High Incident- 11/06/2007

11/06/2007
The clock turns to 6:35 and the Grady Cole Center in Charlotte, North Carolina, is completely sold out and the fans are definitely hyped up. The Celtic
Assassins are hard at work dealing with a few foreign fans attempting to get autographs, the duo of Ryan and Robert Rebel converse with Mark Kingston as
he advertises his new t-shirt and even REBEL World Heavyweight Champion Kyle Roberts makes a brief appearance, allowing a few watchful fans to snap pictures
with the champ.

At close to 7:00, “Purple Haze” by Jimi Hendrix sounds throughout the venue and out comes Rob Martinez and Jenny Jersey. Rob steps into the ring to begin
the much anticipated event.

ROB MARTINEZ: The first ever Pure Wrestling Match in REBEL history, a Three Way Dance for a shot at the World Tag Team Titles, a REBEL World Title Match,
and in the MAIN EVENT… A Scaffold Match for the Carolina’s Championship! Which will end TWENTY FIVE FEET ABOVE THE RING! Tonight might just prove to be
the most intimidating, bloodiest, and sadistic night in history. Tonight will see a very… HIGH INCIDENT!

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JENNY JERSEY: This match is a “Winner Gets a Shot At the Carolina’s Title” match. The rules of this match are simple, it’s a triple threat that will work
like any other elimination match. The man who doesn’t get eliminated wins the match and will face the Carolina’s champion next week, for the belt! With
no further ado, lets start this bad boy off.

Weighing at one hundred eighty pounds, standing at five feet eleven. From Napier, New Zealand.

The crowd begins to boo, they know who it is, it’s the only person from New Zealand in the REBEL roster.

JENNY JERSEY: LINK VAN HAGGARD!

BOOOOOOOOO!

Super Trooper begins to play and out pops Link Van Haggard. People shout out heavier boos, others show their hate with signs that read “Mother Fuck Link
Van Haggard!” It doesn’t bother him, he smirks it off all the way to the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: Second to the ring, from Clinton, Maryland. Standing at at a five feet eleven inches tall and a good two hundred twenty five pounds. “HIGH
OCTANE” WILL ZALUKI!

Fuel begins to roar through the speakers before Will walks through the ring ropes. The crowd stands indifferent. Will seems a bit bugged but, doesn’t let
it bother him, he tries to exchange fives with the crowd, nothing but a “Who the hell are you?”

ROB MARTINEZ: Wow…

JENNY JERSEY: Last but not least. From the beautiful city of Los Angeles, California. He’s six feet tall and weighs two hundred thirty two pounds.

Jambi begins to rev up through the arena, causing the crowd to cheer, because they know what’s next.

JENNY JERSEY: MANNY X!

Manny hops right out the curtains to a hail of cheers, he slaps fives with the fans, getting a lot of love, before sliding into the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: This match is crucial to these men. Just like Jenny said, this match can place you in contention for the Carolina’s title, or it can place
to the back of the line.

Alan Stone calls for the bell.

DING, DING, DING!

Will starts the match with a big Clothesline to both men, taking them down, hard. He walks to ropes and screams “YEAH!” at the crowd. They hit him with
a meager pop, nothing over the top, it causes him TO shake his head. Will picks up Manny X, places him into the Suplex position, Will holds him out, then
drops Manny gut first onto Link. Then he rushes onto the ropes and comes off strong with a leg drop onto Manny’s head. The crowd cheers a bit more than
before, but nothing special. Again he shakes his head. Will moves over to Manny, he picks up Manny, perhaps another Suplex, whatever he had in mind we
won’t be able to see it. Why? Manny breaks out of the hold and hits him with the Cause Of Insanity, then followed by a Cross-legged fisherman brain buster.
Will’s head makes a thunderous sound onto the mat. Manny on his way up is greeted by a two boots to the his jaw, courtesy of Link Van Haggard. Link smirks
and brushes his hair back. BOOOO! Link walks over to Will’s body and stomps his chest then places him into a Camel Clutch.

ROB MARTINEZ: Since when does Link do this?

Manny on his feet now, rushes towards Link, he steps on Link’s left knee, jumps off and decapitates Link’s head with his right shin. The crowd loves this,
they show their love, Manny bows to the crowd, and gets rolled up for it. Only a one count.

ROB MARTINEZ: Did Will really think he could get away with that?

Link spears Will, Manny gets up and stalks Link. Link back to his feet gets no time to rest, Manny hits him with a Katahajime suplex that immobilizes Link.
Manny now moves over to will, he stomps on Will’s shins then brings the poor man to his feet, DDT. Manny brings Will to his feet for a second time, Manny
whips the man into the corner. He rushes on after Will, body splashing him. Manny then connects the Unbelievably Furious Offense. Link tries to sneak up
on Manny from behind, but it backfires, Manny sends Link right into the beat up Will. Manny pulls Link off and Irish Whips him to the other corner and
goes to do more damage onto Will. He shoulder thrust once, twice, thrice, Will falls down, ass first. Manny runs over to the other corner, he Clotheslines
Link then he pulls him out of the corner and tosses him to the ground, Link slides across the mat and head first into Will’s ‘kids.’

ROB MARTINEZ: Ouch. Well Manny looks to be in complete control in this match. There’s no way something could go wrong.

Manny on his way to pick up Link gets a low blow then an eye poke and gets tossed out of the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: Never mind me on that one.

Link sets Will on the top turnbuckle, he goes for what seems to be a Superplex, but Will is fighting his way out, punches to the gut, to head, to the gut
again, finally he’s free, he pushes Link off of him, but, Link only lands on his feet and rushes back locking in the Superplex. Will lands on his back
badly, he favors his back and rolls out of the ring. Link stands up and is the only man in the ring, he raises his arms in victory, but gets rained by
more boos. He flips the crowd off. Manny tries to the enter the ring, Link baseball slides him out. Then notices Will trying to get in, he baseball slides
him as well. Manny and Will meet up on the outside, they try to plot something against Link, but the meeting gets cut short, Link dives on to outside from
the top turnbuckle. As much as the crowd hates Link, they clap for that one. The men fight to get to their feet. Link who took the less amount of the damage
out of the three gets to his feet first and rolls into the ring, Manny second, Will with his back is the last one to enter the ring. Link stands at one
end of the ring, Will and Manny stand at the other. They can finally plot in peace, they rush at Link, he has no where to go, but on to the mat after the
double shoulder tackle. They bring him back to his feet, they Double-Suplex him. The makeshift team now stomp on Link and bring him to his feet again,
Will holds from behind in a German Suplex position, Manny backs up, he’s rushing towards Link, Link low blows Will and hits Manny with a Spinebuster. He
goes for the pin.

ONE

TWO

KICKOUT!

Link pounds the mat with his fist and looks up at Will, deep into his eyes, Will hits the “Picture Perfect” Dropkick onto Link, he falls down into the mat,
where Will can pin him safely.

ONE

TWO

THRE-FOOT ON THE ROPES!

Will gets up and he tries to hit the “Picture Perfect” Dropkick again, but this time on Manny X. Will miss times the drop kick and falls landing awkward
on his head. Manny gets him into perfect position for…Gang Banging Since ’94!

ROB MARTINEZ: That’s it! He’s done.

