Ladder To Success – 05/01/2007

LADDER TO SUCCESS
05/01/2007
It’s 6:30 and the REBEL Arena is already quickly filling up with fans. A REBEL Title match? A Falls count anywhere match? NAPW vs REBEL? Tit’s N’ Ass?
How could any die hard REBEL fan miss this show? A group of teenagers are having their pictures taken with the new REBEL Heavyweight Champion Rex Caliber,
while a cluster of grown men undress Jenny Jersey from afar. On the merchandise table tonight we see that REBEL has released it’s first two DVDs for sale
and man! They’re going like hot cakes! Rob Martinez is talking to some fans along ringside as the minutes seem to drag by. The Arena has set a new record
tonight as nearly 300 fans have come to see what promises to be another intense night of action!!!

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

They’re ringside here in the REBEL Arena!!!

Jenny Jersey climbs into the ring with her trusty microphone and smiles at the fans….

JENNY JERSEY: Are you ready for some wrestling?

A huge pop from the crowd seems to let her (and everyone in the back) know that they’re hot for REBEL!

JENNY JERSEY: Then let’s hear it for Rob Martinez!!!

“Killing in the name of…” By Rage Against The Machine hits the speakers and Martinez steps into the ring. Jenny hands over the microphone to him and he’s
all smiles.

ROB MARTINEZ: Thank you! Tonight we’ll see the crowning of a new REBEL Carolinas Champion in a six man TLC match! We’ll see Rex Caliber defend the Heavyweight
Title he won just last month AND we’ll see a battle between REBEL and NAPW as the monster Caliban takes on Bruce “The Beast” Richards! So what are we waiting
for? Let REBEL Reign!

Martinez hands back the microphone to the lovely Jenny Jersey and the wolf whistles begin. She smiles and maybe even blushes a little. Rob takes his spot
at ringside at his little table to do play by play and we’re off!

JENNY JERSEY: The following match-up is set for one fall!

Parliament kicks up, and that can only mean one man. If you could call him a man. Man or myth, the garish & flamboyantly clad good doctor makes his way
out of the entrance. He gets some cheers, some boos, but most of the crowd is too downright mystified and/or terrified to know what to do!

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, from Baltimore Maryland! Weighing in at two-hundred and thirty-five pounds, he is the infamous DR. TITTYLOVERRR!

ROB MARTINEZ: It was back at REBEL Pro Wrestling’s very first show, “In The Beginning,” that we last saw this man Dr. Tittylover. Trust me folks, you don’t
want to know what he’s been up to in the interim.

The good Dr. struts into the ring, making like James Brown. Something of feat when you’re wearing 6-inch platform shoes with goldfish swimming around in
them. Hey, are those goldfish dead? How would you get them out of there, anyways?

Whatever the case, the crowd suddenly has reason to get on their feet! The Fab Four broadcasts through the PA, and to a roaring ovation comes Mike Trey,
(much) better known as…

JENNEY JERSEY: And his opponent, from Manchester, England! He weighs in at two-hundred and thirty pounds… ladies and gentlemen, THE ASSMANNN!

ROB MARTINEZ: My Goodness, what a fanbase this young man from the UK has developed here in North Carolina! These fans love The Assman, no doubt about that.
Assman comes to the ring, slapping hands with fans. He walks around the ring making sure all of his “Ass-oholics” get a glimpse. A trio of female fans (a
rarity at wrestling gigs) are in the front row FREAKING OUT. “OHMIGODOHMIGODOHMIGOD!” “Assman – give us a wiggle!” somebody calls out! Trey winks, then
turns his money-maker their way…

Wig-gle.

“AHHHHHHHH!” The girls scream with delight, fainting all over each other. Girls screaming, fainting, The Assman is the second coming of Elvis! He hits the
ring and the turnbuckle, finally this thing is ready to get going. There’s the bell!

ROB MARTINEZ: We are set for singles action here in REBEL Pro, two of the most … unique superstars squaring off against each other. It was at “In The
Beginning” that Team T&A wrestled the Celtic Assassins – and Dr. Tittylover left The Assman high and dry when he… er… got distracted. By boobies. Which,
as the name implies, are things he loves. Anyways, in the ring, we lock-up! The technical Brit going against the unorthodox… crackhead style. That’s
it, I’ve lost all journalistic credibility.

Titty struts around the ring like he’s the Doctor of Style, not the doctor of… you know already. The joke’s already run into the ground and we’re JUST
GETTING STARTED. Lock-up, Trey gets the better of that, getting behind the good doctor and trying a german suplex. The mad pimp struggles with that, snapmares
Trey over. What is this — technical wrestling? Dr. Tittylover actually grabs an overhand armbar on his opponent. With a grunt, The Assman begins to take
his feet, trying to twist the arm back the other way. He gets it, holding Tittylover by the hand. Drives the elbow into the shoulder, dropping Titty to
one knee. Titty gets up, high-stepping, another elbow into the shoulder joint. Titty back to one knee, Assman swings a leg up above the arm? Rocker Dropper
style maneuver on the arm, driving it down to the canvas! Trey gets a cover, only a one count, but he’s right back to the arm. Dr. Tittylover is hollering
loudly about “pullin th’ hair you cracka ref!” Nothing doing, Assman twists the arm some more. Titty howls in pain, he’s seeing stars. Or is that the acid?
Assman firmly in control, he takes a moment whilst holding Titty in the armbar to give ‘em a wiggle. And yes, the crowd loves it, men and women. It’s either
hilarious or hawt apparently. Assman works the arm bar into a hammerlock behind Titty’s back, then lifts him up for a belly-to-back suplex — right on
the arm!

ROB MARTINEZ: If Dr. Tittylover doesn’t have his arm, he can’t possibly hit the Titpocalypse! The Assman could take this home early!

Titty is in pain, watch out for the Assman! Off the ropes with a run, bulldog! Spinning bulldog! There’s a cover, only a two count. Tittylover again grabs
the arm bar, Tittylover fights his way to his feet. With those six-inch flats on, he has almost a foot height advantage over Trey – that’s a lot of TALLLLL,
baby. Titty wrenches the arm, whipping Assman down. Assman pops up, headlock by Titty, pushed into the ropes by Assman sending the doctor of boobology
off at a run. Trey tries a clothesline, ducked by Titty, rebound, and it’s BOOTZILLA, BABY! Titty launches himself off the canvas with a running flying
Yakuza kick, goldfish and all! Trey goes down in a heap.

ROB MARTINEZ: A cover there, one, two, The Assman kicks out! I have to question, is Dr. Tittylover really wearing appropriate footwear for the wrestling
ring? Answer: This is REBEL Pro Wrestling! Anything goes, even goldfish-filled go-go boots sported by a mad pimp! And now things look grim for Trey!

They do indeed, he gets put down by the Atomic Dog… and then? Oh yeah, baby. You know it. THE MOTHERSHIP CONNECTION. The Assman is going to have to tap
out right here! Tittylover has those hands locked around the neck, waggling his tongue back and forth like Michael Jordan on speed! The crowd is rallying
behind Assman, chanting “Don’t Tap That Ass! Don’t Tap That Ass!” WTF? Assman reaches down deep, stretches out… and grabs the ropes! The referee calls
for the hold to be broken. Tittylover holds on a couple extra seconds but best price generic cialis 20 mg breaks free, calling the referee a jive turkey in the process. He pulls up The
Assman, throwing some kicks and punches, into the corner they go. Dr. Tittylover with a snap suplex from there, then he ascends to the top rope! I’m impressed
he can balance in those damn shoes. Riddle me this: what happens when you get Dr. Tittylover on the top rope? Answer: FLYING PIMP! Wait a minute! Trey
sidesteps the move! Tittylover manages to land on his feet, losing his balance only momentarily, but heeeeeere’s The Assman! He flips over Tittylover from
behind, grabbing the neck for a rolling snapmare — Titty’s head into the canvas! Snapmare Driver! Unbelievable! Two men to their feet, Titty throws a
crackhead punch, blocked, Trey hits a chop to stun the man and then fires him into the corner. HEAD OF STEAM~! Assman runs right up Tittylover’s chest
and flips backwards, then runs at him again from the landing for a monkey flip! Whoooooo!

ROB MARTINEZ: This crowd is going crazy! The Assman is on fire!

Trey wants a classic Side Russian Leg Sweep to put Tittylover away, but he gets pimp-elbows in the side of the head for his troubles. TITPOCALYPSE — Assman
responds with his own elbows to block the devastating maneuver! He gets free and rushes, but Titty catches him and turns him right upside down, oh no,
it’s The Big Stiffy tombstone! Tittylover thrusts a couple times for good measure (oh dear) — Assman is kicking his legs! He shifts the weight, forcing
Tittylover to fallbackwards, Assman lands on his feet, he shifts Tittylover onto his shoulders! Throws Tittylover face-first into the turnbuckle, that’s
Snake Eyes! Titty has got the GOOGLY EYES, he stumbles backwards… Assman wraps his hands around his neck! LUNG BLOWER! He calls that the Ass Cracker,
the cover is made and there’s the three count!

