TBA- 11/13/2007

11/13/2007
6:30

The crowd is filing into the Spartanburg Memorial Auditorium. We see various signs saying “Get Well Rob”, and other signs looking for Astros’ head on a
stick. The merchandise tables are set up, and we see Manny X selling his shirts. KRENSHOV is selling autograph pictures, and his “For Hire” shirt. Mark
Kingston is at the DVD table, autographing copies of “Best of the Best” and “No Remorse”.

Twenty minutes later, the crowd is beginning to chant, “REBEL”, “REBEL”. Then a little earlier than expected….

PURPLE HAZE!

Jenny Jersey enters the arena and gets a nice ovation. She takes a seat at ringside. Chet Whettleson enters the arena to chants of… “WE MISS ROB”. Chet
doesn’t seem to taken back, and seems to be professional. He enters the ring and the crowd chants “REBEL” again. He grabs a mic and attempts to speak as
the music cuts off. Then he gets cut off.

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

Rex Caliber makes his way out, wearing an orange suit. He has sunglasses on and the crowd goes crazy. Maybe South Carolina is more forgiving than Edmonton,
Calgary, Raleigh and other places where they hate his guts. Or maybe everyone forgives him. The crowd cheers him all the way down, as he struts down, and
prances getting into the ring. Rex calls for the music to cut, and grabs the mic.

REX CALIBER: This party needed a little “Rex Appeal”. Spartanburg how they hell are you? (not waiting for a response.) It don’t matter really, cause Rex
makes everything better. So, Chet… isn’t it Chet?… Do the little intro and make Rob proud.

CHET WHETTLESON: Tonight every matches stipulations were drawn randomly, and we have everything from Last Team Standing matches, to Iron Man matches. Street
fights to Censorship rules. Tonight we have three titles on the line, and the Number One Contendership Cup. The matches are set but the winners are still..
TO BE ANNOU-

GOING TO TAKE YOU DOWN TO THE PARADISE CITY, WHERE THE GRASS IS GREEN AND THE GIRLS ARE PRETTY!

Warren walks out to a huge roar of the crowd. He walks to the ring with a purpose and accepts the mic from Chet.

WARREN: Dude man… you forgot the other thing that is TBA tonight!

CHET WHETTLESON: What’s that? My hotline exclusive with the winners after the show?

WARREN: NO DUDE! The announcement of the commissioner poll on REBEL.com!

REX CALIBER: FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, TELL ME THIS ISN’T HAPPENING!

WARREN: Well, Rex.. you ain’t the commish. Someone just got a new job, and now I can just shop at Circle K, instead of work there… cause dudes and dudettes,
I’M LIKE IN CHARGE!

The crowd goes crazy as Rex and Chet look flabbergasted. Warren in charge? OH NO!

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JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, our opening contest is for the Number One Contender’s Trophy and is scheduled for one fall and is to be contested under
‘Censorship Rules’.

“Cocky” by Kid Rock blares throughout the arena here in Spartanburg and the fans are on their feet. Chad Kurtis bursts through the curtain, posing at the
top of the aisle for the time being.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, he hails from Paducah, Kentucky. Weighing in at two-hundred and thirty pounds. ‘THE SHOW’ CHAD KURTIS!

And ‘The True Prime Time Player’ Chad Kurtis is on his way down the aisle, slapping hands with all the fans along the way before rolling into the ring.
JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent. Hailing from Villahermosa in Tobasco, Mexico. He weighs in tonight at two-hundred and forty-five pounds. EL REY DE CORIZONES!
“Baila Cassanova” begins to play as El Rey de Corizones and his valet Montaña Rose come through the curtains. They walk down the aisle, with Rey high-fiving
the crowd along the way before entering the ring. Once in the ring, the two men meet in the center of the ring, they shake hands and the ref calls for
the bell.

CHET WHETTLESON: This promises to be an entertaining contest, I’m sure. I could almost guarantee that this will be the best contest you will see tonight.
Guaranteed!

And this match is underway as both competitors circle the ring, tentatively reaching in for a collar and elbow tie-up before backing away. A small chant
in favor of Chad Kurtis starts up; one for El Rey de Corizones to begin as well. Ah, here we go. Collar and elbow tie-up to start this one off and it’s
‘El Rey’, El Rey de Corizones who gains the upper hand with a quick arm wringer – countered with a single leg takedown by Kurtis! And the Kentucky native
drops down to lock in a headlock for good measure. El Rey tries to break the hold with a head scissors – and succeeds as both men jump back to their feet
to square off. And get cheered by the crowd.

CHET WHETTLESON: I told you – didn’t I tell you, Rex?

REX CALIBER: Shut up, Chet.

Kurtis is angling for another collar and elbow tie up, to which El Rey accepts and both men lock up once more. This time it’s Chad who gets the advantage,
going for another headlock. He’s got it locked in, but de Corizones manages to push him away and against the ropes. Shoulder block by El Rey, and Kurtis
goes to ground. El Rey rebounds off the ropes himself – who is leapfrogged by his opponent. El Rey stops running, instead turning round into a stiff right
hand. But Kurtis doesn’t follow up, instead opting to go against the ropes himself – and he finds himself being leapfrogged by El Rey, rebounds back and
Kurtis is hit by a dropkick!

It doesn’t take long for either man to get back to his feet, but El Rey gains the advantage as he sends his opponent towards the corner with an Irish whip
– only to have it reversed. The big man tries to float over the top, and would have if Kurtis wasn’t charging in – SUPERKICK! Landing it straight on the
jaw of his turning opponent, and El Rey drops to the mat. Chad hooks a leg as he looks for the early cover. But barely gets a two count. He’s not going
to complain too much though. Instead he’s going to lift his opponent back to his feet and place him in the corner, the perfect place for some knife edge
chops!

CHET WHETTLESON: Woo!

REX CALIBER: That’s nothing, I once chopped a man so hard, his dad got a bruise on his chest.

Kurtis is unloading with a series of chops, bringing up some fresh marks on the chest of El cialis and nitroglycerin Rey; until Jimmy Johnson reminds him that this isn’t REBEL Rules.
Kurtis backs off a moment, only to go right back – and he’s thrown into the corner. And it’s El Rey who’s unloading with a punching combo that would make
Julio Cesar Chavez proud! He finishes with a forearm uppercut and Kurtis feels the full impact of it as it sends him tumbling over the top rope.

CHET WHETTLESON: El Rey needs to pay attention, because Chad Kurtis is still on the apron.

Indeed he is, Chet, but El Rey has him scouted – DROPKICK! And Kurtis goes all the way down to ringside this time, barely having time to get back to his
feet – TOPE PLANCHA! El Rey over the top rope with a plancha, and he just took ‘The Show’ out!

“HOLY $***”

The crowd gasp as the two-hundred and forty plus pounder just flew through the air! And the only man who’s not in shock is Jimmy Johnson as he starts the
count.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

Ah, they’re stirring on the outside. Both men are back to their vertical bases as El Rey guides his opponent via a grip around the back of the head towards
the guard rail, whereupon Chad Kurtis eats metal.

FIVE!

SIX!

But El Rey rolls in and out of the ring to break the count, only to be met by a boot to the gut. And Chad leaps up onto the guard rail – MOONSAULT! The
crowd are on their feet again as Kurtis lifts his opponent back up before rolling him into the ring. He follows him in, but El Rey is back on his feet,
if only for a moment as he’s taken down by a quick snap suplex. Chad Kurtis has, however, kept hold as he brings El Rey back up for a second snap suplex.
And repeated for a third one. Chad pops back up to his feet as he bounces off the ropes once again; coming back with a dropkick, right to the lower back
of his opponent. And now he’s going for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

THRNOOOO!

CHET WHETTLESON: Just a two-count there, Rex.

REX CALIBER: I can see that. And if Chad Kurtis thinks he can put anyone away that quickly, he’s a bigger idiot than I thought he was.

CHET WHETTLESON: This match seems to be taking it’s toll on both men. It’s been very physical so far.

El Rey tries to get back to his feet as Chad Kurtis begins to lay the boots in. Several stomps to the lower back – NO – shot to the midsection by El Rey!
And another! He’s fighting back and has his opponent on the back foot. Quebrada by the big man as Kurtis is dropped to the mat. LIONSAULT! Out of nowhere
by El Rey de Corizones and Jimmy Johnson goes to count the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THRENOOOOO!

Kurtis kicks out, but it only takes a moment before he’s being dragged back to his feet as the big man, El Rey, lifts ‘The Show’ up across his shoulders
for the Argentine backbreaker rack. Chad tries desperately to reach the ropes – but he can’t! So he’s forced to find the hard way out. Jimmy Johnson is
in position, asking Chad if he quits, but…

CHET WHETTLESON: He’s ‘The Show’, the ‘True PTPer’, he’s not going to tap out!

Well said, Chet. El Rey is ambling around the ring with his opponent on his shoulders, keeping this hold locked in – ROPEBREAK! El Rey wandered too close
to the rope and he’s being forced to break the hold, which he does. But he’s angry at himself for that one. Chad Kurtis is struggling to get back up, using
the ropes to do so as he finds himself on the receiving end of some boots to the gut. An Irish whip by El Rey sends Kurtis across the ring as he comes
back right into a big boot to the chest. He staggers back, dropping down to one knee as El Rey goes against the ropes, and he connects with a running knee
to the side of the head! Cover.

ONE!

TWO!

THREENOOOO!

Kurtis gets the shoulder up!

El Rey, once again, drags his opponent back to his feet before applying an arm wringer. And he’s climbing to the top rope, looking for that super elbow
drop – NO! CROTCHED ON THE TOP ROPE! Kurtis, somehow, managed to get a foot up to kick the rope and El Rey de Corizones is stranded high and dry with the
top rope between his legs. Chad takes a moment to gather his thoughts before running at his opponent, SPRINGBOARD ENZIGURI! A swift kick to the back of
the head and El Rey de Corizones tumbles back into the ring. He’s feeling the effects of that bump as Chad connects with a boot to the gut – CK FINALE!
OUT OF NOWHERE! He hooks both legs!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of the match and NEW NUMBER ONE CONTENDERS CUP HOLDER, “THE SHOW” CHAD KURTIS!

REX CALIBER: Well the kid has a ticket to a title shot, now just wondering if he will squander it like he did his title reigns.

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JENNY JERSEY: The following is an “I Quit” match. The first man to make his opponent say the words “I Quit” will be declared the winner. Introducing first,
from New York City, New York. Weighing in at one hundred and seventy five pounds…PATRICK BICKLE!

“Well I got SHOT! Right in the BAAAACK!” Broken Social Scene starts playing and Patrick Bickle, two-time former NAPW Champion, walks down to the ring in
a no-nonsense manner. The crowd gives him a decent cheer, and he seems amused by it, if not excited.