ONE

TWO

THREE!

And out come the stretcher for Will. The EMTs prop him up nicely on the stretcher and places the neck brace on before taking him out of the arena. Manny
looks back and lets out a “DEEEEEEEEENG!” Manny moves over to Link and receives a kick to the knee, which drops Manny to one leg, Link hits the man with
a drop kick. Link then picks him and drags him towards the corner, then places him on the top rope, and hits the WTF. The ring shakes from all force and
tenacity that was placed by Link. A cover is made.

ONE

TWO

KICK OUT!

Link covers again.

ONE

TWO

KICK OUT!

Link covers again and hooks the leg.

ONE

TWO

THR-KICK OUT!

Link walks over argues with Alan Stone. “THAT WAS THREE!” “NO IT WASN’T! IF YOU DON’T LIKE IT, TO BAD!” Link pokes Alan. “I DON’T LIKE THAT TONE OF VOICE!
I WON THE DAMN MATCH!” “MOTHER FUCK YOU!” Alan shoves Link and Link walks into a Katahajime suplex. Link folds up in impact. Manny brings Link and drops
him down to the mat head first with a Reverse Russian Legsweep, it busts open Link, causing him to bleed all over the mat. Manny brings Link to his feet
and begins to rub his forehead onto the ropes, fiercely. Link screams out in pain, grimacing. Manny takes him off the ropes and sends him into the other
one, Link comes back off the ropes and into a Powerslam. Manny hooks the legs.

ONE

TWO

THR-KICKOUT!

Manny drops a leg onto Link’s chest. He picks up Link, Link taking the easy road low blows Manny and hits him with a DDT. Link stomps on Manny’s head before
going up to the top turnbuckle. It pains the crowd to even clap for Link, but that was probably the best Moonsault ever executed. Link hooks the leg.

ONE

TWO

THR- KICKOUT!

Link gets up and brings Manny up, he kicks him in the gut and hits him with a Swinging Neckbreaker. Link doesn’t got for a pin this time, it bites him in
the ass, Manny grabs hold of Link’s leg and drops him down to the mat. Manny still in hold of Link’s leg, drags him relatively close to the corner. Manny
falls back, which catapults Link to the corner face first, Manny is still holding on, Link fall back first on to Manny’s knees. Manny pushes Link off of
him before getting up. Once he’s up, Manny brings Link to his feet and sets him up for the Gang Banging Since ‘94! Link tries to fight his way out of the
hold, punches, elbows, anything, Manny finally places him down. Link tosses powder into the eyes of Manny X, Manny’s blinded and turns around, Link secures
the Pin ‘Em Win ‘Em.

ONE

TWO

THREE!

The crowd is clearly upset by this and begin to chant “FUCK LINK, FUCK LINK, MOTHER FUCK LINK!”

JENNY JERSEY: Your winner and number one contender for the Carolina’s title, LINK VAN HAGGARD!

The crowd boos even louder, tossing their sodas and pop corn into the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: Despicable, I can’t believe Link resorted to something so cheap.

Out from the back walks… Patrick Bickle? He walks up and goes over to the exiting Manny X.

PATRICK BICKLE: Manny X? You show heart, determination and a unique style, every match out. I got two matches in this fed, and my first.. I want to be against
you. Your style versus mine.. it’ll be phenomenal.

Manny X seems speechless, but reaches hand out, and Bickle shakes it.

ROB MARTINEZ: Manny X versus Patrick Bickle? You gotta be kidding me?

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The speakers explode with…fiddle music! “The Devil In The Kitchen” starts up its fiery licks, and The Celtic Assassins come out from behind the curtain
and the crowd gives them a raucous ovation.

JENNY JERSEY: The following is a non-title tag-team contest scheduled for one fall. Making their way to the ring, at a combined weight of five hundred and
sixty-five pounds…”The Scottish Wrecking Machine” AL THOES and “The Irish Adonis” BOBBY O’BRADY! THE CELTIC ASSASSINS!

The Assassins slap a few fives but are obviously keeping their minds on business as they climb into the ring and wait for their opponents. Al Thoes is trying
his best not to look bothered by the “IT’S RAINING MEN!” sign being held up in the front row. But suddenly, Curtis Mayfield busts out with “Superfly”,
and his attention is focused directly on the two men coming out from the back.

JENNY JERSEY: And their opponents, weighing in at four hundred and ninety-eight pounds. They are the current REBEL Pro World Tag Team Champions! ASSMAN
and DOCTOR TITTYLOVER! T-N-A!

The fans cheer even louder for their beloved champs. A few women try to stroke Dr. Tittylover’s zebra-print jacket, and he obliges and strokes a few things
of theirs as well. Assman strikes a pose with his hands on his hips at the bottom of the ring, waiting for his partner to separate himself from the adoring
ladies. The two men slide into the ring, give their belts to Jenny, and then all four men go to their corners. Assman and O’Brady approach the middle of
the ring; they start things off with a friendly handshake and then the bell rings. Oh, it’s on.

O’Brady tries to grab Assman right off the top, but Assman side steps the big man and gives him an axe handle to the lower back. O’Brady stumbles, and Assman
bounces off the far ropes going for a bulldog, but O’Brady turns around and grabs him right out of the air! O’Brady, giving Assman a firm squeeze in the
center of the ring, and then brings him down HARD with a bodyslam! Here’s the cover, one, two, kickout. O’Brady lifts Assman up and whips him into the
far ropes, but there’s no rebound as Assman grabs a hold of the ropes. He turns around and wiggles his butt at O’Brady, taunting him, and O’Brady charges
after him. Which is exactly what Assman wanted. He drops to the ground and pulls the top rope down with him, and the lumbering monster O’Brady tumbles
right out of the ring! Assman rolls out of the ring as O’Brady’s getting to his feet, and puts him right back down again on the floor with a neckbreaker.
Now O’Brady’s having a hard time getting up, and Assman climbs up on top of Rob Martinez’s table.

ROB MARTINEZ: Careful of the notes, Trey!

Assman leaps off the table and drives his knee right into O’Brady’s soft underbelly. O’Brady’s hurting bad, and Assman looks like he’s going to be delivering
a lot more damage to the Irish Adonis…but Al Thoes, coming around from the Assassin’s corner, looks like he’s got other ideas on his mind. Thoes grabs
Assman and gives him a BRUTAL chop to the chest, sending him stumbling back to the ring apron. Thoes helps O’Brady to his feet and helps him get back into
the ring, then turns his attention back to Assman. He gives the man another brutal chop – the crowd lets loose with the appropriate “WOOOO!” – and hurls
him back into the ring. Thoes heads back to his corner — OH MY GOD TITTYLOVER WITH A FLYING PIMP TO THE OUTSIDE!

ROB MARTINEZ: I don’t know what that crazy bastard is on, but it’s sure as hell entertaining! Tittylover and Thoes are in a HEAP on the apron and it’s Assman
and O’Brady in the middle of the ring again!

