Golden Opportunities – 04/10/2007

GOLDEN OPPORTUNITIES

04/10/2007
Welcome to the Raleigh County Armory Civic Center, or as it’s quickly becoming known as “The REBEL Arena!” Fans have been lined up for this historic night
and once the doors opened at 6:30 they piled in by the truck load. Nearly 250 fans are in attendance tonight, all of them buzzing with anticipation over
who will walk out with REBEL gold. Over by the concession stand a table has been set up and wrestlers such as Rex Caliber, Lyndsey Valentine, Mike “Assman”
Trey and others sign autographs and pose for pictures. Hell, even Rob Martinez and Jenny Jersey are chatting up the fans. It’s almost seven o’ clock….
Do you know where your kids are?

They’re most likely here baby!

Inside the ring Jenny Jersey has both the microphone and the complete attention of the fans (especially from the men, Jesus just look at that tee shirt!)
JENNY JERSEY: Welcome to REBEL Pro Wrestling!!!

“Killing in the name of…” by Rage Against The Machine punishes the sound system as “Golden Opportunities” has officially begun!

ROB MARTINEZ: Welcome to what will no doubt be a night that will forever set the bar for REBEL Pro Wrestling. Tonight we crown not one but two champions
in front of this wild and raucous crowd. First, we find out which team is better, The Foundation or The Celtic Assassins when they do battle for the REBEL
Tag Team Championship. Then we pit three of the sports top indie stars in MackaBEE, “Big Bad” Brian Bruno and “The One Man Crime Spree” Rex Caliber in
a triple threat elimination match to see just who has what it takes to become this promotions Heavyweight Champion!

“Headstrong” by Trapt replaces Rage on the speakers and all eyes turn towards the curtain.

ROB MARTINEZ: And speaking of champions!

JENNY JERSEY: Our first match of the evening is a special non title inter-promotional Divas match! Coming to the ring first, she is the ECFW Womans Champion…Alexis
Knight!!!

Alexis Knight comes out from behind the curtain and gets a warm welcome (she’s on national TV after all) from the REBEL fans. Even though the match is non
title she wears her Womans Championship with pride as she makes her way to the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: An interesting fact here, Alexis Knight is from Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada. Not far from our sister promotion NAPW.

Alexis climbs into the ring and waves to the fans as her song is replaced by “Bad Reputation” by Joan Jett.

JENNY JERSEY: And her opponent, she is the manager of The Bluegrass Mafia…Lyndsey Valentine!!!

Valentine makes her way out from to back to another nice reaction from the crowd. Hard to tell if the crowd is simply behind the “hometown” girl or if they’re
happy two hot chicks are about to throw down.

Valentine climbs into the ring and both women eye each other with both respect and a sense of competition. The referee calls for the bell and this inter-promotional
match has begun! They lock up in the center of the ring and Valentine quickly snaps Knight to the mat with a deep armdrag. Knight is quickly back to her
feet but gets caught with a hip toss that drops the ECFW Womans Champion on her backside. Valentine taunts Knight as she gets back to her feet. Knight
simply smiles and they again lock up. This time it’s Valentine who gets taken to the mat with an armdrag! It’s followed with a high hip toss! It’s like
deja vu! Valentine scrambles to her feet and takes a forearm shot to the head, another, and a third drives her into the ropes! Alexis shoots her off the
ropes and goes for a clothesline that Valentine ducks under. Knight spins around just in time to get caught with a cross body block from Valentine as she
rebounds off the ropes. Valentine hooks the leg but only manages a count of two.

ROB MARTINEZ: I hate to admit this, well okay I’m not, but I’m pulling for our own Lyndsey Valentine to upset the champ here tonight! If she wins this match
then ECFW would have no choice but to grant her a shot at that belt.

Enough talk, back to the action. We see that Valentine is pressing her advantage by landing a couple of stiff forearm shots of her own to Knight. Valentine
whips Knight into a near corner and follows her in with a running knee to the rib cage. Valentine, looking supremely confident, hooks Alexis and hoists
her up to place her on the top rope! Valentine climbs up to meet Knight but take a forearm shot to the head that rattles her. One shove later and Valentine
hits the mat hard as Knight climbs down to the second rope. Valentine gets to her feet and gets hit with a flying clothesline from the ECFW Champ! Alexis
goes for the cover but the resilient Valentine kicks out at two. Alexis pulls Valentine to her feet but gets caught with a jaw breaker that seems to come
out of nowhere! Alexis stumbles back into the ropes and Valentine is on her like a cheap suit. A chop across the ample chest of Knight gets a “Wooooooo!”
from the crowd!

ROB MARTINEZ: Valentine looks to be in control but you can’t count out the two time Woman’s Champion!

Valentine Irish whips Knight off the ropes but it’s reversed! A high back drop from Knight sends Valentine into the lights and crashing down to the mat.
Valentine gets to her feet and takes a spinning back kick to the mid section that doubles her over. A sunset flip later and Valentine just manages to kick
out at two! Valentine gets pulled up by her hair but manages to hit a nice looking European uppercut that stuns Knight! Valentine quickly hooks the head
of Knight and plants her with a DDT! A two count later and Valentine is starting to look frustrated. Valentine points to the near corner and pulls Knight
off of the mat. She sends Knight sailing into the turnbuckle but again it’s reversed! Valentine hits hard but has the presence of mind to get a back elbow
into the face of a charging Alexis Knight! Knight staggers back and Valentine pulls herself to the second rope. She takes flight with an attempted dropkick
but Alexis Knight steps back and Valentine crashes and burns on the mat! Knight grabs a leg, pulls her to the center of the ring and drops down locking
her into “Knights Of Retribution” (STFU) finisher! Valentine tries to reach out for the ropes but shes dead center in the ring. She tries to hold on….
She taps out!!

Alexis Knight releases the hold and the bell is rung.

ROB MARTINEZ: Great match and a great showing by our own Lyndsey Valentine who has nothing to be ashamed about tonight. She gave Knight a match to remember.
JENNY JERSEY: Your winner by submission….Alexis Knight!!

Valentine is back to her feet and again the two women eye each other. After a tense moment Valentine offers her hand and the two woman shake! The fans give
them both a great ovation as the first ever REBEL / ECFW inter-promotional match has gone down in the history books!

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JENNY JERSEY: This match is scheduled for as an Over-the-top six man BATTLE ROYALE!

Suddenly Pink Moon by The Fun Police blasts through the small arena, and Modo WHOA! is seen walking down to the ring, looking pumped and wearing his trademark
skeleton mask.

JENNY JERSEY: Making his way to the ring, weighing in at 200lbs, from Sarasota, Florida.. MODO WHOA!

Modo gets his place in the ring, tests the ropes, then takes a place at a far turnbuckle to watch the rest of the entrances, as a loud Gong smash begins
the entrance of Santiago and Sakai!

JENNY JERSEY: From Tokyo Japan, Santia-

ROB MARTINEZ: Woah! These guys aren’t waiting around, they’re straight in that ring!

Santiago and Sakai slide right into the ring, each getting a boot to the back as a welcome present from Modo, just as Don’t F*ck with me comes out through
the speakers, and Zellor is charging straight towards the ring!

JENNY JERSEY: Clint ZELLOR!

ROB MARTINEZ: Hey, I feel sorry for Jenny here, no-one’s giving a crap about their introductions! Thats four of the 6 men in then ring! And Zellor is already
beating down on both Sanitago and Sakai, looks like him and Modo are teaming up on these guys!

Zellor grabs Santiago, Irish whips him off the ropes, and wham! Flying Shoulder tackle on Santiago, flooring him! The blast of The Beatles – Why Don’t we
do it in the Road suddenly hits, causing Modo WHOA! to stare at the entrance…

ROB MARTINEZ: Modo WHOA! got caught off guard, Boot to the face by Zellor! Modo’s teetering on the edge of the ropes!

JENNY JERSEY: The ASSMAN!

As soon as she says the name, Assman runs out, and as soon as he does, the music switches to Kid Rock! And right behind him comes The Show!

JENNY JERSEY: The Show, CHAD KURTIS!

ROB MARTINEZ: That’s all the wrestlers in the ring now! Modo is getting beaten down by Zellor, and Santiago and Sakai are getting a number done on them
by Kurtis and Assman!

Zellor goes for a running power bomb on Modo WHOA! But he reverses, hits a HUGE clothesline on Zellor, sending him over the top! Modo turns to the fans
and raises his arms, letting Sakai get a Gamengiri to Modo’s face!

ROB MARTINEZ: Wait! Wait! Zellor isn’t over the top! He’s hanging on for dear life, but his feet haven’t hit the ground!

Zellor flips himself over, throws himself off the ropes, and Boot to the face of WHOA! Follows it up with a clothesline, taking WHOA! over the top and out
of the match! Now Zellor moves over to Sakai, but before he can, Modo grabs him by the ankles and pulls him out of the ring! They’re going at it right
at ringside, when Zellor is still legal! Sakai is watching the show at ringside, and Kurtis comes up from behind, grabs him round the waist – German Suplex!
Sakai is down, and Assman is working on Santiago, Spinning Bulldog by Assman! Both the Japanese and the Mexican are down, with Kurtis and Assman staring
at each other in the middle of the ring!

