REBEL/NAPW SUPERSHOW II – 07/17/2007

REBEL/NAPW SUPERSHOW II
07/17/2007
It’s 6:30 and REBEL is back in Raleigh! Not only that, but they’ve brought friends in the form of NAPW! The REBEL Arena is sold out tonight as 500 paid
fans have jam packed into this building to see the best that REBEL and NAPW have to offer! Rob Martinez, Bill Hewson, Jenny Jersey and Jack Jones are at
the merchandise table signing autographs for the eager fans. Along ringside we see REBEL and NAPW wrestlers mingling with the fans. FEAR, Warren, Stone
Zellor, Chad Kurtis and Simply Beautiful are along ringside having their pictures taken and chatting with the so called smart marks about tonights huge
event. Anticipation is running high and it’s been rumored that Ravager and Rex Caliber have been placed in locker rooms as far away from each other as
possible. Matthew Kurtis stands against a wall and ignores the requests of any autographs or pictures. What a dick.

It’s seven o’ clock…Do you know where your kids are?

They’re at the REBEL Arena getting ready to see the second REBEL/NAPW Supershow!!!

“Killing In The Name Of….: By Rage Against The Machine hits and Rob Martinez is in the ring!

ROB MARTINEZ: It’s my pleasure to welcome all the superstars from NAPW here tonight!

Huge (and cheap) pop!

ROB MARTINEZ: I could talk about tonights historic event, but I’d rather see the action start as soon as possible! Are you guys ready to see some wrestling!!!!
Another huge pop!

ROB MARTINEZ: Then let’s get to it!

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JENNY JERSEY: This next is scheduled for one fall…..

“Grotans Barn” by Finntroll hits the speakers and the most unlikely three man team steps out from behind the curtain.

JENNY JERSEY: Coming to the ring first, They are the team of Warren, Mike “Assman” Trey & Mr. Berserker!!!

The odd group climb into the ring. Warren seems to be keeping a weary eye on the huge Mr. Berserker.

“Censored Truth” by Naked Aggression is now playing on the speakers and the fans are booing loudly.

JENNY JERSEY: And their opponents, they are Ace Adams, Steven Wylde & Murcielgro!!!

The trio make their way slowly to the ring, jaw jacking with fans seated along ringside. Finally they climb into the ring and eye their opposition.

ROB MARTINEZ: We’re about to start with the first match on the second ever REBEL/NAPW Supershow! But first let me welcome my partners, from NAPW they are
Bill Hewson and Jack “Attack” Jones!

BILL HEWSON: Thanks for having us Rob! This should be a great match!

JACK JONES: Wait a second, why is it REBEL/NAPW and not NAPW/REBEL?

ROB MARTINEZ: Cause you’re in our backyard this time Jack!

We’re ready to start this match as Warren steps through the ropes to take on Ace Adams. Warren dives right for him but Ace takes him down with a nice drop
toehold. In Japan or Canada, that might get a round of applause. Here, in REBEL COUNTRY, it’ll get you booed. Ace doesn’t even care – he just grabs a headlock
on Warren. A loooong headlock. Just long enough to annoy the fans, who start to chant “BORING, BORING” Adams just smiles, picks Warren up still in the
headlock, and walks him over to his partner Sam Wylde. Wylde is tagged in and gets a knee smash to the gut on Warren before locking him in a hammerlock.
Warren quickly reverses out of it and puts Wylde in a hammerlock of his own! Whoa! Who knew Warren could chain wrestle? Wylde drops to his knees and flips
Warren over onto his back, applying a rear chinlock. Wylde drops two heavy forearm shots across Warren’s chest before doing a Christopher Daniels-esque
necksnap move. Warren is down and holding his neck – and being scooped up and Fisherman Brainbuster-ed isn’t going to help that one bit! Wylde goes for
the cover, but Warren is able to kick out at just barely two. Wylde now whips him hard to the post, following him in and Snap Suplexing him right out of
the corner. He tags in Adams, who wastes no time in ascending the top rope and hitting a perfect elbow drop! CABS is on a roll without having to ever tag
in their partner! Adams with a nice whip to the ropes – Warren counters with a crossbody, but he’s caught. Backbreaker! Chestbreaker! Russian Leg Sweep!
All without ever letting go of Warren! Warren is trying to call back to his corner of the ring as he desperately needs to make a tag. Ace Adams doesn’t
see him because he’s too busy gloating – now he’s turned around and he sees the fleeing Warren! He drags him back by the foot and locks in an STF! Warren
is in so much pain, how will he ever make the ropes? He crawls! He scratches! But he cannot make it! Adams pulls back even harder, it looks like Warren
is going to have to tap out.But Adams…let’s go? Why? He had this match won. BAM! Oh, that’s why – he just picked up and drilled Warren with Totally Censored
He goes in for the cover, this is gonna do it unless – OH MY GAWD! HUGE Big boot to the face by an interfering Mr. Berserker! I guess he couldn’t stand
to see anyone beating down on his little buddy! Berserker grabs Adams by the throat and flings him across the ring. Holy Shit!

ROB MARTINEZ: Well, that’ll rearrange your facial features!

BILL HEWSON: Tell me about it! I think I see a shoeprint-shaped bruise on Adams’ face.

JACK JONES: THIS IS AN OUTRAGE! Here we finally have some good, clean-cut guys in our bastard child of a sister promotion and how does the mongoloid population
respond? Kicking them IN THE FACE!

Berserker is quickly ushered out by the referee and Adams is able to tag out to Murcielago just as Warren reaches out and tags in ASSSSMAAAAAANNN! Trey
and Murc are all over each other, hammering one another with punches so hard they could drive nails into maple wood. Murc with a quick one-two boxing combo
gets Trey off guard, he tries for a suplex – it’s blocked. Trey goes for his own suplex – that to is blocked! Arm drag by Murcielago, but Trey takes it
in stride and pops right back to duck under a clothesline and connect with a Backdrop Suplex. Murc uses the ropes to get to his feet in a jiffy, and pulls
the down as Trey charges – but Trey puts the breaks on to stop himself from tumbling over and knees Murcielago in the face. HARD. Trey is then able to
scoop him up and bury him with a Snapmare Driver! He goes over to his corner, and points at Berserker. The crowd goes WILD. They want to see the freak
of nature go to work! Assman tags him in! Berserker is in like a wrecking ball, crushing everything in his path! Big Boot to Murcielago! CABS can feel
the wheels falling off the wagon and rush into the ring to save the day – they’re double clotheslined hard to the mat! Murc is back up, and he’s headbutted
into next week! Wylde pops up – he gets a Hammer Punch that almost drove him through the mat! Adams is next – Berserker is biting his head! He’s biting
his freakin’ head! And then he grabs him around the neck with both hands…he lifts him up…and slams him down on the back of the neck and head! CABS
rolls on out of there, leaving poor Murcielago to deal with the beast. Murc starts to pepper him with punches, that have little to no affect at best -
Berserker is on a rage-filled roll! He catches a punch in mid-swing! Short-range lariat that takes Murc out of his boots, what a shot from the monster!
He might be able to cover right now, but instead he turns around and tags Warren in – he’s motioning for Warren to go in there and get some payback! Warren
quickly hops to the top rope and, even quicker, slips and falls off. Woops! Warren is right back up thanks to a helping hand from Mr. Berserker.

BILL HEWSON: You gotta love the heart of Warren!

JACK JONES: I suppose.

Warren takes Murc off his feet with a leg lariat as Mr. Berserker cheers him on! Warren goes for the pin and manages a two count. Warren backs Murc into
the ropes and shoots him off taking him up and over with a high back body drop on the rebound! Warren is looking cocky now as Murc is using the ring ropes
to pull himself up. Warren advances on Murc and takes a boot to the mid section that doubles him over. A tag to Adams! Adams comes in and hits a running
kneelift that drops Warren to the mat. Adams is looking smug as he pulls Warren to his feet. Jaw breaker from Warren! Adams staggers back and Wylde tags
himself in! Deep arm drag from Warren sends Wylde down to the mat! Murc is in the ring now and drives a knee into the back of Warren! This brings in the
huge Mr. Berserker and Assman! The crowd pops as all six men are now mixing it up in the middle of the ring! A clothesline by Berserker sends Adams over
the tope rope to the floor! A stiff European uppercut from Assman has Wylde rolling to the outside as well! Beautiful standing dropkick from Warren has
“the hired gun” Murcielago looking for safety on the outside! Warren is suddenly grabbed by Mr. Berserker! Assman looks ready to help his partner but a
look from Berserker causes him to stay put. As the CABS and Murc try to get their act together on the outside, Berserker gorilla presses Warren above his
head and runs towards the ring ropes! Berserker sends Warren flying into the trio of Adams, Murc and Wylde on the outside!

ROB MARTINEZ: Berserker just used Warren as a weapon of mass destruction!

JACK JONES: Is it me…Or does Mr. Berserker look, well insane?

Assman and Berserker roll to the outside as the referee basically throws his hands up in frustration. On the outside, Warren is dragged off of the trio
by Berserker and rolled back into the ring. Assman pulls up Murc and clubs him with a trio of sharp forearm shots to the head. The fans pop again as Berserker
is pulling a table out from under the ring! Wylde quickly clubs Berserker from behind through causing the big man to drop the table, much to the dismay
of the fans. Adams and Wylde each grab an arm of Berserker and whip him into the steel steps! Wylde climbs back onto the ring apron as Adams attacks Assman.
Standing on the apron, Wylde is to busy watching the melee on the outside and never sees Warren coming. A hiptoss from Warren brings in Wylde the hard
way! Warren pulls Wylde to his feet and whips him into the ropes. It’s reversed and Wylde tries to take Warrens head off with a clothesline! Warren ducks
under and hits a inverted hurricanrana on the CABS member! A cover!

One!

Two!

Kickout by Wylde!

BILL HEWSON: Near fall for the youngster!

Warren goes to pull Wylde to his feet and takes a low blow that stops him dead in his tracks. Wylde gets to his feet, hits the ropes and then drops Warren
with a scissor kick to the back of the head! Wylde rolls Warren into a pinning combo.

One!

Two! Wylde is pulled out of the ring by Mr. Berserker!

JACK JONES: This place isn’t big on traditional wrestling is it?

ROB MARTINEZ: We’re here to entertain the fans Jack!

Assman is rolled inside the ring by Murc. As Assman is getting to his feet both Adams and Murc climb into the ring behind him. Murc spins Assman around
and goes for his Defcon 1 finisher only to have it reversed into an Ass-Cracker! The fans explode at the move and Assman goes for a cover!

One!

Two!

A kick to the back of the head from Adams breaks up the count! Berserker is back in the ring and he’s brought a friend. A metal folding chair! Wylde is
up and BLAM! Chair shot across the skull drops him like a bad habit! Adams rushes the big man and gets the chair buried into his ribs! Another shot across
the back drops the second member of the CABS to the mat! Berserker is yelling at Assman to pull Murc to his feet and he’s all to happy to do so. Before
Berserker can dent the chair any further, Murc swings his leg back and low blows Assman! Berserker swings and Murc drops out of the way and the chair cracks
against the skull of Assman! Berserker stands there looking confused as Assman lays on the mat holding his head. It’s all the opening Murc needs as he
grabs the legs of Berserker and dumps him out of the ring over the top rope. The Cabs are slowly getting to their feet and Adams takes a running crossbody
block from Warren that sends them both over the top rope to the floor! Wylde is also to his feet and staggers over to Assman. Assman is yanked to his feet
and the CABS member tries to go for his Censorplex! Assman spins around Wylde and hits another Ass-Cracker! The impact sends Wylde rolling out of the ring
and the fans start in on their “Ass! Ass! Ass!” chant! Murcielago is pulling himself up with help from the ring ropes and Assman measures him. Assman tries
to go for another Ass-Cracker but Murc holds onto the ropes and blocks the move! Assman hits the mat hard and Murc staggers over to him. On the outside
we can see Berserker and Warren brawling with the CABS in the aisle! Berserker sends Wylde into the front row with a boot to the face! On the other side
of the ring Adams and Warren are exchanging forearm shots! In the ring Assman has gotten to his feet and he turns right into a Murcielago Defcon 1!

One!

Two!

Three!

ROB MARTINEZ: Just like that it’s over!

BILL HEWSON: Chalk one up for the uptight CABS!

Murcielago rolls to the outside as Jenny Jersey has the mic.

JENNY JERSERY: The winners of the match, Murcielago, Steven Wylde and Ace Adams!!!

Berserker rolls into the ring as does Warren to help their fallen comrade. On the outside Murc and the CABS are regrouping and all three men have huge smiles
plastered on their faces.

Warren is helping Assman to his feet when Mike Trey shoves him back! Berserker grabs Assman around the throat but Warren yells at him to let go. Berserker
releases his grip and Assman yells to Berserker that “It’s your fault!” Warren and Berserker watch as Assman rolls out of the ring and heads towards the
back.

ROB MARTINEZ: Assman is obviously mad at Berserker for getting cracked in the head with that chair!