Assman’s prone on the ground, and O’Brady goes to work. He locks on a front face lock, and it’s time for the rapid knee strikes. One, two, three, four,
FIVE knee strikes to the back of Assman’s head, and Thoes flips him over to try for another pin. One, two, thr–KICKOUT! Assman’s down but he’s not out,
and O’Brady tosses him to the far ropes and follows up with a clothesline–DUCKED! Assman rebounds off the ropes! BULLDOG ON O’BRADY! Both men are down
on the ground and Assman’s hurt but trying to get to his corner. O’Brady’s on his way to tag in Thoes as well. Both men…crawling…so slowly…the crowd’s
cheering them both on…Assman finally makes contact with Tittylover, who enters the ring with a cry of “SHAZAM, BITCHES!” The crowd goes nuts and O’Brady
lifts his hand to tag in Thoes…but he’s not there! He’s taken longer to get up from that suicidal shoulder block of the mad Doctor’s and he’s climbing
the ring steps as Tittylover grabs O’Brady by the leg and drags him away from the corner! Tittylover gives O’Brady a couple of kicks to the back of the
head, and then locks on the Mothership Connection! O’Brady’s groaning, reaching out for the ropes that are WAY too far away; Tittylover’s howling obscenities
and WRENCHING back on O’Brady’s neck. O’Brady, realizing how far away he is from the ropes, puts his hand down on the mat –

But not to tap out! He grits his teeth and puts his other hand out, then he PUSHES with all his might! AND HE DOES IT AGAIN! O’Brady is doing PUSHUPS with
a crazy pimp on his back! The crowd is going CRAZY! Tittylover’s eyes widen and he starts losing his balance, so he loosens his grip, and on the third
pushup he lets go completely! Tittylover’s back to his feet quickly, and rushes to the far ropes to come back at O’Brady with Bootzilla, but O’Brady’s
charging at Tittylover too! There’s a SICK COLLISION in the middle of the ring, and once again members from both teams are collapsed in the center of the
ring. For one, two, three seconds there’s no sign of movement at all. Then, at four, O’Brady starts crawling to his corner. Tittylover’s doing nothing
but twtitching, and Assman’s SHOUTING at him to try and wake him up. But as he finally starts getting to his feet, O’Brady’s made the HOT TAG!

ROB MARTINEZ: I’D SAY SOMETHING WITTY BUT THE CROWD IS SO LOUD I CAN’T EVEN HEAR MYSELF THINK!

Thoes RUSHES at Tittylover and NAILS him with a power clothesline that nearly knocks him out of his boots! He lifts him up–POWER SUPLEX! Tittylover’s looking
as hazy as he does late on a Friday night, and Thoes lifts him up for a HAGGIS BUSTER! There’s the cover, one, two, ASSMAN WITH THE SAVE! Assman clubs
Al Thoes on the back of the neck and rushes back to his corner before O’Brady can say anything about it. Thoes shoots a glare at Assman–Tittylover surprises
him with a roll-up! One, two, Thoes kicks out! And now both men are in the middle of the ring, staring each other down. There’s the lock up! Despite Thoes’
weight advantage Tittylover’s the advantage, and he whips the big Scotsman into his corner–reversed! Tittylover slams into his own turnbuckle and he knocks
Assman off the apron! Thoes whips Tittylover across the ring and back to the Assassin’s corner! There’s the tag! Thoes sets up Assman for another Haggis
Buster–but O’Brady comes off the top rope! CELTIC CRUSHER!! Thoes with the cover! One, two, Assman sliding into the ring but it’s too late, THREE!

JENNY JERSEY: Here are your winners…THE CELTIC ASSASSINS!

Thoes and O’Brady are soaking in the crowd’s adoration in the center of the ring as TNA walk up the aisle, looking back at the Assassins with surprise.
Al Thoes climbs out of the ring to high-five a fan wearing an “IF It’s Not Scottish, It’s CRAP!” t-shirt, as O’Brady stands on the turnbuckle pointing
out at the fans.

ROB MARTINEZ: The underdog Celtic Assassins with a win here tonight, and even though TNA were the favorites coming in the fans would have been happy with
a win from either of these teams–OH MY GOD!

Some fan has leapt over the barricade and has LAID OUT Al Thoes with a steel chair! Wait a second, that’s no fan! It’s Donovan Astros in a black baseball
cap and hooded sweatshirt! He gives Thoes another wallop with the chair for good measure, and then rushes up the aisle and out the exit before O’Brady
can get to him.

ROB MARTINEZ: Is Donovan Astros trying to send the Assassins’ ally Kyle Roberts a message here tonight?

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“Attack” by 30 Seconds to Mars hits the speakers and it booms throughout the building.

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is set for one fall. Making his way to the ring at six-foot nine inches and weighing in at three hundred
fifty pounds and hailing from Middletown, New Jersey…KRENSHOV!!!

As KRENSHOV exits from behind the curtain he receives a good pop from the crowd. He begins walking to the ring, and he is wrapped in a chain. This is an
intimidating weapon, it’s wrapped around his torso and up around his shoulder. The left over chain is wrapped down his right arm and the last bit of it
is wrapped tightly around his fist. KRENSHOV looks determined to win this match, in a very sadistic way.

ROB MARTINEZ: KRENSHOV has that chain with him because Thomas Young used a chain to beat him one year ago. I can only guess what he’s going to do with that
chain, but he has been saying that his statements are not empty ones; he will follow up on his promises.

JENNY JERSEY: And introducing his opponent, standing six foot four inches and weighing in at two hundred forty-five pounds and hailing from Hollywood, Florida…THOMAS
YOUNG!

“All that Remains” blasts through the speakers and Thomas Young walks out to the ring, as the arena is flooded with boos. Young never looks off KRENSHOV
as he heads to the ring, the boos are not effecting him at all.

ROB MARTINEZ: There is nothing but bad blood between these two men. They have quite a history and it has simply resurfaced this week. All week these two
men have been back and forth, and the bad blood between them has not gotten any better, only worse.

Thomas Young gets into the ring as KRENSHOV stares a hole through him. The two men walk towards the center of the ring and the referee calls for the bell
to be rung.

The two men circle each other briefly and KRENSHOV, with the chain still wrapped around him, makes the first strike and lands a big right hand sending Thomas
Young staggering back. He does not wait for Young to come stumbling forward though, he lunges right back at him sending Young into the turnbuckle and begins
landing a fury of rights and lefts to the body and to the head. Young is already noticeably in pain from taking several shots to the ribs from the chain.
KRENSHOV takes Young out from the corner and Irish Whips him into the ropes; he leans back and against the ropes and nails a HUGE big boot on Thomas Young
off the rebound. Young is laid out in the middle of the ring; KRENSHOV is dominating the match early on. He goes down to the mat and the ref gets down
to make a count, that’s not the case. KRENSHOV takes some of the chain off of himself, giving him some slack, he then picks Young up off of the canvas
and begins to choke him with the chain!

ROB MARTINEZ: Kenny is dead set on winning this match. He said he was going to use the chain and so far he has fulfilled his promise! Thomas Young is starting
to look blue!

KRENSHOV lets him go and Young falls to the mat, he goes in for a pin.

ONE!

TWO!

Kick out after two from Thomas Young, who begins to get to his vertical base. Facing each other, KRENSHOV puts the chain around Young’s neck, however, this
time he is not being choked. Thomas Young, expecting to be choked again, sends a few right hands to the face of KRENSHOV and then sends a swift kick to
his gut doubling over the big man. Young then gives KRENSHOV a knee to the head, and then lands a big DDT! KRENSHOV is down and Young begins unraveling
the chain from his body. He now has the chain in his hand and begins whipping KRENSHOV with it!

