Mayhem in Mexico 01/08/2008,

01/08/2008
The show opens a little bit different. Rob Martinez and Rex Caliber are already in the ring. And so is Rick Garrett, and for tonight only a English to Spanish
interpreter, Mr. Ambrosio Estes. Rick Garrett is holding the REBEL Pro Wrestling Carolina’s Championship. Rick Garrett is the first person to speak.

RICK GARRETT: I want to thank everyone watching on closed circuit television back in Raleigh, North Carolina. I want to thank all TWO THOUSAND fans in this
great country who are here live! Mexico has been nothing but a great experience for everyone, except for the deported Manny X, who had some troubles several
days back. But it’s all good. I want to thank everyone who have supported REBEL since day one. Tonight I’m here to do something that isn’t easy to do.
MR. ESTES: Deseo agradecer cada uno que mira en la parte posteriora en Raleigh, Carolina del Norte de la televisión a circuito cerrado. ¡Deseo agradecer
los DOS MIL ventiladores en este gran país que son aquí vivos! México no ha sido nada pero una gran experiencia para cada uno, a excepción del Manny deportado
X, el cual tenía algunos apuros varios días mueve hacia atrás. Pero es todo bueno. Deseo agradecer cada uno que ha apoyado a REBELDE desde el día uno.
Estoy esta noche aquí hacer algo que no es fácil de hacer.

Rick Garrett breathes in.

RICK GARRETT: This company was built on the blood of superstars who risked their bodies every show that REBEL booked them on. Rex Caliber fought the toughest
competition around, all to make REBEL stand out. Kyle Roberts continues to do the same thing today. But one of our champions…. he doesn’t feel the same
way as the rest of the roster. Link Van Haggard calls me up three days ago and tells me… “he don’t feel like going down to Mexico, he ain’t coming.”
Now I ask him, what about the contract, what about the fans… his response was this: “Stick a mask on someone and tell them Link Van Haggard is wrestling
as a luchadore, and those idiot fans won’t no the difference.” If that’s not enough, we also discovered a few other dishonest and deceiving things that
man has done behind the scenes in REBEL over the last few months. I let it slide at the time, hoping that it wasn’t a trend. All that builds up, add in
wanting to “Call in sick” for the Mexico show, and boom.. you got one pissed off owner. So I tell him, to either get his ass in Mexico, and fight in front
of the crowd who paid to see the Battle of the Champions, or send me the belt back, and find somewhere else to wrestle when NAPW is off. So my belt is
express mailed to me, with a note saying that “You’ll be missing one great piece of talent.”

MR. ESTES: Construyeron a esta compañía en la sangre de las superestrellas que arriesgaron a sus cuerpos cada demostración que REBELAN los reservaron encendido.
El calibre de Rex luchó la competición más resistente alrededor, todos de hacer el soporte REBELDE hacia fuera. Kyle Roberts continúa haciendo la misma
cosa hoy. Pero uno de nuestros campeones…. él no siente la misma manera que el resto de la lista. Link Van Haggard me llama encima hace de tres días
y me dice que… “él no se sienta como ir abajo a México, él no esté viniendo.” Ahora le pregunto, qué sobre el contrato, cuál sobre los ventiladores…
era ésta su respuesta: “pegue una máscara en alguien y dígales que Link Van Haggard esté luchando como luchadore, y esos ventiladores del idiota no ningún
la diferencia.” Si ése no es bastante, también descubrimos algunas otras cosas deshonestas y que engañaban que el hombre ha hecho detrás de las escenas
en REBELDE sobre los últimos meses. La dejé resbalar en ese entonces, esperando que no era una tendencia. Todos que se acumulan, agregan en el deseo “llamar
en enfermo” para la demostración de México, y auge. usted consiguió uno pissed de dueño. Tan le digo, a cualquiera consigo su asno en México, y lucho delante
de la muchedumbre que pagó ver la batalla de los campeones, o me envío la correa detrás, y encuentro en alguna parte para luchar cuando NAPW está apagado.
Mi correa es tan expresa enviada a mí, con un refrán de la nota que “usted esté faltando un gran pedazo del talento.”

RICK GARRETT: There’s a tradition in this company, and we respect the fans enough not to bull shit them and sugar coat things. Link Van Haggard is fired
and will never be in REBEL again. This isn’t a deal where he returns two months later, and all that bull shit Vince tries to sell you. This is REBEL PRO
WRESTLING! We feed on competition and violence. If you come here and expect to be a lazy performer, you get ATE ALIVE! You want to be a GOD DAMN CHAMPION
IN REBEL…. YOU WILL HAVE TO PAY THE PRICE! BLOOD, SWEAT AND TEARS IS WHAT EARNS CHAMPIONSHIPS HERE!

MR. ESTES: Hay una tradición en esta compañía, y respetamos los ventiladores que cagan bastantes no al toro ellos y las cosas de la capa del azúcar. Encienden
y nunca estará a Link Van Haggard en REBELDE otra vez. Esto no es un reparto donde él vuelve dos meses más adelante, y toda esa mierda Vince del toro intenta
venderle. ¡Ésta es FAVORABLE LUCHA REBELDE! Alimentamos en la competición y la violencia. ¡Si usted viene aquí y espera ser ejecutantes perezosos, usted
consigue COMIÓ VIVO! Usted desea ser un CAMPEÓN de la MALDICIÓN del DIOS EN REBELDE…. ¡CUSTED TENDRÁ QUE PAGAR EL PRECIO! ¡CLA SANGRE, EL SUDOR Y LOS
RASGONES GANA CAMPEONATOS AQUÍ!

RICK GARRETT: This belt was pushed as one of the elite championships on the Indy circuit today. Dio Muerte, Chad Kurtis, Murcielago all helped build this
belt into something meaningful. Next week one of five men will get a chance to bring back that prestige to this belt. SCRAMBLE CAGE MATCH FOR THE VACATED
CAROLINA’S CHAMPIONSHIP! One man will leave with his mark on history. The competitors in that match will be announced following the show, but El Rey de
Corizones is in it (super pop) and will be the last man to enter the cage. He was scheduled to fight Link next week, and will still get his shot at the
belt. So, with that out of the way… here’s Rob.

MR. ESTES: Esta correa fue empujada como uno de los campeonatos de la élite en el circuito de Indy hoy. Dio Muerte, Sábalo Kurtis, Murcielago toda la estructura
ayudada esta correa en algo significativo. La semana próxima una de cinco hombres conseguirá una ocasión de traer detrás el prestigio a esta correa. ¡CFÓSFORO
DE LA JAULA DEL DESPEGUE EN TIEMPO MÍNIMO PARA EL CAMPEONATO DE LA CAROLINA DESOCUPADA! Un hombre se irá con su marca en historia. Anunciarán los competidores
en ese fósforo después de la demostración, pero El Rey de Corizones es en ella (estallido estupendo) y será el hombre pasado para entrar en la jaula. Él
programar luchar acoplamiento la semana próxima, e inmóvil conseguirá el suyo tiró en la correa. Así pues, con ése apartado… aquí está el robo.

Rick Garrett leaves the ring and Rob Martinez takes over. Mr. Estes doesn’t interpret them, cause they’re speech is for the broadcast and DVD only.

ROB MARTINEZ: Welcome to REBEL Pro Wrestling, broadcasting live via closed circuit television at the REBEL Arena, and over ten of Rick Garrett’s Gentlemen’s
Clubs. We have the largest REBEL crowd ever, and it is great to be in an outdoor arena!

REX CALIBER: We have no titles on the line, but the Battle of the Champions will take place. Kyle Roberts has been looking for a partner for nearly thirty
hours, and you know he called me like seven times.

ROB MARTINEZ: He’d rather tag with me, than tag with you! Anyways, the match is still on, and no one knows if or who Kyle got to come in. Also tonight a
MEXICAN DEATH MATCH: MURCIELAGO VS MR. MEXICO!

REX CALIBER: I hear that Mr. Mexico is a Rexcellent ! But anyways, we got the debut of a lot of new names, plus the return of an old one… PRINCE W. DARKO!
Him and Dez Carter, both from NAPW are here for one night only to test the REBEL competitors tonight!

ROB MARTINEZ: All this and a NUMBER ONE CONTENDERS CUP MATCH! Adam Davis tries to steal the cup from the nearly unstoppable KRENSHOV! Tonight you will most
definitely witness…

REX CALIBER: (interrupting) SOME MAYHEM IN MEXICO!

Rob just glares at Rex who couldn’t help himself!

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“Pitiful” by the Blindside begins to blast through the sound system as the debuting Sean Raynor makes his way down the entrance ramp…

JENNY JERSEY: Making his way to the ring first, weighing in tonight at two hundred and thirty seven pounds, fighting out of the Bronx, New York, the suplex
machine…. SEAN RAYNOR!

MR. ESTES: Haciendo su manera al anillo primero, pesando adentro esta noche en doscientas y treinta siete libras, luchando fuera del Bronx, Nueva York,
la máquina del suplex…. SEAN RAYNOR!

Raynor makes it to the ring quickly, without getting much of a reaction from the crowd. Raynor walks to the ropes and tries to play to the crowd a little
but is interrupted as “The Beverly Hillbillies Theme” begins to blast through the sound system to the delight of the crowd as Cuzin Zeke begins to make
his way to the ring…

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent… weighing in at two hundred and sixty pounds, from Turkey Cross, Kentucky… CUZIN ZEKE!

MR. ESTES: Y el su… pesar opuesto adentro en doscientas y sesenta libras, de la cruz de Turquía, Kentucky… CUZIN ZEKE!

REX CALIBER: This should be an interesting match with the contrast of styles between the two wrestlers. A suplex wrestler versus an unorthodox powerhouse.
ROB MARTINEZ: It’s surprising to me anyway how the Mexican fans have gotten behind Cuzin Zeke.

REX CALIBER: Maybe they have him mistake for hillbilly Jim? Who really cares why they have gotten behind the hillbilly… all that really matters is what
he can do in the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: Well, then let’s get to the action and see what he can do.

Raynor is mouthing something at Zeke who seems to not to be bother by the statement as the two tie up. Raynor tries to maneuver his way in a side suplex,
but Zeke counters by slinging Sean off the ropes into a clothesline. Zeke then gets Raynor in a camel clutch.

ROB MARTINEZ: This could be the shortest match in REBEL history if Raynor doesn’t get out of the camel clutch.

REX CALIBER: Zeke’s big and powerful, but not that smart. Raynor can get to the ropes. Just watch.

Raynor tries to reverse the hold, but Zeke is to powerful. Referee Alan Stone checks for the submission. Raynor tries to reach the ropes, but they are just
out of his reach. He reaches once more, and gets his finger on it as Stone calls for the rope break. Both men get to their feet as Raynor tries for a belly-to-belly
suplex, but it is blocked by Zeke who counters with a standing piledriver! Zeke goes for the cover…one…two… Kickout!

REX CALIBER: Zeke went for the cover a little too soon. There seems to be a little life in Raynor, yet!

ROB MARTINEZ: Frankly I thought that was it. If Sean Raynor doesn’t get something, anything going soon, it’s going to be over soon enough.

REX CALIBER: I have to admit this Cuzin Zeke has been pretty impressive tonight! The question is can he finish it?

Zeke gives Raynor a little room as they both get back on their feet. Raynor takes advantage of the space and attempts a clothesline from Hell, but runs
into mule kick from the big man. Zeke follows up with not one but two scoop slams to the delight of the crowd, who have begun chanting viva Zeke. Zeke
is climbing the turnbuckle, all the way to the TOP!

REX CALIBER: This is bad, bad news for Raynor. Zeke is looking to land the MUD PUDDLE!

ROB MARTINEZ: If Zeke lands this it’s over! He’ll squash Raynor like a 4×4 through an anthill!

REX CALIBER: AIR HILLBILLY YA’LL!

Zeke spots his target and FLIES… MUD PUDDLE SPLASHES! Raynor is dead to the world, Zeke covers as Alan Stone counts one, two, THREE!

JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner, CUZIN ZEKE!

MR. ESTES: ¡Aquí está su ganador, CUZIN ZEKE!

Zeke doesn’t pose for the fans, though. Instead he climbs out of the ring and goes over to the crowd where… one fan hands him a bucket of slop!

