REBEL Underground 12/15/2009

Underground
12-15-2009
Underground Arena-Raleigh, NC

“Oh the weather outside is frightful, the fire in these people are delightful, but as long as you love Rebel Pro, let’s see The Show, Lets see The Show,
lets see The Show”

The crowd of kids waiting outside are singing their own rendition of a classic Christmas song, hoping that they will get their wish. The group scream,
as does the women in the crowd because here are the very special ticket exchangers sent by Larry Gordon, the entire Bluegrass Mafia family. Lyndsey, Jonothan,
Matthew, and of course here is “The Show” Chad Kurtis.

“Oh I love you Jonothan!”

“I want to marry you J-Kurt!”

“Have a Merry Christmas Mafia!”

All sorts of yells are hurled at the Mafia as they hand out a signed photo to each person that comes through the ticket exchange line. Chad nods and signs
a “The Show” poster from a year ago, J-Kurt signs the Bluegrass Extreme t-shirt, Matthew autographs a original Bluegrass Mafia 1.0 t-shirt and poster for
a young boy and Lyndsey signs her name to a NAPW poster of her. The temperature outside is chilly, but these four Rebel Pro ticket exchangers have no intention
of going in until the last ticket is taken up.

“Ooooooooh Raaaaaaaaannnnndy!”

Oh no, here comes the loveable, the sexy, the absurdley large love machine… no not Mr. Kool-aid, but Mr. Richter Scale himself, Randy Richter. His bellyrounds
the corner and here he comes to the delight of the females outside, he finally exits the front doors to shake hands and his belly. Randy is wearing a Santa
hat along with a sexy Santa suit, he chuckles as he assists The Bluegrass Mafia in exchanging toys for tickets. There are a pile of toys over in the corner
and the pile is continuing to grow. An old blue pickup pulls into the parking lot, a pile of toys in the back, out steps Cuzin’ Zeke waving his hand for
everyone. Jenny Jersey steps outside to help with the festivities as everyone helps Zeke unload the toys from the bed of his pickup truck. Now the toys
have doubled, no tripled in volume. Jenny grabs a megaphone from just inside the door.

JENNY JERSEY: Rebel Pro fans, the show will begin in thirty minutes, be sure to be at your seats so you don’t miss any of the action inside the ring.

The crowd roars their approval as we cut to inside the arena, thirty minutes later.

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JENNY JERSEY: The following match is set for one-fall and will open Underground tonight…

“Driver’s High” cues up and Dez Carter emerges to some cheers but mostly silence, the REBEL fans never happy with someone who doesn’t speak up on the YouTube
channel.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania—

All of the sudden, Carter’s intro music ends and “Code of Energy” by Papa Roach takes its place. Aeolus Wrath emerges and pushes past Carter on his way
to the ring. JENNY JERSEY: Umm… his opponent? From Somerset, Bermuda, weighing two-hundred and six pounds… AEOLUS WRATH!

ROB MARTINEZ: Wrath just cut Carter’s entrance short with his own!

COREY TAYLOR: Best Christmas gift I ever received! Merry Christmas everyone! Woohoo!

The two competitors circle one another… collar-and-elbow! The bigger Dez Carter immediately applies a side headlock. Wrath pushes him back into the ropes,
whips Carter off of them. Carter comes flying back, ducks a clothesline, off of the opposite ropes… roundhouse kick nearly takes Carter’s head off. The
fans are unsure of Wrath since his unprovoked attack on Carter a few weeks back, but they can’t help but cheer for the perfectly-executed kick that has
Carter lying unmoving on the ground. Wrath stares out at the crowd with a blank stare, disturbed by their cheer. He pushes his black hair our of his eyes
and picks Carter up, putting him in the corner.

ROB MARTINEZ: Carter’s eyes look empty! Wrath could easily pin him right now!

COREY TAYLOR: Wrath is the next big thing in REBEL and he is going to prove it. Get him, buddy!

Wrath glares at Taylor as if to say “No one is my buddy!” Wrath steps back then forward with an elbow strike to Carter’s temple. Carter staggers forward.
Wrath with a series of three kicks, the first to his gut, the second to his head, knocking him backwards and the third is a scissor kick that lands right
across Carter’s throat.

ROB MARTINEZ: Absolutely vicious assault!

Wrath picks up Carter and puts him in the corner. He runs across the ring, then sprints forward… jumping knee strike to Carter! Carter staggers forward,
only to turn around and receive a flying leg lariat from the Bermuda Bomber! Wrath considers going for a pin but shakes his head no. The crowd has turned
almost uncomfortably silent, perhaps worried about Carter or embarrassed for him or a combination of the two. Wrath picks up the American Samurai and puts
him in the corner. His eyes are rolling into the back of his head. Wrath goes to the outside and grabs a steel chair. He wraps it around Carter’s head.
And he goes to the opposite turnbuckle… DROPKICK ACROSS THE RING TO CARTER’S SQUASH!

COREY TAYLOR: I’m joining these fans… HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

The fans and Taylor chant in unison as Martinez shakes his head.

ROB MARTINEZ: You know, I realize we are a no-disqualification federation, but there comes a point and time when the referee just has to do something!
COREY TAYLOR: Get a job with NAPW, wimp!

Wrath goes for a cover… FINALLY!

ONE!

TWO!

NO! Carter did not kick out… but Wrath stood up. He’s not done!

ROB MARTINEZ: This man has no mercy! NONE!

COREY TAYLOR: And that’s why he needs a strap around that waist!

Wrath puts Carter on the top-rope but has no idea where he actually is at the moment. Wrath with a springboard… AEOSHOCKER!

The fans pick up their ‘Holy Shit’ chant as Wrath finally makes his cover.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

JENNY JERSEY: And your winner… AEOLUS WRATH!

Wrath looks out at the crowd. He doesn’t allow the referee to raise his hand and leaves as “Code of Energy” blares. The resident EMT runs out to check
on Carter who is unresponsive.

REBEL HAS FELT THE WRATH!

Or, put more succinctly… CARTER HAS FELT THE WRATH!

ROB MARTINEZ: Carter is unresponsive in the ring, he may need to be transported to the local hospital.

A couple of other EMTs rush down to the ring, carrying a stretcher with them. They place Dez Carter on a backboard before sliding him onto the stretcher
and rushing him out of the building.

COREY TAYLOR: I don’t know if I will care enough to give an update on his condition, but Rob is wussy enough to later this evening.

ROB MARTINEZ: Do you have no compassion?

COREY TAYLOR: Is that a new kind of liquor? Perhaps a new metal CD?

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“Heavy Metal Machine” hits the sound system as the fans immediately begin to boo because it isn’t time for this particular man to be in a match just yet.
“Cut the damn music!”

Immediately the music is cut, the fans still boo however.

