No Remorse – 10/09/2007

No Remorse
10/09/2007
6:35

The Jamil Temple in Columbia is standing room only. The crowd has already bought every piece of merchandise available. The crowd is rabid and a REBEL chant
begins.

6:59

Do you know where your girlfriend is? She’s probably lusting after Assman and Dr. Tittylover, or trying to get in Kyle Roberts locker room. Be damn sure
she is in attendance for NO REMORSE!

“Purple Haze” plays and outcomes Rob Martinez and Jenny Jersey. Rob steps into the ring.

ROB MARINEZ: Two championships to be decided. Two qualifying matches for the Number One Contender’s Cup. One Censorship Rules tag match. One REBEL Street
fight! All this going on, and a contract signing for the “High Incident” Scaffold match… Fans, rest assured that after tonight, the REBEL wrestlers will
leave with absolutely… NO REMORSE!

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ROB MARTINEZ: Welcome to the show! And what an opener we have for you here, a match for a shot at the Number One Contender’s Trophy at High Incident!

Click Click Boom hits the arena, and the newcomer David Williams is seen at the entrance ramp. He’s looking aggressive, and ready for a fight.

JENNY JERSEY: This match is one fall, win by pin or submission. Making his way to the ring now, from London, England, weighing in at -

And Jenny Jersey is rudely interrupted as Cocky blasts out, and the arena goes dark, showing a spotlight flying around searching for Chad Kurtis, finding
him at the back of the crowd, as he raises his hands and gets a fan reaction that almost equals that of The Assman and Tittylover. Chad can still dream,
though. Williams looks thoroughly pissed, as he rushes over the barricade to try and get at Chad, finding him and getting Chad’s arm in his face as a reward,
sending Williams rolling back down towards the barricade. A headlock into a suplex by Chad, sending Williams over the barricade but is straight back up,
and Chad follows it up by “spring boarding” off the barricade and landing a very hard Frankensteiner, Chad getting a bad bump on his neck too. Jenny uses
this time to scamper out and away from the ring, as Chad gets back onto his feet, and rolls Williams into the ring.

The bell sounds. Chad pulls him up, and hits a few forearm shots, sending Williams reeling into the turnbuckle, where Chad grabs the middle ropes with each
hand, and drives his shoulder in once, twice, and thrice! Huge pop from the fans as he bulldogs him out of the corner.

ROB MARTINEZ: Williams is putting up no fight at all here. That suplex and Frankensteiner took a lot out of him, let’s see if he can reco- Oh! A cheeky
gouge in Chad’s eye gives Williams a chance to get back on top of this match.

Williams applies the pressure with a twist of Chad’s arm, and jumps and yanks it down, as a scream from Chad can be heard. Followed by another twist, sending
Chad flipping over back first onto the mat, and Williams drops down and stretches his legs across Chad’s body, getting in an arm bar, and stretching the
arm back. Chad starts fighting out of it, attempting to kip-up, but Williams keeps him in position, still stretching on the arm. Chad quickly rolls over
and hits a punch directly into the gut of Williams with his spare hand, only just reaching, but taking away the pressure of his arm. Chad quickly up to
his feet, but favoring his other arm as he ducks a clothesline, and hits a dropkick sending Williams into the ropes, Chad dropping to the ground as Williams
hops over, and then leapfrogging over him, positioning himself so he takes Williams straight into a snapmare take down followed quickly by a headlock as
Williams is in a seating position. Williams is heard crying out, and Chad stands to his feet, releasing the headlock to hit a knee to the front of Williams’
face, bouncing off the ropes and hitting a dropkick to Williams’ face as he is sitting up, sending him flipping over backwards. Chad quickly rolls him
onto his back, and set him up mid ring, calling for the BME!

ROB MARTINEZ: This is what we like to see, a beautifully executed BME by Chad. He climbs to the second, makes the jump and springboards from third! And
Williams has moved! Nothing but mat for Kurtis.

Williams is back in control now, bringing Kurtis to his feet, and setting him up in the corner, moving to the other side and calling for a hard spear. As
he charges, Kurtis steps out through the ropes to the ring apron, allowing Williams to smash his shoulder into the post. A springboard into a sunset flip
taking Williams over. Williams rolls straight out and onto his feet, leaving Kurtis on the ground, who executed a Monkey flip as Williams runs back at
him, sending him backwards into the corner. Kurtis quickly back on his feet and locks Williams’ feet into a tree of woe!

ROB MARTINEZ: Unluckily for Williams, it seems Kurtis is completely on his game today. Williams seems to have no chance.

Chad is looking to end this, searching round outside for a chair. He folds one up, brings it into the ring, and places it on the mat in front of Williams’
face. From the opposite side, he charges at Williams, who quickly unhooks himself and slides out of the ring, as Kurtis just stops, and angrily kicks at
the chair. Williams takes a moment, to try and prove to the fans he outsmarted The Show, and as he turns around he gets a heap of Kurtis having executed
a suicide dive through the middle ropes, smashing into a barricade and toppling it over in front of the fans. Kurtis grabs a chair, folding it up, and
waits for Williams to get to his feet. Soon as he does, he throws the chair to Williams’ who catches it, and Kurtis hits a beautiful super kick right into
the chair, totalling Williams. Picking up what is left of his opponent, Kurtis throws him into the ring and places his head between his legs, making circle
motions with his hands.

ROB MARTINEZ: Looks like we’re going to get the CK Finale here folks!

And Kurtis jumps up, flipping both him and Williams over, Kurtis landing in a sitting position as William’s drops right on his head and falls away from
Kurtis. The Show looks at the fans, then at the turnbuckle, then back at the fans, who all scream “YES!”. SO The Show does just that, stepping on the middle
rope, jumping to the top and flipping over, hitting a perfect BME on the body of Williams. And the referee counts…

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!

JENNY JERSEY: And the winner of the match, the man moving on into the Number One Contender’s Trophy match at High Incident, “The Show” Chad Kurtis!

And Kurtis takes his time, stepping up onto the corners and raising his arms for the cheering fans. Moving round all four corners, getting the fans going.
Finally he moves to Jenny Jersey, giving her a quick peck on the cheek (and making her blush in the process), climbing past the knocked down barricade
and exiting the way he came, back out through the hundreds of fans!

ROB MARTINEZ: What a way to start the show!

I won’t suffer, be broken
Get tired, or wasted
Surrender to nothing
I’ll give up what I
Started
And stopped
From end to beginning
A new day is coming
And I am finally free

ROB MARTINEZ: Six foot eight inches, three hundred and seventy pounds of a monster is walking, or charging to the ring. KRENSHOV IS BACK IN REBEL!

Indeed he is, and walks right up to the rising David Williams, who flips off the big man. KRENSHOV will not back up any, and David Williams attempts to
get by him. Kenny takes out a mic.

KRENSHOV: Someone sent me in here to give you a little message….

David Williams is kicked in the stomach and it gets followed up by… TOTAL ECLIPSE! David Williams looks to be dead.

KRENSHOV: DAVID WILLIAMS… YOUR TIME IN REBEL… JUST RAN OUT!

KRENSHOV goes and grabs a table, and sets it up outside. He goes in the ring, picks up the lifeless Williams’ and POWERBOMB OVER THE TOP ROPE, THROUGH A
TABLE!

ROB MARTINEZ: It might be early… but LET REBEL REIGN!

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Were back at ringside, as the ring as been covered with a black cloth and a table, with a red table cloth, has been setup for the contract signing. Soon
REBEL Pro owner Rick Garrett appears to a chorus of cheers as he makes his way to the ring, mic in hand.

“Stardust” by Akforty plays over the speakers as Dio Muerte, Dio-Lizer 5000 and all, steps out into the Jamil Temple to a mixed crowd. He doesn’t pay attention
to the crowd, but seems intent on getting something done. He swiftly enters the ring as “Bullet With A Name” by NonPoint takes over the speakers and Mark
Kingston, sporting the REBEL Carolinas Title on his shoulder, makes his way from the back. Dio looks on, intently, as Mark steps up the stairs and over
the ropes one leg at a time.

RICK GARRETT: Okay ladies and gentlemen, as you all know, we’ve had some problems regarding the Carolinas Championship for the last few months, and it has
caused the bloodiest feud in REBEL history… but that ends soon.. Because tonight we will all bear witness the the signing of the most dangerous match
in wrestling history… A SCAFFOLD MATCH!

The crowd loudly reacts to these words, singing in unison, “We want scaffolds!”

RICK GARRETT: But this match, in all it’s brutality and risk, would be nothing without the two men who will compete in this hellacious match. The two men,
Mark Kingston and Dio Muerte, have fought their hardest to gain the upper hand. But even with the title change, nothing seems to have changed between the
two. So before we get down to business, let’s hear what these men have to say. Dio?

