Rebel Without A Cause – 09/04/2007

REBEL Without A Cause
09/04/2007
6:31 P.M. The scene inside viagra street value Viper’s House of Pain is electric. Hendersonville, NC is indeed REBEL country. Warren is signing autographs. Assman and Dr.
Tittylover are selling T-Shirts. Manny X is chatting with Al B. Damned as they take pictures with the fans. Then Sebastien Martyr steps between the two.
The camera crew is on it quick.

SEBASTIEN: Big Manny X? Right?

AL: You know who he is.

SEBASTIEN: You think you are a better tag team partner than me, Manny?

Manny tries to speak but Sebastien interrupts.

SEBASTIEN: This is what happened… He wrestled with you. Then the following two matches, he lost. You rubbed your bad mojo on him.

AL: But we won OUR match in REBEL… I didn’t lose till I was with yo-

SEBASTIEN: You’re out of your element Al. Manny X, you need to stay away from Al… I don’t need my man being grouped with you, or any more of your mojo
messing us up. You hear me Manny? You’re a pathetic piss ant who will never b-

SLAP! The crowd around them goes crazy, as Manny X open hand smacks the face of Sebastien Martyr. Sebastien looks pissed then looks at Al.

SEBASTIEN: You going to let him do that to me, Al?

Al shakes his head and picks up Manny X with both hands around his throat. The crowd moves back as Al slams him to the concrete floor. Manny X hits hard.
SEBASTIEN: Took you long enough to act…

Security surrounds them as Al and Sebastien leave. The crowd is already seeing a show and before the show. Officials help Manny X up. Ten minutes later
the crowd starts a REBEL chant up, and it stays heavy for a while.

6:59 P.M. and “Purple Haze” viagra generic online starts playing. Rob Martinez is in the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: REBEL is in the house! Viper’s House of Pain, to be exact. We have a Number One Contenders Cup Match. We have a Carolina’s Title Match. We
have four Best of The Best tag team tournament matches. We have the greatest fans in the world. We have NAPW superstars in the crowd, and we don’t know
why!

The camera shows Link Van Haggard. Then we scan to Simply Beautiful. We also see Billy Kryenik and Sebastien Martyr.

ROB MARTINEZ: It’s time for blood, it’s time for great wrestling action and it’s time to see some REBEL’s Without a CAUSE!

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It’s time for the first match… and the crowd gets to their feet as 30 Seconds to Mars blares through the PA in the form of their song “Attack.” Walking
out of the curtain is the unlikely duo of the massive, surly Krenshov and the charming Mexican FEAR, who as per usual, carries a mysterious bag.

JENNY JERSEY: The following tag contest is a first-round match in the “Best Of The Best” tournament, and is set for one fall! Introducing first at a total
combined weight of five-hundred and ninety-three pounds… first, from Middletown, New Jersey, Krennnnnshov! And his partner from Dallas Texas, Fredrick
Eglasies Armand-Romano… he is FEARRRRR!

Fredrick takes the time to press the flesh around ringside. Krenshov simply steps over the top rope into the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: Well Krenshov might not be winning any new fans, but a favorable response to this unusual tag team tonight. These two men united by their
manager Eli Potts, who I will add is not at ringside this evening.

FEAR vaults into the ring and lands a perfect dismount, smiling broadly. They wait for their opponents, but there seems to be a delay.

ROB MARTINEZ: FEAR and Krenshov were actually next in line for a REBEL World tag title shot, but events have taken that way from them. I almost feel sorry
for whoever this mystery team is — I imagine the two men in the ring aren’t happy with having to go through an entire tournament to get their tag title
shot! Let’s see who this mystery team is…

The generic-bread rock sounds of Nickelback play. Or is it Default? Maybe Theory of a Deadman? Well, one of those bands. Stick ‘em all in a CD player and
press shuffle, your guess is as good as mine. In any event, the music brings through the curtain the team of…

JENNY JERSEY: And introducing their opponents! At a total combined weight of 571 pounds, they are Desert Scorpion and Super Wild Immortal-Man, the Freedom
Rainbow Warriorrrrrs!

ROB MARTINEZ: Whoa nellie, these two behemoths have something to prove!

Desert Scorpion in his hunter-esque mask and ponytail, Super Wild Immortal-Man with his own facemask and stupid dreadlocks, come to the ring trying to goad
the fans. They get some boos, but for the most part the crowd isn’t too impressed. In the ring, FEAR bounces on his heels… but Krenshov looks PISSED.
The opposition get in the ring and the referee rings the bell. It’ll be Fear and the Desert Scorpion starting things off, although Krenshov doesn’t look
too happy to be on the apron. Desert Scorpion tries to grab FEAR, but he’s too quick, sneaking behind and hitting a drop-kick to the back. FEAR raises
his hands for applause, which he receives. Scorpion lunges in to tie up again, FEAR turns it into a wrist-lock. He waggles a finger in Scorpion’s face,
then twists the arm again and flips Scorpion over. Soccer kick to the back! FEAR hits the ropes and dropkicks Desert Scorpion right in the face. Cover
gets one, two, big kick-out. Desert Scorpion able to get to his corner and tag in Super Wild Immortal-Man as Fear jogs in place, welcoming a new opponent.
ROB MARTINEZ: Desert Scorpion didn’t have too much luck with FEAR, let’s see how Super Wild Immortal-Man does. Boy, Krenshov seems to want in this match,
he’s almost vibrating on the ring apron!

A tie-up, Super Wild Immortal Man at about 290 able to push FEAR into the corner. Clean break — FEAR dives through Super Wild Immortal-Man’s legs and
runs toward and UP the opposite turnbuckle. Super Wild Immortal-Man gives chase, but can only look upward as FEAR gracefully arcs down and catches him
with a moonsault press. No cover, FEAR up like it’s nothing. Super Wild Immortal-Man up quickly himself, charges with a lariat, ducked, FEAR simply does
a back-flip and kicks Immortal-Man down. Standing moonsault for one, two, kick-out.

FEAR heads over to his corner then, looking out at the crowd. “Do you want the tag, amigos?” A roar greets his query. He looks at Krenshov, who is literally
shaking the top rope in anticipation. FEAR holds his hand up high… and slaps Kenny Krenshov on the shoulder.

ROB MARTINEZ: Boy does Krenshov want to get in this match OH! OH MY! Krenshov just ran over Super Wild Immortal-Man! Desert Scorpion knocked off the apron
into the guardrail, oh my goodness! Krenshov is a wrecking ball!

A wrecking ball? Try some TNT, Martinez! Krenshov has Super Wild Immortal-Man in the corner and begins driving his shoulder into the man’s gut repeatedly.
Not once, not twice, not thrice, but about… ten or eleven times, destructive shoulder thrusts probably breaking some ribs! KRENSHOV lets off and roars,
whipping Super Wild Immortal-Man to the opposite turnbuckle so hard Super Wild Immortal-Man snaps to the ground like he’s hit by a truck. Somehow he gets
up… and that proves to be a mistake, because it leaves him wide open to get squashed by a rampaging KRENSHOV in the corner.

Super Wild Immortal-Man sags in the corner as Kenny gets some distance. CHARGING RHINO — BIG BOOT, RIGHT ACROSS SUPER WILD IMMORTAL-MAN’S FACE! Good God!
He almost literally got his block knocked off! Desert Scorpion is back in the ring to try to save his partner, hammering away on Krenshov. Irish whip,
Kenny simply refuses to move. Desert Scorpion tries again, Kenny casually reverses the move, then catches Scorpion in a gorilla press! He holds Scorpion
way above his head, walking around all sides of the ring, pressing him … before dropping him into a bone-crushing powerslam! Kenny picks the man up,
here comes Super Wild Immortal-Man with a desperate attack. Cue FEAR! Hand-stand back-spring elbow, DOUBLE elbows to both Freedom Rainbow Warriors! Desert
Scorpion now suffers chops and is sent to the outside…

ROB MARTINEZ: This match is all FEAR and KRENSHOV so far, keep your eyes on FEAR! What a plancha to the outside, he just wiped Desert Scorpion right out!
Krenshov dishing out more punishment to Super Wild Immortal-Man on the inside… it’s almost as if KRENSHOV feels insulted at his competition! Or he’s
taking out his frustration at losing the title shot! Either way, The Freedom Rainbow Warriors probably wish they hadn’t agreed to this match!

