REBEL Underground “TBA – One More Time” 11/17/2009

Underground Presents… “TBA – ONE MORE TIME”
11-17-2009
REBEL Arena – Raleigh, NC
Jenny Jersey stands center ring with a few of the younger fans being allowed to actually step foot in the ring, to see how it looks from inside the ring.
“Heavy Metal Machine” cues up and Mikey emerges to hellacious booing, as the kids scatter out of the ring, the World Heavyweight Championship on his shoulder.
He gives middle fingers to the fans as he makes his way to the ring. He steps through the ropes and brings the microphone to his lips.

MIKEY: Yeah. I get it. You don’t like me. Did you see how those kids scattered? They are scared of me… I like that, they are scared of the truth.

Booooooooooo.

MIKEY: But, if you didn’t already know, I don’t give a (BLEEP)! Booooooooooo.

MIKEY: As a matter of fact, when you clowns boo someone, it must mean they are doing something right.

MIKEY: Now, if you’d shut up for a minute or two, I can explain this whole situation with Larry Gordon. That fat waste of space wakes up one day and decides
that Mikey Massacre isn’t fit to be the champion of this company. He realizes that if I am champion any longer, I am going to destroy this company. So
he comes up with this ridiculous scheme to convince everyone in the back and each of you that I lost my title to Thomas Young.

MIKEY: It never (BLEEP) happened!

MIKEY: He doctors some footage to make it look legit, puts it on the Internet, tells everyone that I lost my title to Young. And all of you lemmings followed
him!

Mikey holds the title up in the air.

MIKEY: I never lost this (BLEEP) title! And you all know it’s true! You are all co-conspirators!

MIKEY: Then Gordon says if I don’t return the title to Young, the fake champion, that I will continue to be suspended. Well, you son of a bitch… fine!
Mikey throws the title down to the ground.

MIKEY: You want your title back? You can have it! You can give it to your little pet Thomas Young! I don’t give a (BLEEP) because that title means SHIT
anyways! It was nothing but a tool with which I could enlighten–or try to enlighten–all of you pieces of shit! (BLEEP) the REBEL title! (BLEEP) REBEL
Pro Wrestling! (BLEEP) all of you!

MIKEY: And while I’m at it… (BLEEP) you Zeke! And (BLEEP) you, Vinny! You two pieces of shit did NOTHING! You sat idly by while Gordon pulled the wool
over everyone’s eyes! You are just as guilty as him or Young or whoever-else-the-(BLEEP)!

Mikey begins giggling to himself.

MIKEY: So now, you idiots, you’ve forced me into a corner. You’ve forced me to unleash something upon REBEL Pro Wrestling that even I hesitate to do. But
all along, I knew Zeke and Vinny weren’t quite up to par, weren’t quite able and willing to carry the banner of revolution with me. So I had another plan,
a plan only to be utilized if they failed me, if FTC failed me. And fail me they did!

Mikey’s laughing is uncontrollable now.

MIKEY: So now, you fools, you’ve brought armageddon upon yourselves! Because Michael Massacre, tonight, is going to unleash a shit storm upon this God
forsaken company and this God forsaken industry!

MIKEY: The Revolution is here!

MIKEY: The Revelation has come true!

Mikey’s laughing continues as he throws the microphone to the ground and makes his way back down the aisle as his music cues up again.

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JENNY JERSEY: The following match is a Loser is suspended match!

“I Will Not Bow” hits up the speakers as we are ready for the first match of the evening, walking from the back is Steven Andrews.

JENNY JERSEY: Making his way from Cheboygan Michigan he stands at five feet nine inches, weighing in at one hundred and seventy-two pounds… “SUICIDAL”
STEVEN ANDREWS!

Steven slides his hands across those of the fans before springing to the ring apron then over the top rope into the ring.

“Fly” by Nickelback hits the speakers as sprinting from the back to a big cheer is Justin Thyme.

JENNY JERSEY: From Raleigh North Carolina, he stands at six feet even and weighs in at two hundred and twenty-five pounds… JUSTIN THYME!

Justin slaps hands before he slides into the ring to meet Steven Andrews face to face.

DING DING

Justin and Steven go in for a collar and elbow tie up. Justin swings out connecting with a pair of brass knuckles… completely legal here in this match.
Steven falls back, Justin whips him into the ropes.

ROB MARTINEZ: What a shot from Justin!

COREY TAYLOR: He has finally grown a set.

Justin pounds the knuckles into Steven’s head again, sending him down to the canvas. Justin springs to the top turnbuckle, back flipping and landing with
his knees right into the gut of Andrews. Justin pulls the nearly unconscious Andrews back up to his feet, Irish whip into the corner. Thyme follows in
leaping into the air, driving his leg across the throat of Steven, nearly flipping him out of the ring. Justin with a chop to Steven’s chest.

“WOOOOOOOO!”

Chop…

“WOOOOOOO!”

Another chop and another “Woooooo!” from the croud. Justin sits Andrews on the top turnbuckle, belly to belly superplex from the top turnbuckle! Justin
slides out of the ring, he retrieves a steel chair.

ROB MARTINEZ: Justin has found another gear here.

COREY TAYLOR: Its about damn time too.

Irish whip into the corner, Andrews is still groggy from the brass knuckle shot from earlier. Justin sits the chair up, running and connecting with a leg
scissoring kick from the steel chair to Steven’s face. Steven falls forward and in one fluid motion, Justin springs back up sending Steven’s face into
the bottom of the steel chair with a leg drop.

ROB MARTINEZ: He calls that the Tick Tock.

COREY TAYLOR: Call it what you will, you dumbass, but I call it the end of the match.

One…

Two…

Three.

DING! DING! DING!

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match… Justin Thyme!

ROB MARTINEZ: Wow… just Wow.

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah, a man who never shuts his mouth can only say one word… pathetic.

“Fly” by Nickelback hits back up as Justin stands over his beaten and slightly bloody opponent. Justin turns as the sound of “I’m a Rebel” hits the speakers
to find Chet Whetleson standing there with a microphone in his hand.

CHET WHETLESON: Congratulations on your win Justin.

Justin slides out of the ring, he walks past Chet who shakes his hand.

CHET WHETLESON: Mr. Andrews…

Steven has gotten to his feet, leaning over the top rope.

CHET WHETLESON: From the desk of Mr. Larry Gordon, you have been suspended until further notice.

Steven lowers his head as he now follows Chet past the slit in the curtain.

ROB MARTINEZ: Right here at Christmas time too.

COREY TAYLOR: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

ROB MARTINEZ: Do you have no compassion?

COREY TAYLOR: Nope, sure don’t.

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COREY TAYLOR: I for one can’t wait to see what Michael Massacre has in store for us!

ROB MARTINEZ: Mikey said absolutely nothing that was coherent. He ought to see a therapist if you ask me.

COREY TAYLOR: First of all, his name is MICHAEL, not MIKEY. He was absolutely coherent in making that point. And secondly, everything he has ever done
for this company has been for its benefit.

ROB MARTINEZ: Are you kidding me, Corey? He outright says he wants to END this company, which means you’d be out of a job!

COREY TAYLOR: So be it!

“Heavy Metal Machine” cues up. Michael Massacre emerges by himself, a microphone in one hand, his still chair in the other.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, led to the ring by—

MICHAEL MASSACRE: —shut the (BLEEP) up, Jenny! Let me do this!

Jenny stares open-mouthed as Michael enters the ring. He waves her out of the ring. She complies, shaking her head in disgust. The fans are booing the
shit out of Michael.

MICHAEL MASSACRE: Introducing first, managed by none other than the King of Old School, the Self-Proclaimed Sellout, the best Triple Crown champion in
this company’s history, the Only Man Chad Kurtis Has Never Beat, the Architect and the Antichrist of this Damn Company, the Beginning of the End, the Bearded
Basterd… MICHAEL MASSACRE!

Michael soaks up the boos then brings the mic. back to his lips.

MICHAEL MASSACRE: … at a combined weight of I-don’t-give-a-(BLEEP)-and-neither-should-you, hailing from I-don’t-give-a-(BLEEP)-and-neither-should-you,
they are GABRIEL and RAPHAEL… REVOLUTIONS and REVELATIONS!

Gabriel, a tall, perfectly sculptured young man emerges first. He has long blonde hair. He is wearing white tights with the words Revolution and Revelation
printed in black throughout them. Behind him, Raphael emerges. He is much short and smaller, looking like he might be under 200 lbs. He is wearing a black
bodysuit with the words Revolution and Revelation in white throughout it. He is wearing a black mask with his white eyes the only visible parts of his
face. The back of his mask looks exactly like his front, making one look down at his feet to see which way he is standing. They stand at the front of the
aisle as the Smashing Pumpkins continue to play, and then make their way down to the ring. The music ends as some generic instrumental rock cues up.