DIO: This here is more than just a piece of paper, it’s a DEATH CERTIFICATE! It’s more then just a suspension of human beings, it’s a place where we all
die. I’ve died many times before. I have nothing to fear, but will you be in the same realm as I? Or will you be absent?

Dio looks straight in the face of Mark Kingston from across the table. Mark what does cialis contain stands up and does the same. Then Rick passes the mic to Mark and he raises
it to his mouth to speak.

MARK: Dio, I’m tired of your third world ramblings, I’m tired of trying to understand what the hell your saying, and I’m especially tired of your ugly ass
mask! Is it wise to talk about realms, when the one your in doesn’t even exist. You’re the past Dio, and I’m the present and the future! So live with it!
Dio comes from around the table and looks up into the Mark’s eyes, tears the mic from his hand. Neither violently react, but Dio begins to talk again.

DIO: It’s beautiful, that this rocket ship (points to himself) has gone into orbit and radio flyer over there is the fucking contradiction to its name.
Dio drops the mic and the two stare, now almost violently, into each other’s cold, hard eyes. Rick Garrett carefully picks up the mic. He goes to speak,
but Mark Kingston has already signed the contract, with Dio currently in the process. Dio finishes, and drops the clipboard to the mat. The two regain
their former cold glares.

RICK GARRETT: Okay, gentlemen, calm down. Ummm, security, get your asses out here!

A few security begin to walk to the ring, but the camera turns to see Dio and Mark already laying blows into each other’s skulls. Mark throws a haymaker
intended for Dio, but Dio ducks and Mark falls forward, taking himself and REBEL Pro owner, Rick Garrett, over the signing table setup in the ring. Dio
begins to pound on Mark’s dazed head as the security finally makes it to the ring and separates the two bulls, each making the usual quick dashes at the
other until Dio is pulled from the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: And we thought this rivalry couldn’t be taken any further!

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JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is set for one fall. Starting off, standing at five-eleven and at a weight of one-hundred-eighty pounds.
From Napier, New Zealand.

Super Trooper begins to roar through the arena letting the fans know what time it is. Link Van Haggard blows through the curtains like a Hurricane. The
fans shout out to the top of their lungs and flash their “I LOVE YOU LINK” posters. He smiles at them back, which is just enough for the girls.

JENNY JERSEY: LINK VAN HAGGARD!

He enters the ring and gets in a couple of stretches.

JENNY JERSEY: He’s two-hundred-forty pounds and stands at six feet 4 inches. From Villahermosa, Tobasco, Mexico. EL REY DE CORIZONES!

Baila Cassanova begins to play, then it happens, El Rey de Corizones and his valet Montaña Rose come through the curtains. He waves to the crowd as walks
down the ramp and into the ring. On the apron he wipes his feet before entering the ring. Once in the ring, the two men meet in the center of the ring,
they shake hands and the ref calls for the bell.

DING DING DING!

The traditional tie up starts it off, El Rey slides Link into a head lock. Link brings the King over to the ropes, where he can slide out the lock in ease
and send him into the ropes. Rey comes over with a Clothesline, Link evades and runs into the ropes. He comes off strong with an Hurricanrana, an attempt
at least, Rey goes for the Powerbomb. The man battles his way out of it strong and applies a Sunset flip. The momentum causes El Rey to roll out of Link’s
grips, Rey returns with a dropkick to Link’s jaw. He brings the downed man to his feet and grabs him by the arm, he twists and moves towards the corner.
He’s now standing the top rope, he walks around, monitoring his balance and BLAM! SUPER ELBOW DROP connects. Link falls to the ground knee first, Rey,
very quick for his size, locks in a sleeper hold, he brings it down and places the scissors.

ROB MARTINEZ: He isn’t going far.

Link waves his arms around, he pulls on Rey’s arms, they’re locked in tight! Will he tap? No, not at all, he manages to place his foot on to the bottom
rope, the ref calls for the break up. Rey’s no fool, he does so, and walks over to Link to bring him to his feet. Quickly, Link grabs a hold of Rey’s head
and drops down for the Jawbreaker. Rey stumbles backwards a bit and rests on the ropes, Link rushes over for a suicidal clothesline. They topple over the
ropes and crowd loves it. Link gets to his feet first and rushes to get to the apron and waits for Rey to stand up. He does and gets sent back to the concrete
by the man in black jeans. Link jumps to his feet and taunts to the crowd who gives him energy. He picks up Rey and rolls him back into the ring. Link
brings up Rey and places him under his armpit before dragging him to the center of the ring. The arm is tossed over Link’s head, he is in the driver’s
seat, the Swinging Neck Breaker connects. Link crushes Rey on the mat and goes for the pin.

ONE

TWO

KICK OUT!

Link picks the man up and sends him into the rope, Rey sends the sender to the ground and gives him a Heart Kick. The Mexico native pulls up Link, locks
in a Suplex. He keeps Link up there, the crowd is amazed by Rey’s strength. Link is sent into the mat, HARD. The impact of the crash shows the intensity
of Rey. He now rushes towards the rope and connects with a huge Lionsault.

ONE

TWO

KICK OUT!

ROB MARTINEZ: There is still some fight in this kid.

Rey opens his mouth, shocked at the fact he broke out. Montana redirects his attention back into the match. Rey brings Link to his feet and slips in the
Argentine Backbreaker Rack. Rey is determined to win this match, he places as much force as possible.

ROB MARTINEZ: I really don’t like Link’s odds in this move.

Link stuck in the middle of the ring, doesn’t have much choices of survival. With all that’s left, Link tries to elbow his way out of the hold. The elbows
begin to take a toll on Rey, and Rey knows what’s near, so he falls backwards, a modified Samoan Drop. The leg is hooked.

ONE

TWO

KICK OUT!

ROB MARTINEZ: Link ain’t goin’ no where.

Both men now on their feet, they meet in the center of the ring again and another hand shake his made, but this one has more value. Before it was out of
sportsmanship, this one is out of respect. The crowd claps and cheers for the men, because the sense what the men sense.

They return to the wrestling by applying an elbow collar tie up much like in the beginning of this match. Rey has the control, oh no, Link has it now, nope
not anymore, wait yes he does and he keeps it. He adds a knee to the gut, a right to the jaw and an Irish Whip to finish. Upon returning, Link delivers
a mean drop kick that takes down the big man. Link drags the body closer to the ropes. Link stands on the apron now, he looks around at the crowd they
feel it. He asks for the energy and they give gladly. KENTA KNEE! Beautifully connects. Then a pin.

ONE

TWO

THREKICKOUT!

Link is shocked! The crowd is shocked! The ref is shocked! Montana is shocked!

ROB MARTINEZ: Wow, I’m shocked! Rey would probably be lying if he said he isn’t shocked.

But the match continues, regardless of how shocking anything was. Rey stands up tall, Link sends a left and it’s caught, literally caught. Link sends a
right foot, the leg is caught. Rey takes Link’s left hand and wraps the man’s hand around his own throat. Then Rey picks up Link by his right leg then
drops him down for one crazy looking DDT.

ROB MARTINEZ: Damn!

A pin for the win.

ONE

TWO

Or not. While everyone is shocked, Rey continues to work, he brings Link back to his feet before hitting him with a German Suplex. Then another German.
Can he hit a hat trick? Nope, not at all, Link locks his legs, Rey still tries to lift him up and he does. Link now locks his legs around Rey’s waist,
then he releases to hit Rey with a modified Bulldog. Link goes to the top rope for body splash, which successfully connects. He doesn’t go for the pin,
no, he runs to the ropes and comes off hitting Rey with a grounded Harlem Hangover. Rey’s body kicks up from the attack, he rolls away from Link to comfort
his throat. Montana pounds on the apron and looks into Rey’s eyes telling him he can do it, telling him to get back in there. Which he does, he bounces
off the ropes, Link tries for a Hurricanrana, no avail. Rey catches Link and brings him down with nothing but brute force for a Powerbomb. He doesn’t go
for a pin, he sends the lifeless Link to the corner and sits him at the top rope. Rey stands on the second, Link tries to battle his way out of a potential
Superplex, and he does. Rey hits the ground hard and falls into position. Link shoots off with his Bullet The Blue Sky. NO ONE HOME! Rey gets up from the
ground and brings Link up, who is clearly dazed away. TANG PASADO DEL AMOR!

ROB MARTINEZ: Will that be it?

ONE

TWO

THREE!

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match, and facing Chad Kurtis at High Incident for the Number One Contender’s Cup… EL REY de CORIZONES!