“You can either shut your infernal hethan mouths or I can stay out here all night until I get what I want to say off my chest.”

The crowd does quiet down a bit as they want Michael gone as soon as possible. A cup comes flying out of the crowd striking Michael in the forehead. Michael
looks in the direction, glaring at each person in turn.

“I’m going to let that one slide, seeing as it is Christmas time, but if another strikes me you pathetic wastes of breeding will suffer the Massacre wrath.”
Michael walks on down to the ring, many fans giving him a two finger salute behind his back. He jumps at a young fan, scaring the little girl to tears,
Michael just laughs.

“Pathetic, you little girl are getting absolutely nothing for Christmas because there is no Santa Clause, your dad is a worthless bum and your mother…
is a two bit…”

“I’m A Rebel hits the speakers as Larry Gordon comes from the back, face red from anger.

LARRY GORDON: “Now hold on a bit there Mr. Massacre! I will tolerate you running down wrestlers a bit, I will tolerate you running me down, I will tolerate
you talking bad about Rebel somewhat… but I will not! I repeat will NOT! allow you to badgger any fan of this promotion under my watch! Do you understand
me?!”

Michael nods, laughing as he rolls into the ring.

MICHAEL MASSACRE: “Gordon, just the fat waste of space I wanted to see. You’ve got Chad Kurtis running around donating his wages tonight to the Salvation
Army, you’ve got him taking up toys and exchanging them for tickets, you’ve even gotten him to donate his time to cook for the hungry here… But you know
what you don’t have? Peace of mind see I want to talk to your pathetic ass tonight, right here and right now…”

LARRY GORDON: “Oh really, what could you possibly want with me? Let me guess, you want to talk bad about Rebel? You want to run down my booking ideas?
You want to… lets see… destroy this company?”

Michael nods at all of them, but smiles his wicked smile.

MICHAEL MASSACRE: “Actually Gordon, I wanted to get the best tag team in Rebel Pro a match, seeing as how your booking ideas belong in a toilet… they
aren’t booked in a match. I swear Gordon, your booking brain is worse than the Carolina Panthers.”

Chuckle from Massacre as the crowd boos the man in the ring heavily.

LARRY GORDON: “So, you want Revolutions and Revelations in a match here tonight?”

Michael nods.

LARRY GORDON: “Lets see, the only team here tonight is Justin Thyme and Christopher Samsonite, so… yeah there will be a tag team match here with those
four men tonight.”

Michael nods as he steps through the ropes.

LARRY GORDON: “Hold on Mikey… you are banned from ringside!”

MICHAEL MASSACRE: “You can’t do that!”

LARRY GORDON: “I can… and I did. Oh and get the hell out of the ringside area because the match… is on now!”

The crowd roars their approval as security come out to escort Michael Massacre from ringside.

“The Champion In Me” hits up as Christopher Samsonite and Justin Thyme run from the back to slap hands and slide into the ring. Jenny Jersey doesn’t have
the cue cards for her announcing so she doesn’t introduce either team.

“Heavy Metal Machine” hits back up as Raphael and Gabriel stalk from the back, carrying a pair of steel chairs and a pair of baseball bats. Inside the
ring Justin and Christopher are set for battle, not backing down in the least.

ROB MARTINEZ: Revolutions and Revelations seem ready for battle, a little uneven battle.

COREY TAYLOR: Justin and Christopher could have come prepared, but they didn’t.

DING DING

Justin and Chris dive over the top rope at their two opponents, but the chairs connect solidly with their skulls sending them limply down to the floor.
Raphael brings Justin up to his feet, Thyme already bleeding from the forehead. Raphael slams the bat into his midsection before slamming the chair down
on his back. Gabriel picks Christopher up, he actually bites him on the cheek before sending the bat into his crotch and ensuring that he doesn’t have
a pleasant night tonight.

ROB MARTINEZ: This is uncalled for, get the match in the ring.

COREY TAYLOR: Keep bringing it on, pound their ugly faces in, make them look uglier than Rob’s mother!

ROB MARTINEZ: One more word and you shall get bitch slapped.

COREY TAYLOR: I didn’t know your mother was here tonight.

WHACK!

Gabriel grinds Chris’ head into the ring steps before he lifts him up, powerbomb onto the steps and Chris looks to be broken in half now. Raphael pulls
the flesh apart on Justin’s wound, causing the blood to flow more freely. Raphael slams his head into the ring apron before handcuffing Justin to the top
rope so he dangles there by his wrists. Gabriel handcuffs Christopher right beside him and the two hang there with their blood dripping down their bodies
and their eyes closed from the pain.

ROB MARTINEZ: Will no one stop this?!

COREY TAYLOR: That hurt man, never knew you could hit so hard. I hope not! Get ‘em boys!

Chair shot to Justin’s face, baseball bat to Christopher’s face. Raphael pulls a set of brass knuckles from inside his pocket and begins to beat Christopher
senseless as he hangs there helpless. Gabriel pulls tacks from his pocket, he slowly and methodically places them on Justin’s body. Gabriel moves over
to Chris’ body, placing tacks in his body as well as Raphael beats Chris senseless with the brass knuckles.

COREY TAYLOR: Look at the artistry, two R’s on each of their bloody chests, Justin and Christopher should be so proud that they’ve been tatooed.

ROB MARTINEZ: This is sick and haneous,… are they getting?

Raphael pulls a small can of lighter fluid from a fan at ringside, pouring it over the two hanging bodies as Gabriel flicks a lighter.

“Heee heee heee heee hee… Everybody come see the greatest show…”

The crowd explodes with cheers as two men, loved by the fans, Freak and Shut Down run from the back with steel chairs in their hands. Gabriel and Raphael
turn at the sound of the music.

ROB MARTINEZ: Yeah boy! Here comes the calvary!

COREY TAYLOR: Is that what yo… nevermind.

Freak with a chair shot to Raphael, Shut Down with a chair shot to Gabriel. Freak Show drop the chairs, going for fists instead. Freak with a right, Shut
Down with a bigger right, Gabriel and Raphael are backed off from Justin and Christopher.

MICHAEL MASSACRE: “Boys, Gabriel! Raphael! Leave now! You’ll be back to fight another day… it is time to leave now though… Freak and Shut Down… glad
that you are back, gives my boys someone fresh to beat on…

Michael, Gabriel, and Raphael walk backwards through the curtains as Freak and Shut Down grab a pair of wire cutters and release Justin and Christopher
from their handcuffs. The crowd is still cheering Freak Show who have returned.

ROB MARTINEZ: They picked a perfect time…

Shut Down chokeslams Justin down to the floor before double foot stomping him on his face. Freak lifts Christopher up, piledriver onto the concrete before
he double foot stomps his face as well. The crowd is silenced by their actions.

ROB MARTINEZ: What? Why? Huh?

