In The Beginning – 04/03/2007,

IN THE BEGINNING
04/03/2007
It’s 6:30 and The Raleigh County Armory Civic Center have opened their doors to allow the fans to come inside. Even though bell time is 30 minutes away
the fans are already talking about some of the stars and matches they’ll see tonight. It’s REBEL Pro Wrestlings coming out party and it promises to be
one to remember. As the clock inches slowly towards bell time both the lovely ring announcer and play by play man emerge from behind a worn curtain to
make small talk with the fans around ringside. The ring announcer, Jenny Jersey is a beauty with a easy smile. Dressed in tight jeans and a baby doll tee
that reads “REBEL” she has the eyes of all of the men on her. Her partner in crime, Rob Martinez is not only the best play by play man on the east coast
but something of a minor celebrity.

It’s five till seven and Martinez and Jersey take their places inside the squared circle. The two hundred fans are ready to see the first ever Mayhem.

It’s seven o’ clock……

Do you know where your kids are?

ROB MARTINEZ: Raleigh North Carolina, are you ready for some wrestling?

The fans give him a definitive “yes!”

ROB MARTINEZ: In that case, Welcome to…REBEL Pro Wrestling!!!!

“Killing In The Name Of…” by Rage Against The Machine blasts through the speakers and the first Mayhem has officially started! Rob takes his spot at ringside
at a small wooden table as Jenny Jersey waves to the crowd and grins from ear to ear. The two camera men with their handheld cameras try to catch everything.
JENNY JERSEY: Our first match of the evening is a tag team match scheduled for one fall! Coming to the ring first, weighing in tonight at a combined 565
pounds, “The Scottish Wrecking Machine” Al Thoes and “The Irish Adonis” Bobby O’ Brady….The Celtic Assassins!!

“The Devil In The Kitchen” by Ashley MacIssac plays and the Celts emerge from the back to a mixed reaction. Most people don’t know them but seeing how they
ignore the fans along ringside they get a smattering of boos. Some fans familiar with NAPW know this team well…And boo them also.

JENNY JERSEY: And their opponents, weighing in at a combined 465 pounds they are the team of Dr. Tittylover and Mike “Assman” Trey!!

As the Celts watch on from inside the ring, “Flashlight” by The Parliament bumps the speakers for all they can handle.

The odd yet perfectly paired duo of Dr. Tittylover and “Assman” make their way out from behind the curtain to a shockingly nice pop. How can you not love
an insane pimp and a man who has a fascination with asses?

ROB MARTINEZ: Welcome everyone to “…In The Beginning” the first ever REBEL Pro Wrestling show! I’m Rob Martinez and this opening tag match promises to
be…Interesting. The Celtics are former NAPW Tag Team Champions and their opponents, well I think one look at them tells volumes.

The good doctor and the lover of asses step into the ring and look over at the Celtic Assassins who simply look bewildered at their competition.

ROB MARTINEZ: A quick rundown of the rules here in REBEL, obviously there are no DQ’s or count outs, but in tag team you don’t necessarily need to tag in
and out to be the legal man. In fact as long as your in your own corner or within an arms length of your partner he can come into the ring legally and
replace you. Who needs tag ropes anyway?

Jenny leaves the ring to a few wolf whistles from the men (including Tittylover) and the referee for this match calls for the bell!

It looks like Mike “Assman” Trey and “The Irish Adonis” Bobby O’ Brady are starting it off for their respective teams as they lock up in the center of the
ring with a collar and elbow. Brady easily powers Trey into a neutral corner and clubs him across the chest with a powerful forearm smash! A Northern Ireland
uppercut snaps Treys head back and “The Assman” looks to be in trouble early! Brady whips Trey across the ring into the far corner and follows him in with
a running clothesline that leaves “The Assman” sagging against the ring ropes. Brady raises his arms as a sign of victory but gets nothing but boos. Brady
pulls Trey out of the corner and shoots him into the ropes only to drop him head early allowing “The Assman” to hit a million dollar kneelift! Brady staggers
back and Mike Trey hooks the Celtic and snaps him to the mat with a suplex. Trey gets to his feet and looks to go tag in Tittylover only to tag a clothesline
to the back of the head by Thoes! Brady rolls out of the ring as “The Scottish Wrecking Machine” lands several stiff kicks to the head and shoulder area
of Mike “Assman” Trey.

ROB MARTINEZ: The Celtics are in complete control of this match thus far! Mike Trey has had trouble even getting started during this encounter! Strangely
enough three of these four men are from overseas. Only Dr. Tittylover is an American, although it’s not sure what planet he’s from.

Thoes pulls Trey to his feet, shoots him into the ropes and nails a brutal powerslam. Amazingly Thoes kicks out at two! Thoes mounts Trey and lays into
him with vicious forearm shots to the face that make some fans wince. The referee simply watches on and so does Trey’s own partner, Dr. Tittylover. In
fact Dr. Tittylover seems to be chatting it up with some woman along ringside. Thoes drags Trey to his feet and shoves him into the Celtics corner. Brady
comes in they send Trey crashing to the mat with a double DDT! The fans start stomping their feet and chanting “Ass! Ass! Ass!” Only in REBEL. Brady whips
Trey into the ropes and sends him into the lights with a high backdrop. He goes in for the pin and again Trey manages to roll a shoulder at the count of
two! Brady, with a smug look on his face, pulls Trey to his feet but takes a rake to the face! A knee to the gut doubles over Brady and a swinging neckbreaker
puts down the Celtic Assassin! Trey rolls to his corner and yells for Dr. Tittylover to “get his ass in the ring” and the mad doctor happily complies!
ROB MARTINEZ: Tittylover is legal! Jesus did I actually say that? Anyway this could be the break that Mike Trey and Tittylover need!