ROB MARTINEZ: He’s done it, he’s finally defeated Link. Good show by both men, so much heart, so much effort. The crowd was cheering Link through out, as
well as Rey. Not sure why they were crazy for Link.. must be because it’s a college town, and the kids love to drink here! Respect for there fellow drinker!
Montana enters the ring and celebrates with Rey. Link rolls out of the ring and returns with a cold metallic friend. He introduces Rey to his friend very
quickly. Montana becomes afraid but still tries to save Rey. There’s not much she can do, luckily security comes out and pulls Link away from Rey.

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ROB MARTINEZ: I just heard from Rick Garrett, that if Dio Muerte or Mark Kingston touches each other and it not being a sanctioned match between the two
men, they will be fired!

We switch to the cameras outside the Jamil temple in Columbia, South Carolina as a crowd of people has formed around Dio Muerte, shirt less and still banged
up from last week’s match, and Manny X, focused on Muerte. Referee Dale McDonald separates the two and Jenny Jersey walks into the center of the crowd,
looking into the camera.

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is a REBEL Street Fight! Therefore, the match will start outside
of the building, but to win you must pin your opponent inside the ring!

The small crowd chants for the match to begin as the competitors are already talking trash to one another.

JENNY JERSEY: First, from Hollywood, Florida and weighing in tonight at two hundred and twenty eight pounds… DIO MUERTE!

ROB MARTINEZ: The fans outside are definitely pumped up for this one. At least for once I get to stay away form such brutality.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent, from Los Angeles, California, and weighing in tonight at two hundred and thirty two pounds… MANNY X!

The crowd cheers for the fan favorite as Referee Dale McDonald is ready to start the fight. He quickly signals them to start as Dio rapidly makes the first
move, nailing Manny X across the face with a stiff forearm. He soon picks up Manny and drives him head first into the side of the Jamil Temple, almost
denting the hard plaster. Manny tries to recover, but Dio is more aggressive than usual and lays him out on the parking lot with a shuffle side kick. Dio
in a normal match be expected to make the cover, but he drags Manny X through the front door and into the front office, then he chucks him over a secretary’s
desk, sending some office supplies flying off the desk towards the wall.

ROB MARTINEZ: Damn, they’re even fighting in the offices!

Dio walks over the desk, but Manny surprises him with a pen to the forehead! Dio falls back on the desk, grabbing at his head. Manny walks past Dio, picking
up a small tree in a flowerpot and hurls it towards Dio, who manages to duck before it hits him. Dio charges and spears Manny and they both go barreling
through a wall!

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh my god, Dio just speared Manny X through a wall!

Were now in a hallway as Dio is first to get and is followed by Manny, who kicks Dio in the gut and then follows up with a beautiful lariat as they both
rolls down a few steps. Manny soon arises and tears a picture off the hallway wall and smashes it over Dio head, leaving it dangling around his neck!

ROB MARTINEZ: That was an original I’m being told.

Manny soon finds another weapon, a 50 gallon water jug, and goes to nail Dio with it, but Dio manages to grab Manny and pick him up to his shoulder…

DEATH VALLEY DRIVER!

…ON THE WATER JUG!

Dio covers as Referee Dale MacDonald tells him to get it in the ring.

Manny X soon ascends to his feet and attempts to get Dio in a headlock, but Dio lays into Manny with repeated shots to the chest, leaving an impression
of his fist. Dio picks Manny up in a vertical suplex and lays him out with a brain buster near the locker rooms. The two begins to brawl unceremoniously
into the locker rooms and a few dressing wrestlers are startled as they brawl. Dio, showing the same aggressiveness as earlier, head butts Manny a few
times, then finishes off with a kick to the nuts as Manny falls to the locker room floor. Dio notices a table covered in towels and swipes them off, leaving
only the familiar wood table were all used to. He lays Manny X across the table and sets two benches on top of each other and dives…

FROG SPLASH… THROUGH THE TABLE!

Dio can’t cover, but quickly goes back on offense by laying into Manny some more, then dragging him out the locker rooms and through a door leading to the
ring. But they don’t show up on the entrance ramp, instead they are amongst the small crowd left in their chairs, who quickly move. Dio goes to throw Manny
into the sea of chairs, but Manny manages to break free and send Dio to the floor with a European Uppercut. Manny brings Dio to his feet and drags him
by the mask to the barricades and heaves him over them, Dio crashing into the steps back-first!

ROB MARTINEZ: Manny is showing some ruthlessness! Aw man, now their coming near me!

Manny soon shouts at Rob to move as he pushes Dio up the stairs and pulls the table closer to the ring. He threads both of Dio’s arms between his legs and
signals for the end, but Dio fights out and kicks him in the shin and throws him over the ropes and into the ring. Referee Dale McDonald signals that cialis for sale a
pin can finally happen as the end draws closer.

Dio soon has Manny trapped in the corner with a forearm pushed against his neck, but Manny manages to slide free and lay into Dio with three large shoulder
blocks in the turnbuckle. Dio ducks and sends Manny into the ropes, he comes back and is met with a stiff clothesline that takes him to the mat! Manny
is now bleeding from the head as Dio lifts up the ring apron and pullout large ladder and slides it into the ring!

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh man! Dio has a weapon, someone please help us!

Muerte soon jacks Manny’s jaw in by using the ladder, and Manny falls back into the corner. Dio swiftly positions the ladder in the corner and dropkicks
it into Manny’s already bloody face. Dio Muerte seems in control as he picks up Manny X, but Manny quickly slams Dio down on the canvas with a Half Nelson
Suplex!

ROB MARTINEZ: Manny covers! But no, he couldn’t get it! Wait? What’s he doing now? He’s setting up the ladder and has Dio on his back! He looking towards
my announce table! Oh no, I better move!

Rob Martinez soon drops his headset and runs out of the way. Dio soon fights his way off Manny’s back and sets up on the other side of the ladder. Dio and
Manny are trading shots with one another, but Dio is the more aggressive, and soon begins to head butt once again. Manny teeters, but doesn’t fall off.
They both seem to be going for a bulldog off the ladder at the same time because they both jump off, and…

CRACK!

Both men crash through the table on the outside as the fans, now back in their seats, begin ”holy shit” chants and remain in awe as Rob Martinez picks up
his headset and sets his chair backup. Both men lie there, but Dio is the one who seems to have taken the lesser painful spot of the fall, because he is
first to move. Manny doesn’t move, but Dio is beginning to slowly rise and finally makes it to his feet. Manny barely begins to move as Dio Muerte shoves
Rob Martinez off his chair and takes it into the ring. We can now see Dio’s arm and part of his bare chest are bloody, as well as Manny crawling up the
steps. Dio sets up the chair in the center of the ring and pulls Manny off the mat, and sets him up for a Powerbomb.

ROB MARTINEZ: What I give to this business is unthinkable.

Dio lifts Manny up, but Manny manages to slip free and kick Dio in the gut. He then attempts to get Dio in position for his finisher, but Dio also slips
free and nails a kick to the gut.

Dio applies an Inverted Facelock…

He jumps once…

DEMORTALIZER!

ON THE STEEL CHAIR!

The crowd goes into a frenzy as Dio rolls Manny off the crushed chair and lays and arm over him. Referee Dale McDonald counts…

ONE!

No sign of movement from Manny X!

TWO!

The crowd is in an uproar!

THREE!

The bells sounds as Dio Muerte’s hand is raised by referee Dale McDonald.

JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner… DIO MUERTE!

Dio pulls away and slowly exits under the ropes and searches for something under the ring. He pulls out the Dio-lizer 5000! Soon he’s back in the ring as
Manny X has just sat up with help from officials. He doesn’t wait for Manny to rise to his feet and…

TH-WHACK!

Dio nails Manny in the arm with the Dio-lizer 500 as blood pours from the large cut. Dio shrugs off officials and begins going ape shit, bashing Manny’s
arm in with his patented weapon. Manny cries in agony as Manny continues, that is, until a mass amount of security run to the ring and pull Dio off Manny.
All the while being pulled out of the ring, Dio is kicking and acting wild at the security, who try their hardest to keep him at bay.

ROB MARTINEZ: This looks bad for Manny X. That arm looks so severely cut, and maybe fractured. I don’t think, even with the world’s best doctor or blood
made of steel, that you could compete for weeks, even months, after that. That damn Dio Muerte, damn him.

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ROB MARTINEZ: Another announcement by Rick Garrett states that for interest of “hardcore” he has entered Mark Kingston into the Supershow Tournament. One
last chance for Dio and Kingston to face off before they battle one last time… in the Scaffold match!

JENNY JERSEY: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is for the REBEL Pro Carolinas Championship!

