Don’t Get Mad, Get Even – 08/07/2007

Don’t Get Mad, Get Even
08/07/2007
It’s 6:30 and REBEL has come to Durham, NC! The crowd is steadily filing in and it looks like it could be a sell out. The Bluegrass Mafia and Manny X are
on the merchandise table selling tee shirts & DVDs. The REBEL Tag Champs, The Brat Pack are posing for pictures and signing autographs by the ring. Warren,
Assman & Mr. Berserker are all in the ring, Assman trying to show the Circle K Nordic Connection the “ass wiggle.” Rob Martinez and the ever lovely Jenny
Jersey come out from backstage and happily make small talk with the ringside fans. Security is extra tight tonight due to the Fans Bring The Weapons Match.
A trash can lid makes it in, but the chainsaw doesn’t. Hey even in REBEL you have to draw the line someplace! The place is packed and the crowd is hot!
It’s seven o’ clock…Do you know where your kids are?

They’re in Durham getting ready to watch REBEL action!

“Killing In The Name Of….” By Rage Against The Machine hits and Rob Martinez is in the ring!

ROB MARTINEZ: REBEL has come to Durham!!

Cheap pop, but who cares? Mick Foley does it all the time!

ROB MARTINEZ: Tonight two championships will be on the line, as well as the #1 Contenders Trophy!

The crowd start up a “We want Wrestling!” chant!

ROB MARTINEZ: Okay I get the idea! Let’s get this show started!

Another cheap pop from the crowd! No wonder Rob makes the big bucks.

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“Attack” – 30 Seconds to Mars hits the arena’s speakers. FEAR enters smiling. He strolls to the ring, to an excellent fan reaction.

JENNY JERSEY: The following contest is a Three Way Dance and is the opening contest for REBEL-Pro’s Don’t Get Mad, Get Even Card. Introducing first, weighing
in tonight at 225 pounds. He is FEAR.

Fear rolls into the ring. As he does so “The Imperial March” by John Williams plays, and Jason Cruise begins strolling to the ring with his manager Tony
Mouth. The crowd starts booing and dissing him. He ignores this and focuses on FEAR.

JENNY JERSEY: And introducing his opponent. From Boston. Weighing in at 245 lbs. Followed to the ring by Tony Mouth. He is JASON CRUISE.

As Jason rolls into the ring, Fredrick begins attacking him with a series of stomps. As he does so “Bullet With A Name” by NonPoint hits the arena as the
third competitor in this match comes to the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: And finally. He hails from Richmond, Virginia. MARK KINGSTON.

Seeing the carnage in the ring Kingston sprints to the ring and joins in on the assault on the rookie Cruise. Alan Stone, the referee for the match, calls
for the bell.

ROB MARTINEZ: This match is now underway. All three wrestlers are primed and ready, and the two veterans are already taking it out on the NAPW and REBEL
rookie, Jason Cruise.

The two veterans have finally pulled Jason to his feet, before falling him with a double Vertical Suplex. But before they can do anything else to the as
yet untested REBEL rookie, FEAR starts brawling with Kingston. As they do so, Cruise raises to his feet. Jason charges the two REBEL stars, but gets double
hip tossed over the ropes for his trouble, landing splat on the floor.

FEAR looks over at Cruise, smiling and lets out a snort of pleasure. As he turns he is met with a Super-kick to the point of the jaw. Fredrick falls back
onto the ropes, and is hit with a series of Ric Flair style knife edged chops to the abdomen. With each chop the crowd chants out “WWWWHHHHHOOOOOOOO!”
FEAR feels the pain of each chop, and crumples to the mat. Kingston applies a Camel Clutch, applying pressure to the back.

ROB MARTINEZ: Kingston focusing on the back here with that Camel Clutch.

Kingston keeps the hold applied, applying more and more pressure to the back of Armand-Romano, who screams out in pain. And out of nowhere comes Jason Cruise
with a perfectly executed Missile Dropkick to the face of Mark forcing him to release the hold.

ROB MARTINEZ: That Missile Dropkick took out everyone!

Cruise is the first one to make it to his feet. He observes the two downed men, he decides to take down the injured FEAR and rolls Kingston out of the ring.
Cruise drags FEAR to his feet, and quickly flattens him with a rather effective Tiger Suplex. Jason continues to

work the back of FEAR by rolling him over
and dropping an elbow into the spine. Jason pulls him into a Bow & Arrow hold, pressuring the back. Stone orders Cruise to release the hold. As Cruise
does so, his manager Tony Mouth calls to Stone to come check on Kingston. As Alan does so, Mouth silently moves away, he slides a chair into the ring.
ROB MARTINEZ: Looks like things could get a bit messy, with that chair in the ring. Is this the time that FEAR is going to get Pwnd!?

Indeed it is. FEAR gets to his feet, Cruise whips off the ropes, and hits the running Chair Shot to the head of FEAR. The crowd yells “PWND!” Fredrick falls
down flat. Mark is back to his feet outside the ring, and gets back in to face the chair welding Jason Cruise. Tony Mouth keeps the referee distracted
outside the ring. Again Cruise whips off the ropes, and eats foot as Kingston unleashes his Big Boot. Cruise is meet with the Richmond Lariat. Mark goes
for the pin

One…

Two…

KICKOUT!

ROB MARTINEZ: A quick kickout by the Boston Native. Obviously the make their wrestlers tough out that way.

Kingston gets to his feet, but doesn’t stay there long as he is meet with the steel chair from FEAR. Cruise makes to his feet, but is hit with the chair.
FEAR places the chair under Jason, and ascends the top rope. He takes flight with the Frog Splash, he hooks the leg for the cover.

Unfortunately Alan is still on the outside, in conference with Tony Mouth. FEAR gets to his feet, he heads towards Alan and Tony, and yells out “C’mon ref.
I want to make a pin.” Stone rolls back into the ring, much to Tony’s dismay. FEAR is met with a Cruise Control. Jason takes to the skies with a Air Cruise
moment, as he crashes into the mat. Fredrick managed to roll out of the way, at the last moment. FEAR takes a stand on the top turnbuckle, and as Jason
Cruise rolls onto his back, FEAR unleashes a Frog Splash of his own. He makes the cover. One…Two….Three!

JENNY JERSEY: Jason Cruise has been eliminated by way of pinfall. The contest is now a singles match.

Tony Mouth is irate, as Jason Cruise rolls out of the ring, and hobbles to the back. Mouth is bitching and moaning to Jason about losing this “opportunity”.
Mark Kingston and FEAR both raise to their feet. FEAR gestures to the now cheering crowd. Kingston nods in respect. The two fighters tie up, with Kingston
using his size and weight to whip FEAR to the ropes. Fredrick ducks under a clothesline attempt, and is laid flat with a Spinebuster, focusing on the back
of FEAR. Kingston goes for a cover but FEAR kicks out at two. Kingston pulls FEAR to his feet and hits a gut wrench suplex.

ROB MARTINEZ: Kingston has the definite power edge, while FEAR has the…Weird factor going for him.

Kingston waits for FEAR to get to his feet and then hooks him for an exploder suplex. Elbow to the jaw by FEAR! Jawbreaker from FEAR! He’s on a roll! A
snapmare sends Kingston down to the mat in a seated position. Spingboard leg lariat from Fear! One! Two! Kick out by Kingston! Kingston fights his way
to his feet as FEAR comes off the opposite ropes with a cross body attempt. Kingston catches FEAR in mid air and crushes him with a snap powerslam! Another
cover! One! Two! Fear rolls a shoulder breaking the count!

ROB MARTINEZ: FEAR Is doing his best to hold on against Kingston!

