There Goes The Neighborhood – 06/12/2007

There Goes The Neighborhood
06/12/2007
It’s 6:30 and the REBEL Arena is abuzz. Three title matches and a House Of Horror cage match? No wonder it’s looking like it will be another record breaking
crowd tonight! Rob Martinez is in the ring raffling off a pair of free “….In The Beginning” REBEL DVDs, while Jenny Jersey is getting her picture taken
with a group of lust filled high school boys. The merchandise booth is being manned by the duo of Warren and Mike “Assman” Trey tonight, both men nursing
injuries. The Kurtis Brothers are signing autographs for numerous fans as the ever lovely Lyndsey Valentine stands off to the side chatting up a local
radio DJ who is doing a live remote from tonight show. A murmur goes through the crowd as they spot the reclusive owner of REBEL Pro Wrestling, Rick Garrett.
Rick is shaking hands with fans along ringside and he climbs into the ring looking all business. Jenny Jersey joins him as Rob Martinez takes his places
at the announce table.

It’s seven o’ clock, do you know where your kids are?

They’re in downtown Raleigh, ready to see the best wrestling on the East Coast!

“Let REBEL Reign!!!”

“Killing In The Name Of..” By Rage Against The Machine hits and the record crowd of 413 fans pop huge! Garrett motions for the music to stop and he’s got
a mic in hand!

RICK GARRETT: Now for those of you who don’t know me…I own REBEL Pro Wrestling!

A pop for the man in charge!

RICK GARRETT: That being said, I want “LDK” Lloyd Rees to come out here right now and be sure to bring that REBEL Carolinas Championship belt with you!
More love from the crowd.

ROB MARTINEZ: Lloyd Rees of course stole the Carolinas Title belt from “The Show” Chad Kurtis last week.

A long minute passes us by.

RICK GARRETT: Rees, I ain’t kiddin’. You either come out here right now or I…

When The Lights Go Out” by The Black Keys (music only) hits the speakers and out saunters “LDK” Lloyd Rees…With the REBEL Carolinas belt draped over his
shoulder. He climbs into the ring and looks for a mic.

RICK GARRETT: You can look all you want Rees, but the only one talking tonight is me!

Rees rolls his eyes as the fans get on his case.

RICK GARRETT: Last week you took something that doesn’t belong to you. In fact you have it propped up on your shoulder like you won the thing. Rees, I’m
a man of few words so let me make this short and sweet. You hand over the REBEL Carolinas Title to me right now…Or you hit the door and don’t look back!
A huge pop from the fans as it looks like someone is finally putting the screws to The Crimes.

RICK GARRETT: Come on, I ain’t got all night. Hand it over!

Rees is yelling something at Garret but it’s lost due to the raucous crowd noise. Rees shakes his head and turns to leave the ring…Just as “The Show”
Chad Kurtis slides inside! Garrett and Jersey get out of the way as Kurtis takes Rees down to the mat and starts to pound away at him with big right hands!
Rees rolls him off and gets to his feet only to take a clothesline over the top rope and down to the floor! The crowd is going nuts as “The Show” picks
up the REBEL Carolinas Title and holds it high above his head.

ROB MARTINEZ: What a way to start “There Goes The Neighborhood!” I wonder, is this an omen for the other Crime members tonight?

Rees heads towards the back as Kurtis begs him to return.

RICK GARRETT: Are you ready for some REBEL action!!!!

A resounding “yes” from the crowd and “There Goes The Neighborhood” is on like Donkey Kong!

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JENNY JERSEY: The first match of the evening is scheduled for one fall……

“Your Disease” By Saliva hits the speakers and the fans crane their necks to catch a glimpse of the REBEL newcomer.

JENNY JERSEY: Hailing from right here in Raleigh, North Carolina, he weighed in tonight at 245 pounds…Keith Williams!!!

Williams is in the ring taunting the fans at ringside as his music changes on the PA.

Miseria Cantare – The Beginning by AF pumps on the speakers and the crowd pops huge. Not just for the newcomer who steps out from behind the curtain, but
for what he’s toting to the ring. A trash can filled with plunder.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent, he hails from Los Angeles, California and weighed in tonight at 232 pounds…Manny X!!!

Manny chunks the trash can into the ring and climbs up onto the ring apron. He turns to face the rabid crowd and throws up the “X” with his arms.

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh great, that’ll get us a lawsuit from those bastards up North.

Manny climbs into the ring and Keith Williams looks at him, and the trash can, dubiously. The referee waits for the ever sexy Jenny Jersey to leave the
ring and then calls for the bell.

ROB MARTINEZ: Time to see what these two guys have. Hope they impress us better than the last crop of newcomers.

Keith Williams goes in for a collar and elbow tie up but takes a stinging right uppercut from Manny! Williams covers up as Manny starts to wail away on
him with wild rights and lefts. Manny quickly grabs the trash can, upturns it to dump out its horde of contents, and then kicks Keith in the guts causing
him to drop his guard. Bonk! The trash can smacks across the skull of Williams and he staggers back against the ropes. Manny drops the now dented trash
can and then hits a running Cactus Jack style clothesline on Keith Williams! Williams hits the floor hard as Manny sits on the ring apron and again throws
up the “X” sign. Manny drops down to the floor and catches a rising Williams with a chop across the chest! Another chop gets a “woooo” from the crowd!
A third has Williams rolling back into the ring to get some distance between him and the insane looking Manny X.

ROB MARTINEZ: Manny X is showing us something, he’s showing us that he’s an insane bastard. Somehow I think he’ll fit right in with this kind of crowd!
Keith Williams climbs into the ring and gets caught with a European uppercut! A suplex from Williams further slows down the crazed Manny X. Williams is
looking cocky now as he hits a Pendulum elbow drop onto the chest of Manny. Williams tries for a cover but Manny kicks out at the count of one. Williams
pulls Manny to his feet and shoots him into the ropes taking him up into the lights with a high back body drop! A kneedrop across the skull of Manny causes
the wildman to clutch at his head in pain. Another cover from Williams nets him another count of only one. Williams is actually smirking as he pulls Manny
up off the mat and pops him with another brutal European uppercut! Manny staggers back but catches Williams coming in with a boot to the gut. A scoop slam
from Manny puts Williams flat on his back. standing double foot stomp to the ribs from Manny! Williams rolls away in pain as Manny goes straight for his
plunder.

ROB MARTINEZ: Williams needs to keep Manny away from anything sharp or made of metal to win this match. Otherwise I have a feeling that Manny is going to
assault Williams like a prison wife.

Williams uses the ring ropes to get to his feet and he turns to take a cookie sheet to the skull! Manny whacks him again with the cookie sheet and it bounces
off of the head of Williams and out into the crowd! Keith is whipped off the ropes and takes a exploder suplex from Manny! Manny goes for the cover and
gets a count of two. Manny returns to his plunder and picks up a barbed wire baseball bat! Manny charges Williams but gets taken to the mat with a drop
toe hold from Williams! Williams floats over and quickly locks in his Old School Genocide (Cattle Mutilation)! Manny screams like a wildman and tries to
wiggle free. It’s no go though as Williams has his submission locked in tight! The referee is on the mat checking on Manny and then calls for the bell!
ROB MARTINEZ: It’s over! Keith Williams has won his debut REBEL match by a submission!

Williams releases the hold and quickly rolls out of the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: Your winner…Keith Williams!!!

The REBEL crowd gives Williams his due as he makes his way towards the back. Manny is back on his feet and the violence lovin’ crowd also give “X” a nice
pop.

ROB MARTINEZ: What a great showing from both of these men. I predict we’ll be seeing a lot more of them in the near future!

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JENNY JERSEY: The following match-up is scheduled for one fall!

A Perfect Circle begins. Which song? You pick, because it’s not listed on the official REBEL-pro.com Wrestler Bios section. How about “Judith?” Sure, done!
Okay. The crowd looks with reserved curiosity as two men with jet black hair come out, one wearing a sloppy suit, the other dressed to wrestle.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first accompanied by his manager, Dead-End… weighing 230 pounds from Chicago Illinois, he is VICIOUS!

ROB MARTINEZ: The man named Vicious, and last week he lived up to his name destroying three other men in a Newcomer’s Ball four-way match-up.

Vicious enters the ring, Dead-End jawing with some fans on the outside. He stretches on the ropes as his music fades out.

“¡ARRRRRIBA!”

Getcho salsa on! The crowd gives a nice reaction for the unusual man coming through the curtain in wrestling tights and a Zorro-style bandana over his eyes.
He carries a black satchel to the ring with him. Could it be… THUMBTACKS?

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent, from Dallas Texas! He weighs in at 225 pounds… Fredrick Eglasies Armand-Romano… FEAAAAAR!

ROB MARTINEZ: A man who claims to have become fear “himself.” Let’s see what these two newcomers bring to the table right here in Raleigh.