REX CALIBER: We got Patrick Bickle in REBEL Pro tonight, folks. The man’s a Froot Loop, sure, but he gets the job done by putting himself in harm’s way
every chance he gets.

The music changes to Tool’s “Jambi”, and the crowd goes from respectful cheering to near-HYSTERIA.

CHET WHETTLESON: The fans seem to like him, all right, but they just LOVE this guy…

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent, from Los Angeles, California. Weighing in at two hundred and thirty-two pounds…MANNY X!

Manny steps out, a small black bag slung over his shoulder. The fans are cheering, screaming, reaching out to give Manny a high-five. But he’s not seeing
them. He stands in front of the curtain, eyes burning, staring right at Patrick Bickle. Then, he marches down to the ring as fast as he can, almost looking
like he’s puffing smoke.

CHET WHETTLESON: Manny X…well, there’s no better way to put it. Manny looks like he’s going to try to kill someone tonight. And unfortunately for Patrick
Bickle, he’s the only guy in the ring.

REX CALIBER: You don’t know Bickle. The guy doesn’t know the meaning of quit, and he’d cut himself open on a hockey skate if it would win him a match. Don’t
count out Bicks yet, Chester.

CHET WHETTLESON: Please don’t call me that.

Both competitors in the middle of the ring now, Manny having hung his bag on the turnbuckle in his corner. Bickle extends his hand, Manny grits his teeth
but grips it firmly and gives it one solid shake. Then, the bell rings and it’s on like Michelle Kwan! Manny X and Bickle lock up, Manny X using his extra
fifty-seven pounds to his advantage, pushing Bickle down, Bickle struggles against him but it’s no use–Bickle rears back with a head-butt on Manny X!
REX CALIBER: Bickle’s making his mark REBEL-style!

Manny X snaps his head back, stunned, and loosens his grip a little, allowing Bickle to wriggle through. Bickle slips down between his legs and grabs on,
throwing Manny face-down on the mat. Bickle tries to lock in the single-leg crab, but Manny X kicks him off and Bickle bounces off the far turnbuckle and
lands on his back. Manny X quickly follows up with a running dropkick to the face, which knocks Bickle out of the ring entirely. Manny gets to his feet,
hits a cartwheel–

REX CALIBER: Hello You Mother Fucker!

CHET WHETTLESON: There’s no need for that, Rex!

REX CALIBER: That’s the name of the move!

Manny’s suicide plancha over the top rope just as Bickle’s getting to his feet…MISSES! Bickle scouted him out, and dove out of the way just in the nick
of time! Manny eats barricade! And now Bickle’s up, nailing Manny with a falling elbow from the barricade, then lifting him up and whipping him into the
ring stairs! Manny’s bleeding from the forehead, and Bickle whips him back into the ring. Bickle climbs up onto the turnbuckle, going for the Freefall,
but Manny X is up on his feet and knocks Bickle’s feet out from under him! Bickle collapses on the mat, and now Manny’s opening his little satchel and
empties the contents on the ground.

CHET WHETTLESON: Wooden rolling pin, box grater, pizza cutter…looks like Manny’s opening a pizza joint!

REX CALIBER: He’ll beat you in thirty minutes or it’s free!

Manny X clubs Bickle over the back of the head with the rolling pin, and he collapses back to the mat. Then, he picks up the pizza cutter. Oh Jesus. Manny
X with a pizza cutter to the back of Patrick Bickle! Bickle is in AGONY, trying to fight Manny X off, but the man’s so much bigger than him he just pulls
dead weight and keeps on slicing. Bickle’s back is covered in a bloody grid and Manny X turns him over, pushing the cutter down towards Bickle’s neck.
“Say it!” shouts Manny, but Bickle grits his teeth and tries to hold the circular blade from his neck. “Say it!” Manny shouts again, but Bickle shakes
his head again, and he knocks the pizza cutter away from Manny X, giving his arm a nasty gash in the process. Manny has his hands around Bickle’s neck,
choking him, as Bickle’s hands are flailing. “SAY IT!” he screams again. “SAY I–”

Patrick Bickle hits Manny X in the face. Hard. WITH THE CHEESE GRATER. Manny X rolls off Bickle, covering his face in his hands, and Bickle scrambles to
the top rope again. Here it goes, Freefall…

Misses! It’s Manny X’s turn to play possum, and he rolls out of the way just in time! Bickle hits the mat shoulder-first with a sickening thud, and Manny
X is on his feet. His face is torn and bloody, but he sees his opponent at his feet, hurting. And like any predator, he jumps at the opportunity. He locks
in the crossface. Bickle grits his teeth, trying not to give up, trying to ignore the pain in his bloody arm, his bruised shoulder. But ultimately, he’s
unable to. “I QUIT!” Bickle shouts. The bell rings.

JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner! MANNY X!

Manny X has his hand lifted in the middle of the ring; the crowd is cheering him even louder, and only now does he pay attention to their cheers and flash
them a quick, but meaningful smile. He turns around and Patrick Bickle’s standing behind him in the ring, holding his hurt shoulder. The two men stare
at each other, but then Bickle extends his hand. Manny X takes it, and then lifts Bickle’s (not-injured) arm into the air as well. The crowd goes nuts.
REX CALIBER: Manny X may have been the winner but the REBEL fans are applauding Patrick Bickle for one hell of a hard-fought match.

CHET WHETTLESON: DID YOU SEE THAT? MANNY X TOOK A FUCKING CHEESE GRATER TO THE generic-cialisonlinerxno.com FACE!

REX CALIBER: He don’t look like Sexy Rexy anyways, so it won’t hurt him that bad!

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Jenny Jersey stands in the middle of the ring as the crowd gets quiet…

JENNY JERSEY: The following contest is FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE and for the REBEL Carolinas Championship! Introducing first! Weighing in at two-hundred and
seventy two pounds, from Richmond, Virginia! He is the REBEL-Pro Carolinas Champion…MARK KINGSTON!

Nonpoints “Bullet With A Name” starts booming through the speakers and Mark Kingston comes out to a a screaming crowd. The Carolinas title is draped over
his shoulder and he makes his way to the ring, slapping a few hands on his way.

JENNY JERSEY: And the challenger, from Napier, New Zealand. Weighing in tonight at one-hundred and eighty pounds…LINK VAN HAGGARD!

”Super Trooper” by Abba starts to play and Link comes out from the back. Instantly the crowd starts to boo and Link just soaks it up. He then rushes the
ring and Kingston stands tall, nearly twice the size of Link Van Haggard. They get nose to nose and Kingston raises his title. Alan Stone pushes the two
apart and sends them to their respectful corners.

The bell rings and Link Van Haggard and Mark Kingston quickly end up in a collar elbow tie-up. Mark easily overpowers Link and sends him flying into the
corner. Kingston rushes and lands a corner clothesline on Haggard which drops him to the mat. Mark Kingston wants to finish this one early and lifts Haggard
up. Kingston hits the ropes and RICHMO- Van Haggard quickly jumps out of the way and dives out of the ring. Kingston was determined to end this before
it even started. Link climbs back into the ring and the two tie up once more. Link drops to the mat and Low Blow! Kingston drops to his knees and Link
hits the ropes…Dropkick to the back of Kingstons head. Link is trying to take control of this match. He drags Kingston to the apron and places him so
that his upper body is hanging outside of the ring. Link grabs hold of the ropes and KENTA KNEE right onto the ranking of canadian pharmacy schools spine of Mark Kingston!

REX CALIBER: What a knee shot from Link!

Kingston falls to the outside and holds his back in pain. Link starts to search under the ring and quickly slides out a table. He drags it over to the guard
rail and sets it up so that its being held up by the apron and the guard rail. Link walks over to Kingston and CLOTHESLINE out of nowhere! Kingston lays
Haggard out! He then lifts him up with one hand and drags him over to the table Link just set up. He’s setting up for a powerbomb! He lifts him up and
Haggard with a thumb to the eye! Kingston lets go of Haggard and tends to his eye. This gives Haggard a chance to get to his feet. Kingston turns around
and Link nails him with a hard right. Kingston shakes it off and plants Link with a hard left that causes him to stumble backward into the table. Kingston
senses an opportunity and rushes Haggard, driving a knee into his gut and quickly grabbing him in gut wrench position. The crowd knows what’s about to
happen and GUT WRENCH POWERBOMB through the table! Haggard is down! Kingston drops to the cover and this match may be over before it even started!

One!

Two!

CHET WHETTLESON: He may have him!

Thr-Link kicks out! Kingston seems a bit surprised and starts to check the ring for a weapon. He pulls out a chair and Link is starting to come back to
life. Kingston takes a moment to think about what he’s going to do next and just as Link gets to his feet…STEEL CHAIR to the head! The chair forms around
Links head and he collapses. The crowd is going wild and Kingston doesn’t go for a pin. He grabs hold of Link and starts to drag him toward the front of
the ring. He checks under the ring once again and slides out a table. He sets it up diagonal against the guard rail. He lifts Link up and gets a knee to
the ribs for his effort and DDT onto the concrete! Kingston falls limp and Haggard may of taken control of this match. Link climbs into the ring and Kingston
seems to be coming around. Kingston gets to one knee and Link hits the ropes… Springboard cross body! Haggard collides with Kingston and and quickly
bounces up to his feet. The crowd is booing, Kingston is slowly getting up and Link Van Haggard gives him a hard kick to the ribs. He then lifts him up
and leans him onto the table. Link runs to the opposite side and hops onto the railing…The crowd is yelling and Kingston to move and Link runs and FLYING
SPLASH THROUGH THE TABLE! Link with the pin!

ONE!

TWO!

THRE- SHOULDER UP!

REX CALIBER: He almost had him.

Link is in shock. The crowd is going wild! He grabs Kingston and drags him toward the entrance. He puts a few boots into his face and keeps dragging him..
They reach the curtain and Link lifts Kingston to his feet. Kingston with the thumb to the eye! He needs to regain control and he lays Haggard out with
a hard right. Kingston then grabs and throws him through the curtain, causing the metal frame to fall over onto Haggard. Link starts to crawl away and
Kingston hits him with a boot to the head. Kingston then walks over to the guard rail and grabs a chair from one of the fans. Link is on his hands and
knees and…STEEL CHAIR! Link falls back to the ground and Kingston can smell victory. He stands over Haggard and then locks in THE KINGSTON CLUTCH! There
are no rope breaks for Haggard! He has nowhere to go! This has to be it! Haggard is screaming! He’s struggling to stay in this! He’s going to tap! Kingston
is applying pressure!

LINK WITH A LOW BLOW! KINGSTON LETS GO!

CHET WHETTLESON: Ouch.

Kingston falls to the ground and Link gets to his feet, the Kingston Clutch obviously hurt him. Link climbs onto the guard rail again and BULLET THE BLUE
SKY! NOBODY HOME! KINGSTON ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY! Kingston is pissed! He grabs a handful of Links hair and starts to drag him to the back. They make it
to the entrance of the Auditorium and Kingston slams Links face into the floor. Link rolls around, holding his face. Kingston starts to hit him with a
couple boots to the head and picks him up again only to take him down with a Triple Rib Breaker. Link is being torn apart! Kingston with the pin!