Kingston pulls FEAR off the mat and tries for a suplex. It’s blocked! FEAR drives a knee into the ribs of Kingston and follows up with a modified DDT! FEAR
heads to the nearest turnbuckle and leaps to the top rope. Frog Splash! FEAR hooks the leg!

One!

Two!

Kingston kicks out!

FEAR questions the referee about the count but the man in the zebra shirt stays firm. Kingston is starting to get to his feet when FEAR spins around and
rolls him up for a pin!

One!

Two!

Again Kingston kicks out!

FEAR again goes to the nearest turnbuckle, leaps up to the top like a cat and waits as Kingston gets to his feet. Blockbuster from FEAR! FEAR starts to
go for a cover but stops. All eyes turn to the entrance ramp where Eli Potts is standing. FEAR gets to his feet and starts yelling at Potts to “go to the
back!” Behind FEAR Kingston is back to his feet. Fear turns and takes a big boot to the face that’s followed up by The Richmond Lariat! A cover!

One!

Two!

Three!

ROB MARTINEZ: Damn Eli! He came out here just to distract FEAR and make him lose focus.

JENNY KERSEY: The winner of this match….Mark Kingston!!!

Potts has slipped backstage and Kingston is looking down at FEAR. Kingston offers his hand and he helps FEAR to his feet. The fans clap as the two men shake
hands.

ROB MARTINEZ: Another great win for Kingston! Can anyone stop this guy?

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“I AM THE MAN, BABY, THAT’S WHAT I AM I AM A STRAIGHT SHOOTER WITH A MASTER PLAN…”

With that, Stylin’ Kyle Roberts enters through the curtain, the REBEL Heavyweight championship on his shoulder. He’s dressed to the nines, wearing a light
gray suit with a bright green dress shirt, no tie. His temple is bandaged, but there’s no mistaking the grin of a cat who’s got a canary in his mouth.
ROB MARTINEZ: It was one week ago today that Kyle Roberts managed to break that glass ceiling put in place by Rex Caliber. And you folks are looking at
the first-ever REBEL WORLD Heavyweight champ walking to that ring!

The reaction’s a bit mixed. Sure, people are glad that Rex no longer has the title, but to see Kyle Roberts wear it? Some REBEL rousers aren’t cottoning
to that. Kyle gets into the ring, and is handed a mic.

KYLE ROBERTS: Hello, REBEL! How was your week? Mine was pretty freakin’ good!

Laughter from the crowd.

KYLE ROBERTS: Well, it finally happened. After a match to determine who would compete for the REBEL championship, and after a title match against the big
guy, I finally triumphed. It might have taken me more attempts than I would have liked, but you’re looking at the new champ. Not only that, but winning
this belt in Australia gave me bragging rights at being the first true world champ that REBEL’s seen! And that’s something NAPW didn’t do first!

A cheer from the rousers. Hooray REBEL! Give that snooty NAPW something to cry about!

KYLE ROBERTS: Now, I’m just here to tell you that I will lead REBEL into a new golden age, people! I’m going to give this title honour! I’m not going to
sully the name of this federation by giving you boatloads of run-ins, beatdowns, and shenanigans. I’m going to defend this title by beating my opponents
in the middle of the ring, by Fusion or Beartamer, whatever keeps my opponent down! I’m going to be a fighting champion! You’re not going to see me turning
into a jackass of the highest Caliber!

And, as such, next week, at Criminal Intentions, I will have my first title defense against the man know as Murcielago. And after that? I go to Japan to
give this title more press and prestige than it’s ever seen before!

So what does this mean for the Commonwealth? Kyle Roberts, Bobby O’Brady, Miranda? We’ll be staying together, of course. Just because there’s a no-rematch
clause signed by both me and Rex Caliber, I don’t think I’ve seen the last of him. Have you seen his online promos? He’s gone cookoo for Cocoa Puffs! If
he can’t go for the title, I’m sure I’ll see some Crimes member yelling for their shot. You know what? Bring it, bitches. I don’t care if it’s Rees, Cash,
or both members of the Foundation! With last week’s match in Onslow, we’ve seen the Crimes lose the last of their precious titles! They’re down to a shell
of their former selves! And I know that a man without a title is a hungry, hungry hippo. It’s in my best interests to keep the Commonwealth alive and healthy.
What kind of man would I be if I dropped the people who helped me get to where I am?

A noticeable “Bruce the Beast!” chant is heard. Kyle points in the direction of the chant.

KYLE ROBERTS: Touche. But I’m not the man I was back in NAPW. Hell, I’m not the man I was eight days ago! I’m Kyle Roberts, and I’m YOUR REBEL world champ!
And if you’re not down with that, get to steppin’!

With that, Kyle slides out of the ring and walks back up the ramp to the curtain, as some fans pat his back on the way up.

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Back to the ring, two teams have already made their entrances. The fans are busy heading to the concession booth, buying t-shirts or going outside for
a smoke, and nobody’s rushing back in for a few unknowns…

JENNY JERSEY: The following match-up is a special REBEL Pro try-out match-up! Introducing first at a total combined weight of 421 pounds… the team of
Ricky and Randy, the Rest and Relaxation crew! And their opponents, weighing in at a combined 571 pounds… the team of Super Wild Immortal-Man and Desert
Scorpion, collectively known as The Freedom Rainbow Warriors!

Ricky of the R&R Crew starts things off with Super Wild Immortal-Man. Ricky, clad in his baggy jam shorts over his First Wrestling Singlet™ and flip-flops
combo ,tries to lead the crowd in a clap. Which gets a half-hearted response. Randy shouts out some encouragement as Ricky steps in to lock up with the
wild, dreadlocked creepy looking Super Wild Immortal-Man. Super Wild Immortal-Man easily overpowers Ricky and shoves the man to the corner, then sneers
at the crowd. A few scattered boos and chuckles meet his attempt at heat.

ROB MARTINEZ: Two up-and-coming young teams in the Carolinas here tonight, competing to show the REBEL brass that they deserve a roster spot! They’re sure
having a hard time with this tough REBEL crowd, though. Super Wild Immortal-Man with the strength advantage sends Ricky to the ropes!

Ricky ducks the lariat and rebounds, leapfrogging SUPER WILD IMMORTAL-MAN. Rebound again, this time Ricky ducks beneath Super Wild Immortal-Man’s legs.
Dropkick to the chest of Super Wild Immortal-Man! Another one! Ricky has the big man teetering, tags in Randy! Double drop-kicks by the Rest and Relaxation
Crew send Super Wild Immoral Man into his corner, where he tags in partner Desert Scorpion. Soldier comes in, met with a rush by both members of the Crew.
They send him to the ropes — Desert Scorpion kills both guys dead with a double clothesline! He picks up Randy for a powerbomb, Ricky hits him in the
back! Here comes Super Wild Immortal-Man back into the ring!

ROB MARTINEZ: Katey, bar the door, it’s a pier-six brawl here! Referee is losing all control, but hold the phone, somebody is coming through the crowd!
That’s Tommy Deathrow and Jake Phoenix, what are they doing here?

The crowd suddenly responds BIG-TIME. Randy looks around, thinking it was in appreciation of his DDT on Desert Scorpion… only too late does he realize
Jake Phoenix’s size 17 boot is coming straight for his face. The referee calls for the bell and throws this out as Tommy Deathrow throws wild punches every
which way using his right hand – in his left he’s got a bottle of Jack Daniels.

ROB MARTINEZ: The NAPW tag team champions are laying waste to these young teams, oh my gosh! Jake Phoenix has poor little Randy up, TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER!
Good God, somebody call the ambulance!