The crowd cheers and “Fuel” by Metallica begins playing out the speaker system.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, the challenger, from Clinton, Maryland, he weighs in at two hundred and twenty-five pounds… “HIGH OCTANE” WILL ZALUKI!!!
Will Zaluki makes his way to the ring, sporting a Bluegrass Mafia T-shirt, accompanied by Daniel Dennis. Zaluki enters the ring and fires up the crowd before
tossing his shirt into the second row. Then “Bullet With A Name” by NonPoint hits the speakers…

JENNY JERSEY: And introducing next, from Richmond, Virginia, he weighs in at two hundred seventy-two pounds, and is the current reigning and defending Carolinas
Champion… MARK KINGSTON!!!

Mark Kingston struts confidentially to the ring, in his sunglasses and custom vest, with the Carolinas Championship belt draped over his shoulder. He points
a mocking finger at Zaluki as he walks around the ring to the far steps before wiping his boots on the apron and hopping up on to the turnbuckle to strike
a pose.

ROB MARTINEZ: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is for the REBEL Pro Carolinas Championship and it pits the young Will Zaluki and the powerhouse champion,
Mark Kingston. Its the age-old battle of speed versus power, does Zaluki have what it takes to dethrone the king?

The opening bell sounds and both circle the ring. Both men go for a collar and elbow tie south university pharmacy up, but Kingston overpowers Zaluki and shoves him back. Undeterred,
Zaluki goes for another collar and elbow tie-up, but again Kingston shoves him back, this time all the way to the turnbuckle. Zaluki charges back for another
collar and elbow, but instead lands a dropkick right to Kingston’s right knee, bringing down the champ. Zaluki quickly floats over and locks in a heel
hook, pressing his own knee on the back of Kingston’s. The champ uses his power to drag himself to the ropes for a ropebreak, before quickly scampering
back to his feet with an infuriated look. Kingston grabs Zaluki with a quick collar and elbow, into a side headlock. Kingston hits Zaluki with a side snapmare
takedown, before lifting him back to his feet and Irish whipping him off the ropes. Zaluki ducks the first clothesline from Kingston, rebounds and ducks
the second clothesline, rebounds again and drives a flying elbow into the head of Kingston. Kingston staggers back into the ropes and rebounds himself…
RICHMOND LARIAT!… ducked by Zaluki… step-up enziguri from Zaluki. The champ goes down and Zaluki goes for the cover.

One…

Two…

Emphatic kickout from Kingston who launches Zaluki off him.

ROB MARTINEZ: “High Octane” is giving the champ his money’s worth in the early goings of this match up. Kingston went for the early kill with the Richmond
Lariat, but Zaluki had it scouted and answered with a step-up enziguri.

Kingston climbs back to his feet as Zaluki hits the ropes. Kingston goes for the big boot, but Zaluki ducks, Zaluki rebounds off the ropes and goes for
a cross-body block… but is caught by Mark Kingston. Kingston smirks before delivering a vicious rib breaker. But wait, Kingston doesn’t release. He lifts
Zaluki up above his chest, another rib breaker! Kingston still doesn’t let go, and this time lifts Zaluki up over his head and crashes his body down across
the knee for a third rib breaker!

ROB MARTINEZ: Triple Rib Breaker from the champ, Kingston! Hello, internal hemorrhaging!

Kingston goes over the cover, raking his forearm over Zaluki face.

One…

Two…

Zaluki rolls the shoulder up. Kingston grabs Zaluki by his outstretched arm, pulls him back to his feet and slams him back down with a big hip toss. Zaluki
bounces back up, Kingston with the Irish whip… big spinebuster slams Zaluki into the mat! The cover…

One…

Two…

Another near fall as Zaluki manages to kick out. Kingston mounts Zaluki and begins reigning down hard right hands into the skull of the smaller man. Kingston
lifts Zaluki back up by the neck and hits him with a scoop slam and follows up with an elbow across the chest. Kingston then locks in the Kingston Clutch,
a double chickenwing camel clutch, and Zaluki grimaces in pain.

ROB MARTINEZ: A hard fought battle by Zaluki looks to be over now as Kingston has locked in the Kingston Clutch.

Kingston wrenches back on the hold, but Zaluki struggles and claws his way toward the ropes. He’s almost there… he reaches out… still just short…
Zaluki struggles under the weight of Kingston and reaches out again… Kingston releases the hold and stomps the back of Zaluki’s head into the mat instead
of letting him get the ropebreak. Kingston lifts Zaluki back to his feet, Zaluki looks glassy-eyed and out of it. Irish whip from Kingston, big boot…
ducked! Zaluki rebounds… legs scissors take over! Kingston rolls back to his feet, Zaluki hits the ropes again… another leg takeover… reversed into
the 100 Proof by Kingston! Zaluki’s face slams into the mat! Kingston goes for the cover…

One…

Two…

Thre… no! Kick out by Zaluki. Kingston does not look happy, as Zaluki manages to kick out. Kingston goes for another cover, this time hooking the leg.
One…

Two…

Kick out again from Zaluki.

ROB MARTINEZ: “High Octane” is showing a lot of guts here. He’s taken some of Kingston’s fiercest moves and he hasn’t given up yet.

Furious, Kingston locks in a reverse chinlock on Zaluki. The fans try to rally Zaluki to his feet. High Octane makes it back to a knee, but Kingston wrenches
him back down. Zaluki fights back to a knee again, but again Kingston powers him back down. Zaluki fights back up again and the crowd cheers as he drives
an elbow into the gut of Kingston. Then another. Zaluki is back on his feet, elbow… elbow… elbow… and he’s free! Zaluki hits the ropes. Big boot
from Kingston and Zaluki is back down. Cover…

One…

Two…

Three… no! No, he kicked out!

ROB MARTINEZ: He kicked out! He kicked out! Two and nine-tenths, two and ninety-nine-hundredths! Somehow Zaluki kicked out.

“That’s it!” Kingston screams signalling for the Richmond Lariat. Kingston drags Zaluki back to his feet and whips him off the ropes. Here comes the lariat…
ducked! Zaluki hits the ropes, “PICTURE PERFECT” DROPKICK!! Zaluki takes the champ down! Kingston struggles back to a knee… SHINING WIZARD! Both men
are down!

ROB MARTINEZ: Will Zaluki ducks the Richmond Lariat and strikes back with the “Picture Perfect” Dropkick and a shining wizard. Both men are down, who’s
going to make it back up first and get on the offensive?

Both men begin to stir.

Zaluki crawls to the ropes and begins hoisting himself back up.

Kingston is back to a knee.

Both men are up.

The crowd cheers as Kingston and Zaluki turn to face each other. Forearm shot by Kingston… but Zaluki answers back with one of his own. They trade blows
back and forth, and Zaluki gains the upperhand staggering the champ back! Zaluki delivers a kick to the gut Kingston, Zaluki calls for the Crash Landing!!
Zaluki lifts.. blocked by Kingston. Zaluki lifts again… blocked by Kingston again. Zaluki’s got him up! No, Kingston fights back down and shoves Zaluki
off by the hips. Zaluki hits the ropes and rebounds back… RICHMOND LARIAT!! RICHMOND LARIAT!! Out of nowhere Kingston hits the Richmond Lariat and Zaluki’s
lucky his head is still attached to his shoulders!

ROB MARTINEZ: Will Zaluki went for The Crash Landing, was able to get Kingston off his feet, but Kingston fought his way back out of the hold, shoved High
Octane off and hit the Richmond Lariat out of nowhere. Zaluki didn’t even see it coming! Kingston may have killed him!

Kingston slowly crawls over… draping his body over the chest of Zaluki for the cover. It’s just formality as Zaluki has got to be out cold.

One…

Two…

Thre… HIS FOOT’S ON THE BOTTOM ROPE!! The crowd goes nuts as referee Dale McDonald stops the count and points to Zaluki’s foot barely teetering on the
bottom rope. Kingston can’t believe it and neither can anyone else in the Jamil Temple.

ROB MARTINEZ: I don’t know how in the hell he did it, but Zaluki managed to get a foot on the bottom rope! This kid’s got a lot of guts.

Kingston staggers back to his feet and lifts Zaluki back to his feet. Kingston goes for an Irish whip but Zaluki… but holds onto the arm of Zaluki and
pulls him back… ANOTHER RICHMOND LARIAT!

ROB MARTINEZ: OH MY GOD! Not another, not another!

Kingston collapses on top of Zaluki…

One…

Two…

Three!

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of the match AND STILL CAROLINA’S CHAMPION… MARK KINGSTON!

ROB MARTINEZ: Mark Kingston retains his Carolinas Championship and damn near killed Will Zaluki in the process. Give “High Octane” all the credit in the
world. The kid is a fighter, but he should’ve just take the loss with the first lariat and lived to fight another day. Kingston will be lucky if he isn’t
charged with attempted homicide after that second lariat.