Dr. Tittylover leaps over the top rope and does a little strut for the fans! Bootzilla to the face of Brady! Thoes rushes in and runs straight into an inverted
atomic drop! Dr. Tittylover quickly goes to his corner, scales his way to the top and takes to the air hitting a double flying pimp on the Celts! The fans
are going crazy as Tittylover gets to his feet and breaks out the robot dance! Thoes gets to his feet and takes a clothesline that sends him over the top
rope down to the floor. Brady is also back to his feet but gets scooped up and slammed back to the mat. Tittylover hits a pelvic thrust and then goes to
the ropes and drops the “Pimp Hand” (modified five knuckle shuffle) across the skull of Brady! A pin attempt gets Tittylover a count of two and the Mad
Doctor…Rolls out of the ring to catch a breather?

ROB MARTINEZ: What the? Tittylover had some serious momentum going but it seems he needs to catch his breath. Remember kids, drugs are bad for you no matter
what the rappers say!

Brady is back to his feet and spots Titty on the outside. However instead of going for the Doctor he grabs Try and hip tosses him from the ring apron into
the ring! On the outside Tittylover has found a fan. A large white woman. He chats her up as Trey is getting his ass (no pun) kicked! Inside the ring Brady
whips Trey into the ropes and drops him with a back elbow to the face! Brady actually tags in Thoes and the two men pull Trey to his feet only so that
they can execute a double suplex on the man. On the outside Dr. Tittylover has climbed over the guardrail and is leading his large sweaty fan out of the
arena!

ROB MARTINEZ: Dr. Tittylover is leaving this match! Not only has he left Mike Trey on his own but he’s leaving with a woman the size of a polar bear! REBEL
management won’t be happy with this little escapade!

Back inside the ring the Celtics are picking their shots on Trey. Thoes hits a powerful looking short arm clothesline that drops Trey like a sack of potatoes.
Thoes tags out and Brady drops to the mat so that he can drives several brutal looking knee strikes into the head of Mike Trey! The referee is yelling
at the Celts to finish the poor bastard off and they seem to agree. Thoes enters the ring and with his partner they hit the gruesome looking Celtic Crusher!
The move however gets an appreciative “Ohhhhhhh!” from the crowd. The slaps of the mat later and the Celtic Assassins have won the first match on the first
ever REBEL card!

JENNY JERSEY: Your winners by pinfall, The Celtic Assassins!!

The crowd actually give the Celts a nice ovation as they leave the ring victorious.

ROB MARTINEZ: With that win, the Celtics move into next week’s match to determine the new REBEL Tag Team Champions. You have to wonder though if the story
would have been the same if Dr. Tittylover hadn’t left his partner in favor of some ringside fan.

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

“Stay in Shadow” by Finger Eleven filters into the auditorium. Cataclysm steps out from behind the curtain, shrouded in mystery. Flanked on his right side
by his manager Alexander Mortimer, he makes his way to the ring. He removes his robe, revealing his thick musculature.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first; from Parts Unknown, weighing in at two hundred and forty-five pounds, CAAAATACLYYYYSSSSSMMM!!!

“Harvester of Sorrow.” And the boos reign down. I guess word travels fast on the indie circuit. From the shadows steps the “new” Brian Bruno. Decked in
black. Ripped to shreds. With a kick ass new beard. He walks to the ring with a purpose, eyes wild. Intent to injure? You bet your ass.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent, from Chicago, Illinois; he weighed in today at two hundred and eighty-seven pounds! BRIAAAAAAAAANN BRUUUUUUUUNNNNOOOOOOO!
ROB MARTINEZ: Welcome back folks, this next one should be a doozy. Here you have a big, nasty powerhouse in Brian Bruno against a quick, elusive striker
with legs strong enough to kick the ears off a mule. That’s just the contrast in styles that you get in REBEL that you can not find anywhere else, yes
sir it is ‘Grade-A’ wrestling at it’s finest! And this one is on! Bruno jumped the gun on Cataclysm and totally blindsided him with some heavy-handed rights!
Bruno pounds away on the “Blue Ruin” and backs him into the corner. Quick irish whip follows and Bruno follows in with a biiig splash in the opposite turnbuckle.
Someone in the front row wearing a Kryenik shirt stands up and shouts a few choice words at Bruno, and gets only a animalistic grunt in response. Bruno
goes for another irish whip, but it’s countered on him and catches a stiff kick right in the chest! THWAK! THWAK! Two more follow, and Cataclysm quickly
spins around and scores with a Back Kick – Bruno’s teetering! Front thrust kick backs him into the ropes, and he slips up and gets caught by the arms in
the ropes! Cataclysm measures him up fo a monster superkick – but he MISSES as Bruno slides out and grabs him from behind! Release German suplex throw,
Cataclysm’s head and neck bounce off the mat with a thud. Another primal scream from Bruno as he grabs the ropes and nearly yanks the top rope off the
turnbuckle!

ROB MARTINEZ: He’s fired up, my goodness!

Bruno picks Cataclysm up and POUNDS HIS SKULL in with a haymaker. Several more punches back him into a corner, where Bruno proceeds to start choking the
life out of the martial arts master – big mistake. Cataclysm expertly escapes the brutish hold and delivers a knee to Bruno’s back before low-bridging
him and sending him out over the top rope! Nice pop from the fans, they just want to see someone kick Bruno’s ass! Cataclysm rolls out of the ring and
kicks a rising Bruno square in the chops! Spit flies from his mouth, along with possibly some teeth – but Bruno smiles at his opponent. “Gimme another!”
ROB MARTINEZ: Is this man insane?

The crowd’s cheering even louder now, begging Cataclysm to kick Bruno once more! Bruno’s yelling at the top of his lungs, “HIT ME! HIT ME YOU P***Y!” That’s
all Cataclysm needed to hear! THWAK!

ROB MARTINEZ: HOLY GUACOMOLE! Bruno’s jaw damn near just dropped in my lap!