ROB MARTINEZ: Looks like a face-off here folks! No – wait! They’re shaking hands! Pointing to Sakai!

Assman picks up Sakai, places him against the ropes, lays forearms to his body, while Kurts runs off the ropes, charges towards Sakai and knocks him over
with a nice clothesline! Now they both turn to Santiago!

But before they can get at him, Assman signals Kurtis – he ducks, and Assman hits a clothesline on Zellor – who was coming after Kurtis. Kurtis runs off
the ropes towards Zellor, hops over hip, jumps on the ropes – BME! Zellor is out cold! The Show picks him up, turns around, and gets a Hurricanrana by
Santiago! Followed by a huge dropkick on Zellor, sending him over the top rope!

ROB MARTINEZ: This can only get better! Four men left in the ring! And Modo is laying a beat down on Zellor at ringside!

Santiago turns round to a kick to the gut by Assman, winding him, he faces Santiago, placing his head on his shoulder, and drops! Shoulder Neckbreaker by
Assman! Santiago teeters around, getting a fist by Kurtis, then a fist by Assman, again to Kurtis, who whips him off the rope towards Assman – huge Back
Body Drop over the top rope!

ROB MARTINEZ: Two men left! The Show and The Assman! The fans don’t know who to root for – we’ve got one side shouting “ASS!” , and the other shouting “SHOW!”,
this is going to be a tough one, folks.

“SHOW!” “ASS!” “SHOW!” “ASS!” The Assman stomps his feet on the mat for the crowd support, and Kurtis waves his hands in the air for the fans – everyone
of them loving it. But Assman is quicker, he gets a few forearms to Kurtis, then hits him with a neckbreaker! Follows quickly by a bulldog! Assman is all
over Kurtis! Chops him against the ring ropes! Theres forearms flying everywhere! Assman measures him for a clothesline -

ROB MARTINEZ: Assman has been dominating! Looks like he’s got the shot at the championship, Kurtis has been nowhe- Isn’t that Flashlight?

Flashlight by Parliment booms out through the speakers, and that’s all it takes to get Assman distracted! He’s checking everywhere for Dr. Tittylover! And
now The Show sees an opportunity, he hits Assman from behind, and sets him up in position for the CK Finale! He hit it! Assman is down, and Kurtis grabs
him, throwing him over the top rope!

JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner… CHAD KURTIS, THE SHOW!

ROB MARTINEZ: That is a win for Kurtis! Dr. Tittylover is nowhere to be seen, and just cost The Assman the match! I’m sure this isn’t the last we’ll see
these two looking for each other!

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The fans are buzzing from the last match, when BOOM. “NEVER GONNA GET IT!” pumps from the Public Address system. The fans take a look at the curtain to
see…

JENNY JERSEY: This is the Bat versus Chair match-up! Introducing first, from Greensboro, North Carolina (crowd pops at the home state!)… he weighs in
at two-hundred and twenty-three pounds! Ladies and gentlemen, “THE CHAIRMAN” of NAPW… The Charismatic Colossus DAVID BANNNNKS!

Banks comes through the curtain wearing a “HATE” hoodie over top of his ring gear, towel over his shoulders. And of course, in his hand is his infamous
steel chair. The crowd gives Banks a rowdy reaction, hey, they can’t help but cheer for a viagra efeitos colaterais home state boy. Banks looks at a couple hands extended his way
for fives and snorts, ignoring them.

ROB MARTINEZ: A young man hailing from just up the road in Greensboro, and David Banks of course regularly competes for New Alberta Pro Wrestling, but he
is down in Raleigh for a special one-night only match-up.

Banks is in the ring. Stop the music. Are you ready for…

BATTLE?

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent! From Hollywood, Florida, he weights in at two-hundred and twenty eight pounds! He is REBEL Pro Wrestling’s own DIOOOOO MUERTEEEEEE!
Dio Muerte comes through the curtain to the throbbing hip-hop sounds, wearing his trademark black ski-mask, wifebeater and Dickies pants. But he ain’t just
got a bat… Muerte’s got a garbage can full of plundah in the left hand, trusty bat in the right hand. The crowd gives the man a nice pop as he comes
to the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: Folks, have you ever seen a match like this? Dio Muerte is well-known for using that wooden bat… and David Banks is called the “Chairman
of NAPW” for good reason. The only place you’re going to see action like this is right here in REBEL Pro Wrestling!

For now, Muerte leaves the garbage can on the outside of the ring and rolls in. He’s got his bat. Banks has his chair. Jimmy Johnson is the referee for
this match-up, and he calls for the bell. The two grapplers are simply staring at each other. Muerte points the bat at Banks. Banks slaps the flat back
of the chair loudly with his hand. They circle each other warily, Muerte looking all cool, Banks cocky.

Banks! Muerte! Both with the same idea try to catch the other with a surprise swing, CRASH. The chair and the bat crash into each other loudly. Banks tries
to regroup, raising the chair over his head to bring down onto Muerte, he takes the butt end of the bat into the gut for his trouble. That doubles the
man over, and Dio Muerte cracks Banks in the back with the bat. Almost just a tap there, as Banks dances away holding his back in pain. Muerte spins the
bat and leans into the corner, calm-as-you-please.

ROB MARTINEZ: What Dio Muerte is doing right now, is that he is telling David Banks that “I got you first.” He didn’t go for the kill there, didn’t plunge
in recklessly, but he did clearly take an open shot to Banks. Folks, there may not be many wrestling moves in this one…

Again at even ground, although Banks looks just slightly less cocky. You can see it in the pursed lips he has, the slightly exaggerated walk. But wait,
what’s this? Banks has unfolded his steel chair and set it down. He makes a sweeping motion with his arm, apparently challenging Muerte. He wants a wrestling
match instead maybe? No, Banks sits down on the chair? He’s telling Dio “free shot.” Dio clearly doesn’t trust it, but who is he to pass up an opportunity.
He hits the ropes to get some speed — Banks slides off the chair, but Muerte is quick to leap onto the seat of the chair instead. Muerte off the chair
with the bat, only to take a fist to the breadbasket. Banks with an irish whip sends Muerte to the ropes, catches him with a drop toe-hold… and that
sends Muerte face-first into the unfolded steel chair. Banks takes a moment to chuckle, but then he’s on top of Muerte. Stiff cross-face shots to Muerte,
who has lost his grip on the bat. And Banks is going for the Charismatic Crossface! He could lock this in and get a submission in no time flat, Dio Muerte
trying to keep it from being locked on. Banks sees he can’t get it on Muerte yet, so quickly stands up and drives the point of the elbow into the back
of Dio’s head.

With his man down, Banks picks up the steel chair. He slaps it with his free hand and then gets a good two-handed grip. Muerte is up to his feet, he turns
around

WHAM

ROB MARTINEZ: What a thunderous chair shot! You could hear that one echoing through the building, and David Banks has taken control of this contest! Dio
Muerte tried to get a hand up to block, but how do you block a speeding steel chair?

Banks preens for a moment, laughing. He slams the chair down and gets a cover. One, two — hell no. Muerte kicks out right on two, not even close to a
three count. Banks says “hell with this” and grabs his chair again. Muerte gets up…

KERANG!

Muerte collapses again, but this time Banks says “No mistakes!” He grabs the steel chair and puts it on top of Dio Muerte’s prone form. And with that, Banks
ascends to the top rope. Could it be? It could be, it should be, it is the MID-CARD KILLER. The only problem is that ain’t nobody home as Dio Muerte rolls
out of the way. Fortunately for Banks, Dio’s momentum took the chair out of his landing platform.

Unfortunately for Banks, Dio Muerte has the steel chair in his hands! Muerte swings —

FAKE.

Banks gets a hand up to block, but Muerte stops his swing right before it connects, and instead connects with a Shuffle Sidekick that has Banks seeing stars.
The crowd is confused… until Dio grabs his forgotten bat and holds it high.

ROB MARTINEZ: The rules of this match very simple! Banks brings the chair… and Dio brings the bat! This doesn’t look good for David Banks… that didn’t
sound good for David Banks.

The thud of the bat driven across Bank’s pectorals, no, that don’t sound good at all. And this time it’s Dio Muerte, idly spinning the bat while Banks tries
to shake off the pain… and then bringing it down across the man’s back. This ain’t no lovetap, he tagged him baby. Banks drops down to his knees in pain,
and Dio…

Well. Pretty much tees off on the back of Banks’ head. The bat cracks in half, a shower of splinters and corkwood and sawdust. The crowd immediately starts
up with a “HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT” chant. David Banks on instinct has rolled out of the ring, he’s laying facedown on the concrete and holding the back of
his head tightly in his arms, clearly in intense pain. But Dio Muerte does not go after David Banks.

Nope.