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ROB MARTINEZ: Rick Garrett is busy tonight, and it seems that Manny X will be on the shelf for the Supershow, and El Rey de Corizones is taking his place.
That’s going to be one contrasting match… Tommy Deathrow versus El Rey?

“Gimme Back My Bullets” by Lynyrd Skynyrd begins playing throughout the Jamil Temple here in Columbia as the fans give a mildly warm reception for the REBEL
pro newcomers. Obviously news of last week’s triumph hasn’t traveled that far.

JENNY JERSEY: The following match is under… CENSORSHIP RULES! Making their way to the ring, weighing in at a combined weight of four-hundred and ten pounds,
Robert and Ryan – THE REBEL BROTHERS!

And with that, The Rebel Brothers begin to strut down the aisle, slapping hands with the fans on the way. They slide into the ring as their music starts
to die down.

JENNY JERSEY: And their opponents. At a combined weight of five-hundred and sixteen pounds, “The American Nightmare” Matthew Kurtis and “The BlueGrass Heart-Throb”
Jonothan Kurtis … THE BLUEGRASS MAFIA VERSION 2!

And there’s a decidedly mixed reaction as the Kurtis brothers, accompanied by Mandy, make their way down the aisle. There are looks of determination on
the faces of both men. They climb into the ring as all four men are ready to go…

Wait one cotton-pickin’ minute! “Censored Truth” is pumping on the stereo as the three members of Censorship Against Bad Stuff, Ace Adams, Steven Wylde
and Rosie Cheeks slowly begin to walk down the aisle.

ROB MARTINEZ: CABS? What the hell, they aren’t even supposed to be here tonight!

And as the three of them settle into position at the bottom of the aisle, the BGM v2.0 get the upper hand with a sneak attack from behind. The official
calls for the bell and this match is underway. Matthew Kurtis hammering away with some hard rights to Robert Rebel as Jonothan connects with a superkick
of sorts, sending Ryan through the ropes to the outside. Jimmy Johnson takes the opportunity to send J. Kurtis to the corner though, so it’s going to be
Matthew and Robert to start this match off. And the big man drags the younger of the two Rebels out of the corner with a handful of mohawk. A quick Irish
whip and a spinning side slam drives Robert back-first onto the canvas. Quick cover.

ONE!

TW-KICK OUT!

ROB MARTINEZ: Not quite. The Rebel Brothers aren’t going down without a fight.

They are going down under the force of a harsh looking clothesline as Matt makes the tag out to his younger brother. Jonothan climbs up to the top rope,
Matt Kurtis hits a backbreaker – LEG DROP! Jon using his high flying nature to drive Robert Rebel down into the mat below, but he’s not going for the cover.
Rob is dragged back up to his feet before being whipped against the rope – REVERSAL! Jon Kurtis goes against the ropes … BIG BOOT! Rob Rebel dropped
his head far too early.

ROB MARTINEZ: A rookie mistake there by the young Rebel brother.

He’s reeling back as Jon runs against the ropes for momentum. His arm extended for the lariat – ducked! And countered. With a half-nelson backbreaker! It
doesn’t take long for both men to be back on their feet as Robert Rebel lands a right hand to the skull of his opponent. Kurtis hits one right back…
ROB MARTINEZ: Well if there’s a Kurtis brother to get into a slugfest with, it’s definitely Jonothan! Nobody in their right mind wants to go toe-to-toe
with Matt!

The two men are going back and forth, trading shots as the Rebel brother appears to have the upper hand. One punch. Two punch. Three punch. Four. And Jon
drops like a sack of spuds. Sure, he pops right back up, but only to be taken down by an arm drag. He goes to get up again but only makes it to his knees
– SHINING WIZARD! Hook of the leg…

ONE!

TWO!

TH–NO! KICK OUT!

But Robert makes the tag out to his older brother, Ryan as the Rebels are both in the ring. Jon stands up once more DOUBLE STO! The Rebel Bros drilled him
with that, and it looks like the rookies can work as a cohesive unit as Ryan goes for the pin.

ONE!

TW–SAVED!

Matt Kurtis makes the save with a stiff boot to the back of the head! Even the members of CABS are disgusted as Ace jumps up onto the apron.

ROB MARTINEZ: Lets remember, this one is being contested under ‘Censorship Rules’, so Matt Kurtis needs to be careful about how long he’s in the ring for.
And he is. In fact he hurries towards the ropes as the members of CABS scamper back a few feet up the aisle as Matt points to them, mouthing the words “watch
it” … That or “fuck off” it’s difficult to make out from here. DOUBLE SHOULDER TACKLE! Out of nowhere, The Rebel Brothers just caught M.Kurtis from behind
with a swift double team move, and it’s enough to send the big man tumbling out of the ring. Jimmy Johnson orders Ryan out of the ring, only to be reminded
that Ryan is actually the legal man. Robert Rebel exits the ring as Ryan turns his attention to the legal Kurtis brother – SPRINGBOARD BACK ELBOW! Jon
Kurtis starting his come back with an entertaining effort as both men regain their vertical bases. Hurricanrana by Kurtis. Headscissor takedown. Irish
whip and a running lariat to boot, and Jon Kurtis is on fire here! He makes the tag out to Matt, who rushes the ring with a Yakuza kick!

ROB MARTINEZ: Damn!

Damn indeed. The big boot damn near took Ryan’s head off. But Kurtis isn’t going for the cover. He yanks Ryan back up and body slams him down. And a few
stomps for good measure. Robert Rebel looks like he wants in, but ‘The Angry American’ wants to exact a bit of revenge first. He’s dragging the older of
the two Rebel Brothers towards the corner, placing him against the bottom turnbuckle as he begins the face washing. The sole of Matt Kurtis’ boot just
repeatedly being mashed against the face until Jimmy Johnson calls for the break. And he gets it, albeit reluctantly.

ROB MARTINEZ: Matt Kurtis needs to keep his temper in check, or else he could get disqualified. I think ‘Censorship Rules’ may have saved Ryan Rebel’s face.
Kurtis lifts Ryan out of the corner, throwing him towards his own corner as Robert is holding his arm out, pleading for the tag. “Make the tag!” shouts
Matt Kurtis. Ryan Rebel gets back to his knees, and then to his feet as he shakes his head towards his brother.

ROB MARTINEZ: Ryan Rebel isn’t backing down!? He’s at a disadvantage of about one hundred pounds and a good eleven inches in height – but he’s got spunk!
Matt Kurtis smiles what can only be described as a devilish smile as Ryan makes his way over. Collar and elbow tie-up, and Matt easily gains the advantage
as he pushes Rebel away and against the ropes – BASEMENT DROPKICK! Straight to that braced left knee of Matthew Kurtis, and the big man falls to one knee.
Ryan is on his feet as he rushes against the ropes – YAKUZA KICK! One of his own! Matt Kurtis gets straight back to his feet though, but it doesn’t matter
as Robert Rebel has become the legal man! He’s ascended to the top rope – MISSILE DROPKICK! The big man stumbles back without falling, so Robert Rebel
runs against the ropes. Kurtis goes for a lariat, but it’s countered with a crucifix – NO! Countered by a Samoan drop! And Matt Kurtis might have saved
his bacon with his strength there, as he makes a hasty tag out to his partner. Double powerbomb on Robert Rebel! Pin attempt by Jon!

ONE!

TWO!

THREEEENO!

SAVED!

ROB MARTINEZ: What the hell? Steven Wylde just put Rob’s foot on the bottom rope! Jimmy Johnson gives the CABS members a suspicious look, but they’re pleading
their innocence. What hypocrisy!

Meanwhile, Ryan has been dragged back up and whipped across the ring – and gets lowballed! Mandy, on the outside, pulled the top rope down as Robert Rebel
tumbles to the outside. Mandy shrieks in excitement as Matt Kurtis ‘requests’ she puts the boots to the fallen Rebel Brother – NO! Rosie Cheeks grabs a
handful of Mandy’s hair and she’s dragging the Bluegrass Mafia valet away – SLAP! Mandy’s fighting back. SLAP! So’s Rosie!

ROB MARTINEZ: Ladies and gentlemen, we have a catfight!

Matthew Kurtis bails to the outside to try and break up the brawl as Robert Rebel slides back into the ring. Jon Kurtis is set to try and finish this, but
first he has to put his opponent down. He places Rob’s head between his legs, setting him up for the piledriver. No! Rebel grabs a hold of the hand as
he shimmies his way out and to his feet. He, unsteadily, attempts a lariat, which is ducked by Jon Kurtis. Rebel spins around, and this time he ducks a
lariat attempt! Neckbreaker counter! DIXIE DROP! Out of nothing! Jon Kurtis just turned right into it, and he got plowed! Hook of the leg!