ONE!

TWO!

SHOULDER UP? Kingston is in shock! He takes a few steps back and waits for Link to get to his feet…BIG BOOT! DODGED! Kingston hits the wall! Link with
the roll up!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT! Link has had enough! He kicks Kingston right in the jaw and walks out the front door! Kingston is getting angrier and rushes him! He opens the
door and SUPERKICK by Link! Kingston was caught off guard and is nearly decapitated! Link lifts up the dazed Kingston and PIN ‘EM, WIN ‘EM!

ONE!

TWO!

THR-KICKOUT!

Link hits the floor in anger and starts to lift Kingston up…Elbow to the gut! Link lets go of Kingston and Kingston makes it to his feet. Hard right by
Kingston sends Link stumbling out onto the street. Kingston rushes and gives him a knee to the gut. Kingston drives his elbow into the back of Haggards
head…100 PROOF! Sitout Wheelbarrow Facebuster on the street! He hooks the leg! ONE! TWO! THR-NO!! Link somehow breaks the pin! Traffic is starting to
be interrupted and cars are starting to honk. Kingston looks over at a nearby driver who gives him the finger for holding traffic. Kingston then lifts
a limp Van Haggard and sends him FLYING into the his windshield! The windshield shatters and Link falls right onto the mans lap. Kingston then climbs onto
his hood and pulls Link out by his hair. He lifts him up and LINK WITH A SWINGING NECKBREAKER OFF THE CAR! Both men are lying on the street! Breathing
heavily and the ref has no choice but to start counting for a knock out!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Cars are starting to honk more and a few people are getting irate. One guy even tried to attack the guys but security managed to stop him.

FOUR!

FIVE!

SIX!

Link is starting to come back to life! Kingston is hardly moving!

SEVEN!

EIGHT!

Kingston somehow starts coming back to life and is almost to one knee.

NINE!

Link makes it to his feet! Kingston is on one knee!

CHET WHETTLESON: I’M SPEECHLESS!

REX CALIBER: I once wrestled a female midget naked! But never in the street!

SHINING WIZARD! and Kingston is knocked right back down! Link with the cover! ONE! TWO! THREE! WAIT!

The Alan Stone is arguing with an angry driver! Link looks at the Alan Stone and now he is arguing with the driver! Kingston is back on his feet and notices
that Link isn’t paying attention! ELBOW to the back of the head! Kingston grabs a hold of Links hair and drags him across the street! Irish whip into a
mail box! Link crashes into it and it topples over. Kingston grabs hold of Link and POWERBOMB ONTO THE MAILBOX! Kingston with the cover! ONE! TWO! THREE!
FOUR! FIVE! It would help if there was a referee! SIX! SEVEN! The referee finally comes back from the argument! ONE! Kickout! Kingston is pissed! He grabs
hold of Link and throws him into a nearby payphone. He grabs hold of the phone and starts to bash Link over the head. It busts him open and blood starts
to gush. Kingston then grabs hold of cord and wraps it around Links throat. Link starts to gasp for air. Kingston repeatedly sends fists into Links gash.
Link is struggling to breath! WAIT! Kingston applied too much pressure and the pay phone cord snapped! Link falls to the ground and tries to catch his
breath. Kingston takes the remaining cord and wraps it around Links neck again! LINK WITH ANOTHER LOW BLOW! Link knows it is the only way to temporarily
stop Kingston and loves using it. Link crawls away from Kingston and regains his composure. He wipes the blood out of his eyes with his shirt and begins
to walk back toward Kingston. He picks up the payphone that is drenched in his own blood and WHAM! He smashes the phone onto the skull of Kingston. AND
AGAIN! AND AGAIN! AND AGAIN! AND IT BREAKS IN TWO! Link grabs what seems to have the sharpest and and DRIVES it into Kingstons skull. Kingston is gushing!
Link is just DIGGING into Kingston’s head! And now the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

CHET WHETTLESON: SHOULDER UP?

Kingston doesn’t want to lose! Somehow he got his shoulder up and Link wants to finish this! He smashes the phone against Kingstons head once again and
climbs onto the payphone! MOONSAULT! CONNECTS WITH KNEES! Link bounces off Kingstons knees and cries out in pain. Kingston is calling for it! He lifts
Link up and grabs a hold of his head…HE SMASHES IT INTO THE WINDOW OF…A KRISPY KREME STORE! The window doesn’t break however…SO KINGSTON DRIVES HIS
HEAD INTO IT AGAIN! The manager of the store runs out and is yelling! Kingston has had enough of this! Link is leaning onto the window! Kingston… THE
RICHMOND LARIAT THROUGH THE WINDOW! The manager starts to scream and yell! Kingston and Link are out! Kingston slowly raises his arm and lays it over Links
chest!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!!

NO!

LINK GOT HIS SHOULDER UP!

REX CALIBER: Tough call for the kid.

CHET WHETTLESON: I know, so close, yet so far!

Kingston starts to yell. Kingston is struggling to get up and Link may not even know he broke out. Kingston is using his surroundings to pull himself up.
Link has rolled onto his stomach and is trying to push himself up to his feet. Kingston is back up and Link has barely lifted off the ground…Until Kingston
grabs hold of his shirt and lifts him up with one hand. Kingston grabs hold of Links face and starts yelling. “WHY THE FUCK WON’T YOU STAY DOWN!?” and
with that he throws him over the counter causing him to crash into the doughnuts. Kingston follows closely and both men are behind the counter. Kingston
is lifting Link back to his feet and DOUGHNUT IN THE EYE! Kingston lets Link go and starts yelling! His eye is starting to burn and he’s searching for
a sink! He jumps the counter makes a run for the bathroom sink. Link sees an opportunity and quickly follows him. He opens the bathroom door and Kingston
is trying to rinse out his eye…LINK WITH A DROPKICK TO THE BACK! It causes Kingston to hit his forehead on the faucet, further busting him open. Kingston
lets out a painful scream and Link throws him face first into the mirror. It instantly shatters, Kingston getting covered in glass shards. Link takes off
his shit and wraps it around the base of one of the shards. He then grabs hold of Kingston’s head and DIGS the shard into his head. Kingston starts to
scream and blood starts to flow in insane amounts. Kingston out of instinct sends an elbow into Links gut which causes him to drop the shard. Kingston
then grabs hold of Link and throws him through one of the bathroom stalls. He starts to throw fist after first, each of them connecting with Links face.
He then starts to drag him to the bathroom door and Link with a chop block! Kingston falls to one knee and ENZIGURI! Kingston falls flat on his face! Kingston
though, off of pure adrenaline manages to quickly bounce up. Link darts out the bathroom and Kingston follows. They both make it back to the store where
the manager is still yelling. Link is being chased by Kingston and SUPERKICK! KINGSTON CATCHES IT! LINK WITH A MODIFIED ENZIGURI! Kingston starts to stumble
and Link hops onto the counter! Jumping Hurricanrana! Kingston refuses to let him! He has him up in powerbomb position and starts running toward the non-destroyed
front window…RUNNING POWER- HURRICANRANA THROUGH THE WINDOW! Kingston is laying on the outside motionless! Link is still inside the shop! He slowly climbs
outside and the Alan Stone is checking on Kingston… Link may win this! But where is he going!? Link walks away, through the alley on the side of the
shop! Kingston is laying there motionless and Link is gone! WAIT! ON THE ROOF OF THE STORE! LINK VAN HAGGARD! NO!!

CHET WHETTLESON: THIS IS GOING TO BE CRAZY!

BULLET THE BLUE SKY OFF THE ROOF!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Link Van Haggard is wins! He’s laying there motionless next to Kingston. The referee helps him up and raises his hand. Kingston hasn’t moved in a couple
of minutes and Link slowly starts walking back to the auditorium.

CHET WHETTLESON: You think we will get sued?

REX CALIBER: We

just saw Warren exit the building. He has a check book in hand, and going outside.

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of the match, and NEW REBEL PRO CAROLINAS CHAMPION, LINK VAN HAGGARD!

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JENNY JERSEY: The following contest is set for one fall, and is a TENNESSEE CHAIN MATCH!

“Battleflag (Lo-Fidelity All Stars Remix)” by Pigeonhed and outcomes the smirking Donovan Astros, who.. isn’t dressed to wrestle. He enters the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, from..

Astros stops Jenny Jersey in the middle of her announcement and rips the microphone from her hands!

DONOVAN ASTROS: Now, folks, I know you were expecting someone to come out here, take a steel chain, and beat me from pillar to post with it, and you guys
were gonna get all excited and hoop and holler about it, but it’s just too damned bad for you, because the Celtic Assassins just won’t be here tonight.
You see, it’s come to my attention that the Assassins have had some… mechanical issues with their rental car out on I-85. Seems they got a flat tire
and just didn’t learn how to change it over in Scotland or Ireland or Greenland or wherever the hell they came from!

So referee, do your God damned job, raise my hand and declare me the winner by forfeit!

Jimmy Johnson calls for the bell, he starts a ten count… and then its over. No Celts. Astros has his hand.

CHET WHETTLESON: What happened to the Assassins? Wonder how Astros knew?

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JENNY JERSEY: This is a LAST TEAM STANDING match! The first team to survive a ten count wins!

“Alone! Alone! ALONE!”

The crowd starts to boo as Dio Muerte and Jeff James walk out, carrying between them a large equipment bag.

JENNY JERSEY: From Hollywood, Florida, weighing in at a combined four hundred and thirty three pounds! DIO MUERTE and JEFF JAMES!

CHET WHETTLESON: Last week, Jeff James came back and helped Dio win his scaffold match against Mark Kingston.

REX CALIBER: He wasn’t much help. He fell twenty-five feet off of the scaffold!

CHET WHETTLESON: We’ll see how well he does tonight after last week’s fall. This is Dio and Jeff’s challenge, and they intend to put the tag team division
on notice! They want to climb to the top of the tag ladder, and their first obstacle is the team they face here tonight!

As blistering rap pounds through the speakers, out walk Jonothan and Matthew Kurtis, accompanied by Mandy. The boos from the REBEL fans start up once more.
JENNY JERSEY: And their opponents! From the state of Kentucky! The American Nightmare! The Bluegrass Heartthrob! They weigh a combined five hundred and
sixteen pounds! They are the BLUEGRASS MAFIA, VERSION 2.0!

The brothers are sporting a pair of their own shirts, which say “Blood Flows Thicker… With the Bluegrass Mafia”

CHET WHETTLESON: Those shirts are available on the website, folks!

Before they get to the ring, Dio and Jeff are sliding out of the ring to meet them. With punches to the head! REBEL ref Alan Stone looks on as the four
men brawl outside of the ring.