Dio Muerte instead points the ruined handle of his bat to the garbage can of plundah he brought with him. The crowd begins to buzz as Dio heads towards
the can. He pulls off the lip, rummages in, and pulls out…

A BARBED WIRE BAT.

ROB MARTINEZ: I’ve heard it said that “business is about to pick up,” because it damn sure is! Dio Muerte just pulled out a ballbat wrapped up like a christmas
tree, if a christmas tree was wrapped with skin-tearing barbed wire!

The crowd is going crazy as Muerte cooly saunters over to Banks, who is beginning to pick himself up. The back of his head shows some dark crimson against
the black, but that can’t prepare Banks for Dio Muerte taking the barbed wire bat and raking it all into his forehead! Banks yells out in pain as Muerte
tears the bat away violently. Banks has his face on the apron, and blood is rushing out of angry gashes on his forehead. He manages to roll into the ring,
but Dio is doing the same. Banks on hands and knees, and Dio Muerte brings the barbed wire

Down.

It catches in Bank’s “HATE” hoodie, Muerte rolling and pulling as Banks yells and screams in pain. Muerte rips the bat free of the fabric, then violently
begins to pull it over David’s head. Suddenly David is free of the hoodie — and his entire bare chest and back is exposed to the vicious barbed wire.
He knows it. Dio knows it. The gasping crowd knows it.

Muerte with the bat-caught-Banks is trying to fight it off! Banks gets his hands on the bat, on Muerte’s wrist, trying to push the bat back as Muerte is
pushing in with all his might. It is an artistic tableau, Muerte’s eyes flaring, the bloody Banks… and it only ends with Banks somehow, someway, uses
Muerte’s forward pressure against him. Driving the man down to the canvas. And then suddenly:

Locking in a modified crossface. Modified because Banks has the barbed wire bat ACROSS DIO’S DAMN FACE.

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh my God, this is disgusting! Even with the ski-mask on, that bit of fabric won’t keep the razor edged barbs from cutting into his forehead
and nose!

Banks is pulling back, the muscles in his neck and arms straining as he pulls and rips back. He’s pulling so hard, in fact, with such a strange implement,
that he ends up whipping the bat into the air. Muerte is screaming in pain from that, kicking the canvas as Banks somehow gets to his feet. He looks around
the crowd, blood-splattered, and then suddenly rolls outside the ring. Banks flips up the ring apron, reaches underneath the ring, and suddenly pulls out…
A barbed-wire chair.

“You think he the only one? Huh?” Banks pulls the chair up and holds it high, the crowd roaring. By God, they’re getting their money’s worth tonight. Banks
… wait a minute. He’s not going in the ring yet. He grabs a chair from ringside, tosses it into the ring. Almost clips the ref. Banks is walking around
the ring, barbed wire laced chair in hand, and tossing other chairs into the ring. Four, five, six, seven chairs in the ring. And now Banks finally on
the ring apron. What’s he doing here? He sets one of the chairs up in the center of the ring and picks up Dio Muerte. Muerte throws a punch, Banks with
one of his own, he knuckles the man down to the chair. Muerte is seated and hurt as Banks takes off the ropes

KRUNK

ROB MARTINEZ: THE BARBED WIRE STEEL CHAIR RIGHT ACROSS THE FACE OF DIO MUERTE! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! THE PIN! ONE, TWO, NOOOOO?!

Banks can’t believe it, Dio Muerte kicked the hell out. What the hell? Banks argues with the ref, then picks the unmoving Dio Muerte back up. He again sets
him on the chair, once again grabbing the barbed wire laced chair. He takes off the ropes, runs, swings, and takes a barbed wire bat right into the stomach.
Dio grabs the doubled-over Banks… SIT-OUT POWERBOMB! THROUGH THE UNFOLDED CHAIR IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING!

Muerte hits the canvas, still worn out himself, but he gets an arm over Banks. ONE. TWO. TH—kick out! David Banks somehow kicks out, but now there are
angry red gashes all across his abdomen.

ROB MARTINEZ: And if you can believe this, folks, next week in NAPW David Banks has to wrestle Tommy Deathrow in a SUPERSTAR RULES match. Which is basically
a REBEL RULES match-up… Banks isn’t going to make it to next Tuesday at this right! And WAIT A MINUTE, MUERTE IS GOING UP TO THE TOP ROPE? BANKS IS IN
NO-MAN’S LAND… FROOOOG SPLASH!

WHAM! Muerte connects with Banks, connects with the chair he’d thrown on top of the man. Dio spasms on the canvas, holding his gut, he sacrificed his own
body to get that damage on David Banks. He gets the pin… and Banks kicks out. The crowd can’t believe it, but they are damn well on their feet chanting
“(BLEEP) HIM UP DIO, (BLEEP) HIM UP! (BLEEP) HIM UP DIO, (BLEEP) HIM UP!” Muerte indeed has gone back to his barbed wire bat… he digs it into Banks forehead
for a gruesome image, as Banks groans of pain are evidence of the brutality. Dio then rolls to the outside, reaching into his can of plundah, and pulling
out… a water bottle? Dio empties the bottle over his head, getting some in his mouth, washing some away. Hell, that was actually smart. But then WATCH
OUT as Dio tosses the can overhead, over the ropes into the ring, narrowly missing David Banks. Dio wasn’t really aiming. Nonetheless, Dio is back in the
ring. He roots around in the can for… what?

We may never know, because Banks tries to pick Muerte up for a back suplex. Muerte flips out at the apex and rushes Banks BELLY TO BELLY. The Chairman just
sent Dio flying into the ropes. Dio has one arm tangled oddly in the ropes… wait a minute. Oh no.

Banks just tied Dio Muerte up between the second and third ropes.

Dio kicks at Banks, but the bloody Chairman steps away. Come to think of it, Dio is bloody as well, there is red soaking through his ski-mask and dripping
down. That white wife-beater is never gettin’ clean. But right now, Dio is trying to get free to no avail as the Chairman takes a quick breather. Johnson
tries to go free Dio, but he backs off nervously as Banks threatens him with a chair. Banks once again has the barbed wire chair, even as Dio Muerte is
struggling in the ropes. He’s taking his time with this shot… actually, what exactly is Banks doing? He’s grabbed the towel he brought to the ring, and
he’s… well, wrapping it around the barbed wire chair. That towel is stuck good, but for what reason?

To the outside goes Banks, again reaching under the ring apron. Has he hidden something else out down there? Wait…he’s got something. He’s got…

A jerry can.

ROB MARTINEZ: A jerry can of gasoline! If Banks is going to do what I think he’s going to do… I ask you, what is worse than a barbed-wire covered chair?
Banks opens the jerry can as the crowd’s roar grows louder and louder. He empties the contents over top of the fire chair, the distinct stench of gasoline
filling the armory. Banks holds up the soaked chair… and produces a lighter from his trunks.

Flick.

ROB MARTINEZ: A barbed-wire covered chair… ON FIRE.

“HOLEEEEEEEEEEE” the crowd begins.

Muerte sees it coming and steels himself like a man.

BANKS SWINGS

“SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIT”

CRACK.

FWOOOSH.

ROB MARTINEZ: MY GOD! MY GOD! DIO MUERTE HAS BEEN HIT WITH A FLAMING STEEL CHAIR! THIS IS WHAT REBEL PRO IS ALL ABOUT, BUT BY GOD WE STILL NEED A FIRE EXTINGUISHER!
Dio Muerte was knocked out of the ropes by that brutal shot, but his clothing has caught fire. He yells horribly on the concrete as he rolls to put out
the flames. In the ring Banks has dropped to one knee, unsteadily holding the top rope as he sways. But he’s got a cocky grin on his blood stained face.
The crowd is chanting “RPDUB RPDUB RPDUB RPDUB” as the scene plays out.

Frighteningly, the match is not yet over.

In the ring Banks has started stacking the numerous chairs into a sloppy pile, for what purpose, only he could know. Jimmy Johnson is outside with Dio Muerte,
asking him if he wants to go on. The smell of singed flesh and fabric hangs in the air. Dio grabs Jimmy by the collar and shoves him on his ass. He reaches
up for the bottom rope, clawing at the canvas, and somehow heaves his carcass back into the ring.

And here David Banks is ready for him. He grabs Dio Muerte, hooking him for a vertical suplex — apparently into that pile of stacked chairs! Hell, we
know Banks likes the trifecta. But Muerte gets his leg in the way, refusing to go over. Banks hits him, tries again, again Muerte blocks. COUNTER. BRAINBUSTAAHHHHHH.
Dio Muerte with a desperation brainbuster to counter, and now he’s crawling towards his plundah can, there can’t be something else in it, can there? There
is! Dio pulls out yet a third bat… a bat glinting strangely in the light.

ROB MARTINEZ: I can’t quite make out what’s on that bat… wait a moment, folks, you won’t believe… it isn’t? It is! Dio Muerte has pulled out a bat…
a bat covered in glue and GLASS. Shards of broken glass all over the end of that ball bat! And he’s going to use it on another human being!