REX CALIBER: Not this again!

Zeke takes the bucket back into the ring… and delivers a bucketful of SLOP all over the face of Sean Raynor! The crowd pops and Zeke heads back outside
the ring, high-fiving the fans around ringside.

ROB MARTINEZ: See, Caliber, you never should have doubted this kid — he simply dominated this match here tonight.

REX CALIBER: Dominate may just be an understatement. Didn’t need to do a damn hillbilly facial with that slop bucket though! Having a fiesta with these
fans now, hell, it’s a big night for the yokel!

Zeke continues to celebrate with the fans as Sean Raynor runs to the back in humiliation. Hillbilly win baby!

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***The following DVD Extra has been subtitled for your convenience.***

Recorded Earlier Today:

Fade in on the REBEL Pro training suite. There are a few wannabe rebels working out at various weight stations as they await their tryouts, a couple of
staff members on the treadmills and in the corner of the main room we see El Rey de Corazones doing mat exercizes.

Suddenly the thwup, thwup, thwup of sneakers hitting conveyor and the metal on metal clinking of weights being lifted just stops. We hear a whispered “Daaaaaaang”
and a not so quiet “Shiiiit, I’m outta here.” as one by two, people drop what they are doing and disappear mid workout. El Rey, absorbed in his training
regiment, continues on oblivious to the others until a shadow falls over him. He looks around, noticing the absence of people then looks up at the seven-foot
tall Monster, Deacon Frost.

Corazones: ¿Qué va, los guerreros?

Frost: What the…

Williams: Easy, bro…he said what’s up.

Bronx shakes his head and looks at the mask man.

Williams: We’re new here and just trying to get the lay of the land.

El Rey kips up off the mat and offers his hand to Bronx Williams (since he was the one to actually speak to him in Spanish, broken though it was.)

Corazones: Recepción a la Rebelar-Favorable lucha. Soy El Rey de Corazones y soy bastante nuevo al lugar mismo. Pero haré mi mejor para usted. ¿Puedo tener
el placer de saber a quién estoy hablando? (Welcome to Rebel-Pro Wrestling. I am El Rey de Corazones and I’m pretty new to the place myself. But I’ll do
my best for you. May I have the pleasure of knowing to whom I am speaking?)

Bronx smiles…

Williams: The tall glass of mean behind me is “The Monster” Deacon Frost and I, I am Bronx Williams. El cristal alto del medio detrás de mí es helada del
diácono “del monstruo” e I, soy Bronx Williams.

Tilting his head, El Rey thinks for a moment and then smiles.

Corazones: Amperio hora, sí. Usted debe ser uno de los equipos nuevos de la etiqueta que fue empleado recientemente. Creo que le llamaban… ¿Piscina Muerta?
(Ah, yes. You must be one of the new tag teams that was recently hired. I believe they were calling you … piscina muerta?(Which litterally translates
to Dead Swimming Pool, he mistakenly thought the two parts were seperate words.)

Williams: Yes, we are The Deadpool. One of the most deadliest tag teams in the business. Sí, somos el Deadpool. Uno de los equipos más mortales de la etiqueta
del negocio.

Frost: Bronx if I felt like watching the Spanish channel…

Bronx shakes his head and whispers to Deacon.

Williams: Relax big man, just getting some info.

Corazones: ¿El más mortal es? Soy seguro que C.A.B.S. amará tener un buen funcionamiento para el dinero. Mientras tanto su amigo aquí se parece un pedacito
herido para arriba. Tienen un jacuzzi en el cuarto siguiente. Puede ser que le ayude a relajar un pedacito. (Deadliest is it? I’m sure C.A.B.S. will love
to have a good run for the money. Meanwhile your friend here seems a bit wound up. They do have a jacuzzi in the next room. It might help him relax a bit.)
Noticing that El Rey is staring at him Frost reacts.

Frost: Is this little fucker talking about me, Bronx?

Bronx looking to avoid any problems, quickly thinks.

Williams: Naw…he was saying that your name sounded familiar.

Frost: Heh, is that so, ask him if he knows who Wild Chyld is.

El Rey looks from Deacon to Bronx with a questioning glance followed by a sly smile.

Corazones: ¿Qué? ¿Niño Salvaje? ¿Es ésa una cierta clase de nombre o el hombre grande aquí me está preguntando una fecha? (What? Wild Child? Is that some
kind of name or is big man here asking me on a date?)

Frost: What did he say?

Bronx looks at Frost and quickly gives him a plausible translation.

Williams: Um… He said your exploits are well known throughout the Indy scene. He also says its a honor to have you in the company.

Frost: Oh okay…nice to be here little man.

El Rey looks up at Frost and nods, then back down for an eye to eye with Mr. Williams.

Corazones: Tan. . . amigos. . . ¿con qué puedo ayudarle? (So . . . friends . . . what can I help you with?)

Williams: Nada mucho, apenas consiguiendo al despido la tierra y comprobando fuera de los individuos en la lista. Viendo quién está fresco y quién no es.
Nothing much, just getting the lay off the land and checking out the guys on the roster. Seeing who is cool and who is not.

Corazones scratches his head

Corazones: Bien, ése es resistente, yo significa aparte de un par que tienen todos sidos buenos yo hasta ahora. (Well, That’s a tough one,I mean aside from
a couple they have all been good to me so far.)

This time he scratches his chin (where it looks like he is starting a little beard.) and ponders for a moment.

Corazones: C.A.B.S. son los champs actuales de la etiqueta, ou desean vigilar ellos. Kyle Roberts se parece bastante fresco también. Obviamente hay YO.
Heh I diría la subsistencia justa que vaga alrededor y que satisface a gente. (C.A.B.S. are the current Tag champs, you want to keep an eye on them. Kyle
Roberts seems pretty cool too. Obviously there is ME. Heh I would say just keep wandering around and meeting people.)

Williams: La etiqueta champs… nos topará quizá en ellos también. Charla a usted más adelante. The tag champs…maybe we’ll bump into them too. Talk to
you later.

Corazones: Seguro, ningún problema, individuos. Gad a la ayuda. Y el mejor de suerte en su fósforo esta semana contra Team Amazing. (Sure, no problem, guys.
Glad to help. And Best of luck in your match this week against Team Amazing.)

As Deadpool walk away a bouncy brunette walks into the room wearing tight black leather pants, a light blue poet’s blouse and a black Stetson hat. She’s
carrying two bottles of Aqua Blue spring water. Her eyes briefly meet those of Bronx and Deacon as they pass.

Rosa: (handing one of the bottles to El Rey) ¿Quiénes son tan esos individuos y qué desearon? (So who are those guys and what did they want?)

Taking the water El Rey nods toward the departing pair and smiles.

Corazones: Uno de Rebelar-Favorables equipos nuevos de la etiqueta, están intentando familiarizarse con el lugar. Pienso que el pequeño se llamó piscina
muerta o algo como eso. Se parecen como los individuos de Niza. (One of REBEL-Pro’s new tag teams, They are trying to get to know the place. I think the
little one called themselves Dead Pool or something like that. They seem like nice guys.)

Rose: Bien, son individuos definitly GRANDES. (Well, They’re definitely BIG guys.)

…

A moment after Rose passes them, Deadpool turns to look back at our beautiful interpreter. The Monster comments on her and El Rey.

Frost: DAMN! It MUST be the Mask.

Williams: (half under his breath) Maybe you should think about getting one of those then.

Frost: What was that?

Williams: Nevermind …

Fade.

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JENNY JERSEY: The next contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, making their way to the ring, weighing in at a combined six hundred and thirty-five
pounds! “The Monster” Deacon Frost! Bronx Williams! They are the DEADPOOL!

MR. ESTES: ¡La competencia siguiente programar para una caída! ¡Introduciendo primero, haciendo su manera al anillo, pesando adentro en seiscientas y treinta
y cinco libras combinadas! ¡Helada Del Diácono “Del Monstruo”! ¡Bronx Williams! ¡Son los DEADPOOL!

Puddle of Mudd hits as Frost and Williams enter the arena. Dressed in matching ring attire, they don’t look like they’re here to lose. Intensely focused,
both men walk towards the ring as the fans jeer them. Williams is unfazed, but Deacon Frost almost loses his cool once and approaches a fan, threatening
him with a backhand, until he shakes his head, muttering that the fan wasn’t worth it.

JENNY JERSEY: And their opponents! Weighing in at a combined four hundred and twenty-five pounds! The Amazing Aaron Starr! Tony “X-Klaus” Johnson! They
are TEAM AMAZING!

MR. ESTES:¡Y sus opositores! ¡El pesar adentro en cuatro cientos y veinticinco libras combinadas! ¡El Aaron Asombroso Starr! ¡”X-Klaus Tony” Johnson! ¡Son
el SORPRENDER del EQUIPO

As Team Amazing hits the ramp, all you hear is “Gates of Tomorrow.” Crickets could be heard if it wasn’t drowned out by the Iron Maiden. Johnson runs out
wearing camo pants and a muscle shirt, followed by Starr.

REX CALIBER: That’s a tag team? X-Klaus looks like he’s getting winded walking to the ring! And what the hell kind of name is X-Klaus? What kind of sad
sack partner is Aaron Starr saddled with here?

ROB MARTINEZ: It’s Tony’s first match ever, Rex! The Mexican fans are not impressed by him, that’s for sure.

As Team Amazing enters the ring, Jimmy Johnson calls for the bell. And “The Monster” starts things off by giving a vicious Big Boot straight to the face
of Johnson! An “Oooooh!” is uttered from the crowd. Deacon Frost is playing ringmaster, and tells Williams to “pick up the fat piece of shit.” Bronx whips
X-Klaus into the waiting arms of the big man who drops Johnson with a powerful Spinebuster. Aaron Starr has had enough and hits the ring, rushing in to
confront The Monster, but Frost just manhandles the smaller man and locks in a Camel Clutch. Starr winces in pain, and Bronx Williams frames the moment
with his hands, nods, and dropkicks Starr right in the face! Starr drops to the ground in pain.

REX CALIBER: HAW-HAW! Team Amazing certainly had no clue what they were in for, did they, Rob?

Deacon Frost picks up the woozy Johnson and throws him up for a MONSTER powerbomb, rattling the ring with that one. Williams hits the second rope, and performs
a picture perfect twisting Asai moonsault on X-Klaus. Bronx jumps up, and appeals to the crowd. Some applause comes his way.

ROB MARTINEZ: The man’s six four, almost two hundred and fifty pounds, yet he pulled off a textbook luchadore move! Amazing!

REX CALIBER: You know what’s NOT Amazing? Team Amazing. HAW!

Aaron Starr manages to get back into the ring, only for Frost to pick him up and flip him upside down, in line for a Tombstone. Bronx climbs to the second
turnbuckle, jumps off, and lends his weight to a massive spike piledriver. Starr crumples to the ground immediately. Deacon Frost appeals to the crowd,
and gives a thumbs down that Ceasar Augustus would envy. He grabs the broken body of Tony Johnson and picks him up over his head, as Williams maneuvers
behind him. DIM THE LIGHTS! Frost stands over the remnants of Team Amazing, steps on his chest, and Jimmy Johnson makes the count. One! Two! Three!

JENNY JERSEY: Here are your winners! The DEADPOOL!

MR. ESTES: ¡Aquí están sus ganadores! ¡El DEADPOOL!

REX CALIBER: Team Amazing? More like Team SUCK…ing.

ROB MARTINEZ: Well, you tried. I don’t think we’ll be seeing much of Team Amazing again in REBEL Pro, not after the beating they just received from the
impressive duo of THE DEADPOOL. C.A.B.S. have to be watching this match and hoping they don’t have to defend against the DP anytime soon!

The Deadpool shove the garbage that is Team Amazing out of the ring and then pose a bit in triumph. And that’s all that needs to be said about THAT.

Team Amazing try to get up and Mr. Estes enters the ring, and Aaron Starr kicks him in the mouth. Starr punches him a few times and then runs out… Prince
Darko? What the hell?

REX CALIBER: What is Darko doing out here?

ROB MARTINEZ: He just clocked Starr and bout knocked his head off. He is getting a mic.