But Bruno did NOT go down! He just laughs and beckons Cataclysm to hit him once more! This is sick – CATACLYSM WITH A BUZZSAW! Ducked by Bruno! Single leg
takedown, and Bruno’s all over him at ringside! Punches, elbows, forearms, everything he can throw at the man – Bruno’s trying to beat the life out of
him! It’s all Cataclysm can do to cover up! And then Mortimer makes the huge mistake of hitting Bruno from behind. He immediately stops his assault and
turns around face the manager. Mortimer tries to beg off, but it’s no use.

ROB MARTINEZ: Should’ve minded his own business…

GOOZLE! LARIAT! ANIMAL’S FURY! And Bruno turns right around into SUUUUPERRRRRRRRKICK! Lights out baby! Or perhaps not! Bruno gets up, this is pure insanity!
The crowd can’t believe it, Martinez can;t believe it; but most of all, Cataclysm can’t believe it for one second. Bruno looks into his eyes; Cataclysm
looks back. The ROAR of Bruno! Front kick from Cataclysm! That would crush a normal man’s chest! But Brian Bruno is no normal man. BELL CLAP from Bruno
– SITOUT POWER BOMB! OH MY GOD! Right on the concrete, Cataclysm was just flattened like a pancake. Bruno jumps to his feet and tries to rip the guardrail
to pieces.

ROB MARTINEZ: Did he forget he has a match? What’s on earth is he doing?

Bruno gives up on his destruction, and picks up Cataclysm who fires a desperate palm strike to the face, staggering Bruno and pinning him against the nearly-destroyed
railing – spin kick wipes Bruno out right over and into the crowd, to a huge reaction! Cataclysm now goes to the ring apron, what’s he doing here? Bruno
gets up and moves to climb back over – HOLY SHIT! Senton from the apron nearly crushes Bruno over the rail, and both men tumble over into the humanoids
writing in pain. Cataclysm slowly works his way to his feet – and Bruno gets up right behind him. Stiff front kicks pepper Bruno’s side and legs, but he
blocks one and hits a crushing haymaker that knocks Cataclysm over the first row of folding chairs. Bruno picks one up and tosses it over his head, yelling
like a madman, and then sends a few more crashing behind him as he thrashes about!

ROB MARTINEZ: He’s unpredicable out there, folks! You never know what he’ll do next!

Cataclysm has an idea – he fights off the Animal with a stiff chop, using those awesome reflexes to his advantage. But it’s Bruno who head butts him with
authority before picking up a chair – WHOA NELLIE! Van Daminator-like spin kick sends Bruno back over the rail and onto the concrete. Cataclysm quickly
follows over and slides back into the ring, noticing the folding chair thrown into it by Bruno. As Bruno gets up, he leaps off the chair with a flying
kick ala Liu Kang – Bruno’s LARIAT catches him square in the chest, almost crushing him!

ROB MARTINEZ: Big mistake there folks, Bruno with a devastating counter hook-armed lariat that could spell the end of this one.

Bruno stands behind Cataclysm as he struggles to get up….the Blue Ruin is on his feet…Bruno flies off the ropes SACK EXCHANGE! Cataclysm does a little
flip as the impact nearly knocks him the next town over! What awesome power! But it’s Cataclysm showing some great resilency as he gets up on spaghetti
legs. Bruno wants to finish this – but a desperation roundhouse kick finds the mark! Bruno wobbles back, and then…

ROB MARTINEZ: Uh-oh.

BLIND RAGE! Bruno flexes his massive physique and charges like a bull! All the kicks Cataclysm can throw have no effect, they just bounce hamrlessly off
of Bruno’s body. RIGHT HAND! LEFT! LEFT! FOREARM SHOT! ANOTHER! AND A BIIIIIG AXE HANDLE SMASH TO THE FOREHEAD! Cataclysm would have fallen to the mat
if he weren’t scooped up by Bruno – SPINEBUSTERRRRRRRRRRR THROUGH THE OPENED CHAIR! The crowd gasps, and Bruno leaps to his feet and begins to pound his
chest! The cover is academic, three slaps of the mat later and Bruno has his ticket punched to next week’s title match.

JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner, BRRIIIIAAAAAN BRRRRRRUUUUUUNNOOOOOO!

ROB MARTINEZ: What an impressive REBEL debut, for both men! That spinebuster would’ve made Arn Anderson himself shudder, it’s amazing how high up he can
lift his opponent and still hit with such a huge impact. Cataclysm fought valiantly, and impressed the hell outta me and these fans, but it’s the savage
Brian Bruno who takes the duke in his first match here in REBEL Pro Wrestling!

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“When the Lights Go Out” by The Black Keys begins to blare over the speaker system of the Raleigh County Armory Civic Center. From out behind the curtain
walks John Salty. The fans in North Carolina do not give him the regular booing that he receives in Canada, a pleasant surprise for wrestlingÕs smartest
man. John motions to the curtain; enter the “LDK” Lloyd Rees. Lloyd has the NAPW Provincial Championship around his waist and on either shoulder, the NAPW
Television Championship and the Republic of Newfoundland Championship. Glowing a golden glow, the duo makes their way to the REBEL Pro ring for the first
time. Lloyd slides into the ring and hits the corner while John Salty grabs the microphone from ring announcer Jenny Jersey and follows suit. As the music
comes to an end, John Salty begins.

J. SALTY: Ladies and gentlemen lucky enough t’be in da audience t’night do I have a treat fer ya, stand’n next t’me is a man d’hat, fer fourteen months,
has been tear’n da indie wrasslin’ scene a new arsehole. Some of ye more intelligent might have hear of him. HeÕs know da world over…

Salty lowers his voice and turns to Lloyd.

J. SALTY: Doesn’t mean d’ese idiots have any idea what I’m talk’n about…

Lloyd smiles that familiar evil smile.

J. SALTY: Dis man has been hand picked t’lead REBEL Pro in its quest t’become da top promotion in da east, he is a former NAPW Television Champion, a former
two-time NAPW Champion, a four-time and current NAPW Provincial Champion. A lot of people know him as “Da East Coast Sensation,” da TECHNICAL TERROR, but
ye can refer t’him as da “LDK.” Fans of REBEL Pro, put yer hands t’gether fer da one and da only…LLOYD REES!!