COREY TAYLOR: I’d say the What is that Night Thyme just got their asses kicked by Freak Show. The why… probably because Larry Gordon has held them down
for too long. The huh… most likely too many illegal drugs in your younger days, it has a tendency to do that to you after prolonged use.

The crowd begins to boo Freak Show although there are still some cheers, hard to forget all of their wonderful gifts and hilarious promos. But the majority
of the crowd is extremely hating Freak and Shut Down right now, Freak Show smiles as they both walk calmly backstage, their job having been done.

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

Europe’s “The Final Countdown” blares to life as The Phoenix walks out from the back, to a big ovation of boos and here comes Scottie Snow looking like
his feelings are hurt. Phoenix struts to the ring, his head held high while Snow holds his head in shame; the crowd still boos the Phoenix as some reach
out to slap Snow to encourage him.

JENNY JERSEY: At a total combined weight of four hundred and forty-five pounds, the team of SCOTTIE “THE PANTHER” SNOW and THE PHOENIX!

The Club Remix of “My Old Kentucky Home” hits up as the crowd explodes for the Bluegrass Extreme. Chad and Jonothan walk from the back both wearing Santa
hats and passing out candy canes to those in attendance.

JENNY JERSEY: At a total combined weight of four hundred and forty-five pounds, they are your Rebel Pro Tag Team Championship Number One contenders…
the team of CHAD and JONOTHAN KURTIS… THE BLUEGRASS EXTREME!

DING DING

The Phoenix pushes Snow towards the corner to get out of the ring because he wants to start the match. Scottie points behind Phoenix, but Rob just shakes
his head. Chad comes flying through the air with a forearm taht sends Phoenix into Snow in the corner. Chad rolls out of the way and here comes Jonothan
with a flying body splash on the confused Phoenix and Snow. Jonothan whips Scottie into the ropes, back body from J-Kurt as Chad bounces off the ropes
with a leg drop taking Snow out of the match momentarily.

ROB MARTINEZ: Bluegrass Extreme showing why they are a great tag team, brothers working together.

COREY TAYLOR: I’ve heard that Jonothan is adopted.

Chad whips Rob into the ropes, leap frog from J-kurt and Phoenix rebounds off the ropes. Thigh kick from Rob, but here comes Chad leaping over his younger
brother, fist to the side of Phoenix’s head. Rob manages to avoid the fist, catching Chad with a deep arm drag down to the canvas. Phoenix gets up to his
feet, glancing with disgust over at Scottie Snow before J-Kurt comes into the picture. Roundhouse kick but Phoenix nimbly avoids it shoving his foot forward
into the midsection of J-Kurt. Phoenix sets him up and delivers his pattented cradle piledriver.

COREY TAYLOR: The Flame!

Rob climbs to the top turnbuckle, lining Jonothan up for The Ashes, a flying top turnbuckle elbow drop. Chad kips up to the top turnbuckle, right hand
to Phoenix rocks him in a precarious position on the top turnbuckle. Phoenix with a right hand of his own to Chad sending him swaying backwards as well.
Phoenix with a second fist, but Chad with a second one of his own. Chad with a knee into the midsection, but he loses his balance. Phoenix shoves him backwards,
Chad grabs the mask of The Phoenix dragging him down with him in a top rope super facebuster. Phoenix flops in the corner, before going limp from the move.
J-Kurt gets up to his feet, looking around a bit confused from the cradle piledriver. Here comes Scottie Snow with a flying axehandle.

COREY TAYLOR: Never count out the devoted Scottie Snow!

ROB MARTINEZ: Last time, you couldn’t even stand him.

COREY TAYLOR: What are you talking about?

Jonothan flips Scottie Snow backwards, but The Panther manages to land on the middle turnbuckle with both feet springing back with a backfist. Jonothan
goes down and Scottie is up quickly. Leg sweep from The Panther but The Show leaps up to avoid the basic move. Snow looks up at Chad, The Innovater of
Offense looks back, they both nod at each other. Collar and elbow in the center of the ring, Snow whipped into the ropes. Chad charges in with a clothesline,
but Snow springs to the top rope, flipping back over Chad delivering a dropkick to his back that sends him over the top rope. Chad manages to catch the
top rope with his right hand, but Scottie with a dropkick through the ropes sends Chad out to the floor below.

COREY TAYLOR: What an awesome move from The Panther right there.

ROB MARTINEZ: Give it time folks, he’ll hate him soon enough.

Snow turns around and here comes J-Kurt with a running clothesline, Snow back bodies Jonothan over the top. J-Kurt spins to land on is feet, ramming Snow
in the midsection with his shoulder. Snow manages to side step out of the way, he tangles J-Kurt in the ropes with a DDT that has J-Kurt’s feet tangled
up in the ropes. Snow rushes over to check on Rob who is struggling to get up to his feet, his arm held at an ackward angle to his body. Rob points out
to Snow what he wants him to do. Scottie hits the ropes, dropkick to J-Kurt’s head untangles him and puts him in position. Rob barks out an order and Scottie
climbs to the top turnbuckle. Chad Kurtis climbs to the apron as Rob tries to warn Snow, but he falls to a seated position holding at his right arm. Chad
climbs to the top turnbuckle, managing to leap up on Snow’s shoulders and send them both crashing down to the mat with a top rope hurricanrana!

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh My God!

COREY TAYLOR: Figured Snow would screw it up somehow, he always does.

Chad pulls himself up and then Scottie along with him. Chad has Snow in a powerbomb position and here comes Jonothan with a neckbreaker slam!

ROB MARTINEZ: Rapture!

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah yeah, the two of them hit their move the Big Blue Madness, yada yada yada.

Chad tells Jonothan to go for the cover as he makes sure Phoenix isn’t lying about his possibly broken arm, Jimmy Johnson slides into position.

One…

Two…

Three.

DING! DING! DING!

JENNY JERSEY: Winners of the match, Jonothan Kurtis and Chad Kurtis… Bluegrass Extreme!

ROB MARTINEZ: What a match, some high flying, a broken arm, and teamwork… amazing.

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JENNY JERSEY: The following tag team match is set for one fall! Introducing first…

Bring the Bungle. The crowd boos.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first at a total combined weight of four-hundred and sixty-six pounds, Jim and Tommy Jonas, THE JONAS BROS!

The Jonas Bros slide into the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: The Jonas Brothers are in dire need of a tag team win here tonight if they ever want to get back into title contention.

“Eat It” by Weird Al kicks up and Randy Richter dances to ringside.

JENNY JERSEY: And their opponents! First, weighing in at three-hundred and fifty-nine pounds… from Charlotte, North Carolina he is RANDY RICHTER!

ROB MARTINEZ: The REBEL fans sure have taken to the next man who will challenge for the World Title, thanks to his big win at our last show.