ONE!

TWO!

THREENOOOO!

Steven Wylde and Ace Adams have stormed the ring and are putting the boots to Robert Rebel!

DING DING DING!

ROB MARTINEZ: That’s a disqualification! The Rebel Brothers have come out victorious, but they’re not looking like winners right now. They screwed both
teams out of a clean win in this match. What the hell is up with that?

Ryan Rebel has regained some composure as he enters the ring to help out his brother, but after a hard fought fifteen minute contest he’s overcome by the
two fresh men. CENSORPLEX! Wylde nailed it and Ryan Rebel is down. Robert Rebel is down. Jon Kurtis is up – FULLY CENSORED! Ace Adams takes him down! And
CABS are putting the boots to all three of them with this sneak attack! Jimmy Johnson has called down some help from the back, but they’re not going to
need it. Matt Kurtis has broken up the cat fight on the outside, leaving Mandy and Rosie Cheeks in the capable hands of security, allowing the big man
to storm the ring – and CABS hurriedly exit!

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Smooth! The buzzing crowd immediately rises in volume as Rob Thomas & Santana cut a jam through the PA. Only one man would have the balls to use a song
like that for this theme music, and that man is the cocky, grinning, sunglasses and “Rat Pack = Better Than You” t-shirt.

ROB MARTINEZ: And the South Carolina fans giving one of NAPW’s brightest starts a great ovation here! Now Chris Casino is not really a friend to either
Stylin’ Kyle Roberts — and he certainly isn’t going to be a fan of a CRIMES member like Murcielago!

Casino gets into the ring and does the Shawn Michaels lounge on the top turnbuckle…

“I SAID HALLELUJAH!”

The boo-birds come out in force as a hate-filled man storms through the curtain in a striped referee shirt and his wrestling tights. This man looks out
at the REBEL crowd and sniffs, disgusted by the REBEL fans. Astros steps through the ropes and gives Chris Casino the stink-eye, the latter’s grin stretching
wider across his face.

ROB MARTINEZ: No love lost here…

WU-TANG BRING IT LIKE THE KUNG-FU! There’s a ruckus to be brung, and this man is the one to brung…it. Enzo steps out first shouting at the crowd and hyping
his boy up, and here comes Murcielago. Enzo adjusts his fedora and tells the crowd to bow before greatness, dammit. The big man steps over the top rope
and makes the “Belt” motion around his waist. Crowd isn’t exactly thrilled.

ROB MARTINEZ: Like him or hate him, many people feel that Murcielago is heir apparent to the World Heavyweight title. He has that opportunity tonight! However,
conspicuous by his absence is Murcielago’s mentor as of late, REBEL’s first champion Rex Caliber…

“I AM THE MAN!”

And finally the crowd gets who they’ve waited for all night long. Stylin’ Kyle Roberts comes through the curtain, gold gleaming around his waist, and poses
for the fans, all ready to go… and wearing an old NAPW “Stylin’ Kyle Roberts: The Man With Blood On His Hands” t-shirt. Kyle looks a bit beat up, cuts
that haven’t fully healed from getting smashed by light tubes last week, but that doesn’t keep his confidence (or arrogance) down.

ROB MARTINEZ: This is a powder-keg if I’ve ever seen one. You have the three men with probably the biggest egos cialis 40 mg pills in either NAPW or REBEL in the same ring.
Throw in Murcielago who is getting up there with the “best,” and well, I’m shocked the universe doesn’t implode right now. This is going to be very innnnnteresting.
Indeed it is. You’ve got Murcielago standing, intimidating, in one corner – Enzo talking the trash towards Kyle. Donovan Astros is in another corner looking
spiteful, but his eyes are very. Very. Clear. Chris Casino is amusing himself by yammering at front row fans, who seem to take his insults in good nature…
well, they might not if they realized he was probably telling ‘em how he REALLY feels. And Kyle Roberts smirks, patting the belt. Jenny Jersey is in the
middle of all this, bless her heart. She’s such a little trooper!

JENNY JERSEY: REBEL fans, are you ready for the main event of the evening?

Hell yeah! RAAAAAAAAAA!

JENNY JERSEY: The following match is for one fall and is for the REBEL World Heavyweight Title! Introducing the special outside enforcer… from Las Vegas
Nevada, Chris Casinnnooooo!

The referee in charge at the bell, the special guest referee, from Los Angels California… Donvannnnn Astrooooos!

Astros makes a point of flashing his stripes around. Hey Casino! You’re not the REFEREE! Casino is unfazed, but Astros does have a point.

JENNY JERSEY: Now, buy viagra paypal the wrestlers! Introducing first to my right! Accompanied by Enzo, he is fighting out of Manhattan New York City. At six-feet seven and
two-hundred ninety pounds… the #1 Contender to the title, representing The Crimes, MURCIELAGOOOOOOOO!

Murcielago pounds his chest, pointing towards Kyle, the crowd giving him a round of boos.

JENNY JERSEY: And now! Fighting out of Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan… at six-foot-three, two hundred and fifty-seven pounds… representing The Commonwealth,
he is the REBEL World Heavyweight Champion…. STYLINNNNNNNNN’ KYLE ROBERRRRRRRRTS!

ROB MARTINEZ: Speaking of the Commonwealth, neither of the Celtic Assassins have accompanied the champion to ringside. You have to believe if any Crimes-style
trickery starts up they will make an appearance, but right now it’s only two men… and a guest referee that blames our champion for costing him HIS title!
Roberts gives Astros a bit of a hard time as far as checking him for foreign objects goes. Astros demands Kyle relinquish the title belt. Kyle stalls, taking
the belt off and then making sure to check out his reflection in the belt just to egg both Astros and Murcielago on. Finally he gives the belt away, Astros
nearly snatching it out of his hands. Murcielago gets a long look, and then Astros holds the belt up for all to see.

DING DING DING

There’s the bell! And HERE WE GO. Roberts and Murcielago eye-to-eye, nose-to-nose in the center of the ring, Roberts doing what he does best: talking trash
like a giant dickhead. Which, really, he is. Murcielago spouts back, the tension building until finally THEY GO AT IT! HOLY HELL!

ROB MARTINEZ: So much bad blood between these two men over the past few months, between Kyle Roberts and The Crimes! These are REBEL rules, no dq no count-out,
but even in a different environment I think referee Donovan Astros would be content to let these two tear into each other. He himself is not a Crimes fan,
and we already know he’s not a Stylin’ Kyle fan. Astros blames Roberts for the loss of his NAPW World Title!

In his twisted mind. Right now though, Murcielago is overwhelming Kyle Roberts. Stylin’ Kyle Roberts can’t out-brawl the big NYC native, and Murcielago
is throwing big hands in the corner. He tries to whip the man out, Kyle won’t go, holding onto the top rope. Murc slugs him, another whip, Kyle won’t go.
Burst of energy! Kyle whips Murcielago around and

WHOOOOOOO!

What a chop right to the chest! Kyle unloads again~! WHOOOOO! But wait, wait, he’s not satisfied with that… time to rip Murcielago’s baggy shirt off!
And then it’s a chop on BARE SKIN! SMACK! WHOOOOOOO! Roberts holding his arms out to say “how you like me know?” and grabbing Murcielago. Whip! Murcielago
puts on the brakes, reverse, short-arm clothesline, ducked by Kyle Roberts, behind for a German Suplex, Murcielago blocks, he won’t go over, standing switch,
German Suplex, no, Kyle throws his momentum forward and headlocks Murcielago down. Wrestling, in a REBEL main event?

Kyle cinches on the headlock with a grin. Casino has grabbed a chair on the outside and has his feet up on the ring apron, eating popcorn he swiped from
a fan. Murcielago powers his way up, back suplex, Kyle flips out and lands on his feet. Murcielago turns and toe-kicks Kyle, face-lock going for the DROP-TOP
— Kyle fights out! He takes Murcielago’s legs down and… tries for the BEAR-TAMER! The 6’7″ Murcielago uses his leg strength to shove Kyle off. Roberts
comes in, Murcielago takes control with a big shot. Kyle shot off into the ropes, back body drop, Kyle leapfrogs, Murcielago turns around and takes a beautiful
Stylin’ Kyle dropkick right in the face.

“I’m going to hit a dropkick to the face… AGAIN.” Kyle picks Murcielago up, stands him tall… and then does exactly what he just said he would do. DROPKICK
TO THE FACE. AGAIN. Murcielago goes down, and Roberts is quick to hit the ropes LIONSAULT! LIONSAULT! NAILED IT! THIS COULD BE OVER ALREADY! Roberts with
the cover!