PRINCE W. DARKO: I don’t know who the fuck y’all boys think you are. That happened to be my personal guide y’all attacked. I got him his job of doing the
interpretations tonight for the fans in Mexico. And these two punk fuckers want to dance in my ring, rough up the man showing me the Titty Bars later?
Squash that shit now!

Prince Darko gets a chair, places it in the ring and grabs Tony… ZAMUNDA DRIVER ON THE CHAIR! Darko grabs him up Aaron Starr and ZAMUNDA DRIVER ON HIM!
PRINCE DARKO: Y’all boys need to leave Mexico, leave REBEL, hell leave Wrestling cause Y’ALL CAN’T WHOOOOOOPP NOBODY!

ROB MARTINEZ: Darko just gave Team Amazing a welcoming basket.

REX CALIBER: That was a going away basket too… but we ain’t gotta English to Spanish interpreter now?

ROB MARTINEZ: Hopefully the fans know enough to still enjoy the show.

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JENNY JERSEY: This match is scheduled for one fall. Starting first, from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. At a weight of two-hundred forty-four pounds. At a height
of six-two. DEZ CARTER!

Twinkle, Twinkle begins to rain over the arena, then Dez pops out of the curtains side by side with Asuka Katsuragi. The crowd stands up and cheers for
him. They know what Dez is about.

REX CALIBER: You see that Asuka. Damn. If I was Dez Carter, I’d be a horrible wrestler, but damn, I’d have a beautiful broad by my side. What do you know
about that Rob? Nothing.

ROB MARTINEZ: Can we just focus on this match up? I know this is set for a beautiful, and maybe even classic match. It’s Dez Carter, a man respected all
over NAPW and El Rey de Corizones. This is his home country, you know he’s going to get all the love.

As if on que. Baila Cassonava begins to play.

JENNY JERSEY: From Villahermosa, Tobasco, Mexico. Weighing in at two hundred forty-five pounds. And standing at six feet, four inches. EL REY DE CORIZONES!
El Rey walks out just like Dez Carter, with his manger by his side, but with one major difference. Dez Carter got cheered, but El Rey got drowned in praise.
The Natives love their hometown king, and he loves them back. He makes his way into the ring and exits from Montaña Rose.

DING DING DING

Both men stand center ring, shaking hands, getting a great amount of respect from the crowd, but not as much as El Rey. The mangers, they stand behind their
wrestlers full force, clapping for them.

REX CALIBER: That Asuka chick looks mighty fine, why she walking around with a zero like Dez?

ROB MARTINEZ: They’re going out.

REX CALIBER: I don’t give a damn, that shit doesn’t concern me.

The men tie up in the classic fashion, testing each other strength, El Rey being the bigger of the two, takes the advantage, and takes Dez to the corner.
He hits two chops, then an Irish whip to the other corner, followed by a huge splash. A mean splash, a splash that took air out of Dez and El Rey. Dez
is now placed on the top rope and El Rey stands on the second rope, he’s going for a Superplex it seems. Dez battles his way out, shots to the gut, shots
to the face, shots to gut again, then the combo finishes with a serious Palm Strike, that sends El Rey hurdling into the mat. Thud. El Rey a stranger to
the top rope, fights adversity and makes the jump anyways and lands a beautiful leg drop onto the chest of El Rey. He goes for the first pin fall. One.
Two. Kick out. But it doesn’t stop Dez from applying the pressure, he locks in a Sleeper Hold with force. He tries to break out, but it’s locked in air
tight. El Rey begins to fade, but the Natives say not in my house. They start to clap, cheer; Rose does her part too, she starts to clap along and beat
on the canvas. He’s coming back, it’s working. He sits up. Two knees. One knee. An elbow to Dez’s stomach. Dez doesn’t let go. Another elbow. It’s loose,
but not enough. Another elbow, Dez jumps on this one, but still holds on. El Rey’s had enough, another elbow, but this time with authority, causing Dez
to let go completely and rub his stomach. El Rey gets onto his feet and makes a run to the ropes, then returns with a drop kick to Dez. It knocks him out
on the outside. El Rey waits for the man to get up, scouts, gets a good running start, rushes right through the middle rope. Dez is back to the ground
again, but this time with company.

ROB MARTINEZ: Did you see the way El Rey hit the concrete?

REX CALIBER: We are watching the same match. But damn, you see Asuka? Beautiful lips.

ROB MARTINEZ: Why can’t you focus on the match?

REX CALIBER: Take a look at Asuka, NOW that’s a woman. I still wanna know why Asuka’s going out with that dumb ass.

Surprizingly, Dez gets up before El Rey and rolls him into the ring. He picks Dez up and sets him up for the Dragon Suplex. Blawdow. Meanwhile on the outside,
it looks like a confrontation is about to break out between Asuka and Rose.

REX CALIBER: As sexy as Asuka is, I don’t think she could whoop Rose.

ROB MARTINEZ: They’re smiling?

Yes, and they hug. Rose pulls out a couple bottles of Dos Equis and hands one to Asuka. They smile and hug again, take their seats and enjoy the match,
do some girl talk.

Dez picks up El Rey again, he sends him into the ropes, Dez returns into a Power Slam that shakes the ring and anyone else in the arena. The leg is hooked.
One.

Two.

Kick out!

El Rey is picked up and sent into a corner. Dez comes rushing like a speeding train, but gets stopped by a boot to the face. El Rey sits on the top rope
and delivers a Missile Drop Kick from the second rope. He picks up Dez and props him up nicely for a German Suplex. Dez gets crushed into the mat. El Rey
hasn’t released his grip. Another Suplex. Then a third. The crowd goes wild. El Rey leaves Dez on the mat and walks towards the ropes. He’s now standing
on the apron. ‘AHORA ESTO ES UNA GOTA PIERNA!’ The fans already know.

ROB MARTINEZ: What did he just say?

REX CALIBER: Don’t worry about it. Just focus on Asuka’s luscious hips.

El Rey springboards into action, literally, then drops his leg across Dez’s chest.

ROB MARTINEZ: I’m fan of both men, but damn, that leg dropped look better than Dez.

REX CALIBER: You seen Asuka’s legs? Damn.

Rey goes for the pin fall.

ONE

TWO

THRKICK OUT!

ROB MARTINEZ: This match is intense.

REX CALIBER: You know what else would be intense?

El Rey brings Dez to his feet, holds his arm, twists, continues holding and moves towards a corner. He’s on the second rope, now the third. The crowd knows
what’s about to happen. Super Elbow Drop. The pain causes Dez to fall to the mat. El Rey takes full advantage and goes in for a lionsault. He lands it
precise and hooks the leg, once again.

ONE

TWO

KICK OUT!

El Rey on his knees, looks at the crowd for guidance, he doesn’t know how to put this man down. He brings Dez to his feet and drops him to the mat head
first with a big DDT. Dez is planted at a ninety degree angle with the mat. Dez holds on his head and El Rey rolls him over for a pinfall.

ONE

TWO

THREKICKOUT!

El Rey is getting angry, he brings Dez to his feet, Dez holds on and drops, jaw breaker. El Rey stumbles back into the ropes and walks into a heavy clothesline.
Even Asuka feels that one. Dez is back in control in this match. He picks up El Rey and sends him crashing into the mat with a Suplex. El Rey favors his
back, and crowd feels with him. Dez sends him into the corner and follows it with a shoulder thrust. Then another, and another, and a forth to end the
combo. He backs up and El Rey walks into him…Belly to Belly Suplex. Once again, more strain on El Rey’s back. The crowd really wants a comeback from
the Native. Dez picks El Rey up again, an Irish Whip that gets reversed by El Rey. Dez exits the ropes and enters a Big Back Body drop. Dez is favoring
his back now. The crowd cheers to see their hometown hero on top again. Although, he may be standing, that Big Back Body Drop did take some damage on El
Rey’s body, he’s holding his back too. El Rey brings Dez to his feet, he goes for a punch, the punch blocked and returned, that one is blocked, then the
cycle continues five times. El Rey then runs to the ropes, Dez drops to the floor, El Rey hops him. Dez gets back up before El Rey returns, then follows
it by a leap frog, and another one with his back turned to El Rey. Dez is going for his third Leap Frog, but gets caught, Spinebuster. El Rey rolls him
up.

ONE

TWO

THREKICK OUT!

The crowd are empathetic with a frustrated El Rey. El Rey delivers a heart kick to Dez, two, actually. Dez favors his chest immediately. Meanwhile, the
women are exchanging numbers and myspace addy’s?

REX CALIBER: Asuka, you can be on my top 8.

ROB MARTINEZ: This match is an instant classic, and you’re trying to put a girl on your myspace? What’s wrong with you?

REX CALIBER: It’s called being a Heterosexual.

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh brother.

El Rey walks over to Dez, he picks him up, and sends him to the ropes. El Rey bends his body over for a Big Body Drop, but he does it too early. Dez goes
straight in for a Sun Set Flip. One. Two. El Rey rolls out and delivers a drop kick to Dez’s face. El Rey walks over to Dez, he goes for a leg drop, Dez
moves out of the way within the last second. Dez is on his feet now, he goes for a kick to El Rey’s chest, El Rey leans back and dodges the kick. Dez goes
for a stomp, El Rey moves out of the way within the last second. El Rey’s on his feet, he goes for a clothesline, Dez ducks and hits him with a Shuffle
Side Kick. El Rey’s head bobbles on the way down. Dez goes for the pin.

ONE

TWO

KICK OUT!

It’s now Dez’s turn to feel frustration. He pounds the mat with his fist and looks over at El Rey and shakes his head. He locks in a Stretch Plumb onto
El Rey. El Rey screams in agony. The end may be near for him. The crowd won’t have it though. “EL REY! EL REY! EL REY!” Meanwhile, the women are taking
pictures of themselves with their cell phones.

REX CALIBER: Asuka, I got something you can take a picture of.

El Rey begins to battle away with the leg that’s free. Dez frees his hold and takes a few steps back. El Rey gets to this feet and tries to shake off the
pain. They instantly lock up, Dez gets the headlock in this one. El Rey picks up Dez and drops him on the back of his neck. Once again, more strain on
El Rey’s back. He’s favoring his back, while Dez holds his neck and head. The sore men battle through the pain and stand up. The crowd respects the work
the men are putting in. They respect the pain that the men go through to entertain them. They give both men in the ring a standing ovation. They lock up
again. Dez gets El Rey in a Suplex position, holds him up in the air. El Rey is fighting to get out of it, he reverses it into an amazing DDT. Dez is just
planted. El Rey gets to his feet to pick up Dez, Dez turns it into a pin, he rolls up the legs. One. Two. El Rey kicks out and holds on, bridging. He turns
his body around and picks up Dez’s body, he’s going for a Pile Driver. Nope. Dez reverses, he had plans for a Big Back Body Drop, but El Rey held on, reversing
the reversal into a Sunset Flip. One. Two. Dez reverses it rolling forward. One. Two. It’s reversed again. One. Two. El Rey won’t be getting pinned, he
reverses. One. Two. Dez is thinking the same. One. Two. El Rey finds the energy to reverse one more time. One. Two. Dez, just like El Rey, breaks out and
rolls him up again. One. Two. Will El Rey break out this time?

THREE.

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of the match… DEZ CARTER!

ROB MARTINEZ: What a superb match by both men.

REX CALIBER: Asuka got superb breasts.

El Rey is on his way out of the ring, but gets stopped by Dez, who extends his hand for a shake. El Rey takes the offer, the shake and hug. The fans eat
this up. A beautiful finish to a beautiful match. As for the women. It’s safe to assume, they’re both BFFL’s.

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

“Home” by Breaking Benjamin starts to play, and one of the newest members of REBEL-Pro Wrestling starts walking to the ring, sure and steady.

JENNY JERSEY: First, on his way to the ring, weighing in at two hundred and twenty-one pounds. This is his debut match in REBEL-Pro Wrestling. Please welcome…CLAUDE
“RAINMAN” HIGGINS!

The fans give the Rainman a down-home Carolina welcome, straight from the heart of Mexico. He steps into the ring and flashes the crowd the briefest of
smiles before AK Forty slams through the speakers, drowning out nearly all the noise in the arena.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent, weighing in at two hundred and twenty-seven pounds. He hails from the Kingdom of Zamunda…PRINCE W. DARKO!