The crowd, unsure how to react, gives a mixed reaction. John Salty hands off the microphone to Rees who immediately blesses us with the sound of his voice.
“LDK” LLOYD REES: Now see’n as how I somehow got left off da card fer dis evening’s events, I figured I come out here and give da REBEL Pro faithful a little
taste of what is t’come here as dis new promotion gets off it’s feet and also t’make yer tickets worth da money ya paided fer d’hem. As I just mentioned,
I was mistakenly left off da card fer da inaugural REBEL show fer reasons unknown, but I can assure you all d’hat next week da “LDK” will be in action.
So, fer now ya can just sit back and enjoy me words of knowledge.

The crowd may not know about Rees but, he sure is making an impression.

“LDK” LLOYD REES: It has also been brought t’me attention d’hat, not only will da “LDK” be in action next week, but d’here will be a special presentation.
Ya see, da upper management of REBEL Pro understands how important Lloyd Rees is to its success and have, collectively, made a decision t’benefit everyone
involved. So next week, not only will ya see da “LDK” kick some Larry’s ass in his REBEL in-ring debut but, ya will get t’see da crown’n of da first REBEL
Pro Carolinas Champion!! D’hat’s right folks!! REBEL Pro is d’n da right ting and hand’n me da Carolinas Championship!! So, yer not only look’n at former
NAPW Television Champion, a former two-time NAPW Champion, a four-time and current NAPW Provincial Champion but, yer also get’n a sneak peak of YER first
REBEL Pro Carolinas Champion!!

Salty leans into the microphone.

J. SALTY: Isn’t d’hat excite’n folks?!

The crowd, unsure before of how they felt about the NAPW Provincial Champion, boos him in response to his obvious lie.

“LDK” LLOYD REES: WHAT?! How can ye fools boo me?! Don’t ye people understand what yer get’n in da “LDK”?! With me as yer Carolinas Champion, you’ll have
a champion d’hat ya can rely on, a champion d’hat will defend what it stands fer, and a Champion…D’hat has more gold d’han ya can shake a stick at!!
The crowd boos louder.

“LDK” LLOYD REES: Boo all ya want Larries!! D’here is nothing d’hat can be done!! What da “LDK” says is da gospel truth and we all know how much ye all
like gospel down here. Salty, I’ve had enough of dis stink!! Let’s get outta here!

Lloyd hands John Salty the microphone.

J. SALTY: REBEL, we’re in fer a ramp’n and a root’n good time!!

The Newfie duo makes their way up the ramp and behind the curtain to the familiar sound of booing.

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JENNY JERSEY: The following match is set for one fall to a finish… the referee in charge is Jimmy Johnson! The winner of this match will go on next week
and wrestle for the REBEL Tag Team Championship!

“The New Foundation” blares throughout the arena… and out comes Thomas Young, then Prince Darko, followed by Mr. B. The crowd boos them, with some cheers
mixed in. The Raleigh crowd is just totally hot for action, no matter who comes out. The trio immediately let the crowd know that they don’t like them.
The mixed in cheers turn to all boos.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing the first team: 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: These guys in NAPW… pushed the ENN Tag Team of the Year to the limit on several occasions. They never could get that big win though. They
have taken the opportunity to start up fresh in REBEL. Prince Darko is a one time NAPW Television Champion, and Thomas Young is a man with tons of potential…
he just needs to tap into it more. This is a very formidable tag team with a bright future.

Limp Bizkit hits the arena speakers, with “My Generation.” Lyndsey Valentine brings out Chad Kurtis and his brother Matthew. They get a nice ovation, maybe
it’s the hot girl… maybe it’s not. They make their way to the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: And the opponents: Accompanied by Lyndsey Valentine! They weigh in at a combined five-hundred forty five pounds. “The Show” Chad Kurtis…
“The Angry American” Matthew Kurtis… THEY ARE THE BLUE! GRASS! MAFIA!

ROB MARTINEZ: Chad Kurtis is a one time NAPW Television Champion as well. He was part of the match when Prince Darko won the title. His partner is the largest
man in the match, out weighing his opponents by seventy, and eighty eight pounds. These two men are going to bring some good competition to REBEL, but
they are not exclusive like the Foundation, so we could see them with both NAPW gold and REBEL gold at some point. The intangibles are the managers. You
never know when someone might get involved.

DING… DING!

The smaller Kurtis, Chad, will start first for his team. Prince and Thomas play rock, paper, scissors… and Prince wins with scissors over paper. Prince
Darko will start first for The Foundation. Prince and Chad circle each other. They lock up and Chad uses his height advantage to push the slightly smaller
Prince to the neutral corner. Chad releases the hold, instinctively… cause we don’t break holds here in REBEL! Chad lets Prince out of the corner only
to receive five across the eye. Prince then dropkicks the stunned Kurtis, and quickly applies the ZUMUNDA CHOKE! In comes Matthew Kurtis, to kick the hell
out of the head of the Prince. Here comes Thomas Young. He runs at Matthew and BAM!

A SUPER SCINTILLATING SPINNING SIDE SLAM BY MATTHEW KURTIS!

Thomas Young is out, but gets picked up. Prince Darko nails Matthew Kurtis from behind. Jimmy Johnson is losing control of this match, and everyone is loving
it. Matthew shakes it off and picks up Darko for a military press. He presses him up Once, Twice! THREE TIMES! He sees Mr. B and tosses Darko over the
top. Darko lands on Mr. B! Matthew follows him outside. Thomas Young gets up, as does Chad Kurtis. Thomas is verbally abusing Lyndsey, who hasn’t done
anything. Chad spots him and runs at him. Thomas moves last second, catches him from behind off the ropes with the YOUNG CUTTER! Matthew throws Darko into
the ring. He returns to his corner. Young gets to his corner as well. Darko isn’t moving at all. Neither is Chad. The two men are laying motionless in
the ring, and are the legal men. Lyndsey gets the crowd chanting:

SHOW! SHOW! SHOW!