The bell rings and the grapplers circle one another into a lock-up. Vicious takes control with an arm-wringer, wrenching it in on his opponent. FEAR slaps
his own shoulder, then somersaults forward, around, up and out in classic Lucha-Libre style, arm-dragging Vicious to the canvas. Fear now with the arm-bar
out of the arm-drag, Vicious begins taking to his feet. Vicious scoots behind FEAR, belly-to-back suplex, FEAR shifts his weight forward instead and again
takes his man down with a deep arm-drag. Arriba!

FEAR certainly working on the arm in preparation for the Tequila Mocking Bird submission finisher he fancies, but Vicious has lots of gas left in the tank.
Enough to take his feet once again and turn around the arm-bar, this time getting behind the man and buckling FEAR’s knee with a toe-nudge. FEAR down to
his knees, Vicious pulls his arms across the chest and over, digging the knee into the man’s back. Interesting hold here, these two going hold for hold
right now. Vicious rears back with one leg and SNAP. Kicks FEAR right in the back, nowhere to go. Fear hits the mat as Vicious looks out to the crowd,
raising his hands. He gets a few boos for that. Vicious quickly pulls FEAR up, knife-edge chop into an irish whip. FEAR ducks the lariat — but Vicious
catches the man coming off the second rebound with an explosive belly-to-belly suplex. He pulls FEAR up quickly and rocks him with a head-and-arm TazPlex!
Cover gets two, FEAR quickly makes the kick-out.

ROB MARTINEZ: This man Vicious is so explosive in the ring. He can hit a suplex on an opponent from any position it seems, and FEAR is going to have to
get his aerial game going to have a hope in this one.

Vicious now going to work on the arm, setting up for his own finisher, Shangri-La. He hooks the arm and begins to kick at the elbow. Hammerlock… into
a back suplex, right on the arm! Crowd winces in that as FEAR yells out in pain. Vicious wasting no time grabs the arm, Ju-Jigatame! He could snap the
arm, FEAR quick to grab the ropes. Vicious still holding the arm, letting FEAR know he’s not the ONLY one who can work a body part. He twists around and
drives the knee into the elbow, then pulls up. Oh and what the hell is this! Vicious with his knee in the elbow joint, he’s using both hands to — he’s
trying to pull FEAR’s fingers apart! He could break them! Referee can’t do anything, there’s no DQ or count-out in REBEL.

Vicious lets up on it, leaving FEAR on the canvas cradling his arm. Dead-End shouts out some encouragement to his man. “You got him now, finish this chump.”
And indeed, Vicious roughly hauls up FEAR — Fear fires at him! Forearm shots of desperation! Vicious stunned, FEAR hits the ropes, trying to get some
speed and momentum WHAM. Aurora Suplex brings FEAR to the canvas the hard-way. Vicious makes the cut-throat gesture and goes up top. If he hits this, it’s
all over for FEAR…

Seventh Star Press!

Nobody home!

Vicious went high-risk and paid for it as Vicious tries to get to his feet, trying to get a second wind. Vicious is already up though, he charges FEAR…
who drops down and low bridges the top rope, sending Vicious spilling out to the floor the hard way. FEAR looks out at his opponent, then looks around
the crowd and spins his finger in the air. Head of Steam PLANCHA TO THE OUTSIDE! NO HANDS, MOM! FEAR wipes out Vicious to great applause from the REBEL
fans. Fear rolls Vicious into the ring and looks to springboard in onto the man when Dead-End grabs his leg and yanks him back down to the floor. FEAR
hits his chin on the ring apron and Dead-End rolls the man in. Vicious with the SAITO SUPLEX! ONE! TWO! TH—

Kick-out!

ROB MARTINEZ: I know it’s no disqualification in REBEL Pro, but this is a singles match, not a handicap! Dead-End needs to keep his hands off of FEAR!

Vicious with a vertical suplex — No, FEAR spins out and lands on his feet! Fear grabs the fingers and walks the ropes, Eddy Guerrero style, leaping off
and taking Vicious down with a head-scissors. Irish whip by FEAR, Vicious counters, FEAR does a hand-stand and flies back with a springing elbow! He caught
that right in the face! Kick-out by Vicious on the cover. FEAR signals for the Tequila Mocking Bird, looking for the chicken-wing to set things up —
Vicious tries to counter into the Shangri-La! Each man trying for their signature submission, but FEAR somehow gets out and behind Vicious. Suddenly he
has Vicious up on his shoulders, nailing an Electric Chair Drop!

ROB MARTINEZ: Vicious hits the canvas hard, but… why isn’t FEAR going for the cover? Wait a minute, he just grabbed that black bag he brought to the ring
with him! Hold on, Dead-End on the ring apron — FEAR with a back-flipping dropkick nails him, and this crowd is buzzing! What is… is it thumbtacks?
FEAR wants to make things a little hardcore…

Open. Poured.

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh my — that’s not thumbtacks at all! FEAR just unloaded a horde of SPIDERS on top of Vicious! What in the world?! And Vicious — Vicious
is freaking out! He’s covered in spiders, trying to brush them off! FEAR leaps on his shoulders! Wait a minute VICTORY ROLL! ONE! TWO! THREE! FEAR wins
it!

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of the match by pinfall… Fredrick Eglasies Armand-Romano, FEAR!

Vicious has rolled out of the ring, completely unnerved by being covered in dozens and dozens of crawling, creeping spiders. He brushes them off, screaming
at Dead-End to help. The manager follows, holding his jaw, trying to knock spiders off. The duo go through the curtain as the crowd cheers and laughs.
Meanwhile in the ring, FEAR takes a bow, seemingly completely unaware of the spiders crawling around his feet.

ROB MARTINEZ: Ladies and gentlemen, FEAR picks up the win in his REBEL debut with some… unorthodox methods. I don’t think Vicious is going to forget this
match for a long time.

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I told the truth today and they put me away!

The crowd falls silent as the unknown music hits the PA system. And with Naked Aggression resonating throughout the arena the fans eagerly look towards
the entranceway where three people are standing in shirts, ties and very-well-pressed black pants. You can see those seams from at least a hundred meters.
The three of them walk down the aisle slowly. Two men and a woman. One man is little over six foot tall and looks to weigh two-forty, give or take a pound
and he appears to be the leader, what with his short black hair and five-o-clock shadow. His colleague to his right is another man, slightly taller, slightly
heavier but has short, spiky blonde hair and eyes as black-as-ink. And to their left is the female of the group who stands well under six foot tall and
weighs nowhere near as much as the others, but what did you expect? I know this is North Carolina, but these people are from the North. Anyhow, the music
dies down as they all climb into the ring, ladies first of course and the leader of the group lifts a microphone to his lips.

ACE ADAMS: I see a lot of confused faces in the crowd tonight and I think I know the reason – but it can wait. First thing’s first, and that’s a formal
introduction. Ladies and gentlemen, I give to you the newest signings to REBEL Pro Wrestling – to my left, the negotiator, Rosie Cheeks!

The fans stay silent as

Rosie climbs one turnbuckle.

ACE ADAMS: To my right, the muscle, Steven Wylde!

Once again the fans are still silent as Steven Wylde lifts his muscular arm up, as if to say ‘hello’

ACE ADAMS: And I am, of course, the leader, Ace Adams! And we are here in REBEL Pro Wrestling for one very simple reason. A reason so easy to understand
that even the simpletons back in the dressing rooms can comprehend it. You see, for two whole months you fans have patiently sat here and watched as these
people ‘wrestled’ for you. You have paid your money, sat in your seats and have had to put up with a bunch of crap! A steaming pile of crap commonly referred
to as ‘garbage wrestling’.

At this moment in time, as the crowd are beginning to boo, Ace hands the microphone over to Steven Wylde.

STEVEN WYLDE: Each and every week you people are subjected to chair shots, tables, use of the time keeper’s bell, the ring steps and even on occasion …
A Super Big Gulp. Well now is the time for a change. I assume you people came here for a wrestling show, not some circus.

Pass the mic on the left hand side!

ROSIE CHEEKS: But don’t worry, we’re here to totally clean up this federation. To eliminate the weapons and teach these troublemakers that there’s, well,
like another way. A clean way to wrestle and still entertain you fans.

The fans are still booing as Ace Adams take the microphone back. Now, with all three members of this new stable standing in the center of the ring, it appears
that the moment is about to arrive.

ACE ADAMS: So, ladies and gentlemen, at this moment in time I’d like to make it official. For not only are we the newest members of REBEL Pro Wrestling,
but we are CENSORSHIP AGAINST BAD STUFF! And we’re doing you all a huge damn favor!

And with that, Ace throws the mic down and out under the bottom rope as ‘Censored Truth’ by Naked Aggression starts up again. And the three members of C.A.B.S
head back up the aisle to a chorus of boos.