Deathrow suddenly has his hand in his pants. Desert Scorpion tires to get a shot, but he’s met with the same hand Tommy just had down adjusting his sweaty
sack… right in his face. It’s the Sweaty Ball Claw… Tommy takes the moment to take big swig of ol’ whiskey and then mists it right into Desert Scorpion’s
face. Here comes Super Wild Immortal-Man

SMASH

Bottle of Jack shatters over the forehead, Super Wild Immortal-Man is down. Deathrow suddenly licks some of the tasty tasty JD off of Scorpion’s face, and
then… He boots Scorpion in the nads, then with one quick stump-pulling motion hits a DEATHROW DRIVER. Now he’s got Ricky DEATHROW DRIVER! And oh my gosh,
Jake Phoenix has the busted open 300 pound Super Wild Immortal-Man… gets the big man up for a Tombstone Piledriver! There are bodies stacking up in the
ring, here comes security! Tombstone! Deathrow Driver! Tombstone! Deathrow Driver! Referee Jimmy Johnston is out as are several security guards as Jake
Phoenix grabs Randy once more, Deathrow grabs Ricky, Stereo Piledrivers! The crowd is roaring, some booing, a lot cheering — this is more entertaining
than some try-out match.

ROB MARTINEZ: You’d think the crowd would feel bad for these poor kids, but go figure. Phoenix and Deathrow are handing out piledrivers like candy, oh hold
on, Jake Phoenix has a microphone.

Jake gets on the mic while Tommy hits the front row, grabbing beers from fans and slamming them back.

PHOENIX: Well, well, so this is what you boys in REBEL have for us, huh? ‘Case you morons aren’t aware, me and Deathrow here – we’re the NAPW tag team champions.
We’ve beaten all the bitches they’ve thrown in front of us, one on one, two on two, doesn’t (BLEEP) matter, we’ve beaten ‘em! And we’re (BLEEP) BORED!
Deathrow grabs a chair and takes a seat in the front row, kicking his legs up on the guardrail while drinking the beer.

PHOENIX: We’ve beaten all the teams up there there is for us to beat – hell, they’re tossin’ three guys at us just to give us a challenge, and that’s why
we’re here – we want a challenge, and we’re givin’ one out, too! This message goes right out to the Bitch Pack and the Foundation!

ROB MARTINEZ: Strong words from Jake Phoenix here! Did he just offer to put the NAPW tag titles on the line right here in REBEL?

PHOENIX: Lemme make it clear – Bitch Pack, Foundation, whichever of you get outta that cage alive – we want you, and we want the REBEL tag team titles!
Anytime, anywhere, here in NAPW, here in REBEL, doesn’t (BLEEP) matter – you come to us, boys, or we’ll come to you!

Phoenix throws the microphone down and looks to leave the ring. Wait a minute. Super Wild Immortal-Man is trying to get to his feet. Jake smirks, ugly-like,
then grabs a handful of stupid dreadlocks and yanks the man up, then upside down, then

Tombstone!

Jake heads out and grabs a couple beers himself. Tommy is shouting out various incoherent slurs and high-fiving fans around him. All that’s left behind
is carnage, but the REBEL fans are stoked over what they have just seen.

ROB MARTINEZ: The NAPW tag champions laying challenges and laying out men like thai school-girls! Who’s going to step up from the REBEL roster for a tag
title shot? And what else is going to happen tonight?

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When the Lights Go Out blairs over the shoddy PA system, and the crowd immediately errupts into a chorus of boos for one of the most internationaly hated
men.

JENNY JERSEY: The following contest is scheduled for one-fall, and it is for the Number One Contenders Trophy! Introducing first, weighing at 247 pounds,
hailing from Wabana, Bell Island, Newfoundland, he is L! D! K!, Lloyd Rees!

The hate from the crowd increases as New Crimes member, LDK, makes appears from the back clutching his trophy. He hesitantly gets in the ring, looking over
the crowd as they throw their insults. LDK kisses the trophy before handing it over to the referee.

ROB MARTINEZ: As expected, LDK isn’t getting any love from the crowd tonight. He still has that weird look that he’s had for quite awhile now, it’s like
there’s just something unsettling inside that man.

JENNY JERSEY: And the challenger…

The Wretched by Nine Inch Nails plays, and a slight pop comes from the crowd, but the rest of the crowd goes silent anticipating the arrival of one of the
largest men in Rebel Pro Wrestling.

JENNY JERSEY: Being accompanied to the ring by Miranda, weighing in at 350 pounds, he is from the Amazon Basin…. this is CALIBAN!

Caliban tears through the back, looking pissed, but doesn’t he always? Miranda is six paces behind the behemoth as he stomps to the ring.

LDK swallows hard,
looking rather nervous. Caliban grabs the top rope from the ring floor, and pulls himself up onto the apron. As he steps one leg over the top rope LDK
charges, unleashing fist after fist on the big man, who is caught up in an awkward position.

ROB MARTINEZ: There’s the bell, and LDK is trying to get in any sort of advantage he can muster, but those punches don’t seem to be doing much.

Caliban grabs LDK by the forehead, and pushes him back halfway accross the ring, with LDK landing flat on his back. The big man gets all the way in the
ring, and LDK is up charging him again, this time with a running forearm and punches to the face. Caliban wraps both of his hands around LDK’s throat,
and hoists him high in the air. LDK struggles to get free, but his face begins to go red as his oxygen is cut off. As LDK’s body starts to lose its fight,
he throws a last ditch effort knee that catches Caliban where his nose should be under his mask. Caliban drops LDK, grabbing his face. It doesn’t take
Caliban long to recover, and he takes a swing at the fish-sucker, but LDK ducks and rolls out of the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: LDK is catching a breather already. That choke-hold took a lot out of him.

Caliban reaches over the top rope, grabbing a fist full of Rees’ hair, and pull him up when CLANK!

ROB MARTINEZ: Rees has a chair! And he just blasted Caliban on the top of his skull!

Caliban lets go and staggers back, almost unphased. LDK slides in the ring with his chair and unloads with a fury of chair shots. Each one only seems to
temporarily stagger the big man, as Rees desperately attempts to hit harder and harder. Finally LDK bounces off the ropes and comes in hard with a big
Hail-Marry-Pass, with a running chair shot right on the nogon of Caliban. The one tips the big guy a bit, but he’s still on his feet! LDK goes off the
opposite side of the ropes, running back and jamming the chair behind Caliban’s knee!

ROB MARTINEZ: Caliban is down to a knee! Rees is on a roll, but the fans aren’t giving him any love for this! None at all!

LDK looks around for an oppening, and finds himself climbing to the top turnbuckle with the chair in hand. As Caliban brings himself back up to both feet,
LDK comes crashing down HARD!

ROB MARTINEZ: HOLY SHIT! The chair is wrapped around Caliban’s head and neck! The big man is on his hands and knees!

Rees begins kicking the big man in the ribs, and stomping on his head, looking for anyway to get the big man down for the count. Miranda screams from the
outside, yelling at the referee to do something, but in Rebel, nothing can be done.

ROB MARTINEZ: What’s this? The crowd is cheering… but not for Rees! It’s Casino! Casino just came through the crowd, he’s got a baseball bat, and LDK
doesn’t see him!

Casino points to the rafters from behind LDK, like all the greats signaling for that home run. He gets in the stance, even pretending to kick the dirt from
the imaginary plate. Casino chokes up on the bat a bit, then SMASHES the bat into LDK’s back! The bat breaks in two with splinters flying everywhere. Rees
instantly goes limp, clutching his back while laying on the ground. Caliban begins to get up, chair still wrapped around his neck. For once Casino acknowledges
the crowd, tipping his imaginary baseball cap… but Caliban obviously isn’t a baseball fan.

ROB MARTINEZ: Caliban has Casino by the back of the neck! He’s got him at least ten feet in the air! HEART OF DARKNESS! Casino is out cold, and now that
monster has turned his attention back to Rees! I don’t think he realizes that he has a steel chair folded around his neck!