In the ring, Krenshov hits a sick overhead belly to belly suplex on Super Wild Immortal-Man, pretty much dropping the man right on his head. But he’s not
covering, no no, he’s not done yet. He pulls up Super Wild Immortal-Man by his stupid dreadlocks and hooks him… Total Eclipse! Holding the man way up
in the air for ages… and then DOWN! WATCH OUT FOR FEAR! FROG SPLASH ONTO SUPER WILD IMMORTAL-MAN! FEAR rolls off, clutching his own stomach in pain as
Krenshov puts a foot on top of Super Wild Immortal-Man’s chest. There’s one, there’s two, nobody’s getting up from this assault, there’s three!

JENNY JERSEY: Here are your winners, advancing into the semi-finals… FEAR and KRENSHOV!

Krenshov takes his foot off and roars. FEAR hits the outside, leaning back against the guardrail for the fans to embrace him. The Freedom Rainbow Warriors
are so much roadkill.

ROB MARTINEZ: A decisive win for this team, they will face the winner of The Foundation vs Team TNA in the next round. You know, if I didn’t know better,
I’d almost swear Krenshov is happy now.

Krenshov? Happy? Nah. But issuing a deadly beating sure seems to have given him something to smile about. If that could be called a smile. FEAR on the other
hand revels in the fan’s adulation. Who will they meet in the semi-finals? We’ll find out later!

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THE CHAMP IS HERE! THE CHAMP IS HERE! THE CHAMP IS HERE!

Rex Caliber limps through the curtain, and receives a cup of coke thrown at him. No Static with him, no Foundation, no Lloyd Rees, and no Rex Caliber fan
club. Just the former REBEL Champ. He curses at the fans as he makes his way into the ring. He steals the mic from Jenny Jersey.

REX: Yeah, fuck y’all too. I ain’t hard of damn hearing so no reason to chant shit at me. Once is enough. The reason I’m out here is not to talk about how
our team didn’t quite do as well as one would hoped. I will tell you who’s fault it is. TERRY BRANDON’S!

BOOOOOOOO! Bullshit is chanted as well.

REX: Yes it WAS bullshit of him to interject himself in the way he did. But that’s the past and no reason to cry about spilled milk when there’s more titties
to get milk from. I’ve heard rumors of the Crimes ending right now. Static is in the hospital, Rees is damn messed up bad. The Foundation though, they
aren’t 100 percent, but they ARE ready to kick some ass tonight. And there’s me.

The crowd starts chatting, “RETIRE”.

REX: The internet people seem to have knowledge about my business, so they think. They think that this is the end of the road, and they are right and they
are fucking wrong. I have to heal up, because my head is concussed, and wrestling anytime soon.. might jeopardize more than just my legendary career.

With that said, I am going to be on the shelf for a bit.

The crowd goes damn crazy! Major Pop for that announcement.

REX: BUT… The Crimes? They are ALIVE! I will be helping out the Foundation, and I have the back of the OTHER CRIME MEMBER HERE TONIGHT.

The crowd goes silent, then the building begins to buzz with chatter.

REX: Who might that be? Well… Let’s just say that at the end of the night, the newest Crime will be A MAN WITH BLOOD ON HIS HANDS!

Rex Caliber exits to a stunned crowd, who have fallen silent.

ROB MARTINEZ: Blood on his hands? Does he mean who I think he means? Cause if he does… Well everyone knows who is famous for being “The Man with Blood
on his hands.” But there’s no chance in hell that could be the same man, right?

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JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, this is a first round match in the Best of the Best Tournament, scheduled for one fall!

“My Generation” hits the speakers, and the Bluegrass Mafia enters, to a mixed reaction.

JENNY JERSEY: First, making their way to the ring area, accompanied by Mandy, they weigh in at a total combined weight of five hundred and forty five pounds,
Chad and Matthew Kurtis, THE BLUEGRASS MAFIA!!!

The Kurtis boys get in the ring, ready for business, and seemingly unfazed by the crowd’s reaction.

JENNY JERSEY: And their opponents…

There is a brief silence as the fans wait for the music to start.

WE’RE NOT GONNA TAKE IT! NO WE AIN’T GONNA TAKE! WE’RE NOT GONNA TAKE IT ANYMORE!

A massive pop from the fans as REBEL’s resident monster/slacker tandem makes their way to the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: They are accompanied by Ian Smith, and weigh in at five hundred and seven pounds! They are Warren and Mr. Berzerker, The Circle K Nordic Connection!
Ian Smith visibly winces when he hears the team name, but he does not abandon his charge. Warren glad hands every fan who sticks their palm out, Berzerker
locks eyes with Matthew Kurtis, and referee Alan Stone makes sure nothing goes down before the bell rings.

ROB MARTINEZ: This should be an interesting match. Berzerker and Matt Kurtis match up almost evenly size wise, and Warren and Chad bring similar aerial
offense, granted Chad is a BIT more refined in his execution…

Stone calls for the bell, and we begin with Chad Kurtis and Mr. Berzerker. A lock up proves to be a bad idea, as Berzerker tosses Chad into the ropes. Matt
enters the ring, but is stopped by referee Stone. Chad goes for a different approach, drop kicking the knee of Berzerker. Berzerker doesn’t buckle on the
first shot, but the second takes him down. Chad with a dropkick to the face of the big Finn, then hits a standing shooting star press! And a cover! One…
Berzerker kicks out with authority. Chad is up in a flash, and charges at Berzerker, who catches him with a double handed choke slam! And Berzerker goes
for a cover! One… Two… Chad kicks out! A devastating move, but too early in the match to put him away! Berzerker tags in Warren (to a nice pop) who
slaps a headlock on Chad… Chad slips out of the hold, slaps on a headlock of his own, which Warren slips… maybe not, Chad has it on a BIT tighter than
Warren did. Warren pushes Chad into the ropes, forcing the break. The two men lock up center ring, Chad gets the advantage, whipping Warren into the ropes,
Chad hits the other ropes, and the two men criss cross for about a minute, until Chad stops and takes a step back. Warren is still criss crossing the ring,
Chad looks on with amusement, then gets ready for a clothesline…

Warren ducks, then catches a surprised Chad with a swinging neck-breaker!

ROB MARTINEZ: Warren showing, dare I say it, sound strategy, lulling Chad Kurtis into a false sense of security! Smart move! … But playing to the fans
is not!

Chad Kurtis makes the tag to his big brother as Warren celebrates hitting the neck-breaker. Warren turns around to see Matthew Kurtis glaring at him, and
a big boot smacking right in his face! Warren goes down in a heap, but Matt is quick to drag him back up. Warren is picked up then planted with a spine-buster!
The slacker writhes in pain as the fans boo in sympathy. Matt shows no sympathy at all, as he picks Warren up and whips him into the BGM corner. Matt follows
up with a Yakuza kick! Warren’s head snaps back and he hits the mat. Chad Kurtis is tagged in and he goes to the second rope as Matt hits a back-breaker.
Chad follows up with a leg drop, and a cover! One… two… Warren with a foot on the ropes! Chad looks annoyed at this. He drags Warren into position
and then hits the ropes for the

Best

Moonsault

Ever!

He goes for the pin again, only Berzerker is in to drag Chad off. Stone admonishes Berzerker, allowing the BGM to double team! Chad with an Irish Whip on
Warren, who receives a big boot from Matt on the rebound! Chad with a cover, but Stone is busy getting Berzerker out of the ring. Matt goes over to argue,
and Berzerker looks like he wants to fight (and from the sounds of the fans, they want to see them fight too) Chad drags up Warren and pushes him against
the turnbuckles, then nails a Frankensteiner… no! Warren grabs the legs and turns it into a power-bomb! A weakened power-bomb to be sure, but it reverses
the hold! Warren with the cover, and Stone has finally got the big men separated, so he can make the count! One! … two… Chad gets a shoulder up, and
both men need a tag! Chad is closer, he crawls over to his corner… Warren grabs Chad’s leg to slow him down. Chad tries to kick Warren in the jaw, Warren
moves his head, then tries to kick Chad back. Chad avoids the boot, gets his leg free, then lunges at Warren, who moves. Warren hits the ropes, and comes
back with a leg lariat that takes “The Show” down! Warren goes for a cover! One… two… Chad kicks out, and Warren has a burst of energy, as he sets
Chad up for a running facebuster… Chad slips out of it, and nails a reverse DDT on Warren! A cover! One… Two… Warren barely kicks out of that! Chad
goes to the ropes, and stalks Warren as he rises to his feet… Springboard dropkick! Warren goes down, and Chad is slow to get up! The adrenaline rush
has faded, and both men are slow to recover. Chad has two choices. Cover, or tag out. He wisely decides to tag in Matt.