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JENNY JERSEY: This next match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the REBEL Carolinas Championship!

“Battle” by Gangstarr hits the speakers and the fans instantly bring on the heat!

JENNY JERSEY: Coming to the ring first, he hails from Hollywood, Florida and weighs in at 228 pounds…Dio Muerte!!!

Dio makes his way to the ring, trusty baseball bat in hand.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent, he is the reigning REBEL Carolinas Champion, he hails from Paducah, Kentucky and weighs in at 203 pounds…”The Show” Chad
Kurtis!!!

Chad comes out to a loud cheering section of young women. Most of which are wearing BGM tee shirts. The Carolinas Title is draped confidently over his shoulder.
ROB MARTINEZ: And here we go, it’s time for the Carolinas Title match!

Dio Muerte and Chad Kurtis meet in the middle of the ring to shake hands, a sign of respect appreciated by those in attendance. They back off, circle each
other, and lock up at midring. No sooner than their fingers get laced does Kurtis get the drop on the challenger with an arm drag that he holds onto and
torques right arm. Dio slips out of it and flips Chad down in front of him on the mat and goes for an armbar of his own, but Kurtis quickly grabs him with
a head scissors – but Kurtis rolls that into a pin! One, Two – almost! The element of surprise almost caught Muerte napping! Both competitors rise back
to their feet, and Murte initiates another tie-up – and gets flung damn near across the ring by a his toss. Clutching at his lower back he gets up, realizing
he’s not going to be able to outwrestle Chad Kurtis. But Kurtis gives him no time to breathe – jumping lariat knocks Dio right out of the ring! And here’s
Chad Kurtis heading through the ropes – BAM! Dio with a big right hand through the ropes, and Kurtis slips through them and lands on the outside. He’s
quick to his feet, but met with a barrage of right hand shots. One, two, three, four aaaaaand a BIG left send him flat on his back.

ROB MARTINEZ: This is not the style of match that Chad Kurtis wants to wrestle. He’s a student of the game with nowhere near the level of brawling skill
that this Muerte has!

Kurtis fights his way back to his feet and ducks under a right hand. FLAPJACK onto the guard rail by Kurtis! Dio’s head bounced off like a beach ball, and
he’s staggering about the arena floor. Kurtis follows with a picture perfect back suplex ONTO the ring apron! And would you look at this! He’s all over
him on the outside, trying to bash Dio’s skull in with mounted punches. Kurtis picks his prey up and whips him right into the ring steps – Dio recovers
and jumps onto them rather careen into them – and HOLY COW! MOONSAULT OFF THE STEPS! It wipes Kurtis out and the two crash into the guardrail! Fans reach
over and grab at two of their favorite REBEL stars, and it’s all security can do to keep them off. Dio Muerte gets to his feet first, and he slides Chad
Kurtis back into the ring. He follows – BAT in hand – after him. The crowd is buzzing now, it’s time for Dio to give the people what they want: a Chad
Kurtis Concussion! He winds up…Kurtis gets to his feeeeet……..SWING! AND A MISS! Kurtis ducks underneath the swing and slips behind the challenger
with a German Suplex!

ROB MARTINEZ: He likes these in threes!

Kurtis picks Dio up again and drives him straight back down with a second German Suplex! He could stop here, but he presses on – THREE German suplexes!
Kurtis maintains the rear waistlock. What’s this? Another German! Kurtis is on fire, he gets back up again still clinging to Dio and rips off another perfect
German Suplex, this time a release German! FIVE GERMAN SUPLEXES! FIVE! Kurtis with the cover! ONE!….TWOOOO!…..KICKOUT! How can anyone withstand five
straight German Suplexes? Kurtis doesn’t know, but he’s not about to sit around and ponder the question. He yanks Dio to his feet and blasts him with -
you guessed it – A bridged German Suplex!

ROB MARTINEZ: Somewhere, Chris Benoit has a big smile on his face.

ONE!

TWO!

THR-NO!

Dio Muerte kicks out yet again, keeping his championship hopes alive. Kurtis wastes no further time picking him up off the mat and whipping him to the corner
– reversed! Muerte sends him back first into the corner instead, and as Kurtis stumbles out connects with a Fisherman Buster! Maybe this high impact move
will buy Dio some time and swing momentum back in his favor? Muerte is up to his feet first after a three count on the two downed competitors. Kurtis is
on his way up before Muerte puts a well placed kick right to his sternum. OUCH. Even the hardnosed fans in the front row cringe at the sound of bone on
bone contact.

ROB MARTINEZ: Something tells me that that sound wasn’t good.

Muerte appears now to be in complete control and scoop slams the Champion to the mat, followed by a bounce of the ropes and a fist drop for good measure.
He pins, but gets just two. He forces down Kurtis’ other arm and pins again, but gets still just two before a kickout. As is the tried and true method,
he’s trying to make the Champion expend all of his energy so that when the big move comes, there’ll be no kicking out. Dio remains in control and scoops
Kurtis up for another slam, but the wily Champ slides off behind him, spins him around, and damn near KOs him with a SUPERKICK! Dio falls flat on his back
with his eyes rolling towards the back of his head, and Kurtis goes for the pin! ONE!…TWO!….NO! NO! KICKOUT! Kurtis is beside himself, but presses
on. He whips Dio into the ropes and bounces off the other for his springboard dropkick – misses! Kurtis nips up but gets hammered from behind with a forearm
smash, and Dio spins him around to barrage him with a round of jabs, chops, and forearms. Kurtis tries to cover up but he’s quickly overwhelmed and forced
into the corner. It’s all Dio now – CHOP! WOO! CHOP! WOOO! CHOP! WOOOOOO! He grabs at Kurtis and hits him with a sloppy-looking brainbuster suplex, he
didn’t get all of it but he’s going for the pin! One…twoooooo……JUST two! Kurtis gets his shoulder up, perhaps it would’ve been over if Dio got him
flush? Muerte decides to go to the top rope – and he’s got the bat with him! The crowd is on their feet, what’s he planning on here? A FLYING ELBOW DROP
USING THE BAT! If he hits it it’s all over!

ROB MARTINEZ: NOBODY’S HOME!

Kurtis just barely got out of the way, and now he’s got a second wind! He’s up, and he’s on fire with a flurry of right hands. Toe kick – Belly to Belly
Suplex! He hangs on – and gets Dio with another! This guy LOVES chain suplexing people. The Champion clings to his front waistlock, but Dio Muerte headbutts
his way out of it Kurtis grabs at his nose – it’s broken – as blood rushes out. Dio capitalizes and whips him to the ropes – KURTIS WITH A MONSTER LARIAAAAAAAT!!!
That’s got to be it!

ONEE!!!

TWWWOOOOOO!!!

THREEEEEEFOOTONTHEROPE!

Referee Jimmy Johnson tells Chad Kurtis that it was “just two” but Chad isn’t liking the decision. He gets right up in Johnson’s face, giving him a piece
of his mind and then some….but from behind it’s Dio Muerte! Johnson dives out of the way as Kurtis turns around and Dio hits the DEMORTALIZER!

ROB MARTINEZ: Ballgame! New Champion!

ONE!……..TWO!………THRE-KICK OUT!

The crowd erupts as Chad’s shoulder shoots up at the last possible second, saving his Carolinas Championship. Now it’s Dio Muerte’s turn to be in disbelief.
He takes off the wife-beater and throws it outside – I guess now he’s getting down to down to business? But he wasn’t counting on Chad Kurtis getting up
so quickly! Kurtis is running on fumes, but here he comes! Clothesline takes Muerte down! Dio pops up, and Kurtis sends him right back down with a shoulder
tackle. Kurtis scoops the challenger up and hits him with a Blue Thunder Driver! Cover! ONE, TWOOOOO! KICKOUT! Kurtis doesn’t bat an eyelash, he just gets
up and connects with a Standing SSP! He hooks both legs and yanks back tight, but he still gets just a two count! What is it gonna take keep Dio Muerte
down? Chad knows. He whips Dio to the ropes and cleans his clock with a Samoan Drop that almost puts a hole in the ring. And then he signals for the CK
FINALE!

He gets into piledriver position!

Locks the arms!

And gets kneed right in the gut – DEMORTALIZER! A SECOND DEMORTALIZER!

ONEEEEEEEEE

TWOOOOOOOOOO

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

ROB MARTINEZ: He did it! NEW REBEL Carolinas Champ at There Goes the Neighborhood!

JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner and the NEW REBEL CAROLINAS CHAMPION, DIO! MUUUUERRRRRRRTEEE!

The crowd is shocked as Dio is handed the belt. Kurtis looks on stunned as well. Dio starts to do a little victory dance with the belt…

When he’s suddenly pulled from the ring!

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh Lord, here we go again….