He stirs a bit. Darko is moving a tad. Now in REBEL tags aren’t necessary, but the teams have to be in a certain distance from their corner. Darko is closer
to his, and Jimmy gives the OK for Young to get in if he wants. He does, and stops Chad from getting to his. He pulls him to the Foundation side. Mr. B
is dusting himself and seems a bit worse for wear. Chad gets placed into a modified single legged crab, shades of Lance Storm. Thomas Young wrenches hard
on it. Mr. B spots an incoming Matthew and runs to hook his foot. He trips the big man. Here comes Lyndsey and she is pissed! She low blows Mr. B from
behind, and that guy will be swinging single tonight! She hooks him for a Tornado DDT using the ring as a springboard! TORNADO DDT ON THE FLOOR! Mr. B
is out! But she looks to be hurt too. Matthew looks at her, and shes says “I’m FINE! KICK SOME ASS! Darko tells Thomas to switch out, and they tag. Thomas
comes back in quickly as Matthew storms in. He nails Thomas with a Bluegrass Mafia Kick! Darko gets grabbed up and planted with a spine buster, followed
up with a clothesline from Chad! Bluegrass Mafia have cleared the ring!

Darko looks at Young, who looks at him. Young gets in his corner. Matthew gets in his, only to switch out to become the legal man. Chad takes his spot,
for a much needed rest. Darko sizes up his bigger adversary, and quickly goes downstairs with a drop kick. Matthew drops to one knee. Darko with a double
mule kick to the head of Matthew Kurtis, and the Angry American is down. Darko looks relieved and tags in Thomas Young. He is calling for his finisher,
the Hollywood Death lock. The long legs of Matthew makes the task tough. He kicks Thomas off, and Young falls to the mat. Matthew gets up, and tags in
his brother. Chad and Thomas circle each other. They lock up and Chad sends Thomas to the ropes, and off the rebound a picture perfect FRANKENSTEINER BY
THE SHOW! The cover

One…

Two…

Darko breaks up the count. He returns to his corner. Thomas gets picked up and ONE GERMAN SUPLEX… TWO GERMAN SUPLEXES… CAN HE HIT A THIRD?! NO!

Darko comes in and breaks it up. He turns Chad around and nails him with THE EFFECT! He leaves the ring, as Thomas pins him.

One…

Two…

KICK OUT!

Thomas looks frustrated as Matthew is salivating to get in. Thomas tags in Darko and they set up Chad for the full nelson, big boot combo known as GAME
OVER! The boot hits, but it’s Chad kicking at the charging Darko. He drops down driving his head into the jaw of Thomas Young. Young rolls to the outside.
Chad goes to the corner, and he tags in Matthew Kurtis. Darko isn’t aware. Matthew Kurtis with a CLOTHESLINE FROM KENTUCKY! He covers Darko:

One..

Two…

Thre- No! A foot on the rope stops the count. Not many rules here, but you do have to pin them in the ring, and not in the ropes! Thomas is back in his
corner. Matthew picks up Darko and it’s time for the Bluegrass Bomb. Darko is up for the ride… but slips out! He clips the knee of Matthew from behind.
He tags in Thomas Young!

The two try and set up Matthew for the Good Night finisher. Chad stops it and begins wailing on Darko. Matthew throws Thomas into the ropes and follows
with a boot. Thomas goes over. Matthew goes after him. Chad and Darko are going shot for shot in the ring. Chad gets the advantage and backs up, sets up,
A STUNNING SUPER KICK FLOORS DARKO! Darko is bleeding from the mouth. Jimmy Johnson looks around waiting to do his duty. Matthew gets nailed with a cheap
shot to the nads. Thomas then crawls back in. Matthew is trying to shake it, but no matter how big you are that’s going to hurt awhile. Chad is getting
Darko up. Matthew is in the ring, getting met with several punches from Young. Darko shoves Chad down. He covertly tells Young to do something. Young shoots
at Matthew’s legs. Matthew bends over a bit. Darko does A MODIFIED OVER AND OUT ON THE HUGE MATTHEW KURTIS. THAT JUST HAPPENED! Thomas

Young looks on in
amazement. Darko celebrates and turns into a kick to the stomach… it’s THE CK FINALE! Thomas crawls on top of Matthew. Chad covers Darko.

One…

Two…

THREE!

The crowd is going crazy! WHAT A MATCH! Chad Kurtis is celebrating with Lyndsey who has made it to her feet. Mr. B is getting in the ring with a smile on
his face. He helps up Darko who is out cold.

JENNY JERSEY: The winners of the match by pinfall…

THE FOUNDATION!

ROB MARTINEZ: Well, “The Show” isn’t happy about that one… quite a controversial finish here, but Thomas Young and Matthew Kurtis were the legal men.
Chad Kurtis went with his instinct, cause after he hits the CK Finale… he pins them for the win. An awesome match from both teams, but tonight The Foundation
are the winners.

Mr. B goes over to Thomas, who was on top of his game, and knew that Darko getting pinned didn’t matter. They did there best, but tonight Thomas Young and
Prince Darko are the winners. The crowd aren’t too thrilled with the decision, they were hot for Bluegrass Mafia and Lyndsey Valentine. Mr. B (holding
his groin still), the bloody Darko and Thomas Young head up the aisle in victory as The Foundation stand in the ring.

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“Take me down to the Paradise City
Where the grass is green and the girls are pretty!
Oh won’t you please take me home!”

The distinctive, there-can-only-be-one caterwauling of AXL F’N ROSE blasts out through the hall, and the few hundred fans start flicking their bics. Stepping
through the curtain looking like he just walked off the street is Warren!

JENNY JERSEY: The next match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first from outside of your local Circle “K”… weighing 187 pounds, he is Warren!