ROB MARTINEZ: I think that bringing that chain could be a bad decision on Kenny Krenshov’s part. Young is beating him with that chain.

KRENSHOV is laying on the mat writhing in pain after each time the cold, hard steel chain smacks against his body. Young goes down to the mat and sits KRENSHOV
up; he then wraps the chain around his neck and begins to choke him! Thomas Young is yelling at KRENSHOV as he pulls on the chain. Young continues yanking
on that chain, but now KRENSHOV begins to get up. He gets to one knee, Young’s grip on the chain begins to loosen, he makes it to his feet and the chain
slips from Young’s hands completely. Thomas Young rarely looks afraid, however right here he looks shocked that KRENSHOV is standing. He begins to lay
in rights and lefts to the big man’s body, and KRENSHOV merely shoves him to the mat. He then picks up the chain and again wraps it around his fist. He
grabs Thomas Young by his hair and begins to hammer him with right hands to the face. One, two, three, four, and Thomas Young is split wide open. KRENSHOV
lets go of Young, and Young falls to the canvas and his bloody mask for a face stains the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: Kenny Krenshov is dismantling Thomas Young. That chain appears to be Young’s worst nightmare this time around.

KRENSHOV now begins to whip Thomas Young with that chain. The chain hits his skin and Young lets out a scream. KRENSHOV continues to whip Young’s ribs,
over, and over, and over. He stops whipping Young and begins to lay in stomps to his ribs. Young tries to escape by rolling away, but to no avail, KRENSHOV
continues to be on the offensive. He goes down to the mat and grabs Thomas Young by the hair again, this time he does not have the chain wrapped around
his fist, and he wraps the chain around Young’s neck choking him, and at the same time he lays in right hands to Thomas Young’s bloodied face. KRENSHOV
releases the chain and goes for a cover. Referee Dale McDonald gets down to make the count.

ONE!

TWO!

TH-FOOT ON THE ROPES!

ROB MARTINEZ: Thomas Young is battered, but he still has the awareness to know where he is in the ring and how to use the ropes.

KRENSHOV punches the mat, stands up, and the kicks Young’s foot off of the rope. He picks up Young and whips him into the turnbuckle. KRENSHOV takes his
time as he walks over to the slumped Young. He grabs him by the hair and tries to land a right hand to the face but Thomas Young blocks it and lands a
right hand of his own. KRENSHOV tries for another right hand, and another block and right hand returned from Thomas Young. Young gets out of the corner
and lands several more hard right hands sending KRENSHOV staggering backwards. He gives KRENSHOV a boot to the stomach, doubling him over. Young hits the
ropes and lands a HUGE BIG BOOT TO THE FACE! That move sends KRENSHOV to the mat. Thomas Young goes to the outside and picks up a steel chair. He gets
back in the ring and flashes the chair to the fans and receives a wave of boos.

KRENSHOV begins to get to his feet; his is on one knee and is holding the ropes. Young walks over to KRENSHOV and nails him in the head with a powerful
chair shot that echoes throughout the building. KRENSHOV is still on one knee though. Young looks surprised, so he hits him again with an even more powerful
shot to the head. This one sends KRENSHOV to the mat splitting him open. Thomas Young takes the chair and throws it down in the middle of the ring. He
then walks over to KRENSHOV and picks him up. Young brings him over to the middle of the ring. He gives KRENSHOV a kick to the stomach and lands a HUGE
EXPLODER DDT ON THE CHAIR!

ROB MARTINEZ: THAT HAS TO BE IT! IT’S OVER! IT’S OVER!

Thomas Young goes for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

THRE-KICK OUT!

Right as Dale McDonald’s hand came down for the three count KRENSHOV kicked out. Thomas Young looks up at the referee in shock and anger, and he smacks
the mat three times. Dale McDonald simply looks at Young and tells him he kicked out. Thomas Young has a look in his eyes now that is not good. He looks
sadistic now, similar to the look that was in KRENSHOV’s eyes at the beginning of the match. KRENSHOV is lifted up off of the mat and Young tries to kick
in the stomach again, trying to set up for the Shades of Death. KRENSHOV grabs his foot and hits Young with a HUGE CLOTHESLINE! Both men are bloodied,
battered, exhausted, and are on the mat. KRENSHOV crawls over to the ropes and uses them to help him get to his vertical base. Young is on the other side
of the ring trying to use the rope to get up. Who can make it to their feet first? KRENSHOV does, and he has the chair! Thomas Young makes it to his feet,
and he has the chain!

ROB MARTINEZ: This could be interesting!

Young makes his way over to KRENSHOV and tries to whip him with the chain, KRENSHOV ducks. The chain passes Kenny Krenshov and then he uses the chair on
Thomas Young and hits him with a thunderous shot to the head! Young staggers backwards and falls against the ropes. KRENSHOV walks over to Thomas and he
still has the chair in hand. Young is leaning against the ropes, and KRENSHOV hits him with another HUGE chair shot to the head sending Young out of the
ring! KRENSHOV follow Young out of the ring. He whips him into the stairs to the ring and Young lets out a wail. KRENSHOV slams Thomas’ head into the stairs
and then picks him up above his head like a military press. KRENSHOV then drops Thomas Young ribs first ACROSS THE BARRICADE! Young lets out yet another
scream in pain. KRENSHOV then rolls him back into the ring, and slides into the ring. The crowd cheers for KRENSHOV who goes down to the mat to try and
make a pin.

ONE!

TWO!

THRE-YOUNG JUST GETS A SHOULDER UP!

ROB MARTINEZ: How did Thomas Young kick out?!

KRENSHOV looks noticeably frustrated and downright pissed off. Both men are spent, but KRENSHOV is not going to walk out of this building, or even this
ring, without winning this match. He steadily gets to his feet, Thomas Young hoists himself up using the ropes. Young gets to his feet and leans against
the ropes using them to help hold himself up. KRENSHOV walks over to him and set up for the Total Eclipse. A boot to the stomach of Young, and KRENSHOV
lifts him up in the air. Thomas Young counters! He falls to his feet behind KRENSHOV and he goes for the roll-up pin! No, he sets up for the HOLLYWOOD
DEATHLOCK!

ROB MARTINEZ: CAN HE LOCK IT IN?

Thomas Young locks it in! KRENSHOV crawls towards the ropes, reaching out. Thomas Young pulls the big man away from the ropes and to the center of the ring.
KRENSHOV again makes his way to the ropes, he’s not going to get there, and he knows it. Since he’s not getting to the ropes he just uses his powerful,
long legs and forces Young off of him breaking the hold. KRENSHOV gets up and so does Young. Young comes running at KRENSHOV right into a HUGE POWERSLAM.
KRENSHOV gets up and begins stomping away at Thomas Young’s ribs. He then walks over to the chain and picks it up, he wraps it around his fist again. He
picks up Thomas Young and Irish Whips him into the turnbuckle, he then follows it up with a big running splash! Young is dazed in the corner and KRENSHOV
refuses to let him breath for even a second. He is still on the offensive, and is battering Young’s ribs with lefts and rights, his right hand with the
chain. Young is writhing in pain as his ribs were softened up earlier this match. He then sends several hard shoulders into Young’s ribs. KRENSHOV has
that look in his eyes like he did at the beginning of this match. He goes away from the ribs and back to bloodying Young’s forehead with right hands with
the chain.