JENNEY JERSEY: Here is your winner… MIKE TREY! THE ASSMANNNNN!

The crowd is cheering and whooping as Assman gets his hand raised by the referee. But what’s this? He’s helping up Dr. Tittylover. The good Doctor looks
to be partially on dream street (what kind of dreams would THIS man have). Assman extends his hand out. Tittylover sways on his feet, then makes an inarticulate
noise and shakes Assman’s hand. They embrace as the crowd goes crazy.

ROB MARTINEZ: It would seem that there are no hard-feelings after that hard-fought match-up, and Team T&A is back together! A big win for The Assman here
tonight, what kind of damage will he and Dr. Tittylover do in the tag ranks of REBEL Pro Wrestling now?

The dynamic duo of deliciousness dance in the ring, giving the fans what they want. Which is, you know.

MAD BOOTY SHAKING.

Oh yeah.

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

“Rational Gaze” by Meshuggah plays over the speakers as the crowd crane their necks to see the Russian newcomer.

JENNY JERSEY: Coming to the ring first, hailing from St Petersberg, Russia and weighing in at 240 pounds…Mikhail Kharitonov!!!

The big Russian makes his way out from the back looking ready to kick some serious ass. He climbs into the ring and looks at the North Carolina crowd with
disinterest.

“Nobody’s Listening” By Linkin Park pumps through the speakers and the crowd give a nice little ovation at the man who steps out from behind the curtain.
JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent, hailing from Riverside, California and weighing in at 285 pounds….”The Crusher” Kurt James!!!

James makes his way towards the ring slapping hands with the fans all the way.

ROB MARTINEZ: “The Crusher” Kurt James makes his debut tonight against another newcomer in this big Russian Mikhail Kharitonov. Not much is known about
the Russian but “The Crusher” is a former NAPW Television Champion. Curious to see how he fairs here tonight.

The two men are now in the ring and the referee calls for the bell. They circle each other and Mikhail tries for a double leg takedown. James jumps out
of the way and smirks at the Russian. Mikhail shows no emotion as he starts to once again circle his opponent. James come sin and takes a low kick to the
left leg that backs him off. Another leg kick brings a wince on the face of James. Mikhail is trying to cut the ring in half and again lands another stiff
kick to the leg of “The Crusher.” The fans are starting to stir. A small chant of “Boooooooring!” has started.

ROB MARTINEZ: Obviously a feeling out period for both of these men.

Mikhail once more goes for a kick but this time James swats it away and lunges in on the Russian! One double leg takedown later and James has mounted Mikhail!
He tries to drop bombs on Mikhail but the former MMA fighter expertly covers up. James is rolled off and he quickly scrambles to his feet. Mikhail throws
a short right that stuns James and the Russian locks in a side headlock. James backs Mikhail into the ropes and shots him off dropping him to the mat with
a shoulder tackle! The Russian gets up and takes a big right hand to the head! Another! A third leaves Mikhail slumped against the ring ropes. James whips
Mikhail off of the ropes and nails a belly to belly suplex that rattles the MMA fighter!

ROB MARTINEZ: Now we’re seeing some action!

Mikhail is getting to his feet as “The Crusher” Kurt James drops to a three point stance. He charges and takes Mikhail up and over! “The Crusher” points
to Mikhail and again drops to a three point stance! The Russian is up! SPEAR! James hooks a leg, and the referee is in the perfect position to make the
three count!

ROB MARTINEZ: Whoa! Just like that it’s over! Nice win for “The Crusher” Kurt James!

JENNY JERSEY: Your winner by pinfall, “The Crusher” Kurt James!

The fans give both men a nice little ovation and Kurt James leaves the ring with his first REBEL win under his belt!

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The post-match lull is broken, as all of a sudden, a man from the crowd crosses the barricade and swipes Jenny Jersey’s microphone! The man slides into
the ring and looks at the camera, sneering.

MAN: So this is REBEL Pro Wrestling, huh? What a load of crap!

Lots of boos from the REBEL crowd.

MAN: Oh, did you all come here to see people go through tables and hit each other over the head with chairs?

Huge cheer for the TLC match later tonight!

MAN: That’s too damn bad, because that’s not what I do! My name is Donovan Astros, and what I do is… WRESTLE.

More boos fill the arena.

ASTROS: Some of you may have heard of me, I wrestle for sort of a sister group to this hellhole, I am NAPW’s hottest rising star, but now I get to get acquainted
with some of the redheaded stepchildren of the family here in *accented* No’th Caholinah!

Amidst the boos, one fan yells out “Go The F*ck Home!!”

ASTROS – Trust me, I’d love to go home, but apparently this REBEL Pro Wrestling has some… open business next week. An open battle royal where the winner
gets a shot at the REBEL Heavyweight Title! And as much as I know you’d like one of your beloved REBEL misfits to come out here and give me my comeuppance,
the only way you’re going to see me wrestle is if you go, buy a ticket…

Astros pauses, letting the boos continue to soak in…

ASTROS: And hop on a plane to Edmonton, Alberta, Canada to watch me wrestle in 2 weeks! I’m not gonna be wrestling in some open battle royal in a dingy
hole somewhere in the armpit of America, and there’s two reasons why! One, quite frankly, I’m too good and too talented to have to fight my way through
God knows how many people to get title shots, they should be HANDED to me.

Another pause, as more boos come out directed at the arrogance in the ring.

ASTROS: And secondly, even though, in 2 weeks, me, Jake Phoenix, Chris Casino and Sebastian Martyr will be decimating 4 of REBEL’s so-called finest, it’ll
be in an NAPW ring under NAPW rules, as opposed to this ring with NO rules. I don’t need to be like one of REBEL’s misfits and slap people around with
chairs, cut ‘em open, put ‘em through tables… no, I have what they lack, the talent to win matches within the rules!

“Cocky” by Kid Rock hits the speakers and from the back rushes “The Show” Chad Kurtis!

ROB MARTINEZ: This can only end badly…

The two men exchange heated words in the middle of the ring and Astros throws a wild right hand! It’s blocked! Kurtis hits a right hand of his one to the
head of Astros! Another puts him on rubber legs! A third sends Astros down to the mat and rolling to the outside as Chad Kurtis stands tall!

ROB MARTINEZ: Chad Kurtis defends the honor of REBEL Pro Wrestling AND sends a message to Donovan Astros!

Kurtis soaks in the cheers as Astros high tails it out of the REBEL Arena.

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JENNY JERSEY: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, introducing first, weighing in tonight at Two-Hundred and Seventy-Five pounds, from Belfast,
Northern Ireland… “The Irish Adonis” Bobby O’Brady!!!

“Sunday Bloody Sunday” by U2 begins to play and out comes Bobby O’Brady, complete with a “Nothin’s Finer Than Livin’ In North Carolina” T-Shirt. His cheap
attempt for a pop goes sour as the fans begin to boo him once again. His happy expression suddenly turns to one of sadness as he walks down to the ring.
He slides in, the crowd seems to of lightened up a bit and Jenny takes the mic once more.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent, weighing in at Two-Hundred and Fifty-Seven pounds, from Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan… Stylin’ Kyle Roberts!

Kyle Roberts slowly comes out from beneath the curtains and keeps his eyes fixated on the ring and his opponent. He makes it to the apron and slides in.
Both men walk to their corner and the viagra100mgprice-discountone.com bell rings

ROB MARTINEZ: This should be an exciting contest between two men who are determined to walk out of this Arena with a win under their belt.

Kyle Roberts and Bobby O’Brady both walk to the center of the ring and immediately lock in in Collar-Elbow fashion. The bigger O’Brady gains the advantage
and pushes Kyle Roberts into the ropes and Chop! Chop! Chop! Kyle Roberts pushes O’Brady back and nails him with a quick right, to end the onslaught of
chops. He then latches on a headlock and grounds Bobby O’Brady and manages to get him down for a one. O’Brady pushes him off and both men scramble to their
feet and its back to the Collar-Elbow tie-up. Both men push each other off and rush, Kyle Roberts with a knee to the gut! O’Brady falls to his knees and
Kyle Roberts lands a kick to the ribs of O’Brady. He leaps for a cover and doesn’t even get a one as O’Brady pushes him right off. Both men are back to
their feet once more, but there is no Tie-up, O’Brady hits a hard right that sends Kyle Roberts reeling into the ropes, Roberts rebounds and clothesline!
-Ducked- by O’Brady and Powerlsam as Kyle runs back! O’Brady turns Kyle onto his stomach and Front headlock…KNEE! KNEE! KNEE! KNEE! KNEE! KNEE! Thats
sure to take the momentum right out of Roberts. He turns him over and One! Two! Kickout by Kyle Roberts. O’Brady lifts Kyle back to his feet and UP! O’Brady
is stalling his suplex… He walks around for a few moments displaying his strength and Suplex slams Kyle to the mat. He hooks the leg and One! Two! Another
kickout by Kyle Roberts. O’Brady brings Kyle to his feet once more, and into the corner goes Kyle. O’Brady rushes and body avalanche! Roberts with a dropkick!
O’Brady is caught by surprise and falls to the ground. Kyle Roberts grabs hold of O’Brady and drags him to the center of the ring, he hits the ropes and
Lionsault! One! Two! Thr- O’Brady powers out!