Warren goes around ringside, singing along to his own theme music. He gets in the ring right when Slash cuts the wicked solo and starts air-guitaring like
a maniac. The crowd gets into it… but the fun doesn’t last forever. Nine Inch Nails. “The Wretched.” Things get ominous.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent accompanied to the ring by his handlers Ringmaster Iago and Miranda, weighing in at 350 lbs, he is Caliban!

First comes Iago, the sinister circus barker himself. Then comes out Miranda, wielding a bull-whip. A few catcalls are heard, to which she angrily cracks
her whip. Call me Ms Jackson, nasty. And then… the hulking beast of Caliban steps through the curtain. Miranda makes him stare here in the eyes, seemingly
able to communicate with the man-beast in a way nobody else can. Iago cackles madly and instructs her to bring Caliban. She leads the monster to the ring.
Caliban shakes his many gnatty dreadlocks, eyeing the crowd through the eyeholes of his skull mask. The crowd isn’t entirely sure how to react, they are
certainly in awe of this man.

ROB MARTINEZ: And we have a classic David vs Goliath match-up here, this young kid Warren giving up over one-hundred and fifty pounds to Caliban, a man
so out-of-control since he was last seen on the wrestling circuits that he now has two handlers. But there’s the bell, and this contest is underway, let’s
see what young Warren can do to this behemoth.

The referee for the match is Jimmy Johnson, and he wants a clean match-up. As clean as it gets here in REBEL Pro Wrestling, there are no disqualifications
and no count-outs, this match goes until there is a winner! Warren doesn’t seem sure how to start with Caliban, who is standing and waiting, like a snapping
turtle waiting for a fish to swim by for devouring. Warren looks out at the crowd, then runs at Caliban, throwing everything he’s got at the big man! Right
hands, a few lefts, Warren wearing himself out on Caliban…

Oh my goodness, Caliban’s barely fazed. He yells in the face of Warren with an almighty roar a split-second before tearing this young man’s head off with
a lariat! Oh my God, Warren goes down in a heap. He somehow gets to his feet, and then the monster raises him over his head for a gorilla press drop! He’s
holding up there, Warren shaking his head no — OH MY GOODNESS! WARREN THROWN OVER THE TOP ROPE AND INTO THE CROWD! UNBELIEVABLE! THIS IS JUST LIKE AT
NAPW SOLE SURVIVOR II, and Warren … was caught by the crowd! And what’s this? Somebody in the back once again fired up “Paradise City,” Warren is being
crowd-surfed around the ring!

Ringmaster Iago doesn’t like that, I don’t think, he’s yelling for the referee to do something, but there are no count-outs. Iago snarls and smacks his
cane on the ring apron, yelling for Caliban to go. The big man comes outside of the ring and fans scatter as he climbs over the guard rail. They don’t
want to get in the way of the man. Warren is high-fiving some of the REBEL Pro fans. He turns around with a big grin on his face, shouting out the lyrics
to the song — and the smile melts off his face as he sees Caliban bearing down on him. Warren picks up a steel chair and swings, but too late as Caliban
literally punches the steel chair back at Warren! The kid staggers to his feet, and before he knows it Caliban picks him up and suplexes him back onto
the concrete! Warren is in pain, but he doesn’t get a break as Iago and Miranda instruct Caliban to do some more damage. Caliban roughly hauls Warren up
by the collar and literally drags Warren across the ground back to the guardrail. It is there that Caliban picks up his man, once again into a Gorilla
Press — only this time Caliban throws Warren back INTO the ring through the ropes! The strength of this monster, it must be as uncharted as his home
in the Amazon Basin.

Things are not looking too good for young Warren as Caliban receives some sinister encouragement from Iago on the outside before stepping back in. Warren
is trying to get to his feet, but before he gets anywhere, Caliban hoists him up for a DREADLOCK DROP. Oh my Goodness, the crowd wincing in sympathy there
as Warren nearly breaks in half. Caliban makes the first cover of the match, this is over, one, two, Three—- Wait a minute! Iago yelling for Caliban
to pull his man up? Caliban pulls Warren up before the three, and Iago is standing on the ring apron yelling for for Caliban to “DO YOUR WORST, CALIBAN!
SHOW HIM THE HEART OF DARKNESSSS!” Warren is out on his feet, what more can be done? Oh no! Caliban grabs him by the back of the head as Miranda and Iago
have… pulled a table out from under the ring and set it up outside! Oh no! Caliban lifts Warren up high THE HEART OF DARKNESS! Crash! The table explodes
into splinters as Warren is forcefully driven through it from almost twelve feet in the air, the crowd is chanting “HOLY SHIT” as they rightly should.
REBEL Pro is not falls count anywhere, however, so this match is not yet over. Any other fed would call the disqualification, but not REBEL PRO

WRESTLING!
Miranda and Iago bundle a decimated, bruised up Warren back into the ring. The crowd almost wants Warren to mount a comeback, but it’s not to be. Caliban
once again grabs the back of the head and it’s The Heart Of Darkness number two. Caliban leans down like a snake on his belly and pins Warren for the academic
three. Warren doesn’t even twitch.

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of the match, CALIBANNN!

ROB MARTINEZ: That wasn’t a match, that was a massacre. This kid Warren was in way over his head. You almost wonder if the six-men wrestling for a REBEL
Heavyweight title shot tonight should be thanking their lucky stars that this monster Caliban is not immediately in line for a Heavyweight title shot,
but if this kind of domination can be expected… well, what do you do against a monster like Caliban?

Miranda, again staring deep into Caliban’s eyes, seems to have soothed the savage beast, leading him to the back. Iago bends over Warren, waving the top
of the cane in Warren’s face. The referee yells Iago to get out of the ring and he starts checking on Warren. The crowd is pretty buzzed by the action
they just saw, some chanting “CAL-I-BAN.” Warren is helped up by the referee at last, one arm slung around the man’s shoulders to support him to the back.
ROB MARTINEZ: These REBEL fans giving Warren a round of applause for simply surviving that massacre. The kid’s got guts, but your winner tonight in definitive
fashion is Caliban!