Dio has the bat—Banks looks up—DIO SMASHES THE BAT ACROSS THE BACK OF BANKS! ACROSS THE CHEST! AND HE TEES OFF — BANKS DUCKS. Hundreds of red pinprick
wounds, some gashes have opened up all over his body! Muerte swings again, Banks gets a hand up to knock the bat away, but he cuts his hand up badly doing
so. Dio is coming! Dio Muerte is coming! David Banks is backed into the corner, he ain’t got nowhere to go, and Dio runs in and swings with the bat —
hits the turnbuckle pad! Banks shoves Dio into the turnbuckle chest first with crazy force, enough to send the glass-covered bat flying. Banks turns Dio
around, picks the man up and puts him to the top rope. He climbs up — Dio with an OPEN HAND SLAP to the face of Banks! Banks returns with the same to
the ski-masked face of Dio! Dio with a slap — Banks with a slap — echoing through the armory — Banks with a sudden HEADBUTT to Dio Muerte!

David double-underhooks the arms… looks back for just one second…

And plunges Dio Muerte downwards into a pile of eight or nine steel chairs. Unbelievable? No. Just…

Beyond Belief.

The crowd is chanting RPDUB RPDUB RPDUB RPDUB as Banks finally rolls over and puts a bloody arm over Muerte, laying on top of the stack of steel seats.
Johnson counts one… two… and though Dio twitches, it’s not enough to kick out before the three.

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of the match… Davvvviiiid Bannnnnnks! ROB MARTINEZ: You may think you have seen it all, but you have not seen REBEL Pro Wrestling
until now. Listen to this crowd, showing RESPECT for the hell these two men just put themselves through.

What’s the crowd chanting?

“THAT WAS AWESOME. THAT WAS AWESOME. THAT WAS AWESOME.”

ROB MARTINEZ: There wasn’t a title on the line, this was all about pride! We saw barbed wire, we saw fire, we saw broken glass all strapped onto bats and
chairs… it took Beyond Belief onto a dozen chairs to finally put this one away. David Banks gets the win tonight, but Dio Muerte has proven to all these
fans here tonight that he is for real! These men will need medical attention but this is what REBEL Pro is all about… putting it all on your line, your
very body, for a chance at glory.

Banks has stumbled into the aisle where he is laying as trainers come to attend to him. He is, literally, bleeding from all over, hundreds of small wounds…
not to mention the jagged, raked gashes on his forehead. Dio is in the ring still, the crowd still in shock and awe over the match they have just seen.
Dio shoves trainers away, but can’t keep his feet due to his own blood loss. What a freaking match.

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Jenny Jersey has the mic and is at center ring, so it’s match time, baby!

JENNY JERSEY: This next match is scheduled for one fall!

Easy E’s “Still Cruisin” plays as Murcielago makes his way to the ring for his REBEL debut.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing the participants! First, from Manhattan, New York, weighing in at two hundred and ninety pounds, MURCIELAGO!!!

The crowd gives a nice reception to the newcomer, though they’ve yet to see what he can do. But then Nine Inch Nails takes over the speakers, and a bit
of a hush comes over the crowd…

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent, from the Amazon Basin. He weighs three hundred and fifty pounds. he is accompanied by Ringmaster Iago and Miranda. This
is CALIBAN!!!

A mixed reaction as Caliban lumbers to the ring, led by Miranda. The hardcore fans have a “CAL-I-BAN” chant going. Iago cackles as he points his cane at
Murcielago. Caliban steps over the top rope and glares at his only slightly smaller opponent. Referee Johnson calls for the bell, and Caliban is quick
to go for a lariat… Murcielago ducks! And he catches the monster with a HUGE right hand! But Caliban doesn’t go down!

ROB MARTINEZ: Caliban barely flinched! And Murcielago is no slouch!

Caliban grabs Murcielago by the throat, and goes for a chokeslam! Murcielago with a series of elbows to Caliban’s head, and the masked man lets go. Mucielago
hits the ropes, and comes back with a boot to the face which staggers the man from the Amazon. He hits him with a second boot, and Caliban stumbles backwards,
but does not leave his feet. Murcielago goes for a third boot… Caliban catches the foot, roars, and nearly DECAPITATES Murcielago with a hard clothesline!
The fans show some love for that move, even if they’re scared of the masked freak. Caliban drags up Murcielago by the hair and lays in with a STIFF headbutt.
Murcielago sinks to one knee, a cut opened on his forehead. Caliban goes to drag him up again, and Murcielago does what any sensible man would do against
an unstoppable menace:

He plants a fist right to Caliban’s junk.

ROB MARTINEZ: Monster or mortal, doesn’t matter, that’s got to hurt!

Caliban roars at that. Iago and Miranda look furious, and Murcielago sees a break. Using all his strength he heaves up Caliban for a spinebuster… No!
Caliban latches onto Murcielago’s head with a claw hold! The grip is released, and Caliban pushes his opponent to the ropes, then nails a Cactus clothesline
that sends both men to the floor! Caliban is first to his feet, and he drags up Murcielago and whips him into the guard rail! He follows up with a clothesline…
Murcielago gets a desperation back body drop! Caliban is sent over the railing and to the floor! Murcielago spots a chair and grabs it, then turns to see
Caliban is up. And angry.

ROB MARTINEZ: Neither man backing down. But Murcielago is fighting for survival, and Caliban seems to be fighting for fun…

Murcielago swings the chair and nails Caliban in the back as he climbs over the railing. He hits him again. And again. Stiff chair shots to the back that
would cause a normal man to crumple. But Caliban is only being slowed down. And he seems to be getting angrier. Murcielago goes for a head shot! Caliban
steps aside. He catches Murcielago, lifts the man onto his shoulders and

ROB MARTINEZ: ARGENTINE FACEBUSTER! My god he just drove the man face first onto the floor!

A huge groan from the crowd, but Caliban calmly deposits his opponent back into the ring. Iago and Miranda, in the meantime, have set up a table in the
ring, and they have a command for Caliban:

BREAK HIM.

Caliban is back in the ring. He drags Murcielago to the corner where the table is set up. And now… Miranda is giving him instruction… Caliban sits Murcielago
on the top rope… Now he’s standing on the second rope… He grabs hold of the back of Murcielago’s head and

HEART Of DRAKNESS! FROM THE TOP ROPE, THROUGH THE TABLE!

And the fans seem to appreciate that move, as evidenced by the rampant “Holy Shit” chant we hear throughout the arena. Caliban covers, and Johnson makes
the count.

One

Two

Three

JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner, Caliban!

ROB MARTINEZ: Murcielago showed a lot of guts tonight. He never once backed away from his opponent, but I don’t think anyone is going to be able to stop
Caliban…

Iago laughs victoriously as Miranda leads Caliban away. Officials are now checking on Murcielago. He’s hurt, but he’s moving. he’ll live to fight another
day, but tonight he ran smack into possibly the most dangerous man in the business. The camera gives us a close-up of Caliban’s mask, where the only glimpse
of humanity we see are his eyes. Cold, dead, predatory. Be afraid…

“Take me down to the Paradise City where the grass is green and the girls are pretty!!”

This simply song lyric slithering through the speakers pops the crowd and all eyes turn towards the curtain. Iago, Miranda and Caliban also look towards
the curtain as Guns N’ Roses continue to blast. A figure hopes the guard rail and scampers up to the top turnbuckle.

It’s Warren!

He yells at Caliban who turns around just as Warren takes to the air! Caliban catches him and holds him like a dog would hold a chew toy! Samoan Drop! Warren
is writhing in pain as Caliban looms over him.

ROB MARTINEZ: Jesus Warren has more guts then brains, get this monster out of here before someone is seriously hurt!

Caliban leans down to pull Warren off the mat when the song “Thunderstruck” by AC/DC pounds the speakers.

ROB MARTINEZ: Now what?

From behind the curtain steps a figure wearing leather pants and road warrior style shoulder pads. A gold belt is strapped around his waist.

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh. My. God.

The figure steps into the ring and the audience simply looks on in stunned amazement. The Extreme Jobber Champion Joey Malone has come to kick some ass!
Malone takes off the pads, drops them to the mat and flips off Caliban! Caliban looks at Iago who shrugs his shoulders. Big boot to the face of Malone!
The Extreme Jobber Champion is laying on the mat screaming for his mother of all things!

ROB MARTINEZ: Caliban is killing everything that steps into that ring!

Iago shouts to Caliban to get another table when….

“Son Of A Bush” by Public Enemy hits the speakers! bring the noise indeed! The crowd pops as Bruce “The Beast” Richards runs out from the back, slides into
the ring and gets into the face of Caliban!

ROB MARTINEZ: This can’t end well….

Caliban starts to say something when “The Beast” pie faces him! The crowd comes unglued as a slugfest breaks out between the two men! Security and police
rush the ring amid thunderous boos and pry the men apart! Caliban breaks loose and attacks “The Beast” as it’s total chaos inside the ring! Finally the
two men (monsters?) are separated and are led from the ring to a chant of “Let Them Go! Let Them Go!”

ROB MARTINEZ: That’s it, I’m asking for hazard pay after tonight.