ROB MARTINEZ: Close call by The Celtic! He wants this win bad, not just for him but for his….Fans.

Kyle Roberts is up to his feet and O’Brady quickly follows. Hard right by Roberts, A hard right by O’Brady, Roberts, O’Brady, Roberts, O’Brady, Roberts
O’Brady, Roberts and ENZIGURI! Roberts knocks O’Brady to the ground. Kyle then lifts O’Brady to his feet and Emerald Fusi- Reversed by O’Brady and Torture
Rack! It’s locked in and unluckily for Kyle, they are standing in the middle of the ring! Kyle Roberts is in pain! The crowd is going wild! “WOO!” Oh,
tell me he did not just… Yep, here come the boo’s. The fans backlash once more and O’Brady drops Kyle and begins asking the crowd what is wrong with
them. Kyle takes advantage of the situation and leaps up to his feet and O’Brady gives him a kick to the gut, and Powerbomb! Cover! One! Two! Thre- No!
He just barely manages to kick out! O’Brady is getting frustrated and lifts Kyle to his feet, an irish whip later and Kyle is soaring through the air,
via powerslam. Cover! One! Two! Foot on the ropes! O’Brady lifts Kyle once more and, thumb to the eye by Kyle! Kyle grabs ‘em and Emerald Fusio- O’Brady
reverses it again! Can it be? The pumphandle! He’s up on his shoulder… BOOM! Into the first corner!, Into the second! Into the third! The crowd is on
their feet! Into the FOUR- Roberts leaps off O’Bradys shoulders! O’Brady is sent Chest first into the turnbuckle and reels backwards into Kyle who is on
all fours, he trips over him! Kyle has the legs and… The BEAR-TAMER! O’Brady is trying to reach the ropes! But Kyle has managed to get him in the center
of the ring!

O’Brady pushes himself up!

He’s inching closer and closer! His fingertips are brushing against the ropes!

O’BRADY IS GIVING IT ALL HE HAS!

HE PUSHES HIMSELF FORWARD AND ROPE BREA–

KYLE DRAGS HIM BACK TO THE CENTER!

KYLE IS PULLING BACK AS HARD AS HE CAN! O’BRADY IS GONNA BREAK INTO TWO IF THIS LASTS AND LONGER!

O’BRADY TAPS!

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of this match, via submission… Stylin’ Kyle Roberts!

ROB MARTINEZ: Tough loss for O’Brady, but he showed everyone why he’s a top star here in REBEL! As for Kyle, well I’m sure he’ll gloat about this forever.
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JENNY JERSEY: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, WHICH WILL COUNT ANYWHERE IN NORTH CAROLINA!

“Demon Hunter” plays throughout the REBEL Arena, and out walks Thomas Young, wearing one half of the tag team titles. No one is with him for this match,
he comes out alone. He tells the fans to shut up.

ROB MARTINEZ: He is holds that belt, because his opponent tonight accidentally helped him on the last show. He– wait a minute, Dio has just ran out from
the back and nailed Thomas with his bat.

Ding! Jimmy Johnson runs out to the entrance way, and this match is underway. Dio takes off Thomas’ belt and nails him in the viagra photos head with it. Thomas rolls
down the entrance way, and Dio stalks him. Dio picks him up, but a quick low blow from Thomas, incapacitates Dio, who drops his bat. Thomas checks his
head for blood, but finds none. He whiplashes Dio into the ring steps.

ROB MARTINEZ: Apparently the formal introductions aren’t needed for this war to start. It’s Thomas Young versus Dio Muerte… Falls count anywhere in the
state of North Carolina.

Dio hits shoulder first into the steps. Thomas Young kicks Dio in the head. He covers him for a quick two count. Dio gets out, grabs Thomas by the head,
and meets him half way with his head. Thomas is dazed. Dio gets up, and starts throwing punches. Thomas covers up from the barrage, but now has a mouse
under his eye. Shuffle side kick and Thomas is propelled over the guard rail.

ROB MARTINEZ: This match is turning ugly quick. The fans have scattered. Dio goes over the railing and a desperate Young throws a folded chair at the head
of Dio… THE CHAIR IS AROUND DIO’S NECK!

Dio gets the chair off his neck, but Young is in position for the FOLLOW THROUGH! He covers Dio.

One…

Two…

Kickout, somehow someway… and the match will not end just yet. Thomas is frustrated and yelling at referee Jimmy Johnson. Dio is taking something out
of his pocket, and has it in his hand. Thomas bends down and…

ROB MARTINEZ: DIO JUST STABBED THOMAS IN THE HEAD WITH A FORK!

Thomas staggers away. Dio gets up and clips the knee of Thomas. Dio grabs the Thomas by the head, and STABS HIM AGAIN! BLOOD SPURTS FROM THE HEAD OF YOUNG!
AGAIN! Dio throws the fork down, and nails Thomas with a right hand that would make Chuck Liddell shake in his boots. Dio picks up a steel chair, and WHAM…
OVER THE BACK OF YOUNG. Young is trying to crawl away and they are nearing the concession tables. Dio picks up a full trash can. He lifts it high, tosses
it up, and it drops on the back of Thomas’ head. Thomas grabs the side of the con session table, which is selling Blue Grass Mafia T-shirts. He tries to
use it to help himself up. Dio slams Thomas’ head into it, and blood goes all over the shirts.

ROB MARTINEZ: He just ruined all those shirts… WAIT! Fans are asking to buy the blood soaked shirts for souvenirs! THESE FANS ARE TRULY UNIQUE! Dio gets
Young on the table.

Dio spots a ladder setting not to far from the table. He grabs it, and sets it up. It looks to be like 25 feet in the air…

Dio climbs it…

FROGSPLASH OFF A LADDER AND DIO MUERTE…

CRRASSHESS THROUGH AN EMPTY TABLE.

ROB MARTINEZ: Young moved, and Dio is hurt. Young can’t get over to cover though. Blood is all over the shirts, and fans are LINED UP SINGLE FILE TO BUY
THEM! EVERYONE GET YOUR BLOOD SPLATTERED BGM SHIRTS TODAY!

Young finally gets over and makes the cover. A two count, and nothing more. Jimmy Johnson looks on in amazement. Thomas gets up and leans next to a black
Jaguar. The front says Garrett Enterprises… blood drips onto it. Thomas’ head is lined up with the driver side window. Dio gets up, and swings at Thomas,
who ducks… Dio’s hand breaks the glass.

ROB MARTINEZ: THEY JUST BROKE THE WINDOW OF RICK GARRETT’S CAR! Dio is bleeding from his hand.

Thomas tries for a big boot and misses. Dio kicks Young in the stomach, and DDT on the gravel parking lot! He actually covers. Jimmy with the count, and
a two count. Young looks really bad right now. Dio lays in some more shots to the head of Thomas, and Young retreats into the building. The crowd is following
them back in. Thomas falls down and there’s no telling how much blood is gone.

ROB MARTINEZ: This match hasn’t even made it into the ring, and probably won’t. This a fight, and Dio is winning it right now.

Dio wants to make Young suffer… he has some rope… where the hell did he get rope? Anyway, he has made a noose, and has it around the neck/throat of
Young. He tightens it up, and the crowd cheers.

HANG HIS ASS!

HANG HIS ASS!

Dio drags him through the crowd, and they make it to the huge dock doors. He ties one end of the rope to the bottom part of the door. He pushes a button
on the side on the wall, and the door raises. It’s slow…

ROB MARTINEZ: THERE HAS TO BE A RULE AGAINST THIS? RIGHT?

It raises some more, and Young is standing, and then his feet do not touch the floor.. THOMAS YOUNG IS BEING HUNG! Dio unloads on him with some stiff punches…
and BAM!

ROB MARTINEZ: PRINCE DARKO JUST LAID OUT DIO WITH A TWO BY FOUR.

He lowers the door, and cuts down Young. Darko then boots Dio in the head. THE EFFECT! Dio is getting assaulted by the REBEL Tag Champs. Young crawls over
to Dio, and smacks him in the face. He spits on him. Prince Darko yells at some nearby fans as Thomas Young goes for a lax cover on Dio!