KRENSHOV throws Thomas Young out of the corner and he falls to the mat. KRENSHOV signals to the crowd that this match is over. He picks up Thomas and puts
him in a BEAR HUG!

ROB MARTINEZ: Thomas’ ribs were softened up a whole lot in this match, and I can only believe that Kenny Krenshov knew that it would come down to this one
maneuver at the end of the match.

KRENSHOV has it locked in and Thomas Young is being thrashed back and forth in this bear hug. Thomas screams in pain as his ribs have sustained much damage
throughout the match. The referee, Dale McDonald, checks on Thomas Young, he is motionless in KRENSHOV’s huge arms. KRENSHOV begins thrashing him about
again. Young is still in a great amount of pain as he is being clutched in this hold. KRENSHOV takes Young and SLAMS HIM TO THE CANVAS! KRENSHOV GOES FOR
THE PIN!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of the match, KRENSHOV!

ROB MARTINEZ: IT’S OVER! WHAT A BRUTAL MATCH, KENNY KRENSHOV WINS IT! Young is on the mat gripping his ribs, he sustained much damage as did KRENSHOV, but
ultimately KRENSHOV won the match.

KRENSHOV walks over to Thomas Young and scoops him up off of the match and props Thomas Young up in the corner. Smiling sadistically, KRENSHOV smacks Thomas
on the chest and says “It’s done, now we’re even.” He then exits the ring to a huge ovation from the crowd. KRENSHOV is still bloody, as is Thomas Young,
who is now slumped down in the corner. KRENSHOV heads to the back, and shortly after that Young rolls out of the ring holding his ribs. Young is immersed
in a sea of boos as he gingerly walks back to the locker room.

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“Gimme Back My Bullets” hits, and you better believe the southern crowd gets on their feet for the Raleigh natives!

JENNY JERSEY: The next match is a tag team Three-Way Dance! Introducing first at a total combined weight of four-hundred and ten pounds… Ryan and Robert,
the REBEL BROS!

The Bros hit the ring and look ready for action, slapping each other on the chests. Man up. The music cuts off, replaced my “My Old Kentucky Home.” Crowd
gives a mixed reaction, which becomes more boos as the big man Matthew comes out. He half-drags the eye-candy Mandy to the ring as Johothan follows.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing next, at a total combined weight of five-hundred and sixteen pounds! Accompanied to the ring by Mandy, they are “American Nightmare”
Matthew Kurtis, “The Bluegrass Heart-Throb” Jonothan Kurtis… the BLUEGRASS MAFIA 2.0!

Watch out Jenny, this one isn’t waiting to get started! Robert and Ryan slide out of the ring and charge the BGM before the bell even sounds! Jenny bails
from the ring and the referee shrugs, ringing for the bell. WATCH OUT! Ryan Rebel grabs Jonothan Kurtis EXPLODAAAAAAAA! RIGHT ON THE CONCRETE! Robert Rebel
isn’t having the same luck with Matthew Kurtis. Robert jumps at Matt, caught, slammed SPINE-FIRST onto the guardrail! Oh my God! Ryan from behind! Dumps
Matt into the front row as the fans scatter. Ryan is in the ring… SPRINGBOARD SHOOTING STAR PRESS INTO THE THIRD ROW!

Shame Matt got the hell out of the way. Ryan takes out chairs and lands in a heap as the crowd chants “HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT!” Matt grabs a steel chair and
tees off on a rising Robert, good frigging lord. How you like him now? Matt tosses a bleeding Robert back to the aisle-way, following over. He tosses his
man into the ring. Jonothan, holding his neck, is back up… what’s this? Matt slams his man down, Jonothan hits a 450 splash! Yikes! No cover though,
instead Matt roughly yanks the man up, putting Robert on his shoulders! Jonothan back up to the top rope, it’s going to be a KURTIS KRUSHER Doomsday Device…
ROB MARTINEZ: Hold the phone! Here come the CABS! Steven Wylde from behind on Matthew Kurtis! He just clipped the big man’s knee ACE! Ace Adams just shoved
Jonothan all the way to the floor! Wait a minute, Ace in the ring, he has Robert in a bearhug, watch out for Ace — Robert Rebel, Censor THIS! Wylde covers
one, two, three!

JENNY JERSEY: The Rebel Brothers. have been eliminated from the match!

ROB MARTINEZ: The fans here in Charlotte do NOT like that! CABS just stole the pinfall after Bluegrass Mafia did all the work … and uh oh. The big Matt
is up!

Up he is! Ace sics Wylde on Matt, charge BIG BOOT. Good lord! Matt Kurtis wants Ace Adams, and while the crowd aren’t huge “Nightmare” fans, they sure as
hell love seeing Ace Adams get his! Ace begging off, trying to reason with Matt… and then ROSIE CHEEKS attacks Matt from behind!

Uh.

Matt doesn’t even notice.

Rosie jumps up on Matthew’s back and tries to choke him out, but he casually bends forward and dumps her on her ass. Rosie, shocked, gets up and starts
chewing out Matt SLAP. She just slapped Matthew Kurtis on the face! The smirk leaves Matt’s face, but before HE can do anything!

MANDY IS IN THE RING!!!

ROB MARTINEZ: CATFIGHT! CATFIIIIIGHT! CAAAATFIIIIIIGHT!

Mandy slaps Rosie Cheeks! Rosie slaps Mandy! THEY ATTACK! Mandy and Rosie Cheeks rolling around the canvas as Matt looks on in amusement. Ace isn’t so pleased,
yelling at Rosie — Jonothan, from outside, grabs Ace’s leg and pulls him to the outside! Ace and Jono going at it! In the ring, Matt finally has had
enough and pulls both women up, trying to keep them apart — good luck! Matt pushes his woman aside and then… puts Rosie Cheeks over his knee! Oh dear
God. The fans go crazy! Wrestling Fans: All about the sexism! Let’s go to Rob Martinez for this epic call!

ROB MARTINEZ: Well… after that spanking, she certainly will have “rosy cheeks!”

Thanks Rob, always good for the obvious statement that everybody is thinking but nobody says. But that’s enough games. Matt dumps Rosie out of the ring
semi-gently and turns back to Steven Wylde. Wylde has recovered though, firing a shot in the mid-section! Wylde hooks his man up, he’s going to try a Fisherman’s
Brainbuster on Matthew Kurtis… nothing doing. Matt refuses to go over, then HAMMERS Wylde down with a big forearm shot. Wylde stumbles off, hits the
ropes for some momentum RIGHT INTO A SPINEBUSTER THAT SHAKES THE RING! Matt says it’s over, runs to the ropes for his Yakuza Kick — and tumbles out the
hard way as Ace pulls down the top rope! The big man lands hard! Ace grabs Jonothan Kurtis and rolls him into the ring, Jonothan looks dazed, Ace must
have done a number on him outside the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: I’m not entirely sure what went on… but I think Adams nailed the Fully Censored maneuver on the concrete! Jonothan is dazed, wait a minute,
here it comes again! Censor THIS! Not again! Matt trying to get in the ring, Wylde kicks him in the face! One, two, three! Can you believe it?