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JENNY JERSEY: This match is your four corners survival match! The winner of this match will receive a future shot at the REBELÊHeavyweight Championship!
“We Fall, We Fall” by Dead Celebrity Status punishes the speakers as the fans go nuts.

JENNY JERSEY: Coming to the ring first, he weighs in at 254 pounds and is one half of The DOOMriders…”SUPERSTAR” Tommy Deathrow!!!

Tommy steps though the curtain and quickly jogs his way down youtube canadian pharmacy to the ring. After rolling inside he stands up and looks ready to kick someone, anyones ass.
“I Am The Man” by Philosopher Kings plays and the cheers turn to boos as Kyle Roberts makes his way out from the back. He blows off the fans as he makes
his way to ringside. Inside the ring Deathrow is rubbing his hands together as if getting ready to lay into Mr. Roberts.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent, weighing in at 257 pounds…”Stylin’” Kyle Roberts!!!

Roberts slowly enters the ring and keeps his eyes on the self proclaimed “Walking STD” …

“When The Lights Go Out” by The Black Keys (music only) hits the speakers and the boos keep on coming.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent, weighing in at 247 pounds….”LDK” Lloyd Rees!!!

Rees steps out from the back to a hostile crowd. Not that he cares. He makes his way to the ring as Deathrow and Roberts watch his every step.

“Path” by Apocalyptica blasts through the speakers and the crowd pops big time!

JENNY JERSEY: And finally, he is the reigning NAPW Heavyweight Champion, he weighs in at 210 pounds…Ravager!!!

The most dangerous man on Earth steps out to a huge ovation from the REBEL faithful.Ê The NAPW belt is strapped around his waist as a kind of “F*ck You”
to the rest of the men in the match.Ê He makes his way to the ring with an intense look on his face and climbs into the ring.Ê All eyes are cialis advertising campaign on the NAPW
Heavyweight Champion…

Ravager steps into the ring and CRACK. Immediately headbutts Stylin’ Kyle Roberts square in the forehead, he walks over to Tommy Deathrow and CRACK, headbutts
the Superstar down, then to Lloyd Rees who fires a punch BLOCKED HEADBUTT. CRACK. DING DING DING. There’s the bell, already Ravager has floored all three
opponents with sick headbutts and he barely looks dazed. And he hasn’t even taken off his title belt yet!

Ravager takes off the NAPW title belt and tosses it aside… wait. He changes his mind. Kyle Roberts is up, turns around, Ravager charges him and connects
with the 10 pounds of gold right into the forehead. Deathrow? TEN POUNDS OF GOLD. LDK? TEN POUNDS OF SAMUEL L JACKSON APPROVED MOTHER(BLEEP)IN’ 10 POUNDS
OF GOLD.

ROB MARTINEZ: He’s been called the Shooter, the Last Resort, The White Collar Assassin, but right now I would call him Hurricane Ravager! The NAPW Heavyweight
champion has decimated the competition in the early going of this contest, and the REBEL Pro Wrestling fans are loving every minute of it!

Ravager stands alone in the center of the ring, scanning the cheering NC fans with his typical unhappy expression put in place. And now it’s on, as Ravager
roughly manhandles a busted open Stylin’ Kyle Roberts into one corner. Ravager opens up with the knife-edge chop… and that draws a thunderous WHOOOOOO
from the Carolina crowd. Roberts dances in place, Ravager whupped him good. Back into the corner for Roberts and Ravager again chops the hell out of him.
Meanwhile, Lloyd Rees and Tommy Deathrow have gotten to their feet and started in on each other. Deathrow is throwing wild but punchy rights and lefts
LDK’s way, and Lloyd is having a hard time countering. Tommy sends him into the ropes and wallops him. Then it’s time for the… locomotion? Deathrow is
gonna ride the train? Dance, dance, CHARGE — Lloyd with the low-bridge! Deathrow goes careening to the outside over the ropes. WAIT A MINUTE THE LDK
— TO THE OUTSIDE! HE CREAMS DEATHROW! FRESH WATER FLIP OVER THE TOP ROPE! LDK went hardcore high-risk here in REBEL Pro Wrestling. LDK and STD are down
on the concrete…

As in the ring, Ravager continues to methodically dismantle Stylin’ Kyle Roberts. In point of fact, it’s been all Ravager. Kyle tries to get a shot in,
only to have Ravager fire back with another headbutt or chop. Irish whip sends Kyle into the turnbuckle, but he grabs the top rope and slingshots over
a charging Ravager. Ravager himself stops short of impact, however, and he dodges Kyle’s attempt at a lariat with… chops! CHOPS! MORE CHOPS! RAVAGER
GOING BILLY BERSEK DON. YOU SEE. MY MON RAVAGER DON’T SHIV. The crowd gives up on counting, there’s just too many — Kyle Roberts chest is going to be
a softened, tenderized piece of Alberta beef right now.

Ravager steps aside, allowing the brutalized Roberts to stumble out to center-ring. Kyle, on wobbly legs, is prime picking… LAST RESORT

WAIT A MINUTE

Roberts quickly counters the Last Resort, wrenching out before Ravager could lock the fingers together — standing switch — he takes Ravager’s feet out
from underneath him! He’s going for the Bear-Tamer, can he get Ravager turned around? He can’t… so he changes tactics, catapulting Ravager through the
air and over the turnbuckle. So far, in fact, that Ravager actually clonks his forehead on the top of the ringpost and sags awkwardly atop the turnbuckle.
Kyle Roberts – red-chested, bloody faced, spitting out a tooth it looks like – stands at center-ring now.

“SMARTER THAN YOU.”

ROB MARTINEZ: You have to give Roberts credit, he had Ravager’s finisher well-scouted… and that shot of desperate adrenaline probably didn’t hurt. But
here comes Tommy Deathrow back into the ring!

What? Indeed, as soon as Kyle turns around The SUPERSTAR is right there. And he boots Kyle in the gut, DEATHROW DRIVER coming up. Not if Rees can help it!
Lloyd comes off the ropes with a brutal lariat knocking Deathrow down. And now it’s Rees and Roberts putting the boots to Tommy. Two-on-one!

ROB MARTINEZ: It looks like LDK and Stylin’ Kyle have decided to work together for the short-term… the question is who stabs who in the back first?

Hard question to answer but right now Deathrow wishes it would happen soon, because he’s not being done any favors here. LDK and Kyle hoist Deathrow up
and send him to the ropes, Kyle catches Deathrow with a Tilt-A-Whirl backbreaker… and it’s Rees immediately diving onto Tommy with a running senton as
soon as Tommy hits canvas. It’s also Rees who covers for one, two, Roberts shoves him off. Roberts pins Deathrow, one, two, Rees shoves Roberts off. Oh
ho ho, and now these two are jawing with one another. But wait, it looks like they’ve made peace, at least long enough to take Deathrow and Ravager out
of the equation…

Yeah, right. Each man has the same idea and they clothesline each other down in the center of the ring. And oh my god, RAVAGER IS STANDING ON THE TOP TURNBUCKLE!
DIVINNNNNG HEADBUTT! He NAILS Kyle Roberts, the nearer man with it. As for LDK, well… how do you put this.

You see, Tommy Deathrow has his knees around Rees head, Rees facedown on the canvas.

And he’s thrusting the man’s face back and forth into the canvas.

Yes ladies, it is indeed the phenomenon known as…

ROB MARTINEZ: TOTAL NONSTOP TOMMY!!!

Ravager shakes off the headbutt, he’s clearly been shaken up by that date with the ringpost, but he has Roberts… in The Garotte! However, at the same
time Tommy Deathrow decides to go Submission, locking Rees in the Camel Clutch! Roberts and Rees are both being punished by submission moves, the crowd
chanting “TAP TAP TAP.” WHO TAPS FIRST?

After an agonizing minute for each trapped man, Ravager and Deathrow make the simultaneous decision that this isn’t going to work out. They each release
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their holds and get up to their feet. They eye each other. Ravager with a chop! Deathrow with a punch! Chop! Punch! Chop! Punch! Punch! Punch! Deathrow
is firing off the fists of fabulous fury! Ravager, punch-drunk, misses Deathrow. This isn’t a state Ravager’s used to being in but you can’t brawl with
Tommy Deathrow. And when Ravager misses, Deathrow… holy shit.

Gets the full nelson! AND HITS A LAST RESORT!

The crowd is going bananas, Tommy just used Ravager’s own finisher against him! Deathrow goes for a cover, one, two, BOOT TO THE HEAD… by Stylin’ Kyle
Roberts. Roberts kicks Tommy in the gut brutally, and then suddenly…

He can’t!

HE IS

DEATHROW DRIVER BY KYLE ROBERTS ON TOMMY DEATHROW!

Can you believe what you are seeing? Kyle Roberts with a sick grin on his face, but what he doesn’t see is Lloyd Rees rising right behind him. Spin around
— wham! Rees hoists Kyle up… and GOOD LORD!

EMERALD FUSION!

REES HAS KYLE DOWN WITH HIS OWN FINISHER!