One!

Two!

From out of nowhere Dio hooks the arms of Young and rolls him over for a pin of his own!

One!

Two!

Prince Darko just happens to turn his head to see Young being the one pinned! He tries for the save but he’s to late!

Three!

ROB MARTINEZ: Dio just won this thing! Oh my God what a match! Young was caught napping and paid for it!

JENNY JERSEY: The Winner fo this Falls Count Anywhere Match…Dio Muerte!!!

The REBEL Tag champs are seriously pissed at this turn of events. Young quickly scrambles to his feet and with Darko they pick Dio up and ZAMUNDA DRIVER
ON THE FLOOR! Darko slaps Dio and shows him his Tag team belt. This match has not ended. Thomas Young tells him that it’s time to finish him. Darko gets
Dio to be face down. Young gets a chair, they slide it under Dio’s face. Thomas secures him, Darko gets another chair and they tell Dio….

GOODNIGHT!!!!

They slam the chair against Dio skull and grin at the bloodied and battered man laying on the floor before them. Security rushes out and usher the Tag Champs
away from the scene as the camera pans in on a bloodied swollen face of Dio. Amazingly he’s conscious and we hear him uttering the same sentence over and
over again…

DIO: It’s not over…It’s not over….

ROB MARTINEZ: Not over? What more could Dio possibly want from The Foundation?

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JENNY JERSEY: Ladies anf gentlemen, the following contest is the Tables, Ladders and Chairs match to crown the inaugural REBEL Carolinas Champion!

Huge pop from the crowd to go along with that announcement. Bring out the buckets of blood – these fans are RAVENOUS.

ROB MARTINEZ: This is the match we’ve been waiting for, just who will walk out the REBEL Carolinas Champion? Joining me on commentary is none other than
“The Show” Chad Kurtis. A man who not only has a brother involved in this match but is the #1 contender to this very title!

CHAD KURTIS: Thanks for having me Rob, this match will be awesome and I look for my bro to win that belt and bring it home to the Bluegrass Mafia!

The late, great Easy E’s “Still Cruisin’” filters in and the crowd offers a mixed reaction for Murcielago. He walks down to the ring, confident as usual
with a determined look on his face. Once inside he takes up residence in a corner, content with waiting for his opponents rather than wasting time with
empty taunts.

ROB MARTINEZ: He’s the underdog for sure, but you can’t count out a man with the heart of this Murcielago. Just last month he went to war with that insane
monster Caliban. It doesn’t hurt that he’s also the biggest man in this contest – though I don’t think size is what I’d consider Brian Bruno’s best “attribute”.
CHAD KURTIS: The man always looks pissed off Rob, Why is that I wonder?

“Never Gonna Get It” and here comes David Banks, NAPW Tag Team Championship over his shoulder. The boos could drown all the fish in the sea. Cocky. Arrogant.
Self-centered. Dickhead. Whatever you want to call him, there’s no denying this man is on FIRE – and tonight he looks to become a double champion in the
NAPW/REBEL universe. He glides down to the ring it seems, that smirk never fading off his face. He hops up to the apron and vaults himself into the ring,
staring right at Murcielago as he raises his arms in the air. “CHARISMA, BABY!”

Lil’ John and SLAYER (of all the bands…) announces the coming of Clint Zellor. The afro’ed superstar, half brother of NAPW’s Stone Zellor, slaps a few
high fives with the fans and strides down the ring. That belt Banks is holding once rested comfortably around Clint’s waist, and Banks makes sure to let
him hear all about it. Clint just winks at him.

ROB MARTINEZ: Perhaps Clint Zellor will break through with another huge singles victory? It wasn’t all that long ago he pinned Stylin’ Kyle Roberts to the
mat in what many consider an NAPW match of the year candidate – is it Clint’s time to shine, like his brother’s up North?

CHAD KURTIS: I still think the win over Roberts was a fluke but meh.

“Stay In Shadow” by Finger Eleven is next. Cataclysm, master of the Blue Ruin, walks out to the ring surrounded by a mysterious aura. From behind his hood
we see piercing eyes, focused on just one thing – championship gold.

Matthew Kurtis is the next out, and he must have had to tie down Lyndsey Valentine to keep her from coming out to ringside with him. All business, he stares
down his opponents all the way. The crowd shows it’s support for their fellow Southern boy. He steps in the ring, awaiting the final competitor…

And we all know who that is by now. “Harvester of Sorrow” blares over the PA. A few seconds go by…and then out comes Brian Bruno! To the surprise of,
well, any NAPW fan at least, he gets a small smattering of cheers. Then again, why not? These people want blood. And who better to give it to them? He
holds a steel chair in one hand, and has a cart filled with all sorts of plunder by his side. He pushes it down the ramp, and charges full sleep behind
it with frightening speed for a man his size!

ROB MARTINEZ: It looks like this one’s ready to kick off without the introductions! Bruno ain’t waiting for a damn thing, this man is out of control!

Indeed he is. He slides in, meeting the first man he sees, Murcielago with a sick THUD from the chair. Murc crumples to the mat from the hellacious shot,
and The crowd explodes. Banks comes at Bruno next – and Bruno throws the chair into the air? Banks looks up in confusion – and gets clotheslined out of
his jock! More cheers, and here comes Zellor to try and halt the beast. Right hand from Zellor but Bruno ducks under and applies a full nelson – full nelson
slam! Zellor rolls out under the bottom rope as Cataclysm comes with a flying kick at Bruno. Bruno dodges it and Kurtis gets decked, flipping over the
sale of cialis ropes! Cataclysm just shrugs, but turns right around into a thunderous GOOOOOOOOOOREEEEE! The fans are in a frenzy as Brian Bruno just cleaned house in
record time. He stands tall in the middle of the ring – and gets blasted with a ladder right in the back courtesy of David Banks. Banks looks around at
the carnage and sees opportunity. He sets up the ladder faster than Tim Taylor ever could and scampers up – it’s in his grasp! The crowd is booing, Banks
is going to – WHAT ON EARTH?!? BRUNO JUST PICKED THE LADDER UP! Banks lets go of the belt and tries to hold on for dear life, what the hell is Bruno going
to do with him? He walks, Banks still on top of the ladder. He’s got an evil look in his eyes. He smiles…and tips the ladder over! Banks sails through
the air, landing right on top of a rising Matthew Kurtis. And Bruno throws the ladder after him!

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh my goodness, the strength of that man is out of this world!

CHAD KURTIS: Get ‘em Matthew!

Murcielago finally gets the jump on Bruno with a wicked chairshot to make up for the first one. Zellor and Cataclysm rush back in and start to pound away
on him. It takes three men, but Bruno finally goes down to one knee. Murcielago winds up and rings his bell with a huge chairshot, drawing oohs and aahs
from the crowd. That one puts Bruno down on his back – and Cataclysm immediately lands a spin-kick to the chair back into Murcielago’s face! Zellor blasts
the “Blue Ruin” with a big overhand right, follows up with some stiff jabs into the corner. On the outside, Kurtis is working Banks over. Murcielago gets
to his feet, and moves to pick Bruno up off the mat…Bruno with an uppercut! That one almost knocked his jaw loose, and Murc reels back. Bruno off the
ropes – SACK EXCHANGE! Murcielago spins like a top and goes down hard. Back on the arena floor, Banks has gotten the upper hand thanks to a rake of the
eyes, and he’s sifting through the huge cart of goodies Bruno brought along for the ride. He reaches around and yanks out a plunger? He looks at it, shrugs,
and slams it over Kurtis’ head. The Angry American staggers back, and now it’s Banks with the dreaded face-plunge! That nasty plunger gets stuck to his
face like an oversized pacifier, and Banks is plunging away as if he were trying to extract some brains (or maybe a nugget?). Playtime’s over quickly though,
Kurtis just yanks it off and shoves Banks into the guardrail. In the ring, Cataclysm is laying into Zellor with stiff kicks, and he lands an extra stiff
one right to the back of the knee that brings the big guy down to his knees. BUZZSAW – ducked! Zellor with a desperation low blow before he rises to his
feet and lands a perfect running powerslam onto the chair! Clint stumbles to his feet, a bit dazed, and takes a shot from Bruno right in the kisser. He
fires back, slamming his fist off the temple of the “Harvester of Sorrow”. Almost no effect, Bruno fires right back! They’re trading punches back and forth
in the middle of the ring, you can hear the fist-on-skull impact in the rafters! The fans are eating it up, neither man wants to give the other the satisfaction
of flooring him – so Murcielago charges with the ladder and wipes them both out! No time for him to celebrate though, big Matthew Kurtis is back in the
ring and he hits the clothesline from HELL! Bet ya wish you held onto that ladder, hey Murc? Banks slides in, and all six men are now in the ring. And
Banks has another weapon, this one a bit more serious – a little lady named “Barbie”.