COREY TAYLOR: It’s a sad state of events.

Randy gets in the ring, jiggling his belly to the music. That’s replaced by DEMON HUNTER. Out to the pounding metalz comes THOMAS YOUNG. He slaps a few
hands on the way to the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: And his partner, weighing in at two-hundred and forty-five pounds… from Hollywood Florida, he is the former World Champion THOMAS YOUNG!
COREY TAYLOR: That’s a lie, he was NEVER REBEL champion!

ROB MARTINEZ: *sigh* Thomas Young upset Michael Massacre last month, but was unable to retain the title in the rematch. You have to believe that’s not
the last time Young is going to be competing for the world title… in fact, Randy Richter has vowed to give Young the first shot at the title, should
Richter win the title in January.

COREY TAYLOR: He only made that promise because he knows he won’t be able to keep it.

Referee Jimmy Johnson calls for the bell!

DING DING DING

And here we go, all four men going at it in this REBEL RULES tag team match. No tags needed, all four men legal at all times. Immediately the Jonas Brothers
go after Young and Richter, the bigger Jim Jonas going for the big man Richter, while Tommy goes for Thomas Young. They back their opponents into the corner,
then try to irish whip them out. Richter and Young both reverse, sending the Jonas brothers colliding. Randy grabs Jim and slams him back into the corner.
Young whips Tommy into Jim. Then Young signals for Randy? What’s this?

YOUNG IRISH WHIPS RANDY INTO THE CORNER, SQUASHING BOTH JONAS BROS! Randy turned before the impact, nailing them with his big butt. He steps out, then
thrusts backwards Andre the Giant style! Randy dances out of the corner and Tommy Jonas falls down onto his hands & knees. Jim falls down on his knees…
The crowd starts laughing. Because seriously, Jim looks like he’s ‘humbling’ his brother. Randy and Young point it out, egging the crowd on. The Jonas
Brothers suddenly freak out and shove away from each other. Tommy yells at Jim, What the hell man? Jim says sorry, and then the Brothers hug. The crowd
laughs more at them, so they break away suddenly and yell “NO HOMO.” Then charge at Randy and Young! Both men get boots to the face and knocked down. Randy
hits the ropes and delivers a running jumping leg drop to Jim while Young lifts up Tommy and delivers a vicious fisherman’s buster suplex. Double covers
made ONE, TWO, the Jonas Brothers each kick-out.

ROB MARTINEZ: The Jonas Brothers need to get their game together here — this makeshift team of Randy Richter and Thomas Young are completely dominating
them! Just like Jim dominates Tommy.

COREY TAYLOR: Hey!

The Jonas Brothers are each pulled up. Randy scoops up Jim and walks around the ring, finally powerslamming him in the center. Meanwhile, Young has Tommy
in the corner, throwing stiff forearm shots. Randy covers Jim, another two count. Young whips Tommy out of the corner, right for Randy to scoop HIM up
and powerslam Tommy onto Jim! Then … what’s this? Young tells Richter to do something. Randy POWERBOMBS YOUNG — on top of the Jonas Brothers! Thomas
rolls off, so does Tommy, then Randy delivers a sitdown splash on top of Jim. That’s a cover! ONE! TWO! Tommy nails Randy to break it up. Tommy with a
kick right to the side of Randy’s face, knocking him to his knees. Tommy hits the ropes, comes running off with a dropkick right to the face! Randy in
the ropes, as Tommy hits them and gets another run —

ROARING ELBOW!

Young out of NOWHERE stuns Tommy, who spins around dazed. Young lifts him up — YOUNG CUTTER! Tommy may be out, but Jim Jonas is now managed to be up.
He clotheslines Thomas Young from behind, then sets him up for a Brainbuster…

But Young flips out! He’s behind Jim, hooks him! OMEGA DRIVER! Jim is down, but Richter is going to the top rope! Nearly four-hundred pounder going up
top, he looks out before the final step, then gets up top and FLIES OFF!

MAGNITUDE 8!

Randy rolls off and Young covers Jim, Tommy is still on the floor, coming to, but too late to stop ONE, TWO, THREE!

JENNY JERSEY: Here are your winners, THOMAS YOUNG and RANDY RICHTER!

ROB MARTINEZ: A big win here tonight for Young & Richter, ending the year on a winning note! Not such a good night for the Jonas Bros, however…

Young and Randy shake hands in the middle of the ring, then play to the fans. Randy dances while Thomas just shakes his head.

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***Rebel Pro Youtube Exclusive***

[Backstage in the locker room area, Mack is just making his arrival inside the Underground Arena. Although Mack is not competing against anyone, he’s actually
the special guest referee, for three guys who all had some confrontation a while back with him. Zeke, Black and Massacre! So as promised, Mack will go
to each of the individual’s locker room and suggest how the match should take place.]

[Inside the REBEL Pro’s referee locker room are Jimmy and Alan, along with special referee for tonight, Mack. They basically went over a few steps Mack
needs to know before getting himself all tied-up in a knot with three guys in one match. Now they are wrapping things up.]

MACK: That’s all?

Alan: That’s all! Not bad huh?

MACK: Nah, not one bit. I already know what I’m going to do when I get out there.

JIMMY: Just make sure it’s the right call and not wrong. Because you already will know the circumstances afterwards.

MACK: Oh no, basically I will call the match straight down the middle. Whomever gets the pin 1..2..3! That’s the winner, no cheating for no one. In fact,
I think I should go to the guys locker room and explain this, right now! Because I don’t want to hurt nobody, nor am I trying to get jump by a bunch of
no goods.

ALLAN: Hold on before you do that, I suggest that me and Jimmy come along, because we don’t want nothing to happen before the actual match! And we will
know in person that everything will be official and right!

MACK: Well I don’t need the two of you, but come on anyways!

{fade to Mack and Cuzin’ Zeke}

[Mack leads the way, as Alan and Jimmy are following behind. The first locker room Mack walks next to is Cuzin Zeke. Mack knocks…]

ZEKE: Hey’s who knocking now.. geez i trying to gets ready for my match… dont ya knows!!

MACK: It’s Mack!

ZEKE: What the Hecks now ya wants from me.. ya the ref…i dont thinks is a good idea to be seen with me..?

MACK: First of all, I do not want any harm! I just need to let you know how the match shall be to my standards.

[Zeke opens the door and the two do a major stare-down. Until, Zeke walks back into the locker room and sits.]

ZEKE: How exactly should this match goes! Because I don’t want to have to does something stupid, if ya aint calling the match fairs… i wants a even steven
match.. no monkey business..or ya may see this here horseshoe up close..!!

MACK: And I do not want to block that horseshoe, the come back with a right jab, because it will not be pretty. Nor will it be smart on my part.

[Zeke hops back out

the chair and gets in the face of Mack. As Alan and Jimmy steps up to get inbetween the two.]

