Racin’ and Wrasslin’ 05/05/2009

RACIN’ AND WRASSLIN’
05/05/2009
Hundreds of people fill the roped off area at the Darlington Speedway parking lot. Off to the side are merchandise kiosks with the new “Witness” t-shirt
from Chad Kurtis that are going for twenty dollars a piece as well as the “Envy our Past, Fear our Future” t-shirts of the Rebel Icons going for twenty
dollars as well. Some fans are touching the ring where the action will take place in only a few short minutes. Rob Martinez is talking to some fans as
well as the always lovely Jenny Jersey who is signing pictures from her dancing days for the male fans.

As we look around we see some Vincent Black Extreme Elite jerseys, but only a few. The crowd is mostly filled with Rebel Icon shirts, Chad Kurtis shirts,
and some Bird of Prey shirts. Jenny climbs into the ring as Dropkick Murphys “I’m A Rebel” queues up in the speakers arranged in strategic locations for
perfect announcing.

“Backed up against the wall
The animal makes his final stand
He spits and growls and shows his teeth
He’s a foreigner in his own land”

The music softens as Jenny brings the mic to her lips.

JENNY JERSEY: Rebel Pro fans!

Big pop.

JENNY JERSEY: Are you ready for the hottest action to hit the Darlington Raceway?!

Another big pop as Jenny asks that question.

JENNY JERSEY: I’d like to introduce to you the commentators for this evening sitting at the table on the left… give it up for Rob Martineeeez!

The crowd gives Rob love and he waves to the cheering crowd.

JENNY JERSEY: And his commentating partner…. Corey… Tayyyylor!

The crowd goes silent, not even crickets chirp. Corey stands up, glowering at the lack of a response.

COREY TAYLOR: What is wrong with these idiots? Do they not recognize greatness when it is among them?

ROB MARTINEZ: Why should they clap for you?

CROWD: Who are you?! Who Are You?!

COREY TAYLOR: I am Corey freaking Taylor!

ROB MARTINEZ: Interesting middle name, is it Irish?

The music is turned back up and the chorus blares.

“When there’s nowhere else to run
You’re a rebel
No more battles to be one
You’re a rebel
Stands out there with his pride
Fights with no one on his side
You’re a rebel”

“When there’s nowhere else to run
You’re a rebel
No more battles to be one
You’re a rebel
Stands out there with his pride
Fights with no one on his side
You’re a rebel”

COREY TAYLOR: You know something Rob?

ROB MARTINEZ: What is that?

COREY TAYLOR: I believe in being honest.

ROB MARTINEZ: Great quality to have.

COREY TAYLOR: I just don’t like you and I was hired to bring class to this announce team.

ROB MARTINEZ: Really? Interesting.

COREY TAYLOR: It wasn’t told to me in so many words, but it is what I gathered from the interview.

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These fans are READY for the show to start. The buzz is that the first match on the card is going to be Rex Caliber versus Matthew Kurtis! Two of the most
popular REBEL superstars one-on-one! The Nexus One. The Bluegrass Badass. The current and former tag team champions.

JENNY JERSEY: The first match of the evening is scheduled for one fall! The anticipation builds. “The Monster’s Loose” by Meatloaf cues up and the fans
cheer, drowning out the noises of the engines from the nearby raceway!

From the curtain, accompanied by Lyndsey Valentine, is…

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, led to the ring by Lyndsey Valentine, from Wickliffe, Kentucky, weighing in at three-hundred and twenty pounds… “THE
BLUEGRASS BADASS” MATTHEW KURTIS!

Kurtis makes his down the make-shift aisle, clearly favoring his injured knee, but doing his best to ignore the pain, his mind clearly focused on the task
at hand. His music fades out as the infamous “More Human Than Human” cues up! MAJOR POP! EAT THAT, NASCAR!

JENNY JERSEY: His opponent, from Charlotte, North Carolina, weighing in at two-hundred and forty-five pounds… “THE NEXUS ONE” REX CALIBER!

Caliber emerges through the make-shift curtain, nodding affirmatively to the wildly cheering fans, but keeping his eyes on his tag team partner’s big brother.
He slaps a few lucky fan’s hands before climbing up the ring steps. The two men meet in the middle and shake hands.

DING DING!

COREY TAYLOR: Both of these two guys are completely full of themself.

ROB MARTINEZ: Do you have anything nice to say?

COREY TAYLOR: That women right there looks pretty hot.

Caliber immediately goes for a single-leg takedown, knowing that Kurtis’ knee is still weak from his assault the week prior. But Kurtis is well-prepared
for the maneuver and brings down an axhandle on the small of Caliber’s back. Again! He hooks Caliber by the waist. Picks him up for the Bluegrass Bomb
already! Trying to finish him off EARLY! But the Nexus One easily slides out of it and down Kurtis’ back! Into a crucifix! It’s not easy to get the big
man over but he manages!

ONE! KICKOUT!

Both men back to their feet. Collar-and-elbow! Kurtis powers through with a side headlock, really cinching it. But Rexy backs him into the ropes, pushes
off. Off of the opposite ropes goes Caliber. Kurtis ducks his head for a back body drop but Rex kicks him in the head for telegraphing it. Rex off of the
ropes. Swinging neckbreaker to the big man! Rex quickly to his feet, holding the leg of Kurtis. Elbow to the inside of the knee, followed into a kneelock!
He wrenches it but is unable to do much damage as Kurtis lands some heavy blows, forcing Caliber to break it up. Both men get up but Caliber, the quicker
of the two, gets to his feet first and dropkicks the back of Kurtis’ knee, sending him back down! Rexy drops an elbow but Kurtis rolls out of the way.
Kurtis gets to his feet. Belly-to-back suplex sends Caliber down to the mat! A cover.

ONE! KICKOUT!

COREY TAYLOR: Really close there… sorry if I sound sarcastic.

ROB MARTINEZ: How would you like to get in the ring with either man?

COREY TAYLOR: Sorry, not a wrestler.

Kurtis grabs Rex by his head and picks him up. Throws his head into the turnbuckle… blocked by Caliber! Elbow to the gut of the Badass! Caliber pushes Kurtis
into the corner. Irish whips him across the ring. Reversed by Kurtis into a short-arm clothesline! Off of the ropes… Hogan-esque leg drop! Cover! ONE!
TWO! KICKOUT! Kurtis trying to put Caliber away early, knowing he has to use his power to try to win it before his knee goes out. He brings Caliber up
to his feet. And puts him in a bearhug! Also a sound strategical move. Caliber definitely has a speed advantage, so if Kurtis can deplete him of some oxygen,
he can slow him down. He has him in the middle of the ring, really squeezing the teeth-gritting Nexus One! Caliber manages to get one arm free and uses
it to punch the big man but Kurtis responds with a headbutt! Another! That stops Caliber from trying to escape from the hold for the moment as he tries
to shake off the effects of the headbutts. But Caliber gets back to fighting! Both arms free now. He uses them to hold Kurtis’ head and deliver a headbutt
of his own. Another! A third! And he’s free! Caliber runs off of the ropes. Clothesline! But Kurtis doesn’t fall. Off of the other ropes… a second clothesline!
Ducked by Kurtis! But Caliber gets behind him. Pauses for a second, gathering his strength… Hoists the big man up… RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX! That took a lot
out of Caliber but he managed to do it! Hook of a leg!

ONE!

TWO!

THR—KICKOUT!

COREY TAYLOR: The big guy Kurtis, manages to kick out just in time.

ROB MARTINEZ: Both of these men testing each other early in this match.