ROB MARTINEZ: The shit’s about to hit then fan here folks – that’s a two by four wrapped in friggin’ barbed wire!

CHAD KURTIS: No one said that you only had to use Tables, Ladders or Chairs in this match! Everything is legal here!

Banks holds it up high, waiting for Kurtis to turn around. He rears back in anticipation, but it’s grabbed from behind by Cataclysm! He kicks him in the
back in the direction of Kurtis – GOOZLE! Monster clothesline! Bruno quickly picks off the most dangerous man in the ring, namely the man with the lethal
weapon in his hands. A Release German suplex does the trick, and Barbie falls harmlessly to the arena floor. No sooner than Bruno rises does he get clotheslined
over the top by Clint Zellor! Zellor tumbles over too, and they next to the weapons cart. Kurtis follows after, looking for the dropped 2 by 4. Murcielago
gets to his feet and realizes he’s all alone in the ring. Wasting almost no time, he sets up the ladder directly under the belt, and starts his climb.
Banks comes to and grabs his foot, but doesn’t have the energy to get up. Murcielago goes to kick off the pest, but winds up getting kicked off himself
with a wicked Cataclysm Enziguri that slams his face into the ladder! All three men go down in the ring, but Cataclysm nips up and sprints over the ropes,
launching himself over and onto the three men brawling on the outside. WIPEOUT! The cart is overturned, and it’s contents are spilled. Pipes, chains, barbed
wire! Is that a fork? Good God, it IS! All that remains in the prone cart is a small, green duffell bag. For a brief moment, everyone’s down. But then
Banks gets back to his feet…and starts to climb, slowly. His foot slips, and he starts over. He’s inching towards the prize…closer, closer. But he
sees Clint Zellor charging into the ring from the outside – MISSILE DROPKICK, ALL THE WAY TO THE FLOOR! THAT ALMOST KILLED CLINT ZELLOR DEAD! Banks took
himself out too, and now again we have six men lying prone. Murcielago rises to his feet, staggering – he’s been busted wide open by that kick, and the
blood is streaming down his face. Bruno crawls back in, and catches the youngster by surprise with a SPINEBUSTER! Bruno’s got this thing in the bag – no,
Kurtis slides in to stop the climb before it starts. On the outside, Cataclysm is setting up some tables ringside. He stacks one on top of the first, making
for one hell of a deathtrap should someone fall… Back inside now, and Banks is back in the ring, looking for someone to hit with a chain tied neatly
around his waist. Bruno gets turned about by a shot from Kurtis – BAM, chain to the face from Banks. But then Cataclysm rushes inside, his LEG wrapped
in barbed wire – what the hell? SPINNING WHEEL KICK to the face of Matthew Kurtis, and now he’s busted open! This is getting wilder by the minute. Cataclysm
rolls around in pain, and crawls to the corner to yank the barbed wire from his leg. Banks sees the prone Kurtis and bounces off the ropes – he leaps ONTO
the ladder, and scrambles up the last two steps – MID CARD KILLLLLLERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR! The roof just came off this place, 450 Splash from Banks onto Matthew
Kurtis from the top of the ladder! Outside, Bruno grabs a pipe and reaches around the ringpost to choke the life out of Cataclysm as he lies on the bottom
turnbuckle. Murcielago, a bloody mess, gets up and meets Clint Zellor as he enters the ring with a kick and vertical suplex on top of Matthew Kurtis, what
power! Zellor bounces up turns himself about and toe kicks Murcielago. He quickly shoves him between his legs, looking for a piledriver – blocked by Murcielago,
and now he back bodydrops him onto Kurtis – can this guy catch a break? Murcielago picks Zellor up off the mat, but never saw the LOW BLOW coming from
Banks – Zellor with the HATA ELIMANATAAAAA! Goodnight, nurse!

ROB MARTINEZ: If this were a pinfall match, it’d be all but over at this point. But why have Banks and Murcielago been the only two to try taking the title?
Banks nods at Zellor, and he goes to work in the corner on Cataclysm, who’s been severely weakened by Bruno – wait a minute, where did Bruno go? He slides
into the ring behind Banks – with BARBIEEEEEEEEE! BAM!, right in the forehead! Luckily for him, he caught the very end of the 2 x 4 and didn’t get sliced
open. Zellor sees Bruno coming too late, and he gets ROCKED! The blood – the carnage! Half the men in this match have been busted wide open! Kurtis finally
gets up from half the men in the match being dropped on him. Bruno lets him have it too, and once more he stands tall! The crowd is going wild, they wanted
blood and Bruno has delivered! He picks up Murcielago in fireman’s carry position – F-5! F-5! RIGHT OVER THE TOP ROPE AND ONTO THE FLOOR! No one can stop
Bruno now! He climbs up the ladder, content with the mayhem he’s caused – or is he? He hops down, and picks up Cataclysm. Kick to the groin, that’s just
uncalled for. Bruno gets him into Crucifix Power Bomb position, this can’t be good! He runs with him on his back to the ropes – AND POWERBOMBS HIM OVER
THE ROPES, THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE TABLE! It shatters on impact, sending shards of wood and dust everywhere! The crowd is almost in riot mode, they’re CHANTING
Bruno’s name! He pounds on his chest, and finally is satisfied. He climbs the ladder, reaches the top quickly and goes to take the belt down – AND SIMPLY
BEAUTIFUL CHARGES INTO THE RING! HE RUNS UP THE LADDER AND DROPKICKS BRUNO OFF!!! SB lands on feet somehow, and picks up the chair – Bruno somehow gets
up and comes at SB – CRACK! CHAIRSHOT! The fans have not. Stopped. SCREAMING. Bruno shrugs the shot off tries to come back at the Italian Stallion – CRACK!
CRACK! CRACK! Three more shots, but Bruno is STILL UP! He’s…he’s…he’s in a Blind Rage! He roars at SB – this can’t be good! Some of the other guys
Bruno laid out are starting to stir, but they’re all staying the hell away from this fight. This is personal! Bruno throws a punch, but SB ducks it! He
tosses the chair to Bruno – SEXXXXAAAAAAAYYYYYYYKIIIICCCKK! Bruno flips over the ropes and lands on the apron, STILL not down. He’s woozy – ANOTHER SexyKick,
good grief what will it take? Bruno flies off and goes through the bottom table set up by Cataclysm! And SB follows after him, putting the other table
back in place and Bruno on top of it. SB goes back in the ring – what’s he gonna do here? Oh, no way! No WAY! He’s climbing the LADDER! He reaches the
top, the fans are now chanting HIS name! He spreads his arms out wide – AND LEAPS! NEW YORK NIGHTMARE! NEW YORK NIGHTMARE! NEW YORK NIGHTMARE! OFF THE
LADDER, THROUGH A TABLE ON THE ARENA FLOOR! “HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!” Simply Beautiful may have just committed murder-suicide,
and the North Carolina fans are beside themselves! Have you ever in your life seen something like that?

SB crawls out of the wreckage, holding his hand up high. He holds his ribs – they just might be broken – and exits through the crowd, who reach out just
to touch him as he leaves. And the match goes on! By now, Banks, Zellor, and Kurtis have somewhat recovered. Murcielago is gathering himself on the floor,
just a few feet from the broken body of Brian Bruno. Cataclysm hasn’t even moved an inch. Zellor gets in a big punch on Banks and sends him to the mat.
Kurtis quickly gets the upper hand on Zellor with a knee to the gut – Bluebrass Bomb! That has to be it for Zellor, and now it looks like Kurtis has this
thing won. He starts his climb – and so does a revitalized David Banks! They race to the top, and both reach up for the belt at once – Kurtis with a haymaker,
and Banks nearly falls off the ladder! Kurtis has a hand on the Carolinas Championship! Rake to the eyes from David Banks, and a punch to the gut for good
measure. He can grab the title right now! But he grabs Kurtis in a double underhook! OH MY!

And that was indeed BEYOND BELIEF, off the top of the ladder. The pop from the crowd is enough to put a hole in the ozone layer! Banks lays flat on his
back, completely wiped. Cataclysm is in the ring, he’s going for the title now! Where’d he get that second wind from? He’s sluggish as he climbs, but there’s
no one to bring him down – except Stone Zellor! Cataclysm slaps at the title, trying to quickly snatch it before it’s too late – and it’s too late. Zellor
pushes the ladder over, sending Cataclysm crashing down to the mat, just missing the ropes! Zellor falls to his knees, and the ladder falls beside him.
If he can just pick the ladder up and get it set…Murcielago is in the ring now, and he’s got the ladder! He sets it up goes to climb for the title -
but Zellor with a clothesline takes him down. But that damn Banks gets the jump on hi from behind yet again and toe kicks him, doubling the big man over.
Tiger Driver! Zellor gets folded up like an accordion and rolls out the ring. Murcielago and Banks trade punches – eye poke from Banks, that sneaky bastard!
He sees his chance and climbs, quickly as he can after using up so much energy, and heads to the top. Murcielago grabs him and yanks him off the ladder
– boot to the midsection. DROP TOP! Murcielago hit his finisher, and now he’s headed up the ladder with no one to stop him! He reaches – and he pulls the
title down!