JENNY JERSEY: Bluegrass Mafia have been eliminated, the winners of the match… C.A.B.S.!

C.A.B.S. head out, joined by Rosie as they head up the aisle. Rosie looks mortified from the spankings, but Ace is grinning like an evil genius. Matt checks
on Jonothan, he doesn’t look happy. He NEVER looks happy, but that’s besides the point.

ROB MARTINEZ: Like them or hate them, C.A.B.S. just took this match in two straight falls. They earn a REBEL tag team title shot, and boy, Team TNA is going
to have to watch out for these conniving “watchdogs.

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JENNY JERSEY: This match is scheduled for one fall, and will be contested under PURE HONOR rules! Meaning that each man will have three rope breaks throughout
the match. Once all three rope breaks are used, the ropes are in play. You get a warning for using a closed fist. A second closed fist, and you lose a
rope break. If you have no rope breaks and you throw a punch, you will be disqualified. There is a strict twenty count outside the ring…

The fans are getting restless already, with someone shouting “Let the fight already!”

JENNY JERSEY: And now, the competitors!

ROB MARTINEZ: These two men will have to work very hard tonight to win this crowd over.

A brief cheer, until the Wu Tang Clan starts up..

JENNY JERSEY: First, making his way to the ring area, from Manhattan, New York, weighing in at two hundred and ninety pounds. he is accompanied by Enzo.
Ladies and gentlemen: Murcielago!

Loud boos for the former Carolinas champion. However, his opponent is liked even less.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent, representing NAPW. He hails from Staten Island, New York, and weighs in at two hundred and thirty five pounds! Ladies and
gentlemen: “Simply Wrestling” Andrew Rossi!

The fans in Charlotte manage to drown out Metallica. Rossi makes his way to the ring, looking slightly beat up after the House of Horrors last week, but
still ready for a fight. The two men meet centre ring, and referee Dale McDonald makes sure the wrestlers remember the rules of the match. He rings the
bell, and the two men lock up. Rossi gets a headlock, which Murcielago pushes out of. Rossi hits the ropes, and runs into a shoulder block. Rossi goes
down, Murc covers, but only gets a one count. Rossi to his feet, manages a hip toss on Murc, then slaps on an armbar. Rossi keeps Murc center ring, away
from the ropes, and pulls back on the arm. Murcielago tries to roll out of it, but Rossi keeps his grip. Murc tries to turn onto his side to lessen the
pressure, but Rossi turns with him, keeping the hold tight. The fans are getting restless, as Rossi tries to wear down, rather than pummel his opponent.
ROB MARTINEZ: Great mat wrestling by Rossi. He’s showing sound technical knowledge here. But REBEL fans expect something a bit different from their matches…
Murcielago finally breaks out of the armbar, and throws a punch at Rossi! This gets a brief cheer, but then McDonald gets in Murc’s face…

JENNY JERSEY: Murcielago has been issued a warning for using a closed fist!

Boos. A lot of them. Murcielago rolls his eyes as he turns around, and gets a headlock takedown from Rossi! Rossi smirks and tightens his hold on Murc’s
head, slowing things down even more. A “Boring” chants starts. Rossi shouts out: “It’s called wrestling, jackasses!” as he tries to squeeze the life out
of his opponent. Murcielago grabs a handful of tights and pulls Rossi back into a pinning situation! One.. two… Rossi kicks out of it, and keeps the
headlock applied! Murc tries the same tactic again! One.. two.. Rossi kicks out, and keeps the hold applied! Murcielago pushes to his feet, Rossi keeps
a hold on things, until Murc thrusts his fist into Rossi’s back!

JENNY JERSEY: Murcielago has been penalized his FIRST Rope break!

Murcielago looks annoyed at losing his rope break, and frustrated with how things are going. Rossi gets his bearings and comes after Murc…

CRACK

Murcielago with a stiff palm strike- perfectly legal, that finally gets a pop from the fans. He follows up with a side slam, driving Rossi into the mat.
While Rossi is down, Murc drops a knee across the small of Rossi’s back! Rossi yells in pain…

then Murcielago slaps on a surfboard stretch.

ROB MARTINEZ: That’s not what the fans want to see.

Indeed, the wrestling is sound, but most people here came to see hardcore wrestling, in particular a scaffold match. What they’re getting right now? Is
not what they’ve been waiting for. More boos and “boring” chants, as Murcielago works the back of Rossi. Rossi tries to fight out of it, rather than use
a rope break, but Murc has a size and strength advantage, which is working well here. Rossi finally manages to slip free of the hold, only to get hauled
back up and spinebustered to the mat! Murc covers! One.. two.. Rossi gets a foot on the ropes!

JENNY JERSEY: Andrew Rossi has used his FIRST rope break!

ROB MARTINEZ: These men are even up now, each having lost one rope break!

Rossi holds his back as he rises, only to be bent over by a boot to the gut, then picked up for a powerbomb! Murcielago ready to drive Rossi through the
ring… Rossi reverses with a hurricanrana! Murc hits the mat, Rossi quickly hits the ropes, and comes off with an elbow drop. He covers! One… two…
Murcielago kicks out! Rossi with a stiff kick to the head of Murc, then hits the ropes again and nails a rising Murc with a lariat! Murcielago falls to
one knee, allowing Rossi to slap on the Painkiller! He pulls back on the arm, and Murcielago instinctively reaches for the ropes…

JENNY JERSEY: Murcielago has used his SECOND rope break!

Enzo is beside himself, and Murcielago looks seriously pissed off right now. Rossi has a smirk on his face as he tries to get another hold locked in…
CRACK

A perfectly legal headbutt from Murcielago. Rossi is rocked hard, and Murc attacks. Enzo yells out encouragement (and reminds him not to punch) as Murc
DDT’s Rossi to the mat. A cover only gets two, as Rossi has enough to kick out. Keeping the advantage, Murc hauls Rossi back up and drops him back down
with a belly to belly suplex. Again Murc goes for a cover, and again only gets two. Rossi tries to crawl out of the ring, but gets dragged back to centre.
Murcielago tries to hyper extend Rossi’s knee, but Rossi manages to get a boot to Murc’s gut. Murc lets go of Rossi’s leg, allowing Rossi to get to his
feet, and nail a… Murc counters a Super Kick attempt, locking on a chokeslam! Rossi driven to the mat! Murcielago covers! One… two… Rossi with a
foot on the bottom rope!

JENNY JERSEY: Andrew Rossi has used his SECOND rope break!

ROB MARTINEZ: Rossi knows the rules inside and out, and he’s very stingy with his rope breaks, so you know Murc would have had him there!

Small comfort for Murcielago, who waits for Rossi to get to his feet, then EXPLODES on him with a clothesline! Rossi knocked flat on his ass, and Murc doesn’t
let up. He drags Rossi to his feet, and whips him into the turnbuckles! He follows him in with an elbow, then lays in with forearm smashes! The crowd cheers
a bit as Murcielago unleashes an unmerciful barrage! McDonald tries to break it up, but is ignored. He starts the count. One… two… three… four…
five… Murcielago won’t let up…

JENNY JERSEY: For ignoring the referee, Murcielago has been penalized his FINAL rope break!

