REBEL Underground 07/25/2009

Underground
07-25-09

***DVD Exclusive***

In good ol’ state of South Carolina, new day arise as the sun rises, beautifully in the skies. Similar to as last night, the champ gets his hands raise
once more, as he successfully defended his gold. But all the goods may sound sweet, until one is still lurking head on with possibly the greatest REBEL
Champ, ever! Jer$ey and Mack once good friends, which grew up from the same streets, went to the same schools, play on the same sports team and even same
faction in the NAPW/REBEL Wrestling. Until, jealousy and the lack of big movements accords.

Jer$ey and Mack are now enemies. Perhaps the biggest rivalry in either two careers. With being big enemies against once another, and with FTC standing practically
over the entire REBEL Locker room waiting to strike. What will happen next? Only time will tell.

—Scene Opens—

At Mack’s crib, back in Lamar, SC. He wakes up from a long nap, to smell Grandma homemade fried chicken, white rice, green peas, macaroni -n- cheese and
butter rolls.

Mack:: MMM…mmm…mmm! Smells good in here Granny.

Grandma:: I know it does baby, granny can throw down, like the champ!

Mack:: In fact you can throw down, better than the champ!

Grandma:: Dear, now your wrestling skills are way better than my cooking skills.

Mack:: I wish. But it’ll never be as close. To be honest you can’t even compare the two. It’s nothing in common.

Grandma:: You got that right.

Mack:: So what are you doing today?

Grandma:: I don’t know baby. Maybe go out pick a few tomatoes, peppers and some okras from the garden. Then maybe sew a few quilts.

Mack:: Oh ok, you better wait until it get a little cooler outside, that sun will knock you out.

Grandma:: I got this. I been doing this before you were born. So calm down. Why were you asking what I’m doing today?

Mack:: No big reason. Just asking.

Grandma:: Where is your buddy? I’m surprise you is not, out and about with him.

Mack:: Who?

Grandma:: Oh you know. He’s one of my favorites.

Mack:: Jer$ey!?

Grandma:: Oh yeah! How he’s doing? I haven’t seen him in a while.

Mack:: I guess he’s ok.

Grandma:: What you mean, you guess? You are suppose to know. Ya’ll be friends since like… forever!

Mack:: Yeah you’re right, but a few things went down and I mean we really not cool anymore.

Grandma:: Are you serious! What happen? You know you have to tell me. The two of ya’ll are larger than that ol’ Hulk Hogan and Macho Man. Didn’t think I
know them huh? I use to date Macho Man, a long time ago. In fact, I gave him that name.

Mack:: Seriously!?

Grandma:: No! You know Granny had to sneak one in. But go on ahead and tell me what happen between ya’ll two.

Mack:: Well before everything turned chaotic, me and Jer$ey basically led a dynasty stable in the wrestling business. Until one day, one of the boys stabbed
us in the back.

Grandma:: WHO STABBED MY BABY!!!???

Mack:: No no, not that kind of stab, Granny. I meant like betrayed us.

Grandma:: Oh, they don’t want me to pull out my switch.

Mack:: And the guy betrayed us and join forces with one our rivals. So me and Jer$ey was like, “Ok”! We have to bounce back and try to get things going
again. Because don’t get me wrong the guy who left us, was one tough individual. And with his departure, really took a toll on us. So I guess, all that
really stress Jer$ey out. Because the simple fact he hired such a good talent to only turn the good into bad. And it was hard for him to find a replacement.
So I told him, not to worry about it. Things can only get better. So I guess in his opinion, trying to screw me over was the way of him getting things
done in a good way.

Mack:: But I didn’t allow it, I cost him his lost at the last show.

Grandma:: And what he tried to do?

Mack:: Try to make me lose my precious title, but it didn’t go down the way he planned. And that’s what his ass gets.

Grandma:: Watch your mouth. But I think ya’ll need to work things out.

Mack:: Oh no! That will not happen. May never happen til the day, that I die.

Grandma:: Mack you shouldn’t say harsh things like that. Jer$ey was a good man. You are too. The two of ya’ll is a good combo.

Mack:: Granny, read my lips. Jer$ey and I are like the days on the calendar. It can’t not be repeated. Which means, the two of us will never become friends
again.

Grandma:: Mack, just go think about it. Seriously.

Mack:: (Shakes his head) You just don’t understand. I’m out of here.

—Mack rushes out the door

Grandma:: Mack, wait! Come back here, baby.

—Mack sits outside near the picnic table, as he reminisce about things that happened in the past. As he speaks to himself.

Mack:: Things will never be the same. Jer$ey and I were indeed homeboys. But all that sh*t crashed. Never again will I accompany him. Never again shall
I hold his back up after every downfall. I am the champ, if anybody needs to be holding backs around here. He shall be holding my back up. I’ve been the
champ since May 5th. Which basically means, I outlasted the supposedly top dog of the Young Money club. To bad, Young Money is around anymore. Which basically
means, peace into the Wrestling World. I’m not going to front, Young Money is an alright group of talents. But with Jer$ey yapping his mouth about this
and that, championships was just falling of his waist side. Quite frankly, he talked to damn much instead of showing his true side.

Mack:: Rumor has it, that Jer$ey has found a new buddy. Possible partner in crime. I wonder how long he too, will decide that Jer$ey isn’t no good!

Mack:: But it’s all good. Because Mack, is living life to the maximum fullest. Being a real good champ, feels too good. Something Jer$ey can never say.
I thanks the lord every night and day, for the wonderful joy he brings me. Once again, I’m still the REBEL World Champ. The top man in the business. And
every title defense will only make become just a much greater champ, than any other star who raised the title before me.

—Mack hops off of the picnic table and headed, towards his Chevy Tahoe, as the scene fades.

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JENNY JERSEY: The following match is the first of two matches to determine the finalists to crown a new #1 Contender Cup holder.

“Teeth Like Gods Shoeshine” by Modest Mouse hits the speakers as from the back walks a paranoid Spyke Gein in his first singles match here in Rebel Pro.
JENNY JERSEY: From Overlandpark Kansas, he stands at five feet eight inches and weighs in at one hundred and ninety pounds… SPYKE GEIN!

Spyke walks down to the ring, making sure to stay away from the crowd and slides into the ring.

“Esscence of Wounds” by Lamented Souls replaces the music in the speakers as Derrick Daze walks from the back to a mixed reaction from the crowd.

JENNY JERSEY: From Jefferson City Missouri, he stands at five feet ten inches and weighs in at one hundred and eighty-five pounds… DERRICK DAZE!

Daze walks up the steps and ducks under the top rope into the ring.

DING DING

Spyke and Derrick lock up in the center of the ring, neither man backing down and both men with something to prove here and hopefully move on to the next
match and win the Contender’s Cup. Daze goes behind Gein with a hammerlock, shoving Gein forward into the ropes, he drops the hammerlock to whip Spyke
into the ropes, Clothesline takes Spyke down to the canvas, a boot stomp to his chest pushes him back down. Daze with a leaping leg drop across Spyke’s
throat, he is up quickly pulling Spyke up to his feet. Derrick with a right hand to Spyke’s face and a chop for good measure. Daze hooks the head, over
the head suplex, but Spyke cunters in mid-air with an inverted DDT, he hooks the leg.