BILL HEWSON: Tough loss for this unique trio.

JACK JONES: What kind of name is Assman anyway?

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* DVD Extra *

As Lyndsey Valentine (wearing a black Baby-doll tee with the REBEL-Pro symbol on it and jeans with bedazzled seams)walks through the back stage area getting
to go down to ringside With unexpected but seemingly united team of Assman,Warren,and Mr. Berserker she runs into her estranged boyfriend “The Angry American”
Matthew Kurtis. As she tries to walk around him but he stands in her way,unable to get around the near 7-footer she stops…

LYNDSEY: Would get out of my way I have to get ready to be at ringside.

MATTHEW (Glaring down at her):Yes I know. What the Hell do you think You’re doing tonight being at ringside with that odd ball team. What you need to do
is stay back here and wait and go with Chad and make sure that The BGM holds on to the Carolinas Championship. And I want you to use whatever means you
think are needed to help Chad keep his belt.

LYNDSEY (Glaring back at Matthew): So basically instead helping my friends in their match you want me to cheat to help Chad win? Well Matthew it ain’t happening.
I already offered to go to ringside with Chad and he said “thanks but no thanks”. He wants to defeat Dio one-on-one in the ring with no help from me or
anyone. And another thing…you don’t tell me when and where to go to the ring,you don’t control me.

MATTHEW (Putting his finger in her face):You’re my manager and you’ll do what I say,bitch!

LYNDSEY (Poking her finger in his chest):Not now not ever!We’ve not had that kind of relationship before. I don’t know what has gotten into you lately but
I ain’t dealing with it anymore. I’ve signed a contract to compete in ECWF for non-specific amount of time. So tonight’s Six-Man Tag Team Match this will
be my last appearance in NAPW/REBEL for awhile. If and when I come back maybe you’ll be a more pleasant person. As for now get out of my way you Son-of-bitch.
Matthew grabs Lyndsey by the arm as she tries to walk around him…

MATTHEW (Holding her arm tight):Hold up and Listen here Miss Priss!

LYNDSEY (Trying to pull away): Hey let me go!

Chad Kurtis comes around the corner and sees the confrontation over the counter viagra and rushes up beside her to help Lyndsey…

CHAD: Hey Matt let her go! What do you think you’re doing?

MATTHEW (letting go of Lyndsey): Nothing. I ain’t doing anything. Just saying goodbye, ain’t that right Lyndsey?

LYNDSEY:Whatever dickhead. Now get out of my way.

MATTHEW: Sure…have fun with the losers.

Matthew steps aside and lets Lyndsey pass and get ready for the Six-Man Tag Team Match

MATTHEW (Sarcastically): Wait Lyndsey don’t I get a good-bye kiss?

Lyndsey turns and flips off “The Angry American” and then continues on her way. Matthew starts like he headed that way but is stopped by Chad as the “The
Show” hustles him toward the locker-room…

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JACK JONES: And that’s how my cousin ended up being my date to the prom…

BILL HEWSON: But what did you do with the baby? Nevermind…. Take it away, Jenny!

JENNY JERSEY: The following contest is set for one fall to a finish and is the NAPW Four-Corner Survival.

BILL HEWSON: This is going to be a great contest. The war of worlds was at a fever pitch this week, and all for men are going to try to one up the other.
JACK JONES: Well… I like *COUGHS* to win!

BILL HEWSON: Who?

JACK JONES: You heard me!

SCREAM!!!!! Vincent Yun Chang makes his way from the back, and the crowd gives him a mixed reaction. He gets into the ring and gestures to the crowd in
an inappropriate manner, which then sets the crowd to a full on “YOU SUCK” chant.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, making his NAPW DEBUT! He weighed in at one hundred ninety eight pounds. He is fighting out of St. Petersburg, Florida.
He is VINCENT YUN CHANG!

Lynyrd Skynyrd then cranks through the arena… AND THE CROWD GOES NUTS! Only in the south. Jeff Garvin looks at the crowd and shakes his head. A few fans
try to tough him, which prompts him to call over security. That brings in the boo birds, which makes no difference to the “Original” He enters the ring
and gets in the face of Vincent, telling him that he is going down!

JENNY JERSEY: And the next competitor. He is weighing in tonight at two hundred forty two pounds. He is fighting out of Memphis, Tennessee. He is “The Original”
JEFF GARVIN!

Pigeonhed starts to play throughout the Raleigh Armory, and out comes Donovan Astros. He gets a mixed reaction, as he too isn’t well known in REBEL country.
He is bringing to the ring a battered briefcase. He enters the ring and tells both of his opponents where they can go.

JENNY JERSEY: The next wrestler in this match… He weighs in at two hundred twenty seven pounds. He is fighting out of Los Angeles, California. He is a
former NAPW Tag Team Champion. He is DONOVAN ASTROS!

STONE COLD CRAZY! The founds go wild for a man they do recognize… Simply Beautiful. He was doing some autographs earlier in the evening and made some
quick friends. We struts to the ring, and enters with some confidence.

JENNY JERSEY: And finally… Weighing in tonight at two thirty five pounds. He is fighting out of Staten Island, New York. He is a former NAPW Pure Honor
Champion, he is SIMPLY BEAUTIFUL!

Morgan Smythe has her hands full with these very focused, and considerably talented men. The bell sounds, and they all four stare off. Then three of the
men turn toward one…. that man is VINCENT YUN CHANG! Astros charges with a clothesline that Chang ducks. Chang points to his head, and has a meet and
greet with a Simply Beautiful dropkick. Chang is down, and Jeff Garvin comes behind the raising SB. Jeff goes for a German Suplex, but Simply Beautiful
grabs the nearby ropes. Jeff pulls again, but is stopped once more. Astros sees the struggle and promptly kicks the arms of SB… who gets GERMAN SUPLEXED:
RELEASE STYLE! Garvin covers, but is quickly gave a “good-old-fashioned-no-frills-needed-boot-to-the-temple”! Astros picks up the stunned Garvin. BUTTERFLY
SUPLEX! Astros doesn’t look to cover, but looks for the man missing. That man is Yun Chang who is on the top rope. Astros turns around… CROSS BODY BLOCK!
Chang hangs on and attempts a pin. One, Two, Thr… Astros kicks out.

JACK JONES: I knew this match was going to be action packed but damn?

BILL HEWSON: All four men are trying to kill one another.

Chang starts delivering lightning quick kicks to the back of Astros. SB rises and sneaks up on Chang and applies a full nelson. He holds him there. Garvin
yells something to SB, who nods yes. Garvin with a modified STO! SB with a DRAGON SUPLEX WITH AUTHORITY AND HELP! YUN CHANG LOOKS TO BE DEAD! Garvin quickly
applies a Camel Clutch to Chang. Simply Beautiful doesn’t want to be left out, and applies a Boston Crab as well. Yun Chang is screaming with what air
he has left. Astros gets up and sees the damage being dealt… and WANTS IN! Astros off the ropes… TWO BOOTS TO THE FACE OF CHANG!!! THE CROWD EXPLODES
WITH A “HOLY SHIT” CHANT! The move is stopped and Chang is let go of. He is kicked to the outside of the ring and the other three men do a unique stare
down.

BILL HEWSON: Team work? I NEVER THOUGHT THEY WOLD TEAM UP!

JACK JONES: Can we get a replay on that?

Astros and Garvin start jawing the most, and SB looks on. Garvin charges at Astros who sides steps him, grabs Garvin’s head from behind and hits a modified
Rude Awakening style neck-breaker. Astros then sees and opportunity and locks on the Bow and Arrow. He gets it cinched in, and rolls to his back. Garvin’s
stomach is exposed to the sky, with Astros knees driving into his back. Astros has it on full, laying on his back, Tazz style. SB smiles and climbs to
the top rope… He wouldn’t… he couldn’t? HE DOES!!! NEW YORK KNOCK OUT ON THE PRONE JEFF GARVIN, COLLAPSING THE BOW AND ARROW! SB seems to have got
the wind knocked out of himself too. Astros viagra online is holdings his knees, and is yelling at SB. The crowd is going bananas! Chang is laying outside the ring,
and no one can pin Garvin who could be broke in half. SB is up finally, Astros is too… THEY GET A STANDING OVATION! They lock eyes.

BILL HEWSON: WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT? I can’t believe I just saw that move?

JACK JONES: Vincent and Jeff Garvin are going to need new ribs I think.

They tie up collar and elbow style. Astros gains control with a knee to the midsection of SB. A quick snap suplex and cover by Astros. One.. Two… No such
luck this time! SB with a kick-out. Astros levels the face of Simply Beautiful with several cross face blows, and one lands on the nose of SB. Blood spurts
out, and SB is holding his face and screaming badly. Astros sees the blood, and a sinister look covers his face. He then lets off with five quick cross
face shots, that leave SB in a bloody damn mess. Astros picks up the blood covered SB, and nails him with the ASTROLABE! A spinning Implant DDT, that gets
him loud boos from the Beautiful fans. He covers him. One… Two… ThrLEGDROP FROM THE TOP ROPE BY YUN CHANG!

JACK JONES: Chang is still my pick! I KNEW HE WASN’T OUT!

BILL HEWSON: That right? I remember you cou-

JACK JONES: WHAT A MATCH!

The match continues, as Chang tried to behead Astros. He grabs the left arm of Astros, dragging him off SB. BEST DAMN ARM BAR IN THE BUSINESS! Astros is
trying to fight it off, and is in a world of pain. He is attempting to inch toward the ropes, but the arm lock is one tight. Vincent is trying to pull
him away as well as add pressure. He has Astros screaming in a lot of pain. comprar cialis en españa Astros is a good eight inches away from the ropes. Astros has his hand out
and… GARVIN KICKS THE HELL OUT OF YUN CHANG! Garvin is favoring his ribs badly, but gets Yun Chang to his feet. Garvin kicks him in the stomach and gets
him up for a Power Bomb… but Vincent holds on to the head of Garvin… he spins on to the shoulders of Garvin, and flips down to roll him up! What a
combo… pin attempt! Morgan Smythe counts the One! Two!! Thre- Kick-out by Garvin.

They both get up quick. Vincent Yun Chang jumps on to the top rope, and runs the rope and leaps at Garvin who ducks the Enziguri attempt. Yun Chang lands
hard on his stomach, and Jeff Garvin takes advantage. He puts on a Boston Crab, a move that did damage earlier when SB did it in unison with Garvin’s Camel
Clutch. SB is up and is a mess. A real mess. His nose is broken for sure. This time SB applies his own Arm Bar… the PAINKILLER! This brings another huge
Scream from Chang. Garvin notices SB, and quickly lets go. He kicks SB in the face, and yells at him for “butting in”. SB makes a gut reaction and head
butts Garvin the ribs. Garvin doubles over, SB gets up…SPIN DOCTOR! SB covers… One… Two… ASTROS BREAKS IT UP!

BILL HEWSON: I haven’t a clue why Simply Beautiful hasn’t went to the back yet. He needs to get the nose looked at.

JACK JONES: I’ve had paper cuts that bled worse!

Astros grabs SB, but is quickly nailed with an Impact DDT! AND THEY LAND ON THE STOMACH OF JEFF GARVIN! SB again with the cover on Garvin, this time he
doesn’t even get a one count. Vincent Yun Chang nails a big time elbow on the back SB’s head. Chang picks up SB, and it’s the MEANTIME SUPLEX! Cover and
count.. One! Two! NO DICE… SB gets a foot on the rope. Astros is up and grabs up Yun Chang. AZTECAN SUPLEX! He follows that up with a Bow and Arrow on
Yun Chang. Yun Chang and Garvin have received a ton of midsection damage, and this will do even more for Vincent. Astros is a bit too close to the ropes,
and Yun Chang grabs them. Morgan Smythe tells him to break the hold. Donovan does it, several seconds later. Yun Chang rolls to the outside. Astros follows
him. In the ring SB and Garvin start battling.

BILL HEWSON: This match is still anyones match… including the bloody Beautiful.

SB and Garvin exchange right hands. SB ducks one of Garvin’s and he A BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX FROM SIMPLY BEAUTIFUL! He is trying anything. Garvin is down,
SB with the cover… One! Two! GARVIN WITH A SHOULDER UP! Garvin holds his stomach and SB sees an opening. He climbs the top rope and everyone knows what
he is looking for.. especially Yun Chang, who knocks SB off. SB eats the steel railing with his already FUBAR nose and face. Yun Chang had leveled Astros
previously with his Shining Black maneuver. Yun Chang gets on the top himself. FOUR FIFTY SPLASH? MISSES! Jeff Garvin rolled out of the way. He crawls
over to the hurt Yun Chang. Astros in the ring. Garvin with the cover… One.. Two… ASTROS BREAKS IT UP! Garvin gets up and smacks the taste out of Astros
mouth. Astros double leg takes down Garvin, and throws several shots to the face of Garvin. Garvin rolls him over, and unloads on some hefty hands of his
own. SB climbs the ropes, bloody has hell… NEW YORK NIGHTMARE ON YUN CHANG! He covers… One! Two! Garvin leaps for the save.

