unceremoniously over the top.

JENNY JERSEY: Lovely Lyndsey Valentine has been eliminated!

“The Career Killer” Jake Phoenix makes a show of brushing off his hands… and suddenly he’s going over the top! The crowd erupts!

JENNY JERSEY: “The Career Killer” Jake Phoenix has been eliminated!

Phoenix can’t believe it! He scrambles to his feet and spins to see what just happened… and Stylin’ Kyle Roberts, still holding his bruised junk and wincing
a bit, taps his head. “Smarter than you, Phoenix. Get to steppin’!”

ROB MARTINEZ: Just like that we’re down to our final three! One of these three men will go on to face the REBEL Heavyweight Champion for the title at the
Supershow!

Chris “The Sparx” Corstenoca leaps at Stylin’ Kyle Roberts as Kenny “the Colossal” Krenshov retakes his feet, shaking the cobwebs from his head. Corstenoca
gets in a few shots, but Kyle shakes it off, takes The Sparx by the head, and hurls him over the top ropes! Final two!

Except for Chris Corstenoca, you know, skinning that cat.

Stylin’ Kyle is oblivious, turning his attention to Krenshov… POLARIZER! Smart play by Roberts, keeping the giant off his feet, but Kyle knows this. He’s
smarter than you, and he’s reminding everyone of it right now.

ROB MARTINEZ: Kyle might have Krenshov at a disadvantage, but he seems to have forgotten that he also needs to get the Colossus OVER THE TOP ROPE.

But that’s a bridge Kyle can burn later. For right now, it’s all about the BEARTAMER, baby! Krenshov howls as Stylin’ Kyle cranks back on his signature
submission hold, weakening the giant. He laughs – perhaps a little manically – and looks up… PANDEMONIUM! The crowd explodes!

ROB MARTINEZ: That was SICK! Kyle hit with the STO Backbreaker right out of that submission hold!

Krenshov scrambles to the ropes, and desperately starts pulling himself to his feet as Chris Corstenoca rushes the far ropes. He rebounds off the ropes,
eyes on the fallen, writhing Stylin’ Kyle Roberts… SPARX STAR PRESS! Stylin’ Kyle THRASHES in the ring, as The Sparx rolls aside and scrambles to his
feet. Kyle, clutching his spine, also shakily rises, but Chis Corstenoca is right there, catching his arm and irish whipping Roberts toward Krenshov…
and the giant ducks down for the BACK BODY DROP! Kyle goes up! Over! And CRASHES to ringside!

JENNY JERSEY: Stylin’ Kyle Roberts has been eliminated!

ROB MARTINEZ: The REBEL crowd is on it’s feet! We’re down to the final two! Kenny “the Colossal” Krenshov! Chris “The Sparx” Corstenoca! One of these two
men gets a Heavyweight Title shot! And I’m not going to lie, folks… the odds are NOT in The Sparx’s favor here!

Chris Corstenoca eyes Krenshov warily as the Colossus retakes his feet. There’s about a three second pause as the giant man eyes Corstenoca, then with a
roar Krenshov charges. He goes for a clothesline, but The Sparx ducks aside! Krenshov crashes into the ropes at full tilt, but catches himself before he
goes over. He turns in time to see Chris Corstenoca careen off of the far ropes and FLY into him at full speed! FLYING LARIAT! The Sparx catches Krenshov
full in the face, and BOTH MEN TOPPLE OVER THE TOP ROPE! But only one man hits the ground.

JENNY JERSEY: Kenny “the Colossal” Krenshov has been eliminated!

Chris “The Sparx” Corstenoca skins the cat one more time.

JENNY JERSEY: So here is your winner… CHRIS! THE SPARX! CORSTENOCA!

ROB MARTINEZ: MY GOD! HE DID IT! In his first match in REBEL Pro Wrestling, Chris “The Sparx” Corstenoca has just earned himself a Heavyweight Title Match!
Corstenoca looks as surprised as anyone, but the REBEL fans are going WILD! The Sparx’s face splits into a grin and he hits a corner turnbuckle, raising
his arms triumphantly, then indicating that very soon, he’ll be wearing a big shiny belt around his waist! He hops down from the turnbuckle, and… CLANG!
The crowd’s cheers turn to angry boos as KENNY KRENSHOV stands over The Sparx’s twitching body, a dented steel chair in hand, glaring down at the smaller
man.

