FIRE ON THE MOUNTAIN
07/14/2009
“(BLEEP) THE ALL STAR GAME! (BLEEP) THE ALL STAR GAME! (BLEEP) THE ALL STAR GAME!” the REBEL fans chant outside the Asheville arena as they await entrance
to REBEL Pro’s latest show… FIRE ON THE MOUNTAIN! And their anticipations and expectations will be answered when the World Title is decided. The reigning
champion, Mack, the enforcer of Young Money, will defend against arguably the fastest-rising star in REBEL Pro history… Johnny Maverick! Just over a
month ago, Bedlam shook up the REBEL Pro world, allowing Mack to become champion and Johnny Maverick to become Number One Contender in his singles debut
match. Finally, these two men will meet and will determine not only who will leave as World Champion, but who truly represents the Future of REBEL Pro?
In addition, the Final Four of 2009′s Aerial Assault tournament will be determined when the eight Second Rounders battle in matches that will highlight
the very best high-flying of REBEL Pro Wrestling, New Alberta Pro Wrestling and the Pioneer Wrestling Association. Ravager, The Show, La Reina, Steve Parker,
Mark Zout, Danny Chaos, The Freak and Jer$ey… WHICH four will it be?

Oh yeah! And if that isn’t enough… what about the in-ring return of “Assman” Mike Trey? The REBEL Icon, the winningest, most prolific tag team wrestler
in REBEL history, versus his former tag division rival: FTC’s Cuzin Zeke! Once they were the most popular wrestlers in REBEL Pro, now they are forced to
do battle. What result?

And to start the evening off, for the purposes of the tag division rankings, the new recruits Sons of Destruction will take on the Figgins Family! Both
teams have to wait in line behind “The Messiah” Lloyd Rees and “The Ego Buster” Dan Ryan, former champions The Freak Show and possibly other teams… but
what other way to get noticed than to take out another team in the opening bout of a hot REBEL card?

The fans begin to pour in. The beer is flowing. The merchandise sales have begun. THIS IS REBEL PRO.

PUT YOUR CHILDREN AND WIFE TO BED.

UNLESS YOU HAVE A WIFE THAT LIKES WRESTLING. IN WHICH CASE… NICE, DUDE. “Timeless Winter” by Into Eternity Hits the speakers as Jacob Figgins and Derrick
Daze step out from the curtain. They both receive a rather mixed reaction.

JENNY JERSEY: Making their way to the ring, at a combined weight of four hundred and fifty pounds… THE FIGGINS FAMILY!

The cousins settle down in the ring when “Cyberwatse” – Fear Factory hits the speakers and the Sons of Destruction make their trek to the ring. Being relatively
unknown to the Rebel fans they also received a mixed reaction from the fans.

JENNY JERSEY:And the opponents, at a combined weight of five hundred and seventy pounds. THE SONS OF DESTRUCTION!

DING! DING! DING!

The match kicks off with both Derrick Daze and Kayoken Shiro stepping to the center of the ring. Shiro starts the match off by initiating a knuckle lock
with Derrick. Daze buy cialis from thailand accepts the test of strength reluctantly, seeing as he is the smallest man in the match, he wasn’t going to do much over powering. Shiro
pushed Daze into the northern ropes, it seemed he got the upper hand early. Until Daze decides to drop the knuckle lock and work on the left arm with a
text book arm wrench. Shiro bends down from the pressure on his arm and meets a kick to the shoulder from Daze. Shiro rolls forward to try to get himself
out of the hold, but to no avail, he rolls once again and this time slips behind Daze countering the arm wrench into a hammer lock. Daze how to get the best results from viagra scrambled toward
the ropes to leverage himself out of the hold, but no such luck. Daze finally grabs the hair of Shiro and drops into a seated position connecting with
a jaw breaker.

ROB MARTINEZ: Great counter by Derrick. Can he capitalize?

COREY TAYLOR: Oh please, look at Daze’s records here. Does he know how to capitalize?

Shiro staggers back and right into the extended hand of Devastator. Devastator charges into to the ring upon the tag and levels Daze with a clothesline.
Daze found himself down on the mat, and Devastator goes for a quick pin.

One!

Two! KICKOUT!

ROB MARTINEZ: Ouch, in the beginnings of this match Daze is not catching a break.

COREY TAYLOR: That’s what happens when you are the smallest man in the match.

Devastator motioned to Misery to grab him a weapon to put down this runt and get the match out of the way. While misery did this , Davastator pulled Daze
up to his feet by the mohawk and sends a very crisp slap across the cheek. Misery found a cookie sheet from beneath the ring and jumps unto the apron,
wedging the weapon between the top and middle turnbuckles. Seeing the weapon placed where it was, Devastator whipped Daze hard into the corner, a loud
crack heard upon impact. Running head first into a sheet of metal was not part of Daze’s daily routine, so he was a bit groggy from the impact. Devastator
was apparently not done with Daze when he once more pulled him to his feet. Daze suddenly came to life by landing a stiff kick to the knee of Devastator.
Daze continued to chop down the tree in that manner until Devastator finally falls to one knee. Daze rebounds off the eastern ropes going for a SEATED
SENTO-NO!. Devastator catches Daze in mid air and charges to the corner Devastating (no pun intended) Daze with a power bomb into the turnbuckles. A dent
the shape of Daze was left on the cookie sheet from the impact. Devastator saw that the smaller man was obviously out and drags Daze to the center, going
for the pin!

ONE!

TWO!

THR-NO!

ROB MARTINEZ: Daze is lucky his cousin came in for the save.

COREY TAYLOR: Dude, that power bomb looked like it hurt.

The elder cousin Jacob manages to break the pin before the three. Wanting to give Daze some time to recover he drags his cousin’s nearly lifeless body to
the friendly corner and slaps the hand of Daze making him the legal man. Jacob slinks back into the ring, he was larger than Daze, but still quite a bit
smaller than Devastator. Devastator was the first one to offense by going for a clothesline to Jacob, but was avoided thanks to a basic Lucha roll. Jacob
quickly pries the warped cookie sheet out of the turnbuckles and wheels around blasting devastator in the back with it. Jacob threw the weapon out of the
ring, knowing that wasn’t going to be enough to put the big man away. And he was right, it seemed to only piss Devastator off as he wheeled around and
socked Jacob with a huge right hand making him slump against the rope. Devastator goes to send Jacob out of the ring with a boot to the skull, but got
a rude awakening when Jacob ducked and pulled down the top rope. Devastator was now straddling the top rope. Seeing this opening, Jacob went to the nearest
turnbuckle and climbed up to the second rope. He launched off and smacked Devastator off the with a huge LARIATOOOO!

ROB MARTINEZ: Devastation is finally down.

COREY TAYLOR: Took them long enough.

Jacob wanted to show off a bit of his flying arsenal, but found out what it felt like to have the ropes used against him when Misery kicked the rope from
beneath him mid-springboard. Jacob took a harsh spill out side the ring and Shiro decided to capitalize on it by jumping off the apron and landing a senton
on Jacob. With Daze still out of it, it was a two on one situation when Devastator came out of the ring and pulled Jacob to his feet, only to whip him
hard into the steel barricade. From there, it became a two on one beat down.

ROB MARTINEZ:The Figgins Family might not fair so well tonight.

COREY TAYLOR: You know, play by play doesn’t mean you have to state the obvious all the time right?

After what seemed to be a minute of Jacob getting drilled by his opponent’s, Daze was seen flying out of the ring and onto Shiro. Seeing as Jacob still
had the task of Devastator in front of him, he decided to get him out of the way by landing a kick square in the groin. The big man fell to his knees,
and Jacob followed up with a running neck breaker. Daze and Shiro was brawling out on the floor, and it seemed during the fray that Daze was split open.
But he found relief when Jacob came to his aid and both cousins kicked Shiro in the gut. They both wrapped up and connected with a double gutwrench suplex
into the barrier.

ROB MARTINEZ: I think Shiro is going to need a chiropractor after tonight.

COREY TAYLOR: They still got Devastation to take down, which is not an easy task.

Devastator crawled back into the ring, away from the chaos on the floor. Jacob was soon to follow but got a rude awakening from a sudden spine buster from
Devastation. Jacob managed to will himself back to his knees, but that was about it. Devastation came charging once more. Out of desperation Jacob threw
out his hands.

Jacob Figgins: STOP!

ROB MARTINEZ: What a desperate play!

COREY TAYLOR: Hey, Jake, this isn’t PWA bud. People don’t stop just cause you ask!

And Devastation did, giving Jacob a confused look. That was until Daze ran into the ring, leapfrogged over Jacob and nailed a drop kick right to the Sternum
of Devastation. Jacob got to his feet and slipped behind Devastation and heaved him onto his shoulders. Jacob struggled with the weight for a second before
finally nailing the CRISIS AVERTED! Jacob manages to bridge the move into a pin!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!!!

COREY TAYLOR:Why did he stop?

Jacob and Daze hold up their hands in victory after the hard fought match. Jacob panders a little bit to the Rebel fans while Daze rolls out of the ring.
Finally they both exit the ring and head off to the backstage area.

JENNY JERSEY: Here are your winners, the Figgins Family!

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“Path” by Apocolyptica begins to play, and the REBEL fans boo the reigning NAPW Hertitage CHampion loudly as he makes his way to the ring. He seems unphased,
eyes on the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: Making his way to the ring, from Brooklyn, New York, weighing in at two hunfred ten pounds…. he is the reigning NAPW Heritage Champion…
RAVAGER!

Ravager slides into the ring, and gives Alan Stone his Heritage CHampionship belt as “Tu Veneno” by Natalia Oreiro begins to play. The crowd goes nuts,
particularly the males, as The Queen of the Butterflies herself walks out.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent, from parts unknown, weighing in at one hundred thirty five pounds, she is LA REINA DE LOS MARIPOSAS!

La Reina de los Mariposas slaps hands as she runs to the ring. She slides in, finds her feet, and gets ready to fight as Stone calls for the bell.

DING DING DING

The fight starts with La Reina walking up to Ravager straight and slapping him in the face. Ravager looks at her, no emotion on his face, and La Reina then
pushes him away and lands a stiff left jab into his mush. Ravager shakes it off, but La Reina is still attacking.

Left jab. Right jab. A few straight kicks to the legs, and a spinning heel kick knocks Ravager to his back.

La Reina is up again, and she runs off the ropes. Ravager is just starting to get up as she plants a dropkick into the side of his head, and he rolls out
of the ring.

She runs off the ropes again, and Ravager makes it to his feet. She jumps over the top rope, SUICIDE PLANCHA- But RAVAGER CATCHES LA REINA! He then plants
her hard on the floor with a modified side suplex. She grabs her lower back in pain as Ravager takes a second to shake off the quick offense La Reina mounted
earlier. He gets to his feet, and La Reina is on her knees, attempting to get up. Ravager helps her, and whips her into the ring apron. She connects back
first, and Ravager follows up with a stiff forearm shot to her face. She drops to her butt holding her mouth. Ravager shoots a knee into her chest, and
backs up. He generic viagra canada customs falls sideways on the floor.

Ravager grabs her by the head and brings her to her feet. La Reina is bleeding slightly from the mouth. He rolls her into the ring, and climbs the ring
apron. A slingshot body press lands him on top of La Reina, and he attempts a pin.

One… two…

She kicks out, and Ravager pulls her to her feet. He whips her into the ropes, but when she comes back she grabs his arm.. TORNADO DDT! That move may have
just saved her from elimination. She’s up to her feet after a second, front flip legdrop across Ravager’s throat. She’s up again as Ravager grabs his throat.
She runs to the ropes and hops on the second one. LIONSAULT- BUT IT MISSES as Ravager rolls towards the ropes. La Reina holds her stomach in pain as Ravager
hops on the second rope, then the top rope, the does a corkscrew 180 leg drop across the back of La Reina’s head. He rolls her over, but she doesn’t stop
rolling as she tries to escape the ring. Ravager chases her down, intent on not letting her escape the ring. He stops La Reina at the ropes by grabbing
her leg and pulling her into the center of the ring. SHe is up to her feet quickly, and again is attacking with stiff shots.

COREY TAYLOR: This isn’t MMA, Miss! Keep it clean!

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh please!

This time, Ravager won’t let her have them, and he counters with a hard headbut to her face. She grabs at her face, and we see some blood trickling through
her fingers. The crowd offers heavy boos as Ravager continues his attack.

He DDT’s her to the mat, then gets up quickly. He climbs the turnbuckle, and performs a picture perfect diving headbutt to La Reina’s chest. He gets up,
and La Reina somehow makes it to her feet as well. Ravager’s face shows emotion for the first time- a nod of respect and a slight smile. But that doesn’t
stop him from walking around her, hooking her in the full nelson, and performing his finisher, Instant Karma. He holds it for the pin.

one… two… THREE!

Jenny Jersey: Your winner, and advancing to the next round of the Aerial Assault tournament… RAVAGER!

Stone holds Ravager’s hand in the air as the crowd begins to boo heavily.

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“Go Hard” by DJ Khaled, Kayne West & T-Pain hits the speakers as Jer$ey walks out from behind the curtain followed closely by the current REBEL Pro World
Champion, Young Money Mack. The Young Money crew looks like they mean business as Jer$ey ascends into the ring.

Jenny Jersey: The following is an Aerial Assault second round match scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, being accompanied by REBEL Pro World Heavy
Weight Champion, Young Money Mack, from Patterson, New Jersey, weighing in at two-hundred twenty pounds, representing New Alberta Pro Wrestling, Young
Money Jer$ey!

Jer$ey is looking somewhat confused as the fans here at REBEL Pro are actually giving him a warm reaction.

Rob Martinez: Jer$ey is clearly not used to being liked by the fans, but it’s to be expected considering he’s never shown the fans any love.

Corey Taylor: Well the REBEL Pro fans feel sorry for the poor guy. His boyfriend just dumped him for Mikey Massacre.

“Oddities” by ICP cues up and the crowd explodes with cheers as The Freak and Shut Down start their trek to the ring. Shut Down has a couple of extra large
bags slung over his shoulder, which are undoubtedly filled with more perverse toys for the crowd.

Jenny Jersey: And his opponent, being accompanied by Shut Down, from Anywhere and Everywhere, weighing in tonight at one-hundred eighty pounds, The Freak!
The Freak Show stops on their way to the ring to start handing out the gifts to this capacity crowd.

Rob Martinez: What are they giving out today?

Corey Taylor: What do you care? It’s not like they ever share with us.

Rob Martinez: My, my, Rob, are you jealous?

Corey Taylor: I really wanted a Mark Zout doll.

Shut Down and The Freak begin to pull out… Pimped Out Cabbage Patch Dolls? The fans are loving the gifts as The Freak back flips into the ring. Mack and
Shut Down take their places out side of ring as Jer$ey and Freak stand toe to toe in side the squared circle. Referee Alan Stone calls for the bell to
get this match started. Ding ding ding

Jer$ey hits the Freak with a quick jab, another, one more followed by a hay maker that sends The Freak to the ground.

Rob Martinez: And Jer$ey beating the faster Freak to the punch. The man has something to prove here tonight.

Corey Taylor: Looks like he’s not happy about being left out of the gift giving either.

The Freak is getting back to his feet. Clothesline from Jer$ey sends him right back down. Jer$ey starts laying boots to the back and neck of The Freak.
An elbow drop to Freaks back followed by more kicks. Jer$ey grabs Freaks head and starts to pull up the smaller man to his feet. A Quick Small Package
by The Freak.

One!

Two!

Kick Out by Jer$ey as both men rise to their feet. Jer$ey throws a jab, ducked by Freak who answers with a round house which is dodged by Jer$ey. Both men
staring daggers at each other as they nod in respect. The two combatants move in for a collar and elbow tie up, Jer$ey lands a quick kick to Freaks knee
and throws a headlock on his opponent. Holy Crap, The Freak just countered a side headlock with a wrap around head scissors.

Corey Taylor: No human should be that flexible, he must be cheating.

Rob Martinez: Do you ever listen to yourself, or do just open your mouth and see what comes out?

Jer$ey gets back to his feet just in time to be nailed by a spinning heel kick by The Freak that sends him to the outside. Mack rushes over to help out
his Young Money partner. The Freak comes flying over the rope with a corkscrew suicide plancha, Caught by Mack! The big man rams Freak back first into
the ring apron before Shut Down can get there to help his partner. Jer$ey rolls Freak into the ring and slides in after him. Jer$ey has something in his
hand as he goes for a vicious right hand to Freaks skull. The Freak goes down hard as Jer$ey connects with the Golden Sweets.

Corey Taylor: That’s it Jer$ey’s moving on to the semi finals of the aerial assault tournament!

Rob Martinez: It’s simply academic at this point as Jer$ey goes for the cover.

One!

Two!

Three…No! The Freak rolls his shoulder up just as Stone’s hand was going to hit the mat for the third time. Jer$ey is in shock, how did The Freak get
his shoulder up? However Jer$ey doesn’t dwell on it for to long as he picks up The Freak and hit him with a devastating back-breaker. Jer$ey calls for
Mack to toss him a chair but Shut Down delivers a Running Big Boot to the REBEL Pro Champion as he bent over to grab the chair for Jer$ey. Shut Down motions
for Jer$ey come on down and get the chair himself if he wants it. This proves to be just the distraction Freak need to recover enough to roll over Jer$ey
up with a school boy pin. An easy kick out by Jer$ey before the one count and both men are back on their feet. Jer$ey runs at Freak going for a clothesline,
Freak ducks under and sweeps Jer$ey’s feet from under him. Freak runs to the ropes, into a springing hand stand flip… INTO A STANDING CORKSCREW 450 SPLASH!

Corey Taylor: Holy shit, did you see that! Freak must have jumped twelve-fifteen feet in the air!

Rob Martinez: Well it wasn’t quite that high but a very impressive feat by the former World Tag Team Champion.

The crowd also very impressed with that awesome display of athleticism by The Freak as they erupt into applause. The Freak stays on top of Jer$ey for the
cover.

One!

Two… No Jer$ey kicks out before the two count.

Freak is not wasting any time to press his advantage as he goes to top rope for a shooting star press. He lands it and here’s the cover.

One!

Two!

And another kick out at two. Freak picks up Jer$ey and Irish Whip into the turnbuckle, no reversed, and Freak with the Whisper in the Wind to Jer$ey. Freak
heads out of the ring to where Shut Down is still holding the chair he took from Mack. Freak takes the chair and slides back into the ring. He lays the
chair across the chest of Jer$ey, hits the ropes, and lands a Rolling Thunder Senton to the chair as Jer$ey just gets out of the way. The Freak is hurting
from landing on that steal chair with the small of the back. Jer$ey grabs the chair and hammers The Freak’s knee, and again a shot to Freak’s knee. Jer$ey
now folds the chair onto his prone opponent’s ankle and climbs to the second rope, A DOUBLE STOMP ON TO THE CHAIR! The Freak’s leg has got to be broken!
Jer$ey lifts The Freak up to a vertical base and delivers knee breaker to former Carney. Jer$ey lifts him up for another one but Freak rolls it into a
sunset flip!

One!

And thats all he gets. Jer$ey is on his feet and begins to stomp on The Freak’s injured leg. Jer$ey grabs hold of the leg again and drives it into the canvas.
Jer$ey heads to the top rope… and comes down hard to the outside as The Freak throws himself against the ropes. Mack quickly goes to the aid of Jer$ey
as The Freak is trying to work out his leg, without much success as he can’t seem to put any pressure on it. Jer$ey is slow to get back to his feet as
Shut Down comes around the corner. Mack puts himself between him and The Monster from the Midway. Shut Down just stares down at Mack as Jer$ey starts to
dig under the ring apron and pulls out a table that’s been pre-wrapped in barbed wire.

Rob Martinez: This is not going to end well for someone.

Corey Taylor: At least the fans will love it, and if we’re lucky we’ll be seeing the end of one of these men’s career.

Rob Martinez: That is possibly the worst thing I’ve ever heard you say.

Jer$ey sets the table up on the outside of the ring before rolling back in. He heads over to The Freak and gets nailed with a standing enziguri who seems
to have been paying a bit of possum in regards to is knee. Shut Down goes after Mack… but he doesn’t have to! Mack is leaving! Where is he going? Jer$ey
is yelling at him, asking him where he is going. Mack turns around…

…AND GIVES JER$EY THE FINGER! Jer$ey is in disbelief! MACK LEAVES!

Corey Taylor: What is that coward doing?

Rob Martinez: EVERYONE has left the side of Jer$ey! He is so obnoxious he can’t keep ANY friends!

Shut Down now races to the to the curtain area and comes back with a twenty-five foot ladder. He slides it into the ring as The Freak nails Jer$ey with
a devastating Round House to the temple as Jer$ey looked on as Mack walked through the curtains. The Freak Rolls Jer$ey on to the table as Shut Down sets
the ladder up in the middle of the ring and stars climbing to the top.

Corey Taylor: What the hell is Shut Down planning?

Rob Martinez: I don’t know but I’m beginning to think you were right about it being somebody’s last match.

With Jer$ey in place on the barbed wire covered table and Shut Down perched top of the ladder The Freak BEGINS TO CLIMB THE LADDER AND ON TO SHUT DOWN SHOULDERS.
SIGHT UNSEEN FROM OVER THIRTY-FIVE FEET IN THE AIR RIGHT ON TO JER$EY!

EVERYONE IN THE ARENA: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Rob Martinez: Dear God He Killed Him! As God As My Witness Jer$ey Is Dead!

Corey Taylor: I think The Freak might be to! I don’t think either one could’ve survived that.

Shut Down heads toward the tangled mess of broken table, barbed wire, and human flesh and picks up both Jer$ey and The Freak. Shut Down gently rolls both
men into the ring and goes and grabs a beer from one of the fans, steps into the ring and pours the beer over Freaks head in an effort to revive his fallen
comrade. It seems to be working as The Freak begins to stir and try to pull himself up using the ropes. Once Shut Down sees that The Freak is moving again
he exits the ring as The Freak drags him self to Jer$ey’s broken carcass. Freak slings his arm over Jer$ey.

One!

Two!

Three!

Ding, ding, ding!

Jenny Jersey: And here is your winner… The Freak!

Rob Martinez: Please god let Jer$ey have survived that. He’s still not moving.

Corey Taylor: That was the most awesome Swanton Bomb in the history of the universe!

Rob Martinez: Thank goodness, well it looks like The Freak is moving on to the semi-finals of Aerial Assault 2009. But what does this mean for Mack and
Jer$ey and Young Money?

Jer$ey manages to get to his feet, still looking confused as Shut Down is helping The Freak. All three of them make their way to the back as the crowd gives
them a standing ovation… Jer$ey isn’t so much walking with them as walking in a cold stone sober manner, due to Mack’s betrayal, his loss or a comboination
of the two!

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“The Beverly Hillbillies Theme” by Flatts and Scruggs booms over the PA as Cuzin’ Zeke wanders out through the entrance way to a chorus of boos.

JENNY JERSEY: Making his way to the ring first, from Turkey Cross, Kentucky, weighing two hundred and sixty-three pounds… CUZIN’ ZEKE!

Zeke slowly ambles into the ring and goes to his corner, sets down his horseshoe and bucket, and taking a second to wipe his nose.

“Why Don’t We Do It In The Road” by the Beatles follows as the previous music fades. Mike “The Assman” Trey stands in the entrance way and is greeted by
the roar of the crowd. His shirt says, “CUZIN’ KILLER”.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent, from Manchester, England, weighing two hundred and thirty pounds… MIKE… “THE ASSMAN”… TREY!

Mike Trey slides in the ring and stands on the middle turnbuckle in his corner, raising his hands to the cheering crowd.

Referee Alan Stone checks Cuzin’ Zeke for any additional weapons. As Stone turns and checks Mike Trey, Zeke sneakily wraps the chain around his fist, making
sure the horseshoe is exposed. Alan Stone calls for the bell, and the two combatants charge each other. Zeke takes a swing with his chained fist, but Trey
is wise to his trickery, ducking the punch and throwing Zeke over with an Exploder suplex! Zeke rolls into sitting position and attempts to stand, but
Trey runs up behind him and catches Zeke with a bulldog! Trey rolls him over…

One… two… kickout, with authority!

Mike is quick to his feet as he runs to Zeke’s. Grabbing one foot, Trey seeks approval for the Figure-Four Leglock from the crowd and finds it. As he spins
around to bend Zeke’s leg around his, the Cuzin’ kicks him off, and “The Assman” is shoved into the ropes, his throat resting on the middle rope. Cuzin’
Zeke runs to the opposite ropes and rebounds off, aiming to squash Trey like a bug! At the last possible moment, Trey moves, and Zeke crotches himself.
As the Cuzin’ staggers away from the ropes, Mike Trey blasts him with a dropkick. Zeke staggers, but catches the top rope and stops from falling. Trey
pulls his opponent to him and attempts a Russian Legsweep, but Zeke has a death grip on the top rope. Referee Stone stands in front to check for any illegal
holding. Zeke shoves Trey forward into the ref, shoving him back. As Mike Trey attempts to prevent any falling, Zeke sneakily swings his food upward and
crotches “The Assman”, dropping him to his knees. Alan Stone did not catch the low blow and looks confused as Trey writhes on the ground. The referee admonishes
the Cuzin’, handing out a warning. Zeke is not paying any attention as he stomps Mike Trey mercilessly. Zeke grabs a handful of hair and brings “The Assman”
to his feet, much to the referee’s disapproval. Irish whip to the ropes, followed by a Big Boot, knocking Trey flat. Cuzin’ Zeke stomps on his victim’s
chest and… leaves it there. It takes a second for Alan Stone to catch on, but he gets the point and slides in for the count.