LDK is laying on the ground, stomach first, clutching his back with one arm. Caliban slaps one hand on the back of his neck, and lifts him from the ground,
up into the air.

ROB MARTINEZ: The strength on this man is not human! Another HEART OF DARKNESS!

Caliban drops to his knees, flips LDK over onto his back, and stiff arms a cross-face pin. The referee counts an easy three.

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of this match by pinfall, and NEW Number One Contenders Trophy holder, CALIBAN!

Miranda comes into the ring all smiles, holding the trophy. Caliban stands up, yelling something inaudible. The duo leaves, without Caliban ever taking
off that damn chair. Casino begins to stir, and slowly gets up to his feet. He sees Rees laying on the ground, almost lifeless, and spits on him. Trainers
and referees comes out to tend to Rees and to prevent Casino from going any further with this assault.

ROB MARTINEZ: LDK isn’t moving, and Casino is leaving with a smile! We may need a stretcher out here! That baseball bat shot was brutal!

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JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall, and it is the FANS BRING THE WEAPONS MATCH!!

A huge pop, as fans start waving whatever plunder they’ve brought.

The brooding opening strains of AFI’s Miseria Cantere play, bringing out the first competitor.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at two hundred and thirty two pounds, Manny X!

ROB MARTINEZ: Manny X looking to avenge his loss at 5150. He’s looking good considering when we last saw him he was being driven neck first onto a chair!
But the fans are appreciating his resolve. That and because of him they get to bring weapons tonight. … Did someone seriously bring the bumper from his
car?

Indeed, Manny seems to smirk (only a bit) at some of the weapons he’s seeing. But then Grotens Barn plays, and there is no time for levity…

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent, from Finland, weighing in at three hundred and twenty pounds! He is accompanied by Ian Smith. He is MR. BERSERKER!

Mr. Berserker doesn’t wait for any fan appreciation. He races to the ring, where Manny is waiting! Berserker dives under the ropes, and Manny hits a double
stomp! Trying to keep the big man down, Manny drops an elbow to the back of Berserker’s head, then drives a knee down across his neck! Ian Smith is yelling
at Berserker to get to his feet, But Manny is not letting his opponent have a moment’s peace. Finally Berserker manages to push Manny off, and gets to
his knees, but Manny comes back with a roaring elbow.. NO! Berserker catches Manny by the throat, and tosses him over the top rope! Berserker follows!
And Ian Smith has grabbed the first weapon from the fans!

ROB MARTINEZ: Ian Smith hands Berserker… oh the humanity! Some poor bastard’s Star Trek collector plates!

Crash! The first plate is broken over Manny’s head! (a shout of “OPA” is heard) Crash! Another plate! Crash! One more! Berserker takes a broken plate and
starts to dig at the forehead of Manny, who flails as he tries to get away. A trickle of blood flows down Manny’s forehead, and now Berserker bites down,
starting even more crimson to pour! A boot to the gut stops the biting, and a stiff European uppercut sends Berserker back a few feet. Enough time for
Manny to get a weapon… ah yes, he grabs the bumper he saw earlier, and swings for the fences! He connects! Berserker is knocked into the guard rail!
Manny drives the end of the bumper into Berserker’s gut , then smacks it into his jaw! And we see some blood on Berserker’s face now! Manny with a dropkick,
but it’s not enough to send Berserker over the railing! He hits a hard forearm, but still Berserker won’t be sent over. Manny takes a step back and

ROARING ELBOW! Berserker is knocked into the crowd! Manny climbs over the rail and pursues, grabbing a tire iron from a fan along the way.

SMACK!

Right across the back. Berserker doesn’t go down.

SMACK!

Another shot! Berserker stumbles, but doesn’t go down.

SMACK!!

Manny with all his might, Berserker finally goes to one knee. And now Manny digging the end of the iron into Berserker’s forehead! The blood pours out,
leaving both men with crimson masks! Manny swings with the tire iron, trying to take Berserker’s head off, but Berserker ducks, and is handed…

ROB MARTINEZ: MY GOD! Mr. Berserker just plowed Manny in the face with a VCR! Manny is down! And Berserker goes for the cover! But this isn’t falls count
anywhere!

Ian Smith tries to let his charge know that the match has to end in the ring. Berserker grabs Manny by the hair and drags him up, and back to the ring.
Manny is tossed over the railing, hitting the floor with a thud. Berserker climbs over the rail and goes after Manny, who has crawled to the opposite guard
rail, where a fan has handed him something. Berserker grabs Manny by the shoulder and whips him around..

KA CHUNK

and gets stapled on his forehead! Manny X with a staple gun now, gets Berserker in a head lock and starts stapling Berserker’s forehead! Berserker yells,
picks up Manny and tosses him over the top rope back into the ring! Yelling like a wild man, Berserker climbs back in, but not before he’s handed a weapon
from Ian…

ROB MARTINEZ: A CZW favorite here folks! A Culligan water jug with thumb tacks glued to it! How did that get past security?

Manny probably wonders the same thing as the hard plastic bottle is brought down across his back, leaving behind numerous tacks. Manny yells in pain as
Berserker brings it down again and again, and now Manny’s back is bloody as well! Berserker discards the jug, and brings an overhand punch down across
Manny’s skull, driving him to the mat! A cover! Dale McDonald makes the count!

One!

Two!

Manny kicks out! Ian Smith is beside himself! Berserker is just mad.. Because. He goes to his manager and is handed a computer keyboard. He raises it up
to smash Manny with it, but Manny manages to roll out of the way! He chop blocks Berserker! Berserker drops the keyboard, and now Manny has it and

SMACK!

Keys fly everywhere, the board is destroyed, and Berserker is down! Manny covers!

One!

Two!

Berserker’s turn to kick out! Manny looks frustrated, and looks to the crowd. And sees something he likes. Manny out of the ring…

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh no…

It’s a goalie stick.

Okay. Nothing to bad there.

Except the shaft has a light tube taped to it. And the stick blade has light bulbs glued to it.

This is going to be messy.

Manny winds up with the stick, and goes for a slap shot across Berserker’s back…

CRASH!

It takes a fair bit to break light bulbs. And three of them just shattered across Mr. Berserker’s back. Shards of glass are everywhere, and blood is now
coming out of Berserker’s shoulder’s and neck. Manny goes to cross check Berserker with the light tube, but Berserker with a kick to the gut, and a double
handed choke slam! Manny driven down to the mat, Berserker with the cover!

One!!

Two!!

Thr- MANNY KICKS OUT!

No arguing here, Berserker grabs the light tube and clubs Manny across the neck with it! Glass and blood covers the ring, and the fans are loving every
second of it! Berserker drags Manny up, and looks to go for another chokeslam..

Manny gets a boot to the gut and goes for…

ROB MARTINEZ: He can’t do it! Even if he hadn’t lost all that blood!…

MANNY X WITH AN EXPLODER SUPLEX!

BERSERKER CRASHES DOWN ONTO THE BROKEN GLASS!

ROB MARTINEZ: Strength and desperation pay off for Manny X! But does he have enough to make the cover?

Both men are down. Manny slowly crawls over to his fallen opponent. He finally drapes an arm over Mr. Berserker. McDonald counts…

ONE!

TWO!!

THRE- BERSERKER GETS THE SHOULDER UP!!!

Manny is too exhausted to argue. He slides out of the ring and goes to get a weapon. A fan hands him a toaster covered in barbed wire. Overkill? Maybe,
but at this point who cares. Ian Smith has retrieved a weapon of his own, which he gives to Berserker. Manny lines up the rising Berserker, and charges,
raising the toaster high..

BERSERKER TURNS AND SLAPS ON THE VALHALLA VICE!