JACK JONES: JEFF GARVIN BABY! Still my man to win this thing!

BILL HEWSON: What a maneuver by Simply Beautiful, but… Garvin with the save. Jack… you’re sure to get one of your four picks right, huh?

Astros gets up, and grabs Garvin… he is going for ASTROCIDE! SB gets up, and can’t see very well. He charges and clotheslines ASTRO! Astro was in the
Astrocide position. Garvin takes him over with the momentum for a version of the Cop Killer. Astros might be dead. SB and Garvin again are up and from
behind Yun Chang rolls up SB! Morgan counts it.. One! Two! GARVIN BREAKS IT UP! Yun Chang to his feet. Garvin with a vicious STO out of nowhere. He covers
Chang… One.. Two… NO WAY, NOT WITH SB KICKING THE HEAD OFF GARVIN’S BODY! SB hits the middle turnbuckle… THEN THE TOP ONE… B.M.E! The cover…
ONE! TWO! THR-VINCENT YUN CHANG WITH THE SAVE!

JACK JONES: I thought it was it… this match is draining me and the crowd.

Astros rises and is going toward Jeff Garvin. There’s a different look in Astros eyes after getting nailed with the Cop Killer Clothesline combo. Maybe
he is mixed up with a concussion, who knows, but he doesn’t look the same. He picks him up and ASTROCIDE ON JEFF GARVIN! Donovan Astros doesn’t cover…
but instead watches SB and Yun Chang. SB gets nailed good with a right hand, and STALLING SHIRANUI! Vincent Yun Chang just knocked out SB! Donovan Astros
from behind… ASTROCIDE ON VINCENT YUN CHANG! He looks down, at all three men down… AND WALKS AWAY. He grabs the brief case from the announcer table,
and clutches to it.

JACK JONES: I had money riding on Donovan Astros! What in the hell is he doing?

BILL HEWSON: This is confusing as hell. But three men are left in the ring… all down! ASTROS! What are you doing?

Astros looks back at the ring once, a look of Edge-esque disdain in his grin. He pats the briefcase… as if he has bigger fish to fry.

Garvin is the first to rise… he goes over to SB. SB tries to fight him off. SB gets some distance after a right hand… SEXY KICK!! IS BLOCKED! The bloody
SB has his foot caught, and is spun around three sixty… boot to the stomach of SB! MEMPHIS DEATH CERTIFICATE! ONE! TWO! YUN CHANG… IS NO WHERE TO BE
FOUND… THREE!!!

JENNY JERSEY: THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH… JEFF GARVIN!

Jeff Garvin then gets his hand raise as Yun Chang turns him around. “You got lucky, punk!” They stare down, as referees and EMT’s fill the ring. SB is being
worked on with his massive blood loss.

BILL HEWSON: Jeff Garvin won a match that Yun Chang, and Donovan Astros could have, and Astros should have won. This is a crazy ending to a fantastic match.
SB and Garvin now each own a pinfall over the other! But the real story here is Donovan Astros… he’s got something in mind, but what?

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The lights of the arena dim as “When The Lights Go Out” by The Black Keys hits the airwaves.

BILL HEWSON: What is this?

JACK JONES: Come on Bill get with the times man! It can only be one man being led to the ring by the blues-rock melodies of The Black Keys.

ROB MARTINEZ: That’s right Jack Attack, it has to be the sole owner of the REBEL Pro #1 Contenders Trophy, “LDK” Lloyd Rees…

JACK JONES: Don’t talk to me like you’re my friend, ROB.

Like on cue, “LDK” Lloyd Rees walks out from behind the curtain. Something is not right though. Rees looks shaken, timid, scared almost as he clutches the
REBEL Trophy tight.

BILL HEWSON: I knew who was coming out, gentlemen, but this is the first time we NAPW guys have seen Rees in an arena since dropping the NAPW Provincial
Title to Jeff James a few weeks back.

ROB MARTINEZ: And something doesn’t seem to be right with the most decorated man in NAPW history…

JACK JONES: Are you guys blind?! Rees is just fine!

Lloyd makes it to the ring after what seems to have been a eternity. He slowly walks the ring steps, places the trophy over he ropes, and follows behind.
He signs for ring announcer, Frank Warburton, to hand him a microphone. With mic in hand, “LDK” speaks.

“LDK” LLOYD REES: What has dis place become?

The crowd boos.

“LDK” LLOYD REES: Since Jeff James somehow got da biggest fluke win of his life and took what rightfully belongs t’me d’ere has been a downward slide here…By
here I mean both da NAPW and REBEL Pro. Now, I’m sure some of ye idiots are not ever sure what I am talk’n about so let me fill ye in…

Rees wraps his hand tightly around his precious trophy.

“LDK” LLOYD REES: If ye take a look at our ever so intelligent laid out rank’n system, ya will notice right away d’hat one major ting is miss’n from da
list. Sure, you’ll see d’hat greats like Rex Caliber, Ca$h, and Da Foundation are right d’ere at da top of d’eir games but where is “LDK”?! NOWHERE!! How
da hell can I, of all people, be left of da list of who’s who in d’ese promotions? Don’t da Larrys in charge of d’ese list have any idea what kinda damage
d’hat not have’n “Da East Coast Sensation” ranked among da elite can have on a place like dis? Haven’t d’ese people scene what I have done since break’n
out on da scene back in Febuary of O’seven? Well, I guess if ya been live’n in a cave d’hen maybe yer not sure of what “LDK” has done. But, I have da solution
fer all d’ose d’hat have been live’n in da dark…Ahem!!

BILL HEWSON: I don’t know if I can listen to this again…

JACK JONES: Listen up and listen well Bill! This is a lesson in history…

“LDK” LLOYD REES: What ye ungrateful pieces of crap are get’n da upmost pleasure of see’n right now is da most decorated man in da history of da NAPW. I
have held da NAPW Television Championship, da NAPW Provincial Championship four times and hold da record fer da longest Provincial reign. Hell!! I’m a
two time NAPW Champion!! As fer REBEL, I am da first man t’ever hold da #1 Contender’s Trophy and I don’t plan on let’n it go anytime soon!! If fact, in
a short amount of time, I sure I will not only be da NAPW most decorated man but, REBEL Pro’s too…Doesn’t d’hat sound good ring’n in yer ear?! Da only
man in wrasslin history t’be a Grand Slam Winner in both NAPW and REBEL Pro…

BILL HEWSON: The man is delusional!

JACK JONES: The man is a genius!

“LDK” LLOYD REES: So, now ye can see me concern. How can d’ese promotion have let da future dual Grand Slam Winner be missed place in the rankings? I should
be step’n into da ring with Ravager t’night not some stupid bitch. But, it’s da normal fer “LDK”. I’ve had t’fight fer everyting I gotten. Nobody handed
me a dame ting!! I’ve earned it all…

“Smooth” blares over the speakers. Rees jumps.

ROB MARTINEZ: This should be interesting…

BILL HEWSON: Why is Chris Casino out here?

JACK JONES: Well, it is pretty common knowledge that these two have never seen eye to eye.

Casino is now at the top of the ramp with a microphone in hand.

CHRIS CASINO: Cut my music you garbage match lovin’ junkies!! Christ Rees!! Don’t you ever get sick of listening to yourself talk? I know I sure do…

Casino makes his way to the ring and Rees quickly lifts the REBEL trophy off the ring mat and holds on tight. The two NAPW Grand Slam Winners are standing
face to face. The crowd is unsure how to react. Neither of these men will win a humanitarian award anytime soon.

“LDK” LLOYD REES: Wha…What are ya do’n out here Casino?! Dis is my time. I’m try’n t’adress an issue here and it has nothing t’do with you.

CHRIS CASINO: I’m afraid you’re wrong there, crab pants. As I was sitting in the back I just couldn’t help but notice you run down your list of accomplishments
like it was somethin’ special. Yeah you’re a grand slam winner…But so am I. In fact, I accomplished that very feat first! While we’re at it, let’s add
on that I’m the first ever Triple Crown winner, the first man to ever beat D!, I’m a Ring Of Prestige inductee and I held the NAPW Pure Honor Title for
damn near six months! Face it SpongeBob Square Pants, you might have done a lot of impressive things, but compared to me? You’re about as special as Joey
Malone!

Rees flinches. Low blow for sure. Wait! Someone at ringside is on his feet cheering like crazy! Holy shit it’s Joey Malone! Who let him in here?

CHRIS CASINO: (smirking) You wanna be all Billy Bad ass? Then there’s something you need to do first….

“LDK” LLOYD REES: Oh, what’s d’hat smart ass?

CHRIS CASINO: You gotta beat me…

Noses touch in the center of the ring as the two biggest heels in the NAPW stare into each others eyes. Rees brings his microphone to his lips.

“LDK” LLOYD REES: True…but, d’ere is one major reason fer d’hat, I ain’t ever had da chance!!

CHRIS CASINO: Name the time and place lobster man.

“LDK” LLOYD REES: How about right here, right now?!

Rees turns to the crowd.

“LDK” LLOYD REES: What do ya tink ye sorry sacks of shit?! Ya want t’see “LDK” slap da taste out of Casino’s mouth right now?!

The crowd, still unsure how to react to what is happening in front of them, gives a mixed reaction.

CHRIS CASINO: Hold on Rees, I don’t wrestle for garbage feds. You wanna piece of Chris Casino? You wanna see which of us is really the better man? Then
I suggest we take this back to NAPW where I can humiliate you in proper fashion. Maybe after that you can quietly retire from the sport and go back to
working at Long John Silvers.

“LDK” LLOYD REES: Typical Casino. Act all big and tough until the time arrives then BLAM!! Out comes yer true colors…Yellow.

BILL HEWSON: Things are heating up pretty quick in the ring right now!

ROB MARTINEZ: And they are about to get a lot hotter…

JACK JONES: Here come The Crimes!!

REBEL Champion and NAPW owner Rex Caliber! NAPW Provincial Champion Ca$h! The Foundation, Prince Darko, and Thomas Young! These viagraonline-canadianpharma four men are all making
their way to right side. Casino shrugs and smiles a little.

CHRIS CASINO: Strange…Usually I’m the one with the guys helping me beat down someone. Okay guys, who wants my autograph first?

SMASH!!

Casino nails Rees in the head with his microphone and immediately The Crimes rush the ring. Enter Thomas Young – Clothesline by Casino!! Enter Prince Darko
– STO take down by the former NAPW Pure Honor Champion!! Ca$h enters, only to be met by a back elbow from Chris!! REBEL Pro Heavyweight Champion, Rex Caliber,
steps into the action. Clothesline attempt by Caliber is ducked by Casino. Right! Left! Right!! Left!! RIGHT!!! LEFT!!! The Champion is down!!

BILL HEWSON: Chris Casino just took out The Crimes!!

ROB MARTINEZ: I can not believe it!!

JACK JONES: Don’t, because the jerk forgot about one thing!

CRUSH!!

Rees just best way to take viagra flattened Casino with a vicious chair shot!! The former Pure honor Champion in on the mat and the vultureous Crimes swoop in. Kicks to the downed
Casino.

BILL HEWSON: I’m not the biggest Chris Casino fan but, somebody has got to stop this!!

Now Rees seems to be orchestrating this beating, Rex Caliber stepping back and watching with a smirk on his face. Young and Ca$h pull Chris to his feet,
Rees kicks him in the gut and drops him to the mat with a quick DDT From The Green!!

“LDK” LLOYD REES: Get him up!! Stand dis bitch up in front of me!!

Young and Ca$h once again pull Chris Casino to his feet.

“LDK” LLOYD REES: How dare ya come out here and interrupt me Casino?! I know ya know who I is, hell ya want t’be me!! Ya knew tings were go’n t’turn out
like dis if you (BLEEP) with Da Crimes!! So, to teach everyone a lesson, we are go’n t’make an example of you…

Rees motions to the back. Out comes The Hardcore Luchadore, The Bloodbrother…Static.

“LDK” LLOYD REES: Static, what do you ting of dis piece of shit right here?! Do ya tink ya have someting t’give him?!

Static pulls out his trusty friend…Screwy.

STATIC: Here Rees, you can have the honors.

With Screwy in hand Rees speaks.

“LDK” LLOYD REES: So where ya want it Casino?! Left eye, right eye, you decide…

BILL HEWSON: Somebody stop this! I’m no Chris Casino fan, but this is getting out of hand!

Rees is running the screw driver over Casino’s face slowly in circular motions. Chris is furious, eyes wild, but he can’t break free…

“LDK” LLOYD REES: But, maybe dis is a bit much Casino. A little to brutal perhaps?! I’ve changed me mind Static…

Rees motions to hand the screw driver back to Static but instead, quickly turns and leaves a fine gouge in Casino’s head. The blood flows.

“LDK” LLOYD REES: I guess I changed me mind again! D’hats been happen’n a lot t’me lately.