MICHAEL MASSACRE: And their opponents, two (BLEEP) I tried to train at the REBEL Underground before I quit that shit about a few hours ago—Gordon, check
your fax machine— “Too Fat For Any Other Sport” Damon Desmond Doubleday and “Rough Around the Edges… To Say the Least” Alberto Ramirez!

Doubleday, a stocky dark-haired kid emerges next to his partner, a small, well-toned Latino. Michael leaves the ring and sits in his chair at ringside.
DING DING

Gabriel starts the match with Doubleday. They lock-up. Gabriel pushes him into the corner. Big knife edge chop. He whips him across the ring but Doubleday
reverses. Gabriel hits the corner. Doubleday runs in. Gabriel gets a boot up and Doubleday staggers back. Clothesline takes him down. Ramirez runs into
the ring and starts hammering away at Gabriel’s back but he no-sells. Gabriel turns around and smiles. Ramirez with a punch, blocked by Gabriel. Gabriel
hits him with a punch that sends him down. He picks up Ramirez and Doubleday and bashes their heads together. Raphael goes up to the top-rope. Missile
dropkick to Ramirez as he stands. Raphael climbs up another turnbuckle as Doubleday stands. Flying DDT! Gabriel picks up Ramirez. Power bomb! But he keeps
it locked in… another power bomb! And a third! Raphael goes up top… Moonsault knee drop! Gabriel picks up Doubleday. Gorilla press! And he lifts him
up and down!

COREY TAYLOR: What amazing strength!

ROB MARTINEZ: Tough to argue with you there.

Into an airplane spin! And back into a gorilla press, pushing him up and down! He walks him over to the turnbuckle. Heavenly Fall right onto the turnbuckle!
Raphael is up top. Shooting Star Press to Doubleday!

ROB MARTINEZ: Total domination by these two newcomers.

COREY TAYLOR: They were brought into REBEL by Michael Massacre. What did you expect?

ROB MARTINEZ: What is Mikey doing? Why is he getting in the ring?

COREY TAYLOR: His name is MICHAEL!

Michael Massacre enters the ring with the infamous, spraypainted steel chair. Gabriel picks up Ramirez and holds him up. Michael swings. CRACK! Raphael
picks up Doubleday and holds him. CRACK!!

MICHAEL MASSACRE: This is what I think about training students for this God forsaken company. You know, I used to think that I could mold them into soldiers
to take over this industry once I had cleansed it; I used to think I could train PURE wrestlers, men meant to WRESTLE, not to participate in this shitty
garbage federation. But NO! Each of these (BLEEP) wanted to learn how to be a REBEL wrestler. They BELIEVED in this shit company. And none of them would
listen to me, none of them would accept The Truth!

Michael smiles.

MICHAEL MASSACRE: Except for these two, my most prized students. So, Larry Gordon, take my resignation and shove it up your ass, shit it out and then shove
it down your throat, puke it up, turn it into a paper mache broad and (BLEEP) it, because that’s the last (BLEEP) pleasure you’ll EVER—EEEEVER—have.
The rest of your life: total (BLEEP) misery. TOTAL (BLEEP) MISERY!

MICHAEL MASSACRE: Right HERE. Right NOW. REBEL Pro Wrestling ENDS! You think you conjure up stories of some young piece of shit defeating Michael Massacre
for the world title? You think you can pull that shit without consequence? NO (BLEEP) WAY! This, you arrogant shit stain, is your ARMA-(BLEEP)IN-GEDDON!
Michael leaves the ring and sits in his chair. He nods at Gabriel and Raphael who leave the ring and pull tables out from under the ring. They set them
up. Gabriel picks up Ramirez who is bleeding from Michael’s vicious chairshot. CHOKE SLAM THROUGH A TABLE! Raphael puts Doubleday on the other table and
goes up top. 810 SPLASH THROUGH THE TABLE!

ROB MARTINEZ: Massacre is applauding the destruction and humiliation of two of his former students!

COREY TAYLOR: They failed him!

Raphael and Gabriel cover their opponents.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

MICHAEL MASSACRE: Your winners… as if it was ANY doubt whatsoever… Gabriel and Raphael… REVOLUTIONS and REVELATIONS!

The fans continue to boo as Michael, Gabriel and Raphael leave ringside, their arms raised high up in the air.

ROB MARTINEZ: I… I… I don’t know what to say!

COREY TAYLOR: I do! We have seen the FUTURE of professional wrestling… and their names are Gabriel and Raphael!

ROB MARTINEZ: Mikey—

COREY TAYLOR: It’s MICHAEL!

ROB MARTINEZ: Right. Well, Michael has lost it. I mean, he was always a few screws loose, then a whole hell of a lot of screws loose, but now he might
be crazier than Lloyd Rees! This is unbelievable! Attacking his own students? Unreal!

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Suddenly all of the lights in the arena go out and as the crowd gets restless the theme from Justice League Unlimited is heard through the speakers as
a spotlight that goes from red to yellow to blue shines on the entryway. As the crowd murmurs, through the curtain steps “the Show” Chad Kurtis, “the Bluegrass
BadAss” Matthew Kurtis, Lyndsey Valentine, “the Bluegrass Heart-Throb” Jonothan Kurtis, and Thomas Young? The odd thing beside the fact that Thomas Young
is with the Kurtis Brothers is the theme music and the fact that the five are all wearing superhero t-shirts, Chad is wearing Superman, Matt is Batman,
Jonothan has a Robin shirt, Lyndsey has a sexy Wonder Woman tank top, and Thomas has a Green Lantern tee. The five of them get to the ring and do a traditional
superhero hands on hips pose. Then Chad pulls a mic out of his back pocket

CHAD: We are the Justice League dedicated to peace and Justice for all mankind.

JONOTHAN: Wait a minute I thought are catchphrase was where-ever there is trouble we will be there, where-ever there is injustice we will be there, ain’t
it.

THOMAS: Dude that’s the Three Amigos slogan.

JONOTHAN: It is?

MATTHEW: Yes it is chum.

CHAD: Anyway we are the Justice League and our mission is to rid Rebel Pro Wrestling of the FTC. Yes I know that the FTC is kinda falling about on their
own but we want to help them along. Why you may ask well we just don’t like them and we’re not just together to get rid of Mikey, Zeke, and Black but also
because of people like the Phoenix and Scottie Snow. People who compete in more ‘elite feds’ and either suck there or hit a slump and think they’re just
going to waltz in and be the biggest stars we have and act like their shit don’t stink. We may not be as big as the PWA but we’re as good or better than
anyone ain’t that right Rebel World Champ?

Thomas takes the mic

THOMAS: That’s right. Even worse than that PWA refugees is a rumor I heard about a tag team from another fed that the Jonas Brothers wrestle in might show
up and try to mess up the main event and that ain’t kosher at all. So as the champ I feel that it is my job to defend Rebel against any negative influences
in or outside the company. So if anyone wants to come to Rebel and step in the ring and prove how tough they are that’s fine but that’s the only acceptable
way to do it. They did anything else that we don’t much approve of they will face punishment. Ain’t that right Big Man?

Thomas tosses the mic to Matthew

MATTHEW: It’s like Chad and Thomas said the reason we’re together is twofold, first to finish the destruction of the FTC which the Champ and me started
at Misgivings and the second and more important one is to defend Rebel from outside invaders. So if there is a tag team here from I believe it’s CAWA that
the Jonas’ fight for too the best thing for them would be for them to head back where they came from right now. Because if they carry through with their
threat to cause trouble here tonight well then I guess the BGM will just have to play troubleshooters and use that opportunity to send a message to anybody
else who might have the same idea. Ain’t that right Boy Wonder.

Matthew passes the mic to Jonothan

JONOTHAN: You couldn’t resist that could you? Anyway some people might say why’s J-Kurt out here tonight he’s hardly at Rebel shows anymore? That may be
true but this is where I got my start and like the other three guys and Lyndsey here, I’m not about to let anyone disrespect this fed or the people in
it. I don’t let them do it in Japan and I’m not going to let them do it here. So I hope that answers that question. So I guess we’re done here.

As the Justice League leaves, Chad takes the mic from Jonothan and stops after Jonothan and Thomas leave the ring

CHAD: You know something just occurred to me. I’m the only member of this group without gold right now. Thomas is the Rebel World Champ, ‘the Big Cat Daddy’
has the Carolinas title and J-Kurt has all of that Japanese gold. I mean I’m a Rebel Icon so I should have some gold too. I just remembered something I
never did use my automatic rematch clause the last time I happened to lose the Rebel World Tag Team Championship. So I think I will use that on the next
Rebel event but wait my last tag team partner retired. Wait there was this guy I was a two time tag team with back in NAPW and what luck that guy is in
the ring with me right now. So right here and right now the original Bluegrass Mafia is issuing a challenge to whoever wins tonight’s main event between
the Phoenix & Snow and the Jonas Brothers to meet us at the next event in a title match.

“I’m A Rebel hits the speakers as from the back comes the owner of Rebel Pro, Larry Gordon. Mr. Gordon has a smile on his face and a microphone in his
hand, he makes a cutting motion across his throat and the Rebel Pro theme dies away.