ROB MARTINEZ: What the HELL is Krenshov’s problem? He’s not even a member of the REBEL roster! Talk about a sore loser!

Krenshov drops the chair as Dan McDonald slides into the ring to check on the prone Corstenoca, and climbs out of the ring. He ignores the boos of the fans
as he makes his way to the back, a strangely satisfied look on his face.

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

“Harvester of Sorrow” by Metallica blasts through the speakers and the boos begin.

JENNY JERSEY: Coming to the ring first, he weighs in at 287 pounds and hails from Chicago Illinois…”Big Bad” Brian Bruno!!!

Bruno emerges from the back and makes a beeline for the ring. He stops at ringside and glares at a fan who is holding a homemade sign that reads “Bruno
Killed My Kitten”

“Here comes the Champ” by Jadakiss replaces Metallica on the speakers and the crowd explodes for their hometown boy.

JENNY JERSEY: And introducing the REBEL Heavyweight Champion…He weighs in at 245 pounds and hails from right here in North Carolina….”The One Man Crime
Spree” Rex Caliber!!!

Rex comes out from behind the curtain, the REBEL Heavyweight Title draped over his shoulder.

ROB MARTINEZ: Well, here comes Rex Caliber but his entourage from last week is curiously absent. Maybe they had a bowling tournament or something?

Rex climbs into the ring smirks at Bruno and hands over the championship to the referee. The anticipation is high and there is a big match feel to this
encounter. The referee calls for the bell and the two men lock up in the center of the ring. Bruno quickly rakes the eyes of Caliber and snaps his head
back with a pair of stiff forearm shots. Caliber takes a short arm clothesline that drops him to the mat and rolling to the outside. Bruno is hot on the
heels of the Champion as he slides out of the ring and clubs Caliber with a double sledge to the side of the head. A scoop slam later and Brian Bruno is
standing over the body of the REBEL Heavyweight Champion. As Rex slowly gets to his feet Bruno yells at a fan and is quickly handed a chair. Bruno cracks
the champ across the back with a wicked chair shot and Caliber is down to all fours! Another chair shot to the back and Caliber is flat on his stomach
grimacing in pain!

ROB MARTINEZ: As we saw earlier Bruno has not only a short temper but a ferocious killer instinct! Caliber is going to have to do something drastic to get
himself back in this match!

Bruno spits on the chair and smiles deviously as he waits for Rex to pull himself to his feet. CRACK! The chair smacks across the skull of Caliber and once
more the Champ is down! Bruno looks at the dented chair and hurls it to the floor. Caliber sits up and he’s sporting a gash on his forehead! Blood is pouring
down his face and dripping all over his body and Arena floor. Bruno however could care less such things as he’s reaching under the ring apron for something.
A huge pop goes through the crowd as Bruno finds what he’s looking for…A cheese grater! Rex is up to one knee when Bruno attacks him with the kitchen
implement! He first cracks the cheese grater across the skull of Rex and then while the champ is down he starts to rub the cheese grater into the open
wound of Caliber! Caliber is able to shove Bruno off of him and he looks like a victim from a horror movie. Bruno tosses the bloodstained cheese grater
into the crowd and a small fight breaks out among the fans trying to take home this one of a kind souvenir.

ROB MARTINEZ: If this keeps up it’ll be Brian Bruno facing “The Sparx” at next weeks supershow in Canada!