One… Two… T–Derrick gets a shoulder up in time, having been caught by surprise. Spyke licks Daze on the forehead before throwing him into the corner,
following in with a running forearm. Daze is bent over backwards from the impact.

ROB MARTINEZ: Gein with a flurry of offense now.

COREY TAYLOR: Of course, Johnny has taught him every thing he knows.

Spyke tries to headbutt Daze in the nose, but Daze manages a fist into his kidneys to stop his attack, Daze climbs yup the turnbuckle backwards, flipping
over Spyke with a sunset flip and a cover.

One… Two… Thr–An almost three on the surprised Spyke Gein.

ROB MARTINEZ: Close call for Spyke there.

COREY TAYLOR: But enough to kick out.

Spike up, Daze up, they meet with fists near the center of the ring, both men trading big blows, but neither going down easily. In fact, neither man going
down at all. The sound of their closed fists smacking into flesh is loud in the building, Spyke goes to throw a punch, but it is a fake, he boots Daze
in the midsection and sets him up for a DDT. Dazeback drops Spyke over into a bridging pin and holds the leg.

One… Two… Thrhee.

DING! DING! DING!

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match and advancing to next week to compete for the #1 Contender’s Cup… Derrick Daze!

ROB MARTINEZ: Daze surprised Spyke there.

COREY TAYLOR: Dirty sneaking thief that he is.

ROB MARTINEZ: Now to our next match for Daze’s opponent for next week.

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JENNY JERSEY: The following match is set for one fall and will determine the superstar to face Derrick Daze for the right to hold the Rebel Pro #1 Contender
Cup.

“The Oddities” by ICP hit the speakers as the biggest man in Rebel Pro walks through the curtain to a mixed reaction from the crowd. He is carrying a bag
of something in his hands.

JENNY JERSEY: From anywhere and everywhere, he stands at seven feet two inches and weighs in at three hundred and fifty pounds… SHUT DOWN!

He begins to hand out naked Barbie dolls that appear to be wearing La Reina de los Mariposas masks and are glued seductively to a part of the naked Shut
Down doll’s anatomy. The crowd gasps, but the guys laugh and hold their hand out for a set of these, they must be collectors or something.

ROB MARTINEZ: This is not right, hilarious, but not right.

COREY TAYLOR: Wave your hand Rob, I want one of those dolls.

Shut Down hands one to Corey Taylor and to Jenny, who blushes spectaculurly, before he climbs into the ring.

“Ghost” by Tupac hits the speakers and from the back to… crickets? Anyways here comes Prime Tyme, in the ring Shut Down is laughing at his lack of reaction,
Corey Taylor is seen making the dolls do things and laughing as well.

JENNY JERSEY: From Four Oaks North Carolina, he stands at five feet eight inches and weighs in at one hundred and thirty-four pounds… PRIME TYME!

He tries to slap the hands of the fans, but only the most devoted stick their hands out, he slides in under the bottom rope to look up at the monstorous
Shut Down.

“Baila Cassanova” by Paulina Rubio hits the speakers as from the back comes El Rey de Corazones with his beautiful sister, La Reina de los Mariposas to
a big pop.

JENNY JERSEY: From Villahermosa, Tobasco, Mexico he stands at six feet four inches and weighs in at two hundred and forty-five pounds; tonight he is accompanied
by his sister LA REINA DE LOS MARIPOSAS… EL REY DE CORAZONES!

El Rey slaps the hands of the fans as Mariposas notices the dolls for the first time, her body language changes immediately as she looks at Shut Down who
is pointing and gesturing seductively towards her.

DING DING

El Rey and Prime Tyme stare up at perhaps the biggest man in Rebel Pro, Shut Down, who looks down at his two opponents. Prime Tyme and El Rey dive at Shut
Down, who swats them away like a fly and they fall back. El Rey up quicker than Prime Tyme though and charges at Shut Down with a toe kick to his knee,
he is unable to keep standing. El Rey hooks his head and Prime Tyme is there, they go for a double vertical suplex, but Shut Down lifts them both easily
into the air, he turns and slams them down to the canvas where they bounce high on the mat. He merely laughs at their attempts to beat him. Shut Down picks
up one of the discarded nude Mariposas dolls to wave it in her face before giving a very good imitation of the Assman wiggle towards her. Mariposas jumps
up on the apron and Shut Down goes to give her a kiss when she lashes out with a vicious right hand causing Shut Down to fall back in surprise. El Rey
with a roll up.

One… Shut Down kicks out easily and is now visibly ticked off. He shoves El Rey out of the way to get to Mariposas, Prime Tyme with a dropkick to his
knee stops him from reaching the beautiful young lady and she hops down to the floor, her job having been accomplished. Shut Down looks down at his knee
then to Prime Tyme who springs with a right hand to Shut Down’s face. Prime Tyme with a springboard dropkick as El Rey with a springboard dropkick of his
own sends Shut Down to a kneeling position.

ROB MARTINEZ: Prime Tyme and El Rey working well together.

COREY TAYLOR: For now.

Prime Tyme hits the ropes to rebound and he flies through the air, in a seated position going through the ropes which drives Shut Down’s neck across the
top rope. As Shut Down bounces up from the blow, El Rey is there with a dropkick to the side of his face and Shut Down is on the mat where El Rey makes
a cover.

One… Two… Th–Prime Tyme pulls El Rey off of the pin and makes the cover himself, but El Rey will not allow it and these two men begin to trade punches
as Shut Down rolls out of the ring.

COREY TAYLOR: Told you Rob.

ROB MARTINEZ: Maybe you were right, there is no teamwork in a triple threat nor in a rumble type match.

El Rey with a big right hand, Prime Tyme catches the wrist, El Rey springs up and over Prime Tyme flipping him over to land on the canvas. El Rey wraps
the arm around his leg and falls back extending the elbow in a painful position, but Prime Tyme will not submit as Dale McDonald gets in his face to inquire.
El Rey pulls the new comer up to his feet backing him into the corner, El Rey climbs up, hurricanrana sends Prime Tyme to the middle of the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: Impressive move there from El Rey.

El Rey runs, jumping over Prime Tyme, scales the other corner and lands a beautiful back flip onto Prime Tyme and hooks the leg.

One… Two… Prime Tyme kicks out

El Rey pulls Prime Tyme back up to his feet and lifts him to a seated position on the top rope facing inside the ring. El Rey hooks him for a top rope superplex
and they are in the air, flipping? Somehow Prime Tyme manages to block the move and both men land on their necks in the middle of the ring. El Rey managed
to land in a pinning predicament and here is the count.

One… Two… Shut Down breaks the pin, he picks Prime Tyme up and nails the Shake Machine on him. He looks over to El Rey and lifts him up as well, Shake
Machine to El Rey, he makes the cover on both men by placing a boot on both of their throats.

One…

Shut Down flexes his muscles at Mariposas.

Two…

He puts his hands in a certain gesture to her as the referee counts.

Three.