LARRY GORDON: Chad, you will be granted your entitled rematch for the Rebel Pro Tag Team Championships, but it will not be at the next show.

The crowd boos loudly.

LARRY GORDON: I’ve already garanteed Vincent Black and Duncan Aries that particular shot Chad, however at the next show you are free to have your shot
then.

Chad nods inside the ring.

LARRY GORDON: However again Chad, if Matthew Kurtis is still the Carolinas Champion, he cannot be your tag team partner. See, I am implementing a rule
that a person cannot hold two Rebel Pro belts at one time anymore. I don’t like it because it takes away from other wrestlers here and… it just doesn’t
feel right.

Chad scowls, but reluctantly nods.

LARRY GORDON: Matthew, you will defend your Carolinas belt at Merrytime Massacre against a man who is getting his rematch, Cuzin’ Zeke. Thomas, I’m glad
that Chet found you to give you the belt, but you will be defending it against Mikey Massacre at Merrytime Massacre.

The crowd boos as Thomas looks at Larry Gordon, not liking it one bit.

LARRY GORDON: Chad and Jonothan, I haven’t forgotten the two of you in this, you two will be in a tag team match going up against Revolutions and Revelations
and the loser of the Tag Team Championship match later tonight.

Larry turns to head backstage and with that, the Justice League’s theme hits up and they walk back stage.

ROB MARTINEZ: Mr. Gordon doesn’t pull favorites, that is for sure.

COREY TAYLOR: Damn right he doesn’t, I tried to get him to fire you and he said it could cost me my job… can you believe that?

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JENNY JERSEY: The following match’s stipulation… is that there is no stipulation!

The crowd boos a little at this as Jenny smiles back at them, shrugging her shoulders.

JENNY JERSEY: I don’t come up with them folks, I’m just told what to say.

“Carbomb” hits the speakers as from the back stalks one of the largest men to ever step foot in a Rebel Pro ring. He looks to the crowd and only slaps
the hand of a fan that is wearing a vintage Extreme Elite jersey.

JENNY JERSEY: From Glens Falls New York, he stands at six feet eleven inches, weighing in at three hundred and forty-one pounds… VINCENT BLACK!

Vincent steps up to the apron, pulling himself up with the top rope before stepping over the top rope and waiting on his tag team partner.

“Judith” replaces “Carbomb” and out to a mixed reaction, only because he is teaming with Vincent, is Duncan Aries. He slaps hands as he walks down to the
ring steps.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing his tag team partner, from San Diego California he stands at six feet three inches and weighs in at two hundred and thirty-eight
pounds… “THE SPADE” DUNCAN ARIES!

Duncan steps up the steps and onto the ring apron, showing that there is no love lost between him and Vincent Black, but they both want to win this match.
“My Old Kentucky Home” comes to life as from the back to a huge ovation isJonothan Kurtis and the current Rebel Pro Carolinas Champion… Bluegrass Mafia
2.0.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing their opponents, making their way down to the ring being accompanied by Lyndsey Valentine, at a total combined weight of five
hundred and thirty-five pounds… Jonothan Kurtis and your Rebel Pro Carolinas Champion… Matthew Kurtis… “BLUEGRASS MAFIA 2.0!”

DING DING

Duncan and Jonothan lock up in the center of the ring, Aries with a forearm sends Jonothan up against the ropes. Duncan reaches out for a tag as he sends
Jonothan into the ropes. Vincent steps over the top rope, planting a big boot right into J-Kurt’s face. Matthew steps over the top rope as well, right
hand to the big Vincent Black and this match is out of control early here.

ROB MARTINEZ: It didn’t take long.

COREY TAYLOR: It never does, you damn idiot.

Vincent with a right as the two biggest men in Rebel Pro lock up. Duncan lifts Jonothan up to his feet, right right, and another right has the smallest
Kurtis brother in the corner. Duncan runs in with a clothesline, but J-Kurt drops down allowing Duncan to crash chest first into the turnbuckle. Jonothan
rolls him over, to pound his fists into Duncan’s face. Matthew with a right hand catches Vincent off-guard backing him up to the center of the ring. Jonothan
Kurtis flies in, kneeling down behind Black. Matthew with a short running clothesline sends Black tumbling over to land on Duncan Aries, their two heads
colliding together with a thunk. Matthew pulls Duncan up to his feet, tossing him into the corner, he runs in with a big boot nearly decapitating “The
Spade”. Vincent gets up to his feet as Matthew whips Duncan into the path of Jonothan. Vincent spears Jonothan through the ropes as Duncan rebounds off
the ropes to catch Matthew with a flying axehandle smash.

ROB MARTINEZ: Neither team can get an advantage for long in this match.

COREY TAYLOR: Give Vincent a chance.

Vincent turns around in time to catch the backwards stumbling Matthew in a full nelson and slam him down to the canvas. Duncan grabs the ankle of Matthew
as Vincent hits the ropes, big boot to Matthew’s left knee. Duncan steps through the ropes, to pull Jonothan up from the floor. Vincent slams a boot into
the knee again, knee drop onto the knee and Matthew is in a world of hurt. Duncan whips J-Kurt into the ringpost, but Jonothan reverses sending Duncan
head first into the steel. Duncan steps back holding at his forehead, Jonothan springs from the apron with aroundhouse kick to his temple. Duncan hits
the concrete as J-Kurt back flips from the railing onto Aries. Inside the ring, Vincent pulls Matthew up to a vertical base, slamming him back first into
the corner. Vincent with a charge and a knee into his midsection. Matthew doubles over in pain as Vincent brings down a series of elbows down on Matthew’s
back. Jonothan steps onto the ring apron at Vincent’s back, climbing onto the top turnbuckle. Vincent slams a big forearm into Matthew’s back, he goes
for a European uppercut. J-Kurt runs down the length of the top rope, bringing Vincent down down to the canvas with a tornado DDT from the tight rope walking
position.

ROB MARTINEZ: Awesome move there from J-Kurt.

COREY TAYLOR: I cannot deny the truth, that was impressive.

Matthew gets out of the corner, Jonothan leaps up with a high five to the big brother. They both turn to Vincent, Matthew with a backbreaker, holding him
on his knee; Jonothan leaps from the top turnbuckle with a leg drop across Black’s throat.

One…

Two…

Duncan pulls Jonothan out of the ring to prevent the final three, even though Vincent kicked out with authority. Matthew pulls Vincent up, charging knee,
counter by Black sending Matthew over and onto Jonothan.

COREY TAYLOR: Duncan shoved Jonothan right into the path of the falling Matthew… brilliant.

ROB MARTINEZ: Smart move, I agree.

Black turns around, stepping over the top rope, he jumps down with a double foot stomp on the back of Matthew Kurtis. He pulls Jonothan out from under
the pile and tells Duncan that Matthew is his problem. Vincent with a elbow to Jonothan’s face. Duncan picks Matthew up, fist to the gut and Matthew doubles
over. Duncan with a lifted knee into his face as he holds onto the back of Matthew’s head. Duncan with another lifted knee before he slams Matthew’s face
into the announcer’s table. Vincent lifts Jonothan up in a gorilla press, dropping him onto his bent knee and the wind is driven right out of J-Kurt’s
sails. Vincent turns to see Duncan slamming Matthew’s head into the table before he lifts Jonothan back up, placing his throat over the railing he lifts
him high up over his head. Vincent drops Jonothan, but J-Kurt counters right before the release falling behind and somehow dropkicking Vincent’s skull
sending him against the railing. Jonothan is gasping for breath as Vincent is trying to untangle himself from the railing. J-Kurt with another tightrope
walk, this one on the railing, and at the last second leaps with a leg drop crushing Vincent’s throat against the top of the railing. Duncan slams a fist
into Matthew’s temple before sweeping his legs out from under him and causing Matthew’s skull to slam into the concrete. J-Kurt crawls around the corner,
his breath still knocked out of him. Duncan places a chair on Matthew’s face, but Jonothan is too winded to stop it, but he is trying. Duncan stomps down
on the chair three times before he rolls the busted open Matthew Kurtis into the ring. Duncan is also wearing a crimson mask from his contact with the
steel post earlier.

ROB MARTINEZ: This action is intense Corey.

COREY TAYLOR: I’ve seen better moves on the Rebel Pro video game.

ROB MARTINEZ: There is no Rebel Pro video game.

COREY TAYLOR: There isn’t? Let me check my notes… I mean a board game… forgot to change my card of insults…

Duncan climbs to the top turnbuckle, going for a diving elbow, but Matthew rolls out of the way just in time to avoid the contact. Matthew pulls himself
up to a vertical base, slamming a knee into Duncan’s face to roll him over onto his back. Jonothan has regained his breath and is in the ring now as well;
but here comes Black from the outside. J-Kurt hits the ropes, Matthew lifts him high into the air, J-Kurt dives over the top onto Vincent and they go down
to the concrete. Matthew lifts the lifeless form of Duncan up to a vertical base… boot to the midsection and a powerbomb sends him back down onto the
canvas. Matthew drags his thumb across his throat, signaling the end is nigh at hand.