ROB MARTINEZ: That Vice is bad enough at the best of times!

Indeed, for Ian had handed Berserker a glove.

Wrapped in barbed wire.

Manny desperately tries to fight out of the hold, but even under normal circumstances this move is deadly, let alone adding barbed wire to the mix! Dale
McDonald checks for the submission! Manny fights hard, but after what seems like an eternity, McDonald calls for the bell.

JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner! MR. BERSERKER!!

ROB MARTINEZ: Manny fought with everything he had, but there isn’t a man alive who could have withstood that hold!

Trainers and officials tend to both men, as the fans give the competitors a standing ovation…

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ROB MARTINEZ: This next match, ladies and gentlemen, should be an instant classic. Rex Caliber, the owner of NAPW and the leader of the Crimes, will take
on the NAPW Provincial Champion Stone Zellor. This grudge match could perhaps serve as a prelude to the impending Cage of Death match that will spell the
end of either the Crimes or the brave wrestlers who have assembled to rid them of New Alberta Pro Wrestling for good. But tonight it’s Rex Caliber and
Stone Zellor one-on-one for the first time. Need I say more?

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, wrestling out of New Alberta Pro Wrestling. He is the reining NAPW Provincial Champion, and he weighed in tonight at one
hundred and seventy-one pounds.

Gabin’s “Bang Bang to the Rock and Roll” hits and the pop in Carolina is deafening! Here comes Stone Zellor, Provincial Championship strapped around his
waist. He stops at the top of the entry ramp and breakdances to the delight of the crowd.

ROB MARTINEZ: This kid is truly loved anywhere he goes. If you want to talk about the hottest rising stars on the independent circuit, I don’t think you
can get away with NOT mentioning Stone Zellor.

Stone climbs into the ring and hands the Provincial strap – which is NOT on the line in this grudge match – to referee Dale McDonald. He turns to face the
entrance, awaiting his opponent.

“The Champ is here! The Champ is here!”

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent. He is the former REBEL-Pro WORLD Heavyweight Champion, and the owner of New Alberta Pro Wrestling. He is the leader of the
Crimes, he is REEEEXXX CAAAAAAAAAALIIBERRRRRRR!

ROB MARTINEZ: That’s not “Moose”, or “Bruce” they’re saying folks. Rex Caliber just might be the most hated man in his home state. With losing his Rebel-Pro
Championship to the newly crowned WORLD Heavyweight Champion Kyle Roberts still fresh in his mind, Rex should be in an even worse mood than usual.

But, as Rex Caliber walks down to the ring – minus Static, surprisingly – he doesn’t look the least bit upset. In fact, he looks jovial. He reaches out
to smack high five with the fans, but they pull away in disgust and shout various obscenities at him. How…fitting.

ROB MARTINEZ: You’re not going to believe this one folks, but it looks like Rex is…working the crowd?

Rex gets into the ring and offers his hand to Stone. Stone looks at it, uncertain of what to do. The crowd doesn’t want him to take it and let him know.
He shakes his head and tells the referee to ring the damn bell. He does, and it’s ON!

Bam! Stone with a kick to the gut. Rex fires right back with a hard forearm to the face. He follows up with two more, and then rips off two quick jabs that
connect right around the jawline. He fires a hook, but it’s blocked by Stone who hits a counter punch to the side of the head. CHOP! WOOOOOO! CHOP! WOOOOOOO!
CHOP! WOOOOOOOOO! And a SLAP right in Rex’s face! Rex wipes his mouth. He smirks…and lashes out with an unexpected headbutt! Stone stumbles back and
Rex clotheslines him to the mat. He goes to mount Zellor to get in some deadly ground strikes, but Stone grabs the nearby bottom rope to back him off.
McDonald orders the break but also orders Stone and Caliber to get up and return to their corners. Stone might want to rethink his strategy if he’s really
thinking about going strike for strike with the larger, stronger Rex Caliber. They circle each other a few times, Stone with his hands up in a guard position.
The lock up a collar and elbow tie-up and jockey for position a bit. Rex shoves him off and chops him once before grabbing him again in a tie-up. Now,
it’s Stone who shows off some strength by shoving Rex off and chopping HIM. Not bad for a small guy with a bum shoulder, huh? Rex fires back with an overhand
chop! Stone with an backhand chop right back. Rex chops! Stone Chops! Rex! Stone! Rex! Stone! Rex! Stone! Rex Stone Rex Stone Rex Stone Rex Stone Rex Stone
Rex Stone Rex Stone Rex Stone Rex Stone Rex StoneREXSTONEREXSTONEREX! The fans are going wild, they’re chopping the hell out of each other! Both men stumble
away from center ring, clutching their chests in pain. Biiiig pop from the crowd. Rex turns about face and grabs stone from behind, hitting a backdrop
suplex. Rex is right up, and he scoops up his opponent and whips him into the ropes – Stone slides under his legs and winds up behind him. Rex spins and
eats a dropkick to the face. Stone goes off the ropes and tries a senton splash, only for Rex to move out of the way. They get up at the same time, but
Rex is the first to draw and clubs him over the back. Stone doubles over, and Rex wastes no time driving a stiff knee right to the face that knocks Stone
for a loop. Rex picks him right off the canvas and bodyslams him – no, Stone slides off the back and hits a Side Russian Legsweep. Stone gets to his feet,
favoring his shoulder, and takes a few jabs from Rex – spinning heel kick by the Provincial Champion! It takes Rex right off his feet! Stone puts the boots
to him, trying to keep him on the mat where Stone has the size advantage. Those are some stiff kicks the head and chest area, but Rex is just too strong
to keep down for long. He gets up amidst the barrage and hits a huge forearm shot that sends Stone into the ropes – clothesline over the top! Rex stands
tall in the ring, looking down at his fallen enemy…and he starts to play to the crowd again!

ROB MARTINEZ: Is Rex Caliber delusional? I swear, it’s as if he doesn’t recall that these hate his guts, and with good reason!

Rex doesn’t follow after Stone. What’s gotten into Rex Caliber? Since when does he pass up on the opportunity to deliver some punishment on a weakened opponent?
He waits as Stone starts to get up. Stone gets to his feet, and Rex is still waiting. Finally, Stone gets back in and Rex immediately pounces, stomping
on him relentlessly. He grabs the legs and starts to cinch in the Nexus Cloverleaf. Stone’s fighting it hard, but Rex gets him turned over and it’s locked
in tight. Stone’s not far from the ropes, but certainly not close either. McDonald is down in his face, asking him if he wants to submit. Stone shakes
his head no, but the hold is really wearing him down. He reaches forward…maybe slides up a few inches closer to the ropes. But the hold is still in.
The pain is still there, searing up and down his legs all the way to his back. If Rex keeps it on for too much longer Stone will be left without a choice.
The kid’s certainly got heart. He reaches out more, and forces Rex to take a few steps back to avoid having the move reversed. The ropes are within reach
- Stone grabs the bottom rope, and the crowd roars it’s approval! McDonald orders the immediate break! Rex lets go, but goes right to stomping on the back
and injured shoulder of Stone Zellor. Knee drop on the very same shoulder, and Stone reels back in pain. Rex scoops him up and tosses him into the ring
post – but Stone gets his hands up! That could have possibly destroyed his shoulder for good! Stone turns around, only to get kicked in the gut and blasted
with a high cradle suplex. Rex covers! ONE!…TWOOO!…Kickout! Stone rolls over to his side, trying to get up as Rex talks that count over with the referee.
Rex sees Zellor getting to his feet and positions himself directly behind him. Stone gets up on solid ground, and then sent sailing backwards in what could
only be called a Release German TAZPlex (high n’ tight, baby). Stone’s flattened like a pancake. Rex is on fire. This does not look good for Stone-Z! STOMP!
STOMP! STOMP! Heavy boots to the back as Stone rises to his feet. Rex gives him some space to get up, and tries again to clothesline him over the top.
Back body drop! Rex goes sailing out of the ring as Stone collapses in a heap! Both men lie for a while, but this is REBEL baby and there’s no DQ’s, Countouts,
OR bullshit. Dale McDonald just waits for them to rise up, and eventually both men are on their feet. Rex crawls back in, holding the small of his back.
Rex is also to his feet, favoring the shoulder. Stone with a kick to the stomach – SLAMMMYYYY TIIIIIIMEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

ROB MARTINEZ: Whoa nellie! Where’d he pull that one out from?