DING! DING! DING!

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match and facing Derrick Daze for the #1 Contender cup… Shut Down!

COREY TAYLOR: The other two never stood a chance.

ROB MARTINEZ: He is big, he is strong, is he unstoppable?

COREY TAYLOR: Yep, he sure is unstoppable.

ROB MARTINEZ: Now we go on to watch a member of FTC go up against Derek Stephen Taylor, can Cuzin’ Zeke get the job done… let’s find out.

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JENNY JERSEY: The following singles match is set for one fall with a fifteen minute time limit.

“Shadow of the Season” plays, and the fans boo as the next match is about to begin.

JENNY JERSEY: This match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, accompanied by Fantastic Andy Strickland; from London, England, weighing two hundred
and thirty five pounds: Derek Stephen Taylor!

The REBEL fans don’t take well to the blue blood, with his fancy robe and such. DST has an arrogant smirk on his face as the fans boo him. He knows he can
buy and sell them, and if it came down to it, he could beat the Holy Hell out of any of them too. “The Beverly Hillbillies” theme takes over the speakers,
and there are more boos, but the reception isn’t 100% negative for DST’s opponent.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent! From Turkey Cross, Kentucky, weighing two hundred and sixty three pounds: Cuzin Zeke!

Zeke steps through the ropes and sizes up his opponent. DST stands center ring as referee Jimmy Johnson calls for the bell. Taylor gives Zeke a hard slap
across the face, just to set the tone early on. Zeke responds with a hard right hand, which gets a cheer, but the fans are still not sure how they feel
about him. Taylor tries to go for an arm bar, but Zeke knees the Brit in the gut, then hip tosses him to the mat. He drops an elbow across Taylor’s chest,
then goes for a quick cover. Taylor kicks out before even a one count. Zeke is to his feet first, and he stomps the blue blood several times, then lays
in with forearm smashes to the back of the head and neck. Taylor escapes out of the ring to the floor, but Zeke is quick to follow. He grabs Taylor and
whips him into the guard rail… Taylor reverses! Zeke is momentarily stunned, and Taylor follows up with a European Uppercut. He rolls Zeke back into
the ring, then slides in, and locks on a rear chinlock. The REBEL fans want more violence than this, but Taylor just smirks as he wrestles his own match,
and plays by his own rules. Zeke starts to power out of the hold, then makes it to his feet, while Taylor tries to keep a grip on the chinlock… Zeke
with a mule kick, and Taylor releases the hold! He follows up with a clothesline, and DST goes down! And now He grabs his slop bucket from the corner,
and waits for Taylor to get to his feet. DST has his back to Zeke, and doesn’t know as he turns around…

ROB MARTINEZ: I’m surprised to hear some cheers for Zeke here.

COREY TAYLOR: They are probably just his family, most of the people in these parts are related.

CRACK! Zeke brings the bucket down hard over the head of Taylor, and the fans certainly appreciate that. Zeke goes for a cover! One… two… Taylor gets
a foot on the bottom rope.

ROB MARTINEZ: Close call there.

COREY TAYLOR: Hard to know who is going to pull out a victory here.

He rolls onto his side, and we can see he’s been busted open. Zeke drags Taylor up, and whips him to the ropes. Taylor rebounds into a massive spinebuster
from Zeke! Taylor planted into the mat, and Zeke hooks the leg for a cover! One… two… Fantastic Andy is on the ring apron, and Johnson goes to shoo
him away. Zeke is up, and he grabs Andy by the lapels and rears back to deck him…

ROB MARTINEZ: Andy shouldn’t have been there.

COREY TAYLOR: Zeke shouldn’t manhandle someone of Andy’s position either!

ROB MARTINEZ: Don’t play with matches unless you want to get burned.

COREY TAYLOR: Who has matches? I see no stinking matches.

Taylor with a low blow, and Zeke releases Andy! Andy hands Taylor a chair, and DST brings it down across the back of his opponent! Taylor, a bloody and
battered mess having to change the rules in order to survive. He brings the chair up, ready to slam it over Zeke’s head… Zeke blocks it, boots Taylor
in the gut, then DESTROYS the chair over DST’s head! Taylor stumbles forward, and Zeke sets him up for a piledriver! Drives him into the mat! And now Zeke
goes to the top rope… MUDPUDDLE!! He covers! One… two…

Zeke pulls Taylor up off the mat! The fans boo, Johnson yells at him for not finishing things, but Zeke has something on his mind, as he climbs to the top
rope again, and delivers ANOTHER Mudpuddle! He covers, and Johnson counts

ONE… TWO… THREE!!

JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner: CUZIN ZEKE!!

The reaction is still mixed for Zeke, but after this match, the boos are stronger. Zeke, however, is happy to get the win.

COREY TAYLOR: Zeke finally showing what it takes to be a big star here in Rebel Pro.

ROB MARTINEZ: He had the win but pulled Taylor up for another mudpuddle.

COREY TAYLOR: Exactly, wanted to make sure he had put him away.

ROB MARTINEZ: Now we move on to the tag te… who is that?

“Unstoppable” by E.S. Posthumus hit the speakers and a man emerged from the back which the Rebel Pro fans had never seen before. His head is shaved bald
and his eyes seem hollow and empty. They also seem volatile. Wearing a brown leather jacket over the top of a black t-shirt featuring a white skulll, with
a jagged tooth jaw, the man pops his collar as he looks out over the fans. He has a microphone in his hand and makes a cutthroat gesture, advising the
technicians to cut his music.

MAN: People often say to me, “Sam, whaddaya think the problem with professional wrestling is today? Where do you think it all went wrong?” I’ve been wrestlin’
in Japan for six years. Japan was the place where I learnt my craft. Honed my craft. Understood what it means to be a professional wrestler.

The man, who called himself “Sam”, runs his hand down the length of his face before continuing his speech.

SAM: Some people think that question is tough to answer. What IS…. the problem with professional wrestling in today’s day and age? What IS the problem
with professional wrestling in the United States of America? Well… the answer ain’t so difficult at all. Because it’s really quite simple. Matter of
fact… it’s elementary. Because the problem with professional wrestling America today is this…

He smirks a sadistic smirk across his face and slowly but surely extends his hand out, pointing at the fans and moving 180 degrees, just so they all feel
like they’ve been singled out.

SAM: The problem… is… YOU! The fans! The problem with pro-wrestling is the bookers stopped listening to their brains and started listening to the “masses”
who foot the bill for their over priced buffoonery and wicked high spots. Sure… you sheep might bleet to the tune of a thousand fluorescent light bulbs
being smashed over the heads of people depicting the term “professional wrestler”… but there’s nothin’ “professional” about spillin’ your blood so inept,
mindless zombies like you can cheer to your stupid throats get hoarse.

The fans began to boo this stranger standing on the stage, but it did not deter him. It seemed to burn the anger within brighter and he continues with his
rant.