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JENNY JERSEY: The next match is scheduled for one fall and it…

Sowing Season (Yeah) by Brand New hits the speakers and the braggart known as MackaBEE strides out from the back. He makes his way around ringside glaring
at the fans…Who mostly flip him off and call him unflattering names. He climbs into the ring and snatches the microphone away from a terrified looking
Jenny Jersey.

MackaBEE: Shut up! I’m sick of all you redneck trash trying to insult me with your limited intelligence. You should bow down to someone of my stature! You
damn cousin kissers!

This statement (however true it might be) doesn’t endear him to the already hostile crowd.

MackaBEE: Mr. Commentator, get your ass in here and do what you gotta do!

Rob Martinez slowly gets up from his seat and rolls into the ring. He eyes MackaBEE wearily as he holds out the microphone.

MackaBEE: Take it already! Don’t be afraid, it ain’t a girl you pansy!

Rob Martinez takes the microphone and watches as MackaBEE simply walks to the near corner and leans against the ropes.

ROB MARTINEZ: Unfortunately due to travel problems…”Sick” Bill Kryenik will not be able to make his REBEL debut tonight.

The fans give him a resounding chorus of boos.

ROB MARTINEZ: As a result…MackaBEE is awarded this match via forfeit and will go onto the triple threat match next week to determine the first REBEL Heavyweight
Champion!

The heat continues as the fans really hate hearing this bit of info. Rob starts to say something but MackaBEE comes out of the corner and snatches back
the microphone.

MackaBEEL: Travel problems my ass! He was scared! Yeah you cow tippers heard me right, “Sick” Billy was scared to face me! And why shouldn’t he be? If he
had shown up here I would have beaten him into humiliation! If you ask me, I knew he would pull a no show. Why? Because he works for NAPW that’s why! Everyone
up there are cowards! They would shit themselves if someone like me was on the NAPW roster!

Wait for it…

MackaBEE: NAPW is full of pussies!!

The fans looks ready to storm the ring. The pitiful security around ringside look worried.

MackaBEE: That’s right! You heard me, I said NAPW is full of….

The lights go black.

MackaBEE: Hey! What the Hell is this?

A few flashbulbs pop and the crowd murmurs.

MackaBEE: Turn on the lights! I demand you…

The lights return…

Standing in the ring behind MackaBEE is….

RAVAGER!!!!

The fans explode, they’ve seen the NAPW DVDS. They know that a bad mother F*cker is standing behind the blowhard MackaBEE.

MackaBEE: What? What are you….

He turns around and his eyes almost bulge as he spots Ravager, the NAPW CHAMPION. MackaBEE actually holds out his hands as if to say “I wasn’t talking about
you.” Ravager smirks…And nails MackaBEE with a big right hand! Another sends him reeling towards the ropes. One clothesline later and Ravager has sent
MackaBEE out of the ring and down to the floor! Ravager asks for and gets the microphone.

RAVAGER: Get your ass back in here and I’ll show you what kind of people wrestle for NAPW!

MackaBEE starts to go to the ring, then walks away smiling and pointing to his head. “No thanks” he says to the ringside fans.

As he starts to head to the back we hear….

“We Fall”

“We Fall”

Blast out of the speakers! “Superstar” Tommy Deathrow emerges not from the back but through the crowd and slides into the ring! He locks eyes with Ravager
and gives him a grin. Tommy holds out his hand and Ravager hands over the microphone.

TOMMY: Wait a f*ckin’ second! If ANYONE is getting into a fight it’s me! I wasn’t even booked tonight! So Ravager or Huckleberry…

MackaBEE screams his name at a possibly drunk Deathrow.

TOMMY: Let’s not talk about it…Let’s just DO IT!!

In a flash Tommy drops the microphone and tears into Ravager! The two men are exchanging blows in the middle of the ring whipping the crowd into a frenzy
as MackaBEE watches on in amuesment!

A figure comes up from behind MackaBEE and shoves him…”LDK” Lloyd Rees is back!! MackaBEE shoves back and we have another brawl on the outside! Security
and members of the North Carolina police department rush in and try their best to break up the four way battle!

ROB MARTINEZ: If you can hear me, all Hell has broken loose! If this doesn’t show you what can happen in REBEL…NOTHING CAN!!

The fights are broken up and the police and security usher the four to the back as the fans cheer their lungs out.

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The crowd is buzzing as Jenny Jersey takes center ring.

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall, with the winner going on to the three way Championship title match next week!
“I’m The Man Baby”

And the crowd is not at all pleased to see this man.

ROB MARTINEZ: North Carolina is being less than welcoming to the former five time NAPW tag team champion.

JENNY JERSEY: Making his way to the ring area, weighing in at two hundred and fifty seven pounds, Stylin’ Kyle Roberts!

Kyle ignores the boos of the fans as he takes the corner turnbuckle (though he does stop to give Jenny a nice leer. Pig…) Kyle taunts the crowd, but is
soon to be drowned out…

“More Human Than Human”

The roof? She is blown off by the fan response as Rex Caliber makes his entrance.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent, from Parts Unknown, North Carolina…

Rex is more than eager to make his in ring return, as he rushes Kyle and takes him down with a spear! Referee Dale McDonald calls for the bell as Rex lays
in with some punches. Kyle blocks a few shots, then rolls Rex onto his back, and goes for a headlock. The fans boo this, but Kyle just smirks and yells:
“This is what wrestling looks like, ya hicks!”

Rex shows some wrestling knowledge of his own, as he rolls Kyle into a pinning position! One…

Kyle kicks out, and then gets a double leg take down on Rex.

ROB MARTINEZ: Stylin’ Kyle trying to keep this match on the mat, and hopefully weaken Rex enough for the Beartamer.