But Warren has had time to make a tag as well.

ROB MARTINEZ: This is what the fans have been waiting for!

Matt Kurtis and Mr. Berzerker enter the ring. They don’t even bother to stare down, they just go to center ring and lay in with stiff forearm shots, neither
man letting up! Matt goes for a shot, Berzerker ducks, and catches Matt with a head-butt! Matt staggers, Berzerker goes for the Valhalla Vice! Matt catches
Berzerker’s hand and pushes it back, Berzerker trying to push forward and slap on the claw. Mandy screams encouragement to Matt. Ian Smith is glaring at
Warren, and the two big men are at a standstill… at least until Matt boots Berzerker in the gut. Berzerker backs off from the hold, allowing Matt to
hit a huge lariat! Berzerker lands on the ropes, Matt charges and hits a Cactus jack clothesline, sending both men to the floor! The two big men hit the
ground hard, but are up quickly. Matt tries to choke Berzerker on the guard rail. Berzerker elbows Matt in the gut, and tries to slap on the Vice again.
Neither man notices Warren, who leaps onto both men with a somersault senton! Warren is caught by both men. Berzerker boots Matt in the gut, forcing him
to let Warren go. Berzerker sets up Warren as a battering ram! But at the last second changes his mind… Chad Kurtis is on the top rope and he dives onto…
BERZERKER LAUNCHES WARREN AT CHAD KURTIS!

The two men collide mid air and hit the ground in a heap! The fans chant “Holy Shit” as a furious Matt Kurtis charges at Berzerker! The two big men once
again brawl with each other, eventually making their way back into the ring. Berzerker goes for a clothesline, and is caught by Matt with a spinning side
slam! Matt with a cover! One… Two.. Berzerker kicks out! Matt looks a bit frustrated, but soldiers on. He sets up Berzerker for the Bluegrass Bomb, but
Warren is up! He has pulled himself up to the ring apron, and grabbed a hold of Matt’s ankle. Chad Kurtis is stirring as well, and he jumps on Warren,
pulling him off his brother. Matt tries again to hit his finisher, but Berzerker back body drops him to the mat! Chad and Warren are in the ring now, grappling
in one corner. Matt and Berzerker fight in another. The BGM attempts to whip their opponents into each other. Warren with a cross body, Berzerker catches
him, then rams him into Matt Kurtis! Chad races over to help, only to be hit with the Norse Noggin Knocker! Chad goes down, and Warren is going up, looking
to hit the Super Big Gulp… Matt makes the save for his brother, but is caught with a choke-slam! Warren hits a senton, and covers! One.. Two… Broken
up by Chad Kurtis! Chad grabs Warren and hits a Triple German rolling suplex! Warren rolls to the outside, and Chad follows him out, hitting a huge plancha!
Berzerker looks on with a bit of concern, not noticing Matt Kurtis is back to his feet! Berzerker turns around…

CLOTHESLINE FROM HELL!

Berzerker is down! Matt with the cover!

One!!

Two!!

Thr- NO! Berzerker kicks out just in time! Matt drags Berzerker back up, and again tries for the Bluegrass Bomb! Warren with a springboard cross body block!
Only it would have had more impact if his foot hadn’t gotten caught on the top rope. Matt catches Warren and looks ready to plant the slacker headfirst
in the ring…

Berzerker with a boot to the face! Matt drops Warren, Berzerker boots Matt in the gut, and sets up for a power-bomb! Chad Kurtis is up, and he rushes in
to make the save… but before he can get in the ring, he gets drop-kicked off the apron by Warren! Chad hits the guardrail hard! Berzerker hits the power-bomb!
Warren comes off the top rope…

ROB MARTINEZ: They call this Weezing the Juice!

Plancha connects! Warren with the cover!

One!!

Two!!

Three!

JENNY JERSEY: Here are your winners: The Circle K Nordic Connection!

ROB MARTINEZ: Both teams looking very good, but Warren and Berzerker managed to hit their big move before the Kurtis brothers could. I have a feeling it
won’t be the last time these two teams face, but it will be for the Best of the Best Tournament!

Warren celebrates, though Ian Smith looks less than enthused. Chad and Matt glare at their opponents as they make their way back to the locker room…

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On the DVD version of the show, there is a special music video introducing the REBEL fans to the two OPW wrestlers entering the Extreme Battle Royal at
“Prove Your Worth”.

The sound of guitars rises as the screen remains dark. As the introduction to Rob Zombie’s “Demon Speeding” begins images slowly appear. They are of the
Outlaws Marc Stanton and Jonathon Wehali in action, leveling opponent after opponent with http://viagraonline-rxcanada.com/ strikes and kicks.

Hey, do ya love me. I’m untouchable darkness
A dirty black river to get you through this
Hey, do ya love me I’m a devil machine
Hey do ya love me I’m a devil machine
Get into my world all American dream

Footage shows Wehali knocking Osbourne Kilminster out cold with a jumping axe kick, quickly followed by a scene of his forcing Kilminster to submit to a
gearlock. He is shown making Christopher Davis pass out to a sleeperhold, then being crowned the winner of the Assassination Tango.

In the mouth of madness
Down in the darkness
No more tomorrow
Down in the hollow

There is a quick succession of images involving Marc Stanton. He forces H3 to tap out to the Rings of Stanton (Rings of Saturn). Stanton blasts Johnny Patriot
with the Stanton-kick right into his bloody mouth, knocking him out cold. Marc Stanton fires a Stanton-kick to the back of Matthew Kanyon’s skull, propelling
him into the ropes and back into a waiting Generation Gap. He levels Dan Stein with a corkscrew neckbreaker, the Marc-Out. Marc triumphantly raises the
Under Siege title high in the air.

Hey do ya love it when the kids are screaming
Wrecking on the road violate their dreaming
Hey, do ya love to see the filth in the clean
Hey do ya love to see the filth in the clean
Get into the gone all American dream

Jonathon beats down Devastation with a hook kick to his leg followed by a roaring elbow to the small of his back, leading to the Dark Funeral. A small fast-forward
and Jonathon is holding the C3 belt aloft in the air as he stands over Devastation.

In the mouth of madness
Down in the darkness
No more tomorrow
Down in the hollow

The action goes into slow motion. Standing on top of the chain link wall, Stanton punches Matthew Kanyon in the throat and flips over the cage. Without
hesitation he grabs Kanyon and leaps off the cage! Stanton hurtles through the air with Kanyon, hitting the Generation Gap to the arena floor as the crowd
gasps. The fans explode and the action snaps back to normal speed.

I’m demon speeding
I’m demon speeding
I’m demon speeding
I’m demon speeding

The C3 Champion is seen making The Gunny tap out to the Kara Parda. The scene shifts to Japan and Jun Yone is pounding the mat as Nightmare locks in the
Koji clutch tight. A shot of his driving Devastation into the canvas with the Broken Arrow package piledriver then flying off the top to plant Kilminster
with Death Before Dishonor, an avalanche Schwein. Jonathon lifts the C3 title above in victory.

Get it on
Get it on
Get it on
Get it on
Come alive

Marc Stanton throws a fistful of glass shards and thumbtacks into Tyler Ward’s face. As Ward claws at his face, Stanton wraps barbed wire around his foot…
before firing a huge Stanton-kick into Tyler’s ravaged face! Tyler Ward hurtles over the top rope to hit the floor and end the OPW Hardcore Battle Royal.
Marc climbs the turnbuckle to raise an arm in victory.

Hey, do ya love me elevating the madness
Hey, do ya love me elevating the madness
A super death rising to get you through this
A super death rising to get you through this
Hey, do ya love me like a beautiful fiend
Get into my world all American dream

As the music comes to an end the screen splits and there is a final close-up shot of Jonathon Wehali and Marc Stanton. Wehali’s image shifts to show him
wearing the Orochi mask before the screen once again fades to darkness.