Caliber quickly gets to his feet, flips Kurtis over. Back to his initial plan. Puts his feet on the back of Kurtis’ knees, grabs his arms… DOUBLE KNEE STOMP!
Kurtis writhing around the mat, a great deal of pain surging through both of his knees! Kurtis is using the ropes to pull himself up, committed to defending
more attacks to his knees. But Caliber dropkicks him to the outside! Caliber follows him to the outside. Some stomps to the back of the big man. Picks
him up. But Kurtis fires at him with a knee to the gut! Forearm shot! Another! Irish whip into the guard rail! But the Nexus One jumps up onto the guard
rail and flips backwards and lands behind the charging Kurtis! Kurtis turns around… right into a STO ON THE HARD ASPHALT PARKING LOT! Caliber knows exactly
what to do and that’s get the Badass in the ring as QUICK as possible! He rolls him in, follows him…

COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

NO! NO! KICKOUT!

Caliber is impressed by the big man’s resiliency but wastes no time. He grabs Kurtis’ legs… NEXUS CLOVERLEAF! Given the incredible amount of damage sustained
by Kurtis’ knees, how could he possibly NOT tap out to this maneuver??? He has him in the middle of the ring! The referee is asking Kurtis if he wants
to tap out but he is shaking his head no. In fact, he says no (BLEEP) way! But Caliber really cinches it in, applying tremendous pressure on the big man
who is trying without success to push his chest up so he can break the hold.

COREY TAYLOR: Come on, keep it outside the ring!

ROB MARTINEZ: There can’t be a win outside the ring.

COREY TAYLOR: I know, but can you imagine the damage?

Kurtis’ eyes are now closing. He might be passing out from the pain! The referee raises his hand…

ONCE!

TWICE!

THR—

NO! NO!

Kurtis is waving his arm, signaling to the referee that he is NOT unconscious! He pushes his torso up and pushes back with his legs… HE BREAKS THE HOLD!
Caliber takes a moment to stare at Kurtis, in disbelief at the resiliency of the Bluegrass Badass. But he knows one thing and that is that Matthew Kurtis
isn’t going anywhere! Caliber climbs up the turnbuckle. Diving headbutt to the Bluegrass Badass—NO! NO! The Badass manages to crawl out of the way! Caliber
misses him by a mere INCH or LESS! Kurtis continues his crawl towards the ropes while Rexy holds his head. Kurtis gets to the ropes, now he’s using them
to slowly pull himself up to his feet. He is limping over to Rex as he gets to his feet. Seizes his throat. CHOKE SLAM! CHOKE SLAM! COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

NO! NO! Kickout at the last possible nanosecond! Kurtis is now leaning against the corner, trying to regain some energy while Caliber holds the small of
his back, damn thankful he was able to kick out in the nick of time.

ROB MARTINEZ: Real close there, Matthew showing why he and his brother are contenders for the Tag gold here.

COREY TAYLOR: They already had their shot, but couldn’t get it done.

Kurtis limps towards Caliber and picks him up. Irish whip into the corner! Caliber hits the corner hard. KURTIS RUNS IN WITH A YAKUZA KICK! HOOKS THE LEG!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE—NO!

NO!

KICKOUT!

Kurtis frustrated that he can’t finish off the former World Champion! Now he’s going for the BLUEGRASS BOMB! He hoists him up! But Caliber is fighting with
lefts and rights! Kurtis, with Caliber on his shoulders, is staggering around the ring. BUT HE LANDS IT! HE LANDS IT! BLUEGRASS BOMB!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

NO!

NO!

ROB MARTINEZ: That was close, if only he had hit that in the middle of the ring.

Caliber gets a foot on the ropes! If Kurtis had been able to land that in the middle of the ring, this match would have been OVER! Kurtis shakes his head
in disbelief. He picks up Caliber. He’s bringing him up top! Hooks him for a superplex! NO! REX FIGHTING BACK! RIGHTS AND LEFTS! HEADBUTT! Rex hooks Kurtis’
head… JUMPING DDT! Rex doesn’t waste any time trying to pin the big man. Most men would be easily pinned right there but Caliber knows how resilient the
Badass is! He grabs Kurtis, hoists him up onto the turnbuckle. He is going for the TOTAL ANNIHILATION on a man who weighs nearly FOUR HUNDRED POUNDS! SOMEHOW
HE GETS HIM UP! HOLY SHIT! HE NAILS IT!

ONE!

TWO!

FORGET ABOUT IT!

THREE!

COREY TAYLOR: Damn!

ROB MARTINEZ: What?

COREY TAYLOR: That is one strong dude there.

JENNY JERSEY: And your winner… “THE NEXUS ONE” REX CALIBER!

The fans are cheering madly and applauding both of these men. What a match to start off the night! Before the referee can raise Caliber’s arm, he helps
Kurtis to his feet and shakes his hand. A sign of respect from The Nexus One to the Bluegrass Badass. WHAT A MATCH! Matthew walks to the back giving Rex
the chance to absorb the cheers of the crowd. A man comes from the crowd nailing Rex in the back of the head with a full beer bottle. The bottle shatters
on the back of Rex’s skull sending bottle fragments, beer, and blood flying into the air. Rex stumbles forward, but the man spins him around and kicks
him in the midsection.

COREY TAYLOR: Its Bubba J!

ROB MARTINEZ: He has just Trailer Park Trashed Rex Caliber, his enemy and reason for his subsequent firing!

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Dale and Jim Jonas began brawling from the curtained off area throwing wild right and left hands into each other’s heads. Tommy came from the back wearing
his purple helmet which he uses to headbutt Dale in the back of his head and send him to his knees. Tommy and Jim lift the now bleeding Dale Monroe up
in a double vertical suplex and his back breaks down the guardrailing at ringside. From the back runs Jacob Jenkins, pouring blood from a wound on his
forehead and a double clothesline sends the Jonas brothers down quick.

COREY TAYLOR: A sneak attack! How cowardly can one get?

ROB MARTINEZ: Cowardly? It seems that the Jonas Brothers had already attacked Trailer Park Inc in the back.

Jacob lifts Tommy up in a stalling vertical suplex dropping him on his back on the hard pavement. He spins around right into a chair shot from Jim that
sends Jacob down to the pavement on top of Tommy. Dale has gotten up to his feet swinging the section of railing catching and sweeping Jim’s legs out from
under him. Dale climbs onto the ring apron, railing in hand, and leaps with a cross body splash crashing on top of Jim, Dale throws the railing over to
the side. Dale picks up Jim rolling him into the ring before pushing a steel chair and table into the squared circle.

ROB MARTINEZ: They’re is fixing to be some table action!

COREY TAYLOR: Figure that out all on your own?

Dale sets up the table in the middle of the ring, pulling Jim up to his feet by the ears on his head. Jim with a right hand to Dale’s ribs, a second right
hand breaks the ear lock he is in. Tommy leaps from the top turnbuckle with a tornado DDT that sends Dale’s head crashing through the wooden table splitting
it right down the middle, but somehow it is still held together. Jacob rolls into the ring, under the bottom rope and picks up the steel chair.

DING DING

ROB MARTINEZ: This match is finally underway.

COREY TAYLOR: Glad to see that you don’t miss the obvious.

Jacob swings connecting with the purple wrestling helmet, but it protects the cranium of Tommy from any harm in the match. Tommy charges with a spear sending
Jacob into the ropes, but the helmet doesn’t protect Tommy’s back when Jacob brings the chair down on his back. Jim rushes over and the Jonas Brothers
work together with a double vertical suplex sending Jacob crashing through the table which crashes on the head of Dale Monroe. Jim climbs to the top turnbuckle,
Tommy goes to the opposite corner. Tommy dives driving the helmet into Jacob’s cranium and Jim lands a leg drop into Jacob’s crotch; they hook the leg.
One… Two… Three.

DING! DING! DING!

ROB MARTINEZ: The Jonas Brothers have done it!

COREY TAYLOR: Was there every any doubt?