The big black afro. The white mask. The “can’t whoop me” attitude. It has to be Prince Darko, and everybody knows it. He makes groping motions towards one
of the girls in the front row, who blushes and giggles like he just gave her flowers. He climbs into the ring, giving no attention to his opponent, instead
ogling the lovely Jenny Jersey.

ROB MARTINEZ: A special guest from the NAPW, Prince Darko, facing off against one of REBEL-Pro’s newest and brightest, Rex. Should make for an interesting
match-up.

REX CALIBER: This Rainman guy, sure he might be able to copy people’s moves and shit, but he’s too new to the company to have scouted the roster out. And
Darko’s from NAPW, so he’s even MORE unpredictable. Rainman has got in way over his head. Darko’s gonna teach him a few lessons. Definitely, definitely
school him.

The bell rings, and Rainman steps up to take a shot at Darko, but Darko steps back and holds up his hands. Rainman looks confused, but he gives Darko his
space. Darko pulls a ‘fro pick out of his tights and begins giving his hairdo some last-minute tweaking. The crowd starts getting restless, but Rainman
lets Darko finish up. Darko tosses his comb to the apron, waits a beat, and then clobbers his opponent in the face with a hard right fist. Rainman stumbles
backwards, and Darko follows it up with a pimp-slap, but it’s blocked by Higgins who follows it up with a kick to the gut; Darko stumbles over, and Higgins
tries to hook the arms; he gets one but Darko’s struggling too much for him levitra brand 20 mg to get the other, and the Rainman decides to go for an arm drag instead. Darko
rolls with the impact and gets back to his feet, rushing Higgins, who side-steps him, but that’s just what Darko wanted as he rebounds with a lariat, putting
Higgins down on the ground. Darko continues to put on the pressure; he kicks Higgins in the chest, and Higgins rolls away from it, trying to get to his
feet. Darko takes a few steps backwards himself, but he quickly reverses and rushes Rainman–

RUNNING DDT!

Darko makes the pin attempt, one, kickout by Higgins. Darko’s not giving him any time to breathe, though, back on his feet and trying to put the boots to
him. He gets one kick in to Higgins’ gut, then two, then three–no! Higgins rolled forward into Darko, knocking the Prince off-balance and grabbing on
to his leg for a quick takedown, and he puts Darko in an armlock, but they’re too close to the ropes and Darko makes it over for the rope break. Now it’s
Higgins on his feet, waiting patiently for Darko to get up, and when he does–RUNNING DDT! Higgins with a running DDT of his own on Prince Darko, and the
reaction from the crowd is mixed: some are loving it, some are NOT.

ROB MARTINEZ: And the Rainman shows off his amazing mimicry, turning Darko’s move around on him!

REX CALIBER: That was a pretty sloppy move, Rob. Rainman obviously hasn’t put the time and effort into learning and perfecting his moves that Darko has,
and that’s the difference. Someone who goes through a lot of practice and training is going to beat a freaky copycat any time.

ROB MARTINEZ: You’re a harsh Taskmaster, Rex.

Higgins goes after Darko, getting him in a headlock, but Darko shoves him off and bounces off the ropes for a running kick to the stomach. Higgins drops
to one knee, and Darko starts shouting at him. “YOU DUMB MOTHER FUCKER!” he screams, ropes of spit flying into Higgins’ face. “Y’ALL DON’T GOT WHAT IT
TAKES, BITCH!” He kicks Higgins right in the face, then backs up and holds his hands out to his sides, spinning around. “YOU CAN’T WHOOP ME!” The crowd
gives him a loud cheer, and Darko turns back to his opponent, who’s back on his feet. He goes over and locks up with him, but Higgins gets the advantage,
going for an inverted suplex, no wait, Darko’s reversed it! Claw Hold STO!

Higgins back down on the ground, and Darko gets another cheer. He grins wildly and rushes the ropes for a Springboard Swanton, but Higgins lifts his knees!
Darko’s chest is crushed, and he stumbles back to rest on the ropes. The Rainman advances, lifting him off the rope, and getting that inverted DDT that
he was looking for in the first place. Then he rushes the ropes, could it be, yes it definitely could be! Springboard Swanton Bomb, and this one connects!
Higgins goes for the pin, one, two, kickout by Darko! Darko is ANGRY now, and clobbers Higgins with a forearm to the forehead, and Higgins stumbles to
the ropes. Darko grabs him by the neck, trying to throw him out of the ring, but Higgins grabs a hold of the ropes and stands his ground. Darko responds
by kicking him in the junk; Higgins loosens his grip on the ropes, and Darko tosses him out of the ring. “I’m takin’ out the trash, asshole!”

REX CALIBER: Serves him right, stealing moves like that. Stealing moves is one of the worst things you can do in this sport.

ROB MARTINEZ: Didn’t you “borrow” a couple of moves from indie sensation “The Nova Bomb” Hicks Martindale?

REX CALIBER: Yeah, but when I did it I made those moves BETTER, Fucker!

Higgins is on the ground outside, and Darko jumps over the ropes and lands with his knee in Higgins’ back. Higgins cries out in pain, but Darko’s not done
with him. Not by a long shot. Darko lifts him with a handful of black hair and SMASHES his face into the turnbuckle, then turns and throws him chest-first
against the barricade. Darko takes a second to step over to the girl he was flirting with earlier, giving her a squeeze, then turns his attention back
to the Rainman. He takes a couple of quick steps towards him, then turns towards the ring again. He reaches under the ring and pulls out a Louisville Slugger;
nodding his head, he goes back towards his opponent. Higgins is on his knees, trying to stand up, making his head a perfect tee-ball target. Darko winds
up, takes a swing, and connects! Higgins topples sideways and collapses on the barricade again. If this was a real baseball game, that would easily have
been a double. With a crazy look in his eyes, Darko lifts the bat up over his head, bringing it down hard on..the barricade! Higgins moves out of the way
in the nick of time, and Darko cracks the bat on the steel barrier; Higgins takes a shot to Darko’s knees and the Prince of Zamuda cracks his jaw on the
barricade, knocking him out.

Higgins, groggy but on his feet, drags Darko over to the ring apron, and hauls him in, slowly climbing in afterwards. He lifts Darko up, gives him a quick
chop to the chest, and follows it up with a heart punch that FLOORS him. Higgins turns his back to his downed opponent, then lets fly with a standing moonsault–but
now Darko’s legs are up! Turnabout is fair play, Higgins! Darko is wobbly but pulls himself up, while Higgins crawls to the far ropes. Darko’s on him quickly,
though, grabbing his leg, but Higgins turns around and kicks Darko off. Darko stumbles backwards, giving Higgins just enough time to get to his feet. The
two men stand staring at each other for a moment, then rush each other and lock up. Higgins looks like he’s going to go for an STO on Darko, but Darko
reverses and tries for a Camel Clutch Sleeper, but Higgins reverses and whips Darko into the ropes, going for a simple clothesline, but Darko ducks it
and comes back with a running bulldog! Higgins has got a second wind, though, and he’s back on his feet quickly. He lays into Darko with an open hand to
the face, and Darko just pimp-slaps him back. Higgins goes for another lock-up, but Darko shoves him back, and follows it up with a toe kick! Higgins is
bent over—ZAMUNDA DRIVER! Darko scrambles to make the cover, one, two, THREE!

JENNY JERSEY: And here is your winner…PRINCE W. DARKO!

Darko is talking trash to the fallen Higgins. “CAN’T WHOOP ME, THOUGHT I TOL’ YA!” Yet for some strange reason, the Mexico fans are giving Darko some cheers.
Nonetheless, Darko starts of 2008 in a big way and as for the Rainman… his story is yet to be fully told.

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JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, this next contest is scheduled for one fall and is a tag team match. Introducing first…

“OH, WA AH AH AH!”

The Richard Cheese lounge version of “Down With The Sickness” begins to blare out through the speaks as the members of Impact Inc. appear from behind the
curtain.

JENNY JERSEY: At a combined weight of four-hundred-thirty-four pounds, “Kid Dynamite” Brent Taylor & “Black Mamba” Michael Davidson! IMPACT INC!

The two men make their way down the aisle to a relatively warm reception from the fans. They looked confused by the version of Down with the Sickness playing…
but the fans enjoy it. They promptly make their way into the ring as Jenny lifts the microphone to her lips once more.

JENNY JERSEY: And their opponents…

“Requiem” by Trans-Siberian Orchestra replaces Richard Cheese as the older of the two, Alexander Prescott comes out from behind the curtain.

JENNY JERSEY: At a combined weight of four-hundred-eighty pounds, Alexander and Grayson Prescott… THE PRESCOTTS!

Suddenly the music switches to “Cocaine Blues” as Grayson appears behind his sibling. The two men hurry down to the ring, each trying to beat the other
to it as they slide in under the bottom rope.

DING DING DING

And this match is underway! Grayson makes a beeline for Brent Taylor, obviously hoping to use his size advantage over the smaller of his opponents – leaving
Alexander Prescott to duke it out with Michael Davidson. And all hell is breaking loose. It appears like The Prescotts have the upper hand in these early
stages, as they dole out some hard hitting shots – wait – Davidson ducks the swinging forearm of his opponent – JUMPING SIDE KICK! And it’s enough to send
Alexander Prescott tumbling through the ropes as Davidson goes to aid his tag partner. Grayson Prescott soon finds himself grabbed from behind as he’s
taken down by a belly-to-back suplex. He gets back to his feet quick enough, but a high elevation dropkick by Brent Taylor sends him through the ropes
on his way to the outside as well.

ROB MARTINEZ: The Prescotts appeared to be making a great start here in REBEL Pro, but the wind has been taken out of their sails.

The Prescotts are regrouping on the outside as Impact Inc. decide to let Taylor start this match off for them. Grayson goes to roll into the ring, only
to be grabbed his brother, who slides in to confront Taylor. The two competitors lock horns with a collar and elbow tie-up, and Alexander Prescott gains
the immediate advantage. He’s got an arm wringer locked in as he sweeps the legs out from beneath Brent Taylor! The smaller man crashes to the mat, still
in the arm wringer as Alexander goes to–never mind, he’s interrupted by Davidson! A quick stomp to the head stops the arm bar from progressing, so Alexander
tags in his partner. And Grayson enters enthusiastically. A stiff Yakuza kick to the rising Taylor keeps the spot monkey down, but not for long as Grayson
lifts his opponent back up for a butterfly suplex.

REX CALIBER: Brent Taylor’s just getting tossed around that ring, Martinez. That’s not an impressive debut either.

ROB MARTINEZ: Well Grayson Prescott may be getting a bit too cocky in that ring. Look at him, slapping the head of Brent Taylor.

Indeed he is. Taylor is trying to get back to his feet, only to be slapped around the back of the head by Grayson Prescott, who’s shouting to his brother
about “how easy this is gonna be” … DOUBLE LEG TAKEDOWN! Taylor takes his opponent down and he dives towards his corner to make the tag! And in comes
Davidson! A pump kick to jaw of Grayson takes him down, but Alexander is fast approaching – SNAP POWERSLAM! Brent Taylor has climbed to the top rope -
FLYING LEG DROP on Alexander Prescott!

ROB MARTINEZ: Here we go. Impact Inc. are looking like a well oiled machine now!

They lift Grayson back to his feet as they begin the double team with an Irish whip. Lariat attempt, but Grayson ducks underneath – and runs into his brother!
Alexander, who was getting back up, gets knocked right back down as Grayson turns around – boot to the gut and a double snap suplex! Davidson goes for
the cover.

ONE!

TWNOOOOO!

Kick out by Grayson Prescott! But he’s dragged back up to his feet by Davidson, as the two legal men become the only competitors in the ring. Grayson is
thrown back into the wrong corner as Michael Davidson winds back his arm – CHOP! The crowd “wooo” along with each strike, and I’m betting Grayson is going
red under that t-shirt. A quick tag out to Brent Taylor, who enters the ring as Davidson leaves. And he starts off with a discus clothesline in the corner
before taking Grayson down with a bulldog! But he climbs out through the ropes – SPRINGBOARD LEGDROP! Connects! The crowd cheers as Taylor runs to the
opposite side of the ring – SENTON DROP! Misses! Grayson rolled out of the way, and Brent Taylor hit nothin’ but mat! And Alexander Prescott tags himself
in!