The crowd goes BANANA! Both men lie, Stone on his back and Rex on his stomach. Neither moves. The crowd stomps, claps, cheers, everything they can think
of to get Stone to roll over and make the pin. He stirs…but Rex is stirring too, and he uses the ropes to finally get up and avoid the three count. Rex
is on his feet, but on spaghetti legs. And Stone? He’s got a second win, baby! JAB JAB! Two to the gut. JAB JAB! Two to the chest! JAB JAB! Two to the
FACE. Stone busts out a perfect ROBOT. BAM! A huge overhand right sends the NAPW Owner back into the corner. Stone with a series of rights and lefts in
the corner, fighting through the pain with the heart of a champion! Look at this man go! He’s like a machine! Rex crumbles to the mat, sitting upright
in the corner. Stone looks around to the crowd, who are still on their feet and have been for some time. He backs up a few steps.

DX Crotch Chop?

A DX CROTCH CHOP!

BRONCOOOOOO BUSSSSTAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!

ROB MARTINEZ: And there goes the roof!

The ultimate in embarrassment for Rex Caliber as Stone hits the ca. 1998 maneuver. Rex gets up, shakes off the cobwebs – and gets planted with a dropkick!
He pops up again, and Stone arm drags him back towards center ring. Rex is back up, disoriented, and doesn’t see Stone head to the top rope. He flies off
with a crossbody – CAUGHT and drilled with a single arm powerslam! Rex covers! ONE! TWO! THR-KICKOUT! That gets them back on square one, wouldn’t you say?
Rex gets up, grunting and gasping for breath. He scoops Stone up and drives him down hard with a suplex powerslam. He covers, but two and a half is all
he can get. He doesn’t complain to McDonald this time, oh no. He just gets on top of Stone Zellor and starts pounding him in the face with hard right hands.
Rex gets up and lets the crowd know it’s over. He grabs a hold of Stone’s arms. Oh no. Rings of Rex. The injured shoulder…Stone’s eyes tell a story of
pain that most men will never know.

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh my, this is not good! This is not good at all, Stone Zellor’s injured shoulder is being yanked right out of the socket! Rex is going to
end Stone’s career here tonight!

Stone doesn’t scream out. He doesn’t cry, even though that would be understandable for a man in the pain he’s experiencing. He puts his head down and grunts,
and fights off the pain like a MAN. Rex is behind him, yelling for him to tap out or “I’ll rip your damn arms off”. He’s pulling. Tearing. Ripping that
shoulder to shreds. Dale McDonald again gets down and asks Stone that all-important question. “Do you submit?” No answer. “Stone! Stone Zellor! Do you
submit?” No response from Zellor. He’s in the middle of the ring. There’s nowhere to go – only one way to escape the pain.

Stone looks up at Dale McDonald, but doesn’t hear his question.

Instead he back headbutts Rex Caliber! Rex is startled and lets go!

ROB MARTINEZ: Stone escaped! Stone escaped! HOW? HOW DID HE DO IT?!?! What heart, what desire!

Stone shoots up, running on pure adrenalin. Rex is up and he just stares at Zellor, who’s got his fists up and is begging for Rex to bring some more! “Are
you insane?” BAM! Rex hits a right hand, and Stone staggers back. He’s still on his feet. Rex throws another – he ducks under! Small package! ONE TWO THR-NO!
The crowd groans, Stone almost took that one right out from under Rex. Rex and Stone both get right up, and Stone is fighting with one arm! Punch for punch,
he battles Rex – but the One Man Crimes Spree is just too strong. Too powerful. A HUGE right hand floors Zellor. Rex isn’t playing games, he wants to end
this before Stone gets ANOTHER second wind. He whips the gutsy kid to the corner. He sets him up for Total Annihilation.

And delivers.

NO!

STONE SLIDES OFF HIS BACK! ROLL UP!

ONE!

TWO!

THRE-KICKOUT!

Rex jumps back up, almost in shock. That’s twice now! Stone is up as well, he’s still got just one arm to fight with. Stone with a kick to the gut. PIMP
SLAP! Rex spins around from the impact and Stone drills him with a superkick! Rex doesn’t go down – STONE WITH A SINGLE ARMED DIAMOND CUTTER!

ONE!

TWO!

THREEEEEEE!!!!!

ROB MARTINEZ: Stone Zellor has done the impossible! He’s beaten Rex Caliber! He did it!

JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner – STONE ZEEEEEELOOOOOORRRRR!!!

Stone rolls out of the ring and Caliber uses the ring ropes to pull himself to his feet. He staggers over to Jenny Jersey and takes the microphone from
her.

REX CALIBER: I just want, I just want to THANK everyone who cheered me onto victory tonight!

ROB MARTINEZ: Huh?

REX CALIBER: You fans are great! Thank you!

Caliber drops the mic and rolls out of the ring as the fans look utterly confused.

ROB MARTINEZ: Well….That was…Yeah moving on…

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JENNY JERSEY: The following match is set for one fall to a finish, AND is for the REBEL CAROLINA’S CHAMPIONSHIP!

ROB MARTINEZ: Al Thoes gets his first shot at a singles title in REBEL. He has apparently made his decision, and maybe might find it out tonight. Dio Muerte
is hoping to retain his belt and cement himself as the best Carolina’s champion thus far. Al has said that he will go “hardcore” to win, and Dio is no
doubt willing to street fight with the best of them. Should be a fantastic contest.

“I’m Movin’ On” begins to play and Al is thoroughly booed. He doesn’t seem to care, and is all business tonight. He enters the ring, and Jimmy Johnson gives
him some prematch instructions, which are basically, “I count the pins.”

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing the challenger. He weighed in at two hundred and ninety two pounds. He is fighting out of Glasgow, Scotland. He is “THE SCOTTISH
WRECKING MACHINE” AL THOES!

Gangstarr’s song “Battle” begins to play and the fans go crazy for the Carolina’s champion. Dio walks out wearing the belt, bat in hand, and walks to the
ring. He places the bat in his corner, and the motions to the fans that he will “Beat Al’s Ass.” He hands the ref, Jimmy Johnson, the title belt. Jimmy
Johnson holds it up to show the fans and Al Thoes.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent. He weighed in at two hundred twenty seven pounds. He is fighting out of Hollywood, Florida, and he is the current reigning
and defending REBEL CAROLINA’S CHAMPION… DIO MUERTE!

The bell sounds and the match is underway. Dio and Al exchange glares, and Al goes to the outside. He grabs a chair, as Dio quickly grabs his bat. Al enters
the ring and they circle each other slowly. Al tells Dio to bring it. Dio tells him to “Eat Bat and Die.” Al charges Dio and the bat nails the chair. They
swing again, and again clash chair with bat. They drop them and Dio kicks Al in the stomach. He bounces off the ropes with a scissors kick, but is interrupted
by a major ROTATING POWERSLAM! Al quickly covers Dio, who kicks out at one and a half.

ROB MARTINEZ: Al with a beautiful counter to the scissors kick. But no pin yet.