Bruno picks up the dented chair and measures the bloodied champion. Rex struggles up to his feet and Bruno charges him, chair in hand! A hip toss from the
champion sends Bruno slamming knees first into the ring steps! Bruno is laying on the floor holding his knees as Caliber steps over him and yanks the REBEL
Title away from the timekeeper. Bruno uses the ring to pull himself up and he turns to take a shot to the head by Rex and his championship belt! Rex drops
the belt to the floor and rolls Bruno back into the ring. Inside the ring Bruno is trying to get to his feet but he’s obviously favoring his right leg.
Rex slips into the ring and immediately drops the challenger with a chop block to the injured joint! As Bruno lays on his back Caliber drops not one, not
two but three elbows across the chest of his opponent. Rex tries for a cover but Bruno kicks out after a count of one. Caliber rolls away from Brian and
back to the outside.

ROB MARTINEZ: Rex Caliber is showing the heart of a champion by staying in this thing! He’s a bloody mess and he’s still trying to keep Bruno down!

Outside the ring Rex reaches under the ring apron and pulls out a ladder to a monster pop from the crowd! He places the ladder on the ring apron but Bruno
hits a baseball slide that sends the ladder back into the chest of the champion. Bruno rolls to the outside and lands a big right hand to the head of Caliber.
Bruno picks up the ladder and turns to clobber Rex with it. Rex drops Bruno with a drop toehold and the challenger lands chest first across the ladder!
Rex jumps up and lands with a mushroom stomp on the back of Bruno as he lays on the ladder knocking the wind out of him. The champ drags Bruno off of the
ladder, pulls him up to his feet and hooks him for a suplex. Rex takes him up and instead of taking him up and over his drops him crotch first on the guard
railing! The crowd lets out a moan (as does Bruno) and Caliber picks the ladder up from the floor. Rex slides the ladder into the ring, then turns and
pulls Bruno off of the guard railing. Bruno is shot into the ring and a bloody Rex Caliber climbs in after him.

ROB MARTINEZ: Rex needs to end this quick! With the amount of blood he’s losing he can only keep this pace up for so long!

Rex picks up the ladder and drives it into the leg of Brian Bruno! Another shot to the leg and Bruno is clutching his leg in agony. Caliber drops the ladder
to the mat and grabs the injured leg of Bruno. Caliber drops the ladder to the mat and pulls Bruno up to his feet. Caliber again hooks him for a suplex
but Bruno blocks it! Bruno rakes the eyes of Caliber and then starts to bite the bloody gash on the champions head! Bruno whips the champ into the ropes
and hits a Arn Anderson style spinebuster onto the ladder! Rex rolls across the ring hold his back in pain as Bruno grins maliciously. Bruno picks up the
ladder and props it up against the ring post before going over and pulling Caliber off of the mat. Bruno Irish whips Caliber into the corner and the ladder
and the champion staggers out of the corner…And right into a Sack Exchange from Bruno! He goes in for the cover , one, two, thr..NO!! The champ kicks
out! Bruno looks shocked that Caliber kicked out and pulls a bloody champ to his feet. Bruno shoots Rex into the ropes and AGAIN hits the Sack Exchange!
ROB MARTINEZ: It’s over! It has to be over!

Bruno goes for a cover! One, Two…The referee gets pulled out of the ring! All eyes turn to the man who pulled the referee out of the ring, it’s Mr. Canada!
Bruno rolls out of the ring and drops Mr. Canada with a clothesline! Bruno grabs the referee and throws him back into the ring before rolling in himself!
ROB MARTINEZ: Damn this Mr. Canada crap! Bruno needs to get the pin before anything or anyone else can stick their nose in this match!

Inside the ring Rex is starting to get to his feet and Bruno drops him with a sitout side powerslam! Again he goes for a cover! One, Two, This time it’s
Bruno who is pulled out of the ring! But not by Mr. Canada, but by The Man In Black! Bruno looks momentarily confused as he looks at both Mr. Canada AND
a Man In Black and then the fight is on! Bruno is throwing wild rights and lefts but is brought down by the duo of masked men!

Lights out.

Several flashbulbs pop through the Arena as the darkness seems to last forever.

Lights up.

The crowd EXPLODES as the NAPW Champion Ravager is standing in the ring behind Rex Caliber! Rex looks at Ravager and then sees the melee on the outside.
Ravager and Rex share a smile and both men head for the save! Ravager starts to climb out of the ring when….Rex Caliber hits the NAPW Champion with a
low blow!