SAM: The man you’re looking at on this stage, here at Rebel Pro, is the man who is going to change the face of professional wrestling. Single-handedly…
I’m going to show these one-trick ponies… these high-spot hacks… these grinder monkeys… what it means to be a professional wrestler. I’m going to
bring some credibility back to this wrestling-god forsaken country. My name is Sam Skull. There’s no need for me to tell you to remember my name… because
my actions speak louder than my words. I’m not just a man. I’m a God… damned… wrestling… LEGACY!

Sam Skull rose both of his fists high above his head as E.S. Posthumus hit the speakers again. Those fists lowered as a sick smile formed on his face. Skull
turns his back on the fans heading to the back, satisfied that his message had been delivered to the Rebel Pro roster and management alike.

ROB MARTINEZ: Big words from Sam Skull, can he back them up?

COREY TAYLOR: Of course he can.

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JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following match is set for one fall with a twenty minute time limit.

“Cyberwats” hits the speakers as from the back to crickets chirping is, Devastation and Kayoken, Sons of Destruction.

JENNY JERSEY: At a total combined weight of five hundred and seventy pounds… DEVASTATION and KAYOKEN SHIRO… THE SONS OF DESTRUCTION!

These two men do not seemed to be letting the silence bother them as they walk into the ring to wait on the Jonas Brothers.

“Everyone I Went To High School With Is Dead” hits the speakers as from the back comes Jim and Tommy Jonas accompanied by Edna Glickman to a mixed reaction.
JENNY JERSEY: At a total combined weight of four hundred and sixty-six pounds, being accompanied by Edna Glickman, JIM and TOMMY, THE JONAS BROTHERS!

They climb into the ring and face Sons of Destruction.

DING DING

Kayoken and Tommy start off the match with the traditional collar and elbow tie up, but Tommy with a a brass knuckled punch to the skull of Kayoken sends
him falling backwards, Tommy with another quick punch sends Kayoken down to the mat. He pulls the still new Rebel Pro wrestler up to his feet whipping
him towards his brother Jim and they make a tag. Jim comes in, taking the wristlock from Tommy, to boot Kayoken in the midsection and he delivers an elbow
drop onto Kayoken’s shoulder for good measure. Jim takes the brass knuckles from his brother, vicious right hand into Kayoken’s temple busting him open
with the force of the blow. He sits him up on the top turnbuckle, tagging in his brother, Tommy climbs to the top, leaping to bring Kayoken down with a
hurricanrana. He quickly drags Kayoken back to their corner to tag in Jim Jonas. Jim comes in, abdominal stretch on Kayoken, who is in a world of hurt,
he tags in Tommy who leaps with a dropkick into the stretched ribs of Kayoken.

ROB MARTINEZ: Kayoken is in a world of hurt here.

COREY TAYLOR: Total domination by the Jonas Brothers.

Devastation has had enough as he roars in with a forearm smash breaking Jim’s grip on Kayoken. Devastation with a big right hand to Tommy sends him going
over the top rope backwards. Devastation grabs Jim around the throat, chokeslam to the canvas. He lifts Kayoken up to lay him down in their corner before
turning back to Jim and Tommy Jonas. Jim is getting back up, right hand to Devastation’s ribs, Tommy flies from the top turnbuckle with a chair, cracking
Devastation over the head with the steel chair. Devastation laughs at Tommy, who gulps and looks to his brother. Double head cracker as Devastation slams
the Jonas Brothers’ heads together, they fall down to the mat. Double chokeslam sends them down to the canvas and he steps on Jim’s chest.

One… Two… Jim manages to kick out barely in time.

ROB MARTINEZ: Total domination by Devastation here in the match.

COREY TAYLOR: Look at the size of him, and he has to pick on Jim and Tommy like that.

Jim rolls out of the ring to collect his bearings as Tommy is left in the ring, and Tommy is picked up by the big Devastation. He lifts Tommy up for a big
powerbomb in the center of the ring, but Edna Glickman is waving… her bra? Edna has taken off her bra and is waving it in the face of the big Devastation
to grab his attention; her chest is just flopping around in her loose fitting shirt and Rob Martinez looks like he is going to be sick on the announce
table. Devastation begins to cough and gag as he lowers Tommy to the canvas, he turns for the ropes, Jim with a swinging fire extinguisher takes him off
his feet with a loud resounding thunk. Devastation falls into a swinging neckbreaker from Tommy Jonas, but he can’t quite finish off the move. Kayoken
rushes in, having regained his senses, Edna shoves a pair of her panties in his mouth? Kayoken throws up on Tommy, who nails a right hand. Kayoken is throwing
up again, swinging neckbreaker as puke flies in an arch to splatter on the canvas. The panties are still in his mouth as Tommy steps on his chest to make
a cover.

One… Two… Three.

DING! DING! DING!

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

Rob and Corey are both gagging at the announce table so there is no commentary about the ending of the match. Tommy bends down to put the panties into his
tights and walks away nonchalantly.

We take a brief intermission as the ring crew comes to change the canvas to a clean and fresher looking one; at least there is no puke on it.

ROB MARTINEZ: Folks we are back and next up… whew, we have the match between Mike “Assman” Trey and Mikey Massacre.

COREY TAYLOR: Should be very interesting to see how long Mikey allows Mike to remain in the match.

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JENNY JERSEY: The following match will be held under Assman rules. This means there will be the possibility of being disqualified, there will be a ten
count both inside the ring and outside the ring. Introducing first…

“Heavy Metal Machine” hits the speakers and the crowd’s reaction is not a welcoming one as they raise the roof with boos and jeers. Mikey Massacre walks
from the back, shooting the crowd a double bird.

JENNY JERSEY: From Albuquerque New Mexico, he stands at six feet and weighs in at two hundred and thirty-five pounds, he is one half of the Rebel Pro Tag
Team Champions and FTC member… MIKEY MASSACRE!

Mikey climbs into the ring as the music dies away.

“Why Don’t We Do It In The Road” comes to life and the boos immediately change to cheers as from the back runs Mike “Assman” Trey, slapping the hands of
the fans. He is wearing his trademark black t-shirt, but this time with the words “I’m The Assman”. He removes the shirt throwing it to a lucky lady at
ringside.

JENNY JERSEY: From Manchester England, he stands at six feet one inch and weighs in at two hundred and thirty pounds… MIKE “ASSMAN” TREY!

Mike slides into the ring, he faces Mikey, he is ready to go and the crowd knows it.

DING DING

Referee Jimmy Johnson explains the rules to each man in this match before backing out of their way. Mikey and Mike circle each other in the middle of the
ring, both looking for a weakness on the other, both looking to strike first; Jimmy Johnson stands back to wait. Lock up, Mikey pushes back on Mike, but
Trey drops the lock up for an arm drag, Mikey down to the canvas; Mike backs up away from Massacre. Mikey gets up, livid at being humiliated and charges
at Trey, Japanese arm drag sends Mikey up and over with a Japanese arm drag; Trey laughs as he stands back up.

ROB MARTINEZ: Mikey being taunted here by Assman.

COREY TAYLOR: He is laughing now, but will he be at the end of the match?