CHET WHETTLESON: Rex, what’s the point of the ref in a match like this? There’s no rules, right?

REX CALIBER: Stone’s job is to count to ten and make sure the eliminated men go to the back. That’s it. There’s no pinfalls, no submission wins. It’s all
about keeping your opponent down for a ten count.

Dio Muerte and Jon Kurtis are trading punches, while Matt Kurtis takes the smaller Jeff James and throws him into the ring barricade. James winces in pain,
as his injured back takes the brunt of the pain. Matt Kurtis runs, and it’s a big boot to the face of Jeff! Jeff sags against the barricade. Jon Kurtis
gives Dio a European uppercut, and sets him up against the ring apron. Dio will not let go of Jon, though, and throws a double-arm hammer into the stomach
of the youngest Kurtis. And it’s a slam onto the ring steps! Dio raises his arms as the fans around him jeer. Clubbing blow by Matthew Kurtis into the
unaware Dio! Matt throws Muerte into the ring, and for the first time this match, some action takes place in between the ropes. Dio is thrown to the ropes
and comes back only to be whipped around in a spinning side slam. Jon Kurtis climbs the ropes, and motions to his bigger brother. Jon is gorilla pressed
onto the body of Dio Muerte as the audience groans in sympathy.

REX CALIBER: A Bluegrass Mafia trademark! The Missile Launcher!

Matt shouts as Alan Stone to start counting Dio out. One! Two! Thr- Matt picks up Dio Muerte, shaking his finger. He’s not going to let it stop here. From
behind, Jeff James throws a chop block to the knee of Matt, and the big man goes down. Dio rolls out of the ring to catch his breath. Jeff James lays the
boots to the leg of the elder Kurtis. Dio rolls back in only to take a lariat from Jon Kurtis over the top rope! Dio’s on the ground, and Jon steps outside
the ropes. He hops onto the second rope, and flies backwards with a moonsault onto Muerte. The crowd cheers at the masterwork of that move. Jeff looks
up from his dismantling of Matt’s leg, and notices Jon standing over the body of his teammate. He runs towards the ropes and jumps backwards over the top
rope, knocking Jon Kurtis onto the ground.

REX CALIBER: Dick Fosbury couldn’t have done that better himself! A Textbook Air James!

“HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!” chants the South Carolina crowd. James, Dio and Jon are all out on the floor, and Matt’s massaging his leg inside the ring. Alan
Stone doesn’t know where to turn! Matt pulls himself up by the ropes, just as James stands up and dusts himself off. Matt Kurtis grabs the head of Jeff
and starts lifting, pulling him up and over the top rope. Powerbomb into the middle of the ring! Stone starts the count as Matthew Kurtis sneers at how
easy it was to ragdoll Jeff James. One! Two! On the outside of the ring, Dio and Jon are both stirring. Five! Six! Jeff James manages to roll over, and
Alan Stone stops his count. Matt mutters “You should have stayed down, kid.” He then grips James and hurls him into the corner. He starts choking James.
Dio Muerte stands up and goes to the equipment bag. He unzips it canadian pharmacy relpax and pulls out his trademark bat. He kisses it and then sidles over to where Matt Kurtis
is choking the life out of Dio’s partner. Bam! Bat to the face to Matt Kurtis knocks him off of James and staggers him. Dio Muerte waves his bat around
and shouts “Don’t (BLEEP) with Dio Muerte!” Here comes Jon Kurtis, running along the barricade! He leaps at Dio Muerte with a corkscrew plancha, but out
of nowhere, from the top rope, Jeff James flies at Kurtis! MIDAIR COLLISION SUPERKICK! The crowd goes bananas! Dio Muerte breathes a sigh of relief and
climbs into the ring. CLOTHESLINE FROM HELL! Matt Kurtis is up and he’s livid! A cut above his eye is spurting blood. But he climbs out of the ring and
grabs Jeff James. Spinebuster onto the floor! “COUNT IT, REF!” Alan Stone slides under the bottom rope and starts to count James out. One! Two! Three!
Matt Kurtis goes to Jon and shakes him lightly. “Brother? You okay?” Four! Five! Six! Jon wakes up and weakly gives Matthew a thumbs up. And Matthew turns
his attention to the man inside the ring, Dio Muerte. The man who split him open. Eight! Nine! Matthew ignores Jeff James, and climbs back into the ring.
Ten!

JENNY JERSEY: Jeff James has been eliminated from the match!

CHET WHETTLESON: And it’s down to Dio Muerte against both Kurtis Boys!

REX CALIBER: And right now, the bigger Kurtis is looking for revenge!

Matt Kurtis picks up Dio and pushes him into the corner. He then turns around and steps back to get some momentum for a Yakuza kick. SMACK! Quick shuffle
sidekick by Muerte drops Matthew Kurtis. Alan Stone is there to start a count. One! Two! Muerte isn’t taking things lightly, and slides out of the ring
to shuffle through that bag of his. And he brings out… a brick? My god! Five. Six. Matthew stirs and sits up, breaking Stone’s count. Muerte slides the
brick into the ring, and climbs back i- Jon Kurtis from behind with a backcracker! Dio writhes on the ground in pain! Jon Kurtis climbs the steps and delivers
a moonsault right onto the knees of Muerte. Dio gets back into the ring, however slowly, and goes for the brick. Matthew Kurtis is right there, though,
and grabs the head of his opponent. He picks him up! Dio has the brick in his hands! Dio goes up, up, up! It’s a Bluegrass Bomb by the big man Kurtis and
Dio slams the brick into Matt’s head. DONK! Matthew Kurtis collapses with Dio on top of him. “Count! COUNT!” shouts Dio, and Alan Stone is right there.
One! Two! Three! Jon Kurtis is on the ring apron, and he’s resting on the ropes. Dio Murte stands looking down on Matthew, watching intently. Five! Six!
Matthew is stirring. Seven! Jon rushes into the ring and catches Stone off-guard. Muerte takes the opportunity to drop the brick on Matthew’s head once
more and Matthew lies still. The ref doesn’t see it! Dio knocks Jon in the back, shoving him into the corner. “NO! COUNT!” Stone resumes. Eight! Nine!
TEN!

JENNY JERSEY: Matthew Kurtis has been eliminated from the match!

CHET WHETTLESON: Big Matt is gone, but it was only because of a brick!

REX CALIBER: Hey, whatever gets the job done, Chet! That brick is famous now! You should sell it on the website!

Some trainers come down to the ring and ease Matthew out underneath the ropes. His forehead is wide open, and he wears a crimson mask. Dio Muerte grins
and turns his attention back to the only man left, The “Bluegrass Heartthrob” Jonothan Kurtis. Dio picks up Jon, and finally, he’s not worried about a
bigger man. Brainbuster! Stone’s there to start a count. One! Two! Three! Dio’s looking proud, as he could take both members of the Bluegrass Mafia out
in record time here. Five! Six! Kurtis gets up. Dio gets mad. Punch!Punch! “STAY DOWN, WILL YA?” Dio picks up Jonothan for a powerbomb, sitout style! Countered
by a hurricanrana. Now Jon has the upper hand. Jon climbs the turnbuckle, and it’s time for a 450 Splash! He hooks the leg, but Stone won’t count it.

REX CALIBER: You can’t win that way, Jon! No pinfalls, remember?

CHET WHETTLESON: I think he just figured that out.

Stone starts a count. One! Two! Three! Fo- Dio rolls over, getting to his knees. Jon picks his opponent up, and gets Dio’s head under his arm. It’s time
for a Heart Breaker! Jon starts to tornado, but Dio, through some force of will, manages to throw Jon over the top rope! “REBEL! REBEL!” shouts the crowd.
Jon is hurting here, but he’s not on his back. Dio climbs out of the ring after him, and knees him in the back. Dio mutters, and looks around the entranceway.
Something catches his eye.

CHET WHETTLESON: Not the merchandise table!

Dio clears all the shirts and REBEL DVDs off of it. He goes back and drags Jon. After he reaches the table, Jon’s shoved onto it. Dio signals for a Demortalizer,
flips Jon Kurtis into the air, but Kurtis reverses it yet again into another hurricanrana, taking them both off the table.

CHET WHETTLESON: Phew!

Jon Kurtis is gasping for air, but he musters his energy and lashes out with a superkick! It doesn’t connect, as Dio ducks out of the way and hoists Kurtis
on his shoulders. He walks out through the entranceway. Alan Stone runs after them.

REX CALIBER: Why isn’t there a cameraman around when we need one? There could be a ten count out there!

Just as the audience is getting restless, Dio appears with Jon on the second floor, overlooking the hall. He unhooks a flag rope beside him, and wraps it
around Jon Kurtis’ neck. He then pulls with all his might, hoisting Jon Kurtis above the crowd, gasping for air as he chokes. The crowd starts chanting
“LET HIM DOWN! LET HIM DOWN!” Dio Muerte apparently can’t hear them. “What? You want me to let him down? Okay.” He lets go of the rope.

And Jonothan Kurtis plummets down to the ground. Right. Through. The table. A silence falls over the crowd, but Dio Muerte grabs the collar of the ref,
and commands that he count.

One!

Two!

Three!

The crowd starts booing. Some fans throw pop cans and water bottles at Dio Muerte.

Four!

Five!

Six!

Dio Muerte leans over the balcony, and leers at the unconscious Jon Kurtis.

Seven!

Eight!

Nine!

Ten!

Alan Stone calls for the bell.

JENNY JERSEY: And your winners! Dio Muerte and Jeff James!

Dio laughs as trainers pull the youngest Kurtis out of the tables. The crowd starts shouting well wishes, and when Jon Kurtis manages to stand with the
help of trainers, they applaud.

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JENNY JERSEY: This match is a Thirty Minute Iron Man match. The rules of this match are simple, the person who gets more points within thirty minutes wins.
Points being tap outs and pin fall counts. So lets get this match going. First off, from Manhattan, New York City. Weighing Two Hundred Ninety pounds and
stands an impressive Six feet, Seven inches. MURCIELAGO!

“Bring Da Ruckus” begins to blast through the speakers and out comes Murcielago to an array of boos. It doesn’t bother him at all, he’s set at proving a
point tonight, he’s set on winning this match, nothing can get in his way. Oh yeah, you can’t forget Enzo, right behind him with his crowbar. Murcielago
rolls into the ring and posts in the corner waiting for his opponent.

JENNY JERSEY: From Middletown, New Jersey. Standing at a chilling Six feet nine inches. Weighing in at Three Hundred Fifty pounds. KRENSHOV!

“Attack” begins to play on the speakers but get drowned out by the cheers. Then Krenshov gets drowned out by cheers as well. He smirks his way down the
ramps and stops at the ring. He looks at Murcielago in the eyes. “YOU CAN’T HURT ME! HAHA!” He gets into the ring, one leg over the top rope then the other,
and gets into his corner.

Dale McDonald runs for the bell. DING! DING! DING!