ROB MARTINEZ: Matthew signaling the match is over.

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah Chad Kurtis is a gotard.

ROB MARTINEZ: Do what? Chad Kurtis isn’t even in this match.

COREY TAYLOR: Last time I pay your mom to make my insult cards, they are all out of place… your mom is a complete retard Rob!

ROB MARTINEZ: Hey!

COREY TAYLOR: Hey yourself… damn, you can never find good help anymore.

Rob slaps Corey as Matthew hoists Duncan up, wrapping his hand around Aries’ throat. Matthew sends him down with a chokeslam, making the cover, referee
Jimmy Johnson refuses to count pointing out that Jonothan and Vincent are the two legal men. Matthew steps through the ropes, uppercut from Black tangles
Matthew in the ropes. Black jumps up, sending Matthew’s throat across the middle rope harshly before following it up with a vicious looking right hand
to the face. Duncan is moving in the ring now using the ropes to literally tie Matthew in the ropes. Vincent nods his approval at this tactic as he rolls
the form of Jonothan into the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: This doesn’t look good for J-Kurt.

COREY TAYLOR: I don’t need your mother’s cards to insult you… Captain Isn’t That Painfully Obvious.

Black lifts J-Kurt up, slamming him down violently with the New Hope as Matthew struggles to free himself. Duncan turns to step through the ropes as Black
tags him in. Duncan makes the cover as Black nails Matthew with a series of right hands, he is seen mouthing… “I’m going to get you Chad…. I’m going
to f*bleep*king get you!”

One…

Two…

Three.

DING! DING! DING!

JENNY JERSEY: Winners of the match, the team of Duncan Aries and Vincent Black!

ROB MARTINEZ: Black and Aries with an impressive victory.

COREY TAYLOR: Told you they would win you idiotic spawn of an even more retarded mother.

ROB MARTINEZ: That’s it! I’ve had enough!

COREY TAYLOR: Why Robby, are you upset?

ROB MARTINEZ: One more word about my mother… from your lips…

COREY TAYLOR: Geeze… a bit touchy aren’t we?

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Just before the next match.. the crowd still popping from the last one, the sound of a familiar tune blasts out of the speaker system……. It is the
Flatts and Scruggs rendition of the “Beverly Hillbillies” Theme….. the crowd turns it attention to the runway and the black curtain… awaiting the person
associated with it. The spotlight lights the curtain and finally a voice, coming from the ring…and the spot light turns quickly to find in the middle
of the ring Cuzin Zeke, member of FTC, and previous holder of the Carolina Belt, and world tag belt. He is dressed in a t-shirt emblazoned with the saying
“Been there, done that!, and pair of well worn blue jeans.

ZEKE: “Stops the music, stops it now!!! I gots a few things I gots to get off my chest. Hey stops the booing, stops that too..!! Listens up to whats I
gots to say, then we can gets on with the rest of the card. Last time in Tennessee, I was forced to defends my Carolina belt, and as ya all can sees, I
lost it to that Kentucky no good, Matt Kurtis. Well’s ya all seen what happened, and wells on that night I guess the best man won. But Kurtis ya aint that
far from my sights. I am gonna regroups and gonna comes after ya… so keeps your eyes open… and looks over your shoulders..both of them..!”

The crowd reacts, some boos and cheers, a mixed reaction to what Zeke has said. Neither Kurtis or Zeke are exactly crowd favorites, some siding on Zeke’s
side, others for Kurtis.

ZEKE: ” But nows I wants ya all to listens…. I been doing some thinking this past few days since my bout with Kurtis. And wells I thinks maybe I starting
to sees the light. Ya sees, FTC, now we gots no gold, FTC been beat up pretty hard recently, and FTC, well sure aint helping me…so I starting to realize
somethings. I sees that both Mikey and Vincent they gots their own ideas, both of them gots their own path. Wells I been in the wrestling game too long…
and been taken downs a few paths before… been a follower oh too many times… and usually where does I end up…. Nowheres…absolutely nowheres. So
once again, something comes over me, and listens to Mikey, he tells me how REBEL aint all it seems to be. I starts to thinks on it, and see maybe he is
right. So I decides to go left at the fork in the road. Now tells me, how many of yas made that choice.. wishing ya went right?? Wells…I am standing
here in fronts of ya all…telling ya I made that mistake, yes I should have gone right. So here’s what I am gonna do, I am gonna go back alongs to the
fork and this time I turning right!!!” Far as I can see, FTC will be missing a link, missing a cog in the wheel, missing someones to grease the wheel,
you gots it right fans…. I aint no more in FTC…. !”

Zeke turns with the mic…and moves to the side of the ring….

ZEKE: ” Hits my new music….please!!!”

From the speakers comes a rendition of The Who’s ” We Won’t Be Fooled Again”, Zeke now makes his way out of the ring… the crowd is not sure how to react,
and some fans now try to shake his hand as he leaves and disappears behind the black curtain.

ROB MARTINEZ: Maybe this will be the last interruption of the night. We are starting to be like the WWE.

COREY TAYLOR: Nah, nobody can possibly be that crappy, except when you let retards get on the mic.

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All eyes turn to the ring where referee Jimmy Johnson is holding the #1 CONTENDER’S TROPHY. At center ring, Jenny Jersey raises the microphone to her lips…
JENNY JERSEY: The following contest is a FEAST OR FAMINE match! In this match, the winner will become the new holder of the #1 Contender’s Cup… while
the loser will be FIRED from REBEL Pro! Introducing the competitors…

“Four Sticks” by the Rollins Band picks up. The crowd reacts with surprise as a female dressed for in-ring action strides through the curtain. Some of
the fans laugh, others aren’t sure how to react. ‘What is this?’

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first! Hailing from London Ontario Canada, she is MEGHAN! NASH! STRADER!

COREY TAYLOR: So who’s she managing?

ROB MARTINEZ: Do your homework, man! Meghan Nash Strader, fans, wanted in REBEL Pro Wrestling. She was told that we do not have a women’s division, but
that didn’t stop her! After months of requests, owner Larry Gordon has given her this one chance to prove that she belongs inside the squared circle against
the men!

COREY TAYLOR: Is this a joke? Women don’t belong in the MEN’s ring, period — and they definitely don’t belong in a place like REBEL! She could have that
pretty face mangled by a cheese grater, or those legs destroyed by barbed wire…

ROB MARTINEZ: I don’t agree with your sexist attitude, Taylor, but I do worry for the well-being of an individual who is significantly smaller than any
wrestler on our roster. In fact, Strader has had to sign a waiver to even have this one match… REBEL is not responsible if she ends up injured or worse!
But in this very same match, Strader has the potential to become #1 Contender in her first contest…

Strader bounces in place, looking ready and fit to begin this contest…

(Supposedly) Guns N Roses kicks up with their recent single, “Shackler’s Revenge.” The fans know exactly how to respond to this man: by booing.

JENNY JERSEY: And her opponent! Weighing in at two-hundred and thirty-one pounds… MARXX!

COREY TAYLOR: And finally Marxx is being given the opportunity he DESERVES in this company. He should have been given a shot at the #1 Contender’s Cup
immediately upon his arrival; no, he should have been HANDED the trophy! He’s a worldwide star!

ROB MARTINEZ: I don’t deny that Marxx has made a name for himself all over the continent, but here in REBEL Pro, he hasn’t shown these fans any of that
talent. Marxx is oh and three heading into tonight’s contest… in fact, I don’t even know why he’s getting a shot at the #1 Contender’s Trophy with that
record.

COREY TAYLOR: REBEL management is making up for not giving Marxx the welcome he deserved, Martinez.

ROB MARTINEZ: Sure… but if Marxx drops to oh and four, not only does he not become #1 Contender… but he’s out of the company!

COREY TAYLOR: He has a one hundred pound weight advantage on this little princess, almost half a foot, and SHE’S A GIRL.

ROB MARTINEZ: That’s self-evident. Both competitors are ready, referee Jimmy Johnson calls for the bell! Here we go!

Marxx looks across the ring at a determined Strader, snorting in contempt. They go for a lock-up — Strader sidesteps and gets behind, throwing forearm
shots at Marxx! She hits one, two, three, Marxx with a big right-hand knocks the lightweight Strader down. Marxx holding the side of his jaw, he’s not
laughing now. He picks Strader up and literally throws her into the corner! He’s choking her out, Johnson can’t do anything, this is REBEL RULES. Marxx
gets off the throat…

CHOP.