They go for another collar and elbow tie up, but Mikey dives at the last second for a shoulder block into Trey’s midsection, swinging neckbreaker sends
Trey down to the canvas. Mikey up quickly with a leg drop across Trey’s throat, but Trey out of the way quickly enough to avoid the leg. Assman is up,
but Mikey with a sideheadlock on the Assman of Rebel Pro. Mikey with a few stiff punches into Trey’s face, but Jimmy warns him about the closed fists;
Mikey shoots Jimmy a bird for his information. Mike lifts Mikey up and drops him with an atomic drop, followed by a running bulldog to the canvas.

ROB MARTINEZ: Assman using one of Mikey’s favorite moves there.

COREY TAYLOR: The thief.

Mike lifts Mikey up in a fireman’s carry position and flips him over his head for a Samoan driver, but Mikey pushes himself to flip faster countering with
a three quarter facelock into a stunner. Assman falls back holding at his throat as Massacre holds the ankle of Trey, driving a knee into Trey’s knee.
Mikey is taunting Trey as he grinds in an ankle lock on his ankle and his knee into Trey’s knee. Trey sits up, but Mikey falls back still with the anklelock,
but with an added hyperextension of Trey’s left knee; Trey falls back to the canvas groaning in pain. Massacre sits back up to fall backwards when Trey
catches his chest with a slap, then catching his ankle with a front anklelock. Mikey drops his anklelock, Trey drops his, Massacre is up to his feet, but
Trey is wobbling slightly on his now injured leg. Massacre comes running with a clothesline, Trey with a drop toe hold sends Mikey’s face into the middle
turnbuckle padding. Trey gets back up, pulling Massacre back up to his feet, shoving him backwards into the corner, chop, chop, forearm, and another chop;
the crowd is going wild. Trey climbs up, monkey flip sends Mikey across the ring to slide on his back. Massacre sits up, turning to get up to meet Trey
head on, Mike there with a right forearm sending Mikey backwards into the corner, another right forearm has him firmly in the corner. Massacre with a thumb
to the eyes draws the boos of the crowd and Jimmy’s attention as he warns Mikey that things like that aren’t legal in this match.

ROB MARTINEZ: There Mikey goes again with his cheating.

COREY TAYLOR: What are you talking about, I didn’t see anything.

Massacre with a European uppercut and he tosses Trey into the corner. Mikey climbs up and kisses his right hand before throwing the first punch. Trey shoves
Massacre backwards preventing the first of what surely was ten punches. Trey wipes at his eyes before walking over to the now standing Mikey Massacre,
Mikey with a go behind into a rear waistlock, German suplex. Trey’s head snaps on the canvas, Mikey rolls up for another, Trey’s head slams into the canvas
a second time, Mikey rolls up for a third one; Trey drops down to a seated position bringing Massacre’s chin down on top of his head. Mikey drops the rear
waistlock in favor of holding his chin trying to rub away the pain. Trey shakes his head to clear the cobwebs as he walks towards Mikey Massacre. He boots
Mikey in the midsection, hooks the leg and head, fisherman’s suplex into a pin.

One… Two… Mikey kicks out just as Vincent Black and Cuzin’ Zeke come rushing out from the back. Trey gets up to meet them head on.

ROB MARTINEZ: What are they doing out here.

COREY TAYLOR: Protecting their interest.

Mikey rolls Trey up for a pin.

One… Two.. He manages to kick out as Jimmy’s hand nearly slaps the three. Mikey gets up to wave Black and Zeke away when there is another surprise roll
up for a pin.

One… Two… Th–Mikey kicks out wildly preventing the Assman win. Black and Zeke come closer, Jimmy is forced to eye them, Mikey digs his thumbs into
Trey’s eyes to blind him. Massacre hooks him in a front facelock, hooks the leg, swinging fisherman’s suplex. Mikey rolls over, releasing the finish of
the move to drop a knee across Trey’s elbow. Black and Zeke walk back up the aisle and into the back to let Mikey do his thing.

ROB MARTINEZ: Glad to see they left.

COREY TAYLOR: You are just intimidated by their talent.

Mikey pulls Trey back up to his feet, shoving him backwards into the corner where he lifts him to the top turnbuckle. Mikey follows him up, hooking him
in a front facelock and draping his arm over his neck. Mikey lifts, but Trey hooks his feet under the ring bolt, Massacre lifts again, but again Trey blocks
the superplex attempt. Mikey with a forearm shot, but Trey blocks it, Trey with a right hand, Mikey blocks it. Mikey with a right, Trey with a right, these
two are brawling on the top turnbuckle. Mikey slips after Trey’s right hand connects with his temple, Trey shoves him backwards. Massacre stumbles as he
lands, Trey dives flipping over Massacre and catching him with a neckbreaker as he flips over him. The crowd explodes, but both men are down on the canvas.
Jimmy Johnson begins his count in this “Assman Rules” match.

One. Two. Three. Four. Five.

The crowd is getting behind Assman, trying to give him enough cheering to get him up.

Six.

He is moving, but can he get up?

Seven.

Mike is on the bottom rope, but Mikey is on the bottom rope as well.

Eight.

Trey on the middle rope reaching for the top, but Massacre is doing the exact same thing.

Nine…

Both men are up, they charge at each other.

ROB MARTINEZ: Almost a no contest there.

COREY TAYLOR: Massacre would have beaten the count easily.

Double clothesline sends both men back down to the canvas, the crowd is chanting.

“We love Assman” (clap, clap, clap clap clap) “We love Assman” (clap, clap, clap clap clap)

ROB MARTINEZ: The crowd behind Assman here as he is back up to his feet.

COREY TAYLOR: But Mikey is also back up.

Mikey with a high knee lift, but Mike catches the leg, spins around and plants Mikey to the mat with a desperation spinebuster, but Mikey is too near the
ropes for a pin. Mike pulls Massacre out from the ropes,and wraps the leg, Assman is going for the figure four leglock. Massacre tries to stop it, but
Trey falls back, Massacre sits up, grunting fromthe pain. He is trying to reach Trey to punch, claw, or do whatever to break the hold, but Trey is laying
back, putting pressure on that knee. Massacre rolls to the left, almost got it… rolls quickly to the right, again almost has it flipped over… quick
roll to the left and the momentum sends him rolling over to flip the figure fourr’s pain to Trey’s injured leg. Trey releases the submission quickly and
shoves up to his feet. Trey hits the ropes as Mikey gets back up to his feet. Mikey with a clothesline, Trey ducks under rebounding from the opposite ropes
crossbody but Mikey catches him and parades to the center of the ring. Mike with a knee into Massacre’s side, he spins, swinging DDT sends Mikey’s head
into the canvas; Trey hooks the leg and covers.

One… Two… Thr–Massacre rolls a shoulder up to stop Trey from winning. Trey looks a bit frustrated, but shoves Mikey into the ropes, Massacre reverses,
Trey is sent running again. Leap frog over Mikey, spin, boot to the gut and another DDT here in the match, Mikey is driven forehead first into the canvas.
Mike lifts Mikey up throwing him into the corner where he climbs throwing right hand after right hand, Mikey shoves him backwards. Trey lands on his feet,
his knee buckles a bit, but he regains enough to dropkick Mikey in the corner. Mike is up again quickly, going for another monkey flip.