ZEKE: Oh what you bought your new boys with you? Because if it wasn’t for them twos.. ya knows ya may not gets out of this here lockerroom looking so pretty..
I telling ya.. watch yourself..

MACK: Watch myself? Nah, buddy you watch yourself…

[Mack turns around as if he was about to head for the exit. But quickly turns back around.]

MACK: Being for the simple fact that I don’t like you, but hell just one night I might have to be the bigger man to back down! Because I don’t want to
do nothing that might cost me my job! And it won’t be a next time! So like I said, you do your job out there, like a normal man! And hell you might be
the one who gets the 1, 2, 3!!! IF YOU’RE LUCKY!

[Mack walks out, along with Jimmy and Alan]

ZEKE: Yeah!!! You’re doing the right thing, keep it moving buddy, keep you and your shadows.. moving, before you get me all hypered up, boy and mights
loose it..!!!

{fade to Mack and Vincent Black}

[Walking further down the hall along with Jimmy and Alan, Mack steps beside another guy locker room whom he will referee for in that Triple Threat Match,
Vincent Black. Mack speaks…]

MACK: A guys, this should be a good one.

JIMMY: Oh yeah, way better. Vincent Black is more on the cool side.

ALAN: I’m not sure about that.

JIMMY: Only one way to find out.

[Mack knocks on the door.]

Bam… Bam… Bam!!!

[They wait patiently for Black’s response.]

JIMMY: He may have already left.

MACK: To go where? If anything he needs to be preparing for his match.

ALAN: True.

[He knocks again, but harder.]

BAM!!! BAM!!! Bahhhh…..

[Before he can get the last knock in, the door opens up quickly as a female dressed in a pink towels meets Mack face to face. All three Mack, Alan and
Jimmy at the same time looks her up and down in the same motion.]

MACK, JIMMY, and ALAN: Dammnnn!!!

[Vincent Black immediately comes to the door, dressed in a black towel.]

VINCENT: What the f(bleep) you want!? Can’t you see I’m busy man.

MACK: Oh yeah, I can see! I see that this is the wrong time for what I had to say.

VINCENT: Oh no it’s not.

[Vincent turn his attention back to the girl.]

VINCENT: A girl, go get back in the shower. I’ll be there in a minute.

[And then he shuts the door.]

VINCENT: Now, what’s on your mind? I see you got the refs, with you. What you about to do beat me up??

MACK: Oh na, I’m not here to do battle with you or nothing. I just want to tell you I want a clean fight, tonight!

VINCENT: What you mean a clean fight? I’m up against Zeke. And let’s not forget about Michael Massacre. There’s no telling what he’ll do, so I have no
choice but to bring my A-Game. And if I need to go into my hat and bring out a few tricks, then all hell, I will!

MACK: Well yeah, Michael may be a little handful. S(bleep) I’m about to walk down to his locker rooms as well and hopefully I can persuade him into fighting
a clean battle. And may this match become REBEL’s Match of the Year.

VINCENT: It sounds easy, but it will not be, for one second. But I’ve changed and I may apply by the rules, unless I smell something fishy!

MACK: And I will appreciate it. Hell I’m not a referee, I’ve told to do this job being that anything can happen inside that ring. So why not pick a guy
who’s familiar with you guys and also can go the distance with ya’ll.

VINCENT: True.

MACK: But I’m not going to hold you up man, I know your old lady is back in there getting all wet for you. Go handle your business man!

VINCENT: [Smirk on his face] Oh no doubt.

[Mack extends his arm out for a handshake, Vincent paused for a minute, before he too extend his arm and giving Mack a handshake. Before they let go to
go there separate ways, Mack comes in closer and says…]

MACK: [Quietly] Your old girl doesn’t have a sister?

VINCENT: Na, brothers.

MACK: Girl cousins?

VINCENT: Nah, just nephews

MACK: Well what about her mom?

VINCENT: She’s married!

MACK: Well what ab… [Gets cut off]

JIMMY and ALAN: Ah come on!

VINCENT: She got friends!!

MACK: Well hook a brother up man.

VINCENT: After the match… If I win!!

MACK: [Smirk on his face] We’ll see!!!

{fade to Mack and Michael Massacre}

[ Mack, Alan and Jimmy all head back down the opposite side of the hallway, heading towards no one other than Michael Massacre. Mack isn’t pleased on his
decision by describing his match styles to this individual, but it’s something he must get through.

The trio walks up to Michael’s door, with Mack glancing at the Private Room sign, he knocks anyway. He hears a bunch of voices in the back, which sounds
to be like Gabriel and Raphael.]

VOICE: Who’s at the f(bleeping) door?

MACK: It’s Mack!

MICHAEL: [Speaking quietly to the boys] What the f(bleep) does this guy want?

[Then he walks closer to the door]

MICHAEL: What you want Mack?? Huh? You want to try to sneak attack me again! That’s what you want right?

MACK: Nah, man! This has nothing to do with the past! Can you just put that shit aside you for a minute.

GABRIEL: Oh go ahead and let his ass in! What’s the worse that can happen, with the three of us here, and one of him. Oh yeah! Come on in boy.

MICHAEL: Hold up! A Mack, what you want!! Why you’ve decided to come to my locker room?

MACK: It’s about the match tonight.

RAPHAEL: About the match, tonight! Sounds fishy to me.

MICHAEL: What about the match!!?

MACK: I just want to give you some heads up, about how the match should go down.

RAPHAEL: Mike, don’t open that door. Since, when does a guy or referee come up to the door and give you suggestions about how a match shall go? Never!
MICHAEL: I mean like Gabriel said once before, what’s the worse can happen?

[Michael opens the door and see Mack standing right in front of him, eye to eye! Both guys have locked eyes to eyes, and anything can happen at anytime!
So both, Jimmy and Alan gets inbetween the two, before any sudden movement takes place!]

RAPHAEL: Oh shit, come Gabriel he got his boys with him too.

MICHAEL: No. No! He’s cool for right now. So what up!? Tell me exactly how the match should go, Mack! I mean it’s obvious that I have been wrestling for
many years. And being that you want to come and make suggestion on how I shall wrestle my match, when I should beat your ass from that stunt you pulled
a couple of weeks ago! To be honest, you can flap your little crusty lips because whatever I choose to do in that ring tonight, is what I’m going to do!
MACK: Oh is that right! You think it’ll be that easy huh! It’s never that easy when I’m around. You think I’m some welcome mat, that you can step over
everyday! Nah, buddy! I’m back, and it’s no other person in the world I rather get my hands on, other than you! So like I said, love it or hate it, you
are going to play by my rules tonight!!!

MICHAEL: And who’s going to make me! Out of all guys in the game, whom am I to listen to you! Huh! I’ll be a stupid (BLEEP), to listen to someone who laid
me out a couple of weeks ago!