JENNY JERSEY: HERE IS YOUR WINNER AND THE FIRST EVER REBEL CAROLINAS CHAMPION, MUUUUUURRCCCCIIIEEELLAAAAAGOOOO!

ROB MARTINEZ: HE DID IT! THE KID DID IT, WHAT AN UPSET! With all the punishment he took, he still was able to come out on top and become our first ever
Carolinas Champion! And listen to these fans, have yourself a look – they’re all on their feet, not just for Murcielago but for the match itself. I saw
some things I’ve never seen before, and don’t know if I ever want to see again. There’s bodies everywhere, blood has stained the ring. And Murcielago is
the new champion!

CHAD KURTIS: As much as I wanted to see my bro with the title, this guy went through Hell to win that strap! But he still has me waiting for him in the
wings!

In the ring, Murcielago cradles the championship like a newborn baby. He was indeed the underdog heading in. But every dog has his day.

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Wow. After that last match, the crowd is still buzzing. They don’t get too much time to come off of that high, though, because Jenny Jersey is climbing
back into the ring. “Paradise City” hits the speakers.

JENNY JERSEY: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, the special guest referee for the match… WARREN!

WARREN, dressed in a REBEL Pro referee’s jersey, comes out to a decent cheer from the fans! He looks a little pensive tonight, but still manages to keep
a smile on his face. Warren circles the front row, singing to his theme music and glad handing the fans before climbing into the ring.

“The Wretched”, Nine Inch Nails.

JENNY JERSEY: And the competitors! First, from somewhere in the Amazon Basin and being accompanied to the ring by Ringmaster Iago and Miranda. Weighing
in at THREE HUNDRED and FIFTY pounds, he is the undefeated monster of REBEL Pro Wrestling… CALIBAN!

Miranda and the sinister Ringmaster Iago step out from the back, and hold open the curtains for the monstrous CALIBAN. There is a mixed reaction from the
crowd, some cheers, some boos – but love him or hate him the giant man-beast has everyone’s attention. Flanked by his handlers, Caliban heads down to the
ring and slides in. He takes a half-step toward Warren, but Miranda whistles and indicates that that’s a big “No!”

“Knights of Cydonia”, MUSE, and a HUGE pop from the North Carolina crowd!

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent! From St. Albert, Alberta, Canada, and being accompanied to the ring by Bill Fleming. Weighing in at TWO HUNDRED and SEVENTY
pounds… BRUCE! THE BEAST! RICHARDS!

BRUCE “The Beast” RICHARDS emerges from the curtains, with Bill Fleming at his side. He bee-lines to the ring, hands his cowboy hat to Bill, then steps
in. In an instant, Bruce Richards is right in Caliban’s face, and the two just angrily stare at each other… and for one of the only times in his career,
the Beast is the smaller of the two men. Caliban has seven inches and nearly a hundred pounds on the five time NAPW Tag Team Champion. But that doesn’t
mean the crowd hasn’t decided how this will go down.

“BEAST IS GONNA KILL YOU! BEAST IS GONNA KILL YOU!”

Iago angrily shouts at the front row to please be quiet, but Warren seems to be encouraging them from the ring. Caliban, to his credit, doesn’t seem to
be paying any attention to this. Fleming shoots an angry glance at Miranda and Iago in Caliban’s corner. And there’s the bell!

Bruce Richards immediately explodes with a barrage of punches and the crowd explodes! The monstrous Caliban takes the brunt of it, but even he is staggered
by the onslaught, backing toward a corner, and getting his arms up to defend!

ROB MARTINEZ: What an opening assault from The Beast! I’ve never seen Caliban put on the defensive before!

Richards takes advantage of his early momentum, catching Caliban by the dreadlocked head, planting his feet in the monster’s chest, and Monkey Flip! Richards
rolls back to his feet while Caliban bounces across the canvas, rushes the far ropes, and rebounds with a perfect big boot that bulls eyes the monster
right in the face. Caliban goes down and the crowd is going wild! Bruce Richards with a pin! One! Kickout with authority from Caliban!

ROB MARTINEZ: A fair count there from Warren. Looks like he really does plan to call this down the middle.

You wouldn’t know that from the glare Iago is sending Warren’s direction. Warren visibly gulps. Bruce quickly takes his feet, looking to continue pressing
his advantage. Caliban pulls himself up with ropes, and turns right into a flying lariat that sends both men crashing to the ring! The fans cheer again,
and again Richards rolls to his feet… and now he’s signaling that he’s going upstairs! These REBEL fans are rising to their feet as he climbs up to the
top rope! But wait! Ringmaster Iago is on the apron, grabbing at his foot. Bill Fleming immediately call foul! Bruce angrily shucks him off, and glares
down at the sinister, well dressed man. Iago tries to reach up again, but Warren catches his arm! Iago glares into Warren’s face and demands he be unhanded,
but the young official doesn’t gulp this time, he just grins. “You! Are! OUTTA HERE, buuuuuuuuudy!”

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh my! Ringmaster Iago’s just been ejected from ringside!

Iago protests and Warren just waves him goodbye. But the damage has been done, and from the smug look on Iago’s face as he starts leaving ringside, he knows
it. Bruce stands on the corner… and then is suddenly and harshly pulled down. In an instant he’s draped face up across Caliban’s shoulders… DREADLOCK
DROP! Richards is planted in the ring and Caliban rises and ROARS. The monster grabs down at The Beast, and pulls him to his feet, then hooks up his head…
Suplex… SLAM. And again Richards is driven face-first into the canvas! The monster turns him over, and covers! One! Two! Just two. Another fair count
from Warren. Caliban maintains his advantage, taking Richards by the head, sitting him up and applying a sideways Chinlock. Bill Fleming starts pounding
on the apron, trying to rally the crowd behind Richards, and they’re more than happy to oblige. Richards grasps at Caliban’s meaty hands, trying to break
the lock and grits his teeth, but refuses to submit. He starts getting fired up by the crowd, and begins trying to climb to his feet, struggling against
the dominating monster, and suddenly the Beast starts fighting back, throwing an elbow into Caliban’s solar plexus! Caliban is stunned, and Bruce – rising
to his feet – whips the man-beast into the ropes. Caliban catches himself before he can spill over, but Bruce rushes him and clothesline’s him right over
the top rope! Caliban crashes to ringside and the fans applaud! Miranda rushes over to check on her fallen monster, but stops dead in her tracks and dives
for cover because HERE COMES THE BEAST! Suicide No-Hands Plancha! Richards crashes into Caliban and both men spill into the guardrail The crowd cheers
again, and Warren starts counting! One! Two! Three! Four! Both men are stirring at ringside. Five! Six! Seven! Eight! Caliban has risen, but Richards catches
him and starts throwing some punches. Nine! Ten! And Warren starts calling for the bell…

ROB MARTINEZ: What’s Warren doing? Warren! There’s no count-out! This is REBEL Pro Wrestling!

Warren, having heard Martinez at ringside, looks perplexed – but there’s nothing he can do. The two manimals are clashing at ringside, unabated. Caliban
has again taken the upper hand, driving Richards into the ring post. The Beast slowly turns himself around, and gets squashed against the post by a huge
body splash from the provigil-viagra for the brain man-beast! Richards goes slack, and Caliban catches him and rolls him into the ring. He goes to follow but Miranda whistles and catches
his attention. She points at one of the left over tables from the TLC match earlier.

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh no. I know where this is going, and it isn’t going to be pretty!

The fans are a mixture of cheers and boos as Caliban plucks up the table and slides it into the ring. He climbs into the ring after it, and then pulls it
into the corner as Bruce Richards starts stirring in the ring. The crowd starts chanting “Beast! Beast! Beast!,” and Fleming claps along with them, trying
to revive him. Warren goes over to Caliban as he sets up the table in the corner and yells for him to get rid of it, but the monster just shoots a glare
at him that sends him backpedaling. Bruce has risen in the far corner, and angrily glares at Caliban’s back as the man-beast finishes setting up his table.
Caliban turns to go and get Richards only to see him up in the corner! The crowd rises to it’s feet! Warren goes to take down the table! Bruce “the Beast”
Richards charges! Caliban dives aside!

ROB MARTINEZ: OH MOMMA NO!