ROB MARTINEZ: Both men giving it their all, no denying that.

COREY TAYLOR: Mikey isn’t even trying hard.

In mid flip, Massacre counters the monkey flip into a body press flattening Mike Trey into the mat. Massacre gets to his feet wobbly, but determined, he
points to Assman and tells Jimmy to count and see if he is knocked out. Jimmy begins to count. The crowd boos at Mikey’s actions, or is it the fact that
Zeke has come back down the aisle? Either way they are booing, Jimmy turns to find Zeke there, his attention away from Mike Trey and Mikey Massacre. Massacre
quickly goes through the ropes as Jimmy and Zeke are exchanging words back and forth, Zeke saying he just wants to watch the match up close. Mikey has
gotten a chair, he gets Mike up to his feet, checks on Jimmy again and nails himself with the chair? Blood is pouring from Mikey’s forehead as he tosses
the chair to Mike Trey who catches it. Jimmy Johnson turns around just in time to see Mikey falling down to the canvas in a crumpled heap. Jimmy Johnson
looks at Mike, shaking his head, and calls for the bell.

JENNY JERSEY: Winner as a result of a disqualification… Mikey Massacre!

ROB MARTINEZ: But Mikey hit himself!

COREY TAYLOR: Who is holding the chair?

ROB MARTINEZ: Mike Trey is.

COREY TAYLOR: Exactly.

The crowd boos again as from the back runs Vincent Black, him and Zeke hit the ring at the same time. Mike swings the chair, Vincent ducks, Zeke ducks,
Mikey spears Trey’s back. Assman drops the chair at Vincent’s feet, all three men begin to pummel Assman in the middle of the ring. Mikey instructs Zeke
and Black to hold him up, they do so. Mikey hands them the chair, which they hold in front of Assman’s face, Mikey with a running dropkick into the chair
which smashes into Assman’s face; he falls down to the mat. The crowd cheers as “Notorious” Mack runs down to the ring, FTC are waiting on him. The crowd
still cheers as Shut Down rushes down to the ring as well, just behind Mack. Both big men hit the ring to take on FTC, but the cowards they are, they flee
the ring to fight another day. Mack points out at Mikey and motions for him to come and get some.

ROB MARTINEZ: Why are they leaving now? The damn cowards!

COREY TAYLOR: They aren’t leaving because they are scared, but because the fans want them to fight and they hate giving the fans what they want.

Shut Down points to Cuzin’ Zeke and motions for him to come and get some too, but FTC is having no part of this as they push their way through the crowd.
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JENNY JERSEY: The following match is set for one fall with no time limit and is one of two 2009 Aerial Assault Tournament Semi-Finals.

“The Oddities” by ICP spreads its way through the speakers as from the back carrying a box of Get Smart dolls is The Freak. The crowd gives him a mixed
reaction surprised that he is got normal dolls for once, until he pulls out dolls dressed in drag, except for an Agent 99 doll that is dressed in dom gear.
Some of the fans laugh as The Freak sits the box near the announce table and flips into the ring, Shut Down backs off to watch the action beside the announce
table.

JENNY JERSEY: From anywhere and everywhere, he stands at five feet seven inches, and weighs in at one hundred and eighty pounds accompanied by his tag team
partner Shut Down… THE FREAK!

Inside the ring, The Freak gives a bow and salute to the crowd before handing an Agent 99 doll to Jenny.

“Facing The Thousand” by Light This City airs up and from the back to a mixed reaction, but more cheers than boos, is Danny Chaos.

JENNY JERSEY: “From Glens Falls New York, he stands at five feet nine inches and weighs in at two hundred pounds even… he is… DANNY CHAOS!

Danny sprints down the aisle, sliding under the bottom rope to face The Freak across the ring.

DING DING

COREY TAYLOR: The Freak going to do some damage here.

ROB MARTINEZ: Chaos made no fans associating himself with Vincent Black.

They go for a collar and elbow tieup, but Chaos with a double leg takedown, Freak with a punch to the top of Danny’s head. Danny grabs an ankle and pushes
himself over flipping Freak onto his front, Danny with an ankle lock. Freak kicks back catching Danny in the shoulder and the hold is released. Freak rolls
over quickly as Danny goes for an elbow drop, Danny catches canvas, Freak up on his feet quickly taking Danny down with a shoulder block. Danny hits his
back but kips up quickly behind Freak’s back. The Freak turns to face Danny, collar and elbow tie up. Freak backs Danny into the corner, but Danny drops
the lockup quickly, going for a drop toe hold sending Freak’s face right into the padding. Freak’s head bounces back, Danny with a neckbreaker and Freak
is holding at his neck.

ROB MARTINEZ: No aerial moves yet, but the technical aspect is wonderful.

COREY TAYLOR: You spoke too soon there Mr. Magoo.

Danny springs to the top turnbuckle flipping forward with a body splash, but Freak manages to lift his knees right into Chaos’ midsection winding his opponent.
Freak in the ropes, rebounding with a baseball slide dropkick sending Choas to the outside. Freak pulls himself up, climbing to the top turnbuckle, diving
off with a corkscrew flip in mid-air, Danny chatches him, spinebuster onto the mat. The crowd groans from the impact Freak’s back made with the outside
mat. Shut Down backs away from the action letting these two men fight amongst themselves. Danny rolls Freak off of himself before pulling him up and Irish
whipping him into the apron, Freak leaps to the apron, flipping backwards with a moonsault, piledriver onto the mat and Freak is hurting now. Danny, with
a smile on his face and a weary look at Shut Down, rolls Freak into the ring where he locks in an Anaconda Vice triangle choke hold, in the middle of the
ring. Freak seems to be fading fast, but Chaos is still trying to lock in the hold properly, Freak is fighting it with everything he is worth. Freak with
one leg under him shoves sideways, getting some room for his arm, he manages to elbow his way out of the hold somehow. Chaos throws a right hand, Freak
ducks under, belly to back suplex. Chaos is down.

ROB MARTINEZ: Freak able to prevent Chaos from synching in that devastating choke hold.

COREY TAYLOR: That could be the turning point of the match.

Freak falls down on top of Chaos, but only receives a one count before Danny gets a shoulder up. Freak pulls him up to his feet, Irish whip into the ropes,
Chaos with a springboard back fist, Freak quickly catches the arm, hooks the other arm in a full nelson, he slams Chaos face first onto the canvas. Freak
climbs to the top turnbuckle and dives with aleg drop that catches canvas as Danny rolls out of the way. Freak rolls to hold at his backside and is up,
Danny charges with a spear slamming Freak back first into the corner, knife edge chop from Chaos, a second. Freak’s chest is turning red as he winces with
each blow, Chaos is determined to not hold anything back. Side headlock from Chaos, he runs forward leaping into the air, Freak shoves him forward; Chaos
slides on his ass to crotch himself on the opposite ringpost. Freak is up, dropkick into the back of Danny’s head sends him face first onto the middle
turnbuckle padding.

COREY TAYLOR: That is going to ruin Danny’s night.

ROB MARTINEZ: Freak showing why he deserves the win though.

COREY TAYLOR: As is Danny Chaos.