Crowd holds their breath.

Donovan Astros gets down to count. ONE. TWO. Big kick-out by Murcielago.

ROB MARTINEZ: Well it was not a slow count, but I don’t trust this Donovan Astros as far as I can throw him. Which is not far, believe me.

Thwack. A bag of popcorn bounces off of Astros’ head. He turns around with a snarl, only to see Chris Casino on the outside, hands behind his back, whistling
a happy tune. WHO THREW THAT? WHOOOOO? Meanwhile, in the ring, Kyle sends Murcielago to the ropes, hits the ropes himself and connects with a flying body-press.
Big elbow drop on Murcielago, and then… well, no pin, Kyle making sure to tell Astros “One, two, three! You count to three, Scooby!” There’s a cover,
Astros hits one, Murcielago kicks out with authority. Suddenly Chris Casino is on the ring apron yelling at Astros. “Hey dumbass, that was three!” “It
was one, Casino, get the hell down!” “IT was three!” “One!” “Three!” “One!” “One!” “Three!” “Ring the bell, it was three!”

Oh dear. That color of red can’t signal good things for Donovan’s blood pressure. Casino gets off the apron WHAM

In all the arguing, Murcielago decided it was time the focus get put on the match — and on him. Killing Stylin’ Kyle Roberts dead. A huge running big
boot just levels Kyle, but Murcielago isn’t happy with that. He roughly pulls Kyle up and short clotheslines the man damn near out of his boots. He covers
and Astros hits one, two, Kyle kicks out. Casino yells “Fast count!” “It’s called a second, Casino. I know your wife is familar with that.” Oooh. That
was low, and it’s Casino’s turn to fume.

Murcielago stands over a kneeling Kyle… brutal cross-face shots across the face. He could break Kyle’s nose! Murcielago almost daring Astros to put a
stop to it, but it’s REBEL rules… and Astros could care less about Roberts’ having his visage ruined. Wham. Wham. A trickle of blood beings to run from
Kyle’s nose, and Murcielago picks the man up. Forearm shots to the bridge of the nose, and then he whips Kyle off the ropes WHAM. Murcielago CHARGING in
with a brutal forearm that knocks Kyle all the way to the outside of the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: There’s no count-outs in REBEL! And you know Murcielago will use everything at ringside to beat people…

Murcielago goes outside the ring where Kyle, looking dazed, is picking himself up. Suddenly Enzo is behind Kyle Roberts! He’s got the champs arms pinned
and Murcielago is free to take any shot he wants. He measures Kyle… POW. Murcielago again driving his forearm across the bridge of Kyle’s nose, it’s
definitely damn well broken now. Kyle leans back against the guardrail MURCIELAGO CHARGES! Kyle ducks! The challenger into the third row with a head of
steam! The bleeding Kyle sways on his feet, but taps his head to remind EVERYBODY…

“SMARTER THAN YOU.”

Roberts rolls into the ring, putting his hand to his nose and for the first time assessing the damage to his perfectly shaped schnozz. Will the ladies like
a busted nose? Well, it works for Owen Wilson…

Kyle looks up.

Staring. Staring at his hands.

Hands covered in his own blood.

And his expression darkens.

Murcielago is getting back into the ring, his anger barely contained. He’s got tons left and he’s coming for Kyle. Big shot stuns the champion! Another
one. Murcielago sends Kyle to the ropes, big boot, Kyle ducks! Dropkick to the back of the knee puts Murcielago down… and Kyle is immediately all over
Murcielago! RIGHTRIGHTRIGHTRIGHT! POUNDING! Holy shit, Kyle has gone billy-berzerk! He’s indiscriminately throwing fists into Murcielago’s face SHIT! He’s
BITING the man on the forehead! Referee Astros sits back and watches… Kyle gets up, yelling and the crowd responds. Roberts backs off, waiting. “Come
on! COME ON!” Murcielago gets up, stunned by Roberts’ sudden intensity — STYLESKICK! NAILS MURCIELAGO RIGHT ON THE BUTTON! Roberts covers! Astros shrugs
and hits the canvas for ONE! TWO! Murcielago kicks out! Roberts narrows his eyes at Astros but grabs Murcielago again. He lifts the big onto his shoulders,
what a feat of strength! MOOSE JAW DRIVER — Murcielago gets out! Roberts whirls around and eats a toe-kick, Murcielago lifts him up RUNNING POWERBOMB
BOTH MEN OVER THE TOP ROPE! HOLY SHIT!

The crowd as one rose to their feet and are chanting Holy Shit, Holy Shit, both men went over to the floor the hard way, nothing but space until the concrete!
And Kyle looks in the worst way, Murcielago – albeit slowly – the first to pick himself up. Casino hovers around the scene, Murcielago picks Roberts up…
what the hell? NO! GERMAN SUPLEX ON THE FLOOR! Four hundred fans wince as the back of Roberts’ head thuds sickly on the floor. Murcielago looks out, raising
his arms in triumph as the fans boo him in horror. Enzo rolls Roberts back in and Murcielago hooks a leg. Astros with a cover one! Two! Shoulder up! And
now Casino is on the apron “Hey watch the fast-count, Astroglide!” Astros gives his own grin to Casino, full of hate. Murcielago picks the champion up
and sends him to the ropes. Avalanche! Roberts put on the top rope.

ROB MARTINEZ: This doesn’t look good for the champion… Murcielago has him up top! What’s he going to do here? Oh no — DDT! Stylin’ Kyle Roberts driven
into the canvas with that SICK DDT, feet hanging from the top rope! That could be all!

ONE! TWO! TH—Astros definitely counting a mite fast, but Roberts just barely able to get a shoulder up. Murcielago shouts out “Damn.” Casino again yells
at Astros, but the referee in charge blows the enforcer off. Roberts is on his feet…

ROB MARTINEZ: I don’t think Roberts knows where he is… the referee might want to think about stopping this match! Roberts already has a busted nose, but
he looks like he might have a concussion! Dammit! Donovan Astros would never stop this match for the well-being of Kyle Roberts, he loves every minute
Roberts gets hurt!

That might be very true. The challenger senses victory. He yells to Enzo, who pulls a table out from under the ring! Enzo comes in and helps set up the
table, Murcielago pounding Kyle here and there. Finally he has his man… Kyle starts fighting back! Roberts mounting a comeback here CUT OFF by a big
knee-lift from Murcielago! He picks his man up…

DROP TOP

THROUGH THE TABLE!

Murcielago covers! Astros with the countonetwothre—

Chris Casino yanks Astros out of the ring! “What the hell are you doing?” “I told you, no fast count bullshit! YOU CALL THE GOD DAMN MATCH!” “I’m the referee
in charge, I’ll count how fast I want!” Astros turns to get back into the ring, Casino grabs him by the shoulder WHAM. Astros coldcocks Chris Casino! Casino
stumbles backwards, and Astros quickly grabs a STEEL CHAIR! CLANG! Holy shit! Casino just got wiped out by a steel chair! Astros rolls back into the ring
and screams “FINISH HIM OFF! FINISH HIM OFF NOW!” Murcielago gives Astros attitude, nobody tells Murcielago what to do!

At the same time, the champion is a half-conscious wreck.

Murcielago pulls Kyle up, DEFCON-1— ROBERTS PUSHES HIM OFF! STYLESKICK! STYLESKICK! STYLESKICK! Murcielago goes down! Roberts himself, stands, sways,
falls down… and lands with an arm across Murcielago!

Astros hesitates… but then counts. Properly.

ONE

TWO

KICK-OUT

Murcielago gets out of that one, but the champion catches his man with a Polar-Izer out of nowhere! Kyle gets up, “YEAHHHH BABY!” He grabs the legs and
turns Murcielago over! BEAR-TAMER! LOCKED IN ON THE BIG MAN! Will Murcielago tap out? WILL HE?

He’s reaching for the ropes! Six-seven, he’s got the reach… Kyle cinches in and pulls him to the center of the ring! How long can Murcielago hold out?!
How long? Astros is watching Murcielago CASINO! CHRIS CASINO JUST TACKLED DONOVAN ASTROS! POUND POUND POUND! A bloody Casino is attacking the referee!
It’s all breaking loose! AND MURCIELAGO TAPS!

But…

There’s no referee to recognize it.

Roberts knows what this is like. He tapped out Rex Caliber time and again and never when a referee could witness it over the past months. He drops the hold
and hauls Chris Casino off of Astros. “What the hell are you doing? I have this match WON, you stupid bastard!” “Get out of my face, Roberts!” Astros has
rolled out of the ring in the distraction. Casino and Roberts in a heated argument —

DEFCON-1

DEFCON-1

DEFCON-1!!!