Lloyd Rees has come from nowhere and pulled Dio out of the ring! Dio gets his head rammed into the steel ringpost and Rees picks up the Carolinas Title…A
title he has to give up at the very start of the evening! “The Show” isn’t going to have any of it though as he slides though the ropes and tries to attack
“LDK” Lloyd Rees! Rees beats a retreat to the back with Kurtis hot on his tail. Back at ringside, Dio has gotten back to his feet and is looking around.
DIO: Where’s my belt? Who the (beep) took my belt!

ROB MARTINEZ: Rees again steals the Carolinas Championship belt! Again! But why? All I know is that this night has been full of surprises!

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ROB MARTINEZ: We have some seen some great action here tonight, the kind of action you can only get in REBEL Pro Wrestling. The night isn’t over yet…
it’s time for the Tag Team Championship to be decided! The Foundation, Prince Darko and Thomas Young, have defeated all comers by hook or by crook. They
are the first and only tag team champions in REBEL Pro History, but their opponents tonight look to change that. “The Sparx” Chris Corstenoca has taken
two of the greatest wrestlers in NAPW and REBEL history to the limit, including REBEL Champion Rex Caliber. Murcielago was the first Carolinas champion
before losing it to “The Show” Chad Kurtis last week. The challengers are hungry, and some would say, it’s their time tonight!

JENNY JERSEY: This match is for the REBEL Tag Team Titles!

The eerie, sinister sounding beats of AKForty’s “The New Foundation” trip from the public address, the crowd rising to their feet with boos.

JENNY JERSEY: They are accompanied to the ring by the manager, Mr. B. At a total combined weight of 472 pounds, representing THE CRIMES, they are Thomas
Young, Prince Darko, the reigning REBEL Tag Team Champions… The Foundationnnnn!

ROB MARTINEZ: The champions entering first tonight. These fans would love to see a title change tonight, but I think The Foundation would love to stick
it to the fans just as much with a retention. There are few colder men in wrestling than Thomas Young, and fewer still men in wrestling as downright nasty
as the supposed Prince of Zamunda.

JENNY JERSEY: And their opponents…

Wu-Tang, got some Wu-Tang? The crowd gives a big pop for the Manhattan Madman and former Carolinas champion!

JENNY JERSEY: First, from Manhattan New York… weighing 290 pounds! Murcielagooooo!

“Supernova, yeah, Supernova goes pop Supernova, ya think it’s over buuut SUPERNOVA DON’T STOP!”

And the crowd goes crazy for “THE SPARX” Chris Corstenoca! He storms through the curtain, pointing to the sky, rarin’ to go. He slaps hands on the way down
to the ring and gets FIRED UP… He slaps Murcielago on the back at the end of the aisle, and both men slide into the ring! The Foundation are on them
immediately, the bell sounds to start the match – but these teams are already going at it!

ROB MARTINEZ: Jenny didn’t even get a chance to introduce Corstenoca, but Katy, bar the door! We have a wild one on our hands already!

Darko and Young throwing right hands, but the challengers are holding their own. More than holding his own, the 290 pound Murcielago shrugs off Thomas’
shots and just THROWS Young into the turnbuckle. With authority! Young tries to get out of the way NO CHANCE, he’s flattened by a charging Manhattan Express.
Prince Darko and The Sparx exchanging chops, Darko goes to the eyes. Irish whip, reversed by The Sparx, Darko rebounds, Pandemonium by The Sparx! The STO
backbreaker annihilates Zamundan Royalty, the champions roll out of the ring to regroup as the faces stand tall and -dominant- in the center of the ring.
The crowd loves every minute of it.

Darko and Young huddle with Mr. B, clearly trying to figure out their next move. They look up — and get flattened by a flying Sparx! Murcielago lifted
The Sparx up in a powerbomb position, then threw the lighter man onto the opponents for a great double team. Everybody’s down on the outside, but it’s
The Sparx to first get up. He rolls Darko into the ring. The Prince stands up, woozy, before turning around RIGHT into a back-breaking, high-impact Murcielago
spinebusterWATCHOUTFORSPARX! Sparx Star Press on Darko! He makes a cover, one, two, Thomas Young with the save for his partner and the tag titles.

ROB MARTINEZ: Can you feel it? This crowd is 100% behind the challengers — could this be the night? The Foundation has to get SOMETHING going soon or
else!

Thomas Young made the save, but now he’s the one taking the punishment. Murcielago chops Young… The Sparx takes a turn. Murcielago! The Sparx! Chop! Chop!
Young is backed against the ropes, holding his chest in pain. Double irish-whip, followed up by a double flap-jack! Young splats on the canvas and rolls
outside. Darko charges in, looking for perhaps The Effect STO on one of his foes, but all he gets for his troubles is the same fate as his partner —
double flap-jack, Corstenoca and Murcielago hoisting him high into the air and bringing him down face and chest first to the canvas. Darko rolls out of
the ring, and Murcielago and The Sparx each slide out on opposite sides. They come around and continue taking the fight to the champions. Darko tries to
get away from Murcielago, hauling down a cameraman, shoving the stairs, trying to put obstacles in the way. The Sparx slams Young into the guardrail —
WHAM

Mr. B from behind with a steel chair shot! The Sparx staggers forward, but then turns around angrily. Mr. B looks like the proverbial cat that swallowed
the canary as The Sparx advances on him, but look out! Thomas Young from behind – The Sparx ducks! Young punches his owner manager in the face! From behind,
The Sparx grabs Young and nails the Face Bomb!

Prince Darko has slowed Murcielago up with a rake of the eyes, and now he’s got… the ring bell. Wait a minute, Prince Darko flies off the ring steps and
cracks the ring bell into Murcielago’s face! DING. Darko looks over and sees his partner being rolled into the ring by The Sparx. There’s a cover on Young!
ONE! TWO! DING! Darko drives the ring bell into the back of The Sparx’s head, and the man sags. Darko rolls Sparx off of his partner, helping Thomas up.
He’s giving some directions. Murcielago is getting back into the ring — baseball slide by Darko knocks the man backwards into the railing. Darko giving
directions, Mr. B reaches into the ring and helps The Foundation get The Sparx back on the outside. The Sparx starts firing wildly, realizing he’s in danger
— Thomas Young with a DDT on the concrete puts him down.

And then Darko places the ring bell on the concrete, and Sparx’s face on top of it. Thomas grabs the arms and holds them back while Mr. B holds the legs.
Darko goes to the ring apron.

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh no, not this! Don’t do it, Darko! Think about it, man!

Silence.

The crowd suddenly goes quiet. Darko is laughing as Young nudges the unmoving form of The Sparx with his toe, an unpleasantly satisfied expression on his
face.

They call it Good Night. Darko stomping the back of a man’s head while Young holds the arms back. From the ring apron, onto to a ring bell.

ROB MARTINEZ: And… Chris Corstenoca is not moving. This is a… this is a horrific turn of events here tonight in REBEL Pro. We need, we need some help
out here goddammit! Right now! A man is hurt!

Murcielago has rolled into the ring. Darko and Young roll back in themselves and start stomping and kicking Murcielago. Another referee comes out to check
on The Sparx. The crowd isn’t even paying attention to the ring. The referee signals frantically to the back. Emergency medical personnel come out, bringing
a stretcher.

And yet. A match is still going on, even as they begin to load The Sparx onto the plank.

Prince Darko and Thomas Young effectively double-teaming Murcielago, keeping the big man off his feet and down. Darko holds Murcielago’s legs, the big man
with plenty of strength to try to kick the clinging Darko off, but not in time to get out of the way of Young’s running Big Boot straight to the face.
Darko springboards to the top rope and nails a Swanton – Just Perfection! He covers Murcielago, the referee in the ring counts ONE, TWO, Murcielago kicks
out. The EMTs have The Sparx ready to go, and begin wheeling him out of the ringside area. The crowd applauds heavily The Sparx, clearly concerned…

ROB MARTINEZ: Chris Corstenoca has been taken out of here on a stretcher, never the way you want to see a wrestler leave the building, but… the tag title
match is still going on! We have an effective handicap match now, The Foundation vs Murcielago. And I don’t like Murcielago’s odds.

How could you? Even with the size advantage, he’s contending with Darko, Young, and certainly Mr. B, and of course REBEL Pro is the home of that great equalizer:
No Disqualification. While Thomas chokes Murcielago on the bottom rope, using the other ropes for leverage, Prince Darko goes outside. He starts throwing
chairs into the ring (one almost clips the referee). The crowd is heavily, heavily booing The Foundation. Darko loves it, antagonizing the front row fans
further with trash talk, even daring one guy to take a shot at him. Darko gets on the ring apron. Young gets off of Murcielago, leaving the man still draped
throat-first over the bottom rope. Darko leaps off the top turnbuckle with a leg drop across the back of Murcielago’s shoulders, and the big man reacts
like he’s been shot, holding his throat and coughing violently in reaction to the assault on his neck. Darko and Young high-five and then each grab a chair.
Young digs the top of a chair into Murcielago’s throat, further trying to damage the man.