In the arena Jenny Jersey has an announcement for the fans regarding the Extreme Battle Royal.

JENNY JERSEY: It’s time to announce the non REBEL wrestlers entering next weeks Extreme Battle Royal, where the winner receives a World Title Shot at NAPW
and REBEL’s Third Supershow! From OPW Marc Stanton and Orochi! And from NAPW, Sebastien Martyr, Link Van Haggard, and Simply Beautiful!

ROB MARTINEZ: DAMN! What a great group levitra or cialis better of wrestlers. OPW and NAPW are gunning to make it to the World Title match at the Supershow!

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JENNY JERSEY: The following match is for the REBEL Pro Wrestling Carolina’s Championship. And by order of Rick Garrett, the stipulation for this match
will be chosen at random by a fan.

ROB Martinez: This is a big surprise… I don’t even have the spinner from the first “Fan Picks the Stips Match”.. wait here comes referee Jimmy Johnson.
Jimmy Johnson has a Crown Royal Bag with the matches on pieces of paper inside.

ROB MARTINEZ: This is REAL classy. Alright, lets see… you young lady with the ASSMAN shirt.

She sticks her hand in the bag and pulls out a piece of paper. Rob hands the paper to Jenny.

JENNY JERSEY: This match will be a REBEL Street Fight! The rules are simple as can be… the match starts outside, but must END in the ring, via pin or
submission!

ROB MARTINEZ: This is going to be a curve ball to both champion and challenger. But Dio is a street fighter by nature. Al is just a big man with super damn
strength and little wrestling ability. This match will be very interesting.

A shot of Sebastien Martyr and Billy Kryenik sitting together in the crowd as “Electric Worry” by Clutch begins to play. Not much of a reaction either way
as a super enthusiastic Al B. Damned walks out and waves to the fans. He is psyched up and smacks himself a few times in the face. He is led outside to
the parking lot area.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing the challenger: He weighs in at two hundred and ninety nine pounds. He is fighting out of The Shadows. He proudly represents the
Church of Martyr. AL B. DAMNED!

“Stardust” by Akforty brings out the insane Carolina’s Champion. Boos ring out as fans all over the Carolina’s know about the Dio Army fiasco from last
month. Dio has no bat tonight, and walks with just his title belt with him. He hands it to a ring attendant. Dio is led to the parking lot to join his
opponent.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent. He weighed in at two hundred twenty eight pounds. He is fighting out of Hollywood, Florida. He is the current and defending
REBEL PRO WRESTLING’S CAROLINA’S CHAMPION… DIO MUERTE!

Jimmy Johnson is outside, only to make sure these men can physically continue to fight until they get in the ring. The bell sounds as Jimmy Johnson peeks
through the front door giving the signal. Al charges at Dio right away who side steps and uses Al’s momentum to throw him into the side of the building.
Al hits head first. He turns around and receives a quick jab to the face. Al is already bleeding from the mouth. Dio tries another punch, but Al blocks
it and grabs the head of Dio. Al headbutts him once, twice, three times and Dio falls to the asphalt. Al boots the side of Dio. Dio starts coughing as
the crowd spills to the outside, and surrounds them like this is Fight Club. Remember if it’s your first night at fight club… you have to fight! Dio
scrambles away from Al, and finds a glass bottle on the ground. He breaks the bottom part off and charges at Al. Al gets lacerated on his arm, before knocking
the bottle to the ground.

ROB MARTINEZ: That was just sick… a filthy broken beer bottle just cut open Al B. Damned’s arm.

Al clotheslines Dio to the ground and drops an elbow. MISSES! Dio gets up and goes toward the front door. He shuts the door. Al gets up, bleeding from the
arm, from the mouth and from the elbow. He tries to open the door, but Dio is holding it. Al yanks one good time, just as Dio lets go. Al stumbles back,
Dio Muerte grabs Al by the arm, and pulls him into the door way shoulder first. Dio slams the door on the head and arm of Al B. Damned.

ROB MARTINEZ: Dio is showing he came prepared to fight. Al seems to be out of his element just a tad.

Dio tries to boot Al in the head but is tripped. Al mounts Dio and drops down heavy shots to the head. He begins choking Dio and then adds in a few headbutts
before rolling off him. Al is breathing heavy and losing some blood. Dio is holding his head, and the mask looks to have blood on it as well. Is it Al’s?
Or did those shots open up the head of the Carolina Champ. We can’t tell for sure. They are both fully in the building, after several minutes of battling
outside. Al gets to his feet and tries to get through the crowd who is entering back inside the building.

ROB MARTINEZ: Talking about being a fan friendly promotion… Al just bled all over a kid in the crowd. He’ll never forget this night!

Dio is up as well and comes after Al. They are in the middle of the fans, and half way between the front door and the ring. Al gets tackled from behind.
Dio allows Al B. Damned to get up. Shuffle Side Kick connects to Al’s skull. Al is down. Dio drags the big man to the guardrail. Dio hops the guardrail
and looks under the ring. He finds a thick bull rope. He takes it and puts it around Al’s head. Dio stands on the guardrail as Al is laying on the floor,
almost knocked out. Dio shortens the leash and Al is being choked out with the rope. Dio pulls so hard he loses his balance and hops down on the ring side
of the railing. He lets go of the rope as Jimmy Johnson relieves Al by taking it off.

ROB MARTINEZ: I hear there’s a King of Hardcore tourney coming up. If Dio Muerte enters, you damn well better believe my money is on his sadistic ass!

Dio drags Al over the railing. Al pushes Dio away. Dio charges but receives a boot to the face. Al grabs a fans chair. Dio charges again and BAM! Skull
off of chair or is it chair off of skull? Either way Dio is down. The tide has turned just a tad bit. Al rolls Dio into the ring. Al follows him in.

ROB MARTINEZ: The street fight has finally came to the ring. Now were just a three count or tap out away from this massacre to be over.

Al picks up Dio and nails a vicious Atomic Drop followed by a lackluster clothesline. Al is not used to wrestling singles matches… in fact this is his
first. His conditioning and endurance are wearing thin. Al gets an arm over Dio.

One!

Two!

That’s it, just two. Shoulder up by Dio. Al rolls over onto his back. Dio tries to get to his feet. Dio goes to the outside. He grabs a black bag from under
the ring. He throws it into the ring, then staggers back inside himself. Al gets up and receives a boot to the midsection followed by a DDT from Dio. Dio
doesn’t cover. He grabs the bag and dumps the contents out. It’s a whole bunch of barb-wire strands. You have to know Dio is smiling under his mask. The
crowd goes ape shit. A preview of next week perhaps? He lays the barb-wire out and picks up Al B. Damned.

ROB MARTINEZ: Dio off the ropes and Bulldogs Al onto the BARB-WIRE PILE!

Al rolls around and the barb-wire is ripping his flesh. Dio again just watches, and doesn’t go for the pin. He lays in some boots to the head of Al. Al
seems to be stuck in the barb-wire and can’t get out. He sits up and yells. He lays back down to take the stress off. Dio is grabbing a few strands he
didn’t place in the middle. He takes it and goes to the turnbuckle.

ROB MARTINEZ: Dio is on the top turnbuckle, and I can’t believe I’m saying this… he is wrapping his torso in BARB-WIRE! What the hell… LET REBEL REIGN!
FROG-SPLASH FROM DIO MUERTE ON AL B. DAMNED!

They are stuck together in the barb-wire. Dio is on top and Al’s shoulders are somewhat down. Jimmy Johnson shrugs his shoulders and goes for the count.
One!

Two!

THREE!

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of the match and STILL CAROLINA’S CHAMPION: DIO MUERTE!

Officials come out from the back to cut out the barb-wire contained wrestlers. After a few minutes both men are free. The mat is covered with blood and
the ring crew is trying to clean it up.

ROB MARTINEZ: Can you imagine what will happen next week? This was a damn car accident on I-26. Dio is the winner, albeit one insane winner.

Dio walks out on his own power. Al is being helped to the back. Al is almost to the curtains and BAM! A steel chair bounces off Al’s head.