Kyle tries to get a Boston crab, but Caliber pushes off. Roberts hits the ropes, and bounces back to receive an STO! Roberts hits the mat hard, and Rex
covers again! One… two.. Roberts kicks out again! And Rex has a smile on his face as he goes outside the ring looking for… a little plunder?

ROB MARTINEZ: And Rex Caliber is now going to take advantage of the, shall we say, relaxed rules of REBEL Pro?

Rex grabs a chair and slides back into the ring, and measures up a rising Roberts. Kyle turns as Rex swings and … Kyle ducks, slips behind Rex, and hits
him with a side Russian leg sweep. Roberts lets Rex and the fans know that he’s “Smarter than them”, then goes to get the chair. He picks it up, and it’s
his turn to measure Rex. Rex gets to his feet… Kyle rears back and…

drops the chair, boots Rex in the gut, and lifts him up for a Moose Jaw Driver! He covers! One… Two… Rex kicks out! Kyle is a bit perturbed, but realizes
what it’ll take to beat Rex. He picks Rex up, and slams him to the mat. Roberts to the ropes, and he NAILS the Lionsault! Another cover! One… Two…
Rex gets the shoulder up. … Okay, this time Roberts stops to yell at the ref. McDonald stands his ground, reminding Kyle that he counted to two. Roberts
sees fit to let the ref know that he’s an idiot, a redneck, a hick, and some other words that aren’t fit for family broadcast. Rex has taken the moment
to retrieve the chair that got dropped, and smack Kyle in the back with it! The fans pop huge, and Rex sets the chair up, and suplexes Kyle onto it! Rex
with the cover! One… two… Kyle Roberts barely kicks out. Rex raises an eyebrow, thinking that should have done it. But doesn’t argue. He sets the chair
up in the corner, drags Roberts to his feet and whips him… Roberts reverses the whip! Rex manages to stop before he connects, but turns around to get
a back breaker from Kyle! Kyle grabs the chair and tosses it out of the ring, then goes for a cover! One… two… Rex gets a shoulder up! Kyle goes to
the second rope, and as soon as Rex gets to his feet, HITS THE POLARIZER! Rex is down, and Kyle goes for the Beartamer!

ROB MARTINEZ: Stylin’ Kyle has put away many an opponent with this! Will it earn him a shot at the REBEL Pro title next week?

Rex is fighting the hold with all he has, and Kyle is fighting with all he has to lock the hold in. The fans cheer on the hometown hero, but Roberts finally
succeeds in getting the Beartamer locked in! Rex yells in pain! Kyle yells for him to tap! The fans yell for Rex not to tap! And referee McDonald is right
there to check for the submission. Rex makes the slow crawl to the ropes. He’s almost there… Rex reaches out… he’s mere inches away from the bottom
rope…

And he grabs it! McDonald calls for the break, but Kyle shakes his head no, reminding the ref about “No DQ”.

ROB MARTINEZ: Roberts trying to use the rules to his advantage here. Even if he does have to break the hold, the damage has been done!

Rex is pulling himself under the bottom rope, and Kyle is trying to pull him back. Rex is now half out of the ring, and Kyle is forced to let go. He tries
to pull Rex back in, but gets a boot to the jaw! Rex falls to the floor, Kyle is knocked on his ass, and the fans are on their feet! Rex is looking for
something under the ring, as Kyle goes over to drag him out… He has a hold of his leg, he’s pulling him out…

and Kyle gets hit with a blast from a fire extinguisher! Kyle waves his hands to clear spray out of his vision, only to see an angry Rex Caliber rush forward
with a clothesline! Kyle knocked to the floor, and the fans go wild! Rex drags Roberts back up, and whips him into the ring post! Kyle staggers back, and
is tossed back into the ring by Rex! Kyle tries to beg off, but gets a boot to the mouth! Rex drags Kyle to his feet, goes behind and RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX!
Kyle crumples up, and Rex goes for the cover! One… two…

And Roberts kicks out again! Rex is flustered now. He knees Roberts in the side of the head

THEN SLAPS ON THE RINGS OF REX!

ROB MARTINEZ: This is the move that won him his first NAPW title!

Kyle yells in pain, and Rex strains to get all the pressure possible on the hold! McDonald checks for the submission, and a “Please Tap” Chant has started
in the crowd. Kyle is close enough to the ropes to reach out though, and he gets a hold of them. But Rex refuses to let go, and the fans cheer, remembering
Roberts tactic from earlier. Roberts manages to get an arm free, and hip tosses Rex to the mat. Rex is quick to get back up, but Roberts drives a knee
into his temple, knocking him back down. Roberts looks like he’s ready to end this, and he goes to grab a chair from ringside. He turns to the crowd and
yells “You wanted this, you got it. Too bad you’re not going to like it.”

He sets the chair up center ring, and now he hauls Rex up and sets up for…

ROB MARTINEZ: Roberts is going to give Rex an Emerald Fusion on the chair! Never mind the match, if he hits this, Caliber’s CAREER will be over!

The fans scream in anticipation of the move. Roberts seems to be struggling a bit, as Rex is fighting the hold. Roberts wants to hit this move though…
but Rex has managed to get free! Roberts tries to get the hold reapplied…

Rex hits a drop toe hold! Roberts slams face first into the chair! And now Caliber drags Roberts to the ropes.. he’s only got one chance to get this right..
TOTAL ANNIHILATION!!

Rex hooks the leg as he covers, and McDonald is there to count the pin!

One

Two

THREEEE!!!

JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner! Reeeeeex Caliberrrrrrrr!

The fans explode for this news, and Rex raises his arm to salute the crowd. Roberts rolls out of the ring, holding his neck. He does not look happy, to
say the least…

ROB MARTINEZ: Rex Caliber gets the win, and now he will fight for the Rebel Pro title next week! But something tells me we haven’t seen the last of Stylin’
Kyle…

Indeed not. But the last image we see on the first Rebel show is Rex Caliber among the fans, as thye celebrate his win, and his homecoming…