Al gets to his feet and allows Dio to rise as well. Al Thoes charges with a clothesline, and Dio quickly counters, ducking it and applying a crucifix pin…
One, Two, Thoes kicks out. Dio gets up quickly, kicking the still downed Thoes in the back of the head. He fires off with a right hand as well. Dio grabs
the chair that Al brought into the ring. Dio raises it high above his head, and PUNCH TO THE TESTICLES OF DIO. Al stops the devastating blow, and gets
to both feet, Dio is double over in pain. Al quickly grabs Dio, placing him in the Powerbomb/Pile Driver position. He lifts Dio up for a powerbomb, and
gets nailed in the forehead. Did I mention that Dio Muerte held onto the chair… cause he DID! Al falls backwards, as Dio throws away the chair and begins
dropping rights and lefts on Al.

ROB MARTINEZ: What a counter to that power bomb attempt. Dio is really becoming an innovative wrestler. He is much more diverse than the street fighter
he was when he started in NAPW.

Dio drops a leg over the throat of Al. He covers, and only gets a one count. He places the chair across the stomach of Al Thoes. He climbs to the top rope.
He jumps with a Frog Splash, and Al Thoes throws the chair off of him, and it hits Dio IN THE FACE! Al moved just enough to avoid the crashing Dio. Dio
might be bleeding under the mask. The crowd is chanting REBEL, REBEL, REBEL! Al crawls over to the hurt Dio. One, Two, No cigar. Al picks himself up, dusts
himself off, and looks at Dio. Dio is trying to get to his feet. Al Thoes knocks Dio down with a vicious Power Clothesline. Dio rolls to the outside from
the momentum. Al follows him. He sees Dio laying face down, and decides to not let a sleeping Dio lay. POWER CHINLOCK ON THE FLOOR! This isn’t Falls Count
Anywhere so even if Dio submits, he won’t lose. But Al is cranking on it hard.

ROB MARTINEZ: This is a back and forth match but Dio Muerte is in a bad way right now.

Al gives up on the punishing move, and picks up Dio. Dio is thrown under the ropes, into the ring. Al Thoes gets in too, and quickly picks Dio up, Scottish
Whipping him into the corner. He charges with a clothesline, which MISSES! Dio from behind with a roll up.. One, Two, Thoes grabs the bottom rope and hangs
on. Dio is still hurt. Al gets up, with a double Ax Handle to the back of Dio. Dio is put back in the corner. He is lifted up and placed on the top turnbuckle
crotch first. Al Thoes climbs up and is going to attempt a POWER SUPERPLEX! He hooks Dio, who rakes the eyes of Al. Al drops down, and Dio leaps at Al,
grabbing his head for a DDT! But Al is way stronger, and blocks it… NORTHERN LIGHT SUPLEX BY AL THOES! The cover, One! Two! Shoulder Up, and Dio is still
alive.

ROB MARTINEZ: What a match.. these guys are pushing the other man to come up with different attacks. Great counter wrestling.

Al thought he was going to be the new Carolina’s champion, but not just yet. Dio Muerte will not go down that easy. Al Thoes picks up Dio and Dio fires
off a shot to the nuts of Al Thoes, successfully paying his ass back from earlier. Al goes down faster than Durham Hooker for fifteen dollars. Dio grabs
his bat and goes over to Al. He cracks him in the back with the bat. Dio gets on the back of the downed Thoes, and places Thoes in his own Chinlock…
one with a bat under the chin! Al is struggling to breath. Thankfully for Thoes the ropes are near him… but Dio doesn’t break the hold. He can’t get
Disqualified, and he is choking the life out of Al. Al is crawling and Dio, finally lets go. Dio walks away, then runs with a Baseball Slide knocking Thoes
to the floor.

ROB MARTINEZ: Dio goes up top.. will he attempt it again? FROGSPLASH CONNECTS! Al Thoes is between the concrete floor and the Carolina Champion.

Dio kicks Al in the back, as Al rolls around trying to recover, trying to gain his breath, trying to get through the pain. Dio helps Al to his feet, and
throws him into the ring. Al is prone for the cover, but Dio doesn’t do it just yet. He helps Thoes to his feet, then FLIPPING DDT? Nope, Thoes pushes
Dio away. Dio charges and Al Thoes gets a big boot up. Dio is knocked down. Al is holding his lower back, then he holds his ribs.. needless to say, Thoes
is hurt. Thoes sees Dio getting up, and tries to get him in position for the Haggis Buster. Dio fights it off. Al manages to get the best of the exchange
with a devastating elbow to the head of Dio. Dio is thrown into the corner again. Al climbs up and begins nailing Dio. ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! DIO
GRABS THOES LEGS! Dio turns with Al, placing Al on the turnbuckle. Dio climbs up and Al fights him off. Dio attempts it again, this time chopping Al Thoes
in the throat. Al is stunned by this, and is gasping for air… Dio takes advantage… DDT OFF THE TURNBUCKLE! Cover One, Two, THREE!

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of this match and STILL REBEL CAROLINA’S CHAMPION! DIO MUERTE!

ROB MARTINEZ: What a great match. Both men scouted the other well, and it took one big time move for Dio to claim this victory.

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During a brief intermission, the crowd watches on with anticipation as the ring crew scrambles to set up the fifteen foot high steel cage. Only when the
cage is completely secured and the ring crew exist do the fans let out a huge pop. Instead of going into the ring to do her ring introductions, Jenny stands
next to the cage and fills us in on what’s about to take place.

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

“The New Foundation” by AkForty hits the speakers and the small arena is filled with boos.

JENNY JERSEY: Coming to the ring first, they are the former REBEL Tag Team Champions, they weigh in tonight at a combined 472 pounds, Thomas Young and Prince
Darko….The Foundation!!!

The duo, along with their wheelchair bound manager, make their way slowly down to ringside. They seem to relish the hate from the fans.

JENNY JERSEY: And their opponents, from ECFW, They are the current REBEL Tag Team Champions and weighed in tonight at 480 pounds, Jason Blade and “The Icon”
Gladiator…The Brat Pack!!!

“Live for the moment” by Monster Magnet pumps through the speakers and the crowd erupts for the champions!

Blade Comes out first, the ECFW Intercontinental Title draped over his shoulder and his half of the REBEL Tag Championship around his waist. Gladiator is
a step behind Blade and he’s got his Championship belt slung over his shoulder as if he’s daring someone to take it from him.

ROB MARTINEZ: This should be a great match! These two teams absolutely hate each other and have been cutting blistering promos on each other all week. Now
before we get started I want to add that unlike some cage matches you might have seen, the participants in this match are free to enter or leave the cage
as they see fit. However the pinfall or submission still must happen inside the cage.

Blade and Gladiator had off their belts and step cautiously into the ring. As soon as the door closes behind them the bell is rung and The Foundation attack!
Young is paired with Blade while Darko is trading stiff right hands with Gladiator! A rake to the eyes from Young blinds Jason Blade and he finds himself
whipped into the ropes. Blade ducks under a clothesline attempt from Young and catches him with a beautiful standing dropkick when he turns around. On
the other side of the cage, Gladiator has pushed Darko into a corner and is laying into him with alternating right hands and kicks. Young is pulled off
the mat and sent into the ropes by Blade, who connects with a high back body drop onto Young! Gladiator pulls Darko from his corner and tries to ram his
head into the steel cage. Darko blocks it and drives an elbow into the sternum of Gladiator. Darko now attempts to smash the head of Gladiator into the
steel fencing but Gladiator blocks it. Blade clubs Darko from behind with a forearm shot and the Brat Pack members double Irish whip Prince Darko into
the far ropes. Gladiator brings Darko down with a drop toe hold and Blade hits a corkscrew elbow off the ropes.