One… two… shoulder up!

Again, Zeke finds more hair to yank Trey up from, bringing “The Assman” into the piledriver position… and it connects! Cover!

One… two… shoulder up again, at the last possible moment!

Cuzin’ Zeke stands up and walks away. Referee Alan Stone finds it strange, but goes to check on Mike Trey anyway. With the ref distracted, Zeke picks up
the slop bucket and lines himself up. Trey manages to pull himself to his knees, and Zeke starts to charge, bucket held high over his head. Before he can
bring it down, Alan Stone grabs the bucket from behind. After a little power struggle, Stone yanks the foreign object away. Cuzin’ Zeke protests, with
Referee Stone not backing down, finger in the Cuzin’s face. “The Assman” is back to his feet. He runs up behind Zeke… Ass-Cracker! However, Mike Trey
is unable to capitalize on his downed opponent, having the air taken out of him from the impact. Both men are down, and Stone begins the count.

One… two… three… Cuzin’ Zeke sits up… four… five… Mike Trey is up to his knees, with Zeke to one knee… six… Trey quickly jumps up and cracks
Zeke with the Assassination! Trey with the cover!

One… two… foot on the bottom rope!

Mike Trey brings the Cuzin’ to his feet and attempts a Fisherman’s Suplex, but Zeke dead-weights him. Zeke shows Trey the error of his ways by delivering
a subtle low-blow. “The Assman” drops to his knees, and Zeke delivers another piledriver. The Cuzin’ starts his slow ascent to the top rope, hoping to
deliver the Mudpuddle. On his way up, he snags the chain bundled up in the corner. As he reaches the top, Referee Stone notices the illegal tactic. Again,
a tug-of-war ensues, with Stone, once again, getting the upper hand. Zeke struggles for balance, but maintains it, only to have Mike Trey to run up the
turnbuckles out of nowhere and deliver a monkey flip FROM THE TOP ROPE! As “The Assman” returns to his feet, he shouts out to the crowd, who responds in
kind with a loud cheer. He calls for the Ass-Cracker again, but is suddenly distracted by movement in the aisle. Mikey Massacre and Vincent Black are making
their presence known. Words are exchanged, with Mike Trey too sidetracked to notice canadian pharmacy spam unsubscribe that Cuzin’ Zeke is back up. Trey turns around and finds himself underneath
Zeke, the victim of the Cuzin’s cross body block. Zeke holds the cover… but the referee is preoccupied with the outside interference! Vincent Black is
having words with Alan Stone, while Mikey Massacre sneaks around to the other side of the ring. He tosses the slop bucket to Zeke… but Mike Trey intercepts!
Mikey is too distracted with running back to Black, and “The Assman” cracks the Cuzin’ with the bucket… but he doesn’t go down! One more crack, and Zeke
falls over like a Redwood tree. Trey quickly ditches the bucket Hearing the impact, but not seeing what was occuring in the ring, the interfering duo turn
to celebrate. The ref turns to find Mike Trey on top!

One… two… three!

The bell rings, and Jenny Jersey makes her announcement.

JERSEY: The winner of this bout… MIKE… “THE ASSMAN”… TREY!

Mikey Massacre and Vincent Black stop celebrating and turn to each other, mouths agape in surprise. They turn to look at the ring, only to see Mike Trey’s
arm raised. The two slide into the ring and blindside Trey, knocking him over and stomping a mudhole in “The Assman”. Cuzin’ Zeke regains his bearings,
grabs his chain, and joins in on the beatdown. Alan Stone tries to break up the carnage, but Cuzin’ Zeke gets his revenge and gives the referee a taste
of the horseshoe.

The crowd boos, seemingly on the verge of rioting. Suddenly, the jeers turn to cheers as “The Show” Chad Kurtis makes his presence known, limping down to
the ring. The assailants are not aware of “The True PTPer’s” entrance, allowing Kurtis to slide in unnoticed and grab the slop bucket. Vincent Black is
the first to notice “The Show”… and gets cracked! Black rolls out. Cuzin’ Zeke catches on, and is greeted with the bucket as well, sending him over the
top rope. Mikey Massacre finally catches on, and decides that discretion is the better part of valor, ducking out as Chad Kurtis takes his swing. The dastardly
trio meet up in the aisle, backing away as

the fans in attendance shower them in chants of “Pussy”. Chad helps Mike Trey to his feet, and the two in the
ring issues their threats to the retreating forces.

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The feed is interrupted. A clip from in between dark matches earlier in the night is shown… much to the anger, confusion and dismay of REBEL’s production
staff who had previously decided not to release it via broadcast or DVD just because… well… you’ll see.

“Everyone I Went to High School With Is Dead” queues up and from the back to a chorus of boos is Tommy (who’s holding a book) and Jim Jonas.

ROB MARTINEZ: The Jonas Brothers? They aren’t booked tonight, what are they doing out here?

COREY TAYLOR: And who’s the old chick with them?

The bros escort an elderly woman to the ring. It takes awhile for them to make it into the ring, but eventually they enter and Jim takes a mic.

JIM: Welcome my friends to The Jonas Brothers Smile-time Variety Hour. We got a special guest on today’ program: Edna Glickman. Who is she, you ask? Well
allow her to explain in her own words.

EDNA: I’m the original ring rat.

COREY TAYLOR: Wait, what?

JIM: That’s right! This lady has been intimate with many of pro wrestling’s biggest legends, including Verne Gagne, “Cowboy” Bill Watts, and Buck “Rock
& Roll” Zumhoffe. And she has quite a collection of anecdotes from her five decades plus of experience. She has published those anecdotes in her new book
called “Adorable Edna: the Original Ring Rat”.

ROB MARTINEZ: Seriously?

JIM: Hold up the book retard!

Tommy holds up the book.

COREY TAYLOR: Now I know what I’m getting you for Christmas.

ROB MARTINEZ: You’re getting me something for Christmas?

COREY TAYLOR: Hypothetically.

JIM: So Edna, why don’t you let the people know how you got started as a rat?

EDNA: Well Jim it all began when I was just a school girl. I met a guy at the carnival that came to town each summer, and we fell in love and started going
steady. I didn’t follow wrestling or any sport for that matter, so I didn’t know at first that he was a wrestler. But I started following his matches,
and I became a fan. And so we were together for awhile, until one day when I caught him with another woman. I got my revenge though, by sleeping with his
tag partner. The team broke up soon after.

JIM: And then you continued to hook up with different wrestlers.

EDNA: Yeah that’s pretty much what happened.

COREY TAYLOR: And now you’re an old slut. Great story.

JIM: So how exactly did the term “ring rat” come about.

EDNA: Well one day, before an AWA show, I was in the ring with Crusher and Dick the Bruiser. And as they were showing me how they got their ring names,
Wally Karbo runs out and yells at them to get that rat-faced whore out of his ring.

JIM: Geez, that’s awful.

EDNA: He was just upset because I wouldn’t take a shit on his chest. I did a lot of things, but I drew the line at defication.

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh come on, we don’t need to hear this. Where’s security?

COREY TAYLOR: Wait, it’s finally getting interesting.

TOMMY: Ah it’s not so bad once you get used to it.

JIM: You’re messed up man.

TOMMY: Yeah I know.

JIM: Come on Edna, tell us one more lurid tale.

EDNA: Oh alright. There was this one time down in Texas, when I was with the Funk brothers. Now at first, it was the usual deal, where they would take my
butt, and…

However she is interrupted by Dale McDonald, who has a mic.

DALE MCDONALD: This has gone on long enough. Remove yourselves from the ring immediately.

ROB MARTINEZ: About time.

COREY TAYLOR: What authority does he have? He’s just a ref.

JIM: Hey piss off man. This is our segment.

DALE MCDONALD: If you do not remove yourselves, you will be removed by force.

Security guards arrive alongside McDonald.

JIM: If you don’t like this segment, maybe the bookers should have given us a match this week. This is our job, and when we’re not booked, we don’t get
paid. Once was bad enough, but twice is unacceptable. So, from now on we’ll be on every show, one way or another.

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah give him hell Joe.

ROB MARTINEZ: That’s Jim, and I don’t think he should be giving anyone hell. He needs to leave before he gets into trouble.

The security guards have come down to ringside as Tommy takes Edna’s hand and exits. Jim sees them and quickly signs off.

JIM: This has been the Jonas Brothers Smile-Time Variety Hour. Thanks to our guest Edna Glickman. “Adorable Edna: the Original Ring Rat” should be on book
shelves soon.

He drops the mic down and follows Edna and Tommy through the crowd and out of the arena.

ROB MARTINEZ: Well that’s finally over. Let’s get back to the wrestling.

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Those damn Jonas Brothers! We find ourselves at the beginning of the next match!

Chaos wasted no time as he begins pounding away at Zout before the match even begins falling back to his MMA roots and forgetting at least for the time
being about the aerial moves. Zout is trying to fight back but Chaos continues to dominate the early part of this match-up forcing Zout into the corner
with a series of knee and elbow strikes. It’s early in the match but if Chaos doesn’t get something going soon it maybe the end. Chaos takes Zout down
with one of his many Muay Tia kicks and then executes a hurricanna. Zout as well as the fans have been caught off guard by this offensive explosion by
Chaos as he goes for the pin, the ref counts…

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

No somehow Zout kicks out to the surpise of Chaos and the crowd. Zout smartly rolls to the outside to regroup. Chaos only allow Zout a few seconds before
joining him outside of the ring but Zout is too quick and he slides back under the ropes and prepares to hopefully get some offense going. Chaos charges
Zout trying to remain in control of the match he has dominated but Zout moves and takes him down with a backcracker. That one move has just change the
tempo of the match and gave Zout some much need momentum. But the question remains is Zout going to be able to capitalize. He answers that quickly as he
measures Chaos and lands a standing shooting star press as Chaos makes it back to his feet. Zout feels the momentum and the crowd is loving the action
so far. Chaos attempts to go for a strike but right now everything is going right for Zout as he executes a dropkick followed by a Pike Place that takes
Chaos to the mat. Zout looks at

the crowd then looks at the turnbuckle. Sensing it time for a high risk move. Zout climbs to the top as the crowd is loving.
Zout executes the Pacific Plunge but he lands awkwardly and is unable to make the cover right away.Zout makes the cover as the ref counts…

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

No, not this time as Chaos manages to kick out at the very last second. You have to wonder if Zout landing caused him the pin. Zout has no time to dweel
on that as Chaos fights his way back to his feet. Both men are going at it taking to get the momentum back in their favor as this has truly been a back
and forth match. Chaos regains the momentum once again relaying on his MMA background much to the disapproval of the crowd. But Chaos seems to have a new
attitude here as his knees and elbows have once agains given him the advantage. But the advantage is short lived as Zout catches Chaos off guard with a
variation of the “619”. Zout followed that up with a springboard cross body block into a pin as the ref get into position and makes the counts…

ONE!

TWO!

Chaos kicks out again. Zout feeling the momentum goes back to the top turnbuckle to set up another high risk move but Chaos gets back to his feet and joins
Zout on the turnbuckle and the two exchange rights and lefts before Chaos seems to grab he advantage as Zout loses his balance and begins to fall towards
the mat. But as he is falling he manages to lock his legs around Chaos causing both men to hit the mat hard. Alan Stone checks on both men. Both men seem
to be out but he is powerless with Rebel no countout rules. The fans begin to count themselves and as they reach eight we begin to see some movement as
both men try to reach the rope to keep them get up. Chaos is the first to his feet but Zout is not far behind as he nips up as both men try to shake off
the effects of the fall. Chaos looks to gain the advantage with a springboard clothesline but Zout counters with a leg feed enzuigiri that seems at least
temporarily to take Chaos’ breath. Zout looks quickly to captialize climbing to the top turnbuckle for a picture perfect frog splash. Zout makes the cover
as Stone makes the counts…

ONE!

TWO!

Kickout with authority by Chaos who gets to his feet and delivers a spear to Zout who is caught off guard by the surge of offense. Chaos stays on the attack
with a series of knee and elbow strikes once again relying heavily on his MMA background. Chaos once again forces Zout to the ropes this time forcing him
into a turnbuckle before delivering a series of chops. Chaos seems to be setting Zout up for something but in a surpise maybe depression move Zout manages
to do execute a neckbreacker off the second turnbuckle that has once again switched this match which has been not only a back and forth match up but a
battle of styles. Zout stays on the offense with another picture perfect frog splash but this time he doesn’t go for the cover. This time he goes back
to the top turnbuckle to the delight of the fans. But what or should I say who is it we got here as Vincent Black. He just standing there at the foot of
the ring but it was enough to distract Zout just long enough for Chaos to get back to his feet and make it to the ropes to shake Zout off the turnbuckle
causing him to crash and burn onto the mat. Chaos takes quick advantage of the situation by sitting up and executing the Edge Break before delivering the
Chaos theory as Alan Stone makes the count…

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Kickout by Zout by it was too late as Alan Stone raises Danny Chaos’ hand in victory. Vincent Black just smiles and heads back to the locker room.

JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner advancing to the next round of the Aerial Assault tournament… DANNY CHAOS!

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“Dirty Hands, Empty Pockets” by Corrosion of Conformity queues up and Steve Parker struts from the back to a slightly negative reaction. He points and
smiles to fans holding an American flag, probably sure that they brought it for them, never considering that REBEL has a very patriotic base.

JENNY JERSEY: Representing NAPW, he hails from Boston Massachusetts, weighing two hundred and nineteen pounds… “THE STAR SPANGLED SENSATION” STEVE PARKER!

While in mid-pose, Parker’s music fades out, apparently ticking him off…

“Cocky” by Kid Rock hits the speakers!

JENNY JERSEY: From Paducah Kentucky, he weighs in at two hundred and thirty pounds; he is your Rebel Pro Carolinas Champion… “THE SHOW” CHAD KURTIS!

Chad walks down the entrance way, slightly limping, but not seeming to notice or care…

DING DING

The two aerial athletes circle each other, sizing the other up. Collar-and-elbow. Parker, though slightly smaller than Kurtis, pushes him towards the corner
but Kurtis pushes back, then breaks through with a side headlock. Parker reverses into an arm ringer which Kurtis quickly somersaults out of, flipping
Parker, who lands on his feet and applies another arm ringer. Kurtis rolls through, stands and hip tosses Parker to the mat. Parker quickly to his feet,
trips out both of Kurtis’ legs, rolls through for a pinfall attempt but Kurtis immediately kicks out. Both men back up. Kurtis with a kick, caught by Parker.
Enzuigiri… ducked by Parker! But a back kick makes its mark! Parker stumbles back. Kurtis charges. Parker with a drop toe hold that sends Kurtis’ throat
across the ropes! Parker whips Kurtis across the ring. Ducks his head but telegraphs it and Kurtis meets him with a boot to the head! Kurtis off of the
ropes… swinging neckbreaker! Kurtis going up top! But Parker meets him up there. They’re exchanging rights and lefts, rights and lefts! Kurtis with a roaring
elbow! Caught by Parker… Belly-to-Belly Superplex! He drapes an arm…

One! Two! Kickout!

Parker stands, one of Kurtis’ feet in tow and drops an elbow on his knee, then turns it into a kneelock. He is trying to ground The Show who as everyone
knows has a soar ACL! Kurtis struggles to free himself… he reverses into a headscissors on Parker! And he gets to his feet! Arm-drag takedown to Parker
but he is quickly back up! Shoulder block from Parker sends The Show down but he is quickly back up. Headscissors takedown to The Show! Parker with a dropkick
to the back of Kurtis’ knee! He is going for another kneelock but The Show kicks him away! Trips Parker’s legs, quick cover but an immediate roll-out.
Parker stands. Kick to the back of Kurtis’ head! Another… no! Ducked by The Show! The Show rolls to his feet, ducks an axe kick from Parker! Waistlock!
Reversed into another waistlock! Parker with a takedown! He half nelsons The Show over. To his feet. Drops an elbow… misses its mark! The Show to his feet!
Whips Parker… reversed. Parker with a big spinebuster on The Show! Parker going up top for a moonsault… but The Show rolls out of the way! The Show with
an Asai moonsault! Cover!

One! Two! Kickout!

The Show picks up Parker. Irish whip. Ducks down, Parker hops over him, off of the opposite ropes. The Show with a kneelift! Parker stumbles back. Roaring
elbow! Another! A third… blocked by Parker! Parker with an eye gouge! Fist! Fist! Irish whips The Show! Kurtis ducks a clothesline. Kurtis with a Superkick
but Parker catches it! Spins Kurtis around. Clothesline, ducked by The Show! STARMAKER! NO! Parker LANDS ON HIS FEET! Inverted DDT to The Show! Parker
goes up top. This time he hits the Moonsault! Cover!

One! Two! Th—kickout!

Parker is going back up top… Senton Splash! Cover!

One! Two! Th—kickout!

Parker looks frustrated, but… it’s Chad Kurtis. Looks like he is going to try to ground him again. He applies a Sharpshooter! But Kurtis immediately crawls
towards he ropes and breaks the hold! He crawls to the outside, limping slightly. Here comes Parker… Plancha! NO! Kurtis moves out of the way and Parker
crashes into the guard rail! Parker struggles to get to his feet but Kurtis sends him back down with SHOWTIME ON THE CEMENT! HOLY SHIT! He rolls Parker
into the ring. COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE—NO! NO!

KICKOUT!

Kurtis looks frustrated but the Star-Spangled Senstation is one tough SOB! He picks Parker up… going for the CK FINALE! He is having trouble getting him
up because of his ACL… he tries again… but Parker reverses into a back body drop! Kurtis gets up quickly but a clothesline sends him back down! He picks
The Show up… AMERICAN SUPLEX! COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE—NO! NO!

KICKOUT!

Parker argues with the referee, giving Kurtis enough time to roll him up!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

NO!

Parker grabs the rope in the nick of time! He stands up! He delivers big boots to The Show! He picks up Kurtis, whips him from corner to the other, no!
Kurtis reverses! Kurtis runs in… Parker with a springboard back elbow that sends Kurtis down! Parker goes up top… flying elbow drop… no! Kurtis rolls out
of the way! SPRINGBOARD 450! COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

NO!

Parker kicks out at the last second! The fans are going nuts, cheering for both men in this incredible aerial competition! Both men are beyond winded, struggling
to get to their feet. This match will be won by whoever can pull out all stops! The Show gets to his feet first as Parker uses the ropes to stand. The
Show dropkicks Parker to the outside! The Show is limping, definitely showing signs of wear and tear on his knee. But that doesn’t stop him from nailing
Parker with a twisting Plancha! Both men are now on the outside, struggling to get to their feet. Punch! Punch! Both men with tired swings at the other,
none able to land with much effectiveness. Kurtis with a punch… blocked by Parker! Headbutt by Parker! Another! Parker grabs a steel chair, swings it at
Kurtis, Kurtis ducks and the chair hits the ring post! Kurtis grabs Parker’s head and throws it at the ring post, sending him to the ground! Kurtis picks
up Parker… he’s going for the CK Finale on the OUTSIDE! NO! NO! Parker reverses into a HUGE DDT ON THE OUTSIDE! Parker rolls Kurtis into the ring. COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE—NO! NO!

Parker rolls to the outside and rolls a table into the ring. He leans it against the corner. He picks up Kurtis. Irish whip into the table… no! Reversed
by The Show! Parker runs up the table and flips behind The Show! INCREDIBLE! SUPER-SIZED KICK! The Show lands against the table! Parker runs from the corner
with a SPEAR! BUT THE SHOW MOVES! PARKER CRASHES THROUGH THE TABLE! Both men are KNOCKED OUT!

The fans are going NUTS, cheering for this INCREDIBLE MATCH! The Show gets to his feet a split second before Parker does. Kick to the gut! CK FINALE! HE
NAILS IT! He goes to make a cover… but falls right in front of Parker! He crawls towards him… finally drapes an arm!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

NO! NO!

PARKER KICKS OUT! THE SHOW WAS TOO LATE WITH HIS COVER!

The referee checking both men to see if they can go on. Parker is out of it but The Show has some gas left in him. He slowly stands, pulling Parker up with
him. He is bringing him up top! He is going to go for the CK FINALE 2.0! But Parker fires back with some side elbows! Catches The Show in a Cobra Clutch!
COBRA CLUTCH SUPERPLEX! HOLY SHIT! RIGHT INTO THE FREEDOM FRYER!

The Show trying to remove himself from the submission maneuver but how can he?!? He reaches for the ropes, hoping to use their added leverage to break the
hold. He reaches his free arm towards it but he is too far. He crawls, attempting… he is almost there! NO! Parker releases the hold and drags him back
to the center and re-applies it! DEAD CENTER OF THE RING! Kurtis still crawling towards the ropes… almost there… Parker again releases it, drags him back
towards the center! But Kurtis kicks him away! He charges at The Show, attempts the Freedom Fryer again! NO! NO! THE SHOW WITH A SMALL PACKAGE!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

KICKOUT! But is it too late? John Sharplin says it was TOO LATE! This one is over!

JENNY JERSEY: And your winner, who will advance to the Semi-Finals of the Aerial Assault tournament… “THE SHOW” CHAD KURTIS!

The fans erupt in cheers and applause for both men! Sharplin helps Chad Kurtis to his feet and raises his arm in victory. Steve Parker looks shocked that
Kurtis pulled out the win. He gives a disgusted look towards Sharplin, mutters something about a “liberal conspiracy,” then makes his way down the aisle.
The fans give him some serious applause, however, for the INCREDIBLE effort he put forward!

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“Rise Above” by Black Flag cues up and a mix of eighty percent boos and twenty percent undecided responds… out comes Johnny Maverick.

JENNY JERSEY: From Washington DC, he weighs in at two hundred and twenty-five pounds… the challenger.. JOHNNY MAVERICK!

“All Black” by Plies hits the speakers and from the back walks the FORMER enforcer of Young Money. Though the fans aren’t solidly behind him, they are definitely
cheering him more than ever before.

JENNY JERSEY: From Paterson New Jersey, he weighs in at two hundred and eighty-five pounds… the REBEL Pro World Heavyweight Champion…YOUNG MONEY’S…
Err, sorry… it’s just… MACK!

Mack and Johnny Maverick have been absolutely destroying the competition since their entrance to REBEL Pro. Tonight, in the final aftermath of all of the
craziness that Bedlam created, the two will go head to head for the REBEL World Title! Johnny Maverick blatantly advertising his strategy as he is pacing
around Mack with a steel chair in hand. Mack, on the other hand, barely two hours after abandoning Jer$ey and the remnants of Young Money, is apparently
preparing to use nothing but his brute strength and size to take on his opponent.

DING DING Maverick immediately swings the chair at the elbow of Mack (to set up the Perfect Armbar?), but Mack, suprisingly agile, moves out of the way
and fires a shot at the face of Maverick. Another! A knee to the gut of Maverick! Another! Maverick drops the chair and Mack brings down big forearm shots
on the small of the back of his challenger. Maverick springs up! A flurry of fists at Mack! Irish whip. Mack reverses! Maverick off of the ropes. Big Boot!
But it’s ducked by Maverick! Maverick flies off of the opposite ropes with a cross-body block that takes the champ down! He quickly gets to his feet and
immediately goes for the steel chair. He swings it down at the arm of Mack but Mack moves it just in time. He tries to get up but Maverick brings it down
across his back! But that doesn’t stop Mack from getting to his feet! Mack seizes Maverick by his throat… he’s going for his finisher this early! NO!
NO! Maverick with a kick to the BALLS of MACK! Mack doubles over! Maverick swings the chair across his back! Again! And Mack falls to the ground!

The fans are booing the hell out of Johnny Maverick and seemingly getting behind Mack. It will take some time, but given what happened earlier with Jer$ey,
they are willing to give him a chance. A few people are chanting his name, trying to get him to rise to his feet as Maverick raises the chair above his
head. He swings it down and it nails the elbow of Mack! Mack grabs his elbow in serious pain, rolling around on the mat. Maverick looks out at the booing
fans with a sadistic smile. He wraps the wounded arm in the chair but Mack fires at him with an eye gouge! The former Young Money enforcer still has some
tricks in his sleeve! Mack gets to his feet as Maverick tends to his eye. And Mack has the chair in hand! BAM! Across the forehead of Maverick! Maverick
falls to the ground. Mack picks him up. Big side suplex! Picks him back up, snap mares the challenger over his shoulder. Mack runs off of the ropes and
boots the back of Maverick’s head! And he drops a knee across his forehead! A cover but a quick kick out by the challenger!