Screw driver shot after screw driver shot to Casino’s head!! Young and Ca$h let Chris go and he hits the mat. Rees is relentless.

“LDK” LLOYD REES: Pick him up!! Pick him up!!

Rees grabs the chair again. CRUSH!! A second chair shot folds Casino in half!!

BILL HEWSON: Come on this is enough!!

JACK JONES: Pay attention Bill, this is a lesson you and everyone else should not forget!

ROB MARTINEZ: What lesson is that? How to jump one guy with five?

But it’s not stopping. The Crimes are enjoying this too much. Static, who has a long history with Chris Casino, takes a turn driving away at the blood flowing
from Casino’s forehead. Then it’s The Foundation’s turn. They pick the man up… full nelson from Darko on Casino, leaving the man wide open for Young
to plant a running big boot right into Casino’s head. Chris wavers for a second but collapses. The crowd is booing as LDK and Rex talk trash to the crowd.
Ca$h pulls Casino up, oh no!

The Midas Touch!

BILL HEWSON: Somebody, anybody come out! This is getting worse by the second!

JACK JONES: Who’s going to come out, Hewson? Chris Casino doesn’t have a single friend in NAPW, not even an ally! He’s burned all his bridges! He’s ALL
ALONE against The Crimes… hahaha!

ROB MARTINEZ: I thought you were a fan!

JACK JONES: Until he came up against The Crimes!

Jack Jones, you (BLEEP).

But it doesn’t change the in-ring. Rex Caliber is still just watching, clearly enjoying it. There’s no love-lost between Rex and Casino. Meanwhile, Ca$h
is on the top rope, taunting the crowd. The Foundation each grab Casino by an arm and lift him just off the canvas, pulling his shirt off in the process.
Rees unbuckles his belt and pulls it off.

Casino’s back is wide open.

And LDK raises the heavy leather belt up.

“NO!”

BILL HEWSON: Oh my god!

Suddenly Chris Casino’s wife, Monique, in all her supermodel beauty, is covering over her man. Her make-up is streaked with tears as she holds a hand up,
begging LDK to stop, begging him to give it over. Rees lifts the belt high – Monique shrieks and huddles as the crowd hushes in fear -

ROB MARTINEZ: Not a woman! Even these REBEL fans agree this has gone way too far!

BILL HEWSON: Don’t do it, Rees! Don’t take that step!

Suddenly Rex has a hand on Rees’ shoulder. There’s some sanity to The Crimes! Wait. No. Rex grabs Monique by the HAIR and yanks her away from Chris. He
shifts her around and holds her arms pinned to her side, screaming “WATCH, BITCH!”

Rees raises the belt high.

And brings it down with a sickening crack across Casino’s back.

To his credit, he doesn’t scream. Monique does, tears flowing from her eyes.

She’s forced to watch as Rees brings the belt down across Casino’s back again and again, so hard that blood is flowing from long, angry gashes and welts.
Casino’s face is a mask of sheer agony and pain with every lash. He can’t stop the yells of pain escaping his lips anymore.

He screams.

She screams.

LDK falls over himself whipping Casino faster and faster, a madman attacking. The Foundation pull LDK back. Rex finally releases Monique who covers over
her husband, cradling his bloody face in her hands, her dress cialis wiki staining red from her man’s bloody back. LDK grabs the mic one more time, hatred twisting
his face into a mask.

“LDK” LLOYD REES: Lesson OVER!!

The crowd is near rioting on The Crimes as they leave the ring, leaving Monique to scream for help. EMTs finally come.

What have we just seen?

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JENNY JERSEY: This next match is your Stairway To Hell Match!!!

Huge pop from the sold out crowd!

JENNY JERSEY: In order to win this match, you must climb the ladder and retrieve the coils of barbed wire hanging from the ceiling! Only after you have
pulled down the barbed wire can pinfalls or submissions occur! The winner of this match will be the REBEL Carolinas Champion!!

“Cocky” by Kid Rock hits the speakers!!!

JENNY JERSEY: Coming to the ring first, he hails from Paducah, Kentucky and weighs in at 230 pounds…He is the REBEL Carolinas Champion…”The Show” Chad
Kurtis!!!

Kurtis emerges from the back, the Carolinas Championship slung over his shoulder. He passes by the pair of ladders that have been set up and climbs into
the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent, he hails from Hollywood, Florida and weighs in at 228 pounds…Dio Muerte!!!

“Stardust” by Akforty replaces Kid Rock on the speakers and the former Carolinas Champion steps out from behind the curtain.

ROB MARTINEZ: This is it, the last match these two men will ever have against each other! Not only that, but it’s the only championship that is on the line
at this Supershow!

JACK JONES: Like Ravager would ever defend his title in this place!

Dio Muerte makes is about half way down to the ring when he’s suddenly met by Kurtis who has bailed from the ring! The referee calls for the bell as the
two men brawl on the outside!

BILL HEWSON: It looks like they’re ready to tear each other apart right now! There’s a lot of bad blood between these two young superstars!

Kurtis and Dio are exchanging rights and lefts as the fans lined up along the ring barricades cheer them both on. Dio rakes the faces of Kurtis and then
whips him violently into the closest ring barricade! Dio turns and grabs one of the ladders folding it up so he can carry it to the ring. He doesn’t make
it far though as Chad blasts him from behind with a clubbing blow. Dio drops the ladder on the floor and Chad grabs him by the hair and jeans and rolls
him into the ring. Chad reaches down, picks up the ladder and carries it to the ring. He places it on the ring apron and starts to climb inside when Dio
hits a baseball slide onto the ladder sending back it into the sternum of Kurtis! Dio pulls the ladder into the ring and props it up against a corner before
rolling to the outside. A clothesline from Dio drops Chad to the floor and Muerte heads towards the second ladder. Dio grabs the ladder, folds it up, turns
and hurls it at the rising Chad Kurtis! The ladder smashes off the head and shoulders of “The Show” and fans along ringside duck for cover. Dio, a confident
smile on his face, approaches Kurtis and rolls him into the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: Dio is in firm control of this match but I have a feeling that we’ll see that ladder used for more than climbing!

JACK JONES: Nice observation. Dio already clobbered Kurtis with the ladder a second ago!

BILL HEWSON: Jack settle down. Did you take your pills this morning?

Dio is back into the ring and he pulls Chad up to his feet. Muerte goes to whip Chad into the corner where the ladder is propped up but Kurtis reverses
it! Dio hits the ladder back first and then takes a dropkick to the chest! Dio collapses onto the mat and Chad simply pushes the ladder over onto him.
Chad pulls the ladder off of Dio and sets it up in the center of the ring. Chad starts to climb up the ladder but Dio pulls himself to his feet and he
staggers over to Kurtis. Kurtis takes a shot to the kidneys that stops him cold and Dio yanks him off the ladder! Dio bounces the head of Kurtis off of
the ladder and the REBEL Carolinas Champion drops to his knees. Dio folds up the ladder and drops it on the mat as Kurtis is getting back to his feet.
Dio hooks Kurtis and snap suplexes him onto ladder! Dio rolls out of the ring as Kurtis lays prone on top of the ladder. Dio yanks back the ring skirt
and pulls out his trusty baseball bat! The fans pop big time as Muerte holds the bat high above his head. Inside the ring, Chad has rolled off the ladder
and is holding his back in pain.

ROB MARTINEZ: Dio Muerte going back to what brought him to the dance!

BILL HEWSON: I have the feeling that Dio is going that stick that bat where the sun doesn’t shine Rob!

Dio rolls into the ring and charges at Chad! Kurtis hits a low dropkick to the knee of Dio and the former Carolinas Champion lands chest first across the
ladder! Chad drops a leg across the back of Dios head and then rips the baseball bat out of his hand! Chad waits for Dio to get back to his feet and then
drives the end of the bat into his ribs. Chad wraps the bat around the throat of Dio and nails a side Russian legsweep! Looking confident, Chad gets to
his feet and tosses the bat out of the ring. He then takes the ladder and sets it back up in the middle of the ring as Dio lays on the mat. Chad starts
climbing then suddenly stops. He looks over at Dio and smiles. Kurtis drops off the ladder and rolls to the outside. As Dio is struggling to get back to
his feet, Chad Kurtis has pulled not one but two chairs out from under the ring. Kurtis slides the chairs into the ring and climbs in after them as Dio
is now back up to a vertical base. Dio spots the chairs and rushes Kurtis before he can put them to use. Superkick to the jaw from Kurtis! Dio drops like
a brick and the current Carolinas Champion starts to set up the chairs.

JACK JONES: What the Hell is Kurtis doing?

ROB MARTINEZ: I don’t know but I suspect it’s going to hurt.

Kurtis has the chair set up ten feet away from each other and then he folds up the ladder and places it on the chairs forming a bridge of sorts. Dio is
using the ropes to pull himself up and he takes a stiff right hand that rocks him. Chad tries to whip Muerte off of the ropes but Dio reverses it into
a one man flapjack onto the ladder! The chairs shoot out from under the ladder as it crashes to the mat. The crowd lets out an “ohhhhhhhh” as Kurtis lays
on the mat clutching his ribs. Dio pulls himself up and staggers over to Chad. Dio rolls Kurtis back onto the ladder and then makes his way towards the
nearest turnbuckle. Dio makes his way to the top rope and takes to the air nailing Chad Kurtis with a frog splash! Both men look hurt as the crowd pops
big time for the crazy high risk maneuver. Dio pulls himself up and drags Kurtis to his feet only to through him through the ring ropes to the outside.
Dio turns and pulls the ladder off of the mat and sets it up in the middle of the ring. Dio slowly starts to climb the ladder as on the outside Chad picks
up the second ladder and slides it back into the ring.

BILL HEWSON: These men are beating the Hell out of each other and they haven’t even pulled down the barbed wire from the ceiling yet!

Dio is halfway up the ladder and doesn’t see Kurtis slide into the ring behind him. Kurtis picks up the second ladder and drives it into the ribs of Dio!
Dio falls to the mat and Kurtis places the ladder on top of Muerte. Chad smiles and heads towards the turnbuckle. Best Moonsault Ever onto the ladder!
A “Holy Shit!” chant fills the REBEL Arena as Kurtis rolls off of the ladder holding his mid section.

JACK JONES: Holy Sh…

ROB MARTINEZ: Welcome to REBEL Jack!

BILL HEWSON: What an incredible move by Chad Kurtis! But did he take himself out of the match with that move?

Kurtis lays on the mat trying to regain his breath as Dio lays half under ladder simply looking up at the lights. Slowly Kurtis crawls over to the ladder
and starts to pull himself to his feet. Dio is starting to move as well and he spots Kurtis dragging himself up the ladder. The fans are cheering on Kurtis
as he pulls himself up the ladder rung by rung. Dio makes his way over to the ladder as well and starts to crawl up the ladder opposite Kurtis. Kurtis
reaches the top of the ladder and raises his arm above his head to grab the barbed wire. A punch to the ribs from Dio doubles him over! Dio rams the head
of Kurtis off of the top of the ladder and reaches for the barbed wire himself. Dio has his hand on the barbed wire and is trying to pull it free when
he takes a shot from Kurtis that stuns him. Now both men have their hands wrapped in the barbed wire above their heads, each man trying to pull it free.
Suddenly both men pull down the coil of barbed wire and the fans go crazy! Dio headbutts Kurtis and both men release their grip on the barbed wire. It
drops to the mat as Dio and Kurtis continue to battle at the top of the ladder.

ROB MARTINEZ: They pulled down the barbed wire but it looks like they’re to viagra pills for sale cheap busy trying to kill each other to worry about it!

BILL HEWSON: With the barbed wire pulled down now either man can go for a pin or submission.

JACK JONES: Hey Rob, can you go get me one of those hot dogs?

At the top of the ladder, Chad rakes the face of Dio and then hurls himself over the back of Muerte nailing a sunset flip into a powerbomb off the ladder!
Another drunken “Holy Shit!” chant echoes through the building as Kurtis crawls away from Dio and towards the barbed wire. Kurtis picks up the coils of
barbed wire and hangs them in the corner. Dio uses the ring ropes to pull himself up and he takes a boot to the gut from Kurtis. Kurtis tries to Irish
whip Dio into the barbed wire but it’s reversed and it’s Chad who is sent back first into the corner! Chad doesn’t have time to react to the pain because
Dio slams into him with a running clothesline! Muerte steps away from the corner and Chad drops to his knees and tries to pulls himself free of the barbed
wire. The left arm of Kurtis is slicked with blood and his back is pock marked with tiny holes from the sharp wire. Dio reaches down to pull Kurtis to
his feet but takes a low blow that drops him to his knees! Kurtis takes a strand of barbed wire and starts to rub it across the forehead of Dio! The fans
let out a groan of disgust as blood spills from the ripped open forehead of Dio!

ROB MARTINEZ: Good God! These men are going to end each others careers!

BILL HEWSON: Both of these men want to walk out of this building as the Carolinas Champion and end this feud once and for all!

JACK JONES: Oh Gah! I got blood on me!