ROB MARTINEZ: The Brat Pack are in firm control at this moment, but never count out the former champs!

Young is back to his feet and takes a stinger splash from Blade! Young staggers out of the corner and gets met with a back spin kick from the ECFW IC Champ.
Gladiator goes to pulls Darko off the mat but takes a kick to the neither regions! Gladiator drops to all fours and Darko is back up to a vertical base.
Blade rushes Darko, but the former tag champ sidesteps Jason and sends him crashing head first into the cage! Young is back up and The Foundation are leaving
the ring! They climb out through the door and both men start looking for plunder under the ring. Gladiator has recovered and he too starts to step out
of the ring through the door. Young spots this and quickly slams the door back onto Gladiator! The door bounces off of Gladiators head and “The Icon” falls
out of the ring and onto the floor. Young drags Gladiator up just as Darko pulls a Singapore cane out from under the ring. Young holds the arms of Gladiator
and Darko cracks the hard bamboo stick across the abs of “The Icon!” Suddenly the crowd all rise as one. Unseen by the three men on the outside, Jason
Blade has scaled to the top of the cage and smile sat the crowd. Blade takes flight and hits a double moonsault press off of the top of the cage down onto
the men below him! A loud “Holy Shit!” chant vibrates off the walls of the arena.

ROB MARTINEZ: On Momma! That’s the most insane thing I’ve ever seen! Blade took out The Foundation and his partner with that amazing move!

All four men are slow to get their bearings but it’s Jason Blade who is to his feet first. He grabs Thomas Young and bounces his head off of the cage! Blade
again grabs the head of Young and this time he slowly starts to rake the forehead back and forth across the mesh opening Thomas up. Now Gladiator and Darko
are up and “The Icon” rakes the face of the Crimes member. Suplex onto the floor by Gladiator has Prince Darko grimacing in pain as he clutches his back.
Young is released by Blade and his face is the proverbial crimson mask. Gladiator pulls Darko off of the floor and leads him around to the cage door. The
door is swung open and Darko is rolled inside followed by Gladiator. On the outside, Blade charges at Young but the resourceful Foundation member manages
to hit a hip toss onto Blade right into the ring steps! Inside the ring, Darko is whipped into the ropes and gets drilled with a brutal spinebuster. Gladiator
goes for the cover! One! Two! Darko kicks out! Gladiator looks a little surprised but mounts Darko and lays into him with hard right hands.

ROB MARTINEZ: This thing is anyones match to take! Young has control on the outside but Gladiator is taking it to Prince Darko on the inside!

Speaking of the outside of the ring, we see that a bloody Thomas Young has whipped Jason Blade into the steel guardrails. One clothesline later and both
men are in the front row among the fans! In the ring, Gladiator has pulled Darko to his feet and shoots him into the corner. Gladiator follows him in but
takes a face full of boot from Darko! Gladiator stumbles back and gets taken to the mat with a clothesline. Darko quickly reaches into his boot and pulls
out screwy! Gladiator is on his knees and Darko jabs the screwdriver into the forehead of “The Icon!” Out in the crowd Blade and Young are slugging it
out with fans getting knocked to the ground and security is doing its best to keep people safe from the melee. The duo battle back towards the guard railing
and Blade finds himself back dropped over the railing and onto the floor! Thomas Young starts to crawl over the guard rail and from nowhere Blade jams
a thumb into the eye! Blade is up to his feet! A hurricanrana from Blade yanks Young over the railing and onto the floor! Back inside the ring, Gladiator
has had his forehead ripped open thanks to Prince Darko.

ROB MARTINEZ: I know I’m not supposed to be biased but it would be good to have the Tag Titles back in REBEL. However there’s no damn way I’m gonna root
on the damn Foundation!

Blade is leading Young around to the entrance of the cage and rolls him back into the confines of the steel structure. Darko charges Blade but takes a stiff
leg lariat to the face! Young is getting to his feet and takes a forearm shot to the head. Another! A third from Blade has Young reeling! Jason Blade whips
Young into the ropes but drops his head early allowing Young to nail a swinging neckbreaker. Gladiator is back to his feet, blood pouring from his face
and drives an elbow into the back of Darkos head. Darko is sent face first into the cage by Gladiator! Young charges Gladiator and takes a backdrop that
sends him crashing into the cage! Jason Blade is back to his feet and the Champs are looking strong as each member grind the faces of Young and Darko into
the cage! Blade hits a snap suplex onto Darko and instead of going for a pin attempt he starts to scale the cage itself. Darko is trying to get up as Jason
reaches the very top of the cage. Blades foot slips off the cage and he nearly falls to the floor! A chant of “Please Don’t Die!” echoes through the crowd!
As Blade regains his footing, it allows Darko to climb up to the top turnbuckle. A shot from Darko stuns Blade! Darko hooks Blade and looks to be trying
for a superplex!

ROB MARTINEZ: Good Lord! If Darko hits that superplex he could kill Jason Blade!

Gladiator evidently feels the same as he leaves a bloody Thomas Young and heads over to help his partner. Gladiator climbs up to the second ring rope and
hits a shot in the kidneys to Prince Darko. Gladiator steps down to the bottom rope, turns his back to Darko and hits him with a powerbomb! Jason Blade
stands high atop the top of the cage and takes to the air! a thunderous elbow drop from fifteen feet directly to the chest of Prince Darko! Blade hooks
a leg and goes for a cover! One! Two! Thomas Young comes from nowhere and makes the save! Gladiator pulls Young off of Blade and shoots him into the far
ropes! A back elbow smash from Gladiator sends Young to the mat! Blade again covers a battered Prince Darko. One! Two! Darko kicks out! Darko is clutching
his chest and blood is oozing from his mouth. On the other side of the ring, Gladiator is pulling Thomas Young to his feet when he takes a face full of
powder! A badly bloody Young smiles as Gladiator tries to clear his eyes. Double arm DDT from Young! Young reaches into the front of his trunks and pulls
out a pair of handcuffs. Blade immediately knows nothing good can come from this and charges Young. Thomas drives an elbow into the ribs of Young and clocks
him in the head with the pair of handcuffs! Darko has now pulled himself up to a seated position and is looking on as Thomas Young tries to handcuff Jason
Blade to the cage!

ROB MARTINEZ: The Foundation are trying to make this a two on one encounter! Jason Blade is fighting for all he’s worth though!

Jason kicks Young off of him and the handcuffs go flying! Gladiator is back up and he pulls a dazed Prince Darko to his feet. Darko is whipped into the
cage do which not only swings open but dumps The Foundation member out onto the floor! A shining wizard from Jason Blade puts Young down! What’s this?
Gladiator is rolling Young onto his stomach and placing the handcuffs on him! Young gets to his knees and even though the blood you can tell he knows he’s
screwed. On the outside, Prince Darko gets to his feet and starts to open the cage door. But stops. Instead he stands there and watches as Young is sent
into the ropes and gets nailed with a lariat from Gladiator which is then followed up by a frog splash from Blade! One! Two! Three! Prince Darko shakes
his head in disgust and walks away as the fans go crazy!

ROB MARTINEZ: The Foundations shenanigans back fired on them! The Brat Pack keep the titles!

Gladiator and Jason Blade exist the steel cage and take the REBEL Tag Titles from the referee.

JENNY JERSEY: The winners of this match…And STILL REBEL Tag Team Champions….The Brat Pack!!!

The Brat Pack walk past Mr. B and even pass a frustrated looking Prince Darko on their way to the back.

ROB MARTINEZ: A big win for the Tag Champs but the story here is The Foundation. Has this once stable foundation finally cracked?

It might have.

The last image we see is a bloody Thomas Young sitting inside the steel cage yelling for his partner.

A partner who simply watches on with a look of contempt.