ROB MARTINEZ: Manny X just laid out Al B. Damned. No sin in REBEL goes unpunished. Al wrestled a gruesome match only to lose, then get his head knocked
off for an incident earlier in the night…

Manny X mouths “Next week punk, me and you.” Manny X exits as the officials again try to get Al to the back. Next weeks main event is set, No Ropes Barb-wire
match for the Carolina’s title: Dio Muerte versus Mark Kingston.

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“Bullet With A Name” by NonPoint roars out the numerous speakers set up throughout the HVW Arena/Viper’s House of Pain in Hendersonville, North Carolina,
as a battered and bruised Mark Kingston steps out into the arena through the wavy black curtain. He waves with only his right arm tonight, seeing as his
left is heavily tapped from his dealings with Dio Muerte and a plywood board covered in barbed wire from last month. But nevertheless, Mark manages to
entertain the fans during his entrance and soon slowly walks up the steps and between the ropes. Jenny Jersey is waiting patiently to hand him the microphone.
Mark Kingston: Well, it seems that Mark Kingston’s winning streak is now over. And why? Because some rambling idiot in a black ski mask decided to bring
all of his little brothers and sisters to the ring to do his battles for him. And sure, I may have looked like a big, dumb idiot last month, but guess
what? I get my rematch in less than a week from now. And there’s nothing but you and some barbed wire ropes to distract me. You see Dio, I’m smart, but
I like to keep things simple. You don’t see me out there trying to perform some crazy-ass, innovative move just to say I did it. I go out there and do
what I have to do to win the match. And last week, you made me pretty damn angry. Because now it’s going to take two matches to put that Carolinas Title
around the waist of someone that really deserves it… ME!

Most of the fans begin to cheer at Mark’s words, some because they actually understand where he’s coming from, others because they feel sorry for him.

Mark Kingston: And our match this coming Tuesday, I won’t be the REBEL without a cause, because I’m a man on a mission. I don’t care if you bring your goon
squad this time, because you’ll just be handing me over the title easier. I’m not a man who cares if I don’t break a sweat in a match, because I shouldn’t
have to. You should be pissing in your pants right now because it’s only me and you next week. But I don’t blame you, I wouldn’t have the balls to face
me either. But it’s too damn late, because now you’ll be put to the test. You be put through the crash-course, Dio. I’m gonna see just how long it takes
for me to totally decimate your scrawny little physique in between those barbed wire ropes.

Mark exits the ring and slaps a few of the anxious fans hands, but then he lifts the ring skirt and pulls out a long black bag, to which he chucks it under
the ropes with his one good arm. He re-enters and quickly opens it and out Mark pulls the now charred baseball bat that Dio Muerte had almost decapitated
him with last month. Mark gives a large smile.

Mark Kingston: Dio Muerte… You upset a man on a mission. And now that mission is no longer a search and rescue for the REBEL Carolinas Title. It’s a search
and destroy!

Mark raises the baseball bat high above his head and the crowd begins to applaud and rant away at the rebellious insanity of the once calm and collective
Mark Kingston. He takes the bat to his forehead and continuously bashes it in his skull, reminiscent of one beer-drinking original. Blood seeps from his
skull as he smiles. Soon his teeth turn dark red as the blood enters his mouth. He tastes it and raises the bat above his head as he exit’s the ring and
makes his way out of the arena through the mass chaos that has exploded down onto REBEL Pro Wrestling this night. Mark Kingston soon disappears through
the dark curtain he entered, a smile of insanity on his face all the while.

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JENNY JERSEY: The following match is a Best of the Best tag team tournament match! It will be conducted under Censorship Rules! Disqualifications and Count
outs are in effect!

“Devil in the Kitchen” begins to belt out through out Viper’s House of Pain. Out comes the Celtic Assassins. They get a good ovation, but the tension between
the two can be felt. They enter the ring and bounce off the ropes.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, they weigh in at a combined five hundred sixty five pounds… “The Irish Adonis” Bobby O’Brady… “The Scottish Wrecking
Machine” Al Thoes and they are… THE CELTIC ASSASSINS!

ROB MARTINEZ: The Celt’s haven’t seen eye to eye in awhile. Rick Garrett was hoping to see them be the Celt’s of old, the ones who were former NAPW Tag
Team Champions.

Naked Aggression plays and out comes the trio known as Censorship Against Bad Stuff. Rosie Cheeks manages the team of Steven Wylde and Ace Adams. The boos
reign down as no one likes to be censored!

JENNY JERSEY: And their opponents. They are accompanied to the ring by Rosie Cheeks! They come in at a combined weight of five hundred pounds. Ace Adams,
Steven Wylde, THE C.A.B.S!

Al and Bobby decide to play rock paper scissor for it. Al wins this round with a paper. It’s Ace Adams and Al Thoes with shoulder collar tie up. Al being
the stronger out of the two, shoves the paper weight across the ring. Ace, back on his feet initiates the first tag. Steven and Al now tie up in the middle
of the ring. Al hammer locks and drags Steven toward Bobby for the tag. Bobby now the legal man delivers the kick to the midsection of Steven, causing
him to jump up. Bobby locks in the suplex. Steven favors his back, not for long though, Bobby drives his boot toward his chest. The Irish Adonis picks
the boy up and sends him toward the ropes, Bobby goes for a clothesline. It back fires, Steven tries to lock in a Crucifix Pin. Not even a one count. Mr.
Wylde on his feet, storms off the ropes and feet first into Bobby’s jaw. Steven tries to secure another pin.

ONE.

TWO.

KICK OUT!

ROB MARTINEZ: The C.A.B.S are trying to use their speed advantage to work over the Celtic Assassins. Will it work, or will the power advantage of the Celts
win out?

Steven moves over to Ace for the second tag. Rosie stands on the apron and distracts referee Jimmy Johnson. Adams and Wylde begin strangling and stomping
Bobby. Al comes into the ring to break up the mugging. Ironically, Johnson is distracted now by Al and instructs Al to move back to his corner. Ace and
Steven drag Bobby closer to their corner. Al tells Jimmy to look back over at Bobby, but he is more concerned with Al returning back to his corner. Meanwhile,
Ace and Steven are having a bash stomping a mud hole in Bobby. Al returns back to his corner and the ref brings his attention back to the match. Steven
scrams like the roaches with the lights on. Ace walks over to Bobby, grabbing him by the head. Bobby, takes this chance to pick up Ace and crushes him
into the Celtic’s corner. Bobby makes the tag. Al, amped up, pumped up, ready to go. He grabs Ace by the head and power suplexes him hard into the mat.
Al goes for the pin.

ONE

TWO

THR-KICK OUT

Al brings Ace to his feet and wraps his arm around Ace’s head. He drags Ace toward Bobby for the tag. The Celtic Assassins deliver a double DDT. Poor Ace
bounces off his head and onto his ass. Bobby goes for the pin.

ONE

TWO

THRE-KICK OUT!

ROB MARTINEZ: Ace needs to get to Steven quick, or this match may end soon.

Bobby sends Ace into the ropes and goes for a clothesline. Too slow. Ace ducks right under his big arms and locks in a Cobra Clutch. Ace now jumps onto
Bobby’s back. Bobby’s down to one knee now. Ace, on his feet shoves Bobby to the ground and tags in Steven. Steven stalks his prey, awaiting for him to
stand. Bobby on his feet with no time to rest. Steven rushes at him, trying to spear him. Bobby sidesteps and Steven takes a shoulder full of turnbuckle.
Bobby pulls Steven out of the turnbuckle and into a Torture Rack. Steven begins to land fierce elbows to the dome of Bobby. Bobby, gives in and drops Steven
on to his feet, Steven DDTs Bobby into the mat. Steven now locks in a face lock, ever so tightly. Bobby isn’t going anywhere, he’s raising his hands.

ROB MARTINEZ: Will Bobby tap out?

No he won’t, Al rushes in for the save, booting Steven right off. Al retires back in his corner. Bobby and Steven begin to crawl to their designated corners.
Al Thoes begins to smack his hands on the turnbuckle padding, then starts to clap and stomp to motivate Bobby. The crowd gets into it as well. It works,
Bobby jumps up and tags in Al. Poor Steven is still crawling. Al feels sympathy for the man and allows him to tag Ace. Ace is now in. Al and Ace meet up
in the center of ring. Al calls for a test of strength. Ace accepts.