Kurtis rolls Dio onto his back for the cover!

One!

Two!

Dio kicks out!

Kurtis gets to his feet and pulls the coils of barbed wire from the corner. Kurtis drops the barbed wire onto the mat and pulls Dio to his feet. Kurtis
pulls Dio into position for his dreaded CK Finale when Muerte reverses it into a backdrop! Dio reaches down and starts to wrap the barbed wire around his
arm. Kurtis is back to his feet and turns to take a barbed wire clothesline from Dio! Dio drops across the body of Kurtis as the referee counts.

One!

Two!

Kurtis kicks out!

Suddenly Chad Kurtis seems to have gotten his second wind as he starts to pummel the gash on Dios head with hard right hands! Kurtis is biting Dio!

BILL HEWSON: Chad Kurtis is laying it all out on the line for this match! I’ve never seen such determination from this kid!

Chad rolls off of Dio and makes his way towards the plunder in the ring. He sets up one of the ladders and also picks up one of the chairs still laying
in the ring. Chad pulls himself halfway up the ladder and watches as Dio makes his way to his feet. Chad jumps off the ladder and cracks the chair across
the skull of Dio! Muerte falls through the ring ropes and to the floor as a horribly bloody Chad Kurtis tries to get to his feet. Chad tosses the chair
aside and climbs to the outside where Dio is laying on the floor. Instead of going after Dio, Kurtis pulls a table out from under the ring getting a huge
“We Want Tables!” chant from the REBEL fans. Kurtis slides the table into the ring and then turns his attention to Dio. Muerte is pulled off the floor
and rolled into the ring and Kurtis climbs in after him. Inside the ring, Kurtis sets up the table, and places the coils of barbed wire on top of it. He
then positions the ladder so that it’s closer to the table and finally he pulls Dio off of the mat, A stiff right hand sends Dio sprawling onto the table
and the barbed wire. Kurtis spits on Muerte and starts to climb up the ladder as the fans in the REBEL Arena come to their feet.

JACK JONES: I dunno what’s gonna happen here but I’m movin’!

ROB MARTINEZ: Chad Kurtis going for it all right here!

Kurtis reaches the top of the ladder and leaps off with a body splash! Dio moves and Chad Kurtis smashes through the table and the barbed wire! Dio is leaning
against the ropes as the referee checks on Kurtis who is buried under the table is wrapped up in barbed wire. Dio shoves the referee aside, pulls Kurtis
out from under the rubble and hits his Demortalizer! Dio drapes an arm across the chest of Chad as the referee counts!

One!

Two!

Three!

ROB MARTINEZ: It’s over! Dio Muerte has won both the match and the REBEL Carolinas Championship!

BILL HEWSON: A brutal match, but both of these men gave the fans everything they had!

JACK JONES: Are those guys even breathing?

As the referee hands a bloody Dio the REBEL Carolinas Title belt, Jenny Jersey makes it official.

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of the match, and new REBEL Carolinas Champion…Dio Muerte!!!

Both men lay on the mat covered in blood. Dio is clutching the Carolinas Title and the fans all rise to give both men a standing ovation.

ROB MARTINEZ: For the second time Dio Muerte has won the title. Now that the war with Kurtis is over, what’s next for Muerte?

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“Bullet With A Name” by NonPoint blasts through the Raleigh County Armory as familiar face Mark Kingston appears through the curtain. But he is not dressed
in his usual white trunks and his robe is no where to be found. This time, he’s wearing some sort of black army type pants with the bottoms tucked into
his solid black wrestling boots. The pants have the word “Kingston” printed in white on the right pant leg as well as a crown in white on the left leg.
And he also wears black vest with a white crown on the back. He clearly plans on returning with this attire at some point. He removes his sunglasses and
bad mouths the crowd a bit. Mark quickly stomps his way up the steps and to the ring and between the ropes as the music cuts off and Jenny Jersey hands
him a microphone. He clears his throat and then starts.

MARK KINGSTON: Ya know…for the past three years or so, I’ve been lying to people about my home, my family, and even my wealth. And you people here have
only seen one night of it. But still, I was lying. And, as you all know, lying is a bad, bad thing. But tonight, and from now on, Mark Kingston doesn’t
lie. Because Mark Kingston is the future REBEL Heavyweight Champion…

The crowd boos, but Mark just smirks and continues on…

MARK KINGSTON: And it might not be from Rex Caliber, it might not be from the next champion, but you can bet your worthless lives that Mark Kingston will
one day rule REBEL Pro Wrestling as it’s Heavyweight Champion! And my journey to the top starts at the next REBEL Pro show, because right now I’m issuing
an open challenge to any and all REBEL competitors out there. And that’s REBEL… not any worthless Eskimos. So now, you’ve seen the first in a long line
of great promos that you all can pay extra to see. Because Kingston means King and King means

me! Now play my damn music!

The crowd erupts into a sea of boos and curse words, but Mark just slides on his shades and continues to the entrance curtain. He turns right before he’s
almost inside the curtain and shows a big middle finger to all the crowd. Then he disappears.

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Tool hits the speakers, and we get a chorus of boos as Sebastian Martyr makes his way to the ring, along with the always faithful Al. B Damned.

BILL HEWSON: This feud got ugly when Martyr tossed Tommy Deathrow off a balcony months ago. Tonight hopefully things get settled once and for all.

JENNY JERSEY: This match is scheduled for one fall, and it is a FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE MATCH!!! Making his way to the ring, accompanied by Al B. Damned. He
weighs in at two hundred and forty pounds. From The Shadows: SEBASTIAN MAR-

JACK JONES: Where the hell did he come from?

Jenny Jersey is knocked aside as Tommy Deathrow runs by him, having entered from the crowd! Deathrow with a fairly ugly plancha over the top rope. But he
hits Martyr and Damned, so who cares if he’s not graceful? The fans pop huge as referee Morgan Smythe calls for the bell. Deathrow lays in with some hard
right hands to the forehead of Martyr, trying to draw blood early. Damned slowly gets up and tries to help his leader, only to get an elbow to the jaw.
Deathrow grabs Damned by the collar, then tosses him face first into the ring post! Damned goes down hard, and the crowd is happy. Deathrow turns around
with a smirk on his face…

JACK JONES: Don’t celebrate yet!

and gets a boot to the gut. Martyr with a quick DDT, and Deathrow gets planted! A cover! Smythe takes a moment to get over … One… Two… Deathrow gets
a shoulder up! Martyr complains that Smythe took too long, but doesn’t waste too much time. He’s checking under the ring for plunder… and pulls out a
garbage can. Martyr stalks Deathrow, who is very slowly getting to his feet. He turns and

CLANG!!

Deathrow is knocked back down. A trickle of blood has started, probably from the DDT on the floor, but the can shot didn’t help.

ROB MARTINEZ: Are these men here tonight representing NAPW, or REBEL Pro? This is already getting out of hand and I love it!

BILL HEWSON: They’re not waiting very long for the bloodshed tonight!

JACK JONES: Really, who likes to wait around on stuff like that?

Martyr walks over to Deathrow and raises the can high for another shot, but Deathrow sees his opening and plants his foot right in Martyr’s junk! Martyr
drops the can and falls to his knees. Deathrow has a sick smile on his face as he hits a running knee to Martyr’s face. And now Deathrow has the garbage
can. he thinks about hitting Martyr with it. The fans cheer for him to do it, but “STD” has different things in mind. He drags Martyr to his feet, then
drops him with a spine buster! Martyr writhes in pain on the floor, and Deathrow has climbed up to the ring apron with the garbage can… Deathrow lines
up where Martyr is laying, then puts the can over his head, and dives off onto his opponent!

JACK JONES: WHAT DOES THAT IDIOT THINK HE’S DOING?

BILL HEWSON: He thinks he’s winning, Jack.

Martyr is in serious pain, the can is flattened, and Deathrow is having trouble getting it off so he can find Martyr and pin him! Finally with the help
of Smythe he gets the can off and covers! One… two… Martyr gets a shoulder up! A few oohs from the fans, but they all know neither man will go down
easy. Deathrow hauls Martyr up and whips him over the guard rail into the crowd!

The fans part like the Red Sea as Deathrow follows him over. Martyr regains his balance just as Deathrow smashes a beer can over Martyr’s head! he grabs
another beer from a fan.. and downs it. He smashes the can over his own head, smiles, then charges Martyr, driving his shoulder into his gut, and both
men tumble to the floor. Deathrow grinds the beer can into the forehead of Martyr, and the crimson is now flowing from both men! The fans are loving every
minute of it! both men get to their feet, Deathrow throws a right hand, Martyr ducks, lands a fist to Deathrow’s kidney (which by all accounts should be
numb after the abuse it’s probably taken) the hits DARK DAZE! Just like that the momentum has turned, and Deathrow crashes face first to the floor! Martyr
goes for a cover! One… Two… Deathrow barely gets a shoulder up! Martyr looks perplexed, thinking he had this won. He drags Deathrow up, and looks around
for a brief second, then sees something useful.

BILL HEWSON: Oh no…

ROB MARTINEZ: Let REBEL reign!

Martyr drags Deathrow towards the concession, then whips him into the counter! Deathrow yells as his spine connects, and Martyr follows up with a Mafia
kick, that sends Deathrow over the counter. Martyr climbs over as concession staff scatter, and the two men trade some shots before Martyr jabs a thumb
into Deathrow’s eye. Deathrow is blinded long enough for Martyr to slap on a full nelson and

CRASH!!

Martyr hits THE PRESTIGE!!

JACK JONES: Hope nobody wanted snacks tonight…

And drives Deathrow’s face first into the popcorn machine. Glass and popcorn is everywhere, Deathrow is bleeding like a stuck pig, and some kids look really
disappointed that they have to find a different snack now. Smythe tries to climb over the counter to make the count, but Martyr waves her off. He drags
Deathrow up, props him up against the pop cooler, and takes a step back, before he charges forward!

CRASH!!! (part 2!)

BILL HEWSON: GOOD LORD WHY??!?!

Glass and pop is everywhere! The fans have a “holy shit” chant going!

And Martyr?

He’s wondering if Tommy meant to move, or just fell.

Either way, both men are down. A sickening pool of blood forms on the floor, and really, it could be from either man. Smythe is not sure what to do, so
she starts to count both men out. This is not a popular decision, but neither man seems to be conscious.

ONE!

Boos.

Two!

More boos. An empty pop bottle misses Smythe by inches.

Three!

Four!

Al B. Damned is finally recovered enough to make his way to the concessions. He races over the counter, and helps Martyr to his feet.

JACK JONES: Al B. Damned making sure the fans are not cheated here! What a great gesture he’s showing!

BILL HEWSON: Please…

ROB MARTINEZ: It’s No disqualification in this match, Damned can help, but Deathrow didn’t sign on for a handicap match!

BILL HEWSON: Tommy’s tag champion partner, JAKE PHOENIX, has been banned from the building tonight lest he and Deathrow lose the tag titles. There is nobody
to help Tommy out against Martyr and his lackey!

JACK JONES: There’s nobody to help Tommy out because he’s a drunk! A bum! A no-talent, run down… yikes! Cover! Why aren’t you guys on top of this stuff?
Martyr is severely dazed, but knows enough to go for a cover. Smythe sighs, and counts the fall.

ONE!

TWO!

THR- DEATHROW GETS A SHOULDER UP!

Maniac and Minion are beside themselves, and the fans are overjoyed! They both lay in with boots to the fallen Superstar. Damned holds onto Deathrow’s legs,
keeping him on the ground, as Martyr grabs the head of Deathrow and grinds his face against the floor and all the broken glass on it! Damned lets his grip
slip for a second, allowing Deathrow to get his boot right under Damned’s jaw! Martyr pauses long enough for Deathrow to jab a few fingers into Martyr’s
windpipe! Martyr stumbles back, choking, and Deathrow wills himself to his feet. He sees Damned first. He grabs the lackey and DDT’s him onto the glass
covered floor! And now he turns to Martyr. Deathrow isn’t smiling now.

Even with his hand down his pants.

He rushes forward and slaps on the SWEATY BALL CLAW! Martyr struggles to get free, but Deathrow has a solid grip… at least at first. The blood makes it
hard to keep hold, so Deathrow lets go, and whips Martyr back over the counter and into the crowd! Martyr hits the floor in a heap. Deathrow climbs onto
the counter, and dives off it, planting an elbow into Martyr’s chest! A cover!

One!

Two!

MARTYR KICKS OUT!

Deathrow glares at Smythe, but doesn’t waste time. He drags Martyr up and drags him back towards the ring (of all places). Back over the guard rail, and
Martyr is on the floor. Deathrow follows, and then starts searching under the ring for something…

Oh boy.

Deathrow has light tubes. About four of them duck taped together. This will not end well. Martyr sees what Deathrow has, and backs off, actually crawling
under the ring. Deathrow grabs Martyr’s legs and pulls him out…

SMACK!!