Mack picks up Maverick, throws his head into the turnbuckle. Now he’s RAMMING his shoulder into the gut of Maverick! Three, four, five times! Irish whip
from corner to corner… NO! Maverick reverses into a short-arm clothesline… but it doesn’t take the big man down! Maverick off of the ropes… axe kick
takes the big man down! And a cover! One! Two–kickout! Maverick picks Mack up and immediately hooks a waistlock. He’s going for a German suplex! What
ambition–trying to German suplex MACK! BUT HE DOES IT! Maverick climbs up the top rope as Mack slowly climbs to his feet. Top-rope palm to the face! Cover!

One!

Two!

Th–kickout! Maverick back to his feet. Elbow drop. Another. Another! He picks up Mack… Mack with an elbow to the gut! Another! A third! Mack off of the
ropes and a BIG shoulder block takes Maverick down. Both men to their feet. Collar-and-elbow! Mack backs Maverick into the corner. He slaps his chest!
Again! Whips him across the ring! Runs in for a splash… Maverick gets a foot up! Bulldog to the World Champion! Maverick grabs that chair again. He puts
Mack’s arm in it. Steps on it! Again! Again! And again! Not only does that set Mack up for the Perfect Armbar, but it makes it very difficult for Mack
to hit the Lights Out chokeslam!

Maverick pulls Mack to his feet. Arm ringer… PERFECT ARMBAR! NO! Before Maverick can execute it, Mack pulled a Lariat out of thin air! Here comes Spyke
Gein into the ring! He grabs the steel chair and swings it at Mack but Mack grabs it from him! BAM! Gein falls to the mat! Maverick gets to his feet. Mack
hoists Gein up in the air… throws him right at Maverick! Gein lands on top of Maverick! Mack grabs Gein and tosses him over the top-rope. Maverick climbs
to his feet… Mack with a Gorilla Press! He holds him up high! He waits for Gein to stand… then tosses the Number One Contender over the top-rope right
into Gein! Listen to these fans really getting behind Mack! Mack nods at them solemnly, his mind clearly focused on the task at hand. He goes outside the
ring. Mack grabs Maverick, whips him right into the guard rail! Rolls him back into the ring… Spyke Gein with a LOW BLOW to MACK! That gives Maverick
a chance to run off of the ropes, across the ring and deliver a MEAN baseball slide dropkick to the face of Mack! Maverick grabs the steel chair. CHAIR
HUCK TO THE FACE OF MACK! Gein laughing maniacally and stomping review my canadian pharmacy away at Mack. He picks up Mack and rolls him into the ring. Maverick with a cover.

One!

Two!

Thr–kickout by Mack!

Both Rejects now laying the boots to a fallen Mack as he does his best to try to stand, albeit unsuccessfully. Finally they get him up, they both Irish
whip him across the ring. He hits the ropes, bounces off… double clothesline, ducked by Mack! Off of the opposite ropes. He goes for two clotheslines
of his own but the Rejects duck them both. Kicks to the gut! Double Brainbuster! Cover by Maverick!

One!

Two!

Thr–kickout by Mack!

Maverick and Gein both go upstairs. Maverick is going to power bomb Gein onto the World Champion! HOLY SHIT! Mack gets to his feet and catches Gein in an
ABSOLUTELY VICIOUS Neckbreaker! Maverick with a cross body block… caught by Mack! Turned into a Running Powerslam! COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE–KICKOUT BY MAVERICK!

Mack throws Gein to the outside! He picks up Maverick… he’s going for the Lights Out! He seizes his throat with both arms! But Maverick kicks him in the
gut! Then elbows his face… PERFECT ARMBAR! Maverick takes Mack to his knees with an arm ringer…but Mack reaches his hand up… SINGLE-ARM CHOKE SLAM!
COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

NO! KICKOUT BY MAVERICK!

Mack goes to the outside. Now he has that steel chair from earlier! He climbs back into the ring as Maverick slowly climbs to his feet… CHAIR HUCK TO
MAVERICK! Maverick falls to the ground! Mack picks him up… LIGHTS OUT!

Here comes Jer$ey!

ONE!

Jer$ey is in the ring!

TWO!

Jer$ey about to kick Mack’s back!

…THREE!

But he’s too late! MACK RETAINS!

JENNY JERSEY: And your winner… and STILL REBEL Pro World Heavyweight Champion… MACK!

Mack grabs the World Title from John Sharplin as Jer$ey approaches him! The fans are now SOLIDLY behind Mack as Jer$ey is in his face, yelling at him, berating
him, threatening him… BAM! Jer$ey is NAILED with the World Title! Mack holds the title high up in the air!

What a show!

That’s it!

Goodnight from REBEL Pro!

Red, White, and Bruised 2009
07/07/2009

“I’m A Rebel” begins to die down and the fans are already in their seat ready for this action. Jenny gets up from the announce table where she had been
talking to Rob Martinez and the fans seated near the announce table. She walks to the ring and steps under the second rope, to the delight of the men in
the crowd and now Jenny Jersey is standing in the center of the ring as the Rebel Pro song dies away.

“REBEL PRO! REBEL PRO! REBEL PRO! REBEL PRO! REBEL PRO! REBEL PRO! REBEL PRO! REBEL PRO! REBEL PRO! REBEL PRO!”

Jenny stands there allowing the fans to get pumped up, she holds up her hand after a minute and they quiet down.

“Are you ready for some action?!”

They shout that indeed they are ready for some action.

“But first, there is a bit of bad news. Earlier this afternoon on his way to the arena, Jacob Vena was injured in an automobile accident.”

The crowd hushes, in shock.

“As last week, the match should go to Eli Storm, but Mr. Storm got lost on his way to the arena and did not make it to the arena on time for the contract
signing.”

The crowd gives a little chuckle, but they are worried about Bird of Prey.

“With that being said, the match between Bird of Prey and Eli Storm, has been ruled a no contest and neither wrestler will advance to the second round.
We were informed that Jacob might possibly return at Underground, but nothing is confirmed yet, follow the website for any details, we will post them as
they become available.”

“GET WELL SOON! GET WELL SOON! GET WELL SOON! GET WELL SOON! GET WELL SOON! GET WELL SOON! GET WELL SOON!”

Jenny pulls the microphone back up to her lips.

“But tonight we have many excit…”

“Heavy Metal Machine” hits the speakers interrupting Jenny in mid sentence, and from the back with a microphone in his hand and his standard steel chair
is Mikey Massacre. He stomps up the steps, paying no attention to the loud boos of the crowd. Mikey stands inside the ring, the microphone in his hand.
Mikey: “Come on Hostile, you’ve ran your mouth. Now come out and let your fists do the talking.”

“Five Minutes Alone” blares, from the back Hostile calmly walks, a smirk on his face. He continues on down to the ring as Mikey drops the microphone; he
dives through the ropes with the steel chair in his hand.

ROB MARTINEZ: We’ve got an in prompt match here!

COREY TAYLOR: Hell yeah!

DING DING

From the back rushes Jimmy Johnson to officiate this match. Massacre is on top of Hostile with rights and rights, and a few lefts. He is pounding away into
Hostile’s skull with ferocity and precision. Hostile rolls him over, they are now up against the railing. Hostile places a knee into Mikey’s crotch and
takes the steel chair to plant in Mikey’s skull busting him open early on. Hostile looks down at the trickle of blood on Mikey’s forehead before slapping
Mikey’s face leaving a bloody imprint of his hand on Mikey’s cheek. Mikey reaches up putting a thumb on either side of Hostile’s mouth and pulling them
apart, Hostile moans from the pain and forces Mikey’s hands down away from his mouth.

ROB MARTINEZ: Mikey is a saddistic wrestler.

COREY TAYLOR: Mikey is a strategic fighter.

Mikey rolls Hostile over into the middle of the entrance way pounding away at his head before Hostile throws him off and pulls himself up to a vertical
base. Hostile with a big boot sends Mikey to lay back on his back, Hostile with an elbow stops Mikey from rising back up and fighting back. He grabs Mikey
by the hair on his head throwing it into the ring steps. NO! Mikey blocks the head into steps and elbows Hostile in the midsection DDTing him onto the
corner of the steps instead. Hostile is busted open on the forehead as well and Mikey is actually laughing here as he picks up the ring steps, slamming
them down onto Hostile’s skull, Hostile doesn’t move. Mikey picks the steps up again and backs up, but NO! Hostile trips Mikey by grabbing his foot and
Mikey slams face first into the steps, causing the gash in his forehead to bleed heavier; Mikey is wearing a crimson mask. Hostile is smiling as he gets
to his knees, he lifts the steps up, throwing them into the ring where Jimmy Johnson just does get out of the way.

ROB MARTINEZ: These fans here are loving this opening surprise matchup.

COREY TAYLOR: I’m loving it myself.

Hostile digs under the ring bringing out some barbed wire, he whips Mikey’s back leaving his shirt in strips, through which you can see the torn flesh beneath.
Mikey with a mule kick to Hostile’s balls stops the whipping and he turns over to plant a double foot thrust into Hostile’s midsection. Mikey up with a
side headlock ramming Hostile’s head right into the metal ringpost. He hooks Hostile up, vertical suplex onto the railing, Hostile may be broken in half!
Mikey grabs a steel chair that a fan just vacated to toss it inside the ring from the guardrailing. Mikey grabs Hostile in position for a piledriver, but
instead falls forward driving Hostile into the empty chairs, the fans stand around watching the action right here practically in their laps. Mikey isn’t
laughing, he isn’t smiling, he appears to be all business here. He scoots the chairs back together and pulls Hostile back up for another move like before,
but instead from the hight of the chairs. Hostile scissors his legs, comes back down, and back body drops Mikey’s back onto the railing. Mikey has got
to be broken in half!

ROB MARTINEZ: To not know they were gonna fight tonight, these two aren’t holding anything back!

COREY TAYLOR: These two are fighting for supremacy between Young Money and FTC.

Mikey falls on the ring side of the guardrailing and Hostile pulls himself up to a kneeling position. He steps over the railing, blood streaming down his
face to cover his chest and drip onto the floor. He stomps on the back of Mikey’s skull before whipping him into the ring apron. He charges in, but Mikey
with another mulekick stops his charge. Mikey turns around *WHACK!* a chair shot right to Hostile’s face. Mikey tosses the steel chair back in the ring.
Clothesline takes Hostile down to the mat. Mikey climbs onto the apron, far away from Hostile. He runs, leaping into the air with a Cactus Jack type elbow
drop, but Hostile moves and Mikey elbow drops the thin padding.

ROB MARTINEZ: Mikey’s elbow slammed into that thin padding.

COREY TAYLOR: Crash and burn.

Hostile whips Mikey into the announce table and Rob Martinez and Corey Taylor have an extreme close up of the action. Hostile slams Mikey’s face into the
table splattering it with his blood. Hostile smiles as he jerks the headphones off of Rob Martinez to choke Mikey with the cord. Mikey throws a right jab
into his midsection stopping him before he could choke him out. Scoop slam and Hostile is on the table. Mikey climbs onto the table, double underhook,
and he drives Hostile through the announce table.

COREY TAYLOR: Holy…..

Rob and Corey dive out of the way as Mikey pulls Hostile back up to his feet, slamming his head into the ring apron. Here come Mack and Jer$ey from the
back, Mack stops to pick up the barbed wire. Wait! Here comes the other members of FTC, Vincent Black and Cuzin’ Zeke! Black and Mack begin to trade blows
on the outside and as Jer$ey tosses the barbed wire into the ring, Zeke levels him with a clubbing forearm which sends him rolling under the bottom rope.
Zeke follows in after him. He boots Jer$ey in the ribs as he gets up to his hands and knees. Mikey and Hostile are now throwing rights and lefts with the
same amount of energy as when they started. Blood droplets are flying to land on the canvas from the blows of these two men. Hostile clotheslines Mikey
down to the canvas and he grabs the strand of barbed wire. Hostile begins to wrap his foot with the sharp wire, intending to stomp it into Mikey’s already
bleeding and torn flesh. Jer$ey is getting up to his hands and knees and Hostile punts Jer$ey in the head with the barbed wire covered boot. Mikey leaps
from the top turnbuckle with a forearm to take out Mack, Vincent just laughs. Both Vincent and Mikey get back inside the ring and these four men stand
tall looking down at the bleeding Jer$ey and the somewhat broken Rebel Pro World Champion Mack. Young Money has just lost Hostile, but FTC, just got themselves
another member. What will Young Money do now? And who can stop FTC?

FTC climb out of the ring and walk to the back. After a few minutes Jer$ey and Mack get up, Mack helping his boss out of the ring as they look to the curtains
where FTC must be, Jer$ey is bleeding heavily from the wounds on his head. Rob and Corey sit back down, their table restored to working condition, but
not perfect.

ROB MARTINEZ: Folks, we are back after a temporary abscence.

COREY TAYLOR: That crazy bastard destroyed our announce table, we had to rebuild it ourselves.

ROB MARTINEZ: What do you expect, we don’t have staff for everything.

COREY TAYLOR: Larry’s got money, tell him to hire someone.

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“The Monster’s Loose” by Meat Loaf blasts through the speakers and to a big ovation comes a big man, Matthew Kurtis.

JENNY JERSEY: From Wickliffe Kentucky, he stands at six feet eleven inches and weighs in at three hundred and twenty pounds… MATTHEW KURTIS!

Matthew walks down to the ring and steps over the top rope to await Johnny Maverick.

ROB MARTINEZ:Matthew Kurtis looks ticked off.

COREY TAYLOR: He always looks ticked off. Bet he wears a Xtra large boxer short and he could only find a medium; that is enough to piss anyone off.

“Rise Above” by Black Flag hits the speakers and from the back to a moderate mixture of hatred and cheers is the Rebel Pro #1 Contender, Johnny Maverick.
JENNY JERSEY: From Washington DC, he stands at six feet two inches and weighs in at two hundred and twenty-five pounds… your Rebel Pro #1 Cup holder…
JOHNNY MAVERICK!

Johnny rolls under the bottom rope picking up the cup to hold it high up over his head.

DING DING

ROB MARTINEZ: Here we go.

A classic David/Goliath match-up as Johnny Maverick attempts to defend his Contender Trophy against “The Bluegrass Badass” himself AND tries to cement himself
on the REBEL Pro roster and prove he is not a fluke. The two men lock-up in the middle of the ring and Kurtis takes an immediate advantage with several
knees to the gut followed by forearm shots to the back. He whips Maverick off of the ropes, but Maverick reverses! And runs forward and clotheslines the
big man to the outside! He follows him out, grabs a steel chair as Kurtis stands… chair huck! Kurtis falls as Maverick grabs a second chair. He ignores
the booing fans and throws it at Kurtis as he stands! This time Kurtis grabs it! And he throws it back! But Maverick catches it! He runs forward and PLOWS
Kurtis with it, immediately drawing blood and sending the former tag team champion to the cement. Maverick climbs onto the ring apron… moonsault to the
Bluegrass Badass! Maverick is totally dominating the beginning of the match! He picks up the Badass and rolls him into the ring. He makes a cover.

COREY TAYLOR: And Johnny here with the win this early.

One! Two! Th—kickout by Kurtis!

ROB MARTINEZ: Not yet he hasn’t.

Maverick looking very good in this match thus far. He applies a Boston Crab to his opponent, trying to permanently ground his opponent! He wrenches back
on it, applying as much weight as possible! But Kurtis uses his huge, powerful legs to push Maverick away from him! Kurtis slowly stands… only to feel
a jawbreaker from Maverick! He stumbles back… Maverick knocks him down with a HUGE lariat! Maverick goes to the outside, finds another steel chair and
brings it into the ring. Kurtis stands… CHAIR SHOT! But Kurtis doesn’t fall! CHAIR SHOT! Finally Kurtis falls! But Maverick isn’t done… another chair shot!
ANOTHER! Kurtis oozing blood as Maverick goes up top with the steel chair. Flying guillotine leg drop WITH THE CHAIR! He could easily go for a cover now…
but instead he goes for the Perfect Armbar! And it’s futile because Matthew Kurtis knocked out!

ROB MARTINEZ: I think Kurtis is knocked out!

The referee raises his arm once. Twice. Three times!

COREY TAYLOR: I know he is.

Maverick retains his Trophy! As the referee raises his arm, he grabs a microphone.

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match and still #1 Contender… Johnny Maverick!

ROB MARTINEZ: Johnny retains against big odds.

COREY TAYLOR: Shut up, Mr. Number One has got something to say.

JOHNNY MAVERICK: Well, it’s no surprise that I successfully defended my Trophy. My next stop? The REBEL Pro World Heavyweight Title. Mack, I’m coming after
you next week. REBEL, you can have your damn Trophy back because I won’t need it anymore! Next week, Johnny Maverick is your NEW REBEL Pro World Heavyweight
Champion!

ROB MARTINEZ: Mack had better watch out, Johnny just showed that he isn’t afraid of the big man and Matthew is about as big as they come.

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Intermission

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The crowd is buzzing after intermission. Jenny Jersey steps into the ring to the cheers of the rowdy REBEL fans.

JENNY JERSEY: At this time, please welcome our special guest tonight, from New Alberta Pro Wrestling, Donovan Astros!

A very mixed reaction from the crowd as Donovan Astros steps through the curtain sans music. Astros is carrying the King of Old School trophy with him,
which doesn’t make the crowd any happier, because everyone knows where that trophy’s going. Astros climbs into the ring and sets the trophy down in the
middle of it, before asking for the microphone from Jenny Jersey.

ASTROS: Now, I know a lot of you have been fans of REBEL Pro since the very beginning and know that I’ve had a lot of… less than pleasant things to say
about this company and you fans. While some of you may think an apology for my words and actions in the past is appropriate, I don’t, frankly.

The crowd is very confused by Astros’s words and the boos start to fly.

ASTROS: Give me just a minute, please. If I came here and started apologizing left and right for things that, deep in my heart, I believed… that’d be
an insult to you guys and myself. I’m not a fan of the hardcore style that you all love down here, and you’re probably not the biggest fans of the technical
style that makes NAPW great. So I’m not going to insult you by saying that I love REBEL and making this out to be a giant schmooze-fest. I don’t think
that’s in the REBEL spirit.

Some respectful clapping in the audience.

ASTROS: Now, a couple weeks back, NAPW hosted the King of Old School tournament over two nights, a challenge to every wrestler in NAPW and REBEL to come
up to Alberta and prove that they’re the best. A couple of REBEL’s wrestlers were excited at the chance, but one of the guys here who’s been spitting on
the image of professional wrestling decided to come up and take his grudge on the fans that pay his wages and the boys who actually want to be the best
and not tear down this sport… one guy decided to insult my promotion and me personally. And, unfortunately, he won the King of Old School tournament.
So I’m here tonight to pay out my end of the wager and award him with his trophy in person.

The crowd boos again. They don’t want to see this individual get his due.

ASTROS: Mikey Massacre, come on out here so you can get your trophy.

“WE’RE THE METAL! IN THEIR METAL MACHINES!”

Astros shakes his head in disgust as Mikey Massacre steps through the curtail, gloating in the entranceway, soaking in every last jeer from the jam-packed
REBEL audience. Deep down inside, you wonder if Astros sees a lot of his past in Mikey Massacre’s present. Massacre slides under the bottom rope and poses
on the turnbuckle, more hatred cascading his way. Astros claps mockingly.

ASTROS: Mikey, I didn’t think you could pull it off. I didn’t think it was possible. Hell, I gave every wrestler in NAPW incentive to make sure it didn’t
happen, but in the end, Mikey Massacre, you won the King of Old School tournament. I’m not sure how you did it, though. Maybe it was the handful of tights…
the brass knuckles… the exposed turnbuckle… or the help of Evan Cartwright… maybe it was one of those, Mikey.

MIKEY: Handful of tights? Brass knuckles? Exposed turnbuckle? Evan Cartwright?

Mikey looks down at the ground, one hand on his hip, thinking deeply.

MIKEY: What the (BLEEP) did you expect from me, Astros? What the (BLEEP) did you think I would do? When you laid down that challenge, you knew damn well
what I was capable of, so don’t try to qualify my victory with Barry Bonds asterisks! I defied the odds you stacked against me. I PROVED and EARNED my
place in history. So, you backstepping has-been, do as you promised! DO IT!

Astros shakes his head and laughs.

ASTROS: Alright, alright… I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I doubted the lengths you’d go to to win the King of Old School tourney. I’m sorry that the man that
wil have this trophy sitting in their home is such a bitter, self-absorbed piece of garbage. I’m sorry that NAPW fans had to see you wrestler. But most
of all, Mikey? I’m sorry you can’t be happy with your lot in life. Here you go, Mikey, the spoils of your hard-earned victory.

Astros hands the King of Old School trophy over to Mikey. Mikey raises the trophy high in the air to thunderous booing. He smiles, rubbing the trophy with
his shirt as if to shine it… but suddenly his smile turns to a look of anger and he throws it down to the floor, where it splinters into several pieces.
He jumps back into the ring as the booing intensifies.

MIKEY: See what I’ve done, Astros? I’ve taken your entire concept, your idealization of this industry, I’ve taken it all… and I’ve gone right ahead and
shit on it. You know why? You know why, Astros? Because it’s a crock of shit. Old school because of submission matches? Or collar matches? Or because of
Pure Honor? No, no, no… if you want old school, you have to destroy this industry and rebuild it from the grassroots. What you are tried to do was too
little, too late… this industry is DONE. Either you realize that your entire life has been a waste, that your current job is nothing but a scam… or
else you are as stupid as most of the people backstage and all of these fans.

ASTROS: Nothing but a scam, Mikey? You’ve missed the boat. Old school isn’t about stipulations like that. Old school is about putting two people in the
ring that would like nothing better than to tear each other apart and giving them the means and structure to do it. Old school sure the hell isn’t about
shaking each other’s hand, it isn’t about showing respect, it’s about fighting for your pride, your manhood, and to hold that big gold belt and tell the
world that, yessir, I am the God damned best in the world today. Why did I put a bounty on you, Mikey? Cause I don’t like you one God damned bit!

The crowd cheers at that statement… someone who sees it their way for a change.

ASTROS: But I didn’t just come to the Carolinas to give you a trophy and the congratulations you deserve. Things have changed since your little adventure.
And I’m not issuing any more challenges to anyone else as the commissioner of NAPW… this is a challenge from me to you, Mikey, man to man, wrestler to
wrestler.

The crowd is stunned as they haven’t heard the news. Murmurs run through the crowd… “wrestler?”

ASTROS: That’s right, Mikey, the greatest wrestler on God’s green Earth is back and I’m calling you out! September 15, NAPW and REBEL cross paths one more
time for a supershow, and I want you! One on one, no titles, no props, no hardcore, no Pure Honor, just two guys that wanna shut the other up… if you’ve
got the balls, Mikey, you’ll accept!

Mikey looks absolutely shocked, struggling to find a response.

MIKEY: …that’s a long time away, Astros… I mean, who knows what could happen between now and then… I mean, um, I might have to defend my tag titles…
or… hell, I might be REBEL World Champion by then… I might have ended REBEL Pro by then! I…

Mikey looks around as the crowd boos his weak responses. Someone tries and is marginally successful with a “Pussy” chant.

MIKEY: Wait! Why the (BLEEP) am I thinking of excuses? I don’t need one! Bottom line is you run NAPW and I run REBEL Pro… and the way I figure it, I’m
the (BLEEP) King of Old School, the REBEL Pro World Tag Team Champion, the future REBEL Pro World Champion, the Beginning of the End, the head of the greatest
and most purposeful faction in wrestling history… and WHO THE (BLEEP) ARE YOU? A wrestler who was too scared to keep wrestling so he got a (BLEEP) desk
job? I know one thing: the SuperShow will feature Mikey Massacre. But it will feature Mikey Massacre wrestling someone on his level–well, no one exists
on his level–so someone a notch or two beneath him–but you, Astros? You’re not even close. Maybe a year or two ago you’d have a claim… but now? You’re
a (BLEEP) secretary… So, your answer, man to man, wrestler to wrestler is… NO.

Incredible booing ensues. The “Pussy” chant builds up. Mikey gives a finger to the crowd.

ASTROS: Too scared to keep wrestling… too scared? I’m the man that stood up to Terry Brandon! I’m the man that beat the unbeatable! Ended the reign of
Ravager! Said the things people didn’t want to hear! Did the things that they didn’t want to see! And in the end, I won every last man, woman, and child
back over and you know why, Mikey? It’s certainly NOT because I was scared. The only man in this ring that’s scared… is you.

Astros waits again as the “PUSSY” chant gets louder and louder.

ASTROS: I might be mistaken, Mikey, but Charlotte, North Carolina thinks you’re a pussy.

HUGE pop as Mikey’s jaw drops in shock and anger.