ROB MARTINEZ: What the frickin’ Hell?

Rex starts to kick away at Ravager as the fans rain down boos onto the REBEL Champion! The MIB and Mr. Canada throw Bruno into the ring and climb in after
him. A bloodied Caliber grabs Bruno and nails his Planetary Collision! Caliber yells for the referee to count as the MIB and Mr. Canada pummel Ravager.
Reluctantly the referee counts…One, two, three!!

ROB MARTINEZ: Rex Caliber retains the title! But it looks like our champion has sold his soul to keep that belt!

Mr. Canada handcuffs Bruno to the near turnbuckle and joins in on the beat down on Ravager.

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of the match, and still REBEL Heavyweight Champion…REX Caliber!!

Boos fill the Arena as Rex raises his arms in tainted victory. From nowhere Ravager jabs a thumb into the eyes of the Man In Black! Ravager is back on his
feet and drops Mr. Canada with a clothesline! Rex begs off as Ravager looks ready to kill someone. The Man In Black stumbles into the path of Ravager and
the NAPW Champion reaches out and yanks off the mask!

ROB MARTINEZ: Holy shit! Lloyd Rees?

It is indeed “LDK” Lloyd Rees! The fans are stunned, Ravager however simply grabs his longtime foe and hurls him out of the ring. Mr. Canada looks at Rex
and then pulls off his own mask!

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh my God…It’s David Banks! Rex Caliber has aligned himself with the NAPW Tag Champs!

Banks rushes Ravager and the “white collar assassin” side steps him and sends him hurling over the top rope! Now it’s only Rex and Ravager and the REBEL
champion looks less than thrilled. Ravager advances on Rex when…

“WE’RE SCRAPPPED VALENTINES, WE’RE TANGERINE RINDS WE’RE CRIMESCRIMESCRIMESCRIMESCRIMES” hits the sound system!

ROB MARTINEZ: You’ve got to be kidding me!

But it’s true, from behind the curtain we see…Static emerge to the utter shock of everyone in the REBEL Arena! It’s the distraction that Caliber needs
as he attacks Ravager and takes him to the mat with a double leg takedown. Banks and Rees re-enter the ring and help Rex attack both Ravager and the handcuffed
Brian Bruno!

ROB MARTINEZ: What are we seeing here? Is this some kind of Crimes reunion? How do Banks and Rees fit into this?

Static enters the ring and he hands a microphone to a bloodied Rex Caliber.

REX: RAVAGER… Get the Hell off our Lawn show… You remember it?

Static smirks as Ravager is being held by Rees.

REX: Let me refresh your (BLEEP)ing memory. You handcuffed me… you blasted me… and CAUSED A (BLEEP)ING RIOT.

Rex leans in close to Ravager.

REX: Revenge was needed. It ate away at me, that I let you… YOU PIECE OF SHIT… YOU DO THAT TO ME… And I never got even. Eventually things were just
right. I owned NAPW. I became your boss, but was fair. I waited, I planned and now? You will pay for your Crime! NAPW will pay for their Crimes! That piece
of trash over there…

Rex points to Bruno.

REX: They’ll all pay. Say Hello to the new Crimes bitch!

Rex kicks Ravager in the face and backs off. Static has retrieved the REBEL Heavyweight Title and handed it to Rex.

ROB MARTINEZ: This is sickening! All these weeks Rex Caliber has been playing the fans and the boys in the back for fools! It looks like REBEL has a new
stable…A Stable called the Crimes!

We end on the image of Rex Caliber, Static Lloyd Rees and David Banks leaving the ring. Security is having to keep the fans from attacking the new stable
and inside the ring? We see Ravager and Brian Bruno exchange a look. Rex Caliber started a war…Now Ravager and Bruno look to finish it. By any means
necessary.Assman vs Deven Darkeyes vs Mikhail Kharitonov
Caliban vs Al Thoes
Warren vs “Sick” Billy Kryenik
The Foundation vs The Bluegrass Mafia
Open Invitational Battle Royal
Rex Caliber vs Brian Bruno