Martyr wasn’t hiding. Just looking for the chair he saw earlier. Deathrow drops the tubes and falls back onto the guard rail. Martyr drives the end of the
chair into Deathrow’s gut, then tosses him into the ring. Martyr picks up the light tubes, puts them in the ring. He tosses the chair into the ring. Al
B. Damned, who during the mayhem has made his way back to ringside, hands a cloth bag to Martyr, which Martyr takes into the ring. Now the only question
is,

Which weapon to use first?

BILL HEWSON: THIS IS SICKENING!

JACK JONES: Damn right! It’s a falls count anywhere match! What the hell are they doing in the ring?

BILL HEWSON: I meant the assortment of weapons…

JACK JONES: I know you did Bill. Shut up or go home. This won’t end pretty.

Martyr seems to favor the chair. He picks up the steel weapon, and goes over to Deathrow. He raises the chair up and… Deathrow hits a drop toe hold! A
moment of shocked silence for the presence of a wrestling move in this match, but the cheers follow as Martyr is dropped into the ropes, the chair bouncing
back into his face! Martyr is staggered! Al B. Damned is on the ring apron! Deathrow reaches into the cloth bag and pulls out (you guessed it) a handful
of thumb tacks, which get tossed into the face of the deacon! B. Damned goes down, and Deathrow turns to his opponent! Martyr stumbles around and gets
a boot to the gut! Deathrow with the power bomb!

ONTO THE LIGHT TUBES!!!

A HUGE roar from the crowd as Deathrow covers! The fans count along!

ONE!!

TWO!!!

MARTYR GETS HIS SHOULDER UP!!!

JACK JONES: I don’t know how he did it, but thank the good Lord he did!

BILL HEWSON: Um, I think Martyr’s loyalties point eleswhere…

The fans are downright hostile for that outcome! Smythe reassures that yes, it was only two. Deathrow rolls his eyes, then hauls Martyr up, and prepares
for the DEATHROW DRIVER! The fans are on their feet…

And Deathrow is in the air, as Martyr reverses with a back body drop! Deathrow lands on the broken glass and yells in pain as Martyr goes for the tacks
and dumps them onto the chair still in the ring. He drags Deathrow over and prepares to hit THE SACRIFICE! He’s got it hooked! Deathrow struggles. Martyr
lays some punches into the back of Deathrow, and tries to hit it again, Deathrow goes to one knee, then pulls the legs out from under Martyr! Martyr lands
on his back, and Deathrow pounces, jumping on Martyr and laying in with punches! The two men roll around as they hit each other, both bloody and exhausted.
Deathrow gains an advantage, then gets his legs wrapped around Martyr’s head and

TOTAL

NONSTOP

TOMMY

ONTO THE TACK COVERED CHAIR!!!

BILL HEWSON: I’m begging. BEGGING! END THIS MATCH! I DON’T CARE WHO WINS AT THIS POINT!! END IT!!

ROB MARTINEZ: I think the fans are feeling the same way, but this is unbelievable!

The fans aren’t sure whether to cheer or throw up as Martyr’s head hits. But when Deathrow mercifully stops, there is a cheer as he covers.

ONE!!

TWO!!

AL B. DAMNED pulls Deathrow off of Martyr! He goes to punch Deathrow! Deathrow ducks! Catches him with a neck breaker! Martyr pounces on the distracted
Tommy, setting up for the Sacrifice once more! Deathrow fights out, boots Martyr in the gut and sets it up!

DEATHROW DRIVER!

Martyr is down and the Superstar covers!

ONE!!

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TWO!!

THREE!!

BILL HEWSON: (sighing) Thank goodness…

JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner! SUPERSTAR TOMMY DEATH-

For the second time this match, Jenny is pushed aside. Al B. Damned is up, and he has a chair. He lays into Deathrow’s already bloody back.

BILL HEWSON: Come on! The match is over!

JACK JONES: I don’t think the war is. Martyr’s shirt was white when the match began. You wouldn’t know that now. You really think everyone would just walk
away after this fight?

Martyr, his eyes glazed over, rolls onto his side, then tries to pull himself up with the ropes. Damned keeps up the chair assault, but Deathrow won’t die!
He gets to his knees, but gets a kick in the ribs from Martyr, who is now up. Dead on his feet, but up. And angry. He takes the chair from Damned and crashes
it down on the head of Deathrow. Damned pulls the duct tape out, and gets ready to bind the hands of the Superstar…

“Nottingham Lace” hits the speakers. A moment of confusion for the fans, but those familiar with NAPW know the man racing to the ring…

JACK JONES: No. It couldn’t be…

BILL HEWSON: I THINK IT IS!!!

SICK

BILLY

KRYENIK!!

RALEIGH EXPLODES!!

Kryenik hits the ring! Martyr heads for the outside and Damned just misses getting clotheslined before he bails as well! Kryenik angrily eyes the men at
ringside, before turning to his friend on the mat. Deathrow looks up, and even through the blood, recognizes the man who came to help. And the chant from
the crowd makes the recognition easier…

DOOMRIDERS!

DOOMRIDERS!

DOOMRIDERS!

Kryenik extends his hand to help Deathrow up. A huge pop as Deathrow takes the hand. Kryenik hauls Deathrow up!

BILL HEWSON: What a moment! Not just for the NAPW, but for Tag Team Wrestling! The most dominant team in years is back…

And then Kryenik plants a boot to Tommy’s gut.

BILL HEWSON: What the fu-

JACK JONES: Language, Hewson!

KRYENIK WITH THE DRY LAKE! DEATHROW IS DRIVEN INTO THE BROKEN LIGHT TUBES!!

BILL HEWSON: NO!!

The fans are stunned silent. cialis daily dosage But the silence doesn’t last as Damned and Martyr get back in the ring. The three men nod at each other, then lay into Deathrow
with vicious kicks! Garbage flies as the fans toss whatever they have at the trio in the ring. Disgusted with the betrayal they just saw. Even more disgusted
as Kryenik smiles at Martyr, who is setting up Deathrow over the tack covered chair…

SACRIFICE

Deathrow is down. The fans are enraged. And Sick Billy Kryenik?

He leaves with Sebastian Martyr and Al B. Damned.

Son of a bitch…

JACK JONES: Call me sentimental. But I love a happy ending…

BILL HEWSON: Not now Jack… can we get a word with Billy Kryenik? Somebody get him backstage! What the hell — I never thought Kryenik would return tonight…
but I REALLY never thought … Kryenik turning on Deathrow? But why?

The fans want to know the same. The looks on their faces and open mouths tell the storys. “”Why?” For Tommy Deathrow, why comes later. Right now… is unconsciousness.
But when he wakes up…

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What a night it’s been, but things have come to a head, and both Frank Warburton and Jenny Jersey are in the ring, with REBEL referee Dale McDonald at
the ready.

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen the following match is the MAIN EVENT!

FRANK WARBURTON: The EIGHT MAN INTER-PROMOTIONAL ELIMINATION MATCH!

Cheer!

FRANK WARBURTON: This match will be contended under REBEL rules, and will be officiated by REBEL Head Referee, Dale McDonald.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first…

“AAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRIBAAAAAAAAAAA!”

The crowd POPS as FREDRICK EGLASIES ARMAND-ROMANO, the man called FEAR, emerges from the curtain and takes a bow. Smiling, he makes his way down to the
ring, carrying a sack over his shoulder.

ROB MARTINEZ: A great ovation tonight for FEAR, who’s been making waves since his REBEL debut. I also can’t help but notice that bag over his shoulder…
JACK JONES: Yeah, what’s up with that? Did he pack a lunch?

ROB MARTINEZ: I would want to eat whatever he’s bringing with him to the ring, Jack.

FEAR steps into the ring, takes another bow, and stows his bag in his corner, as “Bang Bang to the Rock N’ Roll” hits the speakers. Another huge pop as
“DYNAMITE” STONE ZELLOR dances out from behind the curtain, and starts glad-handing the fans all the way down to the ring.

BILL HEWSON: One of the three most controversial members of this team tonight. Stone Zellor, as half of the Midnight Cowboys, was partly responsible for
the breakup of The New and Improved D-X.

ROB MARTINEZ: Very true, Bill. Tonight we’ll see if Stylin’ Kyle Roberts can let bygones be bygones for the chance to win here tonight.

Stone climbs up to the ring apron, turns to look over the crowd, and shouts “I got SKILLZ…” and the crowd sings along with him, “BITCH!” Another cheer
and he steps into the ring, and offers a high five to FEAR. FEAR glances around, shrugs, and doesn’t leave Stone hanging. Another pop!

ROB MARTINES: The crowd is really hot tonight!

JACK JONES: Well, let’s hope they have as warm a reception for the REBEL Heavyweight Champ, and NAPW Owner, Rex Caliber. He’s twice the man these two are
combined.

BILL HEWSON: He’s… wait, what?

As Stone and FEAR exchange pleasantries, “I Am The Man” by the Philosopher Kings hits the speakers. STYLIN’ KYLE ROBERTS, accompanied by BOBBY O’BRADY,
emerges from the curtains… to a pop that actually seems to catch both men off guard. Roberts and O’Brady exchange a glance, then make their way to the
ring.

JACK JONES: Look at how far Stylin’ Kyle Roberts has fallen since leaving the NAPW. Hanging out with Bobby O’Brady?

BILL HEWSON: I thought you liked Roberts, Jones?

JACK JONES: I did when he was, you know, good.

ROB MARTINEZ: Well I, for one, think Stylin’ Kyle Roberts has taken great strides since entering singles competition in REBEL. Hell, he should probably
be the current REBEL Heavyweight Champ.

JACK JONES: But he’s not. You know why? Because he will always be number two to Rex Caliber’s number one.

Kyle tentatively steps into the ring, but keeps his distance from Stone Zellor. Stone, to his credit, offers a high five… but Kyle smirks and DOES leave
him hanging. That merits a bit of heat for SKR. At ringside, O’Brady grimly crosses his arms and looks on.

Four cellos.

And the roof is BLOWN off the building.

BILL HEWSON: Here he is! The NAPW Champion is in the house, and this crowd is on fire!

ROB MARTINEZ: I’ll admit it, Bill, I truly hope that Ravager kicks the ever-loving crap out of our REBEL Heavyweight Champion.

JACK JONES: What the hell is wrong with you people?

Ravager steps out of the curtain, the NAPW strap around his waist, and looks down into the ring at the motley crew that’s been assembled to take on the
Crimes. He… well… looks a little worried. But Ravager is used to being on the short end of the stick. He makes his way to the ring, amidst the cheers,
and slides in. Stone Zellor and Ravager exchange a nod, and Ravager offers a handshake to FEAR. Ravager doesn’t even LOOK at Roberts.

JACK JONES: Well, that’s great teamwork right there.

BILL HEWSON: These two have a lot of bad blood between them from the NAPW days.

JACK JONES: And they have to put it aside tonight if they expect to at all have a chance against their opponents. The Crimes are all going to be on the
same page, Hewson. This team is not.

JENNY JERSEY: Weighing in at a total combined weight of EIGHT HUNDRED and SIXTY THREE pounds, and being accompanied tonight by “The Irish Adonis” Bobby
O’Brady… FEAR!

CHEER!

JENNY JERSEY: “Dynamite” Stone Zellor!

CHEER!

JENNY JERSEY: Stylin’ Kyle Roberts!

Cheer!

JENNY JERSEY: And RAVAGER!

CHEEEEEEEER!

ROB MARTINEZ: Wow!

FRANK WARBURTON: And their opponents…

“Here Comes the Champ”

Someone turn up the AC, because this crowd is turning up the heat! Boos replace cheers as The Foundation, PRINCE DARKO and THOMAS YOUNG, NAPW Provincial
Champion CA$H, manager STATIC… and REBEL Heavyweight Champion and NAPW Owner, REX CALIBER all emerge from the curtain and stand at the entry way. The
New Crimes all smirk and glare down into the ring, where their combined competition all glare back.

And they RUSH the ring!

Frank Warburton and Jenny Jersey both bail from the ring and the crowd goes WILD! Ca$h is exchanging shots with Stylin’ Kyle Roberts! Prince Darko is clashing
with FEAR! Thomas Young and Ravager are going blow for blow! Rex Caliber and Stone Zellor are striking each other! O’Brady, at ringsider, warns Static
to keep out of the ring, and Static just rudely tells him about his Voodoo, and what O’Brady can do to it. Dale McDonald calls for the bell!

There’s utter chaos. McDonald is trying to get some kind of control here, but it’s a losing battle. FEAR and Ravager manage to whip The Foundation into
one another by the ropes. Young and Darko collide and stagger into the ropes, where FEAR hits a HUGE running Dropkick, ejecting them to ringside to a huge
cheer! Kyle Roberts, with a handful of Ca$h’s hair, sends the Provincial Champion over the top rope as well, where he lands in a heap near Static…

And suddenly Rex Caliber is all alone in the ring and the fever pitch of the crowd increases ten-fold. Ravager, Stylin’ Kyle and FEAR all stand behind funny viagra pictures him
as he throws shots at Stone Zellor in the corner. Rex’s punches suddenly slow… and then stop… and he slowly turns around to see the three men all eyeing
him with hunger and hatred in their faces. The crowd is going BUGNUT! This, THIS is the moment they’ve been waiting for. To see Rex Caliber FINALLY get
his just deserts. To see Rex Caliber FINALLY get the shit kicked out of him! To see Rex Caliber FINALLY defeated!