JENNY JERSEY: Winners of the match… Jim and Tommy… The Jonas Brothers!

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Falls-count-anywhere apparently means Malice and Mack don’t even need to be introduced! Here they come through the make-shift curtain exchanging blows
in front of REBEL’s cheering fans! They’ve been anticipating seeing this FCAW match and REALLY want to see Mack get the ever living shit kicked out of
him. It looks like they might get their wish as Malice has the initial advantage, pounding away at the skull of Mack. He whips him into the guard rail…
no! Mack reverses it and Malice flips over the railing and into the crowd who is being pushed back by security. Mack climbs over. He picks up Malice by
his head and drags him through the crowd. They’re going for the parking lot! Whip right into a Chevy Malibu… reversed by Malice! But Mack jumps up onto
the car.

ROB MARTINEZ: These two have a score to settle here.

COREY TAYLOR: Mack will dominate all of his opposition.

Back elbow off of the car sends Malice to the ground! And he picks up Malice. Bashes head off of the top of the car! Again! Malice with an elbow to Mack’s
gut. And he returns the favor! Twice! THREE TIMES! Mack staggering about, holding his head. Malice hooks a belly-to-back, but Mack elbows out of it. Knee

to the gut. Fist to the face. Another. Another! AND HE THROWS MALICE’S HEAD INTO THE WINDOW OF THE CAR! Malice’s head is now in the car as Mack ponders
what to do next. And here comes a fan. That must be the car’s owner! He is flipping out, saying he is going to sue Mack for breaking his window. But he
should have read the fine print on his ticket before parking there!

ROB MARTINEZ: That fan doesn’t appear to be happy.

COREY TAYLOR: I wouldn’t be either, my car is parked in that row.

MACK HITS THE FAN AND THE FAN FALLS TO THE GROUND! Well… maybe he can sue for that! Malice pulls his head out of the window… and he has a steel chair! Why
was this fan driving around with a steel chair in his back seat? Why?!? He swings it at the distracted Mack who manages to duck it just in time. Kick to
the gut and Malice drops the chair. A scoop and a slam onto the chair on the hard pavement of the parking lot! Vicious stomps to the fallen Malice. Mack
is climbing on top of the car. A REBEL attendant is checking on the fan. What the hell can MACK do from heights? He can… a DOUBLE FOOT STOMP onto the FACE
of MACK! And a cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THR—NO! MALICE KICKS OUT!

Mack gets up, gives the referee a dirty look, but goes back to the business of winning the match. A few more vicious stomps. But Malice is slowly getting
to his feet, ignoring the kicks.

COREY TAYLOR: Mack dominating here, Malice stands no chance.

ROB MARTINEZ: That is what Mack thought in their first encounter.

He gets to one knee but Mack runs back, then forward… BIG BOOT sends Mack back down! Mack opens the car door of the Malibu. He grabs Malice’s head, puts
it in the opening… then SLAMS THE DOOR ON HIS FACE!

AGAIN! He goes for a cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THR—NO!

Mack doesn’t want to pin him just yet! Malice’s blood is now dripping down his face. Mack grabs a piece of glass from the broken window. And runs it across
Malice’s forehead! The blood is now GUSHING! He picks up Malice and is dragging him across the parking lot. Towards… towards the HIGHWAY?!? What the HELL?
There are cars SPEEDING down the road. He’s going to… IRISH WHIP HIM INTO THE ROAD? And poor Malice, there’s so much blood he can’t even see the road!
But somehow Malice REVERSES! Mack is forced into the road but manages to grab a BRANCH from a tree that spares him! Malice throwing rights and lefts at
Mack trying to push him towards the road. Mack with a kick to the gut! Another! Malice staggers back. Mack breaks the branch off of the tree. He brings
it down on Malice… but Malice grabs it! AND HE HITS MACK WITH IT! AGAIN! And the branch CRACKS over his SKULL! What the hell?? There is a masked man running
across the parking lot towards Malice! Malice has no idea until he hears footsteps running towards him! He turns around… and he is SPEARED into the STREET!
The man runs off as a car steps on the brakes! REBEL security runs out into the road, blocking traffic, apologizing to the angry motorists. This isn’t
good for P.R.! Mack wipes some blood off of his forehead and gets to his feet. He sees Malice is also getting up. He grabs Malice’s head. POWER BOMB ON
THE ROAD! Picks him back up… CHOKE BOMB! The LIGHTS OUT! Cover! The cars are honking as the referee makes the count.

ROB MARTINEZ: First time this has ever happened in Rebel Pro history.

COREY TAYLOR: I bet, but falls count anywhere means just that.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Back near the ring, Jenny Jersey pulls the cell phone to her ear to get word of what happened.

JENNY JERSEY: And your winner… “YOUNG MONEY” MACK!

The fans boo, both because Mack won and because they couldn’t see the finish except for the few fans who snuck through the caution tape! They are left wondering…
who was the masked man? Could it be Jer$ey? But why would he wear a mask???

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JENNY JERSEY: The following match is a one fall contest, and is a Special Women’s Match!

The drunken Darlington fans, mostly male, come to their feet, and give a big ovation for that announcement. La Reina de los Mariposas comes out to “Tu Venero”
by Nalalia Oreiro. The lovely Latin beauty comes out wearing a very colorful Butterfly Mask. She doesn’t adore herself to the fans who quickly find out,
that she doesn’t care for their cheers. She quickly gets booed for her anti fan actions, telling them not to get too close.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, from Places Unknown… she weighs in at one hundred thirty five pounds. She is one half of the tag team Corazones y Mariposas…
LA REINA DE LOS MARIPOSAS!

COREY TAYLOR: She is one hot chick.

ROB MARTINEZ: Ever heard of the women’s movement?

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah, put on something sexy and move your ass into the kitchen.

The music changes and so does the fans reaction. Arcturus begins to play, and out comes Lacey Gloria. A good cheer, even though the fans aren’t sure how
this girl is gonna be. She seems all business and power struts to the ring, ready to face to face with La Reina.

JENNY JERSEY: And her opponent, from London England, she weighs in at one hundred and thirty pounds. She is one half of the tag team Dazing Glory… LACEY
GLORIA!

ROB MARTINEZ: Did you hear the reactions of Lyndsey Valentine?

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah and she was pissed off even though she isn’t a wrestler here in Rebel Pro. Must be that time of the month.

The bell sounds at the command of referee Jimmy Johnson, and these two ladies waste little time. They want to get this match going and going strong. A quick
lock up and La Reina uses her height and weight advantage to push down Lacey. La Reina showboats a bit, but Gloria gets up quickly, nailing a drop kick
to the chest of La Reina. Gloria goes for the quick cover, but referee Jimmy Johnson can barely get down for a one count before La Reina kicks out. Both
ladies up, but La Reina grabs Gloria by her hair and quickly swings her and throws her down by it. La Reina stomps the back of the Brits head. She allows
Gloria to get to her feet, using the ropes… but this is just setting up: HEAVEN AND EARTH BULLDOG! Gloria looks to be out. Cover by La Reina.

ONE!

TWO!

ROB MARTINEZ: FOOT ON THE ROPES!

COREY TAYLOR: I love it when women wrestle.

La Reina grabs Gloria up by her hair once again. La Reina gets surprised though with a devastating JUMPING COMPLETE SHOT! Both ladies are down, and Jimmy
Johnson and the rowdy fans at the Darlington Raceway are just looking on, hoping the ladies will get back to ass kicking soon. Lacey Gloria makes a move
and gets an arm across The Queen of Butterflies. A two count, but that’s it. La Reina with a shoulder up. Gloria gets La Reina up and throws her into the
turnbuckle. She comes charging with a shoulder to the midsection of La Reina. La Reina doubles over, only to receive a tooth rocking European Uppercut.
The crowd explodes with an OWWW. La Reina seems infuriated and tackles the smaller Lacey Gloria. Punches explode from the fists of La Reina and Lacey has
a small mouse under her left eye.