Both men in the center of the ring, they look at each other deeply, the hate building up inside of them. Krenshov has enough of this stare off, he swings
first, Murc blocks and swings back, blocked, Kenny head butts Murc, he stumbles into the ropes and comes back with an enormous right hand, Kenny stumbles
back, but it isn’t enough to take him down. Murc rushes back to the ropes and suicide Clotheslines Kenny out of the ring, they collide on the concrete.
Murc gets up first from the collision, he goes under the ring and brings out a chair, he begins to swing away on the opponent. Murc dents and folds the
chair up good, he tosses the scrap metal and stomps on Kenny’s head.

REX CALIBER: This kid is angry.

CHET WHETTLESON: Well no kidding buddy.

Murc goes back under the ring and brings out a trash can, he drops it, in hopes it crushes Kenny. Kenny moves out of the way with second to spare.

CHET WHETTLESON: Wow! That was close!

The Manhattan Madman goes to punch Kenny, it gets blocked, Kenny tosses Murc into the ring and slides in after him. Kenny has a trash can lid in his hand,
he folds the lid up like a burrito and takes a swing at Murc, he nearly takes his head off. Murc is down, Kenny begins to bash Murc’s head in with the
trash can. Kenny leaves Murc on the floor and moves towards one of the corners, he takes the padding off, all of them, and he reports back to Murc. He
goes to Irish Whip Murc into the corner, it’s gets reversed. Poor monster. Murc picks up a chair from the outside and enters the ring, Kenny is still in
the corner, he smacks the chair over Kenny’s head, backs up, rushes towards Kenny, places the chair in front of his chest. There’s now a sandwich, Kenny
plus chair, plus Murc.

REX CALIBER: I hate to eat one of those.

CHET WHETTLESON: It looks like Murcielago took some damage on that one too.

Murc favors his chest for a bit, unlike Kenny, he doesn’t have to worry about his back. Murc takes advantage of this, he pulls him off from the corner and
sends him into the ropes, Kenny returns to Murc and gets a Belly-To-Belly Suplex. Murc sizes Kenny up, stalks his prey, watching him get to his knees,
Murc now rushes towards Kenny and takes a boot to the face. Even though Kenny didn’t take the boot, it still did some damage to him. He holds his back
again. generic cialis online Kenny roles out of the ring and brings out a barbed wire two by four, he enters the ring and takes a swing at Murc’s stomach, he gets all of it
in. He pulls out the plank and begins to scrub Murc’s face, slicing, tearing through flesh, allowing blood to flow freely from Murc’s face.

CHET WHETTLESON: It hurts me to watch this!

REX CALIBER: I’ve been through it before, that ain’t nothing!

Kenny begins to laugh, he enjoys every second of this, it’s a field day for this man. He tosses the bloodied two by four away and begins to punch Murc in
the face, faster and faster then locks in a front face lock onto the bloodied man, grabs hold of Murc’s jeans, he drives him down with a hard DDT to the
mat. The control is Kenny’s hand, he plans to keep it that way, bad back or not. Kenny leaves the ring to bring out a fresh chair, he enters the ring and
demands Murc to get up. “GET UP YOU PIECE OF SHIT! GET UP!” He doesn’t even give Murc the chance to get up, he tosses the chair onto his face. The crowd
gasps, it’s a bit too far. “YOU THINK THIS IS BAD? I JUST STARTED!” He picks up the chair and gives it a swing, a miss, another swing, another miss, a
third swing, he’s out. Murc gets to his feet and spears Kenny into the mat, Murc begins to fire firsts into Kenny’s face, vicious. Murc gets up and looks
down, Kenny is a bloody mess, he taps his forehead for blood, his fingers are covered in the red fluid. Kenny is surprised, enraged, he isn’t used to this.
CHET WHETTLESON: We don’t see this often. The monster must be really angry now.

REX CALIBER: That’s nothing, I’ve fought bigger dudes than that, angrier dudes at that. Murc should be able to chomp him down.

Kenny sits up and Murc boots him down. “YOU’RE NOTHING! YOU AIN’T SHIT KRENSHOV!” A kick to the rib, then kicks to the back, he puts so much work to the
back, jumping with his stomps. Murc sends Kenny to a corner, he splashes, crushes him, sends him to another corner, repeats the steps again, then again
and again. Murc stalks Kenny again, hopefully he’s successful this time. Kenny gets to his feet and gets brought back to the floor with a Forearm Smash.
Murc looks down at Kenny, Murc taps his temple, showing that he has him. Kenny whips his right arm out and grabs a hold of Murc’s neck. Kenny sits up,
Kane fashion, hand still wrapped around the man’s neck. Now making it to his knees finally on his feet, he never freed Murc once. Kenny Chokeslams Murc
into the mat hard, but his back causes Kenny fall to his knees. Murc roles out of the ring to breathe, Kenny slides out right after him. He brings Murc
to his feet, they begin to exchange rights and lefts, then an eye poke by Murc, then he charges Kenny back first into the ring apron. Then a shoulder thrust,
another shoulder thrust, he goes for the at trick, but Kenny bites the pain and Double Ax Handle’s his way out. Murc backs up, but returns into a right
hand by Kenny, then a left by Kenny, a right, a left, the combos rain on Murc’s face, then a Big Boot that knocks him over into the crowd. The crowd cheers,
touching on Murc’s back, Kenny comes over the guard rail, the crowd goes silent in fear, Kenny has a smile on his face, a sick, devious smile. Kenny grabs
hold of Murc by the hair and give him a chop, a chop that could be heard from anywhere in the arena. Then another chop, louder and thicker than the last.
CHET WHETTLESON: He’s gonna put him on cardiac arrest at this rate.

REX CALIBER: That ain’t nothing. I had that happen to me once, but the man’s hand was wrapped in barbed wire, I ate his chops.

Kenny goes for the third chop, Murc kicks Kenny’s leg sending him down to one knee. Murc grabs a fan’s glass Coke bottle, he drinks the soda and breaks
the bottle over Kenny’s head. Murc picks up a random glass shard and drags it in deep into Kenny’s head. Kenny is screaming, Kenny is screaming.

CHET WHETTLESON: WOW! Krenshov is screaming in pain.

REX CALIBER: That ain’t nothing–Wait, he’s screaming in pain? Holy shit.

Kenny’s had enough, he pushes Murc away, Murc picks up someone’s chair and tosses it into Kenny’s face. Karma’s a bitch. Murc keeps the chair on Kenny’s
face and stomps, a mean stomp. Murc brings Kenny to his feet and tosses him over the guard rail. He hops the rail and brings Kenny to his feet, again,
he slams Kenny’s face on the rail once, twice, third, fourth, Kenny stops him at there, he punches Murc in the gut and picks him up like a potato sac,
Murc rests on his shoulder, Kenny drops Murc stomach first onto the rail, the wind is knocked out of Murc. Kenny leaves him hung on the rail and goes out
to fish for weapons. He brings out a barbed wire chair, he takes a swing onto Murc’s, he misses, Murc sends a kick to Kenny’s gut, and then tosses him
into the ring, Murc follows with another chair. Kenny is already up and so is Murc, he tosses a chair Kenny’s way, Kenny catches, a swing, Murc ducks,
the chair hits the ropes, it returns, BLAP! Smacks Kenny upside the head, he stumbles into a school boy roll up.

ONE

TWO

THREE!

Point one for Murc. The men get placed in their corners, taking their little break, drinking water. Enzo slides the crowbar in to Murc’s corner, Murc salutes
as a way of saying “Good looking out.” Kenny comes out of his corner and takes a crowbar to the gut, he hunches over. Murc runs to the ropes and fires
back with a knee to Kenny’s head. Murc grabs hold of Kenny’s head and drags him towards the bottom rope where he starts to grind Kenny’s face on the rigid
ropes, inflicting more pain to the gash in his forehead. Murc picks up a chair and begins to go to work on Kenny’s back, one chair shot after the next,
he goes wild. Another chair gets added to the scrap metal bin. Murc drags Kenny to the center of the ring and locks in a pin.

ONE

TWO

THREE!

Two – zip.

CHET WHETTLESON: Wow! Murcielago is on fire in this match!

REX CALIBER: That ain’t nothing, I’ve been actually on fire once, not a fond moment.

Back to the corner they return, resting for a little bit, drinking their water. They leave the corner and return to war. Kenny goes in for a grapple which
Murc dodges, and walks around Kenny and delivers a forearm to Kenny’s back, then a sleeper hold, Murc holds on tightly. Kenny isn’t going anywhere, Murc
hops on Kenny’s back, trying to take him down, Kenny holds his ground, even with his bad back. Kenny backs up into the corner with no padding, he drives
Murc hard, crunching him. Murc finally frees his hold, Kenny walks out of the corner and Murc falls to his knees. Kenny boots Murc in the face, then brings
the man to his feet, setting him up for the Fallaway Slam. Murc goes across the ring and lands on a barbed wire two-by-four.

CHET WHETTLESON: Wow! He landed back first onto the barbed wire two-by-four!

REX CALIBER: I know, we’re watching the same damn match!

Kenny rolls out of the ring and brings out a table, the crowd goes nutso. He sets the table up, then goes back under the ring for another table, he sets
it up next to the previous table. Then he returns, a third, sets it up on top of one of the tables. Kenny makes another trip to the under ring, maybe his
last, he places the fourth table on top of another table. The crowd watches in awe, they know something is about to happen. Kenny returns to the ring with
bad intentions. He places Murc on his feet and sets him up for a Suplex, he holds the body in the air.

CHET WHETTLESON: Such strength. Even with a bad back and all he’s still able to hold Murc in the air vertically.

REX CALIBER: That ain’t nothing. I’ve done a Horizontal Suplex once. It took so much out of me, but I did it. There’s only a few men in the world that can
pull it off.

THUD! Murcielago isn’t moving. Krenshov isn’t moving. They lay on the mat like Persian rugs freshly imported from Persia? Krenshov may of torqued his back
on that Suplex. Krenshov may of broke Murcielago’s back on that suplex. Wait, Krenshov is moving, he rolls to his knees, then finally to his feet, Murc
is still down, Kenny moves out of the ring and brings out a gloves and a yard of barbed wire. He returns to the ring and begins to whip Murc with the barbed
wire, leaving holes onto his back where the blood can pour like fountains. Kenny Krenshov doesn’t look like he wants to stop with his onslaught. Kenny
wraps the barbed wire around his fist and begins to scrape Murc’s face with the barbed wire, you can hear Murcielago scream out in pain, his feet spazzing
out on the mat trying to break free.

CHET WHETTLESON: Uh oh, there’s only ten minutes left, do you think Krenshov can turn this around?