ASTROS: It’s ok, though, Mikey… the water’s a little scary in the deep end and you don’t wanna jump off just yet. I understand. So what I’m gonna do is
this… every week, every REBEL show, the fans are going to remind you of just exactly what you are. Then I’m gonna be back here on August 11, and by that
time having 300 people call you a pussy night in and night out might change your mind.

Astros reaches down and grabs the faceplate from the smashed King of Old School trophy at his feet as the crowd continues to chant “PUSSY!” at Mikey Massacre.
Astros rolls out of the ring leaving Mikey to hear the cacophony, egged on by the former two-time NAPW World Champ.

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“Stronger” By Kanye West hits the speakers and from the back to a huge amount of boos is Eric Thompson; he looks shocked at the boos, but catches himself
quickly.

JENNY JERSEY: From Wall Street, he stands at six feet even and weighs in at two hundred and twenty-three pounds, The Richest SOB on the Planet today…
ERIC THOMPSON!

Eric climbs through the ropes to await his opponent in Chad Kurtis.

“Cocky” by Kid Rock hits the speakers and from the back to a big ovation is perhaps the Rebel Pro fan’s favorite to win the tournament Chad Kurtis.

JENNY JERSEY: From Paducah Kentucky, he stands at six feet three inches and weighs in at two hundred and thirty pounds; he is your Rebel Pro Carolinas Champion…
“THE SHOW” CHAD KURTIS!

Chad walks down the entrance way, his eyes on his opponent before sliding into the ring.

COREY TAYLOR: Chad looks weak and feeble if you ask me.

ROB MARTINEZ: Good thing no one did, huh?

DING DING

Chad Kurtis circles Eric Thompson, clearly not the quick and agile and Show we are used to, but still a man quicker than most professional wrestlers. Thompson
smartly goes for his legs, going right after his ACL, but Kurtis was prepared for such a move and sprawls on top of the millionaire wrestler. Kurtis takes
him down to the mat, stands and drops an immediate elbow on his back. Up and a second elbow. Thompson gets to his feet as Kurtis flies against the ropes…
dropkick sends Thompson down! Thompson up, Kurtis Irish whips him across the ring. Ducks his head for a back body drop but Thompson gives him a boot to
the head. The Show staggers back. Thompson with a clothesline, ducked by Kurtis. Kurtis with a kick, caught by Thompson. Mean enziguiri from The Show to
his opponent! Off of the ropes… rolling knee drop to Thompson and a cover!

ROB MARTINEZ: Early cover here.

One! Two! Thr—kickout!

COREY TAYLOR: Eric is too good to be pinned this early.

The Show slows down the pace of the match with a sleeper while Thompson is seated on the mat. Thompson slowly rises. He snapmares Kurtis to the mat. Mean
kick to the back of Kurtis’ head! He pulls Kurtis up but The Show fires at his midsection with a series of elbows. Off of the ropes… cross body block takes
Thompson down! Kurtis goes up top… senton splash! Cover!

ROB MARTINEZ: Another cover from Chad.

One! Two! Thr—NO! Kickout.

COREY TAYLOR: Again, Eric too good.

The Show picks up his opponent, pushes him into the corner, whips him across the ring. Thompson hits the corner hard, stumbles forward as Kurtis goes outside
to the ring apron. Springboard dropkick sends Thompson down! Goes outside to the apron… Prime Time Splash! Cover! One! Two! Three! NO! Foot on the ropes!
He drags Thompson to the middle… Thompson with a low blow! Another! A THIRD! The Show falls to the mat… and Thompson applies an Indian leglock, applying
pressure on the ACL! Forget the fact this is an Aerial Assault match, Thompson is trying to ground his opponent! Kurtis in a world of pain… but he is able
to reverse the move into a Triangle Choke! Will Thompson submit? No! No! He manages to escape the hold with some elbows and gets to his feet. The Show
beats him though and greets him with some roaring elbows! The Show sends him off of the ropes… swinging neckbreaker! Now Kurtis is going up top… Best Moonsault
Ever onto his downed opponent! Cover!

ROB MARTINEZ: Chad with yet another cover.

One! Two! Three!

COREY TAYLOR: He held the tights, I swear it!

ROB MARTINEZ: You sir, are a liar.

DING! DING! DING!

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match and advancing to the second round of the 2009 Aerial Assault tournament… The Show… Chad Kurtis!

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Enrique Rodriguez’s music is supposed to hit the speakers, but ever since the announce table was destroyed, the technical aspect of the show hasn’t been
the same. He, however, walks from the back to a mixed reaction with it being a bit heavier on the cheers than boos for this former Rebel Pro superstar.
He looks a bit perplexed as he walks down to the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: Welcome… ring… six fee… weighs… pound… ENRIQUE RO…!

A man comes through the crowd to try and either fix the electronics permantly or temporarily, he stands up wearing a Rebel Pro shirt; he nods to Jenny beside
the announce table.

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and Gentlemen, we apologize for the technical difficulties, hopefully we have them fixed. Thank you for your patience.

“Dirty Hands, Empty Pockets (Already Gone)” by Corrosion of Conformity queues up and the problem seems to be fixed. Steve Parker walks from the back to
a mixed reaction, heavier on the booing side of things.

JENNY JERSEY: Representing NAPW, he hails from Boston Massachusetts, he stands at five feet ten inches, weighing two hundred and nineteen pounds… “THE
STAR SPANGLED SENSATION” STEVE PARKER!

DING DING Parker and Rodriguez goe for a lock up, but Rodriguez is having none of it, he throws a right hand catching Steve squarely in the mouth. Rodriguez
with another right hand, a third and this isn’t an aerial match, but a fist fight. Steve with a right hand of his own making sure that he isn’t totally
dominated by Rodriguez. Parker slams a knee into Rodriguez’s midsection slamming a knee into his down turned face and Rodriguez is hurting quickly. Parker
shoves him backwards into the corner, Parker backs up delivering a body splash to his opponent in the corner before flipping him out of the corner with
a monkey flip. Parker ascends the turnbuckles diving with a elbow drop catching Rodriguez in the chest with the point of his elbow. Steve makes the cover,
there is referee Dale McDonald to make count.

One… Tw– Enrique kicks out easily enough.

ROB MARTINEZ: Steve had some harsh words for the returning Enrique Rodriguez.

COREY TAYLOR: He must have meant them or else he wouldn’t have said them.

Steve pulls him up, Enrique throws a big right hand into Parker’s midsection doubling him over. Enrique with a European uppercut throws him backwards. Enrique
throws him over the top rope and to the outside. With a bit of a running start, Enrique grabs the top rope launching himself over the top rope with a plancha
that catches the rising Steve Parker sending him back down to the floor. Enrique throws right fist after right fist into Parker’s face keeping him pinned
down to the mat. Enrique pulls up the thin matting revealing the concrete floor beneath, he tosses it back from the torn up spot. Scoop slam and Steve
is slammed onto the exposed concrete, Enrique looks up to the top turnbuckle, and to a fan with their steel chair held out, it is the mustached man from
Parker’s video. Enrique takes the chair, placing it over Steve’s upturned face before he climbs to the top turnbuckle nimbly. Enrique leaps from the top
turnbuckle with a corkscrew back flip landing right on the steel chair, the only bad thing is that Parker had rolled out of the way. Enrique holds himself,
he is hurting something fierce right now.

ROB MARTINEZ: That has got to hurt.

COREY TAYLOR: Crash and burn.

Parker jumps into the air coming down with a leg drop onto Enrique’s neck. He pulls him up, Irish whip into the railing, Parker with a savat kick nearly
decapitates Enrique, which would have ended the match early. Parker lands on one knee,sweeping Enrique down to allow his face to land on the steel chair,
the smack is heard ten rows back. Enrique is holding at his face from the pain, Parker with another leg drop sends his face back onto the chair. Parker
lifts him up and Enrique is bleeding from the forehead, Irish whip into the ringpost, reversal and Parker’s mouth kisses the post hard. Parker spits out
a little blood from his mouth, Enrique hooks Steve up with an upside down fireman’s carry, spins him, neckbreaker onto the concrete. Rodriguez lays there
breathing heavily, Parker lays there breathing heavily, the crowd is on their feet. Enrique rolls over to pull himself up with the assistance of the guardrail
around ringside. He looks back and Parker is pulling himself up with the help of the ring apron. Parker turns, Rodriguez with a clothesline, but Parker
ducks, lifting up and Enrique is sent over his head. Enrique lands feet first on the apron after a mid air twist, he steps onto Parker’s shoulders, drops
into a seated position, hurricanrana ionto the matting.

“HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!”

COREY TAYLOR: I have to agree there, that was an amazing move.

ROB MARTINEZ: I’m pretty much speechless, especially since Enrique is getting back up.

Enrique looks to the crowd, who are all still standing, and pulls a ladder from under the ring, he slides it into the ring. Enrique looks under the ring
as well and pulls not one, but two tables out from under the ring. He lifts Steve up, throws a forearm into his bleeding mouth, and rolls him inside the
ring. Enrique grabs the steel chair and chunks it into the ring as well, he hasn’t forgotten Rebel Pro has no rules. Steve is laying there near the ropes,
Enrique jumps to the middle rope, holds the top rope, and flips himself over with a leg drop across Parker’s throat, but he is too close to make a cover.
Enrique pulls the Star Spangled Sensation up to his feet, shoving him backwards into the corner with a forearm blow to the mouth. Enrique charges with
a body splash, but Parker back body drops him over the top rope to the… apron? Enrique lands on the apron, but Parker quickly turns around with a right
hand causing Enrique to barely stand on the apron, but Rodriguez is holding the top rope for balance. Parker with a swift toe kick through the roeps and
Enrique’s hold is slipping a bit. Parker with another swift kick, he leaps up to the top turnbuckle, flies across Enrique with a back kick to Rodriguez’s
temple and Enrique falls to the floor as Steve manages to hold on to the top rope and stay on the apron. Parker sets up one of the tables in the center
of the ring, he sets up the second table right beside it. He looks over the top rope to the outside and sees Rodriguez starting to move, but it is slow
enough that he goes back to the center of the ring. Parker lifts up the second table and places it on top of the first one, sliding it closer to the corner
near where Rodriguez is stirring on the outside. Parker leans over the top rope, fire extinguisher to the face, the blast of the contents of the fire extinguisher
blinds Parker and Rodriguez is smiling. He peppers Steve with a few fists before pulling the blinded Parker up to the top rope with him. Enrique looks
to the tables and smiles. Both men stand on the top rope and Enrique shoves Steve backwards, but in mid-flight Parker turns it into a small package slamming
Enrique’s shoulders through both tables and they land with Rodriguez’s shoulders pinned to the canvas in the middle of the debris. Dale McDonald slides
into position.

“HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!”

COREY TAYLOR: Damn!

One… Two… Three.

DING! DING! DING!

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match and advancing to the second round of the Aerial Assault 2009 tournament… “The Star Spangled Sensation” Steve Parker!
Steve begins to move slowly inside the ring, but it is ever so slow. The fans are giving both men a standing ovation here and Parker can’t believe it, but
he slowly nods his thanks.

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JENNY JERSEY: Ladi… tlemen…. sorr… technical difficulties… stan…. weighs…. pounds…. BRIAN ON…..KU!

Brian walks from the back to a mixed reaction from the crowd; it isn’t they don’t like him, just most of them don’t know who he is. Brian walks down to
the ring, flips over the top rope and into the ring to wait ion his opponent. The same guy from earlier comes down to the announce table and hopefully
fixes the sound this time.

COREY TAYLOR: All of these technical difficulties are getting out of control.

“Why Don’t We Do It In The Road” by The Beatles

The lights go out in the arena.

ROB MARTINEZ: Another technical difficulty?

COREY TAYLOR: Probably Larry forgot to pay the bill.

The lights come back on and standing at the top of the entrance way is none other than Mike “Assman” Trey wearing a black t-shirt with the words “Is He
Back?” written on the shirt The fans errupt in cheers, they miss the Assman something terrible, well the ladies do anyway.

ROB MARTINEZ: There go the lights again, just as we got a glimps of what looked like Mike Trey.”

COREY TAYLOR: Are you surprised? There they come back on again, what does that shirt say that is lying on the ground? Where did Trey go?

The black t-shirt is lying right where Mike Trey was standing, the shirt reads(in white) “Guess Who’s Back”

“The Oddities” by ICP queues up and from the back carrying a big cardboard box is The Freak to a big ovation from the crowd. Freak looks a bit shocked,
but nods as he continues on. JENNY JERSEY: From Anywhere and Everywhere, he stands at five foot seven inches and weighs in at one hundred and eighty pounds…
THE FREAK!

Freak sits his box down and rolls into the ring to face his opponent. DING DING Collar and elbow, Brian whips Freak into the ropes. The Freak springs back
with aback fist catching Brian off-guard, he stumbles back. The Freak pounces on him delivering a knee into Brian’s face before pulling him up with him
and whipping him into the ropes. Brian rebounds, Freak with a drop toe hold causing Brian’s face to smash into the canvas. Brian shoves upwards intending
to get some offense in this match, he trips the running Freak causing Freak’s chin to plant hard into the canvas. Brian shoves upwards pulling Freak along
with him. Brian throws a right, Freak receives the right fist. Brian hooks Freak up, over the head vertical suplex, Freak’s body bounces off the mat hard.
Brian scales the turnbuckles quickly with a three hundred and sixty degrees backflip driving both knees into Freak’s midsection. He hooks the legs for
the cover, Alan Stone is there.

One… Two… Freak throws his shoulder up to stop the pinfall.

ROB MARTINEZ: Brian trying to gain the early pin and win here.

COREY TAYLOR: The Freak is a former co-Rebel Pro Tag Team champion, he isn’t going to go out that easily.

Brian whips Freak into the ropes as he rebounds Brian lowers his head for a back body, but Freak throws a front kick right into the face of Brian. He stands
up holding at his nose, Freak with a spear to Brian’s knees taking him down to the canvas hard. Freak slides outside of the ring to get somethings out
of the box he brung to ringside. But he doesn’t, he digs under the ring and pulls out a table, two tables, the ladder from the previous match, three steel
chairs. On the other side of the ring, Brian has rolled out to dig under as well; he pulls out another two tables, another ladder, and a bag of thumbtacks,
along with a roll of barbed wire. The fans are ready for this now, they begin a “Rebel Pro” chant.

COREY TAYLOR: Ah… here we go now!

ROB MARTINEZ: Hardcore high flying action!

Both men get a beer bottle from a fan at ringside, they toss it into the ring, another two beer bottles inside the ring and they all four shatter upon impact
inside the ring. Both Brian and The Freak roll back inside the ring, another beer bottle in their hands, they swing. *SMASH!* The bottles shatter, covering
each of the men with tiny cuts, glass, and trickling blood, but neither man falls instead they toss the bottles to the side and begin to trade fists. Brian
boots Freak in the midsection, double underhook face smasher into the chair between his legs, The Freak goes limp. Brian rolls him over and The Freak slices
a gash open in Brian’s forehead with a piece of the broken beer bottle. Brian holds at his forehead in amazement, pulling it away to be covered in his
red blood. He looks down at the laughing face of The Freak and throws a right fist down into that face. The Freak rolls out of the way and Brian’s fist
slams hard into the steel chair; Freak is used to this environment more than Brian is. Brian gets the roll of barbed wire, rolling out a great deal of
the flesh ripping material as The Freak sets up a table. He turns around to see Brian standing up, The Freak charges forward with the top end of the ladder
as a battering ram. Brian ducks out of the way as he holds onto the barbed wire, Freak runs right into the wire, Brian begins to rapidly wrap it around
Freak’s body.

COREY TAYLOR: Brian is learning the Rebel Pro ropes quickly.

ROB MARTINEZ: That will help him in this match.

The Freak turns around, but is only successful in wrapping the barbed wire tighter around his body. Brian is still assisting Freak in making him a barbed
wire mummy. Freak throws a wild punch that Brian easily dodges, boot to the gut and a DDT stops any momentum Freak had. Brian wraps him up fully in the
barbed wire, but Freak is still able to move around, Brian clips the wire, the wire is wrapped from Freak’s feet to his neck, it is loosely wrapped, but
Freak has got to feel each little dig in his skin. Brian with a stomp on Freak’s head before lifting the ladder on the canvas up and setting it up in the
middle of the ring. Brian sets up the table, making sure to keep the broken remnants of the beer bottle on top of the table; he drags Freak up the ladder
with him, Freak goes willingly enough. At the top of the ladder, Brian goes for a hurricanrana, but Freak counters with a sit-out powerbomb through the
glass covered table. The table shatters, wood pieces go flying, glass goes flying, blood goes flying and Freak leans up against the ladder breathing heavily.
We aren’t sure if Brian is even breathing, Freak makes the cover.

One… Two… Thr–Yes he is as he kicks out, barely, but he still kicks out.

COREY TAYLOR: I thought he was dead!

ROB MARTINEZ: I think everyone else did too.

Freak can’t believe it, he simply can’t believe it, he throws Brian’s legs off of him and climbs back up the ladder, with a steel chair in his hand, he
dives with a front flip driving the chair into Brian’s sternum with the splash, he hooks the leg again.

One… Two… Thre–NO! Brian rolls a shoulder up just in time. Freak looks shocked that he kicked out of that move, he scratches his head. Freak dumps
out the thumbtacks on the canvas and pulls Brian up to a wobbly vertical base. Irish whip into the ladder now propped in the corner, Brian reverses and
Freak slams face first into the ladder, he stumbles out of the corner. Scoop and a reverse front scoop slam drives Freak’s front into the litter of thumbtacks,
he rolls around trying to get out of the tacks, but is only successful in picking most of them up. The Freak is covered in thumbtacks, barbed wire, and
small pieces of beer bottle, he is hurting. Brian is leaning in the corner on the propped ladder, he looks to The Freak lying there amidst the tacks and
smiles. The crowd is fully behind this match and are standing on their feet, they haven’t sat down since the previous match, for the most part anyways.
Brianslides out of the ring, he digs under the squared circle to pull out some of those pull ties, he has got about fifty of the damn things and he rolls
back inside the ring. He hefts the propped ladder onto the top turnbuckle and pull ties one leg to the top rope. He places about ten more to secure the
front side of the ladder to the top turnbuckle. He walks over to Freak, a boot to the midsection, and a piledriver onto a few remaining tacks before he
walks back over to the turnbuckle. He pull ties the back two legs of the ladder to the top turnbuckle and tests its sturdability. The ladder shakes somewhat,
but it is sturdy enough he guesses as he picks up a steel chair; he slams it into Freak’s skull. Brian sets up one of the other remaining tables before
double stacking the remaining table on top of it. He rolls Freak in between the two tables onto a steel chair, and places a steel chair on top of Freak’s
body. Brian takes a big breath and begins to climb the rikety set up he has set up.

ROB MARTINEZ: Wha… what… what does he think he is doing?

COREY TAYLOR: Looks like he is fixing to end The Freak.

The crowd is hushed as Brian balances precariously on the top of the ladder, he leaps and goes through the top table, onto the steel chair, onto Freak,
to the bottom table; the ring is full of debris. No one is moving but the referee inside the ring, he looks a bit shaken, he doesn’t know whether to mess
with the mess to see if they are alive, injured,, but he finally decides. A chunk of the table debris falls showing that Brian landed on Freak in a pinning
position; he makes the count.

One… Two… Thre–NO! Freak rolls up a shoulder right before Alan Stone ‘s hand slapped the final count.

ROB MARTINEZ: I can’t believe it! I simply can’t believe it!

COREY TAYLOR: Seeing is believing, Rob, but… damn it man.

The crowd’s “Holy Shit” chant has turned into a “Rebel Pro” chant these fans are wild for this action, but neither of these men are moving fast now; but
who would be? Brian pulls Freak up slowly, The Freak with a weak right jab, it is so weak Brian absorbs it, but he is so weakened that he holds at his
ribs because it did hurt him. Side headlock on Freak to slow down the pace, but Freak shoves Brian into the ropes. Brian holds onto the side headlock driving
Freak’s chin into the table debris with a bulldog. Freak rolls over, his chin being split with a piece of the table debris. Brian picks up a piece of the
table and slams it onto Freaks face before he stomps onto the wood shattering it and causing Freak to moan under the assault. He lifts Freak up but Freak
manages to nail him with a roundhouse kick that causes Brian to land back first on the ladder and debris from all of the other material inside the ring.
Freak looks a bit stunned that he hit the roundhouse kick on Brian, but he smiles with lips full of glass, splinters, and thumbtacks; the blood trickles
down his face in rivers. He scampers up the rikety ladder that Brian set up earlier and he too balances on the top of the ladder. He leaps crashing into
Brian, neither man move.

ROB MARTINEZ: That was the Sight Unseen!

Alan Stone is there to count.

One… Two… Three.

DING! DING! DING!

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match and advancing to the second round of the tournament… The Freak!

The crowd is going absolutely crazy for both men, chants for Brian go through the crowd to be against chants for The Freak as well. Shut Down comes from
the back to help his partner up. The Freak looks a bit worse for the wear, but he grins drunkenly, but it is probably from the extreme amount of blood
loss. The Freak is helped out of the ring by Shut Down, but Freak refuses to go to the back before passing out his gift to the fans. Shut Down laughs and
rips open the box to hand out Goth Family Guy dolls. With nearly every fan, if not every fan, now having a doll, The Freak allows Shut Down to walk to
the back.

COREY TAYLOR: One hell of a match there, one hell of a match.

ROB MARTINEZ: That may be match of the night.

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“Voices” by Rev Theory queues up and from the back, wearing a white t-shirt with a red target on its front is the PWA’s Chamelion. The crowd boos this
man heavily, but he doesn’t seem to care really.

JENNY JERSEY: Representing the Pioneer Wrestling Association, he stands at six feet four inches and weighs in at two hundred and forty-five pounds… CHAMELION!
He walks down the entrance way, climbs up the steps and through the ropes.

“Path” by Apocalyptica queues up and from the back to a somewhat mixed reaction from the crowd, they know of his actions in NAPW, is Ravager. Absent from
his side is his students and his two trainers from this week. Ravager has eyes only for Chamelion in the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: Making his way down to the ring, representing NAPW, he is your 2008 Aerial Assault winner. He stands at five feet ten inches, he weighs in
at two hundred and ten pounds… RAVAGER!

Ravager walks up the steps, never taking his eyes off of Chamelion, as he steps through the ropes.

DING DING

Ravager and Chamelion lock

up in the center of the ring. Ravager with a wristlock into a hammerlock; Chamelion flips Ravager over where Ravager lands on
his feet. Chamelion charges with a clothesline, Ravager with a Japanese arm drag. Ravager up quickly, Chamelion up quickly as well. Another lockup, Ravager
with a side headlock, Chamelion throws him into the ropes. Ravager is sent running, Chamelion has a look of determination on his face as he runs after
Ravager. Chamelion with a leap frog as Ravager rebounds, Chamelion springs from the middle rope with a back elbow catching Ravager in the mouth as he turns
to catch Chamelion. Ravager stumbles back from the blow and Chamelion charges with a spear, Ravager with a DDT sends Chamelion’s forehead to smack into
the canvas.

ROB MARTINEZ: Back and forth action from these two men who had some great points in their video confrontation this week.

COREY TAYLOR: Chamelion has that target painted on the shirt, Ravager just might get a bullseye.

Ravager pulls Chamelion up to his feet, delivering a right forearm into his upturned face. Chamelion with a knife edge chop that has the crowd here “Wooing”
enthusiastically. Ravager backs up wincing from the chop, Chamelion goes for a second chop, Ravager grabs his wrist, turns it into a wristlock, and kicks
Chamelion in the back sending him into the corner. Ravager charges in with a clothesline, Chamelion falls down in the corner to roll out of the ring, Ravager
hits the corner with his full momentum. Chamelion grabs the legs of Ravager, pulling and crotching him on the ring post. Chamelion smirks before climbing
back on the ring apron. He begins climbing to the top turnbuckle and dives with a leg drop, but Ravager lifts a knee into Chamelion’s crotch and he is
in agony as well. Chamelion rolls to the side of Ravager and both men look a little green after they each nail a low blow on the other. Ravager pulls him
up again, throwing a right hand into his face, Chamelion with a right fist of his own, Ravager with a second, Chamelion with a second. Ravager with a boot
to the midsection, he lifts Chamelion up for a vertical suplex, Chamelion counters with a spin bringing Ravager down with an inverted DDT. He hooks the
leg quickly, but only gets a two count. Chamelion shoots up off of Ravager, hitting the ropes, coming back springboarding off the ropes with a lionsault,
but Ravager out of the way and Chamelion hits canvas. Chamelion is on his hands and knees holding his middle, Ravager with a punt style kick to Chamelion’s
face rolling him over onto his back, Ravager lifts him up draping him over the ropes. Taking a running start, Ravager lifts a knee into Chamelion’s down
turned face.

ROB MARTINEZ: The first multiple offensive series from either man here in this match.

COREY TAYLOR: And the man is the one to do it, but don’t count out Chamelion just yet. They don’t call him the most devious SOB in the business today for
nothing.