REX CALIBER: This guy obviously wants to take advantage of the situation, Martinez. Gain a victory in his REBEL Pro debut, just like I did over Kyle Roberts.
ROB MARTINEZ: Yes, Rex, we all remember that.

But, back to the action, and Alexander Prescott drags Taylor back to his feet – Northern lights suplex! Taylor hits the canvas, hard, and there’s no time
to rest as Alexander lifts him back up once more. Snap suplex. He rolls over into the cover,

ONE!

TWO!

NO!!

Saved by Michael Davidson, but he probably didn’t need to! Grayson Prescott stays on the apron to catch his breath as Davidson retreats back to his corner.
Alexander Prescott shoots his younger brother one hell of an evil look, but soon his attention is back to Brent Taylor. The Taos native is using the ropes
to get back to his feet as Alexander grabs him around the neck, pulling him down for the guillotine choke! But he’s too near the ropes, and Taylor places
his foot on the bottom rope as the http://viagraincanada-onlinerx.com/ official calls for the break!

Alexander Prescott releases the hold, but just drags Taylor towards the center of the ring as he locks in an arm bar – only to be stopped by Michael Davidson!
Frustrated, Alexander grabs his opponent up and makes his way towards his corner, whereupon he makes the tag out to his brother, Grayson. It takes a moment,
but Grayson gets in the ring after some coaxing from his brother, as he takes Brent Taylor by the the hair. A double-arm DDT by Grayson, and he makes the
tag back out to Alexander. The elder Prescott re-enters the ring as he lifts Taylor back up – SPINNING NECKBREAKER! Alexander gets to his feet as he looks
towards his brother. Brent Taylor is down on the canvas, holding his neck in pain after that last move. Grayson tags himself in as he drags Taylor towards
the center of the ring. A swift backbreaker leaves Brent down in the center of the ring as Grayson makes his way towards a neutral corner before ascending
to the top rope – SENTON DROP!

ROB MARTINEZ: Brent Taylor taking the brunt of this punishment as The Prescotts seem to be trying to outdo each other.

REX CALIBER: I’m going to want to see Alexander try and outdo that…

And Rex may get his wish as Grayson offers a hand out to his brother, who tags himself in again. He drags Brent Taylor back to his feet once more before
connecting with a boot to the gut. He hooks hooks the arms of his opponent before hitting a powerbomb! Taylor hits the canvas once again, but Alexander
grabs his legs as he flips him over for the elevated crab!

REX CALIBER: Damn that move!

Brent Taylor is screaming out in pain, looking like he’s going to tap! Michael Davidson rushes in to make the save, but Grayson Prescott is on the ball
– COLLISION! Davidson and Grayson collide in the middle of the ring, and Davidson knocks Grayson into his older brother – breaking the elevated crab in
the process!

Both members of The Prescotts are on their feet, bickering in the center of the ring as Michael Davidson slides out of the ring. Alexander seems to be wanting
an explanation – WAIT – Davidson has a chair! And he cracks Alexander Prescott over the head! Grayson catches a shot to the midsection, which double him
over nicely for an axe kick! And now both members of The Prescotts are down! Brent Taylor is slowly getting back to his feet with the aid of his partner,
and he seems to make the tag out at the same time. And Davidson goes to fetch more weapons!

ROB MARTINEZ: It looks like this match is about to get a lot more hardcore!

REX CALIBER: Even in Mexico, REBEL RULES!

He slides a table in, and a stop sign too…

ROB MARTINEZ: Why do we have a stop sign under the ring?

REX CALIBER: *silence*

Alexander Prescott gets back to his feet, but he catches another face full of steel! That shot seems to have cut Alexander open as he rolls out of the ring,
leaving Grayson alone with both members of Impact Inc. Taylor has the table set up, and he has Grayson by the back of the head. He bounces his opponent’s
head off the table before laying him across it … KRUNK!

ROB MARTINEZ: Damn! Michael Davidson just powerbombed his own tag partner onto the prone body of Grayson Prescott!

REX CALIBER: Takes puttin’ your body on the line to a whole new level!

ROB MARTINEZ: The cover! ONE! TWO! THREE! Impact Inc. wins the match!

JENNY JERSEY: Here are your winners, IMPACT INC!

The crowd applauds Impact Inc for a hard-fought victory as Alexander drags Grayson out of the ring. He helps his brother walk to the back, but spends the
time back there yelling at his brother for losing the match. Brotherly love, indeed.

ROB MARTINEZ: Impact Inc. with an auspicious debut, they will no doubt gain in the ever-hot REBEL tag team rankings after this.

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Time to get funky, homosapiens. Del The Funky Homosapiens’ “Time is Too Expensive” drops the beat… and a massive man comes through the curtains with
long hair and long tights. He looks almost like Big John Studd, but somehow “darker.”

JENNY JERSEY: The following match is set for one fall. Introducing first, he stands six-feet eleven inches and weighs three-hundred forty-five pounds…
fighting out of Atlanta Georgia, he is JJ NICKELS!

Nickels glares at the fans on the way to the ring. The man seems distrustful of everybody around him as he steps OVER the top rope into the ring. The Mexican
fans seem awed by the big man.

ROB MARTINEZ: Our first look at JJ Nickels, Rex, and all I can say is “wow.” Six-eleven, three-forty five… this is the biggest man ever to grace a REBEL
ring, even outstripping the colossal KRENSHOV.

REX CALIBER: He got a couple inches on Kenny, he’s bigger than Matt Kurtis, bigger then Cuzin Zeke, bigger than that chump Murcielago who’s going to get
his ass kicked later tonight, bigger than that senorita I picked up last night!

The music fades and the attention is drawn to the entrance. Unholy guitar riffs raise the hair on everybody’s neck…

JENNY JERSEY: And now, accompanied to the ring by Jeff James! Standing six-foot four and weighing two-hundred forty-five pounds, from Hollywood Florida…
THOMAS YOUNG!

Demon Hunter blows the speakers and out walks exactly those two men. Jeff James with a slight limp seconding his older brother Thomas Young. They head to
the ring to a mixed reaction from the crowd.

ROB MARTINEZ: Thomas Young making his first appearance in a REBEL ring since he was embarrassed by Stylin’ Kyle Roberts back at TBA. I have to say, it’s
a surprise to see Jeff James and Thomas Young together – especially after what Young along with Prince Darko did to Jeff James earlier in 2007. You yourself
fought Jeff James in the War On Crime!

REX CALIBER: Yeah I did, and Static ended his wrestling career! I don’t know why Young is hanging out with this bum, he don’t need him. Thomas Young and
Prince W. Darko were the best tag team next to the OG CRIMES NAPW or REBEL, he don’t need his punk younger brother tagging along.

ROB MARTINEZ: One thing is for sure, both of these men will be looking to make their mark here tonight. JJ Nickels would love a convincing win in his REBEL
debut, and Thomas Young has an awful lot to prove to REBEL fans continent-wide. But how is he going to fare against this giant?

Both men are in the ring, Jeff on the outside corner for Young. Young and Nickels eyeing each other as referee Dale McDonald calls for the bell to start
the contest. DING DING DING.

Young and Nickels circle slowly, then Young cuts in and throws a shot to the breadbasket of Nickels, stunning the big man. Young tries throwing some more,
backing Nickels into the ropes. Irish whip, but Nickels doesn’t want to go. Young tries again, but Nickels isn’t budging… and he just shoves Young down
on his ass with raw power. Young blinks but gets up, trying to get around the man. Nickels almost looks amused before he drops the boom down across Young’s
shoulders. Young struggles to stay on his feet, Nickels brings his forearm down across the shoulders again and this time Young goes down to the canvas
in a heap. Nickels picks the man up roughly, grabs him with two hands and then simply, literally

throws Young halfway across the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: That’s two-hundred forty-five pounds JJ Nickels just tossed across the ring like it http://viagraincanada-onlinerx.com/ was so many styrofoam dumbells!

Young gets up but Nickels is there and sends him back into the ropes with a big shot. This time it’s an Irish whip and Young goes flying into the ropes,
but he ducks the clothesline by Nickels! Young rebounds again and launches a flying forearm that staggers JJ Nickels. The near seven-footer is off-balance
and Young hits him again, again, backing Nickels into the ropes… Young gets some momentum and charges — back dropped over the top rope to the floor
THE HARD WAY. And now JJ Nickels steps over the rope and drops off the apron, taking this match to the outside.

Jeff James shouts at his older brother, yelling “right behind you” as Young tries to pick himself up from the hard landing. He’s gone through bloody matches
with The Foundation but that was a hard landing from a big height. Nickels picks Young up and drops him sternum-first across the guard rail. Young’s face
a mask of teeth gritted through pain, arms crossed over his chest. Nickels looks out over the crowd. It’s difficult to read his exact expression, but it
isn’t really pleasant.

REX CALIBER: This JJ Nickels been toiling in shit wrestling promotions for ten years, this is his first chance at a good fed and damned if I ain’t impressed.
ROB MARTINEZ: Thomas Young spent most of the week calling JJ Nickels a “rookie,” a “kid” even though Nickels has a few years in age and experience on Thomas
Young… and frankly, Rex, I don’t think Nickels appreciated that.

WHAM! Nickels slams Young back-first across the steel ring pole!

REX CALIBER: Yeah, and I don’t think Thomas Young appreciated THAT.

But Nickels isn’t done yet, he’s still got Young in his arms… again RAMMED into the steel ringpost. JJ drops the man down to the concrete in a heap. Pure
power from JJ Nickels and he has Thomas Young in a world of trouble. Nickels gets back into the ring. Young can’t get counted out, but he’s not doing so
well on the outside. McDonald pokes his head between the ropes and asks Young if he wants to continue. He gets a pretty definitive “no,” as Young struggles
to his feet and rolls back into the ring. Nickels stomps him, then picks him up over his shoulder… nailing a high-impact running powerslam, right in
the center of the ring! Thunderous impact and Nickels makes the first pinfall of the match for one, two, no, Young kicks out.

Nickels pulls Young up with a handful of hair and hoists the man over his shoulder again. Towards the corner, snake eyes on Young right into the top turnbuckle.
That one’s going to hurt. Nickels measures his man and drops a big elbow drop right across the chest, then covers for one, two, kick-out.

ROB MARTINEZ: Thomas Young has not had an answer for the size and strength advantage of JJ Nickels. I don’t know how much left he’s got in the tank.

REX CALIBER: With that bruiser pounding on you, I don’t think it can be a lot, but Thomas Young is a damn scrapper. But hell, I’ll agree on that one. There
ain’t much longer Young can last if this keeps up.

James trying to rally his brother, shouting encouragement/direction, but Young is swaying on his feet. Nickels hits the ropes, going for Double Nickels
on the Dime, his version of the Polish Hammer — Young manages to duck out of the way! He kicks the back of Nickels’ knee, bringing the big man down to
one knee, and then hits the ropes — SHINING WIZARD connects! Nickels doesn’t go down, Young hits the ropes again, SHINING WIZARD #2! JJ Nickels still
not down, gets up, back down to one knee… SHINING WIZARD #3!

ROB MARTINEZ: Thomas Young finally takes JJ Nickels down the canvas, there’s a cover one, two… Power out by JJ Nickels!

REX CALIBER: Young could turn this match around, but he gotta do it right now. Any wrestler in this business gonna tell you that on the canvas, everybody’s
the same size.

ROB MARTINEZ: I think you just hit upon of Thomas Young’s biggest problem in this match-up. How is he supposed to hit some of his biggest moves on a man
this size? Shades of Death, the Young Cutter, all useless! Thomas Young has to keep this on the canvas and think outside the box… but can he do that?
Young seems to agree, as he continues to attack the knee of JJ Nickels. JJ almost up, Young kicks the side of the knee and knocks him down to the canvas.
JJ grabs the leg and drives the elbow right into the side of the knee. Does it again. Young grabs the leg — Nickels pulls the leg in and shoves Young
away with huge strength. Young comes back in again, Nickels kicks him away. JJ is getting to his feet as Young tries to get in to take out the knee again,
CLUBBERING BLOW. Young gets knocked loopy. Nickels limping on his feet tries to come at him, drop toe-hold! Nickels goes down awkwardly, and then Thomas
Young shows that he has been watching the right wrestling tapes in preparation for his return…

by locking in the figure-four leglock.