ROB MARTINEZ: This isn’t smart.

Al, obviously stronger, is winning. Ace kicks Al in the gut and Irish whips him toward a corner. Ace charges at Al with a big body splash, into a bull dog.
Ace looks in the STF. Al struggles to get the ropes but he does, forcing Ace to release the hold. Ace grabs a hold of Al’s legs and drags him further away
from the ropes and locks in the STF for a second time.

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh boy, this is bad. Al is in the center of the ring with no where to go.

Bobby can’t bare to watch his partner in agony any longer. He explodes through the ropes, delivering a boot so mean, it’s a miracle that Ace’s head is still
intact. Bobby, takes Ace’s body and tosses it out the ring, then punches Steven off the apron. Bobby goes back to his corner dragging Al. Bobby makes a
blind tag now. He stands in the center of the ring, making that “COME ON!” movement with his arms. A huge pop from the crowd, admiring the fight and fire
inside Bobby. Ace and Steven enter the ring and try to blitz Bobby. They fail…horribly. Bobby clotheslines both men into the ground. Al enters the action,
dragging Steven outside. They start exchanging rights and lefts. Meanwhile inside the ring. Bobby is crushing Ace’s head with rapid knee strikes. Bobby
brings Ace up to his feet then squashes him into the mat with a hellacious Body-slam. He goes for the pin.

ONE

TWO

THREE!

COUNTS THE CROWD!

Bobby on his feet, begins to celebrate. He looks around, the bell didn’t ring. Jimmy Johnson is looking outside the ring trying to stop the Al Thoes Steven
Wylde fight. He never saw the pin fall! Bobby makes his way toward the ref. Ace is still asleep on the mat. Rosie Cheeks takes this opportunity to slide
into the ring with a chair. She bangs the chair on the mat, drops it and makes a four flat out of the ring. Bobby looks over at Ace, he notices chair and
so does Jimmy Johnson. Bobby tries to kick the chair away, but it’s too late. Johnson is already in the ring and he’s threatening to disqualify him. This
doesn’t sit well with Bobby and his Irish temper, so he shoves Jimmy to get his point across. Jimmy Johnson must have a bit of Irish blood in him and shoves,
well tries to shove Bobby back. Bobby comes back with stronger shove, knocking the ref off his feet. Bobby goes back to the downed Ace.

DING DING DING DING DING!

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of this match by the result of disqualification…..Ace Adams & Steven Wylde. THE C.A.B.S!

Bobby looks over at Jimmy Johnson with malicious intent. Just before Bobby can do anything, Al enters the ring.

AL: WHAT WAS THAT?

BOBBY: MAYBE IF MY PARTNER WAS AN ACTUAL PARTNER AND NOT BUSY FIGHTING OUTSIDE, WE WOULD’VE WON!

The words continue to heat up as C.A.B.S. take this chance to sneak out of harms way.

ROB MARTINEZ: The Celts are almost coming to blows in the middle of the ring and finally they storm out. The C.A.B.S win and will face off against The Circle
K Nordic Connection next week! You have to feel bad for the Celts who were definitely screwed out of a victory by these shady Censorship Rules.

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The REBEL audience comes back from an intermission. REBEL stars came out to sign merchandise, fans went for a snack and a bathroom break. Everyone’s settling
in fine…

“YOU’VE GOT THE TOUCH! YOU GOT THE POWEEERRR!”

Stan Bush? The hell? There’s no REBEL superstar that uses that as their theme. That’s right, the crowd’s confused. Maybe it’s a debuting wrestler? Someone
the Raleigh crowd hasn’t seen before? As the audience murmurs, a man steps onto the stage, and strikes a heroic pose. And he’s wearing an Optimus Prime
helmet and hoisting a bag over his shoulder. The audience erupts in laughter as this man stiltedly walks down the REBEL ramp toward the ring and beckons
for the mic. When he speaks, everyone hears the toy helmet’s voice-altering speaker at work.

OPTIMUS PRIME: GREETINGS, FLESHY CREATURES! I AM YOUR NEW REBEL SUPERSTAR, OPTIMUS PRIME! YOU MIGHT HAVE SEEN MY MOVIE THIS SUMMER. IT RAKED IN MAD CASH
AT THE BOX OFFICE. BUT I’M NOT HERE TO TALK ABOUT MY ACCOMPLISHMENTS, I’M HERE TO TALK ABOUT A MAN WHO WILL EVENTUALLY BE A BETTER LEADER THAN I. I SPEAK
OF THE MAN WHO WEARS THIS!

Prime rummages through his bag, pulling out the REBEL World Heavyweight title.

OPTIMUS PRIME: THAT’S RIGHT. STYLIN’ KYLE ROBERTS. WE HEAR ABOUT HIM ALL THE TIME ON CYBERTRON. THAT’S RIGHT, MEATBAGS, WE GET REBEL DVDS SENT TO US. STYLIN’
KYLE ROBERTS CAN’T BE A MERE HUMAN. HE’S GOT TO BE PART-MACHINE! WHAT ELSE CAN EXPLAIN HIS SUPERNATURAL WRESTLING ABILITY? HIS DOMINANCE IN WRESTLING?
HIS STYLISH HOT BOD? NOTHING! AND I’M HERE TO TELL YOU THAT THE REST OF REBEL CAN SIMPLY GET TO STEPPIN’!

ROB MARTINEZ: “Get to steppin’?” That’s a Stylin’ Kyle catch-phrase! Is Optimus Prime an SKR mark?

OPTIMUS PRIME: KYLE ROBERTS HAS REIGNED OVER REBEL! HE WON THE BELT IN AUSTRALIA! HE DEFENDED IT AGAINST THE EVIL ECFW IN TOKYO, JAPAN! AND ALL REBEL HAS
TO SHOW FOR OPPONENTS ARE BIG GALOOTS LIKE MURCIELAGO? COME ON! KYLE ROBERTS DESERVES A CHALLENGE! I DON’T – er – HE DOESN’T CARE WHO HE FACES! HE’S A
FIGHTING CHAMPION! IT COULD BE ANYONE! HE’S DEFENDED THIS BELT ALL OVER THE WORLD, AGAINST ANYONE WHO ASKED FOR THE SHOT! BUT, QUITE FRANKLY, HE’S BORED.
HE NEEDS COMPETITION. AND HE WILL GIVE ANYONE WHO WANTS IT A SHOT AT THE BELT. BE IT FROM WITHIN REBEL, OR SOMEONE WANTING TO MAKE A NAME FOR HIMSELF FROM
OUT OF THE COMPANY!

ROB MARTINEZ: The crowd just started going crazy, and wait… I forgot those guys were here.

The camera shows Sebastien Martyr and Billy Kryenik. Billy stands up and gets to the railing. Security tries to stop him, but he flashes his pass given
to him and the other NAPW stars. Billy enters the ring and snatches the mic from Optimus Prime.

BILLY KRYENIK: Yeah, I hear it all the time… I hear how REBEL thinks they’re better than NAPW, and blah blah blah. Well, I don’t give a shit about what
promotion is better than the other, but I did hear you say you wanted some competition. Well wrestling Sick Billy Kryenik is no cake walk, and be damn
sure that fighting Sick Billy Kryenik in a No Holds Barred enviroment is hazardous to your title reign. So… I’m already in North Carolina, so how about
me and you next week for the belt? SKR verus SBK… one on one for the first time EVER!

Let me save you the breath you silly son of a bitch, me and you WILL fight next week. REBEL prides themselves on being open to competition and challenges,
so you got one. Rick Garrett wouldn’t pass this up. You’re looking at the next REBEL World Champ! Get ready to be an ex champ… bitch!

Prime takes his helmet off, and it shows a pissed off Stylin’ Kyle Roberts. He tells to Billy, “You don’t come in my house and say that shit.” They go nose
to nose. Billy slaps Kyle. Referees and security guards from the back fill the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: I think Kyle Roberts made a mistake in shooting his mouth off like that. An open challenge in REBEL. He has agreed to take on Sick Billy Kryenik
for the World title? If he wanted some competition, he damn sure will get some next week. Both men will, pardon the pun, get to “Prove their worth.”