ROB MARTINEZ: I think this is the first time we’ve agreed on anything.

Freak, with a look of determination, pulls Danny back up, forearm to the face followed up by a knife edge chop to the chest backing Danny into the corner.
whip into the other corner and Freak follows. Danny scales the corner, flipping over Freak, dropkick sends Freak into the top turnbuckle. As Freak rebounds,
Danny with a reverse bulldog, leg hook and the cover.

One… Two… Thr–Freak manages to get a shoulder up just in the nick of time. Danny grabs Freak’s wrists and places a knee in between Freak’s shoulder
blades, he wrenches back causing Freak to grunt in pain. Freak sways to the left, then right, then left again, but Danny rolls with each and every swaying
attempt Freak makes, continuing to keep the hold locked in; wearing Freak down. The Freak gets one foot underneath himself and shoves backwards, and Danny
lands on his back, the hold still locked in. Freak’s legs dangle down, but Danny is in a pinning predicament.

One… Two… Thr–Danny rolls to the left slightly to stop the pin, but is still managing to keep it locked in. Freakfalls back down, gets his feet under
his weight and flips over backwards, teh hold is broken and Freak holds at his shoulders as he sits on the canvas. Danny rolls over, determination etched
in every part of his face. He charges at Freak.

ROB MARTINEZ: Danny showing his determination here.

COREY TAYLOR: Freak showing his athleticism in getting out of that hold.

Freak catches Danny in a headlock, down to the canvas with a single arm DDT, Danny isn’t moving, but neither is Freak. Since there is no count-outs in Rebel
Pro, the match must continue, but shortly Freak begins to move as Danny is starting to show signs of life as well here. Freak uses the ropes to pull himself
up, Danny using his own strength and endurance to do the same. Freak with a boot to Danny’s midsection, he hooks the leg and head, suplex into a bridging
pin.

One… Two… Thr–No, Danny rolls up a shoulder just before the three.

ROB MARTINEZ: Close call there for Chaos.

COREY TAYLOR: Freak almost had it, but the resiliant Choas showing why he has made it this far.

Danny rolls to his feet, Freak there as well, double clothesline sends both men down, Chaos kips up to his feet, Freak doing the same. Another double clothesline,
but Danny ducks under the extended arm, grabbing the waist of Freak, German suplex into a bridging pin.

One… Two… Thr–Freak kicks backwards out of the pin and on his feet immediately. Freak into the ropes as Danny is getting back to his feet, boot to
Danny’s face–NO! Danny catches the boot, and twists. Freak with an enzeguri, but Danny ducks under, bulldog to the canvas and Freak’s face is planted
harshly into the mat. Chaos springs from the middle rope with a lionsault landing squarely on Freak’s back, he rolls him over.

One… Two… Freak kicks out with some authority. Chaos pulls Freak up peppering Freak with rights and lefts, Freak falls pulling Danny through the ropes
to the outside. Freak, still in the ring, hits the ropes as Danny gets back up to his feet. Freak dives through the ropes onto Danny, catching his head
in mid-air flipping over into a neckbreaker on the outside. Both men are down as the crowd begins to chant “Holy Shit!” over and over. Freak back up, a
smile plastered on his face and rolls Chaos back into the ring. He climbs onto the apron, grabs the top rope, and flips over with a leg drop onto Danny’s
throat, he hooks the leg with a cover.

One… Two… T–Danny rolls a shoulder up.

ROB MARTINEZ: Back and forth, back and forth, neither man with a definite advantage.

COREY TAYLOR: Freak with an advantage for now though. Freak pulls Danny back up, shoving him backwards into the corner, he climbs up, monkey flip… NO!
Danny lands on his feet, spear from Danny, no wait, he hits Freak with his shoulder, flips up catching Freak around the neck and head with his legs and
flips him over into the center of the ring. The crowd is now going wild for this match. Danny wastes no time in climbing to the top turnbuckle and waits.
Freak gets up to his feet, back to Chaos, and Danny dives with a missile dropkick sending Freak into the corner. Freak bounces out of the corner, Danny
hooks him up for a pin.

One… Two… Th–Freak gets a shoulder up and another near fall in this match; it is close to call now. Danny is up, Freak takes him down with a clothesline,
Chaos on his back. Freak with an elbow drop to Danny’s throat. Freak waits for Danny to get up, taking a breather, and Chaos obliges. Freak with a roundhouse
kick and Danny is down on his back again. Freak climbs to the top turnbuckle and a swanton bomb to Chaos, but Danny moves, Freak lands on his hands and
knees able to absorb much of the punishment that way. Danny with a boot to the face, Freak trips him up. Danny able to kick Freak in the shoulder as he
falls to the mat. Freak rolls to his back as both men are now on the canvas.

COREY TAYLOR: What else can happen?

ROB MARTINEZ: A lot of things.

Freak and Chaos are back up, Freak dives, Chaos with a small package pin.

One… Two… Freak rolls over and now Danny is pinned.

One… Two… Three.

DING! DING! DING!

COREY TAYLOR: Holy *bleep*!

ROB MARTINEZ: A surprise pin is enough!

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match and going to the finals of the 2009 Aerial Assault tournament….

The Freak!

The crowd get on their feet, cheering both men on because they felt that both men deserved to make it to the finals.

COREY TAYLOR: And everyone thought Ravager versus Chad Kurtis should have been the finals.

The crowd begins to boo as Cuzin’ Zeke comes through the crowd, nailing Shut Down with his horse shoe and slop bucket, Shut Down goes down in a heap and
is bloodied from the attack. Zeke lifts up the bucket, to bring it down once more before leaving up the aisle, Shut Down unconscious beside the ring.

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Jenny Jersey stands in the middle of the ring as she brings the microphone to her mouth.

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is an Aerial Assault semi-finals match and is scheduled for one fall.

“Path” by Apocalyptica hits the PA system. Ravager emerges from the back to a scattered cheers and a large chorus of boos.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, representing New Alberta Pro Wrestling, from Brooklyn New York, weighing in tonight at two hundred ten pounds. RAVAGER!
“Cocky” by Kid Rock cues up on the PA but it can hardly be heard as the REBEL fans go nuts for “The Show” Chad Kurtis.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent, representing REBEL Pro Wrestling, fighting out of Durham North Carolina, weighing in at two hundred thirty pounds, “THE
SHOW” CHAD KURTIS!

Both men are now in the ring standing toe to toe. Referee Dale McDonald is about to call for the bell when Chad stops him.

COREY TAYLOR: Looks like “The Show” is afraid to get this match started.

ROB MARTINEZ: I doubt that very much. Chad looks more focused than I’ve ever seen him.

Chad extends a hand to Ravager… And Ravager takes it.

COREY TAYLOR: Come on, sucker punch the cocky little bas…

ROB MARTINEZ: Hey now, there’s nothing wrong with these two showing their mutual respect for one another. Now let’s get this match started.