GABRIEL: You right man! Don’t listen to that fool.

RAPHAEL: Like I said, listen to Mack if you want, he’ll have another surprise popping out!

MACK: Can you tell your boy band back there to shut the hell up, because it doesn’t concern them.

[Both Gabriel and Raphael gets up from the chair and gets behind Michael. Mack have not moved a flinched, but the refs sure did.]

MACK: In fact, Gabriel… Raphael… I suggest the both of you to stay right here when your boy comes out! Because I don’t want any interference or distractions
from anyone who’s not participating in the match!

GABRIEL: What the (BLEEP)!? Who are you now, Larry Gordon or somebody?

[Michael is just letting everything, each and everybody say goes from one ear to another.]

MACK: Nah, I’m the one and only MACK!!! And Michael, I want a clean fight! No stupid shit, that might cause your ass to be DQ’ed!

RAPHAEL: What!! There are no disqualifications in REBEL. What the (BLEEP) this guy doing.

ALAN: Unfortunately, Mack he’s right.

RAPHAEL: See, what did I tell you!

ALAN But… then again, you are the one who decides for the timekeeper to ring the bell. So therefore, Mack has complete control.

MACK: Exactly, so like I….

[Michael cuts off Mack]

MICHAEL: Are you done yet!?

MACK: Ahh..

[Whoooshh!!! Michael pushes Mack hard into the wall, Mack comes back quickly, but only to get the door shut dead in his face!]

MACK: [Yells] OH THAT’S WHAT IT IS MIKE!!! THAT’S HOW IT’S GOING TO BE?? SEE YOU IN THE RING!!!

[Mack stomps angrily away from the scene, with Jimmy and Alan trailing behind. Mack enters his personal locker room, and shuts the door also in front of
Jimmy and Alan. As he gets suit up for the match, tonight!]

***End of Rebel Youtube Exclusive***

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JENNY JERSEY: It is now time for the final UNDERGROUND match of 2009! The following contest is a REBEL RULES THREE-WAY DANCE! Introducing first, the special
guest referee…

BOOM! DROP THE HIP-HOP! For the first time in a long time, Underground throws their hands in the air to the “INCREDIBLE MACK ANTHEM” by DJ B-Lord. The
big man himself comes out in black pants and a referee shirt with the sleeves cut off.

JENNY JERSEY: Making his return to REBEL Underground, he is THE INCREDIBLLLLLE MACK!

The crowd gives Mack a big ovation as he steps in the ring, pointing to his striped shirt. He’s in charge at the bell and he wants everybody to know it.
The cheering immediately turns to cheers as “Carbomb” by The Acacia Strain picks up. Another big man comes through the curtain, a gold belt thrown over
one shoulder.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, weighing in at three-hundred and forty-one pounds! He is a former World Heavyweight champion and Carolinas champion, and
currently one-half of the REBEL Tag Team Champions! From Glen Falls New York he is VINCENNNNNNT BLACK!

The towering Black steps OVER the top rope and walks right up to Mack.

ROB MARTINEZ: Can you believe the size of the two men in the ring right now? Vincent Black the biggest man REBEL’s ever seen, the only man The Incredible
Mack has to look UP to.

COREY TAYLOR: Did they reinforce the ring before this one?

ROB MARTINEZ: I believe they reinforced it for Randy Richter’s match earlier, so we should be good to go now.

Next up? A little Smashing Pumpkins…

BOOOOOOOOOOOOO.

Flanked on either side by his flunkies Gabriel and Raphael (Revolutions & Revelations) comes the World Champion, Michael Massacre, steel “MM” chair in
hand. Massacre stops, his followers two feet behind him at all times, and sneers out over the crowd, hitting himself in the face. He walks to the ring,
slapping and pounding his chest. Outside the ring, he turns to RNR and they put their heads together. Massacre screams at both men and they in turn slap
him across the face. Michael finally gets into the ring, hitting the turnbuckle to flash middle fingers to the crowd.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing next, accompanied by Gabriel & Raphael! Weighing in at two-hundred and thirty-five pounds, he is a two-time Carolinas Champion,
a former World Tag Team Champion, and currently the two-time REBEL Pro World Champion! From the Seven Valleys, he is MICHAEL MASSAAAAAACRRRRRE!

Michael puts his chair in a corner and yells at some fans in the front row. Raphael & Gabriel stand stoically at ringside by the Massacre corner. Black
doesn’t look impressed.

“Lemme tellya story bout a man named Jed! Poor mountaineer barely kept his family fed! Then one day Jed was shooting at some fooooood… And up from the
ground came a bubblin’ crude!”

The fans come alive again. It’s not the reaction Zeke of 2008 experienced, but the fans appear to have largely forgiven him for the past year of naughtiness
and embraced the Cuzin once again. Zeke strides out, the silver plated Carolinas title around his waist. He has his lucky horseshoe in his hand and a big
smile on his face.

JENNY JERSEY: And their opponent, weighing in at two-hundred and sixty-three pounds! He is a three-time World Tag Team Champion and currently the two-time
Carolinas Champion! From Turkey Cross Kentucky, he is CUZINNNNNN ZEEEEEEKE!

ROB MARTINEZ: Positive reaction for the Carolinas Champion, and we have finally arrived at the moment, Corey Taylor. Tonight at Underground, the FTC explodes
as these three men, who for half of 2009 ran roughshod over REBEL Pro, will come to blows once and for all!

COREY TAYLOR: It’s a sad day for pro wrestling, Martinez, and you can place all the blame at the feet of Cuzin Zeke. He just HAD to win the Carolinas Title
and try to upstage Michael Massacre!

ROB MARTINEZ: What about Black?

COREY TAYLOR: Michael Massacre made the mistake of treating Vincent like an attack dog. He’s not like this idiot we have refereeing tonight; Vincent Black
is brawn AND brains. That’s why he is one-half of the Tag Team Champions with Duncan Aries, and the newest member of the REBEL Triple Crown club!

ROB MARTINEZ: All of REBEL Pro’s titles are contained in this one match-up. Michael Massacre now a two-time World Heavyweight champion after regaining
it from Thomas Young at our last event. Cuzin Zeke a two-time Carolinas Champion, beating Matthew Kurtis in HIS rematch. You cannot deny that these three
men, apart or together, have proved the most dominant in REBEL Pro over 2009.

COREY TAYLOR: There are a combined THIRTEEN title reigns between these three men, Martinez. Bet you didn’t know that.

ROB MARTINEZ: Fourteen, if you remember that MACK is himself a former World Heavyweight Champion! In fact, it was Mack who Massacre defeated to win the
World title for the first time, back in the summer.

COREY TAYLOR: How can you expect this man to call it down the middle? It’s a conspiracy against Michael Massacre, Martinez, it always is!