Chamelion falls to the apron where Ravager delivers a baseball slide sending him onto the mat outside. Ravager slides outside as well stomping down on Chamelion’s
skull viciously before whipping him into the railing. Chamelion reverses and Ravager is sent into the railing. Ravager leaps onto the railing coming back
with a spinning back elbow shot, Chamelion with a standing dropkick sends Ravager to lay on his back. Shaking his head, Chamelion grabs the ring steps
because anything is legal in a Rebel Pro match. He slams the steps onto Ravager’s upturned face, but he isn’t busted open. The steps not suiting him, he
tosses them to the side, preferring to use his own hands as the weapons. He whips Ravager into the steps and Ravager goes crashing through them to send
them in two different directions, Ravager slumps at the other side of the railing. Chamelion walks over calmly, stalking his prey, Ravager pulls himself
up, Sweet Sound of Success, but no! Ravager catches the flying foot, turning it into a standing ankle lock. Chamelion with an enzuigiri that connects solidly
with Ravager’s left temple sending him back down. Chamelion is grinning as he is getting back up, he grabs Ravager by the head, right hand to his face,
Chamelion with a high knee lift, Ravager catches the leg spinning around slamming Chamelion’s back on the top of the railing. Chamelion falls to the side
of the railing where the crowd is, Ravager falls to a seated position. Referee Dale McDonald is in the ring watching the action as it unfolds. Ravager
gets up, pulling Chamelion up and they face each other from over the railing. Ravager with a right hand and he steps over the railing, the crowd scatters.
Ravager with another right hand, Chamelion now fights back with a right hand of his own. Chamelion with a second, but Ravager catches his hand, smiling
at him. Ravager with a boot to the midsection and another DDT, but this time no wait, Chamelion shoves Ravager backwards where his back collides with the
railing. Ravager grunts from the surprise pain, Chamelion climbs onto a vacated steel chair, he leaps, catching Ravager in mid-leap with a inverted bulldog
carrying them both over the railing to beside the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: These two aren’t holding anything back here.

COREY TAYLOR: They both want to be the 2009 Aerial Assault winner.

Chamelion is covered in sweat, the target t-shirt soaked to the skin, Ravager is on his knees in front of Chamelion. Ravager throws a right jab into Chamelion’s
ribs, following it with a quick second jab. Chamelion drops his grip on Ravager’s head, Ravager shoves forward catching Chamelion in the midsection flipping
him over backwards where he lands on his back. Ravager climbs onto the ring apron to look down onto Chamelion, he runs from the apron diving with a Mick
Foley type elbow drop catching the rising Chamelion squarely in the face. Chamelion lands on his back again, a dazed look in his eyes before they close
and he tries to catch his breath. Ravager pulls himself up, turning to look back at Chamelion, he walks over to his opponent. He stands over the PWA superstar,
pulling him up, Chamelion pulls Ravager’s legs out from under him and Ravager’s skull smacks into the floor, Chamelion slams a knee into Ravager’s thigh
hard as he falls back down. Chamelion stands up, pulling Ravager with him, he appears to be going to roll Ravager into the ring, but Ravager shoves him
into the ring post. Chamelion holds at the back of his head in pain and stumbles slightly forward. Ravager dives forward, Chamelion wraps his arms around
Ravager’s waist tossing him over head with a belly to belly suplex into the ring post, Ravager falls to the floor and Chamelion does his trademark grin
as he stands up. He turns around to stomp on the face of Ravager, changing at the last second with a vicious boot scrape across Ravager’s forehead. He
lifts Ravager onto the apron, rolling him into the squared circle. He follows in after Ravager scoop slam innear the ropes and he runs to the ropes, jumps
over the downed Ravager, and comes back with a lionsault, but Ravager moves out of the way and Chamelion hits canvas with his front again. As soon as he
lands, he gets back up to his hands and knees shaking his head trying to clear the cobwebs.

COREY TAYLOR: I’ve got to say Ravager is going to win.

ROB MARTINEZ: What makes you so sure?

COREY TAYLOR: Or Chamelion, tough decision.

Ravager pulls Chamelion into a belly to back suplex position, but Chamelion throws a elbow back, he turns from side to side nailing Ravager with his left
and right elbows in rapid fire succession. Ravager releases the suplex position, Chamelion with a mule kick to Ravager’s right knee, he stumbles back.
Chamelion spins around clotheslining Ravager down to the canvas. Chamelion leans on the ropes, catching his breath, Ravager gets up to his feet, facing
away from Chamelion who has perked up a bit. Ravager turns around… Sweet Sound of Success from Chamelion. But Ravager catches the flying foot again,
spins Chamelion around, full nelson into a Dragon suplex, Dale McDonald hits the mat in perfect position.

One… Two… Three.

ROB MARTINEZ: The Last Resort came out of nowhere!

DING! DING! DING!

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match and advancing to Round Two in the 2009 Aerial Assault tournament… Ravager!

COREY TAYLOR: Told you Ravager was going to win.

ROB MARTINEZ: But you also said Chamelion was going to win.

COREY TAYLOR: That way, I was right either way.

ROB MARTINEZ: I’ve got to talk to Mr. Gordon about finding a replacement.

COREY TAYLOR: Why are you leaving?

ROB MARTINEZ: For Corey Taylor, Jenny Jersey, I’m Rob Martinez saying so long from Red, White, and Bruised 2009.

UNDERGROUND PRESENTS…
06/27/2009
DVD EXCLUSIVE – FROM REBEL PRO DOT COM LAST WEEK…

MIKEY: You tell Shut Down… you tell The Freak… you tell Gordon… you tell “The Show” and “The Nexus One” and Young Money and whoever-else-the-(BLEEP),
that Mikey Massacre and Cuzin Zeke, well, we’ve got something of a surprise for REBEL Pro Wrestling… and at the Underground!

Mikey laughs maniacally as the elderly couple gets up and scurries away from him.

MIKEY: At the Underground, the two men who main-evented the first REBEL Underground show, Mikey Massacre and Cuzin Zeke, the two men who put the REBEL Underground
on the map on May 24th, 2008, will bring it all full circle… June 27th, 2009, will mark a day in REBEL Pro history that will cast a shadow on all previous
dates. At the Underground…

Mikey laughs maniacally, speaking to absolutely nobody at all.

MIKEY: …Mikey Massacre and Cuzin Zeke… will TRULY (BLEEP) THIS COMPANY!

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Jenny Jersey stands in the middle of the ring, the microphone in her hand, and the crowd’s enthusiasm dying down only slightly.

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and Gentlemen, due to The Show Chad Kurtis rehabilitating his injury, Jonothan has decided to forfeit his match here tonight so that
you might get to see The Show in action next week.

They do shouts of “Get Well Soon”, “Hope things are alright”, and other well wishes are shouted.

JENNY JERSEY: Normally, the match would go to Sunshine Warrior, but in order to win by forfeit, you must have at least shown up to the arena and be here,
but Sunshine Warrior has evidently gotten lost, or has decided to not compete, or something. We have not heard from him since the signing of the Aerial
Assault contract, so as a result of this, both men are now out of this tournament.

The crowd boos because they wanted another match, but they do understand the rules.

JENNY JERSEY: However, we have a card full of matches here for you tonight and for all of the inconveniences that you’ve had to deal with.

The crowd lowers their volume.

JENNY JERSEY: And to show up NAPW, anyone who has purchased a ticket for this event can show their ticket stub at the next event and receive seven dollars
and fifty cents off of the ten dollar ticket price.

They explode in cheers, some people already digging to see if they still have their ticket stub.

JENNY JERSEY: Now, lets get to some wrestling…

Bubba J and Rex come through the backstage curtain, fists flying back and forth; these two haven’t waited until Red, White, and Bruised. Bubba J with a
right hand sends Rex backwards, but Rex grabs a microphone cord as he lands on his hands and knees. He tosses the cord around Bubba J’s neck and begins
to pull the cord tight around the redneck’s throat, he turns red to purple, to nearly blue before Bubba J kicks Rex in the crotch. Bubba J falls down to
his knees gasping for breath as Rex holds at his balls. Bubba J kicks out breaking Rex’s nose with his boot, but Rex fights through the blood and pain
with a low blow of his own and Bubba J falls down to the concrete walkway. The crowd is going absolutely wild, this isn’t a match, but is a prelude to
what Red, White, and Bruised 2009 will be.

Bubba J holds his balls, inside his pants, Rex walks over. Bubba J slaps Rex in the bloody nose and mouth with the sweat from his balls, Rex begins to gag
from the smell and taste. He falls to his hands and knees, but mule kicks backwards catching Bubba J in the midsection doubling his enemy over as well.
Rex with a back elbow catches Bubba J in the mouth, busting his lip wide open, the blood begins to pour from the wound. Bubba J catches Rex in a side headlock,
bulldog to the concrete, Bubba J begins to pound Rex in the face, grinding the broken nose more and more. He looks like he is trying to kill Rex, but surely
not, or would he? The crowd is trying to get behind Rex, but Bubba J’s fists on his head blocks Rex from hearing the “Caliber” chants. Rex lifts a knee
into the crotch of Bubba J and he stops the pounding he was giving Rex, Rex shoves two fingers into Bubba J’s eyes, he falls to the side holding at his
eyes which are pouring water. Rex lifts Bubba J up on his shoulders, twists him around, and brings his throat across his shoulder sending him back down
to the floor. He grabs Bubba J by the waistband of his pants and hurls him through a door, Bubba J’s head leaves a dent in the door as he passes through
the opening and into the outer area of the arena. Rex looks like a mad man as he follows after his enemy, neither of these men waiting for Red, White,
and Bruised 2009. Blood is pouring down Rex’s face, blood is covering Bubba J’s chin, but neither of these men seem to feel the pain nor notice the amount
of blood loss. Rex charges at Bubba J who manages to use Rex’s own momentum to shove him through a door at the end of the hallway, Rex’s chin connects
with the bottom step on a set of stairs. Bubba J jumps into the air coming down on Rex’s back with a reverse Lou Thesz press, he pounds away at the back
of Rex’s skull. The sound of his fist thumping into his skull sickening to hear. Security is running over and Bubba J notices them, he slams the door shut
in their faces and locks it behind himself. Grabbing Rex’s head, he pounds it into the door knob busting the former World Champion open further and trying
to damage the door knob in the process. He lifts Rex up, and drops his on the door knob partially and Rex is finally busted open on the forehead, the door
knob shutters as they try to open it and get at these two brawling men. Rex shoves Bubba J backwards into the door and spears him slamming his shoulder
into Bubba’s gut, the co-owner of Hardcore Drinking lets out a rush of air as his eyes widen in surprise.

Rex grabs Bubba’s head in his hands and rams it repeatedly onto the door knob once, twice, three times the door knob breaks off mostly, only dangling by
a shred of metal and Bubba’s forehead is busted open from the violent impact. Rex looks up the stairs and smiles, he knows all too well where they carry
someone, he drags Bubba’s nearly still form up the steps, stopping midway, he nails a over the head suplex to Bubba J on the stairs, causing the metal
stairs to shake violently from the impact, Rex rolls over quickly to pull his enemy on up further. Bubba J with a right hand to Rex’s ribs as they reach
a door that is marked “Top Level Personell Only!” Rex opens the door to reveal the night sky, these two are on the roof here. Rex slams Bubba’s head into
the door frame the door bends from the impact and Bubba J is not moving, Rex may have killed this man. He bends down to pull Bubba on through when Bubba
J bites his hand, Bubba J has bitten Rex’s hand and Rex is shaking his hand trying to hurriedly get the feeling back. Bubba with an elbow to Rex’s balls,
sending him gasping for air. Rex stands back up slowly and so does Bubba J. Right from Bubba, right from Rex, Bubba with a left, Rex with a left, Bubba
with a right, Rex with a right. They keep spinning in circles as they trade blows.

The cars on the streets can be seen now over the edge of the roof, especially as these two get closer and closer to the edge.Rex boots Bubba J in the gut
and lifts him up for a vertical suplex, Bubba J counters with an inverted DDT, both are extremely close to toppling over the edge now, security is down
below them. Bubba J gets up to his feet and pulls Rex up as well. Bubba J throws Rex off the roof of the building, but at the last second Rex grabs the
waistband of Bubba J’s jeans and he is yanked over the edge as well. They both tumble down from the roof and land back/shoulder first onto the Rebel Pro
production truck about fifteen feet below them. The roof of the truck dents in from the impact and it sways violently. Immediately paramedics rush over
and begin climbing up ladders that were placed there just as quickly, they motion to get something rigged up, neither man is moving. Both men are lowered
down individually to the ground where they are rushed to the local hospital in individual ambulances. What does this mean for Red, White, and Bruised?
Did the Ambulance Match happen early? What is going on, if this is the beginning of the show tonight, what else is in store?

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What’s Going On by Husker Du feels the air in the arena as a few of the fans stood up and applaud while the rest aren’t paying any attention. As Tommy
Jonas, stands on the entrance ramp, before walking down to the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: From Sacramento, California standing at five feet eleven inches and weighs one hundred and ninety three pounds… TOMMY JONAS!

Tommy leaps up toward the ropes and enters the ring. As he went towards the nearest turnbuckle and does a little showboating.

COREY TAYLOR: One half of weakest teams in the business.

ROB MARTINEZ: Don’t say that, these guys really worked hard.

Go Hard by DJ Khaled, Kanye West and T-Pain hitss the speakers, as the youngest member of Young Money, Trix makes his way out. And started to bounce his
head to the beat.

JENNY JERSEY: From Paterson, New Jersey standing at six feet three inches and weighing in at two hundred and ten pounds… YOUNG MONEY TRIX!

Half of the crowd stands up cheering on Trix, as the rest boos him.

COREY TAYLOR:: How can the fans boo him? Trix is a real hardworking man, he always get the job done, period!

ROB MARTINEZ: What job? This only his first singles match, Corey.

COREY TAYLOR: And he will get the job done!

Trix finally gets through the ring ropes, as he do continues to dance to the beat, while taking off a few of his jewelry. But before the ref can ring the
bell, we get a surprise. As “Young Money” Jer$ey makes his way out, along with Mack and Hostile.

COREY TAYLOR: Here comes the rest of my boys, they coming to take out Tommy Jonas.

ROB MARTINEZ:: Four on one, is not right.

The ref gives the signal. DING, DING!

Tommy and Trix locks up, Trix turns it into a hammerlock, showing a little bit of power over Tommy. Tommy shoves him into the corner. The ref gets in to
break up the whole. The two separate, they circled the ring going for an second hammerlock. And once again Trix showing some strength. Tommy backs him
into the ropes as he sends Trix into the opposing ropes, Trix runs back, as Tommy dives into the mat, Trix jumps over and runs towards the ropes again,
comes back as Tommy leaps over Trix head, Trix comes back, and runs into a scoop slam. Tommy gets a quick count.

One..

Two..

Kickout, by Trix

As Young Money continues to look on from the entrance way, Tommy helps Trix up to his feet. As Trix jabs him into his midsection. Knocking a little bit
of wind out of Tommy, Trix holds Tommy head up. And WHAM! Another jab into Tommy face.

COREY TAYLOR:: That’s my boy.

And WHAM! Another jab, which puts Tommy into the corner. He chops Tommy a few times, making him a little woozy. Trix picks up Tommy setting him up for a
Tree of Woe, Trix runs to the opposing corner. As he takes his time doing a little bit of showboating, he runs and goes for the Sliding Kick. Tommy somehow
manage to grab the ropes, lifting his self up as Trix stop his self before crashing into the pole. As Tommy is still on the ropes, Trix is behind him,
and pounds Tommy on his back. Trix goes up an tries to do a Back Body Drop, but Tommy throws in his elbow. Once, Twice and Once more, sending Trix crashing
to the mat.

Tommy turns around. Can it be, the YOUR MOM!

AND IT CONNECTS! Tommy quickly goes for the count.

ONE..

TWO..

THR..NO!

Trix kicks out, at a nick of time. Tommy gets up frustrated. Helps Trix up, and hit’s the Inverted Facelock Swinging Neck Breaker. Goes for another count.

ONE..

TWO..

THR..NO!

Once again, Trix kicks out.

ROB MARTINEZ:: What can Tommy do to put away Trix?

COREY TAYLOR:: Nothing, it’s impossible to put away a Young Money member.

Tommy gets up, as Trix slowly gets up as well. Tommy knees Trix into his midsection, he lifts Trix head up. And WHAM! Another knee into his midsection.
He’s going for a big scoop slam, but Trix reversed it. Going for the Three Amigos.

He hits one. He hits the second. Tries the third, but Tommy throws in the elbows. He reversed and tries to hit the last Amigos. But Trix blocks it, with
his leg. Tommy pounds Trix in the back of his head. And hit the back body drop. Trix looks to be out.

Tommy goes for the cover, but Trix manage to some how roll it into a cover of his own.

ONE..

TWO..

THRE..NO!

Tommy quickly kicks up, Trix is up as well. Both are throwing jabs on there own, but Trix with power advantage has Tommy dazed. He leaps up, and hit’s the
Hurricanrana! He runs outside the ring. Waiting for Tommy to get up. Tommy finally gets up! Trix is going for the Trix-arana, his legs around Tommy’s head.
AND BOOOMM!!! Tommy hit’s a Big Powerbomb! He goes back up towards the rope.

YOUR MOM!

ONE..

TWO..

THREE!

COREY TAYLOR:: Damn!

ROB MARTINEZ:: What a good match for the both of them.

JENNY JERSEY:: And the winner of the match… TOMMY JONAS!!!

Tommy Jonas gets up, slowly as the ref raises his hands. But uh oh, Jer$ey has a mic.

JER$EY:: Trix!

Tommy Jonas exits the ring, as Trix finally made it his feet.

JER$EY: What happen? I thought you wanted to become a champ. You can’t even beat a loser like Tommy Jonas!? But hold up, you’ve got one more chance.

ROB MARTINEZ: What does he mean?

JENNY JERSEY: From Sacramento, California, six feet two and weighing in at two hundred and seventy three pounds… JIM JONAS!

ROB MARTINEZ: What!

COREY TAYLOR: What, What? Jer$ey is giving Trix another chance.

Jim Jonas seeming to be walking out with a purpose as he stares at the members of Young Money. He quickly heads to the ring, walks up steel stairs and enters
the ring. As Trix quickly goes to work.

DING, DING!

Trix is hitting Jim with all his might. Trying to get this match over with early. Trix has Jim in the corner, Trix continues with the blows. As Jim, using
his power shoves Trix off. Trix quickly comes back with more jabs. Jim shoves him off again.

Trix runs back, and WHAM! Trix is nailed with a boot!

ROB MARTINEZ: That took everything completely out of Trix.

Trix tries get up.

COREY TAYLOR: Not yet Rob.

Jim tries regain a little bit of energy before going over to Trix, Trix is on his knees. Jim stomps Trix into the mat. He stomps him once more. As Trix
crawls for ropes. Jim stomps him again, and Trix still is trying to get up. Jim stomps once more, and Trix is up to the second rope. Jim uses his right
hand, and Bam! A jab into Trix’s side.

COREY TAYLOR:: He is relentless. Trix is showing that he wants to become a Champ!

Jim shoves Trix into the corner. He goes for another jab, Trix blocks it and knee Jim. Jim goes for another jab, Trix blocks and head butted Jim. And once
more! Jim backs up, Trix leaps up to the turnbuckle. He’s going for a Big Body Splash. Jim catches Trix in mid air.

ROB MARTINEZ:: Can it be!

Rocky Mountain Thunder Bomb!! Jim covers.

ONE..

TWO..

THREE..

DING, DING.

JENNY JERSEY: And the winner is… JIM JONAS!

Jim Jonas gets up, and continues to pummel Trix. Young Money is heading to the ring.

COREY TAYLOR:: Uh oh! Jim sign his own death sentence.

Jim stops as he looks towards the whole Young Money crew, while Trix is on the mat. Jer$ey signals Jim to continue the beat down, as Jer$ey tells Mack and
Hostile. Let’s Go!

ROB MARTINEZ:: What does this mean? Is Jer$ey done with Trix?

COREY TAYLOR:: I would think so, if he can’t pick up a win. Let alone another chance. Jer$ey was showing Trix, that Trix isn’t championship material. Championship
Material is a must in Young Money.

ROB MARTINEZ: Come on, what are Mikey Massacre and Cuzin’ Zeke doing out here, they have a match they need to be preparing for.

Those two slowly walk down to the ring, Young Money’s members looking up at the entrance way outnumbering FTC by one man. Zeke points to Hostile and Mack
while Mikey points to Jer$ey. Those three begin to walk slowly back up the entrance way ready to take out this faction before it begins. Vincent Black
from the crowd nails Mack with a diving chair shot taking him down to the concrete. He begins to stomp away at the current Rebel Pro World Champion as
Hostile and Jer$ey turn to help Mack out. Mikey and Zeke rush down to where the fight is breaking out and take out Jer$ey and Hostile with big forearms.
Vincent lifts Mack up and plants him with the New Hope, he stomps on his face for good measure. Zeke slams Hostile onto the wooden table that Black has
just set up, he places Mack on top of Hostile. Double vertical suplex from Zeke and Black to Jer$ey then they scoop slam him onto the already groaning
table. Mikey grabs a steel chair diving from the top turnbuckle with The Massacre onto Jer$ey, squashing him beneath the steel chair similtaneously breaking
the table by driving the others through it.

Vincent gets a microphone from Jenny Jersey and looks out to the crowd, back at Zeke who is helping Mikey from the remnants of the table and speaks.

VINCENT BLACK: You know something Mikey and Zeke.

They look at him.

He gets in their faces, not backing down an inch and neither is Zeke and Mikey. VINCENT BLACK: I came down here for one reason. I want a piece of Mack.
But there is now another reason.

They look on.

VINCENT BLACK: For a while now you’ve called me asking about FTC. For weeks now you’ve said FTC was the next Extreme Elite.

Vincent shakes his head, Mikey and Zeke prepare to fight off Vincent Black.

VINCENT BLACK: No, it ain’t Extreme Elite, it never will be Mikey. No one will ever have the power Extreme Elite did. No one will ever have the prestige
us four had.

Mikey seems to be getting madder and madder at Vincent’s words and throws a right hand.

VINCENT BLACK: But it is damn sure close!

The fist thrown by Mikey, by Zeke, and Vincent hit in mid-air with a high five and these three men have sealed the deal.

ROB MARTINEZ: What does this mean?

COREY TAYLOR: It means that FTC just gone and whooped Young Money’s ass, Rebel had better watch out a bigger, better faction is on the loose.

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The bell rang and the only two women in the Aerial Assault tournament locked up in the center of the ring. Corey Taylor could be seen at the announce table
with drool hanging from his chin while Rob Martinez was left to try and call the high flying action. La Reina backed Dahlia up into the corner but she
was quickly turned around into the corner. The two women began to chop each other viciously and will undoubtedly make some of the men in this tournament
jealous with their action. Dahlia whipped La Reina into the ropes, but La Reina reversed the throw. Dahlia sprang from the middle rope to connect with
a springboard moonsault, her knees connecting with La Reina’s shoulders. Dahlia rolled La Reina up but only received a count of two for her effort.

These two women seemed to respect each other to a degree, but each wanted to be the only woman in the tournament consisting mostly of men. Dahlia hit a
flurry of forearms, La Reina fought back with a flurry of her own. Only about midway through the match did they finally take to the air. La Reina connected
with a springboard backfist that sent Dahlia to the mat. Mariposas flew from the top turnbuckle with a split legged moonsault, but Dahlia rolled out of
the way quickly going up top herself and nailing a 360 degree front flip cannonball. Again she made the cover to only receive a count of two. Dahlia went
up for a top rope leg drop, but when she came down, her chin connected with La Reina’s boot as the result of a superkick. La Reina hit her finisher, the
Night Sky Guillotine and made the cover for the pin and the win.

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The Rebel Pro World Champion accompanied his boss and friend to ringside to encourage him along his path to the Aerial Assault finals and to prevent any
shanagans by FTC. Dan Miller came out, looking a little rusty but never the less ready for some action. Jer$ey motioned for Mack to take care of this fly
so that he could commentate, he didn’t feel like dirtying his hands with Miller. Jer$ey then sat down beside Corey Taylor and the two began to play cards
and wagered bets on the rest of the matches this evening. Inside the ring Mack was whipping Dan Miller from pillar to post, corner to corner. Hell, he
was just whooping the hell out of the Dynasty. Mack hit all of his favorite moves not once, but twice. Mack then began to taunt the crowd with vulgar gestures,
vulgar words and made the sign of this match was just toomuch for him to handle. Mack taunted Miller as well even letting the much smaller man get in some
offense and letting him think he had a chance to beat Mack, because if Mack got pinned, Jer$ey was out of the tournament.