HUGE chop to the upper chest of Strader. “How’s that little girl? Shouldn’t you be in the kitchen?” The crowd boos Marxx as he sends her to the ropes.
Ducks his head — Strader with a kick to the face! Marxx pops up, holding his nose, as Strader hits the ropes again, tries for a flying crucifix… Marxx
stays on his feet and regains his balance. He flips Strader into position and nails a BOTTLE BUSTER! Marxx with a cover… one! Two! Kick-out by Strader!
ROB MARTINEZ: Meghan Nash Strader with a lot of guts out here, but Marxx has the clear size and power advantage. Oh come on now, that’s uncalled for!

Marxx kneeling across Strader’s throat, oblivious to the referee’s demands to get off her. Marxx does, a vicious smirk on his face. He signals that it’s
over… “Time to leave my marks on this bitch!” Marxx scoops the woman up, looking for LEAVING MARXX! Strader fights over, sunset flip! Marxx wobbling,
he’s not going down… He gets his balance! PUNCH — right where Strader’s head WAS. Marxx shakes the hand out, turns around, KICKWHAM — FOUR STICKS!
Strader puts Marxx’ head right into the canvas! She gets up and hits a standing moonsault, one, two, kick-out by Marxx!

Strader trying to get some momentum, waiting for Marxx to get up… looking for a double arm DDT! Marxx spins out, sets her up for the Jagerbomb — COUNTERED!
Strader grabs the head… and delivers VENGEANCE! The Acid Drop connects! Marxx gets to his feet quickly, only to be taken down by a snappy huracanrana!
Strader off the ropes again, step-up enziguri! Marxx is down, Strader going to the top rope… KNEE DROP TO THE HEAD OF MARXX! COVER ONE, TWO, FOOT ON
THE ROPE!

ROB MARTINEZ: She calls that the FATALITY and you can see why, she almost caved in the skull of Marxx! Unbelievably, this crowd is getting behind Strader!
Marxx with a thumb to the eye. Irish whip, clothesline, Strader ducks under — OH MY ! WHAT A LOW BLOW — SHE’S GRABBED ON!

COREY TAYLOR: I normally like that but YEOWCH!

The crowd ‘ooooohs’ as Strader pulls Marxx down to the canvas with a handful of ballsack. Strader gets up and yells “DON’T (BLEEP) WITH ME!” Holding his
groin, Marxx struggles to his feet… and Strader this time delivers the Second-hand Strader double arm DDT! She covers, ONE, TWO, TH—

STRADER PULLS MARXX UP?

COREY TAYLOR: HOW DARE SHE!

ROB MARTINEZ: I think — I think Strader had Marxx beat right there, but she’s not done yet! Meghan Nash Strader wants to send a message via the carcass
of Marxx to everybody here in REBEL Pro!

Strader pulls Marxx up, he’s clearly out. Toe-hick! Hooks the arms…

MY FRIEND OF MISERY! The pedigree connects! Strader covers this time, counting along with the crowd ONE, TWO, THREE!

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of the match and NEWWWWWW #1 Contender… MEGHAN NASH STRADER!

Johnson raises Strader’s arm, she pumps her fist. The crowd seems to buy into her!

JENNY JERSEY: And Marxx? You lost… and that means YOU’RE FIRED!

The crowd, led by Strader, sings “NAH NAH NAH, GOODBYE as Marxx is helped out by Johnson. Strader shoulders the #1 Contender’s Trophy in victory!

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JENNY JERSEY: The following non-title match is set for one fall at a thirty minute time limit! And the TBA stipulation is… CATCH AS CATCH CAN!

COREY TAYLOR: What does that mean?

ROB MARTINEZ: To the best of my knowledge, Taylor, it means that this is going to be a traditional wrestling match!

COREY TAYLOR: Does anybody in REBEL know how to have one of those?

Heavy guitars and screaming kick in.

Here comes the champ, and he’s not alone?

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by JEFF JAMES! Weighing in at two-hundred and forty-five pounds, from Hollywood Florida,
he is the current REBEL Pro World Heavyweight Champion… THOMAS YOUNG!

“Every single time I feel the burn I try to throw it away
A fast fix for the brokenness of everyday
It’s like the pain is building up, it’s swelling up
I’ve got to choke it down and break it down until it’s broke down!”

Young and James head down the aisle, the crowd responding with major positivity for the recently returned Thomas. Young bumps knuckles with James and heads
into the ring, posing in center of ring. He hands the belt over to Jenny Jersey.

ROB MARTINEZ: There is your reigning REBEL World Heavyweight Champion, at last with the belt he won fair & square… A belt that Mikey Massacre felt he
had to steal after he lost the bout two weeks ago at Misgivings!

COREY TAYLOR: Possession is nine-tenths of the law!

ROB MARTINEZ: Well Massacre no longer possesses the belt. And with or without it, Thomas Young would be the recognized REBEL World Heavyweight Champion!
If you’ll recall correctly, it was Massacre who CHOSE to put the title on the line against Young; some strange attempt to show up his fellow FTC member
Cuzin Zeke. Massacre was undone by his own hubris! But as we heard earlier Massacre WILL get his rematch at MERRYTIME MASSACRE!

COREY TAYLOR: About time Larry Gordon did something RIGHT in this promotion.

Young bounces off the ropes, ready… lights out.

“Guess who’s back?”

The crowd gets hyped up in the dark!

Wait for it…

WAIT FOR IT…

“THEY SAY I’M COCKY!
AND I SAY WHAT?
IT AIN’T BRAGGIN’ MOTHER(BLEEP) IF YA BACK IT UP!”

REBEL BANANA!

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent! Weighing in at two-hundred and thirty pounds, originally from Paducah Kentucky he now hails out of Durham, North Carolina!
He is “THE SHOW” CHAD KURTIS!

Kurtis slaps hands on the way to the ring, peering out from beneath his hood up at the ring. He makes a circle around ringside for the screaming fans,
then slides in and pops up to the top turnbuckle, flipping his hood back and extending his arms. He tosses his hoodie to the crowd and backflips off the
top to a pop, then turns to face Young, all seriousness. Referee Alan Stone checking Young, now comes over to check Kurtis.

ROB MARTINEZ: As tremendous as Young’s victory over Massacre for the world title was, it has to stick in the craw of Chad Kurtis just a bit. Kurtis pursued
Massacre all summer and fall, only to come up short in two title matches against Massacre. Then Young returns and scores the huge upset in only his second
match back!

COREY TAYLOR: Young had a FLUKE victory, Martinez. Call it what it IS. I’m not a Chad Kurtis fan —

ROB MARTINEZ: No kidding.

COREY TAYLOR: — but Kurtis is a top-notch pro wrestler. He’s just not as good as he thinks he is. What he is, though, is BETTER than this backyard PUNK.
Kurtis is going to show the world what a fluke Thomas Young is right here tonight in Raleigh!

ROB MARTINEZ: Harsh invective from my broadcast partner Corey Taylor… and we are ready to get this match underway!

Senior referee Alan Stone looks at both men, then calls for the bell!

DING DING DING

Young and Kurtis shake hands in the center of the ring to applause from the rowdy REBEL rousers. They circle to start and lock-up, Kurtis taking over with
a top wristlock. Young looking for an out, reverses it and works to a hammerlock. Kurtis reaches back, trying to grab at Young, can’t get him, reaches
between the legs… spins around and reverses the hammerlock! Young reaches up and grabs around Chad’s head, kicks off the ropes, snapmares him over —
but Chad holds on and rolls through, still possessing the hold! Switch into a side headlock, Young tries to get a back suplex but Chad is too much of a
veteran to put a leg far enough back for Young to take the leverage. Young looking for another way out, reaches up, trying to work in Chad’s hands, breaks
free and gets a wrist-lock; immediately reversed by Kurtis, flipping Young onto his back! Kurtis to an armbar, controlling Young on the mat. Young forcing
his way to his feet, gets a leg behind Kurtis’ and begins bending The Show backwards! The top of Chad’s head touches the canvas, Kurtis bridged right over…
Chad drops to his back, rolls backwards, then up and around and arm drags Young to the canvas! Young pops up and comes back at Chad, taken down again by
a deep arm drag! One more time, another beautiful arm drag by Chad Kurtis and this time he holds onto the arm bar again. The crowd claps for some beautiful
technical wrestling!

ROB MARTINEZ: REBEL is known for violence but that’s not all we bring! Some of the best wrestling in the world right here in REBEL PRO WRESTLING!

COREY TAYLOR: And what did I tell you? Chad Kurtis is completely dominating Thomas Young on the canvas.

ROB MARTINEZ: No argument there, the advantage is The Show’s in these opening minutes.