REX CALIBER: Back in ninety-eight, I was in an iron man match, I was down by five points, out of no where I get ten pin fall counts in the last nine seconds.
Kenny gets up from the mat and goes for a fist drop, no body home. The barbs penetrate through the glove and do some damage to Kenny’s hand, causing him
to toss the glove from his hand so his bloodied hand can get some air. Kenny begins to shake his hand, making a closed fist then opening it, he’s ready
to go back to war. He walks over to Murcielago’s body and goes to bring him to his feet, Murcielago counters it into an eye poke, then an Irish Whip to
the corner, the corner without an padding. Murc picks up the glove with the barbed wire, he moves his hand in slowly, making sure he doesn’t do any damage
to it. He looks back at Kenny and rushes at him with a body splash, then he begins to hit Kenny with a series of chops with the barbed wire glove. Ouch.
Murcielago reduces Kenny’s chest to shreds, but he isn’t done. Murc stands on the second rope, he begins to pound on Kenny’s head. ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!
FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! The punches anger Krenshov, he picks up Murcielago in a Powerbomb fashion, he carries Murc’s body to the ropes closest to
the stacks of the tables. Murc tries to punch his way out, it doesn’t work. Kenny drives Murcielago through the tables. The sound of the tables crunching
are never heard, the crowd drowned it out with their constant “OH SHIT!” Kenny holds on to his back for a second then rolls out of the ring to bring Murcielago
back in.

ONE

TWO

THREE!

CHET WHETTLESON: Only seven minutes left in the match, this is definitely crunch time.

REX CALIBER: No shit, especially for Krenshov.

Two – One.

The men return to their corner for their short break, then they return back to battle. Krenshov and Murcielago go to tie up, they move each other around,
Murc ends this game with a European Uppercut then the Defcon 1.

CHET WHETTLESON: He just did the Defcon 1 and out of nowhere too!

The bloodied Murcielago picks up a chair, barbed wire chair and tosses it to Krenshov’s face. Murc picks the chair up again, he drops it, but not on Kenny’s
face, he lets it hit the mat, Murc then brings Krenshov to his feet, DEFCON 1 ON TO THE BARBED WIRE CHAIR! Murc roles Kenny over.

ONE

TWO

THREE!

Three – One.

CHET WHETTLESON: Oh boy, only five minutes left! I don’t like Kenny’s chances here.

REX CALIBER: Did I tell you about that time I got nine pin fall counts in ten seconds?

CHET WHETTLESON: I thought it was ten pin falls in nine seconds.

REX CALIBER: Nah, it was another match. I’ve wrestled over a dozen iron men matches.

Kenny is angry, rage steaming through his pours. He wipes the sweat off of his face, takes a look at his hand, covered in blood. Murc looks at him, laughs
“I DID THAT TO YOU, BITCH!” “FUCK YOU!” Kenny explodes on Murc with a Running Forearm Smash, he takes Murc’s head off, almost. Krenshov picks up the man,
he delivers a DDT, Murc looks like a pike in the dirt when he hits the ground. Kenny covers, One Two kick out. Covers again, One Two kick out. Another
cover with the legs this time. One, Two, kick out. “FUCK THIS SHIT!” Kenny gets up, stomps on Murc’s throat then takes that barbed wire chair from before,
he places it on Murc’s chest and stomps, stomps it deep. Krenshov removes the chair.

ONE

TWO

THREE!

CHET WHETTLESON: Four minutes left! Can Krenshov tie this?

Three – Two.

They drink their water, they leave their corners. Krenshov doesn’t even lock up, he takes his boot and shoves it into Murc’s stomach, Murc jumps up. Kenny
grabs hold of his head, Front Face Lock style, he picks him up in a Suplex formation.

CHET WHETTLESON: Wait, what’s he doing? Krenshov had never done this before. What in the world?

REX CALIBER: It’s called using your opponent’s finisher on them.

Yes, Krenshov hits Murcielago with the Drop Top. Kenny rolls him over.

ONE

TWO

THREE!

Three – Three.

CHET WHETTLESON: It’s tied, it’s tied! There’s only three minutes left, ONLY THREE MINUTES!

The men say fuck the break and return right back to war. They don’t even lock up, they pick up chairs, Kenny gets the short end of the stick, his has no
barbed wire. He takes a swing at Murc anyways, he misses, Murc ducks, moves around Kenny. Murc jabs his chair into Kenny’s gut, drops the chair, he grabs
Kenny in the Front Face Lock position, he grabs hold of his tights, he goes to lift, nothing. He goes to lift a second time, nothing, Kenny punches Murc
in the gut, and takes control of this bout, then he DDT’s Murc onto the barbed wire chair. A roll over.

ONE

TWO

THREE!

Three – Four.

CHET WHETTLESON: What a comeback! There’s only one minute left. Is it even possible for Murcielago to return? What do you think, Rex?

REX CALIBER: I did that shit once, he could probably do it if he digs down deep enough.

They do what they did the last break, Murc breaks out of the hold, he pushes Kenny to the ropes, Kenny returns with a Clothesline, Murc moves out of the
way and Kenny goes right into Dale McDonald. Kenny looks around with an “OH DAMN” face on. Murc turns Krenshov over then drops him to the ground where
he secures his Sharpshooter. After all the damage Kenny’s back took tonight, he begins to tap immediately. The ref. is down, he can’t record this. There’s
only three seconds left. Murc goes to wake up the Dale, he isn’t moving. He shakes him, and shakes him, and shakes him, nothing.

DING, DING, DING

JENNY JERSEY: And your winner, KRENSHOV!

Hearing those words burn Murcielago. He grabs Dale by the head, brining him up to his feet, then he shouts “YOU PIECE OF SHIT,” and mushes him to the ground.
Murcielago rolls out of the ring and boots the ring steps, he picks it up and tosses it into the ring, it almost hits Krenshov, who’s rolling out of ring
laughing. Murcielago picks up a chair and beats the ring post with it, he warps the chair with his nonstop swings, he discards the chair. Then he places
his hands on his head “FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!”

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JENNY JERSEY: This next match is a REBEL Rules match and it is for the REBEL World Tag Team Championship. Introducing first, the challengers weighing in
at a combined five hundred one pounds and being accompanied to the ring by Rosie Cheeks. Ace Adams, Steven Wylde, THE C.A.B.S.!

“Censored Truth” hits the speakers and boos rain down from the crowd as The C.A.B.S. with Rosie Cheeks alongside appear from behind the curtain. They make
their way to the ring and here come the champions.

CHET WHETTLESON: C.A.B.S. won that three-way dance between the Bluegrass Mafia 2.0 and the Rebel Brothers, that gave them this opportunity to be in this
match. This is their first title shot and it seems like the thought of this match hasn’t left their minds all week.

JENNY JERSEY: Now introducing, weighing in at four hundred ninety-eight pounds, they are the REBEL World Tag Team Champions, Mike “Assman” Trey and Dr.
Tittylover, T-N-A!

A huge pop from the crowd as “Superfly” booms throughout the building. The Tag Team Champions come out from the curtain to a huge ovation. The two walk
towards the ring and The C.A.B.S. stand in the ring with a look of disgust on their faces. Mike Trey and Doctor Tittylover get into the ring and go to
their corner and await the sound of the bell.

CHET WHETTLESON: TNA is a huge crowd favorite, and they’re going up against a team that the crowd hates. Two different teams, in a REBEL Rules match, this
should make for an interesting match.

REX CALIBER: It better be an interesting match. I’m here to be entertained.

The bell sounds and the match is on.

Mike Trey and Ace Adams start the match for their teams. Assman goes to the center of the ring and offers a handshake. Ace smacks his hand away and starts
the match with a right hand. Assman shoots Ace Adams a glare and runs right after him, into a drop toehold. Ace lays in a couple of stomps to Mike Trey
and then he gets down to the math and locks in a headlock. The fans are not happy with this style of wrestling so far. Adams has the move locked in, and
Dr. Tittylover storms out of the corner and gives Ace Adams a boot to the head. These two teams must have forgotten that this is REBEL Rules, no tags needed!
Adams breaks the hold and Steven Wylde gets into the ring now too. He runs at Tittylover and lands a big clothesline sending him to the mat. Assman gets
up from the canvas right in between the two C.A.B.S. members. Wylde grabs Trey by the arms and holds him in place while Ace Adams lays in a few right hands.
Tittylover gets back up from the mat, sends himself against the rope and hits Ace Adams with a Bootzilla sending him tumbling out of the ring! The move
gets a pop from the crowd.

CHET WHETTLESON: This match might pick up now that these teams are on the outside.

REX CALIBER: This is wrong, I haven’t seen a tit nor a nice ass yet! Rosie.. hey Rosie!

Tittylover and Assman then start to work on Steven Wylde while Ace is on the outside. TNA whip the C.A.B.S. member against the ropes and nail a big double
clothesline! Wylde is down and Assman tries to make a pin. But before referee Jimmy Johnson can begin the count. Assman and Dr. Tittylover scoop Wylde
off of the mat and then the two of them Irish Whip him into the corner. Tittylover then whips Mike Trey towards the corner and hits Wylde with a big body
splash. Wylde takes a few steps out of the corner and hits the mat face first. On the outside Rosie Cheeks picks up the dazed Ace Adams, talks to him for
a second making, and rolls him back into the ring. Adams begins to get to his feet when Assman comes off of the ropes and lands a big neckbreaker that
puts Ace back on the mat. Trey goes for the cover.

One

Tw- Wylde breaks it up.

Dr. Tittylover goes to take care of Steven Wylde. He grabs him by the shoulders and begins to lift him to his feet, and Steven Wylde with a rake to the
eyes, and Tittylover stumbles backwards. Wylde goes on the offensive now and lands a clothesline that sends Tittylover rolling out of the ring. Wylde goes
out after him. While Tittylover and Steven Wylde are fighting on the outside Assman and Ace Adams continue to go at it inside the ring. Mike Trey picks
Ace up from the mat and whips him into the ropes. He waits for Ace to come off the rebound and goes for a drop kick, but Ace held onto the ropes and Assman
goes down. Adams lays in a few quick stomps to Mike Trey’s ribs. He then brings him to his feet near the ropes, and picks him up into a scoop slam, no,
reverse DDT! Adams goes for the cover, but before Jimmy Johnson could begin the count Tittylover drags Ace out of the ring.

On the outside it is now The C.A.B.S. and Dr. Tittylover with Mike Trey beginning to get to his feet in the ring. Tittylover is being beaten outside of
the ring. Wylde sends him face first into the top of the ring stairs, the two C.A.B.S. members then whip him into the barricade behind them. Tittylover
is being dismantled on the outside by the Censorship Against Bad Stuff. Tittylover is slouched against the barricade as Wylde and Adams lay in with rights
and lefts. C.A.B.S. are taking advantage of the rules in this match. In the ring, Assman is now on his feet and has his bearings. Tittylover on the outside
is still being double teamed though. He blocks a right from Steven Wylde, and sends a right of his own back. He blocks a right from Ace Adams and sends
another one of his own back. Dr. Tittylover is fighting back with everything he’s got. Assman yells to him “Set them up!” Tittylover lays in a few more
rights and then throws the two of them against the barricade. Mike Trey bounces against the ropes AND COMES FLYING OVER THE TOP ROPE AND ONTO THE C.A.B.S.!
CHET WHETTLESON: Wow! What a move by Mike Trey! He flew over the ropes and made it look very easy!