MURCIELAGO TAKES ROBERTS DOWN! HE COVERS! Casino grimaces, looking for Astros, who is below the ring height. THat means Casino’s in charge! He counts

ONE

TWO

THREE

Roberts with a foot on the ropes at the last split second! Murcielago is up, he thinks he’s won the damn match, but Casino saw the foot on the ropes even
as he hit three! It’s not over! Murcielago is cold. “What the Fuck, man?” “He had his foot on the rope you big dumb retard—*”

DEFCON-1 ON CHRIS CASINO!

Murcielago is pissed off, he tells Enzo to get into the ring… and bring a chair! Enzo holds Stylin’ Kyle Roberts up and Murcielago swings for the fences
ROBERTS DUCKS! ENZO GETS IT RIGHT IN THE FACE! The crowd goes crazy as Roberts hits a low blow on Murcielago, just like last time, EMERALD FUSIONnnnnnnnOOO!
LOW BLOW FROM DONOVAN ASTROS! Roberts goes down, and Astros hooks the arms. Oh no! NOT ASTROCIDE!

ASTROCIDE!

Murcielago hooks the leg!

ONE!

TWO!

NOT LIKE THIS

THREEEEEEEE—

NO! NO! NO!

AL THOES PULLS ASTROS OUT OF THE RING!

Astros screams “I’m the referee! YOU DON’T PUT YOUR HANDS ON ME!” But Al Thoes has seen enough… and Bobby O’Brady is in the ring! He dumps Murcielago
to the outside! The Celtic Assassins have Donovan Astros cornered! He goes for the eyes, but there’s TWO Celts on either side and…

CELTIC CRUSHER! Astros is OUT!

Murcielago storms the ring with his steel chair and blasts the Celts in the back of the head! They tumble to the outside. “Enough of this shit!” Murcielago
goes to grab Kyle and put him away for good…

Where the hell is he?

WAIT A MINUTE!

ROBERTS IS BEHIND MURCIELAGO…

With his favorite weapon in his hands.

DING!

Roberts FLIES at Murcielago and smashes the ring bell right into the challenger’s face! COVER! Chris Casino slowly gets into position… Casino makes the
count! ONE! TWO! THREE—

MURCIELAGO KICKS OUT! HE KICKS OUT!

Roberts gets up, looking at his blood-stained hands, unbelieving. Murcielago kicked out. Kicked out of the ring-bell. Roberts stares at his hands… and
then looks up. A sinister grin on his face.

He pulls Murcielago up, and it’s Emerald Fusion time! Can he do it to the big man… Murcielago isn’t letting it happen! Somehow he has strength… fires
a shot at Kyle! DROP TOP — Roberts counters with a Bear-Tamer attempt! Murcielago won’t turn over, Roberts changes plans and catapults his man into the
corner! Murcielago stumbles out! Stylin’ Kyle Roberts finally gets him up! IN POSITION, Kyle yells “DIE ALREADY!”

And drives Murcielago head-first into the canvas. Emerald Fusion. Chris Casino counts!

ONE! TWO! THREEEEE!

JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner, and STILL REBEL World Heavyweight Champion… Stylin’ Kyle Roberrrrrrts!

ROB MARTINEZ: Kyle Roberts is still the champion, that was one hell of a match! This is going to be controversial for years, folks, but the champion coming
in… is the champion going out here tonight in Columbia.

Roberts has his belt, exhausted in a corner. Casino is up. Do they shake hands? Nah. Casino just throws a half-grin at Roberts and a cheesy thumbs up. Casino
goes to exit the ring… on the outside he meets Donovan Astros, clapping mockingly. Roberts points to his belt for the fans, and lets Murcielago know
who the champion is. The Celtic Assassins get in the ring to give their leader props.

Donovan Astros looks up, enraged. He believes Stylin’ Kyle Roberts cost HIM the NAPW World Title as guest referee. Here tonight, Kyle Roberts has retained…
thanks to Chris Casino as the outside enforcer.

The former NAPW Champion decides to fight another day, holding his head after that destructive Celtic Crusher. Roberts throws some catcalls Astros’ way,
but Donovan only smiles and turns his back on the scene in the ring. Murcielago rolls out… he and Enzo struggle up the aisle, supporting each other.
Murcielago’s quest to bring the REBEL title back to The Crimes has been unsuccessful. Stylin’ Kyle Roberts is the REBEL champion, but his issues with Donovan
Astros are far from over. Amongst all the questions… who will be the next challenger? Who will be the one to knock Stylin’ Kyle Roberts off the top of
the mountain?

That’s a question to be answered another day.

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Or maybe not. Kyle Roberts exits through the curtains. The fans begin to leave, but then have a reason to stay. The arena lights go out as the pulsing
introduction to Combichrist’s “Enjoy the Abuse” pounds across the PA system. Blue spotlights pan through the crowd then all focused upon the ring, which
explodes with blue geysers of pyrotechnics. This man brought his own fireworks, which might be outlawed by the building! As the house lights return to
normal Orochi is seen standing in the center of the ring, holding a microphone. He reaches back and pulls the black mask from his head, revealing the features
of Jonathon Wehali. He flashes a charismatic smile to the fans.

JONATHON WEHALI: Hello, REBEL! I had to wait until the show was over to make sure who my victim will be. I know one thing, it’s good to be back!

He chuckles at the crowd’s reaction, which is mostly negative.

JONATHON WEHALI: What? Still upset about how I ripped into my opponents for that REBEL Royale in September? See, that’s part of why I’m glad to be back.
Despite the overwhelming number of rejects and misfits, parodies and outright losers, you fans stay loyal to REBEL.

Jonathon holds up his hand, asking for the fans to quiet down as they boo.

JONATHON WEHALI: There viagra cost per pill is hope, however. There IS some great talent here. People like El Rey de Corizones. People like Chad Kurtis who impressed me by fighting
his way to the end of the battle royale. Obviously he didn’t win, I did, but he still impressed me.

What impressed me most was how aerodynamic he was. He really flew when I threw him.

He smirks and waits for the crowd to die down once more.

JONATHON WEHALI:: That was a joke, people. Learn to lighten up a bit. The fact of the matter is that most of those men treated the match as if professional
wrestling is nothing more than a weekend job to them. This industry is my passion. This business is my LIFE. And I will not abide anyone acting like a
slacker and not pulling his weight. You have a job to do, part of it is in this ring but part of it is in front of the cameras before you even step foot
into the ring. THAT is why I ripped into them. THAT is why I tore them apart so badly that some couldn’t even show their faces because of how badly I shamed
them. I will accept nothing less than the best effort possible. You fans deserve nothing less.

Jon pauses as he allows his words to sink into the heads of the audience. There is a general murmur, some negative but not nearly as many as before.

JONATHON WEHALI: Because of that, because of my insistence on perfection, I now have a match against the very best your company has to offer. I have a fight
against Kyle Roberts next month for the REBEL World Championship.

Or should I say a WRESTLING match?

Roberts you’ve stated often enough why you left NAPW. You were tired of the weapons, ambushes, and general BS you had to face. Now, I’m not going to run
down NAPW, but I am going to say that you are in for a very different kind of match when you face me. I don’t use weapons. The only weapon I need is my
own body, as I’ve already proved. You won’t have to worry about ambushes. I prefer to do all my fighting right here in the ring where it belongs. As for
BS? The Hell with that. The reason I have a reputation for shredding people to pieces is because I use the truth. If you make a mistake I will capitalize
on it. If you have a weakness I will find it and exploit it. And if you should ever lie or contradict yourself, God help you because I will not.

And if you think my words can be harsh just wait until you face me in the ring and find out just why I’m on a winning streak unlike any other.

He grins in self-satisfaction. Some would say he is cocky, but it’s not cockiness when it’s the simple truth.

JONATHON WEHALI: Before you think I’m going to disrespect you like all the others you’ve faced, think again. You represented NAPW in the Assassination Tango.
You’re representing REBEL in the Dupree Cup. You’re the REBEL World Champion. Your hard work and dedication gains my respect. Don’t ever think for a moment
that I’m going to go easy on you, however. I didn’t earn this title shot to not go all out in taking that belt away from you.

How I go about it is all up to you, Kyle.

Either way I guarantee there will be a new champion crowned soon, a champion of the people.

Be seeing you soon, champ.

Jonathon Wehali tosses the microphone down as he flashes another captivating smile to the fans, who have now shifted from boos to cheers. The lights cut
out once more, and when they rise the ring is empty, not a single trace left that he had ever been there. The fans now exit as we look forward to KING
OF HARDCORE NEXT WEEK, AND HIGH INCIDENT NEXT MONTH!