Dale McDonald calls for the bell and this match starts with an elbow-and-collar-tie-up. Chad with an arm drag to Ravager who rolls through it and is quickly
back on his feet. They go back in to another elbow-and-collar-tie-up, this time it’s Ravager with an arm drag. Chad quickly kips up back into a fighting
stance. They square off for another elbow-and-collar-tie-up, Chad goes for a knee but Ravager catches his leg. A dragon whip delivered to the injured leg
of “The Show”. Ravager quick to capitalize and goes for a spinning toe hold. Chad powers out of the hold with his free leg and sends Ravager face first
into the second turnbuckle. It’s Chad’s turn to capitalize as he delivers a back suplex to the stunned Ravager. “The Show” Follows it up with an elbow
drop across the chest of his fallen opponent. Chad picks up Ravager and sends him to the ropes with an Irish Whip… into a Samoan Drop.

ROB MARTINEZ: And “The Show” is taking an early advantage in this match. It seems that his ACL isn’t bothering him at all anymore.

COREY TAYLOR: It’s too early to tell but I’m going on a limb to say that “The Show” has started taking steroids.

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh would you shut up. Chad Kurtis would be the last person to need to take that kind of short cut.

Chad hits the ropes and lands a lionsault to the prone Ravager. He stays for the cover and Dale McDonald gets in position to make the count.

One…

Two… and Ravager kicks out with surprising authority.

Chad brings Ravager to his feet and sends him to the rope with another Irish Whip, no a reversal, and Chad springboards off the rope and hits the Showtime!
ROB MARTINEZ: Oh my, this one might be over early folks.

COREY TAYLOR: I’m telling you, Kurtis had to have had some chemical help to pull off a win against Ravager this quickly.

ROB MARTINEZ: And I’ll be sure to let him know your opinion on the matter.

COREY TAYLOR: You wouldn’t.

Chad back on his feet but doesn’t go in for the cover. He’s heading to the turnbuckle and starts to climb to the top. Chad leaps into a Prime Time splash
and hits hard on the mat as Ravager moved out of the way just in time. Ravager back to his feet and positions himself for the Garrotte. He Locks It In.
Chad reaching for the ropes to try to break the hold but comes up short. Dale McDonald in the perfect spot to see if Chad Kurtis submits to the hold. Chad
is manages to pull himself closer to the ropes but is still just short of reaching them. Ravager applies more pressure to the hold trying to get “The Show”
to quit however Chad is still reaching, reaching, he makes it to the bottom rope and Ravager breaks the hold out of respect. Chad slowly pulls himself
up by the ropes as Ravager kicks the back of Chad’s knee sending flipping hard back down to the canvas. Ravager grabs the hurting leg of Chad and moves
in to apply a Figure-Four. Chad too close to the ropes however and Ravager breaks the hold. Ravager grabs Chad and brings him to his feet. An Irish Whip
into the turnbuckle followed by a running knee to the mid section. Ravager lifts Chad to the top turnbuckle… Superplex, and Chad is in a bad spot here.
Ravager back to the top and… Moonsault! Dale McDonald runs to position for the cover.

One…

Two…

Thre…

ROB MARTINEZ: And Ravager is moving on to the finals.

COREY TAYLOR: No the Ref is saying it was a two count. The “Icon that ‘roids made” is still in this one.

Ravager wastes no time arguing with McDonald on his count and pulls Chad to his feet once again. Small Package by “The Show” but Ravager is out before the
one count. Ravager back on the offensive with an elbow drop to the back of Chad’s head. Ravager off the rope… a baseball slide kick to the ribs of “The
Show”. Ravager again to the top ropes… Frog Splash… Misses as Chad rolls to safety. Both men are down as Dale McDonald checks them both out to see
if they’re able to continue. Ravager is getting back up but so is Chad Kurtis, both men back on their feet. Ravager and Chad lock up. Ravager with a side
head lock into a takedown. Chad with a head scissors and Ravager kips out and up. Both men on their feet and Chad with a standing dropkick that sends Ravager
to the ground. Ravager gets up and Chad comes in hard with a spinning heel kick. Chad presses on and executes a picture perfect snap suplex.

ROB MARTINEZ: Chad has gotten his second wind in this match that has been all Ravager.

COREY TAYLOR: And we all know how he’s accomplished this.

ROB MARTINEZ: One more word and I’m telling Black what you said about his mother.

COREY TAYLOR: No, ok I’ll behave. Just don’t tell Vincent anything.

Chad bounces back up and lands a standing shooting-star press, stays for the cover. Dale McDonald in for the count.

One…

Two…

Kick-out as the hand was coming down for the three count. Chad back on the attack with a Swinging Neck Breaker. Chad pulls Ravager up and throws him into
the turnbuckle, reversal, Bluegrass Breeze hit’s Ravager square on. The Show with a cover and McDonald starts the count.

One…

Two…

Three… No. Ravager gets the shoulder up just in time.

Chad looking frustrated now as he picks Ravager and delivers an exploder suplex. Up to the top and down with a guillotine leg drop. No cover as Chad picks
Ravager back up and hits a reverse STO. Chad keeps pressing his advantage with a running low dropkick to the side of Ravager’s head. “The Show” raises
Ravager up to his feet and places his head between his knees… CK FINALE!

COREY TAYLOR: I knew all along “The Show” was going to take this one.

ROB MARTINEZ: We are going to crown a new Aerial Assault champion this year. What an awesome match we have witnessed here tonight.

Dale McDonald moves in to make the count as Chad hooks the leg for the cover.

One…

Two…

Three… No, no, no, Ravager gets his shoulder up just as McDonalds hand hits the mat.

COREY TAYLOR: I knew Chad couldn’t get the job done. Go Ravager!

ROB MARTINEZ: You sir are an idiot.

Chad Kurtis cannot believe it. He picks Ravager up again and Irish Whip’s him into the ropes… Ravager ducks under… and hooks Chad up in a back slide
pin. McDonald moves in to make the count.

One…

Two…

Three…

Ding, ding, ding.

JENNY JERSEY: And the winner of the match, and finalist in the Aerial Assault tournament… Ravager!

ROB MARTINEZ: What an incredible match. Both of these men can walk out of here with their heads held high.

COREY TAYLOR: Well Kurtis can’t, he lost it.

The crowd explodes in a chorus of boos as Vincent Black comes running out of the back holding a baseball bat. Into the ring he cracks Ravager from behind
and keeps going after Chad. Chad ducks under a swing but gets nailed with a back elbow. Black grabs Chad and tosses him over the top rope. Black to the
outside and grabs Chad. New Hope to the stairs! Vincent walks around to the announce table to grab the Carolinas title, he then walks back to the now bloody
form of Chad Kurtis. Vincent looks down at the belt, to Chad before droping it on Chad’s face.

VINCENT: I claim my rematch next week Chad, keep the belt warm for me.

Black laughs as he walks back to the lockers. Chad is out cold as medics swarm in to help him.

ROB MARTINEZ: Why Black? Why did he have to ruin this moment for both of these men.

COREY TAYLOR: That is just what you get for getting in FTC’s way. ROB MARTINEZ: Well a great match ruined at the ending with Black’s cowardly actions, but
for Jenny Jersey, Corey Taylor, Rebel Pro; I am Rob Martinez, see you at Aerial Assault 2009.

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