But it isn’t happening quite yet.

Static pulls Rex out of the ring to a chorus of boos, just as the three men all move to attack. O’Brady cries foul while Ravager and Roberts both hang over
the rope, calling Rex a coward and demanding he return to take his bumps, but he just waves them off and regroups with the other Crimes. Ravager and FEAR
both join Stone in their corner, Roberts insisting that he get to start things off, while the Crimes take their position opposite, with Ca$h stepping into
the ring. Ca$h and Stylin’ Kyle Roberts both begin circling one another, and lock up collar and elbow. They begin struggling against one another, and it’s
Stylin’ Kyle’s twenty pound advantage that wins the day. He throws down Ca$h, and starts trying to catch at his legs, but Ca$h kicks away and grabs the
ropes. Roberts backs off long enough for Ca$h to pulls himself up, but suddenly locks up from behind and unloads a Release German Suplex that sends Ca$h
crashing into the ring headfirst. The crowd erupts and Roberts scrambles up and pursues but Ca$h manages to get to his feet and leaps into his corner,
tagging in Thomas Young. Young crashes the ring with a running Big Boot that misses Kyle by a significant margin. Kyle, in turn, watches Young soar by
then unloads a Polar-izer that plants the Foundation member near the ropes. The crowd again cheers and Kyle reaches over to tag in FEAR, who’s hand has
been extended since Young stepped into the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: Last week, FEAR got attacked by the Foundation after his match with Chad Kurtis. Tonight, I think he’s looking for a little revenge.

FEAR doesn’t give Thomas Young any time to get to his feet. The crowd continues to cheer as he lands a Running Senton Splash on Young, and covers up. Dale
McDonald hits a one count when Prince Darko crashes the ring for the save, breaking up the pin. McDonald orders Darko back to the Crimes’ corner while
FEAR pulls Young back to his feet, whips him into the ropes, and hits a big Monkey Flip that sends Thomas Young bouncing across the ring. Young, clutching
at his spine, makes a desperate tag out to Rex Caliber. Rex steps into the ring to a chorus of boos, and suddenly everyone in the other corner is calling
for a tag!

BILL HEWSON: Looks like Rex is the popular man to beat tonight. But with the enemies he’s been making…

JACK JONES: HE’S been making? Excuse me? These men have all wrong MR. CALIBER, Bill Hewson. They deserve anything that comes to them tonight, or any night.
ROB MATINEZ: MISTER Caliber?

Mr. Caliber gets only about three steps toward Armand-Romano before FEAR throws out his hand and tags in…

BILL HEWSON: RAVAGER!

The crowd EXPLODES! Ravager hits the ring running… but not fast enough. Rex Caliber tags back out to Prince Darko and scrambles out of the ring. Darko
steps into the ring while Ravager glares a hole into Rex. The crowd starts chanting “Chicken Shit! Chicken Shit!”

JACK JONES: Chicken nothing! Rex Caliber is a RING GENERAL, and he’s just picking his spots! No good to overexert himself so soon with an intense opponent
like Ravager.

ROB MARTINEZ: I’ll agree that that’s a sound plan, but I suspect that Rex Caliber just doesn’t want to let Ravager near him.

JACK JONES: And can you blame him? Ravager’s out of control!

Muttering something about always having to go through the lackeys, Ravager starts unleashing his lethal chops into Prince Darko’s chest. Darko winces with
each blow, staggering back toward the Crimes corner, but all three men there lean away from him, refusing to accept a tag in.

BILL HEWSON: Looks like no one envies Prince Darko being on the receiving end of those chops.

ROB MARTINEZ: Strange that Thomas Young isn’t too keen on making the save on his tag team partner…

Darko yelps as Ravager unloads knife edge chop after knife edge chop. Finally, after six or so chops, Prince Darko manages to block one, and throws a punch…
but Ravager blocks it, locking up the arm! Darko throws another with his free arm, but the NAPW Champion catches that one too… HEADBUTT! Darko would
reel, but Ravager has him tight… HEADBUTT! Darko sags, head rolling… HEADBUTT! Ravager then hauls Darko over in a Belly to Belly suplex that plants
him in the ring near the friendly corner, stalks over, and tags in “Dynamite” Stone Zellor to another huge pop!

BILL HEWSON: Dy-no-mite in the hizzy house, dawg!

JACK JONES: MY EYES!

ROB MARTINEZ: DON’T EVER SAY THOSE WORDS AGAIN!

Stone starts out by dancing on the downed Prince – and by dancing, we mean kicking. Darko tries to scramble away toward the ropes, but Stone follows him,
takes a handful of afro, and pulls Darko to his feet… Knee Lift… Clothesline! And a cover! One! Two! Young and Ca$h both make to rush the ring, but
Darko kicks out before three. Dale McDonald turns to Ca$h and Thomas Young, shouting at them to stay in their corner. Meanwhile Stone goes to pull Darko
back up… LOWBLOW!

JACK JONES: No! Don’t do it!

And Prince Darko HOWLS in pain! The crowd starts chanting “BALLS OF STEEL! BALLS OF STEEL!” And Stone, with a smirk, SLAPS THE TASTE OUT OF DARKO’S MOUTH!
Prince Darko reels just as McDonald turns back to the action, and Stone goes to press his advantage, but Darko manages to fall into his corner and throws
a tag out to the REBEL Heavyweight Champion! Again the crowd goes into a booing frenzy as Rex rushes the ring… but Stone puts out both hands and shouts
“WHOA!” Rex stops dead.

ROB MARTINEZ: What’s this about?

Stone takes a step back, spins in place… moonwalk… handstand…

ROB MARTINEZ: Is that the ROBOT?

Indeed it is! Stone finishes up his routine, and flashes a grin at Rex Caliber. Rex is stunned and the crowd starts chanting “Dance! Dance! Dance! Dance!”
The other Crimes all shout at the crowd to shut up, but the REBEL Heavyweight Champion shoots them a glance, shrugs, and falls into a… a…

BILL HEWSON: Rex Caliber with a Box-Step?

Ta-Da!

Stone shakes his head sadly and smirks, and gets ready to unleash his dreaded and unstoppable headspins… when he catches sight of Ravager. Ravager has
his hand extended eagerly – practically shaking with excitement. “I want to dance!”

JACK JONES: Where is Ravager and what has that man done to him!?

BILL HEWSON: I… I admit that’s very out of character for the NAPW Champion.

Stone glances to Rex, who seems amused, and shrugs, tagging in Ravager to a HUGE ovation. Ravager steps into the ring, and Rex gestures to him to dance.
The NAPW Champion clears his throat, starts doing a few simple tap steps…

Then rears back and KICKS REX RIGHT BETWEEN THE UPRIGHTS!

THE CROWD ASPLODE!

BILL HEWSON: Oh, I guess that actually IS Ravager.

JACK JONES: DISQUALIFY! DISQUALIFY!

ROB MARTINEZ: I’ll remind you, Jack, that we’re under REBEL rules in this match. That means NO DQ!

Rex HOWLS in agony, clutching his little planetoids, and Static starts throwing a fit at ringside. Ravager hooks up… Northern Lights Suplex! With a pin!
One! Only one. The REBEL Champion tries to stagger away, but Ravager kicks him in the back, hooks a leg… The Garotte locked in! But Static basically
hands Caliber the ropes, and McDonald calls for the break. Ravager decides to let go at the four count, when it looks like the Foundation is going to crash
the ring. Ravager stands, pulls up Rex… and suddenly gets tagged on the back by Stylin’ Kyle Roberts!

JACK JONES: Teamwork!

Ravager SWEARS, and if looks could kill, Stylin’ Kyle would just have turned to dust! Roberts barely gives Ravager a glance as he steps into the ring, and
takes hold of Rex Caliber, hauls him up… Moose Jaw Driver! And a cover! One! Two! STATIC! The rabid manager YANKS Kyle Roberts right out of the ring,
and winds up for a cheap shot, only to have his arm caught by Bobby O’Brady! Static unleashes a barrage of verbal abuse that could curdle milk, and O’Brady
shoves him roughly aside as Roberts rolls back into the ring. But Rex Caliber has already made good his escape, tagging out to Ca$h who steps into the
ring again opposite Stylin’ Kyle Roberts. Ca$h manages to catch Roberts getting up, hooking up from behind, and hitting a German Suplex! He rolls through…
German Suplex! Rolls through again! GERMAN SUPLEX! And a pin! One! Stylin’ Kyle kicks out. Ca$h, smirking, catches a leg and starts applying the Figure
Four Leg Lock… but Kyle reaches out and manages to tag in Stone Zellor! Ca$h is oblivious as Stone climbs to the top rope from his corner… MISSILE
DROPKICK! Right in the spine! Ca$h spills forward, releasing Roberts who rolls out of the ring. Dynamite and Ca$h both scramble to their feet as fast as
they can, but Stone’s half a step faster! PIMP SLAP!

“You got bitch slapped!” Clap, clap, clap clap clap!

SLAMMMMMMMY TIME!

One!

Two!

THREE!

JENNY JERSEY: Ca$h has been ELIMINATED!

BILL HEWSON: Stone Zellor just pinned the Provincial Champion clean in the ring! Ca$h, the much vaunted “Crown Jewel” of the Crimes… he’s the first elimination!
JACK JONES: I don’t know, Bill Hewson! I think some shenanigans were at work there…

The crowd is still cheering wildly for Stone Zellor as Ca$h rolls out of the ring, looking stunned. Stone, watching him go, waves good-bye, then turns as
Rex Caliber steps back into the ring, looking grim.

ROB MARTINEZ: Looks like the REBEL Heavyweight Champion is ready to start taking this match more seriously.

Stone turns to face Rex Caliber and the two start circling one another. Rex reaches in to lock up with his opponent, but Stone dances aside, and sweeps
Caliber’s legs out from under him. Rex crashes to the mat, and Stone lands a mean looking Guillotine Leg Drop on the NAPW Owner, then covers! One! Only
one. Rex scrambles to his feet, only to be leveled by a Discus Punch! The Foundation, in the Crimes’ corner both cringe. Ravager and Roberts both start
calling for the tag again, but Stone shakes his head and shouts “This one’s for my Bro!” With another stomp on Rex for good measure, Stone springs up a
neutral ringpost as calls for the Diving Headbutt!

And gets pushed off the top ropes, crashing as far as the guardrail at ringside.

BILL HEWSON: What the hell… KEVIN KODIAK!?

The British Columbian lumberjack hops off the apron, as the crowd viciously boos him, takes hold of Stone by the head and rolls him back into the ring.
Before Bobby O’Brady can catch him, Kodiak hurries over toward the Crimes end of things. Dale McDonald shouts down at Kodiak, trying to regain some control
of this situation.

JACK JONES: What can I say? Kodiak is willing to work for the winning team!

Well that took the wind out of Stone Zellor’s sails. In fact, he looks like he may have been hurt by the plunge to ringside. While Dale McDonald is still
shouting at Kodiak, Stone pulls himself to his feet… but the REBEL Heavyweight Champ is there to pick the bones.

PLANETARY COLLISION!

McDonald turns at the sound of the impact as Rex Caliber pins. One! Two! And Caliber has his feet on the ropes for leverage! Three!

FRANK WARBURTON: “Dynamite” Stone Zellor has been ELIMINATED!

ROB MARTINEZ: And cheating, as usual, par for the course for our REBEL Champion.

JACK JONES: You said yourself, Martinez! No DQ! Rex Caliber can do whatever he needs to win!

The crowd boos Rex as he waves Stone Zellor goodbye. Stone shoots a baleful glare at Kodiak on his way to the back, while Ravager steps into the ring. The
booing continues, though, as Rex again tags out to Thomas Young. Ravager glowers as FEAR starts calling for an immediate tag, and the NAPW Champ obliges.
FEAR leaps into the ring to a pop, and Thomas Young motions for him to “Bring it.” FEAR hits the ropes to get some momentum, rebounds and Dropkicks at
Young… but Young catches him by the legs in a Wheelbarrow position… Fredrick flips out, catching Young by the head… BULLDOG! Thomas Young scrambles
away, clutching at his head, but FEAR is right on his tail. He grabs Young by the head and pulls him to his feet… and suddenly Static is up on the apron,
shouting at Dale McDonald! McDonald orders Static to get down… not watching Kevin Kodiak slide back into the ring. Bobby O’Brady goes to intercept him,
only to have the referee catch HIM, and start fighting him away from the ring! The crowd boos as Kodiak takes up a three-point stance, FEAR totally oblivious…
ROB MARTINEZ: Out of the crowd!