Nobody’s moving as Rees covers Kyle Roberts! ONE! TWO! THREEE—-

Shoulder up. Shoulder up!

ROB MARTINEZ: This crowd just had their heart’s in the collective throats, Lloyd Rees very nearly stole this match using Roberts’ own move! And now he’s
got the pick of the litter as far as who he wants to inflict damage to, nobody else is moving.

Rees indeed wants more, and he makes a point of grabbing Tommy Deathrow… one-half of the NAPW Tag Team Champions, whom Rees will be wrestling for the
gold in just a couple weeks. He lifts Tommy to the top turnbuckle and follows, going for his Wabana Buster. That one will end this match… but wait! Ravager
is up, and he’s on top behind Rees, pounding away — oh my God, Ravager is trying to german suplex Rees right off the turnbuckle! Cue Kyle Roberts to
somehow get up at the same time… he positions himself in front of the lot! POWERBOMB, GERMAN SUPLEX, SUPERPLEX! Talk about a TOWER OF DOOM! Kyle powerbombs
Ravager, who german suplexes LDK, who manages to superplex Tommy still. They’re all laid out now, except for…

Stylin’ Kyle.

And Ravager is looking like a vulnerable old…bear.

ROB MARTINEZ: These two men hate each other so much, they always have, and now Kyle Roberts is trying to break Ravager in half with the Bear-Tamer! He’s
got it locked in!

Indeed he does, and Ravager is in the middle of the ring with nowhere to go. This man has so rarely submitted in his entire career, but now a crazed, manic-eyed
Kyle Roberts is wrenching back, digging his knee into the man’s back in classic Liontamer style.

And perhaps Kyle Roberts could have gotten the submission right there.

If Lloyd Rees didn’t choose to grab him from behind for the CONCEPTION BAY CHINLOCK.

ROB MARTINEZ: The Bear-Tamer is broken, now how long can Stylin’ Kyle Roberts hold out? Rees has it cinched in!

The crowd is getting very, VERY nervous. Kyle’s hand is raised… he’s shaking… he won’t tap! He won’t! Rees gets the bodyscissors, falling backwards
to the canvas. Kyle has nowhere to go, no ropes to grab… his hand shakes! It wavers! IT BEGINS TO FALL —

And Tommy Deathrow comes FLYING off the top rope with a MOONSAULT? WTF OMG. Deathrow can’t do a moonsault! He just did, the world’s sloppiest, shittiest
but damn effective moonsault onto both Rees and Roberts. And what do you know, Deathrow is suddenly the only man up. You just cannot keep the momentum
in this contest for more than a moment, Deathrow needs to capitalize NOW…

And he does, pulling up LDK for the DEATHROW DRIVER…

DENIED.

Stylin’ Kyle nails Deathrow in the butt of the jaw with a Styleskick. And then promptly collapses. The referee looks around at four men, all down, and the
crowd is getting noisy and loud…

There’s movement.

All four men are stirring. Barely moving.

Separately — yet as one — they pull themselves up by the ring ropes. Ravager. Roberts. Rees. Deathrow. Each in a corner. Beaten, bloody, but knowing
that a title shot at the REBEL Heavyweight title is on the line. The very reason they lace up their boots: To be the man.

To be the man, you have to beat the man.

And sometimes you have to beat three men.

ROB MARTINEZ: We have a stand-off here, my goodness, the tension is so thick you could cut it with a knife… and HERE WE GO! Katy, bar the door!

The action is fast and furious, each man just trying to punish anybody in his reach with chops, punches, kicks, gouges, the works. Ravager and Kyle Roberts
end up paired up out of the chaos, Ravager more or less kicking Kyle’s sorry backstabbing ass to the delight of the fans. But he doesn’t count on a low
blow, nor does he count on a Moose Jaw Driver dropping him to the canvas! Kyle makes a cover, ONE, TWO, Rees breaks the pinfall up! He was just aware enough
to hear the ref counting and tear away from Deathrow, but STD is back over him. Deathrow looks try to the Dominator on LDK, but Rees slips out behind Deathrow.
Spin-around, toe-kick… He’s going for it! Rees has Deathrow up on his shoulders! The NISH J DROP! He connects! Covers! ONE! TWO! TH—

Roberts drives the elbow into the head of Rees, knocking the man off. Kyle with some stiff shots into Rees’ face, and generic viagra from india review then lifts the man up for the REAL
Emerald Fusion, applied by the man who has ended careers by it. But he never hits it, because it’s RAVAGER getting behind him with the LAST RESORT.

You better believe this time, it connects.

COVER ON ROBERTS ONE, TWO, TH— SAVE BY REES! Rees wants this match so bad he can taste it! Rees opens up on Ravager, blocked, HEADBUTT again by Ravager!
He’s been dishing them out like candy, kids. Ravager with a Northern Lights Suplex on Rees! ONE! TWO! And this time it’s Deathrow breaking up the pinfall!
He covers Ravager, one, two, Roberts rips him off! Instead, Roberts pulls Ravager to his feet and sends him to the ropes, Ravager reverses, Kyle stops
short. SMARTER THAN YOU —*

Ravager LARIAT. Stylin’ Kyle gets dumped to the outside. Ravager with a head of steam SUICIDE DIVE THROUGH THE MIDDLE ROPES. RIGHT ONTO ROBERTS! BOTH MEN
ARE DOWN ON THE OUTSIDE!

In the ring, however, LDK has Deathrow in a bad position. He again toe-kicks him, lifting him high in the air for a second Nish J Drop! There’s nobody in
the ring to save Deathrow… but Tommy wriggles like a fish and ends up back on his feet, back to back with LDK. MULE KICK. Rees grabs his groin as Tommy
caught him from the back-to-back position. And then:

Deathrow rams LDK’s head between his legs. He sticks his tongue out and grabs the back of Rees’ trunks, lifting up. In one swift, stump-pulling motion…
LDK learns what it is to be on the receiving end of the Deathrow Driver. Tommy hooks the leg, and it’s ONE…TWO…THREE!

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of the match by pinfall… SUPERSTAR TOMMMMMMY DEATHROOOOOWWWW!

Tommy rolls out of the ring, a shit-eating grin plastered over his bloody face. Ravager and Roberts are picking themselves up on the outside, Roberts with
a glare of hatehateHATE on his face. Rees is the only one not looking on… he’s down and out.

Nobody gets up from the Deathrow Driver.

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JENNY JERSEY: The following match is set for one fall to a finish and is for the REBEL TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP!

Referee Jimmy Johnson stands in the ring. Then Ashley MacIssac’s “The Devil in the Kitchen,” brings out the Celtic Assassins. They are wearing Four Horsemen
shirts from the days when Paul Roma was a part of the group. They let out a “woo” and show the Four Horsemen sign only to get booooooooooed! They shake
their heads as they get in the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, they weigh in at a combined five hundred sixty five pounds… “The Irish Adonis” Bobby O’Brady… “The Scottish Wrecking
Machine” Al Thoes and they are… THE CELTIC ASSASSINS!

ROB MARTINEZ: The Celt’s are trying to win over this crowd, but have failed miserably. They are of course former tag team champions in NAPW. They were also
number two on the ENN top one hundred tag teams in two thousand six. The series is tied in head to head encounters with The Foundation… but Thomas Young
and his brother Jeff James lost to them once. But this match is different, and both teams are different. This is for gold, and this is REBEL!

“The New Foundation” hits the arena sound system and the fans are cheering? Mr. B leads out Prince Darko and Thomas Young who look at the crowd in astonishment.
Darko shakes his head, and signals for a mic.

PRINCE DARKO: Don’t cheer for me. Don’t cheer for him. Don’t cheer for us. We’re not here for your love. We’re here to win and walk out with the title.
So take all them kind words and kiss our asses.

With that statement, the boos reign down, and the trio make their esteemed entrance into the REBEL ring.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing their opponents: they are accompanied by Mister B! They weigh in at a combined four-hundred seventy two pounds… Thomas Young…
Prince Darko… THE FOUNDATION!

ROB MARTINEZ: The Foundation are hungrier than ever. They have made it clear that these fans mean nothing to them, and don’t need cheers. This team has
came straight out of court, having legal issues as of late. They were number seven on the ENN top one hundred tag teams in two thousand six. They have
fought for NAPW gold and never captured it. Tonight they can finally get that monkey off their backs… if they can beat the Celt’s. It’s time for someone
to take this “Golden Opportunity” and go home champs.

Ding Ding!

Prince Darko wins rock, paper, and scissors this week, and will start the match off for The Foundation. Mister B is at ringside and isn’t a stranger to
getting involved. The Irish Adonis looks to be the man to start for the Assassins. Darko and O’Brady cirle the ring. O’ Brady with both a weight and height
advantage. O’Brady is calling for a test of strength, but Darko points to his head and says “No”. O’Brady charges at Darko and drives him into the neutral
corner. Darko is gasping for air, after the big man used his power like that. O’Brady then chops the chest of Darko, and goes “WOOO!” That gets him booed
worse than when they entered the arena.