Murcielago tries to argue his way out of it, but to no avail. Ropes breaks are unavailable to him now.

So that means he has to win this fast. Rossi pulls himself up with the ropes, only to be booted to the gut and slammed into the turnbuckles. Murcielago
with a stiff chop! And another. And another! He hits one more before McDonald gets to five, and backs away. Rossi staggers out of the corner, and gets
powerbombed to the mat! Murcielago with a cover! One… two… Rossi barely gets a shoulder up! Enzo is a bit incredulous at this, but Murcielago seems
to take this as a sign he needs to punish Rossi more. He hauls Rossi up for another powerbomb… Rossi tries to fight his way out of it… he thinks twice
of using his fists, but tries to rana him again… Murc snaps him back up… Rossi tries to go over and roll him up… Murc grabs him by the throat and
hauls him back into position again… Rossi tries to grab the ropes… Murc turns away and drives him into the mat with DEFCON 1! Murcielago with a cover!
ONE!!

TWO!!

THR- ROSSI with his foot on the ropes!

JENNY JERSEY: Andrew Rossi has used his LAST rope break!

ROB MARTINEZ: Neither man has any rope breaks left! They both have to be very careful from here on out!

Indeed, Murcielago drags Rossi away from the ropes, and sets him up for the Drop Top! He has Rossi up… Rossi slips out of it, and drops behind Murc, and
garbs the Heel Hook! Rossi trying to lock it in! Murcielago uses his free leg to kick Rossi in the face and break the hold! Rossi stumbles back, and Murc
flattens him with a roaring elbow! Rossi hits the mat hard, Murc wastes no time and hauls Rossi back up for the Drop Top! Rossi grabs the top rope. Murcielago
tries to pull him off, but Rossi is holding on for dear life! Rossi finally loses his grip and Murc pulls away hard, but stumbles! Rossi slips out of Murc’s
grip and

SUPER KICK!

Murcielago is stunned, and knocked flat! Rossi with the cover!

One!

Two!

Murcielago with his foot on the bottom rope – that’s no good now!

THREE!

JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner: “Simply Wrestling” Andrew Rossi!

ROB MARTINEZ: A great match between these two, but the rules wound up costing Murcielago here. Judging by the fan response, we may not see Pure Honor in
REBEL for a long time…

The fans are not happy with the finish. Rossi lets the REBEL fans know that they just witness a “wrestling” match, rather than a “garbage” match. Enzo is
yelling at the referee, who dutifully points out that Murcielago had no more rope breaks. Murcielago?

He’s angry. Very angry.

ROB MARTINEZ: Rossi may want to get out of the ring now!

Rossi turns around just in time to see Murcielago charge at him! Murc with a few stiff shots before Rossi decides to high tail it out of the ring! Murcielago
in hot pursuit! Rossi through the curtains, Murcielago is right behind him…

and from out of the curtains steps KRENSHOV.

ROB MARTINEZ: What the hell is he doing out here?

Krenshov may just answer that, as he has a mic…

KRENSHOV: Hey, Murcielago. Just thought you should know. Someone here isn’t happy with you. They’re not happy because of what you’re trying to do. They’re
upset because you’re trying to bring Pure Honor to a Hardcore promotion! So you better…

Murcielago has had enough of this and punches… Krenshov blocks! He boots Murcielago in the gut and lifts him up for a powerbomb on the concrete floor!
And now the fans are on their feet!

ROB MARTINEZ: A huge display of power by Krenshov to lift Murcielago! But who sent him out here? And what will this mean for Murcielago in the coming weeks?
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JENNY JERSEY: The following contest is one fall to a finish, and is for the REBEL WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!

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

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

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

I AM THE MAN!

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

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

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

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

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

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

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

ONE!

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

ONE!

TWO!

THREE? NO!

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

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

ONE!

TWO!

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

THE HAND DROPS ONCE!

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

THE HAND DROPS FOR A SECOND TIME!

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

ROB MARTINEZ: This could be it!

THE HAND DROPS FOR A THIRD TIME!

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

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

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

ONE!

TWO!

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

ROB MARTINEZ: Could this be the end?

ONE!

TWO!

NO CIGAR!

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

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT AT THE LAST SPLIT SECOND!

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

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

ONE!

TWO!

SHOULDER UP AGAIN!

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

ONE!

TWO!

KYLE GETS OUT!

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

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

BEAR TAMER!

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

HE…

MOVES A FEW INCHES CLOSER!

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

HE

MOVES

CLOSER!

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

HE GRABS THE BOTTOM ROPE!

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

EMERALD FUSION!

THE COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

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

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

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

Jimmie Johnson checks the arm of Kyle Roberts.

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

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

The cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

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

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

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

Exiting the ring, telling the fans to cheer for Kyle, Wehali fades into the back. Kyle Roberts is on top of the World for one more…

VOICE: Kyle… way to go big man. You won again. But you see… we have a little bit of history, and since REBEL was kind enough to let me and Kenny finish
our business tonight, maybe they will two weeks in a row. It is little ol’ me.

The voice is Thomas Young, who emerges from the back, mic in hand.

THOMAS YOUNG: We fought and battle some when I was a member of the Crimes. And, you beat my partner… BUT YOU DIDN’T PIN ME! So mister, “I can beat everyone”…
how bout you give a real challenger a shot?

Roberts gets a mic from Jenny Jersey.

KYLE ROBERTS: I just defeated one of the best wrestlers in the World today. Now.. you want to come and challenge me, one week from now, for my belt? In
words of Al Bundy… LET’S ROCK! I’ll take on anyone, anytime. Just like I beat you next week, and whoever at Merrytime Massacre, then I’ll be champion
when I face Astros, and beat him TOO!

Kyle drops the mic. Young doesn’t seem to be impressed.

ROB MARTINEZ: A world title match next week? Kyle Roberts versus Thomas Young?

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“Stardust” by AKForty begins playing throughout The Grady Cole Center here in Charlotte, North Carolina as the crowd in attendance begin to boo, jeer and
just generally curse. Fortunately, ever the consummate professional, Jenny Jersey is ready in the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is our main event for the evening and is a SCAFFOLD MATCH! Introducing first hailing from Hollywood, Florida.
He weighs in at two-hundred and twenty-eight pounds. DIO MUERTE!

Nothing.

A cameraman rushes backstage as the music dies down, but he doesn’t have to go very far. For just behind the curtain, the fight is on! There’s a dented
steel chair on the floor and a pissed looking Mark Kingston hammering away with forearm shots to Dio Muerte. Shot after shot, straight to the masked face.
But Dio ain’t going down. Kingston grabs his opponent by the back of the head as he tries to lawn dark him into the wall – NO! Dio puts his arms to block
before fighting back with a back elbow! Kingston staggers back, only to be caught by a boot to the midsection – DDT! Pancake style.

ROB MARTINEZ: We may have missed the start of this battle, but the war is still raging on!