REX CALIBER: Yeah, it was pretty good. I didn’t do that, but it was ok.

Assman has taken out The C.A.B.S. with that high flying maneuver. All three of them are down on the outside. Tittylover picks up Mike Trey and makes sure
he’s alright. The two then begin to lay in stomps to the Ace Adams and Steven Wylde. They then roll the two C.A.B.S. members back into the ring. TNA slides
into the ring, and scoops up Adams and Wylde. Tittylover brings Wylde to his feet, and sends him back down, with a thunderous running powerslam! Assman
brings Adams to his feet, and sends him back down to the mat with a Russian leg sweep. TNA is rolling right now. Tittylover scoops Wylde off of the mat
and he comes in with a big boot, Bootzilla! Into an Asscracker! Steven Wylde goes down from a Funky Fresh! Assman lifts Ace Adams off of the mat and Irish
Whips him into the corner, he then runs and hits Ace with a running butt. Adams stumbles out of the corner and Tittylover finishes it off with a chokeslam!
Bottoms Up! Both members of The C.A.B.S. are down and both members of TNA make the pin.

One

Two

Th– BOTH MEMBERS OF THE C.A.B.S. KICK OUT!

CHET WHETTLESON: How did they both kick out?! I thought that the match was done with!

REX CALIBER: I could’ve kicked out from those moves. Hell, I could’ve taken both of those moves and still kicked out. It’s nothing to really be amazed at.
Tittylover and Mike Trey are shocked! The crowd was counting, but Jimmy Johnson’s hand never hit the mat a third time. Tittylover takes Ace Adams and tosses
him over the top rope, and follows him out of the ring. On the outside Adams gets whipped into the ring stairs, he hits them and a thunderous boom echoes
throughout the building and he goes tumbling over the stairs. Dr. Tittylover then picks him up and sends Adams face first into the stairs, and Ace falls
backwards to the floor. Tittylover then begins to lay in stomps. Tittylover then begins picks Ace up off of the floor and whips him into the barricade,
and follows it up with a clothesline right after Adams hit the cold metal of the barricade. On the inside of the ring Assman and Steven Wylde are battling
it out. Wylde whips Trey into the corner. He then runs and dives, but Mike Trey moves away and Wylde hits the turnbuckle. He stumbles out of the corner
backwards and Assman bounces off of the ropes and lands a big swinging neckbreaker. Assman has the upper hand, Steven Wylde is on the mat just beginning
to get to his feet, he is on one knee, so Assman gives the crowd a wiggle. While he wasn’t paying attention Steven Wylde lands a low blow, sending Mike
Trey down to the mat.

Mike Trey is on the mat in such pain that only a man can describe. Wylde gets to his feet and goes on the offensive by dropping an elbow on the Assman,
and another elbow, and yet another elbow. Wylde lifts him to his feet and gives him two hard knees to the gut and then locks in a headlock. Assman powers
out and lands a big atomic drop! Wylde goes down, and Mike Trey hits the mat out of exhaustion. Tittylover and Ace Adams are still going at it on the outside
of the ring, both men sending right hands to the face back at each other. Ace Adams with a rake to the eyes of Tittylover.

CHET WHETTLESON: That’s the second time he has had that done to him this match.

REX CALIBER: REBEL Rules, it’s all legal. Eye rakes are good though, they definitely buy you some time.

Ace now goes on the offensive whipping Tittylover into the ring post, and Dr. Tittylover stumbles backwards right into a reverse DDT! Tittylover is done,
Assman and Wylde are down in the ring, Ace Adams is up. He lifts Tittylover to his feet and lands one right hand and then locks in a hammer lock. He cranks
Tittylover’s wrist up and shoves him against the ring post. Tittylover has one hand free, he gives Ace an elbow to the ribs and then an elbow to the temple.
Adams stumbles back, but he still has the move locked. Tittylover sends another elbow to his temple, and Ace again stumbles backwards. Tittylover then
steps forward and rips his arm away, breaking the hold. He then doubles over Ace Adams with a big knee to the abdomen, and lands a big DDT ON THE FLOOR!
Dr. Tittylover is down, Ace Adams is down. Inside the ring Wylde and Assman are still going at it. Steven Wylde goes for a vertical suplex on Assman, but
Assman gives him a few punches to the ribs and reverses the move.

Assman lands a big snapmare driver! Wylde is down. Assman can win the match and retain
TNA’s titles right here!

Assman gives the crowd another wiggle. He reaches down and begins to lift Wylde up off of the mat. While he does this Rosie Cheeks hops onto the ring apron
and gives Assman a little wiggle! Mike Trey is almost mesmerized at the sight, he can’t stop staring, so much that he forget that Steven Wylde was in the
ring with him. Wylde sends a hard right hand to the face of Assman and then he nails the Censorplex! Wylde just landed the Censorplex on Mike Trey! Wylde
makes the cover!

One!

Tittylover tries to get into the ring.

Two!

Ace Adams grabs his foot as he rolls in.

Three!

CHET WHETTLESON: Match over! We’ve got new tag team champions! The C.A.B.S. have done it! The C.A.B.S. have beaten TNA!

REX CALIBER: It was an ok match. I was mildly entertained. Nonetheless, good win for The C.A.B.S., but a bad loss TNA. Maybe next time boys.

JENNY JERSEY: Here are your winners and new REBEL World Tag Team Champions, Ace Adams, Steven Wylde, THE C.A.B.S.!

The C.A.B.S. grab their new title belts and with Rosie Cheeks begin to head towards the back. As they walk to the back boos are raining down on them. Meanwhile
in the ring Mike Trey is beginning to get to his feet. He is using the ropes to help himself stand. Dr. Tittylover is standing in the ring simply staring
at Mike Trey.

DR. TITTYLOVER: You lost da titles nigguh!

ASSMAN: How did I lose the match?

DR. TITTYLOVER: You be starin’ at Rosie’s ass, and you get pinned by dat man Wylde.

ASSMAN: What were you doing on the outside the whole time instead of helping me? I saved you before in this match.

DR. TITTYLOVER: Dat don’t matter. You lost da match. You lost da titles!

Out of nowhere Dr. Tittylover lands a huge right hand on Mike Trey, and another, and another. Mike Trey is being assaulted by Dr. Tittylover after was pinned
in the match. Assman is whipped into the ropes across the ring, and Tittylover goes back and lands a big bootzilla to the face of Mike Trey. Assman goes
down, but Tittylover scoops him up and lands the Big Stiffy tombstone pile driver. Tittylover exits the ring and goes under the ring and grabs a metal
chair.

CHET WHETTLESON: Don’t do it Dr. Tittylover! It’s just a match!

REX CALIBER: Better him then me.

CHET WHETTLESON: Don’t you know any sympathy?

REX CALIBER: I, don’t think so.

Tittylover goes back into the ring and tosses the chair into the middle of the ring. He lifts Assman off of the mat and sets up for the High Times and he
nails it with authority on the metal chair! Assman has just been destroyed by Dr. Tittylover after he was accused of losing the match and the World Tag
Team titles. Mike Trey is laid out in the middle of the ring and Dr. Tittylover makes his way to the back while medical personnel rush past him to the
ring to tend to Mike Trey.

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JENNY JERSEY: This match is scheduled for one fall, and it is a Street Fight for the REBEL Pro World title! The only rule is that falls count in the ring
and the match starts outside the building!

And that’s all our lovely ring announcer gets out, as there is a commotion outside. Fans flock from their seats to see what’s happening. Referee Alan Stone
is with Kyle Roberts and Thomas Young, and the match is on! Young jabs a thumb in the champs eye then Irish Whips him. The fans part like the Red Sea as
Roberts crashes into a wall. Young charges in after with an elbow, but Roberts ducks and gets a double leg take down. Roberts with lefts and rights as
he tries to subdue the challenger, but Young rolls Roberts over and gets in some shots of his own. Young to his feet, and he plants a stiff boot to the
head of Roberts. He drags Roberts up, and goes for the Young Cutter, but Roberts floats over, and hits a neckbreaker. Roberts looks to the crowd, then
gets a fan to hold up a chair. Roberts hauls Young up, and slams his head into the chair.

CHET WHETTLESON: Roberts with an homage to the old ECW there, getting the fans involved…

REX CALIBER: Roberts is just trying to get out of here alive and with the title. If he has to use these fans to do it, he will.

Young is dazed, and Roberts tries to keep the advantage. He has another chair, which he sets up behind Young. Young turns around, and receives a boot to
the gut! He’s doubled over… Roberts with a Polarizer onto the chair! Young is down! Roberts covers, but it’s not falls count anywhere! Roberts looks
a bit annoyed, but carries on, trying to drag Young towards the ring. Young fights him off, getting a boot to Roberts’ chin, knocking him backwards. Young
gets to his feet, and charges forward with a big boot that nearly knocks the champs head off! Roberts is down, and Young raises his arm as if he won the
match! The fans boo the challenger, who has been busted open from the chair shots.

CHET WHETTLESON: A bit early to celebrate, he hasn’t won a thing yet!

REX CALIBER: He just took the champ down. Let him savor the moment.

Roberts tries to get back up, but Young cuts him back down with a chair shot to the back! Then another. And another. Roberts is being laid to waste here,
as Young tries to cripple the champ. Bored with the chair, Young goes off in search of another weapon. Roberts uses the break to struggle to his knees.
He manages to get to his feet…

SMACK

Young has found a garbage can lid, and he brings it down hard across the champs head.

SMACK

Another shot from Young, Roberts is on rubber legs here.

SMACK

Roberts is knocked to one knee.

SMACK

His eyes look glazed over, Young drops the lid on the floor and

SMACK

DDT onto the garbage can lid! Roberts is limp and Young covers, forgetting the match rules! He argues with Stone, who has little sympathy. The challenger
rolls his eyes as he hoists Roberts up and throws him over his shoulder, carrying him towards the ring. He reaches the guard rail when Roberts starts to
wriggle. Young tries to keep hold, but Roberts is heavier than him, and struggling. Young loosens his grip, Roberts slides over for a sunset flip? …
No, something better…

CHET WHETTLESON: ROBERTS IS GOING FOR THE BEARTAMER!

REX CALIBER: Settle down. It doesn’t matter on the floor.