Mack finally had enough nailing an insulting low blow on Dan Miller before gorilla pressing him over the top rope to the concrete outside. Remembering this
was a high flying tournament, Mack climbed to the top rope and sailed with an elbow catching Miller in the lower back. He rolled in the nearly dead Miller
and hit a powerbomb from the top rope, Miller was broken in half. Mack said something like that is high flying right there. He placed a boot on Dan’s face
and the referee counted to three. Mack looked over at Jer$ey who moved onto the next round.

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Two men similar to each other and with a bit of a history are going at in in the first half of Round One. Zout was backed into a corner early in the match,
but quickly reversed Daze into the corner, they exchanged knife edge chops and the crowd was behind them both all the way “Wooing” with each blow no matter
who nailed the chop. Daze booted Zout in the midsection, springing from the middle rope sending Zout’s face into the canvas. Daze then went on the offense
hitting a shining wizard but Zout fought back after being thrown into the corner, he ran up the turnbuckles coming back with a toe kick that nearly sent
Daze to the floor. Daze’s head was lying over the apron and Mark leaped to the top turnbuckle and dove with a flipping leg drop that nearly decapitated
Derrick Daze. Evidently these two guy’s history began to surface as they quit the high flying and went to brawling at ringside. Daze managed a low blow
that halted any hopes Mark might have had for later that evening. Daze hit a series of DDTs that had to give Zout a concussion, but the PWA superstar and
now Rebel Pro superstar fought back valiantly. Daze went for a brainbuster onto the announce table, where Jer$ey was still playing cards with Corey Taylor,
and countered it into a tornado DDT scattering the playing cards everywhere. Zout then lifted the dazed Daze up for a stump pulling piledriver busting
the already flimsy table into four different pieces. Zout then took a piece of the table and began to just beat the holy hell out of Daze with the make
shift weapon to everyone’s delight this show is finally getting some hardcoreness to it. Zout seemed to be in a different place as he whipped Daze into
the apron.

Daze sprang back from the apron with a backfist catching Mark in the mouth and the first blood of the night is spilled. Unfortunately though, it only lights
Zout’s fire and the right and left fists begin to fly from these two men; they are throwing punches, turning red from the fierceness of the blows and not
caring one bit. Zout nails a DDT, but Daze is right back up and they are brawling like kids in high school over the same girl. Daze with a DDT of his own
but Zout was right back up as well. No more high flying moves in this match, it is an all out brawl. Zout managed to get the advantage following an accidental
low blow and rolled the groaning Daze into the ring. Daze was whipped into the ropes and Zout hit his Sleepless in Seattle before climbing up top to possibly
go for his finisher. Zout hits the Pacific Plunge and makes the cover for the pin and the win.

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Spyke and Danny stare at each other ing the middle of the ring and then finally lock up. Danny went behind and hit a German suplex to give him the advantage
early, but Spyke didn’t seem to notice. Spyke began to mount an offense with just right hands to Danny who was prepared for this tournament, but not an
opponent like this one. Danny was thrown into the corner and Spyke came in trying to bite Danny’s cheek off, but Danny fought back with a kick to Spyke’s
knee cap, Gein quit trying to bite then, looking enraged. Right from Spyke, but Danny caught his wrist and sprang from the bottom rope to the top turnbuckle,
to flip over Spyke and trap Spyke’s arm between his legs as he flipped Spyke over. The crowd went crazy for this, perhaps the most aerial move so far in
this tournament. Danny sprang from the middle rope to back flip onto Spyke, he hit the ropes coming back with a baseball slide sending Spyke outside of
the ring. Danny then climbed to the top rope and as Spyke got up, Chaos flew sending Gein down to the concrete with a hurricanrana. Danny is flying and
is using his speed definitely in this match up. Spyke with a low blow then he whips Danny into the raling surrounding ringside. He runs at Danny connecting
with a Shining Wizard thigh kick, Danny is sent over into the crowd. Spyke picked up a chair, but a front kick to his thigh halts the damage he was aiming
to inflict.

Before the chair could fall, Danny jumped from a man’s lap, dropkicking the chair back into Spyke’s face sending him into the ring apron. Danny leaped to
the railing, caught a chair from a fan, and leaped with a swinging shot right to Spyke’s face sending him toppling to the side. Danny got up yelling at
the crowd, who was already behind him but were even more so now. He ran around ringside slapping hands with the fans before running back sending Spyke’s
face into the steel chair with a running bulldog. He then rolls Spyke back into the ring He lifts his Round One opponent up, and nails the Chaos Theory
and makes the cover for the pin and the win.

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“Heavy Metal Machine” blares and the crowd immediately boos as their former hero, now their zero, Mikey Massacre walks from the back.

JENNY JERSEY: He hails from Albuquerque New Mexico, he stands at six feet even and weighs in at two hundred and thirty-five pounds… MIKEY MASSACRE!

The fans boo loudly as Mikey walks down to the ring, making sure to stay as far away from them and their infectious hands as he possibly can. He walks up
the steps and enters the ring, his trusty steel chair in his hand.

JENNY JERSEY: Now his tag team partner…

“The Beverly Hillbillies” theme banjos to life and here comes a man to a chorus of boos, but there is a good amount of cheers here as well, for his feelings
about doing things for the kids.

JENNY JERSEY: From Turkey Cross Kentucky, he stands at six feet six inches and weighs in at two hundred and sixty-three pounds… CUZIN’ ZEKE!

Zeke does touch a few of the fans’ hands on his way to the ring, but not nearly as many as he used to. He climbs through the ropes and him and Mikey begin
to talk strategy.

COREY TAYLOR: These two have a great chance here to pull an upset.

ROB MARTINEZ: Zeke is powerful, Mikey is tough as nails, and together, who knows.

“The Oddities” by ICP comes to life as from the back to a mixed reaction, mainly more cheers than boos though is The Freak and Shut Down, The Freak Show.
They have emo Ken and Barbie dolls complete with cuts, Freak Show shirts, and mini belts around their waists; the Ken doll looks strangely like Mark Zout,
but surely it can’t be. They pass the dolls out to the fans as they walk around the ringside area. They climb onto the apron and into the ring. JENNY JERSEY:
At a total combined weight of five hundred pounds, they are your Rebel Pro Tag Team Champions… The Freak… Shut Down… FREAK SHOW!

COREY TAYLOR: I didn’t get a neato Mark Zout doll.

ROB MARTINEZ: I do believe those are Ken and Barbie dolls.

DING DING

Shut Down goes right after Zeke with a big right hand, Mikey takes on the Freak who back body drops him over the top rope. The Freak and Shut Down begin
to double team Zeke in their corner. Freak with a shoulder block to his midsection, Shut Down with a forearm smash to Zeke’s forehead. Shut Down lifts
Zeke up and Freak climbs to the top turnbuckle with a top rope assisted brain buster. Freak makes a cover, but Mikey is there to pull the referee out of
the match. Freak jumps up to find Mikey standing there smiling and waving cheekily at him, Freak dives through the ropes with a small plancha, Mikey catches
him, slamming him down to the concrete. Mikey begins to lay boots to the smaller man. Inside the ring Zeke is throwing rights with Shut Down. Shut Down
ducks away from a haymaker, to grab the wrist and boot Zeke in the midsection. Mikey lifts Freak up in the air with a stalling vertical suplex, Freak wriggles
planting the back of Mikey’s cranium into the concrete with a inverted DDT. Freak tosses in the bell from the announcer’s table, the hammer to ring the
bell with, and a few steel chairs. Shut Down picks a flying steel chair, bring it crashing down on Zeke’s back, before golf swinging it into his face,
Zeke is forced to a vertical position, blood flowing already here in this match. Outside the ring Freak has wrapped his hand in barbed wire, there is always
barbed wire at a Rebel Pro event, he punches Mikey in the face and small trickles of blood begin to flow down his face; Mikey laughs. Freak looks at Mikey,
gulps, and receives a clothesline curtosey of Mikey Massacre. The Freak’s head snaps hard on the concrete and Mikey picks up the strand of barbed wire,
wrapping it in tight rounds around his boot before he begins to stomp away on The Freak again. Zeke receives another chair shot, and a third; steel chair
assisted clothesline sends him over the top rope to the concrete floor surrounding the ring. Shut Down quickly follows after his man here in this tag team
match.

COREY TAYLOR: All hell has broken loose here!

ROB MARTINEZ: I agree with you for once.

Shut Down digs up under the ring and brings out a fire extinguisher from under the ring, unhooking the strapped hose, he swings it over his head, but Zeke
manages to kick him in his ankle and he drops the weapon to the floor. Zeke picks up the extinguisher and slams it into Shut Down’s crotch and the men
in the crowd groan in sympathy. Mikey is still stomping away at The Freak, bloodying him up really good. The Freak takes a fork from inside his boots and
stabs Mikey in the thigh with the eating utensil. The Freak jabs again with the pronged weapon, and a third time; Mikey is bleeding from the leg in three
seperate areas. Mikey looks down and The Freak jabs upwards with the fork, stabbing Mikey in the forehead with the eating utensil, Mikey is now bleeding
preety heavily from the wounds the fork has inflicted. The Freak swings a chair that connects with Mikey’s skull sending him down to the concrete. The
Freak leaps to the apron backflips with the steel chair in hand splashing Mikey in the midsection with the move. He looks up and sees Zeke hitting Shut
Down with the fire extinguisher. He digs under the ring, pulling out a table; again there are always tables under a ring. He slides the table into the
ring and scampers in after it. He lifts the table high up over his head and looks out to Zeke, he dives from the top turnbuckle with the chair in hand
slamming Zeke down to the concrete. He hurt himself somewhat but vows to continue and prove they are not just the holders of the Rebel Pro Tag Team belts,
but the true champions. Freak slaps Shut Down to bring him around then he gets him to set the table up as he climbs to the top turnbuckle once again. Shut
Down sets the table up and then as he wheelbarrows Zeke on top of the table, Freak comes flying from the top turnbuckle with a front flip leg drop across
Zeke’s throat. The table shatters into what seems like a million pieces and Freak bounces up, parts of the table sticking in his leg. Mikey flies from
the ring with a suicide diving forearm that is wrapped in barbed wire to take Shut Down to the railing.

COREY TAYLOR: Holy Hell!

ROB MARTINEZ: Mikey is one sick son of a bitch.

Mikey begins dragging the barbed wire wrapped forearm across the face of Shut Down when the Freak comes over swinging the fire extinguisher, Mikey sees
something and dives to the left, the fire extinguisher connects with Shut Down’s midsection, driving his air right out of him and yup, here comes his lunch
as well. Shut Down is upheaving all he has eaten today and The Freak has his hands full with the forearm machine Mikey Massacre. Mikey drags the forearm
down the face of Freak in a slanting motion ripping the flesh and causing rivers of blood to run down his face. The Freak falls back over Zeke who lifts
him up and Somoan drops him across a set up steel chair. Mikey digs under the ring and pulls out a wrench and hefts it to test its weight. He places Shut
Down’snose in the adjustable wrench and twists first left then right, left then right, left then right; Shut Down’s eyes bulge out from the pain and Mikey
slams his fist into his vomit covered mouth. He releases the wrench’s hold on his nose and turns his back to Shut Down, Shut Down with a beer bottle to
the back of Mikey’s skull causing the glass to shatter into a thousand pieces and shower the crowd nearby. Mikey turns, his eyes rolling up inside his
head, but a big boot sends him into Zeke who is strategically placing right hands into Freak’s face. Zeke is pushed forward slightly off of Freak and he
turns to keep Mikey from falling. Shut Down charges taking them both down with a double clothesline. Zeke and Mikey land almost on top of each other but
quickly begin struggling back to their feet. Shut Down with a boot to Zeke’s midsection, he lifts him up, grunting, brainbuster takes Zeke out momentarily.
He picks Mikey up over his head and slams him down with a gorilla press slam, Mikey’s midsection catching on the railing around the ring. He lifts Freak
up, getting him to come around, Freak nods and climbs up on Shut Down’s shoulders. He leaps from his shoulders with a double knee drop to Mikey’s back
that is bent over the railing, Freak lands in the lap of a pretty young lady at ringside. It happens to be the same lady in his promo that they signed
the doll for, she slaps him and he givers a kiss on the cheek before wriggling out of her lap and slapping the taste right out of Mikey’s mouth. He throws
Mikey back first into the railing before charging with some vicious knees into Mikey’s bloody face. Freak leaps to the railing, getting hang time as he
comes down on Zeke who is being body slammed on the remains of the wooden table. Shut Down picks Zeke up and him and The Freak begin double teaming the
former Rebel Pro tag team champion. Double forearm rocks Zeke’s head back, Shut Down with a left fist, Freak with a right fist, and Zeke is in a world
of trouble here in this match. He powers back with a douuble clothesline, but Shut Down doesn’t go down and Freak is too short to have been hit with the
clothesline. Freak with a kick to Zeke’s knee and he bites him? Freak is biting the midsection of Cuzin’ Zeke, blood is dripping from the wound around
his belly button, Freak slaps the stunned Zeke as Shut Down laughs at his partner’s antics. Shut Down plants a right hand into Zeke’s gaping mouth busting
one of Zeke’s teeth loose with the impact of knuckle on teeth. Zeke is rocked backward and he spits blood from the now missing tooth.

ROB MARTINEZ: I’ve seen it all here, Freak is actually biting Zeke here.

COREY TAYLOR: He is a freak that is for sure; you’ve got to love it.

Shut Down scoop slams Zeke onto the concrete as Freak drops a leg across his throat onto the concrete. Everyone in this match is now bloody except for Shut
Down, he has blood covering him, but it is everyone else’s blood. Wait, change that, Mikey whips Shut Down’s back with a barbed wire whip, Shut Down grunts
from the surprise and Freak with a steel chair stops the whipping his partner is receiving. Mikey falls to the side, Freak with a front kick sends Mikey’s
head into the steel ringpost, but Mikey fights back with a barbed wire whip slashing it across Freak’s face. Freak licks the blood and actually laughs
at Mikey before charging at him. Mikey grabs him for a DDT, Freak flips on over, back dropkick and Mikey is sent into the waiting arms of Shut Down who
plants him with a chokeslam onto his partner Zeke. The Freak is laughing maniacally as he charges back over to Mikey and Zeke and him and his partner toss
Mikey to the side. They begin to systematically take Zeke apart, vertical suplex from Shut Down, front flip leg drop from Freak. Shut Down with a body
slam and Freak flips forward from the ring apron, lands on his feet, flipsbackwards onto his hand before slamming both feet down into Zeke’s face. Freak
digs up under the ring, and finally goes under all the way, the apron material coming down to hide his progress, Shut Down lifts Zeke up and a buzzing
noise is heard from under the ring, here comes the Freak with a shocky stick. He holds it on Zeke’s testicles, but a clubbing forearm blow from Mikey stops
that painfull feeling from happening. Mikey rolls Freak inside the ring as Zeke is booted in the face. Shut Down follows Mikey in throwing a right hook
into his temple, Mikey falls to the canvas, the blood loss finally taking its toll. Shut Down with a piledriver and he places Mikey on his shoulders in
an electric chair position; Freak climbs to the top rope.

COREY TAYLOR: Freak Show going for their finisher Big Top Insanity!

Freak leaps connecting with the hurricanrana and him and Shut Down make the double cover but the ref isn’t there. They look around and the ref is out cold
but Vincent Black stands there with a confident unbloody look on his face He slowly climbs into the ring, carrying Ripper with him, the baseball bat Bubba
J made months ago. He slams it into the gut of Shut Down, into the face of Freak. Both go down, but Shut Down only down to one knee; Vincent swings connecting
with Shut Down’s skull and he goes down in a heap as his eyes roll up into his skull. He rolls Mikey over onto Freak and here comes Jimmy Johnson wearing
his referee shirt that is untucked. He slides into the ring and makes the count.

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh no, this isn’t right!

COREY TAYLOR: No rules in Rebel, it is as fair as a headlock.

One…

Two…

Three.

DING! DING! DING!

JENNY JERSEY: Here are your winners, and NEEEEW Rebel Pro Tag Team Champions, Cuzin’ Zeke and Mikey Massacre… F… T… C!

Vincent lifts Mikey up Zeke rolls in with the belts, he hands one to Mikey. Both look over to Vincent who grabs the microphone from Jenny Jersey. But here
comes Young Money to rain on their title win. Young Money have a score to settle with the members of FTC. Vincent goes after Mack who basically stole his
World title last week. Vincent dives at the current Rebel World Champion and both men go over the top rope with their fists flying. Jer$ey and Hostile
begin trading blows with Mikey and Zeke who were just in a match. Rights and lefts from everywhere! What will happen next week?

ROB MARTINEZ: From Underground, for Corey Taylor and Rob Martinez… good-bye!

The feed is lost with the image Mack, Hostile, and Jer$ey standing tall in the Rebel Underground Arena.

Bedlam
06/09/2009
Backed up against the wall
The animal makes his final stand
He spits and growls and shows his teeth
He’s a foreigner in his own land”

The camera for Durham TV spins around the ringside area capturing seemingly everyone for this big event here. They are ready for some action; popcorn is
being munched down on, drinks being drank.

“When there’s nowhere else to run
You’re a rebel
No more battles to be one
You’re a rebel
Stands out there with his pride
Fights with no one on his side
You’re a rebel”

Jenny Jersey, Rob Martinez, and Corey Taylor are at ringside. Jenny and Rob are talking to fans, but Corey Taylor is just sitting at the announcer’s table
texting on his cell phone.

“Without mercy the pack descends
Hear the cries of justice are in his defense
With a smug satisfaction they strip him

bare
They kill the soul that should have flourished there

When there’s nowhere else to run
You’re a rebel
No more battles to be one
You’re a rebel
Stands out there with his pride
Fights with no one on his side
You’re a rebel”

Chet Whettleson climbs into the ring and has a microphone in his hand, this is different because Jenny usually introduces the fans to the show.

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The fans are going crazy as Chet Whettleson is in the middle of the ring. A Table is set up with a paper in the middle of it. Everyone knows what is about
to go on.

CHET WHETTLESON: REBEL fans… welcome to BEDLAM! Tonight we have several big matches, three of which aren’t set yet. Three titles on the line and the Contender’s
Cup! But I’m not going to shill a show you’ve already paid to see! I’m going to moderate a special contract signing. A match that is over seven months
in the making. A Super Grudge Match to end all Grudge matches.

“Alcohol” by the Dropkick Murphys blares and from the back walks the Ragin’ Redneck Bubba J with a police escort. Bubba J has the burnt remains of Rex’s
Inaugural Rebel Icon banner that he burnt wrapped around his waist like a championship belt. The boos haven’t changed for this man that they cheered to
begin with, almost a year ago. He’s an outlaw in a lawless land. Fired after Rex left, only to be called out and then orchestrate several sneak attacks.
He flips off the fans.

BUBBA J: Kiss my ass you dumb sumbitch!

He gets in the ring, and then the roof pops off the arena.

MORE HUMAN THAN HUMAN, SICKER THAN SICK!

Out walks Rex Caliber with his World Tag Title around his waist. He too has a police escort and the fans do get to slap hands with him, as we see signs
and REBEL Icon Shirts everywhere. Bubba is locked on Rex, who finally reaches the ring.

CHET WHETTLESON: Well, Bubba, you get the privilege of signing first… do you want to say anything before you sign.

BUBBA J: Yeah, I gots a lot to say. But, it all boils down to this. Rex.. you sucked as the Man in damn Charge. You were killing this company with your
stupid decisions and without the interest that Hardcore Entertainment and The Extreme Elite got for REBEL, REBEL would have died by the end of 2008. That’s
a damn fact. We dominated and ruled this company and you tried your best to hold us back. You hated that we was better than the Crimes ever could be. You
just a jealous sumbitch who next month will finally get your ass beat like you deserve. No hiding behind a damn corporate suit, no where to run… me and
you gonna fight. The problem is, you ain’t ever gonna wake up. Ambulance match huh? Well, they should call it a ICU match, cause your ass gonna be in Intensive
Care for the next six months!

REX CALIBER: You go ahead and keep thinking that. But, you don’t have a clue how tough a bastard I can damn be. You need to learn that I was the longest
reigning World Champ cause I’m that damn good. You and your flunkies were pains in my ass, and I figured the best way to rid you and them from REBEL was
to once again compete. I came back to personally throw your ass out of REBEL… but Gordon beat me to it. I come back from training in Japan and things
have changed. But we did get rid of the Ninjas and Black, he is doing his thing, but not causing any real problems for management. You were the instigator,
the (BLEEP) of the Elite. You ruined my damn ceremony, and took my chance away to thank the fans who helped put me on that inaugural list. To top it all
off, you come out here wearing the burnt remains of the banner to insult me! Then after I ask for a match, you show up like a gutless coward and start
attacking me. Then… you crossed the GOD DAMN LINE! You burned me and basically marked me with your shitty initials forever. But I’m cool, calm and collected
though. I know in July, REBEL will never see your ass again. I will make you leave the Grady Cole Center in Charlotte in a damn Ambulance. You just better
pray you ain’t Dead on Arrival!

The attention turns back to Bubba J as he brings the microphone to his lips.

BUBBA J: “I show up like a gutless coward, but from the beginning when I started here you had it in for me. You force me to team with Vincent Black, I supposedly
threaten an employee. Hell, I did threaten an employee and I get fined. One of three you tell me, one of f*bleep*ing three. See, you had it in for me back
then. Why people might ask is because you knew that I was the next Rex Caliber. But the joke is on you, see, I wasn’t the next Rex Caliber.”

The fans erupt, they actually agree with Bubba J.

REX CALIBER: “Damn right you ain’t the next Sexy Rexy.”

BUBBA J: “Know why I ain’t the next Rex Caliber? Cause I am better than your ass will ever be. Come Red, White, and Bruised… Your body Rex will be red
from your blood that I spill, it will be white from the loss of your own life’s force, and when you are slammed into that ambulance. When it carries you
away from here to the hospital, cause that is where you is going… When they put blood back into your system Rex, your body will become bruised. Rex…
I garan damn tee it. The best part… there. ain’t. a. damn. thing. you. can. do. about. it!”

REX CALIBER: “Oh, I’ll…”

BUBBA J” Don’t interrupt me again you sumbitch! See, I ain’t finished talking just yet. The reason I marked you with the Double R?”

Rex looks on with anger in his eyes.

BUBBA J: “Is so that when your ass is eighty something years old, sitting in the nursing home trying to remember what you had for breakfast… You’ll still
have a reminder of me.. Bubba F*BLEEP!*king J!”

CHET: “Bubba J, Rex.”

He looks at each in turn, they look at each other, only acknowledging Chet standing there.

CHET: “After your names are inked to this contract, any physical contact between the two of you will result in a one thousand dollar fine.”

Bubba J actually laughs.

BUBBA J: “You going to try and fine me even when I am not under contract?”

CHET: “If you sign this contract, you will be under contract.”

Bubba J looks at him for a second before turning his attention back to Rex.

BUBBA J: “Give me that damn pen.. wait, I got a better idea.”

Bubba J flicks out a knife and the security escort for both men jump to attention; Bubba J laughs.

BUBBA J: “You think I’m going to go to jail over stabbing a piece of shit? Nah…”

Bubba J pricks the end of his finger and signs his name in blood. He hands the knife over to Rex, handle towards Sexy Rexy.

REX CALIBER: “You think I am going tocut myself with the knife you just put your blood on?”

Rex takes the knife and slices his finger.

REX CALIBER: “Damn right, because come Red, White, and Bruised, I’m going to have your blood all over me. Bubba, I am going to shower in your pain, and
relish every…”

Rex gets only an inch from Bubba J’s face, for his part, Bubba J moved closer to Rex.

REX CALIBER: “F*bleep*king minute of it.”

Bubba J laughs.

REX CALIBER: “I get my revenge for the stunt you pulled at my inauguration. See you then… (BLEEP).”

Rex signs the contract. They stare down, but both sets of security step in. “Red, White and Bruised 3” has a main event and Rex and branded viagra Bubba have their date
with destiny signed. The crowd explodes as it is confirmed for Red, White, and Bruised. Someone is going to get hurt, perhaps more than just one somebody.
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“Shadow of the Season” by Screaming Trees marches through the speakers as from the back, with Fantastic Andy, walks the upturned nose of Derek Stephen
Taylor to a chorus of boos.

JENNY JERSEY: From London England, standing at six feet two inches, he weighs in at two hundred and thirty-five pounds… DEREK STEPHEN TAYLOR!

Derek wipes his feet off on the ring’s apron before climbing into the ring.

“All Black” by Plies hits pharmacy online cialis the speakers and from the back walks the large form of Young Money’s Mack to a continued chorus of boos.

JENNY JERSEY: From Paterson New Jersey, standing at six feet eight inches, he weighs in at two hundred and eighty-five pounds… YOUNG MONEY’S MACK!

They don’t care if he came from Young Money or wherever, they don’t like him and the crowd lets him know that. Mack steps over the top rope and faces the
calm assurred face of Derek Stephen Taylor.

“Rise Above” by Black Flag hits the speakers as from the back, to another continuation of boos, is Johnny Maverick. He doesn’t seem to care if the fans
like him or not if the look on his face is any indication.