Chad wrenches on the arm, then pulls back Thomas’ other arm, wrapping it under his arm pit and bridging back. Young yells in pain as Chad seems content
to stretch the REBEL champion a little bit. Kurtis lets go of the arm bar, then wraps his hand around Young’s chin, twisting his neck and torquing on the
man’s head, other arm still trapped! James pounds the canvas on the outside, telling Thomas to find a way out, stay calm and work it out. Referee Alan
Stone asks Thomas if he wants to quit, no dice. Chad doesn’t expect to win that easily, but he’s sending a message to the world champion here. Chad lets
go of the upper body, but before Young can react, he grapevines the legs and turns Young over with a leg hold! More pain for Young to experience… but
Young forces a roll over, frees himself from the leg hold and leaps over to cinch a side headlock on Chad on the mat! Kurtis on the bottom for the first
time in the match, but not for long as he uses his flexibility to headscissor Young, taking control again. Young pounds the mat, head being crushed between
Chad’s powerful thighs (the source of his springboard superiority). Young rolls around, trying to get free… he’s standing on his head? Head-stand by
Thomas Young? He pops out of the hold and tries to kick a seated Chad right in the face, only to get caught and taken right back down into a single-leg
grapevine. Young right by the ropes this time, however, and he grabs the bottom as Alan Stone tells The Show to break. Separation occurs and Chad winks
at a sore Young, letting him know just who is control of this match.

ROB MARTINEZ: Things not going the champion’s way here… Chad Kurtis, the All-American completing owning Young on the canvas! We both know that Kurtis
wants back in world title contention, a non-title victory over the champion has to put him right back up there.

COREY TAYLOR: Thomas Young needs to win this match to prove he’s not a lucky jerk! There’s a lot on the line here, not the least of it the two grand I
owe to my ex-wife.

ROB MARTINEZ: You bet your alimony?

Both men up to a standing base again, Young tight-lipped. He knows very well that The Show has shown him up. Some of the crowd even chant “you got served!”
Circle again, into a tie-up, Kurtis again wins with a side headlock. Young tries to break out the way he did before, and gets the hammerlock, but Chad
reverses quickly into a hammerlock of his own, then right back to the side headlock! Shout of frustration by Thomas Young, but he tries a different tactic.
Elbow to the abdomen of The Show, two, a third breaks him free! Young hits the ropes and comes off with a clothesline, ducked by The Show! Young skids
to a stop and turns around, only to be met by a dropkick! Right back up is Young, Kurtis catches him with a hip toss — blocked! Young reverses to a hip
toss of his own, but Kurtis lands on his feet! Kurtis with a quick jab to the gut of Young doubles him over, leg over the head, rocker dropper? Young stands
straight up, flipping Chad up, again Kurtis lands on his feet! Right hand by Young, Chad ducks and wraps around, full-nelson attempt? Young fights out,
reverses around and hits a BACK SUPLEX on Chad — NOOO! CHAD AGAIN FLIPS OUT AND LANDS ON HIS FEET! Young turns around, TOEKICK, BENT OVER! CK FINALE
— Thomas Young sweeps the legs of Chad quickly, looking for a catapult! Had Kurtis’ finisher well-scouted, has the man’s legs, shoots him into the turnbuckle!
The Show nimbly lands right on the second turnbuckle, Thomas turns around, reverse cross body by Chad connects center ring! ONE! TWO! Young kicks out!
Chad with another cover! ONE! TWO! Young kicks out! Third cover! One! Two! Young kicks out, using up a lot of energy getting out of those rapid covers.
ROB MARTINEZ: Young cannot solve The Show!

COREY TAYLOR: And I cannot solve Rubik’s and his damn Cube.

Back up, The Show snapmares Young over. Kick to the spine! Young grimaces in pain but watch Kurtis! Off the ropes like a shot basement dropkick to the
mush of Young! STANDING MOONSAULT! Cover one, two, Young out before three. Chad pulls him to his feet, forearm shivers to Young. He puts the man into the
corner… vicious chop! Irish whip across the ring, Young hard into the turnbuckles. Kurtis in with a charge, Young gets the boot up in Chad’s face! Chad
stumbles out, turning around, and Young grabs him from behind! GERMAN SUPLEX — INTO THE TURNBUCKLE! Chad crumbles in the corner as Young rolls to his
hands and knees, trying to gain his breath.

ROB MARTINEZ: GERMAN SUPLEX RIGHT INTO THE CORNER! That could be the opening Young needs to finally take control of this contest!

COREY TAYLOR: It’s gonna take a lot more than one move, even one as big as that, for Young to pin The Show for a three-count here, Martinez.

ROB MARTINEZ: Young catching his breath, trying to slow down the break-neck pace of this match so far. The Show is one of the fastest men in REBEL -OR-
NAPW, hands down!

Young sees Chad getting to his feet, holding the back of his head, and quickly hooks the man for a SNAP suplex. Young measures Chad, big boot to the side
of the man’s head. Again he hooks Chad up, suplex attempt, Kurtis blocks! Trying one of his own, Young legblocks that, and finally gets the vertical suplex!
Young with a cover, two count, Chad out well before three. Young hooks a chinlock, Chad fights his way to his feet. One, two, three elbows, Chad leaps
and springboards off the middle rope with a spinning kick! Young ducks, he’s done his homework and knows all about Chad’s springboard preferences. Chad
turns around — BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX! Pop-up, another one delivered by Young, sending Chad right overhead! Kurtis slower to get up this time, Young hits
the ropes —

RUNNING YAKUZA KICK!

Chad sidesteps! Springboard off with a moonsault — INVERTED DDT! SHOWTIME! Kurtis pops back to his feet —

STANDING SHOOTING STAR!

ONE, TWO, YOUNG ROLLS THE SHOULDER!

ROB MARTINEZ: Just like that, Kurtis able to swing the match back in his favor! The man can potentially utilize every single square inch of that ring as
an ally…

Kurtis picks up Young and perches him … on the top rope? He climbs up, Young fights him! Exchange of punches on the top turnbuckle, the world champ shoves
Chad off! Chad lands on his feet RUNS RIGHT BACK UP FRANKENSTEINNNNNERRRR! Young hits the canvas, prone, Chad points to the turnbuckle! The crowd rises
to their feet and yells as he makes each leap!

“BEST!”

“MOONSAULT!”

“EVERRRRROHHHHHHHH!”

Young gets the knees up right into the soaring Kurtis’ mid-section! No way even The Show could change direction after committing like that! Young rolls
to his feet as Kurtis gasps for breath, doubled-over….

YAKUZA KICK!

And this time Young connects, full speed right to the side of Chad’s head! Young hooks the leg ONE, TWO, KICK-OUT! Crowd yelling and screaming for this
match, they don’t know who they want to win, they’re just INTO IT! Young throws some right hands to The Show and puts him in the corner. Irish whip! Chad
hard into the opposite turnbuckle. Young with a running big boot attempt, Chad slides BETWEEN the third and second ropes to the outer canvas! What the?
Hooks Young — REVERSE STO INTO THE ROPES?! Ropes between the two, Chad snapped Young’s throat off the top rope with an… unorthodox use of the reverse
STO!

ROB MARTINEZ: There is a reason they call him the INNOVATOR OF OFFENSE! Have you ever seen that before, Taylor?

COREY TAYLOR: Never, and I guarantee you Thomas Young never has either. Because nobody’s done it!

Young picking himself up, Chad still on the outside ring apron. He waits for his man to get up… SPRINGBOARD DROPKICK! SIDE-STEPPED! Chad slammed down
to the canvas, Young off the ropes, Chad rising to his feet…

ROARING ELBOW! Chad hits the canvas hard and Young covers ONE, TWO, NO! Kurtis out! Young picks his man up, says it’s over, looking for THE OMEGA DRIVER…
but Chad fighting, throwing back elbows! He breaks free of Young, hits the ropes and comes off with a lariat! Ducked! Chad’s momentum spins him around,
Young gets a backdrop CUTTER! YOUNG CUTTER! COVER! ONE! TWO! TH—

NOOOOOO! CHAD KICKS OUT!

Young looks up at referee Alan Stone in disbelief, holding three fingers up. Stone screams TWO! TWO! as the crowd can’t believe it. Young picks Chad up,
looking for a vertical suplex — Chad flips out at the apex! BEHIND YOUNG —

SUPERKICK! Young is prone, Chad to the outside…

PRIMETIME SPLASH!

ONE! TWO! THR—

SHOULDER UP AT THE LAST SECOND!

ROB MARTINEZ: Now it’s The Show’s turn to be in disbelief! Young got the shoulder up at two and three-quarters!

COREY TAYLOR: It was an involuntary reaction, the kid doesn’t know where he is.

ROB MARTINEZ: However you rank it, Chad Kurtis just a split-second from pinning the REBEL World Heavyweight Champion!

The crowd is standing — THEY HAVEN’T SAT DOWN. Kurtis picks up Young, sends him into the corner… BLUEGRASS BREEZE! Young stumbles out into the traditional
reverse STO! That’s gotta be all! ONE! TWO! THREE—

SHOULDER UP! Young will not stay down! Chad has to wonder what’ll put the young champ (no pun intended) down… never mind. He knows EXACTLY what will
put the champ down! The signal — it’s FINALE time. Kurtis picks up Young, standing headscissors… HERE IT COMES! NO! Young with a sudden spin out and
up, right behind Kurtis?!

BACKDROP DANGERRRRROUSSSSSSSS!

ONE!

TWO!