REX CALIBER: If JJ Nickels can’t stand, he can’t win a fight. WHOOOO! Right from the playbook of Carolinas’ own wrestling legend!

ROB MARTINEZ: Ric Flair?

REX CALIBER: No, “The Sexellence of Sexecution” himself… myself!

ROB MARTINEZ: … Thomas Young has the figure-four in the middle of the ring, and JJ Nickels in tremendous pain. The question is, will the big man submit?
Not yet, but the grimace on his face tells the story. That leg has been damaged by Young’s assault and now it’s being torqued for all it’s worth. Young
holding on, but Nickels’ does have one saving grace. His legs are so damn long, he’s not so far from the ropes. He reaches out, can’t make them. Young
applies more pressure, and for a split second Nickels looks like he could give up… but he pushes on the canvas with his hands, then reaches out and grabs
the bottom rope.

ROB MARTINEZ: Thomas Young not about to let go of the hold, trying to do as much damage as he can to the legs. Referee Dale McDonald calling for the rope
break though!

REX CALIBER: What’s he gonna do, disqualify him? This is REBEL RULES, Robbie!

ROB MARTINEZ: McDonald can’t DQ Young, but he also doesn’t have to recognize a submission made while in the ropes. Young can’t win the match if he doesn’t
let go of the hold.

REX CALIBER: Yeah well, your mom.

ROB MARTINEZ: She’d like you to call once in a while, you know.

REX CALIBER: … whaaaaa?

Finally Young detangles his legs from Nickels. Both men are starting to show the effects as this match goes longer. Young has the advantage right now however,
but he seems like he needs a moment to get his energy back and isn’t able to go right back after JJ Nickels. The big man manages to get to his feet, favoring
the right knee considerably. Young comes in and gets at the knee again. He grabs it, looking for the figure-four again — Nickels jams his thumb in Young’s
eye! Young stumbles away, holding his face. Nickels follows up with a big shot to the side of Young’s head, followed by a kneelift. Hammer blow! Nickels
leans against the ropes, then limping forward gets enough momentum to still deliver a thudding clothesline that drops Young like a bad habit.

Nickels leans back against the ropes, and for maybe the first time in the match he shows an expression. Unfortunately for Thomas Young, that expression
is one of anger. JJ Nickels has had enough of Thomas Young. Young is trying to get up, and Nickels storms in and drives a huge kneelift right into the
side of Thomas’ head. Young crumples, but that’s not enough for JJ Nickels. Fireman’s carry?

REX CALIBER: GUT CHECK!

ROB MARTINEZ: JJ Nickels just flung Thomas Young up above his head, and Young came crashing down stomach first onto Nickels’ knee! That could be the match
ender right there, a cover one! Two! Thomas Young gets the shoulder up in the nick of time.

REX CALIBER: He might maybe should have stayed down, Rob, I don’t like the looks of this next one!

ROB MARTINEZ: You probably won’t like the looks of THIS either.

REX CALIBER: What’re you — what the hell is he doing here?

ROB MARTINEZ: Murcielago has come down the aisle and he’s coming right for you, Rex! I don’t think he wants to wait for our main event to get his hands
on you!

REX CALIBER: What are you talking about, hands on “me”? I ain’t Mr. Mexico! Hey — hey! Yeah you come on here, you want to start something?

Both men in ring trying to recover from the long match, but right now the attention of the crowd is on the big Murcielago, the man who will face MR. MEXICO
in tonight’s main event. Murcielago is talking trash to Rex Caliber, throwing some trash towards former Crimes-member Young as well. Jeff James has come
over and is keeping an eye on Murcielago.

It looks like Murcielago and Rex might just come to blows, former student vs mentor, but then referee Dale McDonald yells for Murcielago to get the hell
away from ringside or he’ll boot him out of the building! Murcielago looks angry, but he does not want to lose his chance at Mr. Mexico later tonight.
“You’ll get yours ‘old man’” Murcielago says as a final parting shot to Rex. Caliber is still standing up, but manages to compose himself enough to sit
down… in the ring, JJ Nickels is up. Thomas Young is NOT.

REX CALIBER: Just you wait, you dumb piece of trash, Murcielago, ALL I DID WAS TRY TO MAKE HIM BETTER. Thanks I get man! Ask Prince Darko! I can bring a
man to the next level, that punk Murcielago says I dragged his ass down! YEAH RIGHT!

ROB MARTINEZ: Be that as it may, we have a match in the ring that is developing into a classic right before our eyes! These two men have put it all on the
line, but what’s happening right now?

REX CALIBER: I’ll tell you what’s happening, Murcielago saw this big JJ Nickels and said, damn, I’m scared of him.

ROB MARTINEZ: While I doubt that, JJ Nickels just dragged Young towards the corner, and… oh my God, he can’t be! The near three-hundred fifty pounder
is… is climbing to the top rope! It can’t be! He looks like he’s going for a moonsault! Jeff James is yelling for Thomas to get up, he knows it’ll be
the be the end!

REX CALIBER: It’ll be the world’s BIGGEST moonsault, Martinez, and Thomas Young’ll be the world’s biggest pancake after!

The crowd is wide-eyed at this huge man on the top rope! Can he really hit this move?

We’ll never know, because Thomas Young with a desperate burst of energy gets up and shoves the back of Nickels’ legs, the hurt one giving right out. JJ
Nickels falls square on his balls right on the top rope, and that has to hurt! Thomas Young is breathing heavily, he doesn’t have a lot left in the tank
after this grueling match-up, but he’s got enough to climb up behind Nickels… what the? He’s going to try to back suplex the big man! No good, Nickels
is too heavy, even if he’s distracted by the pain in his “boys.” Young tries again but really, what’s he going to do? Nickels starts fighting back! Back
elbow takes out Young! Nickels trying to stand up on the top rope — hope the ring holds up — Wait a minute! Young trying to stand up behind JJ Nickels,
he can’t hope to — what the — Young trying to back suplex JJ Nickels …

THEY BOTH GO OFF THE TOP ROPE!

And JJ Nickels LANDS on top of Thomas Young. He rolls off on instinct, Nickels himself took some impact. But Young is squashed! Nickels finally throws an
arm over to cover ONE! TWO! TH—

SHOULDER UP!

And the crowd goes crazy! For Thomas Young? What the crap?

REX CALIBER: That’s my boy, mother—

ROB MARTINEZ: Thomas Young gets the shoulder up… despite being squaaaashed by JJ Nickels! And this match has taken the toll both men! OH MY GAWWWWWD!
REX CALIBER: Gimme a new damn beer, I just spilled mine cheerin’!

Nickels can hardly believe that, but Young isn’t exactly “springing to his feet.” Nickels pulls his man up and RACKS HIM! FINAL SOLUTION — Young somehow
slips out behind! He jumps on Nickels back with a sleeper hold, latching on for all he’s worth, but Nickels just leans forward and dumps Young on his ass.
Big boot knocks Young to the ring apron! Young holding the top rope, Nickels shoves it and sends Young flying to the floor…

AND THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE TABLE!

ROB MARTINEZ: OUR TABLE! THOMAS YOUNG JUST EXPLODED THROUGH OUR TABLE!

REX CALIBER: I JUST SPILLED ANOTHER BEER! BARTENDER! DOS CERVEZA!

ROB MARTINEZ: Our table is gone, Thomas Young is not moving on the outside, and here comes JJ Nickels back to the outside. He isn’t coming to discuss the
quality of the water!

Nickels, limping still, comes out and grabs Young. Young looks to be out on his feet, he’s just dead weight. Nickels hoists Young up and bundles him into
the ring. Almost a look of sympathy on his face. Just a flicker. Nickels gets in the ring, Young is down in a heap. All it’s going to take is one big move…
Nickels grabs Young by the tights, pulling him up. It looks like he’s setting up for Civil Disobedience, the Border Toss style powerbomb! But… Young sags
down in a heap, head down to the canvas. Nickels looks down, maybe he should just pin Young and put him out of his misery. Nah, that wouldn’t be style.
Nickels grabs Young by the back of the tights again and pulls him back into powerbomb positionnnnwaitaminute INSIDE CRADLE! ONE! TWO! … THREE!

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of the match… THOMAS YOUNG!

JJ Nickels sits up, an expression of shock on his face. Shock and anger.

ROB MARTINEZ: Thomas Young is out on the canvas, he’s spent, but he had enough left in him, just enough to take advantage of a split-second hesitation on
the part of JJ Nickels and it was enough to get the three-count. What a huge victory for Thomas Young to start 2008!

REX CALIBER: He remembered all my advice from last summer, and forgot Jeff James’ bad advice of the last week and BAM. He gets the win.

ROB MARTINEZ: JJ Nickels is not too happy with that decision, but it was a clean three-count. I don’t think Thomas Young will EVER forget JJ Nickels after
this punishing match-up, however. A tremendous debut for JJ Nickels, but it is Thomas Young who picks up a huge singles victory… will it be the first
of many or was this just a fluke? The coming months will be telling for the former tag champ.

James is in the ring, helping Thomas to his feet. The victor is bruised, sweat soaked and exhausted but he pulled it out. JJ Nickels is heading up the aisle,
taking it out in snarls and threatening glares on the fans lining the long road back to the dressing room. The crowd is still mixed, but there’s no denying
that, strange as it sounds, many are cheering for Thomas Young’s underdog victory against the powerhouse JJ Nickels. One thing is for sure: They just witnessed
one heck of a contest!

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JENNY JERSEY: The following match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the REBEL Number One Contender’s Cup Trophy! Introducing first, the challenger,
weighing in at two hundred forty pounds and hailing from Detroit, Michigan…ADAM DAVIS!

Marilyn Manson begins playing over the speakers in the stadium. Adam Davis steps out from behind the curtain and begins walking down the aisle, he receives
boos from the crowd as he makes his way towards the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing second, weighing in at three hundred fifty pounds and hailing from Middletown, New Jersey, he is the REBEL Number One Contender
Cup holder…KRENSHOV!

”Attack” by 30 Seconds to Mars begins blasting from the speakers, Krenshov appears from behind the curtain to a loud ovation. No doubt Krenshov wants to
win this match and with the determined look on his face, and he plans to do just that.

Referee Alan Stone calls for the bell and the match is officially underway. Davis hits Krenshov with a right hand and then runs and bounces off the ropes.
The right hand had no effect on Kenny Krenshov and Davis runs into a brick wall after bouncing off the ropes. Krenshov grabs Adam Davis and whips him into
the far corner of the ring and follows it up with a running splash that makes Davis come stumble out of the corner. Krenshov whips him hard across the
ring to the turnbuckle opposite them and again follows it up with a big running splash. This time Davis is slouched in the corner rather then stumbling
out. Krenshov goes over to the corner and begins landing rights to the face of Adam Davis.

ROB MARTINEZ: Krenshov has taken control of the match early on. Knowing him I don’t think he will lose control either.

REX CALIBER: I hope it’s a good match, otherwise I’m going to have to finish this flask of tequila now. Which isn’t necessarily a bad thing.

Krenshov takes Adam Davis out of the corner and whips him into the ropes. Davis off the rebound, Krenshov lands a big powerslam in the center of the ring!
Krenshov reaches down and grabs Davis by his wife beater tank top and begins tearing it exposing his chest. Davis is on his feet and his shirt is torn
down the middle. Krenshov whips Davis across the ring, no Davis reverses it and follows it up with a big jumping splash! Davis begins to lay in chops to
Krenshov’s chest and then a few right hands to the face. Davis takes Krenshov out of the corner and whips him into the ropes, Krenshov comes off the rebound
and Davis uses a drop toehold to take the big man down. Davis begins stomping away at one of Krenshov’s legs. He grabs his foot, puts his foot on the back
of his knee, and then drives his foot and Krenshov’s knee into the mat.