Al Thoes asks for some action. O’ Brady takes Prince Darko and sends him into the corner of the Celts. O’ Brady follows him and nails a big clothesline.
Thoes enters the ring, and is deemed the legal man by referee Jimmy Johnson. Double Power Bomb by the Celt’s. The cover…

One…

Two…

Thomas Young with a kick to the head of Thoes. He looked like he was John Kasay of the Carolina Panthers with that kick. He drags Darko to his corner and
Young is declared legal. Young kicks the rising Thoes in the stomach and hooks the big man in a pump handle position. He tries to lift the near three hundred
pounder, but cannot. Wait! He realizes he can’t do it and changes it to an admominal stretch. He hooks on the big man, but only for a second. Thoes hip
tosses Young over, and then drops a quick elbow to the stomach of Young. He covers

One…

Two…

And the count stops with Young’s foot on the rope, and a shoulder up. Young is making sure he doesn’t get pinned. Thoes gets up and tags in O’ Brady. Young
gets up and is knocked down with a shoulder block by Bobby. Bobby goes for his Double Stomp, but Young moves. He is behind O’Brady, and rolls him up. He
has the tights.

One…

Two…

Thoes in for the save. Darko isn’t wasting anytime to get involved. He runs at the unsuspecting Thoes and RUNNING DDT ON THOES! Darko kicks Thoes out of
the ring. Young and Darko start clubbering O’Brady. Clubbering, defined by Virgil Runnels, is four fists on one body! Young picks up the two hundred seventy
five pound O’Brady, sets his upper body on the top rope. Darko hits the ropes and leapfrogs Young… it’s

PHASE 2! Young covers.

One…

Two…

Thoes in at the last second. Young gets up and clotheslines Thoes back over the top rope, to the outside. Darko is back in his corner asking to get in.
Young obliges and Darko is the legal man. O’ Brady is in a bad way. Darko sizes up the downed Celt and spring boards for his patented swanton bomb he calls
“Just Perfection.” O’Brady moves. CRASH AND BURN! Young is beside himself. Thoes is back in his corner. O’ Brady climbs close enough to Thoes and Thoes
is the legal man. Darko is up and is nailed. Young is in and gets scooped up for a POWERSLAM! Darko staggers up and POWER SUPLEX! Al Thoes is cleaning
house as The Foundation go to the outside for a time out of sorts. Everyone gets a chance to catch their breaths, as Mister B and the Foundation talk game
plan. The crowd is starting to get on the Celts side. They are cheering them loudly, until Thoes attempts to strut like Ric Flair.

And then the Boos reign in. Darko gets in the ring as Thoes tags in O’ Brady. Darko starts trash talking O’Brady. O’Brady starts trash talking back. Darko
has something pouring from his hand. Young enters the ring, O’ Brady turns his attention to him, and POWDER IN THE EYES. Darko goes for the STO, Young
with boot… it’s TOTAL CHAOS IN THE TAG TITLE MATCH!

Thoes comes in and is double drop kicked out the ring. O’Brady rolls out and is trying to clear his eyes. The Foundation is standing tall in the ring. They
flip off the crowd and get some loud boos. Darko starts jawing with a woman in the crowd. Young is back to his corner. O’Brady is in the ring and is PISSED!
Darko doesn’t know that though and he gets picked up for the Torture Rack. He is trying to snap Darko in half. Jimmy Johnson is asking him if he quits!
Thomas Young enters the ring, but so does Thoes. Young nails Thoes with a big boot. He didn’t get it all though. Thoes bounces off the ropes and rebounds
with a clothesline. Young is down. Thoes is holding his arm. Mister B is in the ring and the ref makes him leave. O’Brady drops Darko and goes after B.
Young is up but worse for wear. He busts O’Brady in the head with a double ax handle. Darko is in his corner and waits for Young to get in it. Young is
now legal.

O’Brady goes and tags in Thoes. Thoes and Young stare off. These teams are taking each other to the limit. Young and Thoes start trading punches. Thoes
gets the advantage, and knocks Young to the ground. He applies the POWER CHINLOCK!

He is getting asked if he quits and Young hangs on. Thoes cranks on it, and Young screams very loudly. Darko is nursing his back, but sees his partner on
the verge of tapping the hell out. Darko is in, hits the ropes and DOUBLE MULE KICK TO THE HEAD OF O’BRADY! Tajiri couldn’t of hit that move more precise.
Darko back to his corner. These guys are going to above and beyond their usual tolerance levels. Young with an arm over O’Brady.

One…

TWO…

Thr- Bobby shoots his shoulder up! This match continues. Young is tired.. and looking for the kill shot. He is hooking up the legs of O’Brady and it’s time
for the HOLLYWOOD DEATHLOCK! Darko goes to the outside and knocks Thoes off the apron. O’Brady is in the middle of ring with no where to go.

Jimmy Johnson is in the grill of Bobby asking him if he gives. O’Brady does a push up and crawls to the ropes a bit. Young wrenches on it harder.

O’BRADY: NNOOOOOOOOOO!

Another push up and crawl forward. He is still a few feet away from the ropes. But the ropes don’t really matter. Young doesn’t have to stop. Thoes and
Darko are throwing hands inside. Thoes gets away and is in the ring. SPEAR FROM THE SIDE BY THOES ON YOUNG!

O’Brady was almost in tapping formation. Thoes is letting the fists go on Young. Darko is in his corner. Thoes pulls O’Brady to his corner and is now the
legal man. Thoes goes after Young again, who nails him in the stomach with a boot. He goes off the ropes with and hits Thoes with a nice looking scissors
kick. The cover

One…

Not even a two count. Thoes isn’t going to go out like that. O’Brady is entering the ring. They are calling for the Celtic Crusher. Darko isn’t having any
part of that. He is in and clotheslines Bobby. He is down and rolls out the ring. Darko sizes him up and baseball slides into him knocking O’Brady into
the guard rail. The rail moved like five feet. Thoes and Young are trading punches. The crowd is going crazy for this action. Darko climbs out onto the
ring apron. He is looking at O’Brady. O’Brady is staggering with his back to Darko. Darko flips off the crowd. He jumps…

NO (BLEEP)ING WAY!

OVER AND OUT ONTO THE RAILING! HE NEARLY DECAPITATED O’BRADY. BOBBY MIGHT BE DEAD!

THAT JUST HAPPENED!!!

Darko is laying motionless on the floor. He landed in the middle of the crowd and the concrete floor was his cushion. Young just looked over to his partner.
Thoes grabs Young by the back of the head and yells

HAGGIS BUSTER… Hold the phone we got company, and he is still bleeding. He is partially bandaged up but Dio Muerte is ringside and just laid out Mister
B with a barbwire bat. Mister B is bleeding profusely. The heavily bandaged Dio is in the ring face to face with Young. Young backs up.. into AL THOES!
Dio swings like he is Barry Bonds and YOUNG DUCKS!

AL THOES TAKES A HEAD FULL OF BARBWIRE BAT! YOUNG WITH THE LOW BLOW ON DIO. YOUNG COVERS THE KNOCKED OUT THOES!

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!!

Ding Ding.

Dio Muerte has unintentionally helped the Foundation win the REBEL Tag belts. He isn’t done though. He grabs Young by the head and is cutting the hell out
of him with barbwire bat.

MY GOD THE CARNAGE! HIS FACE IS CUT UP LIKE BEEF! Dio leaves the ring extracting a little bit of revenge.

No matter what… the fact remains.

JENNY JERSEY: The winners and THE FIRST EVER REBEL TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS… THE FOUNDATION!

Darko is up and starts to celebrate. He doesn’t see Young in pool of his on blood in the middle of the ring. We’re going to have to clean this up, we have
bodies everywhere. Darko is holding the belts high… here comes security to pull Dio off of Young. Darko gloats as Dio is led away by the men, pulling
the messy Young up and giving him a title belt… what in the hell will happen next?

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

The crowd pops, it’s go time kids!

“Sowing Season (Yeah)” by Brand New hits the speakers and the outspoken MackaBEE steps through the curtain to a mixed reaction.

JENNY JERSEY: Coming to the ring first, weighing in at 252 pounds…MackaBEE!!!

MackaBEE slides into the ring and a look of intensity is etched across his face. “Harvester of Sorrow” by Metallica smashes the speakers and the crowd starts
to boo in unison.

JENNY JERSEY: And introducing his opponent, he weighs in at 287 pounds…”Big Bad” Brian Bruno!!!

Bruno glares at the fans as he makes his way down to ringside. A fan holds up a homemade sign that reads “Bruno Eats Kittens!” Bruno climbs into the ring
and starts the trash talk on MackaBEE who happily engages him.

“Even More Human Than Human” by The X-Ecutioners replaces the hard driving sound of Metallica and the crowd pops..

HUGE.

JENNY JERSEY: And introducing the third man involved in this match, he weighs in at 245 pounds…”The One Man Crimes Spree” Rex Caliber!!!