COREY TAYLOR: Cat fight!

ROB MARTINEZ: Are you still in high school?

La Reina gets Lacey back to her feet and takes Lacey to the ropes and quickly wraps her up in the Tarantula, a move made famous by ECW and WWE star Tajiri.
Jimmy Johnson can only watch Lacey writhe in pain, cause she can’t submit while in the ropes. La Reina gives the move up as the move also makes the blood
rush to her head after a bit. La Reina goes up top and executes a MOONSAULT on the downed Lacey… who GETS HER KNEES UP! La Reina is on the mat, grabbing
her abs and rib section. Lacey tries to shake off the effects of the Tarantula. La Reina backs into the far turnbuckle. Lacey Gloria comes at her with
a Springboard back elbow. La Reina staggers out… PELE KICK FROM LACEY! La Reina goes through the ropes and lands on the outside on the blue mats covering
the asphalt. Lacey Gloria goes to the top rope. La Reina raises up… CROSS BODY BLOCK… MISSES! Gloria crashes into the guard railing. La Reina is still
staggering around, not sure of her whereabouts. La Reina enters the ring and lays on the mat. Lacey Gloria makes her way to the ring, via crawling. She
crawls into the ring. They both try getting to their feet, as the crowd gives them both catcalls and cheers. They meet in the center and La Reina swings
with a slap. Lacey ducks it and gets behind La Reina… GERMAN SUPLEX! Gloria with a bridge…

ONE!

TWO!

COREY TAYLOR: Only a two count!

ROB MARTINEZ: Both of these women are wanting to prove why their respective team should compete for the Tag team gold.

La Reina and Lacey get to their feet. La Reina grabs Lacey… STRAIGHT JACKET SUPLEX! La Reina hit her head hard on the mat too. Both ladies look out cold.
Jimmy Johnson can’t do anything but look on.

A buzz through the crowd, as another woman is coming down the aisle. It’s Lyndsey Valentine, and she looks pissed. Both of the women in the ring, have no
idea that Valentine is coming. They rise up and she hits the ring. The NAPW Women’s Champ boots Lacey in the stomach… BLOODY VALENTINE! Her version of
the Widow’s Peak! La Reina gets grabbed next. BLOODY VALENTINE ON LA REINA! Jimmy Johnson tells Lyndsey to leave, and calls for help from the back. Valentine
is yelling at the downed women… YOU WANT A REAL FIGHT… FIGHT ME!

COREY TAYLOR: Now that is one pissed off chick.

ROB MARTINEZ: Care to call her a chick to her face?

The REBEL Medical staff are checking on both women and this match looks to be a no contest, with both women unable to continue. Valentine was upset all
week about this match taking place, and she made her presence felt. The match was a damn fine one, and Valentine cheated all these fans out of a clear
cut winner! A shame.

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“Anthem for the Underdog” by 12 Stones hits the speakers and the crowd comes unglued!

JENNY JERSEY: The following contest is for the number contender’s cup! Introducing first on his way to the ring, he hails from British Columbia, Canada
and weighs in at 230 pounds….The Bird Of Prey!!!

Jacob emerges from the back with steely determination in his eyes. The fans along the aisle way lean out to high five him of simply pat him on the back
as he makes his way towards the ring. The Bird Of Prey climbs into the ring and smiles out at the packed arena, most of whom are chanting “Bird Of Prey!
Bird Of Prey!”

ROB MARTINEZ: Bird of Prey on a bit of a losing streak here in Rebel Pro.

COREY TAYLOR: Because he just sucks. I mean come on.

Suddenly the cheers turn into jeers as as “Heavy Metal Machine” by Smashing Pumpkins hits speakers.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent and current holder of the number one contender’s cup from Albuquerque, New Mexico and weighing in at 265 pounds… Mikey Massacre!!!
The fans are letting Massacre know exactly what they think about him and he is enjoying every minute. He comes to the ring tonight carrying what appears
to be a diaper bag. Mikey continues to the ring enjoying the boos even stop and posing by a fan holding a sign that read, “Mikey is a ####ing sell out”.
Mikey climbs in the ring stares across at “Bird of Prey” looks at the crowd and says warm up match and gives them the one finger salute. As Mikey turns
around Jacob is waiting for him and delivers a standing moonsault to get the early advantage. Bird of Prey keeps the momentum going by applying a variation
of a camel clutch sleeper hold. Jacob is looking to not only end this one quickly but to send a message. Mikey seems to be in a considerable amount of
pain and the crowd is loving it! Mikey is letting his elbows fly trying to break the hold but can’t connect with Jacob leaning too far back. The referee
comes to check on Mikey. Mikey is saying he ain’t giving up. Jacob is really putting a lot of pressure into the hold but somehow Massacre is able to turn
his body around and force the break. Both men are back on their feet trading right and lefts, lefts and rights, you can tell there is no love lost between
these two men. Mikey sling shots “Bird of Prey” off the ropes and into a dropkick then stays on the offensive by applying a crossface to the downed “Bird
of Prey’. This has been a back and forth battle so far no as much violence as we are use to in Rebel as both men are trying to ground their opponent.

COREY TAYLOR: We want BLOOD!

ROB MARTINEZ: Mikey formally a high flyer, but tends to stay from that since his turn.

Jacob manages to get his foot on the rope and the referee asks for a break, but Mikey continues the hold as the referee shrugs his shoulders.

ROB MARTINEZ: Why won’t Mikey break the hold?

COREY TAYLOR: He doesn’t have to, so why should he?

The referee pulls Massacre off and Mikey is in his face letting him know that Rebel-Pro is no DQ. The referee pushes Mikey out of his face and Mikey stuns
the referee. All this allows “The Bird of Prey” to catch his breath and to climb to the turnbuckle catching Mikey with a whisper in the wind. Jacob makes
the cover but there is no referee to make the count. The fans count..

ONE…

TWO…

THREE…

The Bird of Prey may have won it there if there had there been a referee. Jacob pounds the mat and goes and checks on the official allowing Massacre time
to climb outside to the pavement and bring in a steel chair that he uses to burst open Jacob’s head with not one, not two, but three chair shots. Mikey
then slingshots Jacob into the corner and props the broken chair into his abdomen area then dropkicks him. The crowd is getting after Mikey as he feels
he now has this match under control. He rolls under the ropes and goes to the diaper bag he carried with him to the ring getting out a baby bottle before
climbing back into the ring. Mikey has some words for the fans as he walks back over to Jacob and squirts what we assume is either milk or baby formula
over the Bird of Prey’s face calling him a crybaby before smacking him in the face just to add insult to injury.

ROB MARTINEZ: There was no sense in that.

COREY TAYLOR: Hahahahahahahahaha!

Mikey pulls Jacob’s seeming lifeless body out of the corner allowing it to drop to the mat before he climbs up to the top turnbuckle for a frog splash but
somehow, some why Jacob was able to roll out of the way as Mikey crashes and burns. The Bird of Prey slides on to Darlington’s parking lot trying to get
another wind but he wouldn’t have long as Mikey is back up. Massacre joins Jacob onto the parking lot as the two exchange punches before Massacre gets
the advantage back courtesy of reopening Jacob’s head wound. Massacre rams Jacob’s head into the ring post once but is blocked on the second attempt as
the Bird of Prey returns the favor ramming Mikey’s head in the turnbuckle followed by the steel steps before sliding back into the ring and the fans are
loving it. Massacre has some words for the fans before climbing back into the ring. Mikey charges Jacob but is greeted by a running enzuigiri that allows
the Bird of Prey to climb the ropes and execute a frog splash. Jacob goes for the cover as the referee slides into position for the count…

ONE…

TWO…

THRE…

NO! Mikey somehow kicks out! Jacob rolls him over again for another count…

ROB MARTINEZ: Two times in two weeks that Jacob has nearly had a victory!