Young lets off, staring down the angry crowd bitterly as Darko actually unfolds the chair and places it over Murcielago’s neck and throat. He sits on it
backwards and leans over Murcielago’s face, pointing right at him. “You ain’t nothin’! You ain’t taking our titles kid! You’re nothin’URK”

Murcielago is alive! He reaches up and goozles Darko! Murcielago somehow gets to his feet, goozling Darko, squeezing his little throat in his strong hand
— Young from behind with a chairshot to the back. Murcielago staggers forward, releasing Darko. Young tosses a chair to Darko and picks up a new one.
The Foundation each raise their chairs… Con-Chair-To coming up

CLANG

Murcielago dropped to the canvas as the chairs were swung. The Foundation are shaken up by the impact of the chairs colliding, and Murcielago is up! He
fires a big right hand on Darko, one on Young, another on Darko, another on Young… he grabs each man by the head! CONK! Double noggin-knocker! The crowd
goes crazy! Murcielago gets Thomas in position… and powerbombs him down to the canvas! Darko charges in… and gets caught with a spinning side slam!
ROB MARTINEZ: Can you believe it? Murcielago, fighting alone after his partner was taken out on a stretcher, is the only man standing in the ring! Could
he — WILL he pull this one out?

Murcielago pulls Thomas up from behind, hands locked, German Suplex! Now Darko goes for the ride, Deutchsland style. Murcielago looks out at the crowd through
a mask of pain and roars, pounding his chest. They’re feeling it! Murcielago pulls a resisting Darko up, literally just muscling him to his feet… and
hits a blistering spinebuster on Darko, onto Thomas Young! Murcielago covers Thomas Young!

ONE!

TWO!

Noooo! Young barely gets a shoulder up! Murcielago covers Prince Darko, ONE

TWO!

TH— Mr. B pulls the referee out of the ring, breaking up the count. The referee yells at Mr. B, asking what he’s doing — uh oh. Murcielago just reached
over the top rope and grabbed Mr. B by the back of the collar. He yanks Mr. B up off his feet and delivers a clubbing blow across B’s upperbody, dropping
the man to a huge pop! Now he turns his attention back to his opponents… Prince Darko is up, Murcielago runs him over with a lariat! Thomas Young is
getting up… Murcielago looking for a DDT!

NO! Not a DDT! The DROP TOP! Murcielago has Young up high, looking to end it, when Prince Darko clips the man’s knee. Murcielago drops Young and stumbles.
Darko stays behind Murcielago and again clips the right knee. Murcielago stumbles, stays up. Darko again with a clip — caught by Murcielago! CHOKESLAM
— Young from behind with the chopblock! Murcielago isn’t down, turns to Young, it’s Darko with a clip. Oh no, Young clips the knee again… and then
Darko. Murcielago goes down at last, and Young grabs a chair

Brings it down right across the man’s knee.

Darko on the outside, Young holds a chair over the knee, Just Perfection onto the chair onto the knee. Murcielago roars in pain as Thomas blasts the knee
again with the steel chair. He hands it to Darko, who begins to dig the top of the chair into Murcielago’s throat for a few seconds, just enough to keep
Murcielago down for Thomas Young to get the legs. Darko lets off… and Young looks on the Hollywood Deathlock.

Murcielago’s knee has been brutalized, it’s got to be in screaming agony, and Murcielago lets out a yell of pain. But he grits his teeth.

Not like this.

Murcielago tries to get to the ropes. He’s not close enough.

Pull.

Drag Young. Drag him.

Ignore the pain.

Just make the ropes.

Pain is temporary.

Glory is forever.

Just make the ropes.

Almost there.

Almost…

CLANG

Prince Darko smashes the chair into your outstretched wrist, laughing. The pain is too much. The hands curl into the body in pain, and Thomas Young is able
to pull back to the center of the ring. Darko unfolds the chair and sits across Murcielago’s neck and head.

There’s nowhere to go.

Hold on. Just hold on. Please hold on.

It’s not enough.

ROB MARTINEZ: Murcielago … has submitted.

JENNY JERSEY: Your winners, and still tag team champions… The Foundation.

The Foundation hold on, the fans throwing trash into the ring at the tag champs. Young finally releases the hold, savagely tossing Murcielago’s limbs away
from him. Mr. B all but snatches the title belts from the timekeeper and meets Darko and Young on the outside, handing them their belts. The Foundation
are all smiles, throwing arms over shoulders and making their exit, Darko gleefully batting paper cups out of the air.

ROB MARTINEZ: It is… it is hard to describe what we have seen here tonight. We saw a tag team title match turn into something horrible. The Foundation
have sent a man to the hospital… and yet, despite all that, Murcielago, for his partner and for himself, for all these fans, very nearly ended The Foundation’s
reign of terror. But it was simply too much. These men, in this No DQ, No Count-out environment, these men Darko and Young will stop at nothing to stay
on top, just like their leader-in-Crime Rex Caliber. And yet, what almost was, what could have been…

Trainers are tending to Murcielago, who’s knee is clearly hurt. The crowd is quieting, some still booing, but The Foundation are long gone.

Suddenly, Murcielago shoves a trainer away from him. He reaches for the ropes. Pulls. Reachers higher. Pulls. Pulls until he is standing on his feet on
his own.

The crowd responds by standing. Cheering. Clapping.

It is a melancholy sort of thing. It is sad, full of heartbreak, and yet, it is beautiful.

Honor.

Murcielago looks out over the crowd. His expression is hard to read. Just what does this man take from this reaction? This match? Is he touched? Is he overwhelmed?
Is he simply frustrated at the loss? Angry at the brutality of The Foundation?

Murcielago pounds his chest and points out to the crowd, then collapses to the canvas and rolls out. Gingerly, limping badly, he begins the long walk to
the locker room.

He turns only once, looking over the crowd through a haze of sweat and pain.

Curtain.

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JENNY JERSEY: This next match is scheduled for one fall and it’s for the REBEL Heavyweight Championship!

“Back In Black” hits the speakers and the pro REBEL crowd unleash the boos on the man who steps through the curtain.

JENNY JERSEY: Coming to the ring first, he hails from Toronto Ontario Canada and weighs in tonight at 215 pounds…He is the ECFW World Heavyweight Champion…”True
Greatness” Lonewolf!!!

Lonewolf, complete with the ECFW World Title around his waist, makes his way to the ring amidst the catcalls and taunts from the Raleigh crowd.

AC/DC is replaced on the speakers by Jadakiss as “Here Comes The Champ” starts to play.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent, he hails from Charlotte North Carolina in weighs in tonight at 245 pounds…He is the REBEL Heavyweight Champion…”The
One Man Crime Spree” Rex Caliber!!!

Caliber comes out from the back with his manager and former partner Static. Amazingly the REBEL crowd is solidly behind the Crimes member! Caliber looks
a little shocked at the reaction while Static simply snarls at the crowd. Good times.

ROB MARTINEZ: If you would have told me that these fans would have ever cheered Rex Caliber again I would have said you were out of your mind. But it looks
like these Raleigh fans want the REBEL Championship to stay right here in the Carolinas!

Caliber enters the ring and holds up his championship to a huge pop. Lonewolf points at the belt, then at himself and the crowd is all over his case.

ROB MARTINEZ: These two men have had a war of words this last week and we’re sure to see a classic here tonight. As if you didn’t know only the REBEL Heavyweight
Title is on the line tonight. Not sure how ECFW got out of having their strap defended.

The formalities over, the referee calls for the bell in this historic match! The two men lock up in the center of the ring and Caliber uses his weight advantage
to back Lonewolf into a corner. Caliber chops Lonewolf across the chest and gets a “wooooooo” from the crowd! A forearm shot from Lonewolf! Another chop
from the REBEL Champion, followed up by another forearm shot from the challenger! Lonewolf ducks under a third chop attempt and rakes the eyes of Caliber.
A whip out of the corner and into the ropes by Lonewolf is followed up by a high back drop from the ECFW World Champion! Rex uses the ring ropes to quickly
pull himself to his feet and he takes a drop kick that sends him through the ropes and down to the floor! Lonewolf rolls to the outside and pops a rising
Caliber with a stiff right hand to the jaw. Caliber responds by driving a knee into the ribs of the aggressive challenger and follows up with a brutal
European uppercut! Rex quickly hooks Lonewolf and tries for a suplex. It’s blocked and then reversed and it’s Caliber who is suplexed on the hard arena
floor!

ROB MARTINEZ: Lonewolf not showing any fear of the REBEL Champion. In fact it’s a smart strategy for him to keep Caliber on the defensive.