Indeed. Roberts locks the hold in, and Young taps, but falls only count in the ring. But when it comes to wearing down an opponent, the move does it’s job.
Roberts face is a crimson mask after the shots from Young, and blood pours out as he strains to keep the hold locked in. Young tries to push out, but Roberts
refuses to relent. But the champ realizes the only place to win is in the ring, so he lets go, and drags Young up, tossing him over the guard rail to the
ringside floor. Roberts is up and over the rail in pursuit. Young tries to crawl under the ring, but he’s caught by Roberts, and dragged back out…

CRACK

Young found a weapon under the ring. One shot from a Kendo stick and things are evened up here. Roberts tries to shake it off, but he doesn’t shake off
a low blow! The fans boo Young for taking the easy way out, but he doesn’t seem to care. Indeed, he smiles as he watches the champ keel over. Young pulls
himself up with the ring apron and tries walk off the damage done… not happening. He’s in pain, and knows he has to end things quick. He looks back under
the ring for more plunder, finding a table. A pop from the fans, who, while they hate Young, love violence. Young sets the table up, then goes over to
Roberts, who is back to his feet, stepping gingerly. Young boots Roberts in the gut, then sets him up for a pumphandle slam! He lifts Roberts up, but his
back gives out! Roberts lands on his feet, and scoops Young up for a Moose Jaw Driver! Young with elbows to the head of Roberts, fighting the hold! Roberts
has no choice but to drop Young! Young with an uppercut, staggers Roberts, then scoops up the champ and

SPINEBUSTER THROUGH THE TABLE!

REX CALIBER: That’s great Thomas, BUT GET HIM IN THE RING!

Both men are down, but Roberts is definitely in worse shape. Young to his feet, picks up Roberts and rolls him into the ring. He crawls in after, and drapes
and arm over the champ for a cover!

ONE!

TWO!

Roberts barely kicks out! Young drags himself up with the ropes, then drops an elbow across Roberts’ chest. He covers again, and again only gets a two count.
Young goes to the corner turnbuckles and pulls the padding off the top one. Roberts is stirring, Young drags him up, and slams the champs head into the
exposed steel! Roberts slumps to the mat, and Young covers, hooking the far leg!

ONE!

TWO!

Thr- Roberts with a foot on the rope!

REX CALIBER: Come on! It’s a street fight!

CHET WHETTLESON: But the fall must take place in the ring! Roberts foot is outside the ropes! This match continues!

REX CALIBER: You got the rulebook right there or something?

Young argues his case with Stone, but gets nowhere. Roberts is bleeding even more now, as he tries to crawl away. Young grabs the foot of the champ and
pulls him away from the ropes. Young looking for the Hollywood Deathlock, but Roberts kicks his way out of that. Young grabs Roberts’ leg and starts to
kick at the knee, weakening him for his finisher. Roberts tries to fight out of it, but gets an elbow dropped across his knee for his troubles. Young tries
to hook his move again, but Roberts with a handful of tights rolls him up for a pin! One.. two.. Young kicks out, and springs back up, enraged! He lashes
out, hooking Roberts for a Pumphandle slam! Roberts slammed to the mat! Young doesn’t even bother with a cover, pouncing on the prone champion, and hooking
the Hollywood Deathlock! Roberts looks to be in supreme pain as Young puts all his weight into the hold, adding more pressure to the knee. Stone is there
to check for a tap out, but Roberts shakes his head defiantly. Young tries to pull Roberts towards center ring, but Roberts claws and fights his way to
the ropes. He’s almost there, but Young rears back and puts more torque on the hold. Roberts yells out in pain as the fans cheer him on. He reaches out
again, he’s only inches away… but Young pulls him away from the ropes. Roberts face is a bloody mess, and a pool forms beneath him as he struggles against
the hold. Young has a sick grin through his bloody mask, as he senses the World title coming his way. He gives one more good pull, and Stone asks Roberts
once again if he wants to give up. Roberts has his hand up. canadian pharmacy safe It wavers a bit as he considers tapping out. But then he changes his mind and starts to pull
himself to the ropes again! Young tries to keep hold, but Roberts wants to retain too much… Roberts reaches out and grabs the bottom rope, and Young
is forced to let go! Young hesitates for as long as he can before he lets go. Roberts tries to regain his footing, using the ropes to pull himself up.
But the damage has been done. He can’t put any weight on his leg, and Young capitalizes by chop blocking the champs leg! Roberts goes down in a heap, but
smartly rolls out of the ring. Young rolls his eyes as he pursues. He follows as Roberts crawls his way to the announcer’s table. Roberts pulls himself
up, Young grabs Robert’s shoulder and spins him around…

CLANG!

Roberts got his hand on the ring bell as he crawled past. Young is knocked silly, and Roberts, on only one leg, tries to capitalize. He wants to hit Emerald
Fusion, but a bad wheel rules that out. He gets a double leg takedown, and goes for the Bear Tamer again, but he can’t keep the hold locked in. So he starts
to look under the ring for plunder… and drags out a ladder! Huge pop from the fans for this! Roberts slides the ladder into the ring, then drags Young
up and rolls him in as well. You can see the pain etched on the champs face as he slides in afterwards. He sets the ladder up in the corner, then goes
to Young, who is back to his feet. Robert’s with a stiff chop to Young’s chest, then an Irish Whip…

YOUNG CRASHES INTO THE LADDER! He stumbles back out, and Roberts scoops him up and slams him onto the ladder! Young’s back hits steel, then mat as he crashes
down. Roberts drops the ladder onto Young, then goes for a cover!

ONE!!!

TWO!!

YOUNG KICKS OUT!!

REX CALIBER: There’s a reason he and Darko held the tag titles for so long! There’s no quit in this kid!

Roberts sets up the ladder and slowly climbs it. There is pain in each step, and it takes longer than it should. Young is hurt, but able to get to his feet.
He climbs the other side of the ladder, and meets Roberts at the top. The two men trade punches. Roberts looks like he’s going to topple to the outside,
but regains his balance, then rocks Young with a shot that nearly send the challenger to the mat! Young gets a grip on the ladder, then head butts Roberts!
A loud smack as the two skulls connect! Young takes advantage of the moment, grabs Roberts for a fall away slam from the top of the ladder! Both men hit
the mat hard! The fans are on their feet! But Young is hurt too, and unable to capitalize! After what seems like an eternity, he manages to crawl over
and drape an arm across the champs chest!

ONE!!

TWO!!

THR- ROBERTS GETS A SHOULDER UP!!

CHET WHETTLESON: And that’s why Roberts has been a success everywhere he’s gone…

REX CALIBER: Finish that sentence and I’ll break you in half.

Young picks up the ladder and sizes up his opponent, who somehow is making his way to his feet. Roberts is barely up when Young slams end of the ladder
into his face! Roberts is down! Young hauls Roberts up and nails the Young Cutter! Roberts is in a heap on the mat, and Young is on his knees, trying to
regain his senses. This match has taken a lot out of both competitors. He covers Roberts!

ONE!!!

TWO!!

Roberts again with his foot on the ropes!

Young throws a fit, yelling at referee Stone! Stone stands his ground, and the fans are on their feet as it looks like Stone is ready to toss Young out
of the ring! Young rears back to punch the ref…

ROBERTS WITH A ROLL UP!

ONE!!

TWO!!

YOUNG KICKS OUT!

Young to his feet first, catches Roberts with a stiff forearm smash! Roberts to the mat, and Young mounts the champion, laying in with forearm shots! LEFT!
RIGHT! LEFT! RIGHT! Relentless shots from the challenger! he finally stops, then hauls Roberts up, and slams him against the turnbuckles! Roberts back
connects with the steel Young exposed earlier! Young picks up the ladder and hits another ladder shot, before he sandwiches Roberts between it and the
turnbuckles. Young goes to the opposite buckles, then charges forward…

Roberts, out of sheer instinct, pushes the ladder back into Young! Young staggers back, Roberts with a double leg takedown… Catapults Young into the exposed
turnbuckle! Young’s head makes a sickening thud against the exposed metal! He bounces back, and Roberts scoops Young up! He can barley hold him but somehow
manages

EMERALD FUSION!!

Roberts collapses in pain as he covers!

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of the match and STILL REBEL World Champion, STYLIN’ KYLE ROBER—

Interrupted by Kid Rock’s COCKY! Out walks Chad Kurtis, Matthew Kurtis, Jonathon Kurtis, Will Zaluki, Mandy and two other men. Those men are Warren who
is on a cell phone, and Donovan Astros, who is talking to Chad Kurtis, who is carrying his newly won cup. Kyle is standing, bloody as hell and wondering
about the commotion. He locks eyes with Astros, and doesn’t get off him.

CHET WHETTLESON: Damn, what is this about?

REX CALIBER: Maybe Chad wants to announce his title shot, Merrytime Massacre is the next event. Back in big Raleigh!

Warren is shaking his head, real nervous like. He doesn’t look like he is in charge, like he seemed earlier. He grabs a microphone.

WARREN: Ladies and gents, and Champ… Chad Kurtis has announced to me his title shot date.

REX CALIBER: Told you.

Kyle nods his head, but still seems confused. Massive blood lost doesn’t help. Astros grabs the mic.

DONOVAN ASTROS: Yeah, I gave Chad some friendly advice and with out further ado… Chad will face you, Champ, on NOVEMBER THE THIRTEENTH… TWO THOUSAND
SEVEN!

Kyle looks at Warren, who shakes his head yes.

WARREN: The rules say the holder can name the belt and the date of which the title match is. Dude.. I’m sorry… ring the bell.

REX CALIBER: HOLY SHIT! ASTROS IS SMARTER THAN ROBERTS!

CHET WHETTLESON: …..

The bell sounds and Chad enters the ring. Alan Stone grabs the belt back from Kyle Roberts. Chad hits a Lou Thesz press and begins assaulting Kyle with
fists. Astros throws a steel chair in the ring. Chad picks up Kyle Roberts, boot to the gut!

REX CALIBER: CK FUCKING FINALE ON A GOD DAMN CHAIR… I’M LOVING THIS!

ONE!

TWO!

IS THIS REAL?

ALAN STONES COUNT OF THREE MAKES IT REAL!

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of the match and NEW REBEL PRO WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, “THE SHOW” CHAD KURTIS!

Astros enters the ring and does Kyle’s signature, “I’m Smarter Than You” temple pointing pose. Kyle is out COLD! The Mafia celebrate, and the ring is showered
with debris. The fans start to jump the railing. Chad grabs his World belt, as the boys from the back, everyone from wrestlers to security, surround the
Bluegrass Mafia and Donovan Astros. Warren looks like he is gonna cry outside the ring. His first day on the job ends in the most despicable display of
sportsmanship in REBEL history.

CHET WHETTLESON: I don’t know what to say. People are getting arrested, we have cops arriving in drones, as the security can’t hold the people back from
the backstage area. This is chaos… this is sickening chaos.

REX CALIBER; I’ve been in a riot, and it’s always better to be the man running toward the back, than the man lying beat in the ring. Anyways, Kyle loses
in his seventh defense just like me… Karma man.. karma!

With that, and the riot going on, the show ends. The ramifications of all this? To Be Announced!