THRNOOOOOOOOHHHHH!

Kurtis kicks out after a SICK backdrop! The crowd chants: “THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!”

ROB MARTINEZ: Both men trying to catch their breath, trying to figure out what’s next! This match can’t go on all night…

COREY TAYLOR: Can it?

Young picks up Chad, and lifts him to the top rope. What’s this? He pulls him out… going for SHADES OF DEATH! Chad squirming, fighting it, knocks Thomas
away! Chad forward rolls down and to the other side of Young, who is slightly off-balance. Chad with a step-up enziguri! Young down to one knee, dazed,
Kurtis hits the ropes for a SPRINGBOARD SHINING WIZARD — Young ducks! Chad lands on his feet, regains his balance — ROARING ELBOW BY YOUNG! Chad staggered!
YAKUZA KICK knocks Chad down! Young doesn’t go for a cover, pulls Chad up and into position! HOOKS THE LEG!

THE OMEGA DRIVER!

COVER ONE TWO THREEEEEEEE!

JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner… the REBEL World Heavyweight Champion, THOMAS YOUNNNNNG!

The crowd is ON THEIR FEET, stomping and applauding!

ROB MARTINEZ: Thomas Young has beaten THE SHOW! Can you believe this kid, coming out of nowhere… and beating both MIKEY MASSACRE and CHAD KURTIS in consecutive
shows? Unbelievable match!

COREY TAYLOR: I…

ROB MARTINEZ: Still going to call him a fluke, Taylor?

COREY TAYLOR: He beat CHAD KURTIS in a big match for CHAD KURTIS, Martinez. Young hasn’t proven anything yet!

ROB MARTINEZ: You’re hopeless.

The crowd is chanting “THANK YOU CHAD, THANK YOU YOUNG, THANK YOU CHAD, THANK YOU YOUNG!” James in the ring, helping an exhausted Young stay on his feet,
James and the referee each raising one of Young’s arm. Kurtis rolls over and gets to his feet with the ropes for an assist. Holding his head, Kurtis looks
over at Young…

Young looks uncertain, wondering how Chad is going to react.

Kurtis glares at Young, wincing in pain. Sweat pours off both men…

Chad extends a hand. Young accepts it, and Chad then raises Young’s arm and points to him.

ROB MARTINEZ: No doubt The Show disappointed by this loss, and we know he’ll be coming for the world title sooner or later… but Thomas Young, the REAL
REBEL World Heavyweight Champion, apparently has Chad Kurtis’ endorsement! One hell of a match, but our show is not done yet. What’s up next?

COREY TAYLOR: That’s TBA!

The crowd continues to cheer for Young, who holds the REBEL title belt up high, as Show takes the long walk back down the aisle…

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—INTERMISSION—

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The time for intermission has just started, the crowd still buzzing from the intensity of the whole show. Suddenly “Code Of Energy” by Papa Roach blares
over the PA system, and the fans who were leaving stop in their tracks not knowing what to make of it first. Smoke fills the entryway as a single strobe
light pulses down on a figure clad in a hooded windbreaker and black jeans.

ROB MARTINEZ: Who the hell is this? No one is scheduled to be on next, it is supposed to be intermission.

COREY TAYLOR: Whoever it is has a cool entrance, and a nifty hooded windbreaker.

The figure surveys the crowd from under the hood, as we can make out a sly grin on the face of the newcomer. He walks down the aisle slowly, planting one
black booted foot in front of the other, the crowd giving him a mixed reaction. He enters the ring and calls for a mic, “Code Of Energy” dying down, the
lights returning to normal.

HOODED FIGURE: Congratulations Rebel Pro. Congratulations on all of your success, the names you’ve made famous, the moments in wrestling history you have
forever etched into the annals of time. But you see, none of that, up until now, up until this very moment, none of it matters. All that matters is that
I am here now, and just by speaking, just by standing here in front of you all, I have changed everything.

ROB MARTINEZ: A cocky son of a gun. What’s his point?

COREY TAYLOR: Shh. Let the mystery man speak.

HOODED FIGURE: “For years you people have accepted mediocrity as greatness. You have embraced bar room brawlers, rich powerful men of wealth and desire,
fools, vagabonds, all of them have graced you with their presence, and you, in turn, like Pavlov’s dogs have begged to be satisfied. But by what? Lackluster
in ring abilities? Disgraceful oratory skills? Under this hood is the face of a young, captivating, sensational talent who has had the misfortune of being
in one of the worst professional wrestling companies in the entire universe. There he beat the so-called best. There he punked them out at each and every
turn. I come here, Rebel Pro, to grace you with a true presence, to be faced with a real challenge, and to show you what greatness inside this ring is
supposed to look like.

The figure lowers the mic and throws back his hood, revealing jet black hair, a pale complexion, and a smug look on his face. Those that recognize him
instantly boo him mercilessly, those new to him simply joining in because of his ego.

COREY TAYLOR: Hell yeah! It’s Aeolus Wrath!

ROB MARTINEZ: First The Phoenix and Scottie Snow, then Marxx, and now Aeolus Wrath comes to Rebel Pro from the ranks of the PWA!

Wrath lets the boos from the fans cascade over him, as he brings the mic to his lips.

AEOLUS: I am the son of one of the most dominant forces in professional wrestling. I am the nephew of one of the most arrogant and egocentric wrestlers
to ever grace this ring. More importantly than that, I am a man far above the Mark Sommers and Rob Robinsons of this world. You people have been force
fed this idea that the best PWA has to offer is a washed up has been and his lowly lackey, or perhaps some other poor schmuck who shows up here just to
collect a paycheck and get his ass beat by somebody far superior than he will ever be. I may have come from the PWA, but I sure as hell don’t represent
it. You can call me whatever you like, but the facts are what you need to hold onto. Fact. I’m a bigger star than everybody in that fossil promotion I
was in, and yet each and every time I was about to grab that brass ring, some exec, some front office jackoff would drag the rug out from under me. I was
in the same league as the Jethro Hayeses and Matthew Engels of this world. People like that, they’re yesterdays news, just like the Kurtises and Mikey
Massacres of this place. Each and every time the wrestling world has needed a true star to shine, someone to boost ratings, someone to bring this sport
out of the wilderness and into the Promised Land, they have called on one man, and you’re looking at him.

ROB MARTINEZ: What a conceited little-

COREY TAYLOR: Hey now! You may call it conceited, but I call it confidence Martinez.

Wrath rests his arms on the top rope, looking out onto the crowd of angry, hatred filled people. AEOLUS: Tonight Rebel Pro, tonight is your night. Tonight
is the beginning of a whole new chapter in your history. Its a dawning of a new age, a new era. Some of you know me, and you hate me, like I give a damn.
Some of you don’t, and you may be wondering just if I will hold true to my words, true to the “hype” surrounding me. By the end of this night Rebel Pro,
you will know me as the greatest aquisition this company has ever made. You will know me as somewhat of a new age prophecy. Most of all, you will know
me as Aeolus Wrath, The Code Of Energy, and you, like everyone else in this place, will come to fear me.

“Code Of Energy” by Papa Roach blares again as Aeolus drops the mic and exits the ring, with one last look at the audience, makes his way to the back.
ROB MARTINEZ: Well folks, that was a lot of talk from a guy who’s never had an official Rebel Pro match. One has to wonder, will Aeolus eat his words?
COREY TAYLOR: Well unlike you Martinez, I do my homework, and I knew from my sources that this guy was coming to

Rebel Pro. He’s quick. He’s sly. He’s
violent. He likes hurting people. To me, he’s going to turn a lot of heads around here.

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“Everyone I Went To High School With Is Dead” hits the speakers as from the back, The Jonas Brothers come out to a chorus of boos.

JENNY JERSEY: At a total combined weight of four hundred and sixty-six pounds, Jim and Tommy… THE JONAS BROTHERS!”

Jim and Tommy step up the steps and into the ring as they await their opponents.

“The Final Countdown” hits the speakers as from the back to a somewhat mixed reaction(cheers for Scottie Snow and boos for The Phoenix) comes the Rebel
Pro Tag Team Champions.

Rob Martinez: Scottie looks like has lost his puppy.

COREY TAYLOR: I guess Phoenix has put him in his place.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing the Rebel Pro Tag Team Champions at a total combined weight of four hundred and forty-five pounds, the team of SCOTTIE SNOW and
THE PHOENIX!

Both The Phoenix and Snow step through the ropes. The Jonas Brother charge the champs before the bell rings but the Phoenix and Snow are expecting this
and are ready. Phoenix takes down Jim Jonas with a drop toehold and Tommy Jonas hit’s the mat thanks to a Scottie Snow dropkick. Tommy rolls out of the
ring but is tagged with a baseball slide dropkick by Snow. The ref calls for the bell to officially start the match as Phoenix and Jim Jonas square off
in the ring as their partners fight outside the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: Utter Chaos!

COREY TAYLOR: Both teams want to have those straps, you idiot, what do you expect?