Indeed it is. Dio is taking a moment to look for his bat, which he dropped in the scuffle. Ah ha! He’s found it, and not more than ten yards away – SPEAR!
Mark Kingston out of nowhere! He manages to take Dio down with that powerful spear, but Mark himself is up quickly. Oh my. He’s bleeding.

ROB MARTINEZ: That DDT has busted Kingston wide open, and now he’s wearing a crimson mask, folks!

He’s dragged Dio back to his feet and he’s pulling him away from the ring. Toward a food table. A few forearm shots for good measure before a boot to the
gut double Dio over as Kingston positions his opponent’s head between his legs – REVERSAL – and Kingston gets flipped through the table. Grits and ribs
fly everywhere as a few members of the REBEL Pro backstage crew gather around. And Dio’s off on the lookout again. He’s spotted something he can use in
a non-conventional manner, and damn it, he wants it. Kingston is beginning to stir after being back dropped through the table as he gets to his knees.
WHAM! Dio with a fire extinguisher! That’ll put the jitterbug into your brain. But Kingston is still upright. On his knees, but upright as Dio gets ready
to give him a blast of carbon dioxide – NO! Dio just got nailed with a silver platter! Right to the top of the skull. Both men are down momentarily, but
each get to their feet as Mark Kingston fires off a right hand. Only for Dio to respond in kind. And again. The Carolinas champ connects with an uppercut,
only for Dio Muerte to strike back. Head butt by Mark Kingston – and – a head butt back by Muerte! And another. Dio is firing off a string of head butts,
backing Kingston away down another corridor.

ROB MARTINEZ: These guys haven’t even hit the ring yet. This isn’t a match, it’s just a brawl.

Dio has his opponent by the back of the head as he’s dragging the champ down the corridor – throwing him head first into the vending machine! Needless to
say there’s not a lot of give in the vending machine, so Dio grabs a nearby trash can (one of the metal variety), which he wraps around Kingston’s cranium!
The champ is weary as Dio begins to climb … up the vending machine. He’s still got the trash can in hand as he leaps down – bringing the weapon down
across the champ’s back!

Mark Kingston begins to crawl away, but Dio is following him. Stalking him with just the lid from the trash can in his hand. He raises the lid up – NO!
Boot to the midsection by Kingston! He climbs back a vertical base and throws Dio into the wall! The two men are battling all around The Grady Cole Center
here tonight, but they’re heading somewhat towards the ring now. Kingston firing away with a variety of shots. Ax handles, forearms, uppercuts, chops.
Anything and everything – including that trash can lid – just to try and wear the challenger down … Oh my. They’ve reached the hotdog vendor! Irish whip
by Kingston, and Dio flies into the side of the hotdog cart, toppling it over! Hot dogs spill all over the floor, and the vendor flees the scene as Mark
Kingston drags his opponent back up to his feet – SPINEBUSTER – onto the hotdog cart! Accompanied of course by the sickening thud of spine meeting metal.
Dio is down, laid out across the cart as the champ is looking for another weapon. A ladder? It’ll do. The champ has the ladder in his hands as he jumps
forward – SQUASHING DIO between the ladder and vendor’s cart!

ROB MARTINEZ: These two are doing anything they can to put their opponent away. I’m not looking forward to when they reach the table-filled ring…

However, it appears that Mark Kingston took a bit of a bump in that ladder spot as he struggles to get back to his feet. Dio Muerte has rolled off of the
hotdog cart though, and you better believe he’s holding those ribs. He’s managed to get to his knees, but that final push seems to be eluding him right
now. That is, until he sees Kingston limping away towards the curtain.

ROB MARTINEZ: Both men are back to their feet, and it appears they’re actually coming this way. Here comes the champ!

Kingston emerges from the curtain, but he’s got Dio Muerte hammering away with rights and lefts. The blood is pouring from his forehead and the champ is
taking these shots in his stride as he back pedals down the aisle. Until he’s caught by a boot to the gut and hurled into the steel guard rails. Kingston
crumples to the floor as Dio grabs a fans’ Pepsi – and he chucks it in the champ’s face! It does get the crowd to boo him though, and one angry fan is
even demanding his five bucks back. Good luck, mate.

In the mean time, Dio is in complete control of this match now. He’s yanked the champ back to his feet via a handful of hair (and scalp) and he’s dragging
him towards the ring. Is he going to lawn dart Kingston into the scaffolding? If you said yes, you’d be right … However, Mark Kingston also thought as
much and managed to get a leg up to block! There’s a pop from the crowd as he delivers a stiff back elbow to the jaw of Dio Muerte before knocking his
block off with the BIG BOOT! Dio crumples to the floor as Kingston heads up top!

ROB MARTINEZ: And it’s Mark Kingston who reaches the scaffolding first, and he’s slowly but surely making his way up towards the platform!

Dio’s back up though. Kingston can’t have made it more than eight or nine foot up the scaffolding, which gives Dio a bit of a chance. He begins to climb
as well, and quickly catches up with his opponent. Dio lands a few shots to the kidneys, rocking Kingston – who responds with a boot to the shoulder! Dio’s
hanging on though – NO! Dio falls! It’s only a short distance but he lands hard … SPLASH!

ROB MARTINEZ: Mark Kingston putting his body on the line there with a big splash from ten foot up in the air! Is there anything these two men won’t do to
inflict more pain upon their opponent!?

Needless to say, both men are down.

And still down.

The crowd are starting a chant of “COME ON KINGSTON” *CLAP, CLAP, CLAP CLAP CLAP* “COME ON KINGSTON” *CLAP, CLAP, CLAP CLAP CLAP* – it’s working! Mark Kingston
is back on his feet, nearly. He’s grasping for the ring apron to try and get back up to a vertical base, but so is Dio! They both stand up at the same
time, but it’s Kingston who connects with a forearm smash. Dio reels back, but comes straight in with one of this one. And a knee to the midsection before
bouncing Kingston’s head off of the ring apron! And now Dio’s climbing the scaffolding. Fairly quickly too, much quicker than Kingston was earlier. Ten
foot. Fifteen foot. Twenty. Twenty-five. He’s all the way up top, and Mark Kingston is only just back on his feet.

Dio Muerte is beckoning his opponent, taunting him. Tempting him to go to the platform that’s hanging across the ring – CHALLENGE ACCEPTED! The champ is
on the scaffolding, and he’s climbing up! The crowd are on the edges of their seats, cheering in anticipation as the REBEL Pro Carolinas Champ, Mark Kingston
is ascending the steel structure. Slowly but surely until, yes! He’s reached the top! Dio charges, but he’s met with a hard right hand to the face! It’s
enough to knock him down, and give Mark Kingston the chance to stomp the crap out of him, but Dio’s hanging on! Kingston mounts his fallen opponent as
he begins to unload a series of rights and lefts – each one drawing a cheer from the crowd.

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

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

ROB MARTINEZ: What the hell? Who is that?

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

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

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

ROB MARTINEZ: Desperate times call for desperate measures!

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

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

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

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

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

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

The duo go to the outside, and grab up the title belt. Dio looks at it, and simply lays on the chest of the unconscious, Mark Kingston. Dio grabs a mic.
DIO MUERTE: This shit between me and Marcus is done. Here’s your belt, I don’t need it anymore. Me and Jeff James, we going for the WORLD TAG TEAM BELTS!
Damn… TBA next week!