Kyle tries to get through the guards an attack Billy, but is tackled to the ground. Billy gets restrained and more people come from the back. This is just
chaotic. And next week, they explode for the World title?

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“Superfly” by Curtis Mayfield blast through the sound system and the fans are on their feet as Assman and Dr. Tittylover collectively known as TNA make
their way to the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first weighing in a combined four hundred and ninety eight pounds, the team of Assman and Dr. Tittylover, TNA!

ROB MARTINEZ: This is a big chance for them to show everyone that are a serious threat in this tournament, but it won’t be easy as they go against The Foundation.
AkForty starts to play as we get a mixed reaction from the crowd. Prince Darko and Thomas Young slide into the ring as Mr. B follows them to ringside.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing their opponents: they are accompanied by Mister B! They weigh in at a combined four-hundred seventy two pounds… They are FORMER
REBEL Tag Team champions: Thomas Young… Prince Darko… THE FOUNDATION!

All four men are in the ring staring each other down as referee Alan Stone tries to get two of the men out of the ring. After some intense words get exchanged
between the two teams, Young and Tittylover go to the outside. Just as we think the match is about to get start Young slides back into the ring with a
microphone.

THOMAS YOUNG: You know something that JJ said early didn’t set too real with me. I mean she called us the former tag champion. While that is technically
true what she needs to say the former and future tag team champions of the WORLD.

ROB MARTINEZ: The fans are starting to get unruly here booing Young and throwing cups in the ring, and quite frankly I don’t blame them. I mean we came
here to see a wrestling match not to hear Young give a speech.

THOMAS YOUNG: That’s right go ahead and boo me. I mean truth is you all wish you had the skills I have, which brings me to my next point. Here’s a fact
for you boys, you see we can out WRESTLE either of you any day, any time, and we don’t need no fucking weapons!

With that being said Darko goes to the outside and lets Young and Assman start out the match. The bell sounds.

ROB MARTINEZ: Finally we are getting down to business. And apparently the Foundation plan to out “wrestle” the Team of TNA.

Young sling-shots Assman off the ropes and meets him with a dropkick. Young is quick to capitalize stomping Assman in the ribs, before walking over to TNA’s
corner and getting a raise out of the Doctor. Young kills a little too much time allowing Assman to greet him with a dropkick when he turns back around.
Assman is now in control and is taking advantage of it and backs Young up with a series of chops. Young is trying to fight his way out of the corner as
he delivers a shoulder to the abdomen of Assman. Assman regains control with a arm forcing Young to the mat. Assman then delivers a knee to the back of
Young. Assman puts Young into a cross face. Darko seems to have had enough of the wrestling contest comes in with a steel chair to make the save.

ROB MARTINEZ: The clean wrestling match viagra generic lasted a couple minutes. It looks like the momentum of the match is about to change.

Young gets back to his feet. The Foundation execute a series of double team moves including a double clothesline and double drop kick. Tittylover charges
in to help his partner, but is greeted with a steel chair to the face for his trouble. Alan Stone is trying to get Young out of the ring, but this is REBEL
so there is no disqualification. Darko sling-shots Assman off the ropes into: Total Chaos.

ROB MARTINEZ: Assman is really in trouble now as Young and Darko are rolling. Assman really needs to make a tag.

Young sets Assman against the ropes and sets him up for the Phase 2 as Darko leapfrogs and lands the knee to the back of Assman. Young slides out of the
ring as Darko goes for the pin…

One…

Two…

Tittylover in for the save. Young back in the ring with a clothesline to Tittylover. All four men are in the ring now exchanging punches and kicks. The
action continues to the outside of the ring where The Foundation regains control as Young rams Tittylover’s head into the steel stairs and Darko hits Assman
with a bat to the ribs followed by a kendo stick to the back. Both members of TNA are laid out. Darko slides back to climb the ropes he is going for “Just
Perfection”.

ROB MARTINEZ: Mr. B came prepared with the weapons! If Darko lands this it will be over.

Nobody home as Tittylover is able to roll out of the way. Young and Assman continue to go back in forth against one another as the action carries over into
the crowd. Tittylover is back to his feet and drilling Darko with a round of chair shots.

ROB MARTINEZ: The chair shots from the good doctor are meeting with the approval of this sold out crowd. I just wonder if either team realizes you can’t
win this match-up outside the ropes.

Darko is down on the outside, his head busted open as Tittylover slides in the ring and climbs the turnbuckle as he goes for and lands the “Flying Pimp”.
Tittylover gets back to his feet and picks up Darko tossing him inside the ropes and goes for the pin.

One…

Darko gets his foot on the ropes and Alan Stone calls for Tittylover to release the pin. Tittylover pulls Darko off the mat and power slams him back down.
Tittylover then picks him up and puts him into a torture rack. Darko somehow manages to work his way free and lands a shoulder to the knees of Tittylover.
Tittylover regains control with a sidewalk slam, followed by “Black Power”. It looks like he is ready to go for “High Times”! Perfectly executed . The
Doctor covers…

One…

Two…

Th…

Young delivers a steel chair to the back of Tittylover’s head for the save, and Assman is MIA . The Foundation take advantage of the situation just as TNA
starting dose of levitra
thought they had a huge win. Darko slingshots Tittylover into the turnbuckle where he just collapses to the mat arms intertwined in the ropes.

ROB MARTINEZ: This doesn’t look good for the team of Assman and Tittylover.

Young slides out of the ring and gets a fresh steel chair and holds it over Tittylover’s face as Darko sling-shots off the ropes and lands a dropkick into
the steel chair. Darko follows up with a bronco buster just to embarrass TNA as The Foundation feels they are in complete control. Darko picks up Tittylover
and lands “The Shades of Death” as Stone counts….

One…

Two…

Thre…

Out of nowhere Assman in with a kendo stick for the save. Assman is going crazy with that stick as he clears the ring. Even the referee Alan Stone goes
to the outside.

ROB MARTINEZ: I thought for sure that was a three count. I mean where the hell did Assman come from?

The Foundation grab steel chairs and slide under the ropes. Tittylover is back on his feet, and he seems to be still dazed, but he is up. All four men are
staring each other down. Young charges Assman with the steel chair, but finds no one there as Assman steps out of the way and pushes Young into the ropes.
He spots Darko and Tittylover battling then lands a kendo stick to Darko’s back followed by a back cracker. Tittylover goes after Young and they fight
their way back outside leaving Darko and Assman the legal men. The crowd begins to get behind TNA with chants of ASSMAN, ASSMAN echoing through the building.
Darko makes his way to his feet and hangs on the ropes and is met with a spinning bulldog from Assman for his trouble.

Meanwhile outside of the ring Young is laid out as the mad pimp, Dr. Tittylover, picks up the ring bell and cracks him in the head, but he ain’t done there
as he picks up Young and slams him down on the steel steps before joining his tag team partner inside the square circle.

ROB MARTINEZ: This has been one hell of a match-up. I mean all four men are busted open. They have left nothing in the locker room for this one.

Assman lands the “Assassination” on Darko and goes for the cover as Alan Stone with the help of the crowd and Tittylover begin the count…

One…

Two…

Thre…

ROB MARTINEZ: Somehow Darko managed to get his foot on the rope. He really wants another shot at the tag team titles but does he have anything left.

Assman helps Darko to his feet and lands a dropkick as the fans let it be known what they want as they begin to call for the” Funky Fresh”. Darko lands
near his corner, where Young just climbed.

ROB MARTINEZ: I believe the crowd as well as TNA feel this is one is just about over, but what a match it has been. Young is in his corner bleeding some
and Darko tags him.

Assman sling-shots Young into the ropes where he is meet by “Bootzilla” by Tittylover followed by the “Asscracker”. It’s the “Funky Fresh” and the crowd
loves it as Assman makes the cover…

One…

Two…

Three…

Darko stumbles trying to get in the ring!

ROB MARTINEZ: TNA wins, TNA wins. That has to be a upset in my book!

JENNY JERSEY: Here are your winners, T…N…A!

The Foundation don’t seem to be happy with the outcome as Darko and Young along with their manager, Mr. B are looking for some redemption as climb back
in the ring weapons in hands, but TNA wisely slides under the ropes saving the fight for another day. Next week the Tournament matches are set. TNA versus
FEAR and KRENSHOV. C.A.B.S versus the Circle K Nordic Connection. Some great tag team matches as the tournament heats up big time!