JENNY JERSEY: From Washington DC, he stands at six feet two inches and weighs two hundred and twenty-five pounds… JOHNNY MAVERICK!

Johnny climbs up the steps and into the ring, looking at two of his opponents in this fatal five-way.

The crowd gives a mixed reaction to the next song as… “King of the World” by Porcelain and the Tramps hits the speakers. From the back walks Mark Zout
and glad hands some fans on his way down to the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: From Seattle Washington, he stands at five feet ten inches, he weighs in at two hundred and five pounds… MARK ZOUT!

Mark runs up the ring steps and looks at the opponents in the ring, turns to the crowd, and flips himself over the top rope and into the ring.

COREY TAYLOR: Show off.

“The Monster’s Loose” by Meat Loaf plays through the speakers as from the back to a huge ovation, a standing one at that, walks Matthew Kurtis along with
Lyndsey Valentine.

JENNY JERSEY: From Wyclef Kentucky, he stands at six feet eleven inches, he weighs in at three hundred and twenty pounds… “BLUEGRASS BAD ASS” MATTHEW
KURTIS!

Matthew steps up the steps and onto the ring apron. He points at Mack and steps over the ropes himself.

DING DING

COREY TAYLOR: Finally, we are underway here.

ROB MARTINEZ: There are five wrestlers, it takes a while to introduce them all.

Matthew goes right after the man who forced his way into the match, Young Money Mack. Matthew with a faked right hand, but nails Mack in the mouth with
a painful looking left fist. Mack falls backwards, not expecting that to come from Matthew. Mark Zout is in a collar and elbow tie up with Johnny Maverick,
go behind into a hammerlock. Mark drops the hammerlock in favor of a side headlock and Johnny is sent down to the canvas with a running bulldog. Derek
Stephen Taylor was waiting for something like this as he drops a knee on the back of Mark Zout’s head driving his face into the canvas. Derek pulls him
up whipping him into the corner following with a running clothesline.

ROB MARTINEZ: Taylor taking full advantage of someone else’s hard work.

COREY TAYLOR: Why should he have to do all of the ahrd work?

Matthew Irish whips Mack across the ring, he reverses and Matthew is sent running, leaping over the downed Johnny Maverick and modifies his whip in mid-run.
Matthew leaps at the last second slamming his massive frame onto both Derek Stephen Taylor and Mark Zout with a body splash in the corner. Matthew turns
around right into a clothesline from Mack. Mack with a forearm that bends Matthew over backwards at the neck, another, and a third. Mack looks deep into
Matthew’s eyes before saying this is what I want to do to your two brothers as well. Johnny Maverick with an European uppercut to Mack halts whatever it
was he wanted to do to Matthew and instead of holding Matthew, he holds himself, but in pain. Johnny smirks before hitting a picture perfect standing dropkick
that sends Mack into Matthew and squashing all of the other participants in this five-way title contendership match.

ROB MARTINEZ: Johnny Maverick standing tall right now.

COREY TAYLOR: You just wait, he’ll be flat on his back like the majority of the women here in North Carolina.

Matthew shoves Mack backwards and turns to throw a spinning elbow at Derek Stephen Taylor.

One… Two… Thr–Matthew with a leg drop stops the pinfall attempt that Johnny Maverick had on Mack with a roll up. Johnny gets up and is extremely ticked
off here. He dives at Matthew who easily uses his own momentum against him by tossing him over the top rope. A second leg drop sends the rising Mack back
to the canvas. Derek Stephen Taylor with a dig in his trunks pulls out something, he nails the rising Matthew Kurtis with a pair of brass knuckles once,
twice, three times, and the spear from Mark Zout prevents Taylor from going ballistic on Matthew with the brass knuckles. Mark spins running up the turnbuckle
leaping with a corkscrewspinning elbow splash onto the chair holding Johnny Maverick. Both men hit the floor, Maverick having dropped the chair upon impact.
Mark is up quickly though whipping Maverick into the ring apron. Johnny springs to the apron and back flips onto Mark Zout; once again, both men go down.
Fantastic Andy slides in a steel chair, but as Derek goes to pick it up, Mack nails him with a boot to the side of his temple sending him rolling out of
the ring and onto his back.

ROB MARTINEZ: A Young Money member and a Kurtis brother in the ring.

COREY TAYLOR: Come on Mack!

Mack picks up the chair, hefts it checking for the right positioning, and brings it down on the kneeling Matthew Kurtis. Matthew, does not go down, but
grins and begs for some more. Mack swings it like a baseball bat and while Matthew sways backwards, he does not go down, but the blood is running from
his forehead in a river. Matthew flips Mack the bird and Mack hits the ropes, swinging the chair like a baseball bat while he charges down the kneeling
Matthew Kurtis. Matthew ducks under the swing and from the kneeling position spins using the bottom of his legs to trip Mack, which causes him to fall
on top of the steel chair. Outside the ring, Derek Stephen Taylor has Mark Zout up delivering a right hand, that still has the brass knuckles attached.
Mark’s head is thrown back. Wrapping his arms around Mark’s waist, Derekspins slamming Mark back first onto the concrete with a belly to belly over the
shoulder suplex. Johnny stomps on the back of Taylor’s head, but the British superstar pays little attention as he gets back to his feet through the repeated
stomps. Taylor dives with his fists flying at the planted leg of Johnny Maverick with a modified looking spear. Johnny is too slow to prevent Taylor’s
shoulder from connecting with his leg and he goes down with Taylor on top of him. Inside the ring, once more, Matthew pulls Mack up, whipping him into
the ropes. Matthew hits the opposite ropes after a bit, adding momentum into the spear that he levels Mack with. Matthew pulls Mack up to his feet once
more and boots him in the gut, he signals to Lyndsey that it is time for the Bluegrass Bomb; Lyndsey nods. Matthew grunts, but gets the only slightly smaller
man up and drops him with the Bluegrass Bomb and makes the cover as he hooks the leg.

One…

Derek tries to dive in, but his leg is caught under Johnny’s body.

Two…

A masked woman leaps from the crowd smashing a beer bottle into Lyndsey’s face, the bottle shatters into a hundred pieces as blood begins to pour from the
cuts on her face.

Thr– Matthew gets up off of Mack and dives through the ropes at his Lyndsey. The masked woman, who is undoubtedly La Reina de los Mariposas nails him with
the remains of the beer bottle. Matthew falls to the floor in a heep as La Reina jumps up sending her knee into Matthew’s falling face. She walks away
from the scene, but stops before hopping the railing and points back at the downed form of Lyndsey Valentine. La Reina makes a belt gesture around her
waist before shouting.

“After Aerial Assault, that belt is mine…. BITCH!”

ROB MARTINEZ: Why in the…

COREY TAYLOR: For the belt you dumb piece of…

ROB MARTINEZ: No reason for name calling.

COREY TAYLOR: Damn, if I don’t love a girl with violence in her blood and she is sexy as hell to boot.

Mack climbs through the bottom rope as Derek begins to brawl again with Johnny Maverick and there comes Mark Zout to get in on the action. Mack rolls the
seemingly lifeless form of Matthew Kurtis into the ring where he simply hooks the leg.

ONE… TWO… THREE

DING! DING! DING!

JENNY JERSEY: The Rebel Pro World title match pinfall is awarded to Young Money Mack for pinning Matthew Kurtis!

Mack rolls out of the ring leaving Matthew there in his own blood. As he walks past the brawling Johnny, Mark, and Derek, he makes a belt motion and says
it is his. The others know they are competing for the Carolinas belt now. But, they are best buy on cialis competing with no less determination as Derek and Mark are taking
out Johnny Maverick. Mark with a vicious left hand, Derek with a vicious brass knuckled assisted right. Johnny is being worked over by a technician and
a high flyer here up against the railing. Derek turns to Mark to presumably give him some instruction when Mark kicks out with his right foot, twists,
and sends Derek down to the concrete floor with a swinging neckbreaker. Meanwhile, Matthew has rolled out of the ring and is checking on his girlfriend,
who has come around. She seems to be out of it until Matthew tells her that La Reina is the one who attacked her; then Lyndsey’s eyes clear and she mouths
the words “Bitch!”

COREY TAYLOR: Lyndsey may have what it takes yet… only time will tell.

ROB MARTINEZ: Young Money Mack with an opportunity to leave Bedlam with the Rebel Pro World title, if the chips fall right.

Mark Zout runs up the ring steps spinning back with a front toe kick that hits Derek right between the eyes; Derek goes down bonelessly. Mark lands back
on the steps, catches himself with the assistance of the ring post and climbs to the top turnbuckle. He dives with a frogsplash that would have made Eddie
Guerrero proud right onto both Derek and Johnny Maverick. Mark rolls Derek into the ring, having given him the most damage. He lifts Derek up, body slamming
him down onto the canvas.

ROB MARTINEZ: That is the Pacific Plung!

Mark makes the cover and the referee is there with the count as Mark hooks the leg.

One…

Johnny quickly gets up to his feet as Matthew looks up at the sound of the second pinfall.

Two…

Johnny springs to the top turnbuckle as Matthew slides into the ring.

Three.

DING! DING! DING!

JENNY JERSEY: Mark Zout has won the Carolinas Title opportunity for later tonight!

Johnny leaps with a elbow drop that catches Derek right in the mouth. Johnny makes the cover.

One… Two…

Matthew picks Johnny up, stopping the count. Johnny fights back with rights and lefts as Mark Zout slides out of the ring, heading to the back to prepare
himself for his Carolinas title match.

ROB MARTINEZ: Mark Zout has gotten himself a Carolinas Title shot here tonight.

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah, Mark Out, more like he will be passed out.

ROB MARTINEZ: What?

COREY TAYLOR: I don’t know, I couldn’t come up with anything to come back at you with, so I settled for the confusion driver.

Johnny turns in Matthew’s grip, knees him in the stomach, and drops him on the canvas with a DDT. He quickly rolls the big man over and covers him. But
before the referee can count one, Derek slams a forearm into the back of Johnny’s head breaking it up. Derek whips Johnny into the corner following in
with a pointed elbow smash, Johnny ducks floating behind Derek with a rear waistlock, he lifts, but a big boot from Matthew slams into the back of his
shoulderblades and Derek dis ropped. Johnny turns around into the path of a pissed off Matthew Kurtis, Johnny doesn’t seem to be phased. Johnny with a
stiffly thrown right hand, Matthew catches it. Johnny throws a left, but Derek catches it from behind. Working together, Matthew and Derek whip Johnny
into the ropes, but the alliance is short lived as Derek throws the brass knuckled right hand into Matthew’s temple. Matthew doesn’t go down, but Johnny
is returning and as the two turn to face him, he jumps with a double kick to them both. Derek and Matthew double over at the midsection and Johnny sends
them down to the canvas with a DDT. He rolls the more worked over Matthew Kurtis and hooks the leg.

One…

Derek isn’t stirring at all.

Two…

Derek begins to move, but way too slowly.

Three.

DING! DING! DING!

ROB MARTINEZ: That is the final pinfall of the match and Johnny Maverick has earned the #1 Contender’s Cup match, following immediately after this match.
COREY TAYLOR: He is going to go after a championship of his choosing and after being rejected from Rebel Pro before.

JENNY JERSEY: Johnny Maverick has earned the shot at the #1 Contender’s Cup in the following match.

The crowd erupts into cheers and yells of delight, but Jenny doesn’t stop there.

JENNY JERSEY: But that is not all.

The crowd falls silent, not wanting to miss a single word.

JENNY JERSEY: The next pinfall between Matthew Kurtis and Derek Stephen Taylor will give the winner a shot at the Carolinas Title at Underground!

They explode, but Jenny doesn’t seem to be finished yet.

ROB MARTINEZ: All of the surprises and craziness is sure following the name Bedlam.

COREY TAYLOR: Shut up, Jenny is in the spotlight now.

JENNY JERSEY: The one who is not victorious will receive a shot at the #1 Contender’s Cup at either Underground or Red, White, and Bruised!

The crowd is ecstatic as the bell rings again.

DING DING

Matthew

pushes Derek into the ropes, Irish whip sends him into the ropes. Matthew with a clothesline, Derek ducks under, a kick to the back of Matthew’s
knees. Matthew stumbles, but doesn’t fall down to one knee. Derek with a bulldog that sends Matthew onto the canvas where Derek begins to pound away unrelentless
on the wound on Matthew’s forehead. Knowing it is a soft spot for pain, Derek digs his fingers into the skin there and rips both hands backwards causing
the clotting blood to flow more freely than before. Matthew throws up a right hand that sends Derek sailing backwards from the impact. Matthew gets up,
shaking his head and causing blood droplets to fly in a spray, before walking over to Derek. Taylor grabs the trunks of Matthew yanking him forward into
the corner, Matthew’s head seems to make contact with the ringpost, but through all of the blood, we aren’t certain. Derek rolls him up and places his
feet on the top rope for leverage.

One…

Lyndsey dives into the ring.

Two…

Fantastic Andy holds onto Lyndsey’s waist, preventing her from interfering with his client’s pin.

Three.

DING! DING! DING!

JENNY JERSEY: Winner and getting a shot at the Rebel Pro Carolinas Title at Underground… Derek Stephen Taylor!

ROB MARTINEZ: What a ton of surprises here tonight!

COREY TAYLOR: Derek is going to use the Carolinas Title as a stepping stone.

JENNY JERSEY: And getting a shot at the #1 Contender’s Cup at either Underground or Red, White, and Bruised… Matthew Kurtis!

Derek gets up, having been through hell and hocks a wad of bloody spit onto the upturned face of Matthew Kurtis. He and Fantastic Andy leave back up the
entrance ramp.

ROB MARTINEZ: Now, that was uncalled for.

COREY TAYLOR: He won, he can do anything he wants, what is the ref going to do… disqualify him?

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“Rise Above” by Black Flag queues up once again tonight and from the back to a chorus of boos is Johnny Maverick.

JENNY JERSEY: From Washington DC, he stands at six feet two inches and weighs two hundred and twenty-five pounds… JOHNNY MAVERICK!

Johnny climbs into the ring where Jenny Jersey is standing with the Rebel Pro #1 Contender’s Cup in her grasp. Johnny looks perplexed at this, but stands
in front of Jenny Jersey anyways, still sweaty and bloody from the previous match. It isn’t his blood, but he is wearing it proudly.

JENNY JERSEY: Due to a family emergency, the Bird of Prey Jacob Vena will not be competing here tonight. He has forfeited the Contender’s Cup and regrets
that he will be out of action until the Red, White, and Bruised show in July.

Johnny looks at Jenny as if this is a plot against him and his kind.

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the #1 Contender’s Cup by forfeit… Johnny Maverick!

Johnny takes the cup and looks down at it in wonder before holding it high up over his head to the crowd’s undelight. He smirks and climbs through the ropes.
He walks to the back as Spyke Gein walks out to sniff the cup and give it a good lick, he pronounces it delicious!

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***DVD EXCLUSIVE***

All the members of the Young Money crew are in one locker room. There is Jer$ey, Hostile, Mack and Trix. They are scheduling things that are bound to happen.
Jer$ey:: So Mack are you ready for your big match?

Mack:: What match? You mean my walk in the park?

Jer$ey:: If that’s what you call it.

Mack:: Yeah, I’m more than ready. Ready to snap a couple of guys head off.

Jer$ey:: That’s what I want to hear. Bring home at least one title.

Mack:: Man it’s a guaranteed chance from me to bring something home. Hell I got three good chances.

Trix:: Bring one home for me too then.

Hostile:: Bring you one? You best go out there and earn your ass a title, soon. You’re about to be the only one of us with out a belt.

Trix:: Man, Hostile chill. I got this.

Hostile:: You better.

Trix:: Or else?

Hostile:: It’s a New Jersy Head Shot.

—The boys laugh. As some knocks came to the door.

Jer$ey:: Yo, come in!

—And it’s the Jonas Brother.

Jer$ey:: What up boys?

Tommy J:: On our way here we saw this stray dog, and while we were playing he started pissing, so I got piss all over my shirt.

Jim J:: That explains the smell. But anyway we’re here to seal the deal.

Mack:: What deal!?

Jer$ey:: None of your damn business. In fact, let’s talk about this outside.

Jim and Tommy Jonas follow Jer$ey outside the locker room. Then Hostile also came.

Jer$ey:: So you really want to do this?

Jim J:: For a shot at tag team gold, even Canadian tag team gold, we’ll do almost anything. It doesn’t matter to me who I face anyway. I’ll beat up anyone
in my way.

—Hostile stares at the Disney Boy wannabe

Jer$ey:: That’s cool then. Just for doing that, I got a little extra to give you. Hostile do that honors.

—Hostile walks back into the locker room and grabbed a green briefcase.

Mack:: What’s that for?

Hostile:: Business!

Mack:: What kind of business?

Hostile:: That’s between the Jonas Brothers, Jer$ey, and me. You’ll know more whan Jer$ey tells you more. Good enough for you?

Mack:: No!

Hostile:: Deal with it.

—Hostile went back outside the locker room. And handed the briefcase over too Jim.

Jer$ey:: There you have it. Since you actually helping me and my boy out, I’m still going to give you a little extra. Open it up.

—Jim J, opened the briefcase and seen Benjamin Franklins

Jer$ey:: That right there is a hundred grand. Just a few dollars for our appreciation. And I’m looking forward to doing more business with ya’ll, in the
future.

Jim J:: Yeah, now we just go to the bank and deposit this…aw who am I kidding? Hookers and blow all weekend long!

Tommy J: Woo hoo!

Jer$ey:: Thanks man.

—The Jonas’ headed out back into there locker room. As Jer$ey and Hostile, mention a few words to each other. As the scene fades.

***END DVD EXCLUSIVE***

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King of the World” by Porcelain and the Tramps plays through the speakers for a second time tonight as Mark Zout walks from the back to a moderate ovation
here in the building.

JENNY JERSEY: From Seattle Washington, he stands at five feet ten inches, he weighs in at two hundred and five pounds… MARK ZOUT!

Mark sprints down the entrance way, making sure to slap hands on the way, He climbs up the steps and through the ropes into the ring.

“Cocky” by Kid Rock blares to life in the building and the fans go crazy for The Show! He walks from the back with the Carolinas title on one shoulder and
one half of the Rebel Pro Tag belts on the other. He looks out at the crowd and nods his appreciation.

JENNY JERSEY: He is from Paducah Kentucky but is now fighting out of Durham, NC, he stands at six feet three inches, weighs in at two hundred and thirty
pounds; he is the man of a million nicknames, he is one half of the Rebel Pro Tag Team Champions, he is your Carolinas Champion, he is… THE SHOW

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah yeah yeah, bladdity, bladdity, blah.

The crowd is going wild as Chad makes his way down to the ring where he slides in under the bottom rope. He holds up the Tag belt high, then the Carolinas
title. The crowd hasn’t sat down yet. He hands the belts over to Jenny Jersey and begins to loosen up for the match.

DING DING

ROB MARTINEZ: Another possible Aerial Assault tournament match here between these two.

COREY TAYLOR: Honestly Rob, who gives a damn?

Collar and elbow tie up, Mark with a float behind into a hammerlock. Chad rolls forward flipping Mark over him onto the canvas right at the ropes. Mark
kips up to his feet-Shawn Michaels style and Chad seems impressed. Collar and elbow tie up again, Chad with a go behind into a hammerlock, into a side
headlock, Mark shoves Chad into the ropes. Chad rebounds, leap frogs over the lowered Mark Zout, hits the ropes and turns. Mark is there with a clothesline
sending Chad flipping over the ropes to the ring’s apron. Chad holds onto the top rope, slides in under Mark, spin kips up to his feet, belly to back positon
and lifts Mark into the air. Mark flips backwards landing on his feet, Chad turns to face him, both men nod at each other.

ROB MARTINEZ: Excellant moves so far from both men.

COREY TAYLOR: This is bori… holy shit!

Mark just tied up with Chad Kurtis in an arm lock, Chad fliped over, twisted around and somehow hooked Mark into an armlock of his own. Chad chains into
a wristlock,jumps into the air over the outstretched arm, falls down on the crook of the elbow twisting the arm into a modified arm hammerlock using his
legs. Mark falls down to the canvas, pushes with his feet and grabs Chad’s head with his other arm and spins them both around sending Chad down to the
canvas with a spinning DDT. Mark kips back up to his feet holding his arm and trying to get the feeling back in that extremity. Mark hits the ropes, baseball
slide into the rolling Chad Kurtis, who manages to avoid most of the contact. Chad pulls himself up to his feet, ducks under a clothesline attempt and
wraps himself on Mark’s shoulders. Chad has his legs wrapped around Mark’s right arm and his arms wrapped around his left arm. Mark falls back as if for
a Somoan drop, but Chad rolls on through, using Mark’s momentum against him, and his head slams into the canvas. Mark’s shoulders are on the canvas for
a pin attempt.

One… Two…- Markrolls over bridging until the pain on Chad’s neck is unbearable and he breaks the hold. Mark wastes no time in springing to the top rope
flipping backward with a moonsault that lands on the upturned knees of Chad Kurtis. Mark grunts as all of his oxygen is forced out of his lungs and Chad
is on his feet quickly pulling Mark back up to his. Mark whipped into the ropes, Chad follows behind. Mark springs to the middle rope with a back elbow
catching Chad in the forehead with the unprotected elbow. Chad falls to one knee. Mark spins around nailing Chad in the same exact spot with a spinning
heel kick. Chad falls to the canvas on his back.

One… Two… Th–NO! Chad manages to get a shoulder up before the count of three to keep that win streak alive one more match. Mark seems frustrated, but
who wouldn’t be frustrated at not being able to pin The Show?

ROB MARTINEZ: Two near falls here in this match so far.

COREY TAYLOR: Do something crazy.

So far these two are keeping it clean inside the ring, no weapons being involved and the fans are loving the match never the less. Mark nods as he whips
Chad into the ropes. Chad jumps, both legs going through the top and middle rope. He grabs the top rope, spins around as he ducks under the top rope nailing
Mark in the midsection with an awesome looking kick that sends Mark doubling over catching his breath. Chad spins back outside the ring, climbs to the
top rope, on the ropes not using the turnbuckle, and flips over Mark with a sunset flip and another cover here in this match.

One… Two… Thr–NO! Chad is forced off of the pin by Marks authoritive kick-out. Chad is surprised, but for that matter so is Mark. Zout has had a match
already this night and this is Chad’s first of two matches as well. Chad with a forearm shot to Mark’s forehead backing him into the corner.

COREY TAYLOR: That was pretty crazy looking.

ROB MARTINEZ: If anyone can, The Show can.

Chad climbs up the turnbuckle mounting Mark for the ten punches that the crowd so loves. Mark grabs Chad around the waist before he can deliver the first
punch and a massive spinebuster slams Chad’s back into the canvas. Mark spedily through the ropes flipping frontwards with a 360 degree splash that connects
solidly and he hooks the leg for a cover.

One… Two… Thr–NO! Chad rolls up a shoulder just in the instant before the count of three.

ROB MARTINEZ: Almost a new Carolinas champion there.

COREY TAYLOR: In Mark Zout’s first night in Rebel Pro, he is proving the naysayers wrong.

Mark pulls Chad back up to his feet, locks his wrist in a wristlock and walks backwards up the ropes. Mark balances himself on the top rope as he walks,
leaping into the air, he quickly locks in an arm scissors slamming Chad into the mat into a submission hold. The referee nearly slides out of the ring
to check on Chad’s condition. Chad is refusing to give up the title that easily, he is determination personified. Chad grabs the bottom rope, but to Rebel
Pro rules indicate that no rope breaks have to be acknowledged. Chad pulls himself to the second rope, Mark Zout holds on for dear life. Chad to the top
rope, sweating and determined, Mark flips backwards sending Chad rolling. Mark falls back to the canvas, Chad lands on his feet, charging at the rising
Mark Zout. Mark back drops Chad over the top rope, Mark hits his knees, the toll of his first match and the high intensity of this match getting to him.
Chad lands on the apron, springs to the top rope, comes down with a flipping leg drop that sends Mark’s face into the canvas. Chad makes a cover.

One… Two… Thr–NO! Mark still has enough in the tank to kickout before three. Chad is still impressed with this guy, pulling him back up to his feet,
body slamming him in the middle of the ring. Chad yells out to the crowd, who yells back in return. Chad runs up the corner and launches himself backwards
with the Best Moonsault Evelanding directly and squarely on top of Mark Zout. Hooking the leg, he is ready for another cover.

One… Two… Thr–NO! Mark able to kick out again.

ROB MARTINEZ: Chad with yet another near fall here in this match.

COREY TAYLOR: I am fixing to go and get me a hotdog, I’d ask if you wanted one, but I don’t care.