ROB MARTINEZ: Let’s go to the ring where head referee Alan Stone is about to get this underway!

Stone passes the three title belts off to a ring crew member, who almost seems overwhelmed by their weight. Finally Stone looks at all three men…

DING DING DING

This huge three-way dance underway. No man in a hurry to rush to the center of the ring… Massacre walks out, yelling obscenities at both men. Middle-fingers
right to Zeke! He turns around and sticks the double-deuce up at Black. He turns around and gives the finger to the entire booing crowd, turns around —
Double punch from Zeke and Black! Massacre gets back up, only to take another right hand from Zeke! He stumbles into Black, who CHOPS Mikey SO HARD. Mikey
gasps and wanders over to Zeke, CHOP. Vincent with a right hand! Mikey staggers, Zeke with a right hand — Mikey blocks!

Zeke steps on Mikey’s foot, then hits the ropes for a lariat! Massacre goes down, but gets back up, reaching out to his followers. Vincent Black instead
lifts the man up in a huge gorilla-press AND TOSSES MICHAEL OUT ONTO RnR! The three splay over the concrete as the crowd stands up and cheers OH Black
with a cheap shot to Zeke.

ROB MARTINEZ: Surprising team-work in the early going from Zeke and Black; I think respectively hate Massacre more than each other. But that’s over, as
Black goes to work on the mountain man!

Black with a couple shots has Zeke on the ropes. BIG overhand chop that echoes through the Underground Arena, drawing oohs. The power of Black, those massive
hands. He whips Zeke off, Zeke ducks the clothesline attempt, comes off with a big shoulderblock. Black doesn’t go down. Zeke hits the ropes again, a second
one! A third shoulder-block attempt as Zeke comes off the ropes, but Black catches him with a goozle! Both hands wrapped around Zeke’s throat, but Zeke
blocks the chokeslam with a kick to the gut. Zeke going for a PILEDRIVER? Can’t quite lift Vincent up; Black stands up, backdropping Zeke to the canvas.
Vince looking for a legdrop, but Zeke moves out of the way. Vince holds his ass as he gets up, Zeke looking to the crowd… hits the ropes and leaps up
with a jumping shoulderblock that finally knocks Vincent to the canvas! He covers ONE, and that’s it as Black powers out.

Zeke with a stomp on the rising black, throwing some clubbing blows. However, he needs to look behind him as Michael Massacre has slithered back into the
ring, steel chair in hand! WHAM! Chair shot right across the back of Zeke. Mikey raises the chair again, another shot across the back and Zeke goes down
to the canvas. Black is getting up, Michael sees him too, comes in with the chairshot —

BOOT! Sends the chair back at Massacre. Black grabs him, SIT-DOWN SPINEBUSTER across the chair! He covers the world champ, one, two, Massacre kicks out.
Black punches Mikey in the face, then stands up… and STANDS right on top of his opponent! Massacre kicks and squirms as 341 pounds are on him. He rolls
over, gasping when a smirking Vince gets off.

ROB MARTINEZ: Leave it to Michael Massacre to be the first to introduce a steel chair into the ring. He sure is cleaning up the sport…

COREY TAYLOR: He just had to even the odds, Martinez. He didn’t know it was a handicap match against Black and Zeke ya know.

ROB MARTINEZ: It’s backfired though, as now Vincent Black, the biggest man in the match, has control! This match of course elimination rues, because REBEL
Pro doesn’t do that sissy ‘first-fall’ bit like some other promotions — this isn’t NAPW! Vince has to beat both men in this one.

Zeke getting to his feet, Black knees him in the face. Black looks to be set on going for Michael Massacre over the Carolinas Champion. He grabs Zeke by
the back of the coveralls and beales him out of the ring. Massacre is getting up, holding his back, and Black knocks him down with a huge right hand. Black
puts one foot on Michael’s chest and tells him to count. ONE! TW—Michael rolls out. He drags himself up by the ropes, but Black is right there. A couple
shots send Massacre to the corner and Black whips Michael to the opposite corner hard. Charge in with a big corner splash, but Mikey sidesteps. Black staggers
out backwards, Mikey grabs him from behind, trying for the Mannyplex!

Black doesn’t go anywhere, so Mikey leaps up and locks on the Kata-hajime fully! He’s on the big Black’s back. Could he pass out the Tag champ? We’ll never
know, because Black backs up into the opposite corner. Massacre tries to hold on, but Vince squashes him again. Vince turns his foe around and perches
him on the top rope, facing out towards the fans. He climbs to the second turnbuckle, what’s he going for here? Belly to back suplex off the TOP?

Michael fights! Massacre and Black fighting in a precarious position… and here comes CUZIN ZEKE! Zeke gets in beneath Black, WHAT’S HE DOING —

POWERBOMB ON BLACK! BELLY TO BACK SUPLEX ON MASSACRE! THE RING SHAKES! THE CROWD CHANTS “HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT!”

ROB MARTINEZ: Over FIVE HUNDRED POUNDS crashing down off the top rope, and both Black and Massacre are DOWN! Cuzin Zeke going to the top rope! Looking
to splash in the MUD PUDDLE, but he has two choices!

COREY TAYLOR: He better make up his mind!

Zeke points to each man on the canvas, asking the fans who THEY want to see get splashed! They cheer when he points to Black… they cheer LOUDER when
he points to Mikey. The two-hundred and sixty pounder flies off the top rope —

CRACK.

Raphael slides Massacre a steel chair and he hucks it in the face of the flying hillbilly! Zeke is down! Massacre attempts to cover him, Mack makes the
count ONE, TWO, Zeke kicks out! Michael drags himself over to the still down Black, covers him! ONE! TWO! Kick-out! Michael gets to his feet… and starts
throwing dropkicks to mid-air! Double middle-fingers to the fans! Massacre turns his attention back to his opponents, picking up the new steel chair. He
opens it up in the middle of the ring and then grabs Zeke.

EVERPLEX THROUGH THE CHAIR!

Michael covers, ONE, TWO, TH— Zeke gets the shoulder up! Michael yells at Mack for that one, Mack tells him to shut his mouth. Michael turns around —
DOUBLE GOOZLE!

TWO-HANDED CHOKESLAM!

Vincent Black covers Michael! ONE! TWO! TH—Michael gets the shoulder up! Black says alright to that, and then grabs the first chair that was in the ring.
He opens THAT up. He picks up Massacre, going for THE NEW HOPE through the chair! Mikey drops to his knees and nails a low blow! He rolls out, looking
for the nearest thing… and grabs Zeke’s horseshoe from that corner! He raises it up to nail Black — Zeke grabs Massacre’s wrist! He decks Michael and
grabs the horseshoe. Michael is staggered, Zeke swings with the horseshoe, Michael ducks, BLACK TAKES IT IN THE FACE! Vince goes down… and he looks like
he’s out! Zeke and Michael are both stunned, but they both go in for the cover! Two men on Black, Mack shrugs and counts! ONE, TWO, THREE!