Caliber comes out from the back to a huge ovation and makes a beeline to the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: She of course didn’t mention this during the ring intros, but this match will be contested under elimination rules. Meaning simply if you
pin or make your opponent submit then they go to the back until only man is left standing! That man will become the REBEL Heavyweight Champion!

With all three men in the ring, the referee holds up the newly made REBEL Pro Wrestling Heavyweight Title above his head for all to see.

ROB MARTINEZ: That’s what it’s all about people, in a short while one of these three men will be wearing that very strap!

The referee hands the title off to Jenny Jersey and then calls for the bell! The three men stay in their respective corners eyeing each other as the crowd
start to stomp their feet with anticipation. Thirty seconds tick off and finally the trio of superstars each inch their way towards the center of the ring.
Triple collar and elbow tie up! All three men jockey for position and the advantage! Bruno rakes the eyes of Rex then lays in a back elbow to the head
of MackaBEE! A brutal chop across the chest of Rex elicits a “Wooooo!” chant from the crowd. Bruno grabs an arm of MackaBEE and shoots him into the ropes
only to find it reversed! MackaBEE hits Bruno with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker that leaves Brian gritting his teeth in pain. Rex charges MackaBEE but runs
into an inverted atomic drop! A clothesline drops Caliber to the mat and MackaBEE is firmly in the drivers seat. Bruno uses the ropes to pull himself up
to a standing base but takes a dropkick that sends him tumbling through the ropes and down to the floor below! MackaBEE is smirking down at Bruno when
Caliber sneaks up behind him and sends him sailing over the top rope to join Brian on the floor!

ROB MARTINEZ: Rex is standing tall now but will it be that way when the final bell rings?

On the outside Bruno and MackaBEE have started brawling and Rex gets an idea. Rex goes to the nearest turnbuckle, climbs to the top and launches himself
at the duo on the floor! Rex hits both men at full speed and the trio are laid out on the floor as the crowd gives Rex a happy “Holy Shit!” chant. The
trio are slow to get to their feet but Rex beats both Bruno and MackaBEE to get to a vertical base. Rex grabs Bruno and goes to whip him into the ringpost
but Brian hits the breaks and reverses it sending “the One Man Crime Spree” bouncing off the steel ringpost! Bruno turns around, takes a boot to the gut
and a suplex to the hard arena floor from MackaBEE! MackaBEE yells something to a ringside fan and he’s quickly handed a folding chair from the possibly
drunk fan. Rex is getting back to his feet when he takes a wicked chair shot across the back! The shot echoes through the Arena as Caliber drops to his
knees.

ROB MARTINEZ: Thanks to some help from the crowd MackaBEE has taken control!

MackaBEE turns and drives the chair into the gut of a rising Bruno before rolling the “Big Bad” one back into the ring. MackaBEE follows him and slams the
chair across the back of Brian Bruno before dropping it to the mat. MackaBEE squats down on his haunches and yells at Bruno to get to his feet. Bruno is
slow to do so but MackaBEE looks to be in no hurry. In a flash MackaBEE grabs Bruno from behind and goes for his “Holy MackaROLL” finisher! Bruno goes
up just as Rex Caliber reaches into the ring and pulls the legs out from under MackaBEE! Both Bruno and MackaBEE crash to the mat as “The One Man Crime
Spree” rolls inside the ring. Rex watches as MackaBEE struggles to get to his feet and then hits him with an exploder suplex! Bruno is also getting to
his feet and shoves Rex out of his way so that he can pull MackaBEE up to his feet. Animal’s Fury from Brian Bruno! Rex shoves Bruno away, pulls a battered
MackaBEE up and nails his “Planetary Collision!” The referee makes the easy three count as Bruno simply watches on.

ROB MARTINEZ: MackaBEE has just been eliminated! We’re down to Brian Bruno and Rex Caliber!

As MackaBEE rolls out of the ring, Rex Caliber is rolled up from behind by Bruno! Rex kicks out at two and the crowd lets out a collective sigh. Bruno stays
on Rex using punches and kicks to keep Caliber on the mat and off balanced. “Big Bad” Brian Bruno mounts Caliber and starts throwing stiff rights to the
head of Rex! Caliber rolls him over and now he’s the one who is throwing the heavy bombs. Bruno shoves him off and scramble sot get to his feet only to
take a running STO from “The One Man Crime Spree!” Bruno kicks out at two and rolls to the outside to get some distance between him and Caliber. Caliber
goes to the outside and takes a poke to the eyes that stops him cold. One Irish whip into the guardrails and Rex looks to be in serious trouble. Bruno
charges Rex but takes a back elbow to the head. Rex hooks his arms around Bruno and takes him up and over with a belly to belly release suplex that leaves
Brian laying in the front row!

ROB MARTINEZ: Luckily Bruno’s fall was cushioned by two fans. I smell a lawsuit.

Rex climbs over the guardrail and clubs Bruno with a big right hand. The fans part like the Red Sea as the two grapplers get into a slugfest. Rex starts
to get the better of the exchange when Bruno lashes out with a kick between the uprights that drops Caliber to the floor. With Caliber busy checking his
jewels, Bruno grabs a chair and tries his best to wrap it around the skull of his opponent! Bruno drops the dented chair and smirks at a now busted open
Rex Caliber. Bruno pulls Rex up and shoves him against the guardrail and starts to pepper him with hard right hands to the gash on the forehead as blood
pours from the wound. Bruno shoves some fans out of the way and charges at Rex only to take a backdrop over the guardrail and onto the floor! Rex pulls
himself over the railing as Bruno is using the ringpost to drag himself to his feet. Rex grabs a double handful of hair and slams Bruno’s head off the
ringpost.

ROB MARTINEZ: Bruno is busted open! Both of these men are wearing the ghastly crimson masks!

Bruno is rolled into the ring and Rex slides in behind him, his blood staining the canvas. Rex pulls Bruno to his feet and shoots him into the ropes. It’s
reversed and Bruno tags Rex with his wicked “Sack Exchange!” Both men are down and the crowd start stomping their feet and clapping. Bruno crawls over
and drapes an arm across the chest of Caliber, one, two Rex kicks out! The fans pop huge as their hometown boy is still in this battle. Bruno wipes some
blood out of his eyes and pulls Rex to his feet. A whip into the ropes and Bruno catches Rex with a bone jarring spinebuster! Another count of two and
three quarters! Bruno spots the chair left in the ring by MackaBEE earlier and crawls over to it. Bruno grabs the chair and uses it to help him stand up.
He turns around and takes a running shoulder tackle from a bloodied Rex that send both men crashing into the referee!

ROB MARTINEZ: The referee has bitten it!

The referee looks dead as a battered and bloodied Rex Caliber pulls Bruno to his feet. Bruno rakes the eyes of Rex and goes into his “Blind Rage!” Rex is
battered with stiff punches and kicks from the seemingly possessed Brian Bruno! Rex is shot into the ropes and gets nailed with a boot to the gut that
leads to a sit out powerbomb! Another referee shoots out from the back and slides into the ring!

ROB MARTINEZ: It’s over! Brian Bruno is going to win the REBEL Title!

One…

Someone slips out from under the ring!

Two…

The referee is pulled out of the ring!

ROB MARTINEZ: What the Hell!? Is that….

Standing on the outside of the ring is….

Mr. Canada?

ROB MARTINEZ: What the Hell is this? Rex Caliber is Mr. Canada! Or he was. Or…Hell, I don’t know.

Mr. Canada slides into the ring and catches a stunned looking Brian Bruno with a leg lariat! Bruno is pulled to his feet and gets hoisted up onto the top
turnbuckle. Rex Caliber is still down on the other side of the ring. “Total Annihilation!” from Mr. Canada! The masked man rolls out of the ring and hops
the guardrails vanishing into the shocked crowd!

ROB MARTINEZ: What’s going on?

The fans and the referee are shocked as well. What the Hell is going on? Rex Caliber starts to slowly move and he looks over to see a prone Brian Bruno.
Rex looks puzzled but drags himself over to Bruno and rolls him over onto his back. The referee does what he does best, one, two, THREE!!!

ROB MARTINEZ: I don’t know what the Hell just happened here but I do know one thing…Rex Caliber has just won the REBEL Heavyweight Championship!!

The referee hands the belt to a bloody Rex Caliber who holds it proudly over his head. The crowd goes nuts but there are some jeers mixed in as well.

JENNY JERSEY: Your winner…And new REBEL Heavyweight Champion…Rex Caliber!!!

The referee is explaining something to a bloody Rex and a look cialis online lloyds pharmacy of utter confusion crosses the face of the new champion.

ROB MARTINEZ: Well despite a controversial decision, we have a new champion in “The One Man Crime Spree” Rex Caliber. Jesus what a night for REBEL and what
a night for the fans who where here to see this amazing show!

Brian Bruno is back to his feet and looks at a bloodied Rex Caliber who is now strapping the REBEL Title around his waist. The look in Brunos eyes tell
the story. This isn’t over…Not by a longshot.

We end with the image of Rex Caliber hitting all four corners showing off the REBEL Title to the delight of the fans.