ROB MARTINEZ: I think Davis might be trying to set up for that half Boston crab later on in the match. It’s a smart thing to do by taking Krenshov off of
his vertical base.

REX CALIBER: It’s good to be off your vertical base? I might have to find a nice Mexican girl and “take her off her vertical base.” This tequila could help
too.

Davis drives Krenshov’s knee into the mat again. Davis grabs Kenny’s leg and tries to get the Grave Pain locked in. Krenshov powers his way out of it and
sends Davis stumbling forward. Krenshov begins to get to his feet and Davis comes running in to try and land a running DDT. Krenshov counters and lands
a clothesline sending Davis to the mat. Krenshov picks Davis up off the canvas and whips him into the ropes, Davis comes back off the ropes and slides
under Krenshov’s leg and lands a big falling neckbreaker that takes Krenshov down. Davis goes for a pin.

One!

Two!

Krenshov powers his way out of the pin. Krenshov begins to get to his feet, Davis comes running off the ropes and lands a drop kick sending Krenshov back
down to the mat. Krenshov is down and Adam Davis bounces off the ropes again and lands a leg drop across the neck of Kenny Krenshov. Davis gets to his
feet and then begins stomping away at Krenshov’s legs again. Again Davis puts his foot behind Kenny’s knee and drives it into the mat. Krenshov winces
just ever so slightly. Davis again tries to get that Boston Crab locked in again, and again he fails. Krenshov begins getting to his vertical base and
Adam Davis comes running at him, but is sent down to the mat from a big boot! Kenny scoops him up off the mat and whips Davis into the turnbuckle. He thrusts
his shoulder into the midsection of Davis several times and then whips him back across the ring into the other turnbuckle. Krenshov comes running to follow
it up with a big splash but Davis moves and Krenshov goes chest first into the turnbuckle. Kenny comes stumbling away from the turnbuckle backwards and
Davis tries setting up for the Cold Shoulder! Davis jumps trying to hit his Cold Shoulder, but Krenshov catches him and flips him up and over onto his
shoulder and delivers a huge powerslam power slam!

ROB MARTINEZ: Adam Davis was just about power slammed out of his shoes!

REX CALIBER: He wears Jordans. You mind going in there and getting his shoes that he was slammed out of? I can get a lot of money for those.

Krenshov goes for the cover. Referee Alan Stone gets down to make the count.

ONE!

TWO!

TH–Davis kicks out!

Davis gets his shoulder up before the three count. Krenshov whips Davis across the ring into the ropes, but Davis slides between Krenshov’s legs again and
takes him down by taking out the knee that he was working on earlier in the match. Krenshov gets down to one knee and then Davis takes him down with a
swinging neckbreaker. Davis keeps working on that knee. He wants to immobilize the big Kenny Krenshov. Davis stands over Krenshov and begins to wrench
his knee. Davis grabs his foot and wrenches the knee that was worked over earlier on. Krenshov rolls onto his back and with his other foot kicks Davis
and it breaks the hold. Davis stumbles backwards and Krenshov gets to one knee. Davis comes running in again and lands a big DDT in the middle of the ring.
He thinks about going for a pin, but decides against it. He runs and heads to the top rope. Davis is on the top turnbuckle and points to Krenshov. Davis
leaps off the top rope with huge hang time and lands a huge leg drop across the legs of Krenshov!

ROB MARTINEZ: Adam Davis is still working on that knee of Krenshov. He’s keeping the big man down and he’s taking advantage of it. But we all know he won’t
go down without a fight.

REX CALIBER: I will though, if you get what I’m saying here Rob.

ROB MARTINEZ: Why is it I always have to ask you focus on the match?

Davis tries to lock in the Boston Crab, the move he has failed to lock in on a couple of occasions in this match. He has Krenshov’s leg and he drags him
into the center of the ring and locks in the move! Krenshov winces slightly even though he is probably feeling pain in that knee. Davis tries with all
his might to keep the move locked in. Krenshov breaks the hold and Davis stumbles forward. Krenshov uses the ropes to help him get back to his vertical
base. Davis comes darting in and tries taking Kenny down again by hitting him in the knee. Krenshov grabs his knee but does not go down. Davis again tries
running at Kenny to take him off of his feet but Krenshov lands a powerful clothesline that sends him to the canvas. Krenshov scoops the dazed Adam Davis
off the mat, he whips him into the ropes and lands a big spinebuster in the middle of the ring! Krenshov scoops him up again and whips Davis into the corner
with authority and follows it up with a running splash. Krenshov thrusts his shoulder into Davis’ midsection several times before tossing him out of the
corner and into the center of the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: It seems like Kenny Krenshov is working over that midsection and rib area on Adam Davis to try and set up for the Bear Hug to end the match.
REX CALIBER: Are you sure you don’t want any of this tequila Rob? If not I’m just gonna finish it all myself? You sure? Yeah? Ok, I’m just gonna drink it
all myself. Oh, yeah, Krenshov is working over Davis’ midsection real good.

Krenshov grabs Davis by his torn shirt and lifts him off the mat and then whips him into the ropes. Davis comes back off the rebound and Krenshov grabs
him! He’s got the bear hug locked in. He’s thrashing Adam Davis back and forth! The match could be over here. Krenshov slams Davis into the mat with authority,
the sound echoes throughout the stadium. Krenshov goes to the mat for the pin, referee Alan Stone goes to the mat to make the count.

SMASHING PUMPKINS?!

The Smashing Pumpkins’ song “Zero” begins playing over the speakers in the stadium. That only means one thing, Dan Ryan! Krenshov doesn’t hesitate to get
to his feet and ready to fight another person. While Krenshov readies himself for Dan Ryan, Adam Davis notices that Krenshov isn’t paying attention to
him. He gets the school boy! He’s got the pin!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of the match, and new Number One Contender’s Cup holder, ADAM DAVIS!

Adam Davis wins the match and is the new REBEL Number One Contender! Davis pops up from the mat and referee Alan Stone raises his hand in victory. Krenshov
looks furious, he rolls out of the ring and storms to the back and along the way he yells, “Who the FUCK played that music?!” While power walking back
the fans that Krenshov passes cheer him and try and touch him or get a high five. They get none of that, not cause of disrespect, but because he is too
pissed to notice them. In the ring Chet Whettleson interviews Adam Davis, who is being showered in boos from the fans.

CHET WHETTLESON: Adam you just won the REBEL Number One Contender’s Cup in a hard fought match against a more than capable opponent. Do you know what belt
you want to fight for?

ADAM DAVIS: Belt? Nah, I think I’ll keep this thing awhile. I mean with me holding it, it’s the hottest prize around. In fact I’ll put it up against anyone
in that locker room and on any REBEL card!

REX CALIBER: The Iceman should know better than to leave an open challenge on the table… it won’t take long for someone too…

Claude Higgins music begins playing. Higgins comes out from the curtain with a microphone in hand and calls out Adam Davis.

CLAUDE HIGGINS: Davis, since you’re willing to put that up again any wrestler and on any card, I’ll be waiting for you next week at Supremacy.

REX CALIBER: Let me finish, since I was interrupted, but Higgins proved my point. It don’t long for challenges to get accepted around here.

Davis is booed as Higgins walks back through the curtain to the locker room. Adam Davis pushes Chet Whettleson’s microphone away and rolls out of the ring
and makes his way back to the locker room as boos still rain down on him from the crowd.

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JENNY JERSEY: The following match is the BATTLE OF THE CHAMPIONS! This match will be held under… CENSORSHIP RULES!

REX CALIBER: We finally get to see who Kyle Roberts got to come in!

ROB MARTINEZ: What if he didn’t get anyone? Can he defeat the C.A.B.S on his own?

REX CALIBER: It’s gonna be a tough, and if he goes it alone, my money is on the C.A.B.S!

“Censored Truth” by Naked Aggression pumps out through Toluca, Mexico. Ace Adams and Steven Wylde enter along with Rosie Cheeks. They hold up the REBEL
World Tag Belts as the fans boo them heavily. They smirk and enter the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, they are accompanied by Rosie Cheeks. They weigh in at a combined five hundred pounds. They are former NAPW Tag Team Champions.
They are the current REBEL Tag Team Champions of the WORLD! Ace Adams… Steven Wylde… CENSORSHIP AGAINST BAD STUFF!

I AM THE MAN!

And the fans get off their asses, give some super cheers to the champ… Kyle Roberts. He salutes the fans, and enters the ring, looking back at the curtain,
then gives an unconfident shake of his head.

ROB MARTINEZ: What’s that about? Does he not know if his partner is here?

REX CALIBER: What partner? HA! Kyle’s going to get his ASS KICKED! This is like the best trip to Mexico EVER!

Kyle stretches a bit then points to his belt, then his temple, cause he is “Smarter than the C.A.B.S?” He better hope he is!

JENNY JERSEY: And their opponents, er… opponent?

Kyle shrugs, and she continues.

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JENNY JERSEY: He is from Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan. He weighed in tonight at two hundred fifty seven pounds. He is the current reigning REBEL Heavyweight
Champion of the WORLD! He is STYLIN’ KYLE ROBERTS!

Alan Stone calls for the bell. Ace Adams gets in the ring first. Kyle and him lock up quickly, with Kyle quickly pushing the lighter Adams to the ropes.
Alan Stone steps in and issues a five count for Kyle to break the hold. At four, he breaks it. Then delivers a knee to the abdomen. Rosie is screaming
at the ref to disqualify him. Kyle yells a very disrespectful, “Shut the Hell up” at Rosie. The fans go crazy, and start chanting “puta de la cocaína”.
ROB MARTINEZ: What does that mean? Any idea?

REX CALIBER: Well “puta” means whore, and I’m gonna assume “cocaína” is like cocaine… so, you figure out the rest.

ROB MARTINEZ: OHH…

REX CALIBER: Seems like you would know this stuff more than me since your name is “Martinez”.

ROB MARTINEZ: My family is from Wyoming.

Kyle Roberts takes Ace down with a side head lock and squeezes tight. Adam rolls him over and gets a two count, making Kyle let go of the head lock. Ace
Adams quickly goes for a tag, and Steven Wylde is the legal man. Steven charges in and attempts a spear, that Kyle Roberts side steps. Steven tries to
recover but eats a damn fine looking drop kick to the mug. Steven rolls outside the ring, and the C.A.B.S huddle together for a game plan. Kyle takes the
time to get a few deep breaths in. Steven breaks the huddle at the eight count, and enters the ring. Kyle and Steven lock up, Kyle then taking Steven down
with a arm drag, followed with an arm bar. Kyle wrenches on it, and Steven yells out in pain. Rosie gets on the ring apron and distracts Alan Stone. In
comes Ace Adams with a kick to the head of Roberts.

REX CALIBER: Ouch… that looked painful. Good thing Kyle doesn’t have much of a brain or it might be concussed.

ROB MARTINEZ: Do you hate him that badly?

REX CALIBER: If you had to wrestle a man a zillion times and get beat only once, only to never get a rematch for the belt you made world famous… yeah
you might hate that man too.

Steven gets up and whips Kyle over into the C.A.B.S corner. Ace is tagged in and the champs use the five seconds allotted to double team Mr. Roberts. DOUBLE
FLAP JACK ON KYLE! The cover!

ONE!

TWO!

SHOULDER UP!

Ace stays in and gets Roberts up for a Reverse DDT. Ace quickly drags the prone World Champ to his corner. Steven is once again tagged in, and Wylde has
Kyle up for a Reverse Suplex, but Kyle gets out, landing on his feet behind Wylde. POLARIZER! Kyle with the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

ACE ADAMS BREAKS UP THE COUNT!

REX CALIBER: Kyle can’t get anything going. How long can he last against the best tag team in REBEL?

ROB MARTINEZ: I don’t know, but you know he won’t quit.

Ace gets tagged in and they’re setting up Kyle for another double team move.. this time ASSISTED BULLDOG! Ace with the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

FOOT ON THE ROPES!

Ace looks frustrated and gets Kyle up, throwing him into the corner. Steven holds the champ in place. Drop kick to the exposed mid section of the champ
by Ace Adams.

REX CALIBER: Wait… my cell is going off.. who the hell is calling me at this hour?

Rex takes off the headset and takes the call. Rex gets up and puts the head set back on for a brief moment.