THE BEAST AND WARREN COLLIDE! Warren gets put through the table in the corner with authority and the REBEL Pro fans can’t help but GROAN! Bruce scrambles
to his feet and looks down at the shattered table and equally shattered guest referee. He turns in time to duck a clothesline attempt from Caliban! He
grabs the arm and pulls the monster up onto his shoulders! The Beast grunts… CHART ATTACK! The REBEL fans ERUPT! Stick a fork in him, Caliban is DONE!
Miranda is angrily shouting at him to get back up… but Bruce Richards knows there’s no referee, and he needs to make SURE Caliban is dead! He goes upstairs!
DIVING MOONSAULT! Richards hooks the leg, and starts shouting for Warren to get up! Bill Fleming shakes him… but I think Warren might be dead! Wait…
someone’s running out from backstage in a referee jersey! He hits the ring and counts! ONE!

And stops, hand raised.

It’s Stylin’ Kyle Roberts.

Richards glares into the face of his former tag team partner. The REBEL fans BOO for all they’re worth. Some are still counting the pinfall, and are up
around a six count, but Roberts just grins at Richards, hand held high. Slowly… PAINFULLY slowly… he starts to count… twoooooooooooooooKICKOUT! BOO!
Miranda laughs and applauds at ringside, but Bill Fleming is going ape! He keeps shaking Warren, trying to rouse him, but it’s to no avail. Stylin’ Kyle
is the new referee. And Bruce “the Beast” Richards is none too happy about it.

Richards shouts at Kyle to get the hell out of there, but Stylin’ Kyle shrugs and points behind him. The Beast turns… CLOTHESLINE! Richards spins head-over-heels
and crashes into the canvas. Kyle cringes and laughs. Caliban hauls the Beast to his feet, whips him at the ropes. Richards rebounds, Caliban catches him…
Tilt-A-Whirl BACKBREAKER. Richards writhes on the mat, and Caliban covers! Stylin’ Kyle with the count! ONETWOTHKICKOUT! My GOD what a fast count! Bruce
Richards JUUUUST kicked out, and Kyle shrugs. Caliban pulls The Beast back up, takes him by the head, and DRIVES him into the top turnbuckle. Bruce turns,
and slumps into the corner… and suddenly has Miranda CHOKING him with her bull whip! Richards gags, eyes bulging, and the fans turn instantly hostile!
Bill Fleming is calling for her to be ejected, but Stylin’ Kyle isn’t even watching. He’s too busy poking Warren with his toe. Fleming climbs the apron
and gets right into Roberts’ face, demanding he take action. Stylin’ Kyle grins. “Heya, Bill! GET TO STEPPIN’!”

ROB MARTINEZ: This is insane! Now Bill Fleming is being ejected from ringside… and he didn’t even DO anything!

Bill throws a fit, but is powerless to do anything. Stylin’ Kyle waves him goodbye, and taps his head – he’s smarter than you, after all. Caliban has been
busy smacking Bruce in the chest with his meaty hands! The fans are groaning with each shot, but at least Miranda has released her illegal choke. Richards
sags in the corner, looking spent and trying desperately to catch his breath, but the man-beast is relentless. Miranda rushes over to the time-keeper’s
table and sweeps everything off, then pulls it over toward the ring. Caliban sees it, and grabs The Beast by the throat, hauling him up into a Gorilla
Press! The fans rise again to their feet as Caliban steps over to the edge of the ring! He drops Richards… but don’t count out the Beast! He catches
himself on the ropes, and lands on his feet on the apron! Caliban ROARS and rushes him for the Cactus Clothesline, but Bruce lowers the bridge! Caliban
goes up, over, and CRASHES through the table at ringside!

“Holy SHIT! Holy SHIT!”

Richards drops ringside and roughly shoulders Miranda aside, shooting her a glare. “You wanted to see the BEAST!? WELL HERE HE IS!” The crowd erupts again
as he grabs a handful of Caliban’s dreadlocks and PULLS the fallen animal to his feet. The Beast grabs his opponent, locking on the Cobra Clutch… and
BOMB! Right onto the hard floor at ringside! Caliban HOWLS, clutching at his back, and The Beast with a STIFF kick to the back! Caliban howls again, and
tries to crawl away, but Richards again catches him by the head and drives him headfirst into the steel ring steps. Caliban goes slack, and Bruce, still
holding a handful of dreadlocks, starts grinding the monster’s face against the steps! The crowd cheers, and Caliban howls, reaching back and trying to
catch his attacker, but The Beast pulls the man-beast’s head back and drives it once more into the steps! The Beast then hauls Caliban up and rolls him
into the ring. Caliban, woozy, attempts to rise while cialis for daily use Richards goes upstairs again, but he collapses, mid-ring. Richards is signalling for the moonsault…
but then Stylin’ Kyle pulls the man-beast aside! The Beast hops down from the top rope and storms over to Kyle, getting right in his face. The fever pitch
of the REBEL Pro Wrestling fans rises again as the former members of D-X glare into each other’s eyes. Heated words are exchanged about “coming into my
home”, and being “fair and impartial for just once in your life”. The Beast backs off, Stylin’ Kyle grinning… THE CLAW! Kyle Roberts FLAILS but Bruce
Richards has the claw locked in! The REBEL fans cheer as the replacement referee tries to grab at the ropes… but he’s got nowhere to run! Kyle’s arms
go limp, then his knees give out… and Stylin’ Kyle Roberts fades away under the Beast’s unrelenting hold!

ROB MARTINEZ: We’re sans-referee again, folks! This thing is getting out of hand!

Warren is still KO’d in a corner. Now, Stylin’ Kyle is unconscious! Richards releases his hold, and rolls Kyle out of the ring, where he plops down to ringside
limp. He rises back to his feet and makes a throat slitting motion with his thumb, then turns… and ducks a lariat from Caliban! He again grabs the arm,
hauls Caliban up to his shoulders…

CHART ATTACK KILLS YOU DEAD!

He hooks the leg! But there’s no… wait! Warren is stirring in the corner! The young man crawls to toward the pin as the crowd rises to it’s feet! He starts
counting! The fans count along!

ONE!

TWO!

THRKICKOUT!

ROB MARTINEZ: I CAN’T BELIEVE IT!

And neither can Bruce “the Beast” Richards! He looks down at the stirring man-beast incredulously, then slowly rises to his feet. The Beast reaches down
and takes Caliban by the dreadlocks, and pulls him up, and again onto his shoulders. He grunts again under the strain, and the fans are cheering!

CHART ATTACK…

But Caliban lands on his feet like a cat!

Bruce Richards’ eyes bug out and Caliban clamps a hand over his throat, eyes blazing through the slits in his mask. Bruce struggles, but the monster manages
to get his other hand on his neck too! CHOKEBOMB! Richards is slammed with enough force that the ring shakes! Caliban pins! Warren, still barely moving
on the mat, counts!

ONE!

TWO!

THRKICKOUT!

ROB MARTINEZ: OH! MY! GOD!

Caliban roars and falls backward, exhausted! Even monsters have limits, and this might just be his! Both men are down in the ring… heck, all THREE men
are down if you count Warren! And Stylin’ Kyle is still prone at ringside! Miranda shouts at Caliban to rally himself, and the REBEL fans start chanting…
“This is awesome!” Clap, clap, clap clap clap. “This is awesome!” Clap, clap, clap clap clap.

Bruce “the Beast” Richards begins to stir. So, too, does Caliban. And then, Warren. All three men slowly retake their feet as the crowd continues to cheer
them. Bruce turns, throwing a blind punch at Caliban. Caliban takes it in the chops, then fires one back. The Beast staggers, then throws one back! Caliban!
Beast! Caliban! Beast! Beast! And Caliban SURGES forward, catching the Beast… SPINEBUSTER! Bruce Richards rolls to the ropes, and grabs at them, grimacing
with pain, and trying to regain his footing, but Caliban rushes him for the Cactus Clothesline! Again, though, The Beast has him scouted and ducks aside!
Caliban catches himself on the ropes… and suddenly the Beast is scooping him up over his shoulders… and Caliban somehow rolls through, landing on his
feet! He catches The Beast by the back of the neck! Bruce squirms aside, throwing an elbow at the monster that staggers him! The Beast, now, ducks down
to get Caliban set back up for the Chart Attack, but Caliban steps back, reaches over and grabs him by the back of the neck again, then ROUGHLY swings
Bruce around, planting him face first into the top turnbuckle! Richards is seeing stars but Caliban doesn’t let go of his neck, instead hauling him up
for…

HEART OF DARKNESS! The REBEL Fans EXPLODE! This has to be it!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner… CALIBANNNNN!

“The Wretched” plays as Caliban rolls out of the ring. He and Miranda, who is helping a pained looking Stylin’ Kyle Roberts, retreat to the back to a mix
of boos and applause from the REBEL fans.