COREY TAYLOR: I’m no expert, but I don’t think Jacob competed last week.

ROB MARTINEZ: Jacob with another pin.

ONE…

TWO…

Reversed by Massacre…

COREY TAYLOR: Mikey with a cover.

ONE…

Only a one count as the Bird of Prey rolls out and both men are back on their feet. Mikey with a mannyplex that gets the momentum back in his favor. The
fans have got their money worth in this match with both men fighting for all their worth. Both men bleeding for the head but that hasn’t stopped them.
Mikey executes a Everplex as he feels he may finally have this match at hand as he executes his version of a stalling vertical suplex including a one finger
salute to the fans and to Jacob. Massacre decides it is time to go back to the top rope for the Sellout. As he climbs the ropes he has some more words
for the fans as well as calling out ‘The Show’ Chad Kurtis and Rex Caliber but all his talk allows the Bird of Prey to get back to his feet and climb join
Massacre on the turnbuckle as they fight for position. Jacob manages to pull Mikey off the ropes as they both come crashing to the mat with a loud boom!
ROB MARTINEZ: That has got to hurt.

COREY TAYLOR: Do you honestly think so?

The crowd is chanting holy shit! Holy shit! As both men lay lifeless on the mat with our informed that there is 5 minutes remaining in the match. Both men
are at the ropes using them to get to their feet. Mikey gets there first and unties a turnbuckle cover before going over to the Bird of Prey as they once
again exchange punches with Jacob getting the advantage and forces Massacre over to the corner with a series of chops but Mikey takes the advantage back
with a eye gouge and then he digs his thumb into Jacob’s head wound before executing another stalling vertical suplex that seems to take the breath out
of Jacob. As hard as he has fought here today you have to wonder exactly what he has left. Massacre is climbing the ropes for what we assume is going to
be “The Sellout” but no Mikey just executed the “SMW” as he makes the cover…

ROB MARTINEZ: Mikey with Jacob’s own finisher.

COREY TAYLOR: That just adds insult to injury there.

ONE…

TWO…

THREE…

Mikey just defeated the Bird of Prey with his own move. That is the ultimate insult in wrestling. And now Mikey is acting as if this was an easy match as
he goes back to the diaper bag and brings it into the ring. First forcing the bottle into Jacob’s mouth then telling the fans that all their favorite wrestler
are nothing but crybabies as he tosses diapers into the crowd. Mikey pulls out an adult diaper and begins to put it on Jacob, but a right hand sends Mikey
falling through the ropes. Mikey decides that Jacob has had enough. Before Mikey walks through the curtain, he rubs his fists into his eyes saying once
again that Jacob is a crybaby.

JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner and still number one contender… Mikey Massacre!!!

ROB MARTINEZ: Mikey Massacre and Bird of Prey will have to meet again. I doubt if Bird of Prey will take the bottle and diaper ordeal lightly.

COREY TAYLOR: Well, Jacob is a crybaby, he needs to grow up.

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“Cocky” queues up in the speakers placed stratigically in the parking lot for best hearing perception. From a curtained off area walks “The Show” Chad
Kurtis wearing his new “Witness” t-shirt, of which some of the fans are already wearing.

JENNY JERSEY: Standing six feet three inches and weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds, he is a member of the Rebel Icons and is a co holder of the
Rebel Pro Tag Team Championship belts… he is the challenger, he is “THE SHOW”… he is… CHAD KURTIS!

The crowd lets Chad know how much they appreciate him as many fans point to their “Witness” t-shirt, some point to the new Rebel Icon shirts, and one lady
throws her bra at Chad?

COREY TAYLOR: That is what I am talking about, there is a woman walking around here braless.

ROB MARTINEZ: Are you any relation to Jack Jones up in NAPW.

COREY TAYLOR: No, but I’ve always admired his work.

“Shipping Up to Boston” hits the speakers and from the curtained off area walks, Carolina Champion, Sean Robinson. The crowd goes wild, they love both men
here in this match. There are Sean Robinson posters in the crowd as well as Sean Robinson t-shirts on display. Sean walks down to the ring calmly, but
stops half-way and looks into the ring at Chad Kurtis.

JENNY JERSEY: He stands at six feet four inches and weighs in at two hundred and forty-seven pounds, he is the current Rebel Pro Carolinas Champion… he
is SEAN ROBINSON!

Sean continues his walk down to the ring when he is hit in the face with a blue lace bra and the strap goes over his head and he merely removes the bra
while chuckling.

COREY TAYLOR: Two braless women here tonight.

ROB MARTINEZ: You really should meet Jack Jones.

COREY TAYLOR: Can you introduce us?

DING DING

Sean and Chad stand in the middle fo the ring from each other before both men extend a hand and shake after the opening bell has rung. They back up then
go into a collar and elbow tie up in the middle; Sean turns it into a side headlock. Chad forces Sean into the ropes and the hold is broken as Sean is
sent running into the opposite side ropes. Sean returns, Chad lowers his head, Sean with a leap over Chad hitting the ropes just behind his opponent. Chad
turns around, Sean with a spinning heel kick sends the challenger down to the mat in a heap, but Chad is already fighting back up to his feet. Sean grabs
him quickly knowing that Chad is a very worthy competitor and whips him front first into the corner. Sean follows quickly with a clothesline to the back
of Chad’s neck. Sean quickly grabs Chad with a rear waistlock delivering a German suplex, Sean rolls over connecting with a second German suplex, and rolls
one last time delivering a third rolling German suplex. Chad’s eyes are glassy from the quickness of the rolling German suplexes, but Sean is there hooking
Chad into a leg bar trying to wear down the legs of the American high flyer.

Chad with a right hand shows that he can brawl with the best of them and it sends Sean peddling backwards. But the punch caused Sean to release the hold
and Chad is up and showing only the slightest effect on his leg from the momentary leg bar. Chad with a right hand, Sean with a right hand, Chad with a
right and left combo that sends Sean into the ropes. Chad with a forearm across Sean’s throat into a side headlock. Chad grinds in the hold and Sean pushes
him into the ropes. Chad uses Sean’s momentum from the push to send them both down to the mat with a running bulldog. Chad still has in the side headlock,
but he releases the side headlock long enough to hook on a crippler crossface and Sean groans in agony. Robinson immediately begins crawling for the ropes,
even if there are no rope breaks he can pull himself up to a fighting position with their help. Sean reaches the ropes and Chad releases the hold backing
up slightly from Sean, who is turning around rotating his arm. Chad runs at Sean sending him over the top rope with a running forearm smash, but Sean lands
on the ring apron sliding under Chad’s spread legs.

ROB MARTINEZ: IMpressive ring awareness from Sean Robinson there.

COREY TAYLOR: It was alright, I’ve seen better.

Sean locks in another rear waistlock on Chad, but Chad holds firm to the top rope preventing another series of rolling German suplexes. Sean with a right
hand to the back of Chad’s skull, Chad releases the death grip on the top rope. Inverted DDT from Sean sends Chad’s skull bouncing off the mat hard, but
Sean makes no attempt at a cover. The crowd is split in half for who they want to cheer for, but it should be noted that neither man is getting booed here
in this Carolinas Title match. Sean pulls Chad from under the ropes and begins to work on that leg again with a leg hook camel clutch in the middle of
the ring. Chad grunts from the tangled position and tries to make it to the ropes, but with only one leg free, he is moving extremely slowly here. The
crowd is chanting him on to the ropes for assistance, but they are also chanting Sean on to keep him from breaking the hold; I wish they would decide who
to cheer for here in this matchup. Chad crawls two or three inches at a time and is about four feet from the ropes and hopefully safety. Sean leans backwards
as the ropes loom larger in his and Chad’s vision, he is trying his best to prevent Chad from using the ropes to break the hold. As before, the ropes don’t
constitute a break but Sean is going to show Chad Kurtis the same curtosey that Chad showed him. Chad lunges one last time and his head is between the
middle and top rope, Sean Robinson breaks the hold and now they are back on even ground in the curtosey game.