Lonewolf pulls Caliber off of the floor and hoists him up only to drop him throat first across the guard railing. Lonewolf quickly climbs up onto the ring
apron and takes to the skies for what looks to be a double ax handle only to have Static pull Caliber out of harms way at the last second! Lonewolf eats
the guard railing and Static starts putting the boots to him. The referee quickly jumps from the ring and gets Static to back off as Caliber advances on
a dazed ECFW champion. Caliber pulls Lonewolf up and shoots him into the ring before following him in. Inside the ring, Caliber watches as Lonewolf pulls
himself to his feet and then he locks him from behind and hits a high German Suplex! Caliber holds on and rolls over bringing Lonewolf with him. A second
German! Again Caliber maintains his grip and pulls Lonewolf up for a third German suplex. Lonewolf plants a back elbow to the face of Caliber! Another
back elbow breaks the grip of the REBEL champ. Lonewolf spins around, hooks Caliber and drills Caliber with a snap suplex! Lonewolf mounts Caliber and
starts to throw vicious right hand bombs at the head of Rex.

ROB MARTINEZ: Again Lonewolf has our champ in trouble. Could this be the night that Rex Caliber finally loses the gold?

Caliber shoves Lonewolf off of him and tries to get to his feet. A kick to the gut doubles over Caliber and Lonewolf follows up with a million dollar kneelift!
Caliber stagger back and bounces off of the ropes and walks straight into an inverted atomic drop. A clothesline from Lonewolf puts Calibers back on the
mat! A cover only gets Lonewolf a count of two and Caliber rolls to the outside. On the outside Caliber asks for and receives a chair from a fan at ringside.
Back in the ring, Lonewolf hits the ropes and takes flight with a suicide dive through the ring ropes! Caliber cracks Lonewolf in mid air with the chair
and the ECFW champ lands hard against the ring barrier! Rex waits patiently as Lonewolf pulls himself to his feet only so that he can smack the chair across
the back of the challenger! Another brutal chair shot, this one to the head sends Lonewolf back to the floor and leaving Caliber holding a dented chair.
Caliber tosses the chair aside and pulls Lonewolf up. With an evil smirk Caliber pulls Lonewolf into position for his Planetary Collision! Lonewolf quickly
drops to a knee and hits a uppercut on Calibers family jewels! One back drop onto the floor later and Caliber is once more in dire trouble!

ROB MARTINEZ: Caliber was looking to try and cripple Lonewolf with that maneuver on the floor but the ECFW Champion is hanging tough. Oh Hell, the marks
on the Internet will be all over my ass for that comment.

Both men are slow to get up but Static lends a hand by hauling Caliber to his feet. Lonewolf charges and Rex ducks allowing the ECFW Champ to drop Static
with a clothesline! A clubbing forearm shot across the back from Caliber stuns Lonewolf enough to allow himself to get rolled back into the ring. Rex slides
into the ring behind Lonewolf and drags him to his feet. Head and shoulders T Bone suplex from Caliber folds up the challenger! Rex again drags Lonewolf
off the mat and hoists him up plopping him on the top turnbuckle. Caliber climbs up to met Lonewolf and tries for a superplex! Lonewolf blocks it, headbutts,
then bites the forehead of Caliber and shoves him off the ring ropes. Legdrop from the top rope from Lonewolf! A cover, One! Two! Caliber kicks out! Lonewolf
pulls Caliber off of the mat and shoots him into the ropes. A back elbow to the face drops Caliber and Lonewolf follows up with a fistdrop to the head!
Another cover! One, Two! Again Caliber manages to kick out! Lonewolf is gaining fans as the REBEL crowd is now split between the two men. Lonewolf drags
Caliber to his feet and from nowhere Rex hooks the ECFW Champion and hits an exploder suplex!

ROB MARTINEZ: Lonewolf can’t allow himself to let his guard down against a vicious wrestler such as Caliber!

As if on cue the camera zooms in on Rex who is slipping something out of his boot. Lonewolf is trying to get to his feet when he takes the point of a screwdriver
to the head! Lonewolf drops to the mat as if he were shot and Caliber starts to jab and tear away at the head of the ECFW champion! Lonewolf manages to
shove Caliber off of him and we see his face is the proverbial crimson mask. Lonewolf uses the ropes to pull himself up and Rex charges in, screwdriver
in hand. Backdrop over the top rope saves Lonewolf as Caliber lands on the outside hard! Lonewolf pulls himself to the near corner and starts to climb
to the top! On the outside Static is trying to help Rex back to his feet and Lonewolf takes to the skies! A flying cross body flattens both Caliber and
Static and the fans finally seem to be behind the challenger! Slowly all three men start to stir and it’s Lonewolf who strikes first with a right hand
to the jaw of Caliber. Caliber is rolled into the ring by a bloody Lonewolf and the end looks near as the ECFW champ pulls Caliber up and positions him
for his double arm DDT finisher! Caliber spins out of the move and while still holding an arm of Lonewolf pulls him ribs first into a knee! With Lonewolf
doubled over Caliber hooks Lonewolf and hits the Planetary Collision!

ROB MARTINEZ: It’s over! Caliber retains the gold!

A cover by the REBEL champion, One! Two! Lonewolf kicks out! Rex looks shocked and the fans nearly blow the roof off of the building. Rex pulls a bloody
Lonewolf to his feet and again positions him another Planetary Collision but it’s blocked by Lonewolf! Again Rex tries the move and again Lonewolf blocks
it! Lonewolf grabs the legs of Caliber and pulls him off of his feet. Seconds later Lonewolf is trying to lock in a figure four leglock as the fans are
going crazy! Rex manages to grabs the ropes and breaks the hold. Rex rolls to the outside to regroup as Lonewolf also rolls to the outside. Rex is grabbed
from behind by Lonewolf and sent rolling back into the ring with the ECFW champ hot on his tail. Just as Lonewolf gets to his feet he takes a running STO
from the REBEL champion! A cover from Rex gets a count of two and Caliber is looking for anyway to put away his challenger. Rex hauls Lonewolf to his feet
but takes a rakes to the eyes followed up by a boot to the gut! Double arm DDT from Lonewolf! The ECFW Champ goes for the cover, One! Two! Thr…NO! Caliber
kicks out! This time it’s Lonewolf who looks stunned.

ROB MARTINEZ: Both men have now kicked out of each others respective finishers! It’s time one for of these men to pull something new out of their bag of
tricks!

Lonewolf pulls Rex up to a sitting position and locks in his Wolfs Howl (Kata-hajime) submission hold! Rex quickly grabs for the ropes and Lonewolf has
no choice but to break the hold. This time it’s Lonewolf who rolls to the outside. He flips back the ring skirt and pulls out a folding chair before climbing
back into the ring. Rex is back to his feet when he gets a chair wrapped around his skull! Rex is still on his feet! Although he’s wobbly and his legs
look they could go at any time. Another chair shot drops him and the sound echoes through the arena! Caliber is spilt wide open and Lonewolf drops across
him for the pin! One! Two! Caliber kicks out! Both men lay on the mat, each bloodied and beaten. The referee starts his ten count and both men just manage
to make it to their feet by the count of eight. Lonewolf again plants a boot to the gut of Rex and goes once more for his double arm ddt! Again Rex spins
out and this time brings Lonewolf down to the mat in his Rings Of Rex submission! Caliber pulls back for all he’s worth but Lonewolf holds on! The ECFW
Champion reaches out with his left leg and it just barely is able to touch the bottom rope! The referee calls for the break and Rex reluctantly does so
at the count of four.

ROB MARTINEZ: What more can these two men do to each other?

Caliber pulls Lonewolf off of the mat and shoots him into the far turnbuckle. Rex charges in and takes a boot to the face! Lonewolf quickly follows up with
a bulldog and a cover that gets him another count of two. Lonewolf mounts Caliber and pummels him with rights and lefts before getting shoved off. Both
men are a gory mess as they make it to their feet and they rush each other each hitting with a clothesline! As the two men lay on the mat the referee again
goes for his count and again both just are able to get up at the eight count. Lonewolf rushes Caliber who hoists him up for a death valley driver! Lonewolf
squirms off of the shoulders of Caliber and plants the REBEL champion with another double arm DDT! One! Two! Lonewolf gets pulled off of Rex by Static!
Lonewolf is pissed and rolls out of the ring to give chase to the manager! The two men sprint around the ring and Static slides inside with Lonewolf right
behind him. Suddenly Static drops to the mat and Lonewolf runs into a STO Backbreaker into Snap Flatliner from Caliber! Static rolls out of the ring as
a bloody Rex locks a dazed Lonewolf into a Koji clutch!

ROB MARTINEZ: What action! If it wasn’t for Static we’d have a new champion! Can Lonewolf hold on? Oh my God…Am I actually rooting for the other companies
guy?