ROB MARTINEZ: What just happened here?

COREY TAYLOR: This is why you can’t have wrestlers referee matches! Two guys can’t pin one.

ROB MARTINEZ: It is elimination rules, I don’t see why it can’t happen! Let’s get the word from Jenny!

JENNY JERSEY: As a result of a pinfall, Vincent Black has been eliminated from the match!

ROB MARTINEZ: That’s the official word, we are down to two men! Cuzin Zeke and Michael Massacre!

Black is still possibly out from that solid iron horseshoe clocking him in the side of the head. Mack slides out of the ring and pulls Black to the ring
apron. Meanwhile, Michael takes advantage of the confusion by thumbing Zeke in the eye. Atomic drop! Bulldog onto the open chair! Michael covers, yells
for the referee. Mack slides in and counts ONE, TWO, Zeke kicks-out! Michael says that should have been three, yelling at Mack. Mack says it was two. Massacre
turns around to pick Zeke back up. He hooks his man for a vertical suplex… Zeke blocks. Massacre tries again, again is blocked, and Zeke reverses into
a suplex of his own…

He drops Massacre forward, gut-first over the top rope instead of falling backwards! That’s a shot. Zeke goes to the corner, then comes out with a big
boot to the dangling Massacre, who slumps back into the ring. Zeke rolls outside and reaches under the ring, what’s he getting here? Oh ho ho ho! Zeke
pulls a table out and slides it in. The crowd cheers as he sets it up in the middle of the ring. He picks up Massacre, but Mikey with a cheap shot. He
gets behind Zeke and looks for the Astrosplex! Zeke fights it and gets behind Massacre, locking on the COBRA CLUTCH! The World Champ suddenly frantic,
reaching out as Zeke clamps down on the hold. He reaches out for the ropes, can’t get there! Tries walking to another side of the ring, just inches away
—

Gabriel & Raphael grab their leader’s ankles, disrupting the hold. They pull Michael out of the ring, trying to get some space. We see Vincent Black finally
heading to the back, holding his head. Hold on, Cuzin Zeke not going to let Michael get any rest! CROSS BODY BLOCK TO THE THREE MEN ON THE FLOOR!

ROB MARTINEZ: Thank you for flying AIR KENTUCKY!

The fans chant “ZEKE, ZEKE, ZEKE” as the Carolinas Champion is first up, pulling Massacre by the man’s greasy hair. He’s got it — PILEDRIVER on the outside!
Massacre is out, but no falls can happen outside the ring. Zeke puts Michael in… cover! ONE! TWO! THREE!

FOOT ON THE ROPE!

ROB MARTINEZ: Good call from Mack there! Massacre somehow, someway realized he was close enough to the ropes to get his foot on the bottom. But he’s still
out on his feet, this may be academic!

Zeke picks up the largely dead-weight Massacre and places him on the table in center-ring. He points to the corner… it’s time to put this one away! Zeke
climbs up to the top, but before he can fly off, the masked Raphael hits the ropes! Zeke crotched on the top turnbuckle. Meanwhile the bigger Gabriel comes
in from the other side. He climbs up on the corner, maybe trying to super-plex Zeke off?

Too bad for him that the referee is THE INCREDIBLE MACK! He gets underneath Gabriel and walks out with him on his shoulders. Gabriel looks nervous —
and he should! ELECTRIC CHAIR SLAM! Raphael springboards off the top rope — RIGHT INTO A DOUBLE GOOZLE!

THE INCREDIBLE SLAM!

The crowd chants MACK, MACK, MACK! Massacre is still out on the table. Zeke, grimacing from the pain his balls, pulls himself back up to a standing position…
MASSACRE ROLLS OFF THE TABLE AND CLIMBS QUICKLY TO THE TOP!

THE SELLOUT THROUGH THE TABLE!

Massacre drapes an arm over Zeke and Mack counts ONE, TWO, THREE.

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of the match… MICHAEL MASSACRE!

ROB MARTINEZ: Michael Massacre gets the win, all thanks to his two cronies — and Mack raises his hand in victory.

COREY TAYLOR: It is REBEL RULES, Rob!

ROB MARTINEZ: Indeed. Mack heading out of the ring now, Massacre left to celebrate. Cuzin Zeke is in the middle of the wreckage HEY COME ON NOW! Massacre
stomping on Zeke! He can’t even defend himself! He’s screaming at Zeke, come off it — HERE COMES MACK BACK!

MACK not about to let Massacre do whatever the hell he wants! He hits the ring and nails Michael with a big boot. Massacre in a bad way, begging off as
Mack grabs him with both hands for THE INCREDIBLE SLAM —

WHAM! Gabriel nails Mack with a chair to the back! Mack doesn’t let go of Mikey… WHAM. Raphael with a chair shot. Mack still doesn’t go down, but he
turns around to face both members of RNR —

Gabriel tosses his chair to Mack, who catches it? Raphael with a tiger kick to the chair to Mack’s face! Massacre grabs him from behind GERMAN SUPLEX!
Mack is down! Massacre grabs the chair and heads to the top rope, going for his frog splash… Mack and Zeke are in trouble here as RnR stomp on them both!
WAIT A MINUTE! HERE COMES THE CAVALRY! The entire Bluegrass Mafia! Thomas Young! Randy Richter! They hit the ring, Chad shoving Michael off the top rope.
RnR swing their chairs in all directions, protecting their leader, but they can’t stop Chad from springboarding in with a double clothesline! RnR get up,
Matthew Kurtis sends Gabriel to the ropes. Jonothan clotheslines him over the top! Thomas Young clotheslines Raphael over the top, then CHAD FLIES ONTO
EVERYBODY! In the ring, Michael Massacre turns to run from Matthew Kurtis —

and runs right into a huge belly-bounce from Richter, that sends him down on his ass! Michael looks around, and decides to hightail it out of the ring,
rushing past the downed crowd on the outside.

The Mafia, Young and Richter all get in the ring, helping Zeke and Mack up. Randy rubs his belly and points in Michael’s direction as Raphael and Gabriel
crawl to their master in the aisle. The crowd cheers all the men in the ring as 2009 comes to a close for REBEL PRO WRESTLING!

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Credits
Michael Massacre vs Cuzin’ Zeke vs Vincent Black-Ro the Helper
Bluegrass Extreme vs Snow/Phoenix-Bean
Randy Richter/Thomas Young vs Jonas Brothers-Ro the Cool
Aeolus Wrath vs Dez Carter-MJ the Man
Mack segments-Greg
RNR vs Nite Thyme thing-Bean Bean