ROB MARTINEZ: Sean showing the same curtosey that Chad showed him earlier.

COREY TAYLOR: What is the point? Hold onto that hold and break his bones, there are no rules here in Rebel Pro! Take advantage of that.

ROB MARTINEZ: It is a matter of respect here.

COREY TAYLOR: No, it is a matter of the Rebel Pro Carolinas title here, gold, not curtosey.

Chad pulls himself up to his feet, but Sean is there with a knee lift into Chad’s back following it up with a stomp on the worked over leg of Chad Kurtis.
Chad goes down on that injured leg and is dripping sweat from the pain he has to be in. Sean with a right hand sends Chad back up to a protective stance,
Chad kicks out with his left leg catching Sean in the rib cage. Sean clutches at his ribs, Chad with a one legged springboard clothesline sends Sean down
to the mat. Chad is using the ropes to pull himself back up a vertical base, his right leg giving him a ton of problems here after that eternity in the
leg hook camel clutch from Sean Robinson. Sean rolls over to his hands and knees and Chad leaps with a springboard moonsault as Sean stands up in a vertical
position, Chad turns it into an inverted DDT of his own and both men are on the mat. Chad makes the cover.

Corey Taylor: Chad calls that move the something or another, it isn’t really important.

Rob Martinez: If you are going to be announcing, maybe you should learn names of wrestling moves. Chad calls that Showtime.

Corey Taylor: If you are going to be an announcer, maybe you should tell the people the count in the ring.

Chad only gets a two count from referee Jimmy Johnson. The crowd here in the Darlington parking lot are loving this action, even if neither man has went
to the outside yet. Chad looks over to Jimmy, who is showing it was a definite count of two. Sean reaches out with a right hand catching Chad in the mouth
causing him to sit back on his rear. Sean rolls over delivering another right hand, this time to Chad’s temple, Chad is reeling from the rapid fired right
hands. Sean shoots up to his feet hooking Chad’s head under his arm before pulling him up to a vertical base then a bridging suplex into a pin. Jimmy Johnson
hits his knees and counts.

One… Two… Th–NO! Chad is able to kick out of the hold, but it costs him as he had to use his injured right leg in order to do it.

COREY TAYLOR: Chad hurt his own leg there with that kick out.

ROB MARTINEZ: But he manages to stay in this match.

COREY TAYLOR: Really? Hadn’t noticed.

Sean grabs the right ankle of Chad Kurtis, putting it under the knee of Chad’s left leg, Sean then puts the free ankle in between his thighs hooking Chad
into a cross legged STF as he leans forward over Chad’s back hooking his arms around Chad’s face. Chad literally screams out in pain as his right leg is
targeted, but he’d do the same if he were in Sean’s situation. Chad grunts and begins the slow crawl to the ropes and hopes that Sean will break the hold,
Sean notices Chad’s goal and tries to prevent it. Chad using his arms, pushes Sean and himself over and now Chad is on top, but still locked in the hold.
Chad slams his head backwards into Sean’s face once, twice, three times and Robinson finally breaks the hold clutching at his bleeding and possibly broken
nose. Chad rolls to his hands and knees holding at his injured right leg in obvious pain and torment, he still crawls to the ropes to pull himself up.
Sean is up quicker though yanking Chad up to a vertical base. Sean with a forearm into Chad’s face, but Chad blocks it with a stomp onto Sean’s right ankle.
Sean tries to block the pain, but a second stomp gets his attention to his ankle. Chad with an inverted bulldog sends Sean down to the mat, paying no attention
to the pain in his leg, Chad hobbles up to the top rope and signals to the crowd. Sean gets up to a vertical base, his back to the perched Chad Kurtis
and he turns around right into a flying cross body that sends Sean’s skull bouncing off of the mat. Chad climbs through the ropes to the outside ring apron
and the crowd is behind Chad now, but it’ll change just give them a few minutes. Chad is holding onto the top rope he leaps up to the top rope, flipping
in mid air with a 360 degrees splash into a guillitene leg drop across Sean’s exposed throat. Chad hooks the leg quickly and makes the cover.

One… Two… Thr–NO! Sean is able to raise a shoulder just in time and keep the chance of him retaining the belt alive.

ROB MARTINEZ: Another near fall here in this match.

COREY TAYLOR: You got a beer and a smoke?

ROB MARTINEZ: You can’t drink or smoke on the job.

COREY TAYLOR: I know because I don’t have any on me, that is the reason I asked you for one.

Chad is not paying attention to his leg as he has control, but he runs to the corner turnbuckles and his leg gives way on him right before he springs up
to the top, his face connects with the top turnbuckle and both men are down in the ring now. Sean begins to stir before Chad, but the co-tag team champion
rolls over as well and slowly pulls himself up to a vertical base. Now, both men are standing in the ring, Sean in the middle and Chad in the corner. Chad
nods at Sean who returns the gesture of sportsmanship. Collar and elbow tie up in the middle of the ring, Sean with a side headlock into a hammerlock into
a knee to the back of Chad’s injured right leg. Chad falls down to the mat front first and Sean hooks in an Argentine leglock, on the injured right leg
of Chad Kurtis keeping him from being 100 percent here in this match. Chad is able to somehow reach the ropes and Sean breaks the hold willingly enough
before jerking Chad from the ropes and delivering a vicious right handed knife edge chop that reddens the chest of Chad Kurtis immediately. Chad clutches
at his reddened chest in the corner before Sean hip tosses Chad into the middle of the ring and the crowd is now behind Sean Robinson. Sean hooks Chad
up into a cloverleaf in the middle of the ring and continues his assault on the right leg of Chad Kurtis, showing a lot of experience and forsight against
such a formidable opponent.

COREY TAYLOR: Break his leg!

ROB MARTINEZ: How did you manage to get this job again?

COREY TAYLOR: Because of my wonderful match calling ability, not to mention my unbiast opinion.

Chad pushes up on his forearms, his face a mask of agony and torture, he pushes himself forward towards the ropes. He allows Sean to fall backward onto
his back more, increasing the pressure on his own back for a moment before shoving Sean with his legs and the hold is lossened. Chad flips over, the hold
is broken immediately as Sean is caught off-guard. Chad reaches behind himself finding the ropes and pulling himself up to a vertical base as Sean looks
shocked that someone got out of that move. They charge at each other and Chad delivers the Bluegrass Breeze on Sean Robinson in the middle of the Rebel
Pro ring. Chad pulls Sean up to a vertical base once more and prepares for the CK Finale, Sean breaks out of the hold back body dropping Chad over his
back to the canvas. Chad lands on his legs, his right leg buckling, but he spins around quick enough to catch himself to spin Sean around with a boot in
the gut. Sean doubles over at the loss of air and Chad hooks in the CK Finale once more. Sean struggles but Chad lifts him up, spins around and plants
Sean right in the middle of the ring with his finisher, but Chad falls back, unable to make the cover as he clutches at his leg. Referee Jimmy Johnson
makes sure both men are alright, but since there are no count-outs he cannot start the normally mandatory ten count. In the parking lot, “Let’s go Chaaad!”(clap,
clap, clap clap clap) chants begin as the other half of the crowd chants “Let’s go Seaaan”(clap, clap, clap clap clap) Chad somehow manages to crawl over
to Sean and drape an arm across his chest in a cover, Jimmy Johnson is there.

One… Two… Thre– NO! it was two!