Jim and Phoenix get to their feet at about the same time but Jim jonas doesn’t stay on his feet for long as a arm drag by Phoenix puts him on his back
again. The Phoenix pulls up Jim Jonas with an armbar and puts several elbows into the older Jonas’ shoulder. Phoenix hits Jim Jonas with a short-arm and
then clamps on an armbar as Jim gets to a sitting position. The Phoenix is in firm control of the match right now. But on the outside of the ring it’s
a different story as Tommy Jonas has used anything and everything he can lay his hands on as a weapon against Scottie Snow.

COREY TAYLOR: Tommy making that idiot Snow pay for his insubordination.

ROB MARTINEZ: Tommy going to town on Scottie here as Phoenix wears down Jim inside the ring.

Tommy Jonas climbs the turnbuckle holding a steel chair and flies off and nails the Phoenix in the back with it. The two Jonas Brothers work over the Phoenix
as Snow struggles back to his feet and back into the ring when suddenly the North Korean National Anthem is heard through-out the arena and the Jonas’
rivals from CAWA ,the Juchedors (Hong Bong-Song and Kim Il-Gun) and their manager Oh He-Suk make their way to ringside. The Jonas Brothers see them and
head up the aisle to confront them. As the two tag teams exchange words it quickly breaks down to shoving but before it can escalate further the Rebel
World Tag Team Champions the Phoenix and “the Panther” Scottie Snow grab the Jonas Brothers and drag them back into the ring and away from the interlopers.
The Koreans walk on down to the ringside area and continue to hurl insults through their manager as the two teams in the ring battle it out.

ROB MARTINEZ: What are these guys doing here?

COREY TAYLOR: I can’t understand a word they are saying.

Inside the ring the champs use identical vertical suplexes to press their advantage over the distracted Jonas brothers. Snow nails Tommy Jonas with a spinning
heel kick at the same time that the Phoenix drills Jim Jonas with a Michinoku Driver. Snow clotheslines Tommy to outside the ring. As Tommy hits the floor
the Juchedors pounce and start to pound Jim Jonas as the ref’s view is blocked by the Phoenix. Scottie comes off the top turnbuckle with a Moonsault and
immediately covers Jim Jonas but only gets a two count. The champs dump Jim outside as the Juchedors roll Tommy back in. Phoenix and Snow nail Tommy Jonas
with a backbreaker/leg drop combo on Tommy Jonas. Other Rebel referees and Chris Samsonite come down to try and get the Koreans to leave but Bong-Song
and Il-Gun knock down the refs and begin to brawl with Samsonite. As this is happening Jim Jonas pulls a chair out from under the ring and charges back
into the ring and waffles Phoenix and Snow with it. Samsonite finally gets help from his tag team partner Justin Tyme as he comes out from the backstage
area after his match against Steven Andrews to help reject the Koreans and their manager. NiteTyme and the refs succeed in ejecting the Juchedors and their
manager from the ring side area and supposedly the arena as well.

ROB MARTINEZ: Night Thyme may not be the best tag team, but they bleed Rebel Pro.

COREY TAYLOR: I can only agree with you there, glad that they got them foreigners out of the building.

Back in the ring the Jonas Brothers have gained the advantage thanks to their brawling and hardcore skills. The Jonas Brothers took the opportunity to
introduce weapons into the match and have seized the advantage over the Rebel Tag Team Champs. A Con-Chair-to has put Scottie Snow temporarily out of the
match and the two brothers are Hell bent on doing the same to the Phoenix. They have him in position for the move as well but they time to issue a warning
to the Juchedors, who they think are still in the back. This allows the Phoenix to regain his feet and hit them both with a dropkick that sends their steel
chairs back into their faces. Phoenix knocks Jim Jonas out of the ring and concentrates his attack on Tommy. Phoenix works on Tommy’s legs with a flurry
of drop toe holds, leglocks and a brutal looking Dragon Screw leg whip. He follows this with a triple backbreaker then Phoenix goes in for the kill with
a Sharpshooter on Tommy’s injured back and legs. The Phoenix wretches back on Tommy who cries out in pain and Tommy lifts his hand as if he is going to
tap but the hold is broken up by Jim Jonas and a kendo stick.

ROB MARTINEZ: What a shot from Jim Jonas.

COREY TAYLOR: Where was that idiot Scottie Snow to prevent that?

Jim Jonas follows with a White Russian Legsweep on the Phoenix and whacks him several more times with the Kendo Stick. Looks like the match will come down
to the two bigger and more experienced members of each team. Jim Jonas steps back several steps to get a running start at the Phoenix but that is a mistake
as Phoenix catches Jim in Belly-to-Belly suplex and covers the stunned Jonas. But Tommy Jonas is back on his feet and waffles Phoenix with a steel chair
before the ref can even count to one. The Jonas then beat down Phoenix and position him for their finisher. the Phoenix tries to fight out of it but the
Jonas Bros hit it and Jim goes for the cover…

One…

Two…

Three….NO! Scottie Snow who everyone had forgot about breaks up the three count with a top rope leg drop to the back of Jim Jonas’ head. Snow is down
and so is Jim Jonas.

COREY TAYLOR: Scottie Snow there to make a very much needed save.

ROB MARTINEZ: Indeed.

As The Phoenix gets to his feet Tommy Jonas comes at him only to be met with a boot to the gut and he gets drilled by the Phoenix’s Flame, the cradle Piledriver,
here’s the pin…

One…

Two…

Three….

DING! DING! DING!

JENNY JERSEY: YOUR WINNERS AND STILL REBEL PRO WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS THE PHOENIX AND “THE PANTHER” SCOTTIE SNOW!

The champs collect their belts and leave the ringside area to a mixed reaction. Suddenly Hong Bong-Song and Kim Il-Gun and their manager Oh He-Suk make
a return appearance having broken away from the refs and NiteTyme in the back. The Koreans jump into the ring and attack the Jonas Brothers as the crowd
boos them unmercifully. The Phoenix and Snow watch for a little while before Phoenix jumps in, and orders Scottie Snow to jump in the ring and join the
Juchedors and Oh He-Suk in their assault on Jim and Tommy who try to fight back but are quickly knocked back down. Chris Samsonite and Justin Tyme come
back down to the ring not so much to “save” the Jonas Brothers as to get the interlopers out of the Rebel ring. But with the Jonas’ being down and out
they are met with a five-on-two assault. Suddenly as the tide of the brawl inevitable turns against NiteTyme, out of the back charges the BGM v2.0 of Matthew
Kurtis, Jonothan Kurtis, Lyndsey Valentine and joining them is Chad Kurtis.

ROB MARTINEZ: Here comes the calvary!

COREY TAYLOR: Whoopity doo?!

The BGM picks up the fight for Rebel pride, alongside Night Thyme.

ROB MARTINEZ: Look at the Rebel Roster showing up here now.

COREY TAYLOR: I only see the Bluegrass idiots and Fright Thyme.

The entire Bluegrass Mafia hits the ring and immediately J-Kurt takes out Snow with a super kick and then joins Matthew and Lyndsey in taking on the Koreans
as Chad brawls with the Phoenix. After a few moments Phoenix bails out of the ring and pulls Snow with him and the champs retreat to the back. Night Thyme
charge after The Phoenix and Scottie Snow. This leaves the Koreans alone with the BGM. Oh He-Suk is quickly put down thanks to a Bloody Valentine from
Lyndsey. Chad and Jonothan are gearing up for Superkicks on the Juchedors who turn to leave but are met by “the Bluegrass BadAss” who hits the Bluegrass
Mafia kick on Hong Bong-Song and then plants Kim Il-Gun with a Chokeslam then “The Show” and “the Bluegrass Heart-Throb” come off the opposite top turnbuckles
and hit the Koreans with a “Primetime” Splash and a Shooting Star Press. The Kurtis Brothers then dump the intruders outside the ring and actually hold
the ropes open for the EMT’s to be able to check on the Jonas Brothers. As the BGM poses and soaks in the cheers of the crowd the message is clear that
“outsiders” joining Rebel is one thing but people coming down from other feds to stir the shit is something that you don’t do.

ROB MARTINEZ: I’m getting word that we are nearly out of time. For Corey Taylor…

COREY TAYLOR: I can speak for my own self thank you. I’m Corey Taylor, get the f*bleep*k out of here.

{fade}

Credits

Meghan Nash Strader vs Marxx-Ro the Legendary
Justin Thyme vs Steven Andrews-Just plain old Bean
Bluegrass Mafia 2.0 vs Duncan Aries and Vincent Black-Plain Bean
Thomas Young vs Chad Kurtis-Ro Ro Ro the boat
The Phoenix/Scottie Snow vs The Jonas Brothers-Please Don’t Hurt us Kurtis
Aeolus Wrath segment-Aeolus Wrath
Cuzin’ Zeke segment-Zeke
Justice League segment-Kent/Kurtis/Bean
Michael Massacre segment and subsequent match-Da Man MJ