BILL HEWSON: LINK VAN HAGGARD!?

FEAR releases Thomas Young as Van Haggard hits the ring, looking perplexed and watches as he LAYS into Kodiak with a clothesline that sends them both crashing
to ringside. O’Brady backs off, letting Dale McDonald turn around… THOMAS YOUNG WITH THE ROLL UP!

One!

Two!

Thrkickout!

ROB MARTINEZ: Near fall!

FEAR angrily scrambles to his feet as Thomas Young dives into the corner, tagging in Prince Darko. Meanwhile, Van Haggard has been HAMMERING away at Kodiak,
fists flying. Kodiak decides to make good a retreat, and both men go battling into the back.

BILL HEWSON: Good riddance to bad lumberjacks, I say.

Darko catches FEAR off guard with a Running DDT, kips up, hits the ropes… JUST PERFECTION! And a cover! One! Two! Foot on the ropes! Thanks Bobby O’Brady!
Yes, the good guys are allowed to cheat too and the fans love it. Darko angrily pulls Armand-Romano up and starts locking up for the Zamunda Choke… only
to be given a Cutter for his trouble! Darko reels back, and FEAR hits the ropes… Handstand… Elbow! Darko collapses with a crash. FEAR, leaning on the
ropes and grinning, motions for Stylin’ Kyle Roberts to throw him his mystery bag!

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh no!

Roberts tosses him the bag… but before he can turn to open it, Static catches hold of the end of it! FEAR and Static start struggling over the sack to
a chorus of boos, while Prince Darko crawls to his corner and tags back in Thomas Young. Young helps Darko to his feet. FEAR angrily manages to pull the
bag away from Static… but is suddenly in a Full Nelson hold! Prince Darko and FEAR struggle… Darko turns FEAR around…

GAME!

OVER!

Darko slides out of the ring and Young with a pin!

One!

Two!

THREE!

FRANK WARBURTON: FEAR has been ELIMINATED!

ROB MARTINEZ: Damn that Static!

BILL HEWSON: His interference did just get FEAR eliminated.

ROB MARTINEZ: That too, but I wanted to know what was in that bag this week, and now I’ll never find out…

The crowd is really dejected by this. There’s hardly any booing even as FEAR leaves with his sack, looking terribly disappointed. The guys in the front
row all give him a pat on the back…

ROB MARTINEZ: No one seems to happy about how that went down. I can’t say I blame them. Ravager, now, getting back into the ring against Thomas Young. And
it’s suddenly essentially a four-on-two match.

JACK JONES: I like those odds!

Thomas Young and Ravager lock up. Ravager tries to get some leverage, but Young powers through, turning Ravager around and nailing a Neckbreaker on the
NAPW Champion. Ravager clutches at his neck and starts getting to his feet, only to have Young lock up from behind… Follow Through! Ravager bounces all
the way to the far ropes, and Thomas Young gives him a solid kick in the ribs for good measure, before reaching over and tagging back in his Foundation
partner. Darko orders Young to get Ravager set up on the top rope… which earns him a surprising glare from his partner. Young, however, sets Ravager
up as Darko his the far ropes… PHASE 2! Young vacates the ring as Darko goes for the pin on the NAPW Champion! One! Only one, as Ravager gets his foot
on the ropes. Darko, unperturbed, rolls Ravager over and applies… the ZAMUNDA CHOKE! Ravager cries out, clutching at his face and tries to reach the
nearby ropes again… but Static, cackling madly, pulls them away! Stylin’ Kyle Roberts watches grimly as Darko pulls back on the hold, Static shouting
at him to “Tap! Suck my voodoo and TAP!” Rex Caliber watches intently, grinning ear-to-ear. Ravager, however, is refusing. He starts trying to crawl forward,
but Darko just won’t let him…

For a moment, it looks like Ravager will tap.

Then Bobby O’Brady sends Static scurrying away from the ropes and Ravager manages to catch hold of them! Prince Darko breaks the hold and STOMPS on Ravager’s
spine! Darko then reaches out and tags Thomas Young on the shoulder, shouting “Finish him off!” Young again glares at Darko, but steps into the ring, and
lays down a stomp of his own on Ravager, who’s trying to pull himself up on the ropes. Young roughly hauls up the NAPW Champion, and sets him up for the
Dead End! Ravager goes up… and punches Young in the head! The crowd cheers for the first time since FEAR was eliminated! Young staggers, Ravager punches
him again! Another cheer! Young’s knees are shaking! Ravager rears back again…

DEAD END!

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh Momma NO!

Ravager goes SPLAT in the ring, and Rex Caliber applauds, and – at long last – calls for the tag.

BILL HEWSON: That cowardly…

JACK JONES: Watch your tongue Hewson! That’s the guy who signs your paychecks!

The crowd is chanting “REX SUCKS! REX SUCKS! REX SUCKS!” as Thomas Young gives the tag to the REBEL Champion who gingerly steps into the ring with a wide,
manic grin on his face. Ravager is desperately trying to get to his feet, and Rex grabs a handful of hair and shouts into the NAPW Champion’s face. “You
think you’ve felt pain, Bob? I’m about to break you! You hear me, Bob? BREAK YOU!” As the crowd’s boos grow to a deafening level, Rex Caliber, the REBEL
Heavyweight Champion, the owner of the NAPW, pulls Ravager roughly up, levels a STIFF straight punch into his head, and whips him HARD into a neutral corner.
Ravager collapses, spent, a small trickle of blood on his forehead where that punch busted him open. Rex stalks over, and pulls Ravager up, then sets him
up on the top rope.

JACK JONES: It’s time for the Total Annihilation, boys!

Rex points at Roberts, shouting “You’re next!” goes to hook up with Ravager…

And gets kicked right in the face!

Caliber staggers back, bell rung, and crashes to the ring to a HUGE pop from the crowd! Ravager, with whatever is left of his power, rises to his feet…
DIVING HEADBUTT!

BAM!

Both men are down in the ring! Young and Darko are shouting at Rex to get back to safety, while Roberts hangs as far as he can over the ropes, hand outstretched
for Ravager. Ravager starts crawling desperately for his corner, and so does Rex Caliber… but Rex is closer, and tags out to Thomas Young! Young hits
the ring…

HOT TAG!

Stylin’ Kyle Roberts collides with Thomas Young like a freight train, sending the Foundation powerhouse head over heels with a solid clothesline! He meets
Darko, who crashes the ring, with a toe kick, spins him around, and it’s Release German Suplex time, baby! Rex is back on his feet, but Roberts sends him
over the ropes with another clothesline! Darko rolls out of the ring. Young staggers up… POLAR-IZER! Roberts rises… and STATIC is in the ring, with
a STEEL CHAIR, baby! Dale McDonald shouts at him…

And JEFF JAMES is suddenly in the ring, with a dropkick that sends Static’s chair flying into his own face! Static spills over the ropes, dropping the chair,
with James in hot pursuit!

ROB MARTINEZ: What the hell is going on here!?

JACK JONES: Things are getting out of… heads up!

James throws Static down over the Announce Table, canadian pharmacy codeine sending Jones, Hewson and Martinez all scrambling for safety. He then rushes back over and hops up to
the ring apron.

SHOOTING STAR LEGDROP!

“HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!”

More like, HOLY HELL! The announce table explodes, and both men lie in a heap amidst the shattered wood. In the ring, meanwhile, Thomas Young has pulled
himself to his feet, and ducks a wild chairshot from Stylin’ Kyle Roberts. He dives toward his corner to tag in Darko who jumps away. Young’s eyes bug
out and he angrily shouts at his partner, but Darko points at the chair and yells back “You crazy!?” Young rolls away from another wild swing from Roberts.
Young scrambles to his feet and bull rushes Roberts, going low, but Roberts ditches the chair, catches him… Tilt-a-Whirl Backbreaker! Roberts reaches
down to pluck up Young… and now it’s Ravager tagging himself in. Roberts mutters, but vacates the ring as Young slowly pulls himself up…

LAST RESORT!

One!

Two!

THREE!

JENNY JERSEY: Thomas Young has been ELIMINATED!

Rex Caliber, at ringside, is spitting mad. Young rolls out of the ring and Caliber orders Darko to “Get in there in finish the job!” Darko glares at Young
as he walks past, then slides into the ring. Ravager, looking a little worse for wear, grimly motions for him to bring it on. Darko rushes Ravager, who
reverses it into a whip into the corner. The NAPW Champion follows up with a thunderous lariat in the corner, and Darko sags into Ravager’s arms. The Champ
hauls him, steps to the second turnbuckle…

INSTANT KARMA!

One!

Two!

THREE!

JENNY JERSEY: Prince Darko has been ELIMINATED!

The crowd is at a FEVER PITCH! The sound is thunderous! Rex Caliber is red-faced, pounding on the ring apron, frothing at the mouth! Ca$h is gone! The Foundation,
eliminated! Kodiak is nowhere to be seen! Static is still unmoving in the remains of the announce table! Where are LDK and John Salty? Where’s Terry Brandon?
Rex Caliber, for the first time in a long time, doesn’t seem to have any friends around to save his ass.

So he runs away.

“REX SUCKS! REX SUCKS! REX SUCKS!”

And that turns into a cheer when Rex runs into Bobby O’Brady half-way to the curtains. O’Brady grabs Rex by the head and unloads a big Irish Headbutt into
his skull with a loud thud and a HUGE cheer from the crowd! Rex reels and O’Brady grabs him by the scruff of the neck and drives him back toward the ring.
He rolls Rex inside, and AGAIN the crowds cheering reaches a fever pitch as Caliber rises to his feet, clutching his head, hands scrambling for the ropes…
With both Ravager and Stylin’ Kyle Roberts standing in the ring behind him. They advance…

And Rex Caliber turns with the steel chair that Roberts dropped.

CLANG!

Ravager goes down!

CLANG!

Stylin’ Kyle Roberts goes down!

Rex starts laughing maniacally as the crowd again starts their new favorite chant “REX SUCKS! REX SUCKS! REX SUCKS!” He unloads a second chairshot on each
of his prone opponents. Kyle rolls out of the ring clutching at his head, and O’Brady rushes over to help him up. Rex also rolls out of the ring opposite
him, and retrieves a second chair from near the ruined Announce Table. The REBEL Heavyweight Champion then slides back into the ring, and sets the first
chair up on the mat, then drags Ravager over top of it. “This is your HERO!?” He shouts.

“YES!”

Rex’s smiles grows, and that manic light is back in his eyes. He raises the second chair high over his head…

DING!

That was the ringbell. And it just careened off of Rex Caliber’s skull.

Thanks Stylin’ Kyle Roberts. Roberts drags Ravager to his corner, grabs the tag rope, and tags himself in with a triumphant look on his face. He then charges
over to where Rex Caliber, bleeding from the back of his head now, is scrambling to get away…

But there’s nowhere to run.

SKR grabs his legs and turns him over. BEARTAMER.

Rex Caliber SCREAMS in agony, arms flailing towards the ropes, but this time Bobby O’Brady is there, and he’s pulling the ropes JUUUUUST out of Rex Caliber’s
reach, with a smirk on his face. Rex clutches at his face, at his head, bites his knuckles.

Seconds tick onward. The crowd begins chanting!

“PLEASE TAP OUT! PLEASE TAP OUT!”

Roberts CRANKS BACK on that hold, shouting “TAP! TAP!”

And suddenly Ravager is there, right in Rex Caliber’s face, looking into his eyes. Rex and Ravager bore holes in each others eyes.

And Rex Caliber taps out.

JENNY JERSEY: Rex Caliber has been ELIMINATED!

FRANK WARBURTON: Ladies and gentlemen, here are your winners! STYLIN’ KYLE ROBERTS and RAAAAVAAAGERRRRR!

THE ROOF IS BLOWN OFF THE BUILDING!

ROB MARTINEZ: … are we back on finally?

BILL HEWSON: What a finish! What a match! I’ve never, NEVER seen anything like it! Stylin’ Kyle Roberts and Ravager, working on the same page, WINNING THIS
MATCH!

JACK JONES: I’m speechless.

ROB MARTINEZ: It looks like The Crimes aren’t invincible after all, and tonight, they’ve suffered a MAJOR defeat, I’d say! But can Kyle Roberts make Rex
tap out when it counts!? Will he walk away at the next time with the Heavyweight Title?

BILL HEWSON: And what about Ravager? Will he be punished for this victory? Just how much worse can Rex Caliber get as the owner of the NAPW?

JACK JONES: One thing’s for certain, boys. You mess with boss… you pay the price. You end up like Bruce Richards. Unemployed.

Be that as it may, for the first time in a long time, the good guys win. Ravager and Roberts both stand in the ring, basking for a moment in the cheers
of the crowd. They both face one another. There’s no love lost between these two… but a brief nod speaks volumes. Stranger bedfellows have been made
by common enemies. And with Bobby O’Brady joining them in the ring, the three of them stand over the prone Rex Caliber.

Tomorrow, there’ll be hell to pay. But tonight, the sweet taste of victory. We’re out.