COREY TAYLOR: Only a count of two there and the match must continue. I need a smoke, when do we get our break?

ROB MARTINEZ: What break? We get an intermission…

COREY TAYLOR: Where I come from, that would be considered… a break.

Jimmy Johnson leaps up to his feet indicating it was two to the time keeper. Chad can’t belive it, Sean kicked out of the CK Finale, but there was a period
of about a minute there when Chad couldn’t force himself over to make the cover. Chad begins to pound the canvas, getting his supporters behind him further
and they quickly begin to clap along with the beat he is setting here in this portion of the match. Chad is up, Sean is up, Sean charges at Chad who back
body drops him into the Starmaker! Chad falls on Sean and referee Jimmy Johnson is there with the count.

One… Two… Three.

DING! DING! DING!

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match and NEEEEEWWWW Rebel Pro Carolinas Champion… “The Show”… Chad Kurtis!

ROB MARTINEZ: Chad has done it, he is a dual champion here in Rebel Pro, although it could mean some double duty for the champion.

COREY TAYLOR: It should be, if he wants to be greedy and have more than one belt, he should have to work twice as hard.

Inside the ring, Chad stands, leaning heavily on the ropes to keep the weight off of his injured leg. Sean gets up, disappointment evident on his face and
as Jimmy Johnson walks by him Carolinas Title in hand, Sean rips it away from him. Chad looks ready to defend the referee if he has to, but Sean walks
over to Chad, looks down at the belt, then hands it over to Chad Kurtis. Chad places the belt on his shoulder and Sean Robinson holds Chad’s hand high
into the air, the crowd explodes at this showing of sportsmanship. Sean begins to walk away, but Chad grabs his shoulder and holds Sean’s hand high up
into the air, the crowd once again explodes.

COREY TAYLOR: Awh, ain’t that sweet…

ROB MARTINEZ: These two men just went through an awesome match and they are showing respect for each other.

COREY TAYLOR: Why don’t they just go get a room already?

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JENNY JERSEY: This match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the REBEL World Heavyweight Championship!!!

“The Beverly Hillbillies” theme starts to play on the mounted speakers and the crowd is firmly behind their resident redneck!

JENNY JERSEY: Coming to the ring first, he hails from Turkey Cross, Kentucky and weighs in at two hundred and thirty-six pounds….Cuzin’ Zeke!!!

ROB MARTINEZ: Look at the determination in Zeke’s face.

COREY TAYLOR: Don’t make me, he is ugly enough as he is.

Zeke walks down the platform and heads towards the ring, a smile on his face and determination in his eyes.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent…….

“Carbomb” by The Acacia Strain replaces the decades old tv theme song and the crowd lets loose with their hate of the man who steps into sight.

COREY TAYLOR: Now, here comes the true champion and the man that is going to win this match.

ROB MARTINEZ: Figures you’d be pulling for Vincent.

JENNY JERSEY: He hails from Glen Falls, New York and weighs in at three hundred and forty-one pounds….The REBEL World Heavyweight Champion…..Vincent
Black!!!!

Black heads towards the ring as a light drizzle of rain starts to fall. The asphalt in the parking lot quickly becomes as black as the World Champions heart.
ROB MARTINEZ: The rain begins to fall in a drizzle here.

COREY TAYLOR: Don’t worry shit floats, so you’ll be ok.

Black climbs into the ring and hands his championship belt off to Alan Stone. Zeke crosses the ring and the men are quickly in each others face talking
smack. Stone calls for the bell and Zeke slaps Black across the face!

Black looks almost shocked that Zeke would outright slap him and the crowd doesn’t help with their raucous “You Got Bitch Slapped!” chant. Black shakes
his head and gives Zeke a receipt by slapping the hillbilly across the face. Hard. Zeke backs up a step, rubs his face and grins. Oh it’s on.

ROB MARTINEZ: Vincent gets slapped by the challenger.

COREY TAYLOR: But Vincent returns the favor with a true bitch slap.

Slap by Zeke!

Slap from Black!

Slap by Zeke!

Forearm shot from Vincent!

Forearm from Zeke!

A rake to the face from Black!

Black hits the ropes but takes a brutal open handed slap across the chest from Zeke that echoes like thunder! Vincent drives a knee into the ribs of Zeke.
Scoop slam by the champion! Black hits the ropes but misses with an elbow drop when Zeke rolls out of the way. Zeke hits the ropes and runs straight into
a massive belly to belly suplex from Black! Black sprawls across Zeke and starts to rain down heavy MMA style elbows to the face of his challenger who
is doing his best to cover up! Zeke manages to roll Black off of him and struggle sup to his feet. Black hooks the hillbilly and drives him to the mat
with a backdrop driver.

COREY TAYLOR: Vincent showing why he is the champion here.

ROB MARTINEZ: Let me guess, if Zeke gets an advantage, he’ll be cheating?

COREY TAYLOR: You idiot, there is no cheating where there are no rules.

Black is back to his feet and sneering out at the crowd. None of whom seemed impressed with the REBEL Champion. Zeke is back up to his feet and Black locks
in an abdominal stretch! Zeke tries to wrench himself free but Black has the move locked in tight. A small but vocal chant of “Boring! Boring!” starts
to ripple through the crowd and Black looks around to see who dares to mock him. With the champ momentarily distracted. Zeke manages to get out of the
hold by hip tossing Black down to the canvas! Black quickly rolls to his feet and is greeted by a hard right hand from Zeke! Another! A third stiff right
hand has the World Champ on spaghetti legs! Zeke hits the ropes but Black is ready for him and again manages to lock Zeke in another abdominal stretch!
ROB MARTINEZ: Zeke able to mount a small offense there.

COREY TAYLOR: But, Vincent back in control.

Black simply smiles out at the booing fans as he cranks on the pressure. Zeke wastes little time in reaching up and simply breaking the move by jamming
a thumb into the eye of Black! Black releases the move and staggers back against the ropes. A clothesline from Zeke takes the World Champion over the top
rope and down to the hard pavement! Zeke follows Black to the outside and pulls Black up off of the ground. Black was waiting for him however and manages
to hook Zeke and ram him back first against the ringpost! Black yells for a chair and half a dozen fans offer theirs up. Black picks one, takes aim and
swing for all he’s worth. At the last second Zeke drops out of the way and Black only connects with the ringpost! The shock causes Black to drop the chair
and shake his hands as if trying to wake them up. Zeke picks up the chair and drives it into the gut of his nemesis.

ROB MARTINEZ: Strike one!

COREY TAYLOR: Shut up Rob.

With Black doubled over, Zeke wastes no time in cracking the chair across the back of Vincent! The champion doesn’t go down though! Instead he staggers
away from Zeke trying to buy some time. CRACK! A chair shot across the back of the champs skull drops him where he stood! Zeke tosses away the dented chair
and pulls Black up. He teases throwing him back into the ring but instead hurls him over the barricade and into the crowd! Zeke follows Black into the
mass of rabid REBEL fans and security rushes in to try to protect as many innocents as they can. Black is on his knees as Zeke stands behind him pounding
away at his skull with heavy right hands! Zeke shoves Black to the ground, walks over to the nearest trashcan and picks it up. Black is on all fours trying
to get up as Zeke upends the trashcan on him dumping out all it’s filth on the champion! Once empty the trashcan finds a home when it bounces off the massive
back of Black!

ROB MARTINEZ: Zeke taking out the trash.

COREY TAYLOR: Zeke has to resort to weapons in order to gain an advantage.

ROB MARTINEZ: But Vincent used a weapon first.

COREY TAYLOR: But oh goo roo, did Vincent hit Zeke with the chair? No, he did not.