He’s not the only one as the four hundred plus start to stomp their feet and chant out Lonewolfs name. The referee checks on Lonewolf and raises his arm.
It drops to the mat once. He raises it again.

It drops a second time. Getting ready to signal for the bell the referee raises the arm of Lonewolf.

It drops…NO! Lonewolf is still in this! Lonewolf has his arm in the air and is waving it back and forth showing he still has life in him.

ROB MARTINEZ: Good Lord he’s still conscious!

Rex screams both in frustration and from the pain in his limbs from applying the hold. Caliber continues to crank up the pressure as blood pours down his
face. Lonewolf starts to fight like mad and Rex releases the hold! Rex is up to his feet putting the boots to a bloody and dazed Lonewolf who is valiantly
trying to get to his feet. Rex Irish Whips Lonewolf into the ropes but drops his head early allowing the ECFW Champ to plant him with a kick to the upper
body! Rex staggers back holding his chest and Lonewolf hooks him and takes him to the mat with a modified rock bottom! A cover nets Lonewolf a count of
two. Lonewolf stumbles to the nearest corner and starts to climb to the top as the fans are on their feet. Rex is up just in time to take a flying body
press from Lonewolf! Rex rolls through and gets a count of two! Both men scramble to their feet and Rex ducks a looping right hand! Lonewolf turns just
as Caliber comes off the ropes and clubs him with a brutal bone rattling lariat! Both men collapse on the mat, Rex has an arm draped over the chest of
‘Wolf!

One!

Two!

Three!

ROB MARTINEZ: What a match! Rex Caliber just retained his title in what was probably his toughest test to date!

Caliber rolls off of Lonewolf, clutching his arm as the referee calls for the bell.

JENNY JERSEY: Your winner…And still REBEL Heavyweight Champion….”The One Man Crime Spree” Rex Caliber!!!

Static rushes into the ring and places the REBEL Championship belt across the body of Rex as the referee helps Lonewolf back to his feet.

ROB MARTINEZ: I’m sure Rex won’t admit this, but I don’t think he’ll be wanting to face Lonewolf in a re-match anytime soon!

The fans, once fully against Lonewolf give the man his props as they applaud his incredible effort. The referee hands him the ECFW World Title and we can
see Lonewolf mouth something to Static….”Next Time”

ROB MARTINEZ: My hats off to Lonewolf and the ECFW promotion. They have nothing to be ashamed of with that man as their champion.

Lonewolf leaves the ring as Static is helping his Crimes partner back to his feet.

ROB MARTINEZ: Again Rex Caliber has retained the REBEL Heavyweight Title, with a little help from his buddy Static.

Static and Caliber start to leave the ring when…

“Go Getta” blasts over the P.A system as the fans fall silent as they have no idea who is coming out. Rex looks pissed at whoever is interrupting his moment,
but the fans cheer loudly as Clint Zellor makes his way out! Rex is angry as he begins cursing Clint out.. Clint signals for his music to die down as he
has a mic in his hand.

Clint: Well well well, Looks like Rex is runnin’ wild out here on the Rebel Pro scene and I be here ta tell ya Rex, I ain’t gon’ sit there in muh crib and
let you run dis damn company to tha ground!

The crowd pops loudly

Clint: You been cheatin and squirmin ya way outta damn near e’ery damn match you been in kid. You ain’t had no real damn challenge at all to tell ya the
truth son.

Rex is looking at Clint, yelling various things at him

Clint: So Rex, this be what I’m sayin to ya kid.. July 3rd..Day before Independence Day Rex, me and you.. ONE ON WIZZZZONE for that shiny lil’ piece of
gold ya got thur on ya shoulda son! By the way Rex, you ain’t got a damn choice in this, it’s me and you kid.. do what ya gotta do brotha, because this
ain’t no laughin’ matter!

With that, “Go Getta” blasts again as the fans cheer loudly to the announcement

ROB MARTINEZ: Well…That was different. After a brutal match with ECFW World Champion Lonewolf, Clint Zellor has made his return to REBEL and laid down
a challenge to Caliber. REBEL truly is the place where…What the Hell!?

The duo of Stylin’ Kyle Roberts and Miranda jump the guard rails and hit the ring. Miranda tackles Static and wraps her bullwhip around his throat as Roberts
pummels an already beaten and bloody Caliber with punches and kicks!

ROB MARTINEZ: All Hell has broken lose tonight! First Caliber has to deal with Lonewolf, then Zellor makes his return and now he has Kyle Roberts and Miranda
laying the whoop ass on him!

Lloyd Rees is running out to help his Crimes partner! He slides into the ring and pulls Roberts off of Caliber but before he can do anything Rees is brought
to the mat by yet another figure who has seemingly appeared from nowhere!

ROB MARTINEZ: It’s Bobby O’ Brady! He was laying in wait in case anyone from the Crimes tried to help Caliber! This is insane! Now we have both Bobby and
Kyle stomping the Hell out of our REBEL Champion!

The Foundation rush out from the back and as they slide into the ring, Miranda, Roberts & O’ Brady beat a retreat! The Foundation check on the battered
members of the Crimes as the fans are stunned at the wild turn of events this evening has produced.

ROB MARTINEZ: Good Lord have we just seen a new stable in action? All of this seemed like a well organized hit on Caliber and Static. If it is a new stable
where are Al Thoes, Iago and even the monster Caliban? Jesus I need some aspirin and a score card to keep up with all this.

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On the DVD release, this is where the events leading up to the Rees versus Bruno match would be. In the arena we are watching the House of Horrors be built.
The cage is being erected, and as they have it put in place… the barbwire is wrapped around the top. As a few ring crew guys do that, as a few others
hang the various weapons from the cage. Four sets of handcuffs are placed on the cage, one set per wall. A steel chair is placed on one side of the cage.
A baseball bat is hanging from the next side. A steel pipe is placed on the third side of the cage. The fourth side of the cage has a ten foot long steel
chain. We see other things being uniquely placed around the ring. Those items include a metal trash can lid, a road sign that reads “Dead End”, and a pair
of brass knuckles.

ROB MARTINEZ: This is our main event. The cage looks hellish, and very fitting for the match to go down. Two men enter, one man must be handcuffed, and
the winner gets five minutes alone with the handcuffed loser. Lloyd Rees isn’t going to win Mr. Popular contests in North Carolina. He isn’t on the tops
of peoples most revered wrestlers lists. But for the last month, even as a part of the infamous Crimes, Rees has been dedicated to righting a wrong. His
best friend, and manager was assaulted by Brian Bruno. They have attacked each other back and forth, but this match was needed, hell it is REQUIRED for
hatred this hot. Love him or hate him, Rees is taking up for his friend. He will not allow a crazed bully to push around those weaker or smaller. For maybe
the only time in his entire career, we see Rees’ with positive signs from the fans around the arena. Not a lot mind you, but enough to get the message
that many came to see Brian Bruno get his just due.

JENNY JERSEY: The following match is set for one fall, and is THE HOUSE OF HORRORS! To win the match, they have to handcuff their opponent to the steel
cage. The winner then receives five minutes to torture his opponent. The winner will also be the first ever holder of the NUMBER ONE CONTENDERS CUP!

“Harvester of Sorrow” begins to play and out walks the menacing Brian Bruno. He is dressed in street fighting attire, cause this isn’t wrestling, but a
brawl. The crowd reacts with a barrage of boos that rival that of the Foundation and Rex Caliber. As he strolls down, he might surpass every bad guy on
the REBEL roster as most hated. He stares at the structure, and enters through the open door.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first: He weighed in at two hundred and ninety pounds. He is fighting out of Chicago, Illinois. He is BIG BAD…. BRIAN BRUNO!
ROB MARTINEZ: The man is sick, and quite possibly the craziest man in REBEL. THAT’S SAYING SOMETHING FOLKS! This man lost his right to wrestle in our sister
promotion, NAPW, losing a cage match to Simply Beautiful. Tonight he fights a very determined, very pissed off LDK.

“When the Lights Go Out” brings out the LDK Lloyd Rees, and John Salty. No other member of the Crimes is present. Rees doesn’t react to the cheers that
accompany him to the ring. They’re still some boos, but for the most part, everyone wants to see Bruno get his ass whipped. Rees enters the cage, staring
straight at Bruno. Referee Jimmy Johnson locks the door.

JENNY JERSEY: His opponent is managed by John Salty. Weighing in at two hundred forty six pounds, he is the current Unified Provincial champion in NAPW.
He is fighting out of Wabana, Bell Island, Newfoundland. He is representing the CRIMES! He is the L! D! K!… LLOYD REES!

ROB MARTINEZ: In NAPW, he has done about everything to do. He beat Rex Caliber, and D!, two of the best champions that company had to offer. He was ranked
number one in the ENN top two hundred fifty independent wrestlers in two thousand six. He is fighting for something tonight, rather just for a pay check
and a cup. He has pride, revenge, and wants to right a wrong. This match is going to be INSANE!