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Jenny Jersey makes her way into the ring as the fans begin to chant for the Main Event.

JENNY JERSEY: This next match is the main event of the evening and is scheduled for one fall! It is for the REBEL #1 Contender’s trophy!

“Bring Da Ruckus” by the Wu-Tang Clan as Murcielago steps out for the Main Event Match.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, from Manhattan, New York, and weighing in tonight at two hundred and ninety pounds… MURCIELAGO!!!

Murcielago, along with the crowbar sporting Enzo, walks slowly to the ring, ignoring the fans completely. He seems even more intensely focused this week.
But soon, “The Wretched” by Nine Inch Nails takes over the speakers as the fans quiet down for the even bigger man’s entrance.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent, from the Amazon Basin, and weighing in tonight at three hundred and fifty pounds… He is the REBEL #1 Contender’s Trophy
holder… This is CALIBAN!!!

Caliban, along with Miranda, appears soon and the crowd reaction is mixed for the big man, who doesn’t seem to care. His interest is toward the man in the
ring. Caliban steps over the ropes as Murcielago, now blankly staring a hole through Caliban, begins to walk a circle around Caliban. The bell rings as
Miranda and Enzo exit the ring. Caliban soon makes the first punch, but Murcielago ducks and stomps at Caliban’s left knee. Caliban soon takes back the
offensive and chucks Murcielago across the ring!

ROB MARTINEZ: Murcielago is just digging himself an even bigger grave here.

Caliban seizes Murcielago’s neck with his left and soon adds the right. He then proceeds to lift him high in the air, but Murcielago viciously lays in a
few head butts, almost denting the hard skull of Caliban. Caliban drops Murcielago and Murcielago begins to stomp the left knee of Caliban, who soon pushes
Murcielago back into the corner. But Murcielago sees an opening and hits the opposite ropes, comes back and chop blocks Caliban!

ROB MARTINEZ: Is he down?! Is he down?!

Caliban begins to fall backward, Murcielago comes back and lays in a hard slap to the face of Caliban. He woke up the monster and the slap leads to a decapitating
clothesline that almost sends Murcielago toppling over the ropes. Murcielago is trying to bring himself back to the match, but the stars are quickly revolving
around his head. Caliban lays in a kick to the face.Murcielago bounces off the ropes and is pissed. He starts into a fury of punches that shocks the behemoth
known as Caliban. Murcielago hits the ropes and returns with a huge big boot to the chest of Caliban! A quick kick to the gut positions Caliban for a Spike
DDT from Murcielago!!! Caliban falls to the mat head first, his teeth crunching together.

ROB MARTINEZ: Caliban is down! Murcielago is doing all in his power, and it’s finally working out!

Caliban begins to ascend, as usual, but this time Murcielago sends a destructive dropkick to Caliban’s face, sending the big man back to the mat. Murcielago
pulls him up and positions him in a headlock. He attempts to lift Caliban, but Caliban is a heap of muscle, to heavy to lift.

ROB MARTINEZ: Is he trying for the Drop Top?

Murcielago tires again, but Caliban lifts him up and runs to the turnbuckle, cracking Murcielago’s spine on the not-so-protective turnbuckle pad. Caliban
lifts Murcielago into the air, attempting a Gorilla Press Drop, but Murcielago struggles free and ends up on the ring apron. Caliban runs toward him, but
Murcielago ducks and Caliban topples over the ropes, hitting the floor with a thud. Miranda attempts to get him up, but Murcielago pushes her out of the
way and greets Caliban with a steel chair to the face, which he pulled from under the ring. Caliban, if it’s possible, seeps lower on the floor, nearly
unconscious. Murcielago throws in the chair, and soon rolls in Caliban. Murcielago lays the monster’s left leg on the chair and stomps, awakening Caliban.
Enzo, meanwhile, is ecstatic at Murcielago’s unbelievable offense.

Murcielago soon lifts Caliban to his feet, with Caliban nearly hopping on one leg to stay up. Murcielago pulls back and…

WHACK!

WHACK!

WHACK!

WHACK!

Almost half a dozen stiff chair shots to Caliban’s leg, sends him toppling to his knees. Murcielago lifts the chair high above his head, waiting for the
perfect moment. The crowd is in awe as they are about to witness the demise of the Amazon Beast known as Caliban. Murcielago is ready, but out of nowhere,
Caliban smashes one of his gigantic forearms in between Murcielago’s legs, low blowing him. Murcielago falls to the mat, clutching his parts in agony.
ROB MARTINEZ: Just when we thought Murcielago would get revenge for his first match in REBEL, Caliban takes back over.

Caliban soon rises to his feet, but still limping. He clutches his knee as he grabs Murcielago up off the mat. Caliban fights through the pain as hit lifts
Murcielago up onto his shoulder and… REVERSAL!!!

Murcielago flips out of the Dreadlock Drop…

Caliban seems confused.

Murcielago turns, kicking the chair in position and grabs Caliban with an arm.

ROB MARTINEZ: DEF CON 1 ! Def Con 1 Connects on a STEEL CHAIR!

Caliban is out cold as Murcielago crawls over and lay an arm across. Referee Dale McDonald counts…

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

ROB MARTINEZ: What a match! Caliban is still out cold.

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of the match and NEW HOLDER OF THE NUMBER ONE CONTENDER’S CUP…. MURCIELAGO!

Just then the light goes out in the arena. They come on and three big guys are in the ring. They are wearing masks and Black T-Shirts. They attack Caliban.
Bobby O’Brady and Kyle Roberts storm from the back, and nail these guys from behind. Kyle takes off a mask of one guy and bashes him in the head with three
big punches. The guy is unfamiliar to the crowd. Kyle rams the man’s head into the ringside guardrail. The man is bleeding and Kyle punches him again.
ROB MARTINEZ: Kyle Roberts has blood on his hands. Not the first man tonight to have blood on his hands though.

Bobby O’Brady has chased the other two men to the back. Murcielago eyeballs Kyle Roberts. Murcielago yells at him to look at what he did to Caliban. Kyle
leaves the unknown man to bleed on the ground. Kyle is getting closer to ringside. Kyle Roberts enters the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: Murcielago and Kyle Roberts are going nose to nose. Wait!

DARKNESS AGAIN!

The lights fade up and Murcielago is being held by two masked men. Kyle Roberts looks confused, as the masked men hold the tired Murcielago tight.

ROB MARTINEZ: What the hell has Kyle Roberts orchestrated here? Damn another masked man.

The other masked man walks from the back, and slides into the ring behind Kyle Roberts. He leapfrogs Kyle grabbing the neck on the way down.

ROB MARTINEZ: WHAT THE HELL? I KNOW THAT MOVE.. THAT’S THE OVER AND OUT! PRINCE DARKO’S PET MOVE!

Murcielago is quickly let go of. He picks up the steel chair used to beat Caliban and smashes open the head of Kyle Roberts. AGAIN! Caliban is still unconscious,
Bobby O’Brady is in the back taking care of the masked men. Kyle Roberts is in the ring getting smashed with lefts and rights as blood pours from his head.
ROB MARTINEZ: The masked men are uncovering themselves and of course the crowd is sure who it is by now. Son of a bitch. Rex, Thomas and Darko… they have
recruited the number one contender to the World Heavyweight title. This is just plain bad for the World champ. They took out his monster tonight and to
top it off, he defends his belt against “Sick” Billy Kryenik NEXT WEEK!

Murcielago dips his fingers in Kyle’s blood and writes the word CRIMES on the ring mat. He boots Kyle in the head again. Darko and Young take a steel chair
and set it up under the left knee of Caliban. Modified Good Night on the knee of Caliban. Kyle is laid out, bleeding badly. Caliban is still out of it,
and has a bashed knee. The Crimes celebrate and hold each others hands up. Prince Darko… Thomas Young… Rex Caliber… and Murcielago? He is no longer
a REBEL Without a Cause… his cause is to bring back the World Title to the CRIMES! CRIMES!! CRIMES!!!

Next week we have SKR VS SBK, The Extreme Battle Royal with NAPW VS OPW VS REBEL, Two Semi-Final matches in the Best of the Best tournament and A NO ROPES
BARBWIRE MATCH!