ROB MARTINEZ: What’s going on?

REX CALIBER: Be back in a bit, I hope I don’t miss the Mr. Mexico- Murcielago match.

ROB MARTINEZ: UH.. OK.. hurry back (laughs)

Rex leaves the ringside area and the crowd doesn’t know what to think. Kyle in the mean time is being assaulted with chops to the chest by Ace. Kyle tries
to fight him off, but having his arms held out of the ref’s eye sight isn’t helping his cause. Ace Adam tags in Steven. Kyle is dazed and Ace grabs his
arms again. Alan Stone needs some contacts or lasik surgery, cause he damn sure can’t see. Steven is looking for a spear… he runs at Kyle and EATS KYLE’S
BOOT! Steven is knocked out. Ace lets go after Alan Stone FINALLY sees the infraction. Kyle slumps down in the corner, being assaulted by two men for nearly
ten minutes. Ace Adams in the ring, dragging Steven to the corner. He tags himself in, while Alan Stone is the worse Censorship ref ever, doesn’t admonish
him for coming in the ring. Steven gets up and they are calling for CENSOR THIS! The Bear hug is applied, Steven is getting ready…

BAD BOYS, BAD BOYS, WHAT YOU GONNA DO?

ROB MARTINEZ: Ace Adams drops Kyle as we see the Battle of the Champions get even. The EXTREME JOBBER CHAMPION has made his way to Mexico!

Joey Malone hits the ring an is a house of fire. Drop kick on Ace, Clothesline on Steven. They go to the outside and Joey Malone is standing tall. Kyle
is helped up and Kyle pushes him away, mouthing “What took you so long.” Joey responds: “I live in Canada!” During this Steven and Ace come in from behind
and ambush the Dynamic Duds, er… Joey and Kyle! Steven with the CENSORPLEX… WAIT JOEY MALONE GETS OUT! Adam is trying to work over Kyle. Alan Stone
has lost control of this match. He throws up his hands as the two teams start trading punches and calls Jenny Jersey over.

JENNY JERSEY: This match is now going to be officiated under REBEL RULES!

That distracts the C.A.B.S who then get taken down by double drop kicks. Joey Malone goes to the outside. He grabs something from ringside. In the ring
Steven and Ace get up and try to take down Kyle. Joey Malone gets on the top rope… Ace sees him but too late… FLYING RING BELL SMASH! ACE IS BUSTED
HIDE OPEN! Steven turns around and bell to his head too. Kyle looks at him and mouths “You stole my move!” Joey shrugs and they both cover the fallen C.A.B.S!
ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

JENNY JERSEY: The winners of the match STYLIN’ KYLE ROBERTS AND…

Out of the crowd comes a man with a hoodie on covering his head. He grabs Joey Malone and drags him out of the ring, under the bottom rope. He kicks him
in the stomach and FLIPPING PILE DRIVER ON JOEY MALONE!

JENNY JERSEY: STILL EXTREME JOBBER CHAMPION… JOEY MALONE!

The man with the hoodie flips it back and reveals that it wasn’t just any Flipping Pile Driver.. it was the CK FINALE! Chad gets a mic from ringside.

CHAD KURTIS: Next week… you will see that same move again, only it’ll be personally gave to you by the THE SHOW! My rematch clause is being used next
week.. shine that belt up for the TRUE PTP’ER AND THE NEXT WORLD CHAMPION… CHAD KURTIS!

ROB MARTINEZ: The final round of Kyle Roberts versus Chad Kurtis to go down next week. Kyle better not take Chad lightly, he hits that move.. it’s lights
out.

Kyle grabs his belt, and exits as Chad leaves through the crowd. Joey Malone, and both C.A.B.S are laying out. Medical teams come out to assist all three
men.

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JENNY JERSEY: The following match is the main event of the evening and is a MEXICAN DEATH MATCH!

ROB MARTINEZ: Wonder where Rex could be? Who am I kidding! A lot of us, actually everyone accept Murcielago, suspects Rex and Mr. Mexico to be the same
person. We shall see.

“Da Graveyard” begins to play and out walks one hated man. Murcielago is booed like The New England Patriots in Miami right now. Hate might not really describe
the feelings one nation has for this man. Enzo and Murc walk to the ring, unfazed and not to concerned. Already taking an interest in the Thomas Young
match earlier, and nearly going to blows with Rex Caliber.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, accompanied by Enzo. He weighs in at nearly three hundred pounds. He is a former REBEL Carolina’s Champion, MURCIELAGO!
Mexicanos, al grito de guerra El acero aprestad y el bridón; y retiemble en sus centros la tierra Al sonoro rugir del cañón

Ciña oh patria! tus sienes de oliva De la Paz el arcángel divino, Que en el cielo tu eterno destino Por el dedo de Dios se escribió.

Más si osare un extraño enemigo Profanar con su planta tu suelo, Piensa, oh patria querida ,que el cielo Un soldado en cada hijo te dio.

That’s the Mexican National Anthem, in which Mr. Mexico enters too. He is showered with cheers, flowers and love.

Guerra, guerra sin tregua al que intente De la patria manchar los blasones!

Guerra, guerra! Los patrios pendones En las olas de sangre empapad.

Guerra, guerra! En el monte, en el valle Los cañones horrísonos truenen

Y los ecos sonoros resuenen Con las voces de Unión! Libertad!

Antes, patria, que inermes tus hijos Bajo el yugo su cuello dobleguen,

Tus campiñas con sangre se rieguen, Sobre sangre se estampe su pie.

Y tus templos, palacios y torres Se derrumben con hórrido estruendo, Y sus ruinas existan diciendo: De mil héroes la patria aquí fue.

Mr. Mexico enters the ring and Murcielago has a laser eye on him.

Patria! patria! Tus hijos te juran Exhalar en tus aras su aliento, Si el clarín con su bélico acento Los convoca a lidiar con valor.

Para ti las guirnaldas de oliva!

Un recuerdo para ellos de gloria!

Un laurel para ti de victoria!

Un sepulcro para ellos de honor!

Mexicanos, al grito de guerra El acero aprestad y el bridón; y retiemble en sus centros la tierra Al sonoro rugir del cañón.

The anthem finishes as Mr. Mexico, wearing a full body Mexican Flag styled tight suit, which matches his mask, is ready for his introduction.

JENNY JERSEY: From Mexico City, Mexico… weighing in at two hundred forty five pounds… MR. MEXICO!

ROB MARTINEZ: The pop heard for this man is deafening, now keep in mind, we’re outside! This match is a take off of Texas Death Matches, where multiple
falls can occur, but you have to make it back to the ring and on your feet with in a ten count to not lose the match. Falls don’t matter, as long as you
can make it in and up. The ten count starts after a pinfall or submission. Falls count anywhere and no other rules apply. Mr. Mexico is the same weight
as Rex Caliber and seems to be his height too it seems.

The bell sounds at the command of Jimmy Johnson. Murcielago charges at Mr. Mexico, only to get side stepped and chopped across the chest on the rebound.
Murcielago doesn’t go down, and quickly punches Mr. Mexico in the head. Loud boos are heard as Mr. Mexico hits the mat. Murc waits little time and picks
Mexico up. POWERBOMB ON MR. MEXICO. The cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Murcielago backs off Mexico, as the ten count starts. Mexico gets up at the count up five and the match continues. Murc gets near his masked opponent again,
but Mexico punches Murcielago in the testicles. The crowd goes crazy as if they think the entire countries success rides on this match. Mexico drop kicks
the knee of Murcielago. Murcielago is prone and Mexico applies the Texas Cloverleaf!

ROB MARTINEZ: This is interesting. That move is also known as… the NEXUS CLOVERLEAF!

Murcielago gets to the ropes, and won’t lose if he taps out in them. He is crawling out of the ring, in attempt to break the move. He succeeds only to plummet
down to the floor. Mr. Mexico goes up high and BIG SPLASH ONTO MURCIELAGO! The count is late and Mexico can’t pin Murcielago. Mexico gets Murcielago in
to position and MONKEY FLIP INTO THE STEEL POST! Murcielago is busted open quickly. Mr. Mexico grabs a steel chair. He waits for Murc to get up and then…
ENZO STEALS THE CHAIR! Mexico is distracted and then turns around to receive… SPINE BUSTER ON THE FLOOR! Murcielago pins him.. One. Two. THREE!

ROB MARTINEZ: The match would have been over minutes into this match, twice in fact, if the match was under regular REBEL rules. Murcielago slides into
the ring. Mexico is being helped up by Enzo? They want to end Rex’s… I mean Mexico’s career!

Mr. Mexico is in the ring at the count of Seven and is picked up by Murcielago. Boot to the stomach and DROP TOP ON MR. MEXICO!

ROB MARTINEZ: It has to be over. What a one sided mat… WAIT! Is that?

Rex Caliber is walking back to ringside. Murcielago locks eyes with him. Rex takes his seat at ringside.

REX CALIBER: What did I miss?

ROB MARTINEZ: YOU’RE NOT MR. MEXICO?

REX CALIBER: Of course not. That kids been training at the Rex School of Wrestling for about three weeks now. He wanted a shot, and I got him booked.

ROB MARTINEZ: So all this for what purpose?

REX CALIBER: To fuck with Murcielago’s mind!

Murcielago picks Mexico up for a Diamond Cutter, or as he calls it DEFCON 1!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Jimmy Johnson begins the count as Murcielago jaws at Rex. The count reaches ten and the match is over pretty quick. Murcielago did get bloodied and is very
upset about it. But what he really wants is Rex Caliber. Enzo throws Murc a mic.

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of the match…MURCIELAGO!

MURCIELAGO: I’ve stated it all week… I CAN BEAT ANY “CRIME” WHOEVER LIVED! So how about it pops… come on and face me ONE ON ONE!

“Screams of the Undead” begins to play and out walks Thomas Young.

THOMAS YOUNG: Can you? Can you really? Well… next week, I got no problem beating your ass and making you tap the fuck out!

MURCIELAGO: Aight then you little bitch, you got it!

REX CALIBER: So you think you can beat Young? How bout do it in a Submission match? How about that you big retarded moron?

MURCIELAGO: I’ll break his ass in pieces… anything to break a “Crime” down and kick his ass!

AKKKFFOOORRTY!

PRINCE DARKO: Cut my music. That big mother fucker want some of a “Crime” than look no further than here.. PRINCE W. DARKO! I got some shit to do in Raleigh
next week and.. kicking your poser ass will be icing on my fucking cake.

THOMAS YOUNG: I done got his ass next week, go wrestle up north and leave this shit to me!

PRINCE DARKO: Man fuck you… HE CAN’T WHOOP ME! YOUR BROTHER CAN’T WHOOP ME, AND YOU KNOW DAMN WELL YOU CA…

REX CALIBER: (interrupting)If Murcielago is a real man, he might want to fight you in a Zamunda Street Fight too! Hell.. he so hell bent on proving is “Supremacy”
over the Crimes, why not back to back matches next week!

MURCIELAGO: Shut the fuck up you old bald mother fucker. I’d come down there and kick your ass right now, if your two bitches wouldn’t jump me. I want Rex
Caliber! Not these jobbers!

PRINCE DARKO: Who the fuck you callin’ a God Damn jobber? I’ll fuck you up!

REX CALIBER: Calm down, Darko! Murc, how about if you can beat both of these men next week… you and me at Winter Blast?

MURCIELAGO: That’s pussified on your part, but if you want those two to get they ass whipped so be it.. I’ll beat both of them in their own matches and
then your ass is mine old man!

MINE!

Murcielago spits towards Rex. Rex Caliber takes his jacket off and charges into the ring. Murc tries to nail him, but Darko and Young are in there too.
Murcielago takes shots at all of them. Rex nails him with a right hand. Darko gets a left from Murc. Security jumps in the ring trying separate them. Young
and Darko start scrapping in the corner, trying to decide who is gonna get at Murcielago. Rex Caliber breaks through and spears Murcielago. Murcielago
turns him over and wails on the head of Rex Caliber. Murc’s blood all over the dress shirt of the Nexus One. Darko and Young are being taken to the back.
Security is holding Rex and Murcielago at bay… IT’S MAYHEM IN MEXICO FOLKS!