The bell sounds and this war begins. Lloyd Rees immediately yanks down the steel chair. Brian Bruno gets down the steel pipe. Bruno charges with the pipe,
and Rees blocks with the chair. Bruno drops the pipe and receives the chair to his stomach. Rees drops it and attempts a DDT on the chair. Bruno resists
and picks up Rees, ramming him into the corner. Bruno smashes him with an elbow, then another, then a third, and then a fourth. Spit flies from the mouth
of Rees with that last shot. Rees slumps in the corner. Bruno turns around, and tries to grab the chair. Rees grabs the ropes quickly, gets up and just
as Bruno turns around, drop kick to the face of Bruno. Bruno stumbles backward into the ropes. LDK quickly clotheslines Bruno hard, as Bruno hits the cage
back first. Rees lays in some punches, and they don’t seem to be phasing the big man. Bruno lands some shots of his own, and then Irish Whips Rees into
the ropes. BAM! Off the rebound is a sick Spinebuster that shakes the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: How can the Technical Terror overcome the brute strength of Brian Bruno?

Brian takes a second too catch his breath. He drags Rees to the nearest handcuffs and grabs his wrist, trying to get it to the cuffs. Rees finds the brass
knuckles laying in the ring, and KNOCKS BRUNO COLD! Rees is trying to recover from the vicious Spine Buster. LDK pulls himself up, and off the ropes with
the FRESH WATER FLIP! Rees takes a few seconds then tries to locate a weapon. The steel pipe is nearby, and he picks it up. He drops to his knees and mounts
Bruno, placing the bat over Bruno’s throat. He is trying to choke him, but Brian Bruno resists it, and pushes up on the pipe. The pipe is bending in the
midst of a battle of wills. Rees gives up, and jabs Bruno in the temple with a right hand. Lloyd tosses the pipe away, and Bruno is struggling to get up,
as Rees opens up with some strikes. Elbows and straights are messing up the face of Bruno. Bruno turns to on to his stomach, and Rees begins cross facing
Bruno. Bruno reaches back and snapmares Rees over.

ROB MARTINEZ: Bruno with some counter wrestling in the middle of this fight. This match is the most heated I’ve ever seen in all my years in this business.
Brian with a few clubbing shots to the back of Lloyd’s head. Bruno gets up, and picks up Rees. They are near the steel chair, and ISLAND DRIVER ON THE CHAIR.
Rees is busted open with that move.

He is grabbed up by his hair. Bruno takes Rees over to the cage, and RAKES HIS FACE ACROSS THE STEEL MESH! Blood splatters
all over the place. Rees drops to his knees and is trying to elbow Bruno away. Bruno takes two of his fingers, wipes some of the blood off of Lloyd’s face,
and licks the fingers. He then begins to elbow Lloyd on the forehead! Bruno spits the blood out, and takes down the bat off the cage. Rees is still on
his knees, and from behind, Bruno begins to choke Rees with the bat. Rees is in a bad way. Bruno lets go of the bat and choke hold. Rees falls to the mat,
losing a ton of blood in this match already. Bruno stands over him, stalking him. He grabs the wrist of Rees and pulls him to the cuffs nearest to them.
Rees isn’t cooperating. Bruno is about to get the wrist near the cuffs. Rees out of desperation, BITES A CHUNK OF OUT THE ARM OF BRIAN BRUNO!

ROB MARTINEZ: WHAT THE HELL? This isn’t Holyfield-Tyson, but that damn sure was a plug bit out the arm of Bruno.

Bruno is holding his bleeding arm, in disbelief. Rees is getting up, and seems to have a second wind. Bruno is trying to get away, and tend to his arm.
Rees, grabs down the steel chain and whips Bruno with it! AGAIN! Bruno is climbing the cage, and Rees is following him. Bruno then realizes that he forgot
about the barbwire at the top. Rees whips Bruno again, who is moving sideways, nearing the top of the cage. Rees reaches up and RAMS BRUNO’S FACE INTO
THE BARBWIRE! He holds it there, and then MODIFIED DDT FROM THE GREEN OFF THE CAGE! HOLY SHIT!

ROB MARTINEZ: LET REBEL REIGN! THIS MATCH IS UNBELIEVABLY BRUTAL!

Rees stays down too. Finally, Lloyd attempts to pull the big man toward a set of handcuffs. He is near it, but Bruno begins to stir. Bruno touches his face,
and sees more of his blood. Bruno begins to punching Rees in the face, and gets to his feet. Rees kicks Bruno in the stomach, and puts Bruno in the powerbomb
position. It’s countered with a back drop. Bruno stands away as Rees stands up. SACK EXCHANGE INTO THE CAGE! The crowd begins a LDK chant. They want him
to get up, and try to stop this monster. Bruno sees Salty outside of the cage trying to encourage Rees. Bruno goes over to him, and begins to exchange
heated words. Salty tells Bruno come get him, and Bruno steps just a bit too close. SALTY WITH A CATTLE PROD THROUGH THE CAGE, ON THE LEG OF BRUNO!

ROB MARTINEZ: A cattle prod, stun gun device just got used! Bruno should be used to that, with all his run ins with the law last year. This match is getting
out of hand.

Bruno goes down shaking, stunned. Rees is given some time to recover. Rees sets up the Dead End sign in the middle of the ring. Rees gets Bruno up, and
IT’S TIME FOR THE WABANA BUSTER! Except, Bruno wakes up and delivers a punch to the bread basket. Rees has the wind knocked out of him. Bruno picks up
Rees for a power bomb, but Rees begins to punch Bruno’s bloody head, and Bruno falls backwards into the cage. Rees holds on and gets his feet on the ropes.
He kicks Bruno in the head, turning Bruno away from him. Rees gets in position, and BULLDOG ON TO THE SIGN! Rees drags Bruno to the nearest cuffs. He has
his wrist in position and THEN IS GRABBED BY THE THROAT. Bruno out of pure instinct with ANIMAL’S FURY!

ROB MARTINEZ: No matter how much of a no good bastard Bruno is, you can’t deny there’s not a tougher man in wrestling. He has taken everything Rees has
got, and still won’t die.

They both lay on the mat, bloody as hell, tired, and hurt. The crowd are loving the brutality. Rees and Bruno stir. Rees gets to his feet with the aid of
the steel chair as a crutch. Bruno stands up, and Rees comes off with A CHAIR SHOT TO THE SKULL OF BRUNO. BRUNO DOESN’T BLINK! Rees winds up and hits him
again. NO DAMAGE! Rees looks in shock to say the least. Bruno is BLIND RAGE MODE! Punches, elbows, and body shots, all getting Rees good. Bruno winds up
and goes for a left hook, WHICH IS BLOCKED BY THE CHAIR. Bruno winces and shakes his hand as Rees nails him the gut with the chair. Bruno is still not
feeling pain, and grabs the chair from Rees. Rees drop kicks the chair into the face of Bruno. Bruno goes back into the cage, and Rees locks on the handcuff,
but before the ref can see it, BRUNO HAS RIPPED IT OFF THE CAGE!

ROB MARTINEZ: BLIND RAGE IN FULL EFFECT! He just ripped steel handcuffs apart. Rees is in big trouble, nothing has ever stopped Brian Bruno in his Blind
Rage.

Salty is yelling at Rees. Rees then feels something hit his shoe. IT’S THE CATTLE PROD! Bruno charges Rees, and takes a shock to the chest. Bruno is still
fighting, but finally is taken down with another shot from it. Bruno is laying near the cage, and Rees sets him up at another handcuff, and locks it on
him. Jimmy Johnson calls for the bell.

JENNY JERSEY: The winner and the NUMBER ONE CONTENDER’S CUP HOLDER! LDK… LLOYD REES! He now has five minutes in the ring alone with Brian Bruno.

ROB MARINTINEZ: WHAT A VIOLENT MATCH! Now what is Bruno in for now?

Rees looks at Bruno, and looks at his bloody hands. He shakes his head and walks out of the cage. Rees then says to Salty… “T’ere y’go!”

ROB MARTINEZ: Rees is letting Salty do whatever he wants.

Salty enters the cage, and begins to smack around Bruno, still out from the cattle prod. Salty kicks Bruno and Bruno wakes up. He roars, and Salty runs
out of the cage, as Bruno tries to rip off that cuff too.

ROB MARTINEZ: That’s it from There Goes The Neighborhood, what an incredible night of action! Folks if you’re not a fan of REBEL then you don’t know what
you’re missing! Let’s just hope that Rees and Salty, Hell all of the Crimes can make their escape before Bruno gets out of that cage!

We fade out on Brian Bruno trying in vain to release himself from his shackle, yelling to anyone in earshot that “this isn’t over!”

Let REBEL Reign indeed….