Zeke walks over to where the trashcan landed, picks it back up and advances on Black. Zeke raises the trashcan high overhead and Black rams his shoulder
into the right knee of Zeke! Zeke drops the trashcan and hobbles away as the champ gets slowly back to his feet. Chop block from Black puts Zeke down onto
the pavement! Black stands over Zeke and grins at him. A thin line of blood trickling from his scalp. Black stomps down on the knee of Zeke and the hillbilly
cries out. Vincent shoves a fan aside and grabs the wounded leg of Zeke. The shocked crowd watches as Black locks Zeke into a figure four! Both men are
laying on the pavement, Black screaming at Zeke to tap and the crowd razzing the champ with a “You’re Not Flair! You’re Not Flair!” chant! Alan Stone is
in the face of Zeke asking him if he wants to give it up but Zeke shakes his head “no” for all he’s worth.

COREY TAYLOR: I saw Zeke nod his head!

ROB MARTINEZ: No, you did not.

Zeke looks at Alan Stone and mouths the word “sorry” right before he grabs the referee and hurls him on top of Black! the shock of a referee landing on
his chest causes a break and Zeke tries to pull himself away from Vincent. Black is up and he pulls the referee up with him. Black is shaking the referee
but Alan Stone slaps away his hands and gets right in the face of the World Champ! Black shoves him aside and never sees the chair coming until it’s to
late. Zeke has gotten up and hurled a folded chair at the face of Black and it bounces off his head and into the crowd. A fan quickly grabs it and makes
a run for it, no doubt in a hurry to place it on EBay. Zeke hobbles over to a stunned Black and chops him across the chest! “Wooooooooooo!” from the crowd!
Another chop and Black takes a step back! A third chop! Black quickly kicks the injured knee of Zeke and the hillbilly drops to the ground in a heap.

COREY TAYLOR: He definitely isn’t Flair!

ROB MARTINEZ: Neither of them are Flair.

COREY TAYLOR: Did you see Zeke manhandle that referee?

ROB MARTINEZ: He said sorry.

The sound of someone’s hand smacking the headset off of the other announcer is heard.

COREY TAYLOR: Sorry Rob.

Vincent pulls Zeke up and whips him into a crowd of fans! Most scatter but an unlucky few get squashed by the runaway hillbilly. Black stalks over and the
crowd scurries for cover as Zeke tries to get to his feet. Black drags Zeke up and smiles as he spies a brand new Cadillac sitting in the parking lot.
The car has been leased by REBEL and Black, dragging Zeke makes a beeline for it. Zeke is slung against the front of the car and the right headlight cracks.
Black grabs Zeke by the head and tries to bounce his skull off of the hood only to take an elbow into the ribs! Another elbow from Zeke and Black releases
his grip. Zeke takes a page out of Blacks book, grabs a handful of hair and slams the head of Vincent against the cars hood! Zeke drags Black around to
the side of the car and throws him headfirst through the drivers side window! The glass spiderwebs and blood spurts from the skull of Black. Zeke pulls
Black out of the car and shoves him against the car. Zeke throws a big haymaker but Black dodges as the hillbillies hand punches through the glass!

COREY TAYLOR: That had to hurt.

ROB MARTINEZ: Who does that car belong to? Larry Gordon isn’t going to be happy with this.

COREY TAYLOR: He wanted this event, he has to pay the consequences.

Zeke pulls his bloody hand out of the car and he’s blindsided with a right hand to the head that stuns him. Black grabs Zeke, leads him to the front of
the car and rolls him onto the hood. Black follows him up onto the hood (throwing a few well placed punches as he comes) and quickly both men are standing
on the hood of the car. Black positions Zeke for his New Hope Powerbomb! Zeke reverses it and backdrops Black onto the roof of the car! Zeke climbs off
of the car and reaches his bloody hand into the car. Suddenly the car roars to life as Zeke gives a turn of the keys! Zeke leans in further inside the
car and pops the hood using the hood release. Zeke pulls himself out of the car and takes a boot to the face from Black who is still on the roof! Black
slides off the car and opens the car door before throwing Zeke onto the ground. Black waits as Zeke starts to pull himself up and then slams the car door
against the head of Zeke!

COREY TAYLOR: Excederin headache number 312.

ROB MARTINEZ: Anything goes in this environment, regardless of the consequences.

Black wipes the blood that’s streaming into his eyes and walks over to the car trunk. With a hard kick the trunk pops open and Black starts searching. As
Zeke is trying to get back to his feet, Black emerges from the trunk with jumper cables. Zeke suddenly finds himself being strangled by the jumper cables
as Black is screaming for him to simply “Die!” Zeke reaches behind him and snapmares him down onto the ground! Zeke wipes his blood covered hand on his
pants and grabs the jumper cables. Smiling, Zeke walks over to the hood, opens it and attaches the cables to the still running car battery. Zeke touches
his ends together and sparks fly. Black is getting up and Zeke lunges at him with the cables. Batista style spinebuster onto the pavement from Black! Black
looks down at the jumper cables and smiles. He picks them up and snaps them onto the crotch of Cuzin’ Zeke!

ROB MARTINEZ: That sick sadistic son of a bitch!

COREY TAYLOR: Zeke isn’t getting any tonight and anything is legal in this environment… remember?

Zeke howls in pain (obviously) and rips away the jumper cables as the crowd chants “You Got Burnt Nuts! Clap! Clap! Clap! You Got Burnt Nuts!” Black pulls
a lifeless Zeke up and hoists him up onto his shoulder. A bloody Vincent Black walks wearily through the crowd back towards the ring. People reach out
and pat Zeke on the back yelling encouragement to him. Black makes it to the ring and starts to slowly walk his way up the ring steps. Unseen by Black,
Zeke reaches out and grabs his lucky horseshoe from the ringpost! Black simply dumps Zeke into the ring and climbs in after him. As Black reaches down
to pull Zeke to his feet he takes a horseshow upside his head! Black staggers back holding his head and blood seeps through his fingers. Zeke is up to
his feet and clubs him again with the horseshoe! Black falls onto his back near the center of the ring and Zeke places the horseshoe square on the champs
face.

ROB MARTINEZ: Zeke with his lucky horseshoe. COREY TAYLOR: Zeke is saddistic and twisted.

Zeke heads towards the near turnbuckle and painfully climbs his way to the top rope. Zeke looks down at the unmoving Black and takes to the air with his
Mudpuddle! Black moves at the last second and Zeke hits nothing but canvas! A battered and bloody Black gets to his feet, pulls Zeke up and nails his New
Hope! For the first time during the match the referee actually gets to make a count!

One!

Two!

Th-No!

Black pulls Zeke up braking the count!?

ROB MARTINEZ: Why did Vincent do that?

COREY TAYLOR: He isn’t through torturing Zeke just yet.

Black whispers something in the ear of Zeke and then pulls him back up to his feet. Black takes a deep breath and hits another New Hope Powerbomb! Black
again goes for the cover, even going so far as to hook the leg.

One!

Two!

Three!

Black rolls off the unconscious Zeke and waits for the referee to raise his hand in victory. COREY TAYLOR(clapping): That is my boy… that is my boy!

ROB MARTINEZ: So much for unbiasedness.

COREY TAYLOR: What did you say Rob?

Rob smacks the taste out of Corey’s mouth. ROB MARTINEZ: Sorry Corey.

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of this match, and STILL REBEL World Heavyweight Champion…….Vincent Black!!!

Alan Stone hands Black the championship belt and he hugs it close to him as if it’ll fly away.

Black rolls out of the ring, bloody and with the title draped over his shoulder as the referee checks on the condition of Cuzin’ Zeke.

The fans in attendance clap as Zeke makes his way to his feet and to the back. All three hundred and seventy-six fans leave the parking lot happy.

ROB MARTINEZ: This is Rob Martinez, for Rebel Pro, we say so long from the Racin’ and Wrasslin’ show.

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