ROB MARTINEZ: My GOD! What a BRUTAL, INTENSE match-up! Both men took each other to the LIMIT! Bruce “the Beast” Richards actually matched the dominant Caliban
physically in the ring… but came up just a little short in the end! I can’t help but think that had Stylin’ Kyle Roberts not gotten involved, that The
Beast may have walked out of here a winner tonight… but we may never know. What we DO know, however, is that The Beast proved tonight that Caliban is
NOT unbeatable!

In the ring, Bruce “the Beast” Richards slowly rises, using the ropes for support. Suddenly Warren is there, helping him to his feet. The Beast glares at
the young man for a second, then smirks and extends a hand. Warren smiles and shakes it, then raises The Beast’s arm! The REBEL Fans cheer, then…

“Thank you, Richards!” Clap, clap, clap clap clap! “Thank you, Richards!” Clap, clap, clap clap clap!

As Richards is waving to the fans, Caliban slips into the ring and attacks a distracted “Beast!” Richards is taken to the mat with a flurry of kicks and
punches and suddenly WARREN of all people shoves him away! The crowd explodes at Warrens guts but the poor boy looks ready to wet himself. Caliban swings
and Warren ducks underthe fist! The monster spins around and Warren jabs a thumb to the eye! Warren hooks the head of Caliban and goes for a sliced bread
#2! However the monster Caliban simply throws him off and Warren sails down to the floor and hard against the ring barrier! Caliban takes a look at the
crumpled Warren down below him and turns just in time to get clotheslined over the top rope by Bruce Richards! The monster lands with a heavy thud and
the crowd again explodes for “the Beast!”

ROB MARTINEZ: He may not be from REBEL, but he just showed the fans that he’s more than capable of handling himself in this violent promotion! What a show!
What a match! And we still have the main event left to go!

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

The crowd pops huge as “We Fall, We Fall” by Dead Celebrity Status hits the sound system.

JENNY JERSEY: Coming to the ring first, he hails from St. Paul Minnesota and weighs in at 254 pounds…”Superstar” Tommy Deathrow!!!

The DOOMrider emerges from the back to a loud ovation from the North Carolina crowd. He grins and limps his way towards the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: It’s amazing that “Superstar” Tommy Deathrow is even here tonight! Just a week ago he took a horrific fall thanks to the disturbed Sebastien
Martyr. Lord only knows what sort of injuries he’s walking into the ring with.

JENNY JERSEY: And introducing the REBEL Pro Heavyweight Champion…..

Another monster pop from the crowd as “The Champ Is Here” by Jadakiss pumps through the speakers.

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

Rex emerges from the back with his entourage from Rex Calibers Fan Club. The REBEL Title is firmly around the waist of the champ as he makes his way towards
the ring. In fact his whole entrance is reminiscent of something you would see out of boxing not wrestling.

ROB MARTINEZ: A new look for our new champ here tonight. Hopefully REBEL isn’t footing the bill for all of Calibers new friends.

Rex enters the ring and unfastens the title belt from around his waist. He kisses it and hands it over to the referee. Tommy smirks at Rex and his crew
and yells “That Belts Is Mine!” to the crowd.

ROB MARTINEZ: You have to wonder if Tommy is even cleared to wrestle tonight. Not that it would stop that insane bastard.

The referee calls for the bell and the two men slowly approach each other. Tommy is talking seven layers of smack and Rex looks none too pleased about it.
They get in each others face and the trash talk continues as the fans are stomping their feet and clapping their hands in anticipation for the war that’s
about to break out. Rex shoves Tommy backwards and the DOOMrider responds by planting a stiff right hand against the champs head! A vicious chop across
the chest of Rex Caliber gets a “woooooooo’ from the crowd and the champ is on the defensive early! Deathrow blocks a right hand, rakes the eyes of Caliber
and throws him to the outside. Deathrow gingerly crawls out of the ring and is greeted by a knee to the ribs by Caliber! Caliber attempts to Irish whip
Deathrow into the ringpost but it’s reversed and it’s the REBEL Heavyweight Champion who hits shoulder first into the unforgiving steel post! Deathrow
throws back the ring apron and pulls out a metal trash can to a big pop!

ROB MARTINEZ: Tommy breaking out the inanimate objects early here.

Rex takes a shot to the chrome dome with the trash can! Rex staggers around ringside as Tommy follows him with a now dented trash can. Deathrow smacks the
trash can across the back of Rex and the champ drops to his knees! The DOOMrider drops the can and starts to pound away at the head of the champ with stiff
right hands. Rex is rolled back into the ring and Deathrow slowly pulls himself up onto the ring apron. Rex takes advantage of Deathrows lingering injuries
and drives a shoulder into the ribs of the challenger! A hiptoss over the top rope lands Tommy into the ring and the Champ is in charge. Rex pulls Deathrow
to his feet and takes him up into the lights with a delayed vertical suplex. Rex brings Deathrow crashing down to the mat and floats over into a pin attempt.
Tommy kicks out at two and Rex locks in a rear chin lock.

ROB MARTINEZ: Caliber doing the right thing here by keeping Deathrow grounded.

Tommy fights to his feet and the rear chin lock slips into a side headlock. Tommy backs Rex into the ropes and shoots him off. Rex ducks a Deathrow clothesline
and goes for a cross body block only to have the DOOMrider drop out of sight! Rex hits the mat hard and Tommy drops a leg across the back of Calibers neck!
Instead of a cover, Tommy again rolls out of the ring in the search of plunder. Tommy yanks the timekeeper from his seat and takes his chair as caliber
is still down in the ring! The DOOMrider crawls into the ring just as Rex is getting to his feet and he rushes him! Caliber was simply playing possum and
catches Deathrow with a death valley driver! Rex goes for the cover and Tommy kicks out at two! Rex questions the referees count and looks upset. Rex goes
to pull Tommy off of the mat and takes a low blow that drops the Champion like a rock!

ROB MARTINEZ: Ooohhhhh that’ll leave a lasting impression.

Tommy slowly gets to his feet and watches as Rex uses the ring ropes to pull himself up a vertical position. Sweaty Ball Claw from Deathrow! Calibers face
is turning beet red from the claw hold as Tommy cranks up the pressure! Rex Caliber lashes out with a pair of kicks to the ribs of the DOOMrider and the
hold is broken! Rex goes for a clothesline but Tommy ducks! The referee however isn’t so lucky and gets dropped to the mat courtesy of the REBEL Champion!
Rex looks down at the referee and shakes his head. He turns around and takes a kick to the nether regions that doubles him over! Deathrow Driver! It’s
over! But the referee is still down! The fans count along with Tommy as he slaps the mat with his hand, one, two three!

ROB MARTINEZ: We need another referee out here! We could have a new champion in mere moments!

Then it happens. From the crowd Mr. Canada emerges from the crowd and slips into the ring! Tommy spots him and tries to get to his feet only to have Mr.
Canada put the boots to him!

ROB MARTINEZ: What the Hell is up with this Mr. Canada crap?

Suddenly….

The Arena lights go out!

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh dear…

The lights return and standing in the middle of the ring is none other than “Sick” Billy Kryenik! The fans go NUTS as Kryenik pulls Mr. Canada off of Tommy
and starts to pummel him with big right hands! A clothesline sends Mr. Canada over the top rope to the floor and the DOOMrider goes out after him!

ROB MARTINEZ: Tommy brought back up! “Sick” Billy Kryenik is beating the Hell out of this Mr. Canada guy!

Indeed he is, the duo battle their way towards the back as the fans are still going bananas over the surprise appearance of Deathrows partner. Back in the
ring the referee is starting to come to and Tommy pulls Rex off of the mat and gets ready to hit another Deathrow Driver!

ROB MARTINEZ: This is it! If he hits this we’ll have a new champion!

Then…From under the ring comes a Man In Black! He slips into the ring behind Tommy and smacks him in the back of the head with a lead pipe! Tommy collapses
with Rex Caliber on top of him! The Man In Black makes a hasty retreat as the referee rolls over, spots the cover and makes a slow three count!

ROB MARTINEZ: Rex retains the title! But now we have a Man In Black? Tommy Deathrow was once a Man In Black! When did this turn into “Days of our lives?”
JENNY JERSEY: Your winner…And STILL REBEL Pro Heavyweight Champion….”The One Man Crime Spree” Rex Caliber!!!

Caliber is handed the title belt and he looks at the unconscious Deathrow with a confused expression on his face. He even asks the referee “What Happened?”
ROB MARTINEZ: Well it’s been a Hell of a night here in the REBEL Arena. A new Carolinas Champ was crowned and Rex Caliber retains the title in controversial
fashion. Folks we’ll be back next week!

Fade out on a confused Rex Caliber trying to help the DOOMrider back to his feet as the crowd is split 50/50 for the result of the main event. Nothing is
what it seems in REBEL, and ANYTHING can happen in this Arena!