Corey Taylor indeed gets up and leaves the ringside area intent on getting a hotdog. Mark pulled up to his feet, Irish whipped into the ropes, Chad hits
the canvas, Mark leaps over. Chad back up to his feet, flat on his back, Mark returns, Chad shoves him up into the air with his feet and Mark flips over
him to land on his feet? Mark lands on his feet, Chad is astounded, but quickly recovers. Zout charges back, Chad ducks under the clothesline, hooking
the arm and sending Zout down to the canvas with a DDT. But wait, no, Mark was able to block the DDT and shove Chad down to the canvas first allowing him
to absorb much of the impact. Mark flips on over with a one handed handstand, landing near the ropes. Modified springboard to the sitting up Chad Kurtis,
leg hook and a cover.

One… Two… Thre–NO! It was only two and five sixths, that close. Chad manages to roll up just in time.

ROB MARTINEZ: How much will Chad have left for the Rebel Pro Tag Team Title match?

Mark up, whipping Chad backwards into the turnbuckle, he quickly climbs through the ropes to the price of viagra top turnbuckle where he sits on the top turnbuckle behind
Chad Kurtis. Zout synches in a inverted facelock, leaping forward he somersaults turning the inverted facelock into a three quarter facelock; sitting out,
he slams Chad’s jaw into his shoulder finishing off the Diamond Dust. Mark hooks the leg with another cover.

One… Two… Thre–NO! Kurtis able to somehow, someway, dig down deep and pull up enough energy to kick out. Mark is astounded that Chad was able to kick
out of that move, but he continues on. Irish whip into the ropes, reversal by Chad and Mark is sent running. Leapfrog by Chad, Zout ducks under hitting
the ropes. Drop toe hold sends Mark down to the canvas where Chad locks in an STF in the middle of the ring. The referee is there checking on Mark’s condition,
but Zout refuses to give either. He begins to crawl to the ropes for leverage, wishing now he had given Chad the curtosey of a rope break earlier. Mark
is forced to crawl an inch at a time, the pain starting to get into his system and the adrenalline is leaving in a flood.

ROB MARTINEZ: Chad is an accomplished technical wrestler as well as a high flyer.

The crowd here begins to chant “This is awesome!” followed by the standard clapping. Zout reaches the ropes then the arguous task is to try and climb the
ropes to gain leverage. Bottom rope and Chad holds in the STF, second rope and Chad breaks the hold. Mark falls back down, but Chad catches him in a full
nelson, chain wrestling it into a hammerlock, into a chicken wing submission move. Mark is flayling about trying his best to stay upright and break the
hold. Chad backs up the turnbuckle, the chicken wing still synched in and Mark fading fast. Chad climbs up the turnbuckle, thrusting forward from the middle
turnbuckle driving Zout face first into the canvas, he hooks the leg.

One… Two… Thre–NO! How does Zout manage to kickout of moves like that? But he does as this match continues once more.

ROB MARTINEZ: You have got to give it to Zout, he has integrity and determination.

Corey Taylor walks back, carrying a thirty-two ounce cup and a hotdog basket. He sits down at the announce table with a sigh and puts on the headset.

ROB MARTINEZ: Back?

COREY TAYLOR: Obviously, did you miss me?

ROB MARTINEZ: Hardly.

Chad is breathing heavily and pulls Zout back up, placing his head under his armpit for a suplex, Mark hooks the leg, rolling Chad up for a pin of his own.
One… Two… Thre–NO, only TWO! The crowd is going wild for this match. Chad and Zout both up at the same time, forearm from Zout sends Chad backwards,
forearm from Chad sends Mark backwards. European uppercut from Zout rocks Chad’s head, scoop and a body slam near the middle of the ring, and Zout climbs
to the top turnbuckle. He somersaults with a headbutt that connects with the canvas and he busts himself open here in the match; the first blood of the
match. Chad is pulling himself up with the help of the ropes and walks over to where Mark is laying unmoving on the canvas. He lifts him up in the Canadian
Destroyer position… CK Finale! Chad hooks the leg and makes the cover in the middle of the ring.

One… Two… Three.

DING! DING! DING!

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match and STIIIIIILL Rebel Pro Carolinas Champion… The Show… Chad Kurtis!

The crowd is loving these two men right now, Chad pulls Mark up to his feet and both wrestlers shake hands before Zout leaves Chad standing there with the
championship held high over his head.

ROB MARTINEZ: Great show of sportsmanship after a hard fought contest.

COREY TAYLOR: Mma.. fos ftwo fook mmmmver.

ROB MARTINEZ: Didn’t your mother ever teach you to not speak with your mouth full? Nevermind, people like you don’t have mothers…. ZING!

COREY TAYLOR: Immmm gommaf mumgeft fuem.

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“Everyone I Went to High School With Is Dead” quesues up and from the back to a chorus of boos is Tommy and Jim Jonas.

JENNY JERSEY: At a total combined weight of four hundred and sixty-six pounds, JIM and TOMMY, THE JONAS BROTHERS!

They pay no attention to the fans as they get into the ring and await the cocky Zeke and Mikey.

“The Beverly Hillbillies Theme” hits the speakers and for one of the first times, the crowd boos the formerly loveable and now quickly hated Cuzin’ Zeke.
He stops at the curtain.

JENNY JERSEY: From Turkey Cross Kentucky, he weighs in at two hundred and sixty-six pounds…. CUZIN’ ZEKE!

No love for this man, nor his tag team partner.

“Heavy Metal Machine” by the Smashing Pumpkins hits the speakers and if anything changes, the boos get louder because this man has poisoned Cuzin’ Zeke’s
mind.

JENNY JERSEY: From Albuquerque, New Mexico he stands six foot tall and weighing two hundred and thirty-six pounds MIKEY MASSACRE!

ROB MARTINEZ: Sad to see what Mikey has done to Cuzin’ Zeke.

COREY TAYLOR: I’m just glad Zeke finally found his balls.

Zeke and Mikey walk down the entrance way before climbing into the ring to face the Jonas Brothers.

DING DING!

Mikey and Tommy step to the outside of the ring. Cuzin Zeke and Jim Jonas lock up as the fans are booing still. Zeke tries sending the equally big man down,
but to no avail. They twist and no one can get an advantage as they end up hitting the ropes, still locked up. Tommy Jonas is close and tags himself in.
He gets in the ring and nails Zeke with a drop kick. Tommy and Jim hit a double elbow on Zeke and in enters Mikey. Mikey grabs up Tommy and throws him
over the top rope, to the floor. Mikey chop blocks Jim from behind taking out his knee. Mikey helps Zeke up and they begin laying heavy boots into the
man who doesn’t star as Disney attraction, just so you know. They help big Jim up, and we use that term loosely. He is shot into the ropes and Zeke hooks
him off the rebound with a SIDE WALK SLAM! Mikey goes for the cover and Jimmy Johnson is down to count it.

ONE!

TWO!

TOMMY OFF THE TOP WITH A STEEL CHAIR DROP!

ROB MARTINEZ: What a shot by the smallest man in the match!

COREY TAYLOR: I feel torn in this match, I’m just gonna watch that big breasted red head on the front row.

ROB MARTINEZ: You do that.

Tommy is up rather quickly and throws the chair at the charging Zeke… BAM! Zeke is down, and Jim Jonas gets his arm draped over, as Tommy goes up top
once again. SOMERSAULT SENTON ON MIKEY MASSACRE! Jimmy Johnson is counting.

ONE!

TWO!

ZEKE BARELY GETS OUT!

Jim gets up first and he picks up his brother Tommy.. DROPPING HIM ONTO ZEKE! Another cover!

ROB MARTINEZ: Tommy gets a two count, but the damage is being done to Zeke and Mikey.

COREY TAYLOR: I love when this gal claps… CHEER BABY CHEER!

Mikey grabs up the chair and looks almost in a trance. JIM GETS NAILED FROM BEHIND. His head is busted wide open. Tommy is laying in the punches on Zeke’s
head. Mikey grabs him up from behind. GERMAN SUPLEX! Tommy is folded up like an accordion. Jim is back up and pissed. He grabs up Mikey now and throws
him into the ropes… SPINE BUSTER OFF THE REBOUND! Jim shook the ring with Mikey Massacre’s carcass! Jim looks for Zeke, and finds a MULE KICK! The fans
are cheering the action now. Mikey is up and so is Tommy. Tommy ducks under a clothesline attempt and hits Mikey with a spinning wheel kick. Zeke grabs
up Tommy after this though, and plants him face first in the mat with a PILE DRIVER! Mikey is trying to gain his bearings and instruct Zeke to do something.
Zeke goes to his corner and grabs up his chain horseshoe combo. Mikey gets Jim Jonas and holds him long enough for Zeke to do as Mikey says… SMASH JIM’S
HEAD WITH THE HORSE SHOE. Jim’s head is busted from the front now. They move Jim toward the ropes.

ROB MARTINEZ: They have Jim’s arms out and flip the ropes over them, trapping them. This doesn’t look good for the Jonas’ as they hooked the chain over
them for good measure.

COREY TAYLOR: Now the red head’s friend has returned from the beer stand. It’s getting hot on the front row!

With Jim tied up, Zeke and Mikey have full reign over Tommy. Tommy is in the corner and sees the two. They charge at him and both eat a boot to the face
for good measure. Mikey heads outside. Zeke is down and Tommy goes up. Tommy nails his pet move… YOUR MOM! The moonsault leg drop nails. Mikey is trying
to get a table in the ring as Jimmy Johnson goes for the count.

ONE!

TWO!

NO CIGAR, AS MIKEY MAKES IT IN TIME TO BREAK IT UP.

Tommy is hoisted up and MANNY PLEX! Mikey doesn’t go for a cover though. He goes to the outside. He gets a Singapore Cane. He throws it to Zeke. Zeke looks
at him, and Mikey gets in the ring.

MIKEY: HIT HIM UNTIL IT BLEEDS TOO! He said you was a fake, he doesn’t believe in our cause!

Zeke looks unsure, beating a defenseless man and all. He swings and THWACK! Again! Again! Four shots from the cane. And Jim hollers in pain. Tommy tries
getting up, but is met with the cane to the head. He rises only to eat another. Mikey grabs him up and locks him up… THE SELL OUT! Zeke continues his
unmerciful cane shots to the helpless Jim Jonas. The skin is dark red, and bruising cheap online pharmacy but no blood yet.

ROB MARTINEZ: This is sick and just a sign of how determined these men are at sending REBEL wrestlers a message.

COREY TAYLOR: Think that blonde friend of hers goes with both. I mean she’s an obviously a lesbian.. but you never know. She might like…

ROB MARTINEZ: Holy Shit… Jim is finally bleeding from the shots. This isn’t wrestling, this is assault and battery.

Zeke puts down the cane. Tommy is still down from the Sellout. Zeke and Mikey set up the table. Mikey places Tommy on it, as Zeke heads up top. MUDPUDDLE
THROUGH THE TABLE!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

JENNY JERSEY: The winners of the match… CUZIN ZEKE AND MIKEY MASSACRE!

ROB MARTINEZ: That was sick and twisted.

COREY TAYLOR: That was awesome! That blonde kissed the red head, I’m loving it!

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“Voices” by Rev Theory cues up as Chamelion saunters through the curtain. He ignores the booing crowd as he makes his way to the ring, stopping only to
give a thumbs up to a PWA sign and to rip up a Young Money Wrestling sign.

JENNY JERSEY: Representing the Pioneer Wrestling Association, from Las Vegas, Nevada… weighing in at two hundred and forty-five pounds… CHAMELION!

DJ Khaled, Kayne West & T-Pain replace Rev Theory as two members of Young Money make their way down the aisle, REBEL Pro’s Mack and Jer$ey, his Heritage
title on one shoulder, his NAPW Tag title on the other. He stares down Chamelion as Mack tries to mend the ripped-up Young Money sign.

JENNY JERSEY His opponent, representing New Alberta Pro Wrestling and Young Money, accompanied to the ring by Mack, from Patterson, New Jersey, weighing
in at two hundred and twenty pounds… he is the reigning NAPW Canadian Heritage Champion and one-half of the NAPW World Tag Team Champions…. “YOUNG
MONEY” JER$EY!

The two men circle each other… DING DING!

Jer$ey and Chamelion lock-up mid-ring! They battle for the advantage, Chamelion releases the collar-and-elbow and applies an arm ringer. But not for long
as Jer$ey reverses it into an arm ringer of his own. Chamelion with another ringer! He steps into it and brings his elbow down on the arm socket of Jer$ey.
Again! And he turns it into a side headlock. He wrenches it but Jer$ey slips behind him. Belly-to-back suplex—no! Chamelion back flips out of it! Chamelion
going for one of Jer$ey’s finishers, the No Look Back this early? But Jer$ey knows his move and hits him with a jawbreaker! Chamelion staggers back. Jer$ey
off of the ropes… clothesline… ducked by Chamelion! Chamelion with a jumping high kick… ducked by Jer$ey! Jer$ey off o f the ropes, catches Chamelion with
a clothesline! Jer$ey lays the boots to his opponent. Picks him up, tosses him into one corner. Whips him across the ring… reversed into a short-arm clothesline
by Chamelion ! Ducked by Jer$ey! Jer$ey with a waistlock, reversed by Chamelion into one of his own! Reversed again! Jer$ey with a German suplex but Chamelion
backflips out of it! Waistock by the PWA legend. German of his own! Jer$ey backflips out of it! They’re copying each other! Jer$ey with a dropkick to the
back of Chamelion’s knee sends him down. Elbow drop. Another! A third! But Chamelion rolls out of the way and Jer$ey elbows the mat. Chamelion up and off
of the ropes… baseball slide dropkick to Jer$ey as he tries to stand! Chamelion walks over to Jer$ey as he begins to stand up, hooks him. Snap suplex!
Cover! One! Two! Th—kickout!

ROB MARTINEZ: Close call there.

COREY TAYLOR: I don’t know who to pull for…. geez, the choices.

Chamelion picks him up. Places him in the corner. Knife edge chop. Another! A third! Whips him across the ring, Jer$ey hits the corner hard and stumbles
forward. Chamelion runs forward and clotheslines him to the mat! Off of the ropes… Rolling Thunder Leg Drop! Cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THR—KICKOUT!

Chamelion picks Jer$ey up. Whips him from rope to rope. Jer$ey boots Chamelion when he goes for a back body drop! Off of the ropes… running bulldog to Chamelion!
Jer$ey again with the big boots. Helps Chamelion up… scoop and a slam! Now Jer$ey is going up top… moonsault time? But Chamelion is getting to his feet.
Jer$ey calls an audible… missile dropkick! And a cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THR—KICKOUT!

ROB MARTINEZ: Another close call.

COREY TAYLOR: I’ve only been tis torn once before. A brunette and a blonde… the choices!

He picks up Chamelion, off of the ropes, ducks his head for a back body drop… Chamelion catches him with a swinging neckbreaker! Now Chamelion going up
top… missile dropkick of his own as Jer$ey tries to stand! Cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THR—KICKOUT!

Chamelion waits for Jer$ey to stand… Hooks him for the Rupture! But Jer$ey tries to elbow out of it! Two elbows to the side of Chamelion’s head… a third
releases him! Jer$ey off of the ropes… back body drop from Chamelion! Jer$ey quick to his feet but Chamelion clotheslines him over the top-rope! Chamelion
follows him out. Mack has slid the briefcase to Jer$ey.

ROB MARTINEZ: Come on, so who did you choose?

COREY TAYLOR: With these good looks… both.

Chamelion stalks Jer$ey… Jer$ey hits him with the briefcase! He stumbles back. Jer$ey opens up the briefcase. Inside are the Golden Sweets! He puts it on!
Meanwhile, Chamelion is going into his tights… looks like he has a replica of the Sweets himself! Both men run at each other… and knock the other out!
Mack is trying to wake Jer$ey but to no avail. He rolls Chamelion into the ring. He brings Jer$ey into the ring with him. And puts Jer$ey on top! It is
REBEL after all!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

NO!

NO!

Kickout by Chamelion!

Chamelion is out of it but manages to roll on top of Jer$ey.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

NO!

NO!

Kickout by Jer$ey!

ROB MARTINEZ: Both with a Golden Sweets blow!

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah, that blow…

ROB MARTINEZ: Will you call the match?!

Both men very slow to their feet. They are standing mid-ring now and exchanging blows! Jer$ey forces a collar-and-elbow and forces him into the corner.
Chop! Chop! Whips him across the ring, reversed by Chamelion! Chamelion runs in… Jer$ey gets his foot up! Lariat sends Cham to the mat! Chamelion slowly
gets up… Jer$ey hoists him into a fireman’s carry… Million $ Shot! Cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE—KICKOUT!

ROB MARTINEZ: These two men are going back and forth tonight.

COREY TAYLOR: I wonder what happened to those two…

Jer$ey picks Chamelion up. Throws his head into the turnbuckle. Again. Again! Belly-to-back suplex! Jer$ey going up top. Moonsault! NO! Chamelion manages
to roll out of the way! Chamelion waiting for Jer$ey to stand. Jer$ey takes his time, holding his back. Chamelion with the Sweet Sound of Success! No!
Jer$ey ducks underneath! Superkick of his own! Cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

…

NO!

NO!

Kickout at the last possible nano! Jer$ey going to the outside. He is looking through the rest of the contents of the briefcase. Some Young Money Wrestling
documents, some loose cash… and a wrench?

COREY TAYLOR: Brenda and Rebecca were their names…

Jer$ey enters the ring with the wrench. He bends over Chamelion. And puts one of his fingers in the wrench! He looks at Mack and out of the crowd, a sadistic
expression on his face… but Chamelion puts him in a Triangle Choke! Another move out of Jer$ey’s playbook! He wrenches it, no pun intended! The referee
asking Jer$ey if he wants to tap out but he is shaking his head no! He is using his free hand to punch Cham but to no avail. Suddenly, realizing how close
he is to the ropes, he reaches for them, wanting to use their leverage to break the maneuver. He gets the bottom rope! And forces Chamelion to break the
hold! Chamelion picks up Jer$ey as he tries to get some oxygen in his lungs, whips him off of the ropes. Spinning heel kick to Jer$ey! COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

NO! KICKOUT!

ROB MARTINEZ: Chamelion going for a sharpshooter.

COREY TAYLOR: How much money do you get paid?

Now Cham is applying a Sharpshooter! But Jer$ey kicks him away! Jer$ey to his feet, Cham charges… arm-drag takedown he gets! Jer$ey lays on the boots! Picks
him up, whips him from one rope to the other… Chamelion reverses! And he grabs Jer$ey and lands a mean spinebuster! Now Chamelion is going up top! He is
going to mimic Jer$ey’s moonsault! But Jer$ey climbs to his feet. Meets Chamelion at the top! Hooks him… HOLY SHIT! NO LOOK BACK… OFF THE TOP ROPE!

COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

WTF?

THE LIGHTS IN THE ARENA GO OUT!

COREY TAYLOR: Did Gordon forget to pay the bills?

ROB MARTINEZ: Our microphones are still working. Something fishy is going on here…

COREY TAYLOR: Don’t touch my leg!

ROB MARTINEZ: I’m not!

COREY TAYLOR: Jenny?

ROB MARTINEZ: I doubt it’s her, either, Corey…

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah, you’re right for once. I can tell from the hair on her palm that it’s actually your wife. My bad.

ROB MARTINEZ: The lights are back on!

COREY TAYLOR: So who in the hell touched my leg?

A man in the front row, off to the side of Corey Taylor, is smiling. Chamelion is standing in one corner as Jer$ey stands mid-ring, trying to figure out
what the hell just happened. He looks around to find Chamelion but doesn’t see him until it’s too late… SWEET SOUND OF SUCCESS! Cover! ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

JENNY JERSEY: And your winner… from the Pioneer Wrestling Association… CHAMELION!

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Time for the World Tag Team Title Match! The Sports Connection parking lot sold special tickets and gave some away to local veterans for this match! In
the middle of the parking lot are four cars that act as turnbuckles with Caution tape from one to the other, creating a makeshift ring! Pins and submissions
must take place within the ‘ring.’ In one corner stands Shut Down and The Freak. In the other are the REBEL Icons. No introductions… because there is nowhere
to be introduced from!

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, at a combined weight of five-hundred pounds, SHUT DOWN AND THE FREAK… THE FREAK SHOW!

Boos for these two! They are facing Chad Kurtis and Rex Caliber after all!

JENNY JERSEY: And their opponents, the REBEL Pro World Tag Team Champions, weighing in at four-hundred and seventy-five pounds, “THE SHOW” CHAD KURTIS AND
“THE NEXUS ONE” REX CALIBER… THE REBEL ICONS!

There’s no bell but a referee shows up… so I guess this match is on! Chad will start the match off with The Freak. I guess the teams are respecting tag
team tradition… but for how long? Both circle the ring sizing each other up, and both showing a little hesitance to rush in head first. The two smallest
of the teams decide to lock up, struggling in a contest of strength, and Chad is put down to one knee. The Freak initially overpowering Chad, wait no,
Chad is back up on his feet and The Freak is the one down to a knee. The Show slides on a headlock having such great leverage over The Freak, but The Freak
pushes himself loose and goes into the ropes… comes back and gets a big shoulder block on his return! Chad secures the big man on the cement with an elbow
drop, getting up and another elbow drop. Chad with the early pin, just barely a one count, but we can’t blame him for trying. The Freak gets to his feet
just before Chad and scoops the challenger up and slams him down. The Freak quick to his feet, but a clothesline from The Show sends him back down! The
Show now for another early cover and he gets a one count as well. Chad and The Freak get to their feet at the same time, this time The Freak runs in for
a clothesline but it gets ducked and he keeps running and dropkicks Rex and sends him down to the floor! The Freak runs at The Show… only to be taken down
by headscissors!

Shut Down enters the ring and delivers an absolutely massive belly to back suplex to Kurtis! On the HARD cement! He picks up The Freak. As Rex stands outside
the ring, Shut Down tosses his partner into him! Shut Down greets the rising Kurtis with a big right hand. Another! A third! Steps back, runs forward…
Big Boot—ducked by The Show! The Show with a spinning heel kick that sends the big man down! Asai moonsault off of one of the cars! But he lands on the
back of Shut Down as he rises! And Shut Down is still standing—it had no effect! HUGE snapmare from the big man to The Show! On the ‘outside’, The Freak
has grabbed a steel chair from a sitting fan. He swings it down at Rex! Again! A third time—Rex rolls out of the way! He’s giving chase to Rex… Rex with
a drop toe hold that sends The Freak crashing forward into the chair AND the cement! Rex slowly gets up, bringing The Freak with him, sends his head into
a car! But here comes Shut Down! He sends Rex’s head into the same car! Both Rex and The Freak are on the ground as Chad Kurtis charges Shut Down! Back
body drop to The Show but he lands feet first on the car. Shut Down spins around… The Show with a cross body block, taking the big man down! Rex gets to
his feet. He signals to his partner. Double Suplex to Shut Down! They drag him back into the ‘ring.’ The Show makes a cover.

One! Two! The Freak runs and lands a perfect senton to break it up by jumping OVER the caution tape! Rex grabs him and throws some furious punches to his
back. Brings him over the caution tape. He opens the backseat of a car, places The Freak’s head in it… and SLAMS the door on his head! He picks up The
Freak and throws him back into the ring. The Show covers him now! One! Two! Shut Down is up and breaks it with an elbow! Rex locks up with Shut Down. Shut
Down backs him against the hood of a car. Right hand! Right hand! Big headbutt to Rex! Rolls him onto the car. And Shut Down is going up top! He hoists
Rex up in a Gorilla Press! On top of a CHEVY! He’s going to TOSS him onto the CEMENT! Meanwhile, The Show and The Freak are brawling back and forth outside
the tape. Rex manages to get out of the Gorilla Press! He climbs down onto the roof of the car. Dropkick to Shut Down sends him off of the hood to the
CEMENT BELOW! Flying elbow drop! Cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THR—KICKOUT BY SHUT DOWN!

That move took a lot out of Rex as the impact on the cement is much less forgiving than the impact on the mat he is used to! The Show wins a battle of fists
with The Freak and sends the smaller man to the mat. The Show climbs up a car… Moonsault! NO! The Freak rolls out of the way! Now The Freak is climbing
up top. Moonsault of his own! The Freak opens the back trunk of a station wagon… and finds a mail cart! He takes it out. He picks up The Show and puts
him on it. Then proceeds to running push the mail cart into another car, sending The Show’s body flying into a windshield of another car! Now The Freak
is up on the hood of the car… Hesitating Dropkick sends The Show THROUGH THE WINDSHIELD!

HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Rex has no idea what just happened to The Show. Him and Shut Down are exchanging punches in the middle of the ring. Shut Down takes the advantage with a
vicious knee to the gut! He steps outside the ring to grab the steel chair from earlier… brings it down on Rex’s back! Rex to the ground. Shut Down waits
for Rex to slowly stand… SPEAR TO THE CEMENT! COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THRE—NO! KICKOUT!

Here comes The Freak with The Show. He’s bloody and beaten! Throws him into the makeshift ring. Cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THRE—KICKOUT!

How did The Show kick out of that? How is he still conscious? The Freak picks up The Show, hooks a Russian Legsweep. Shut Down spears BOTH of them! What
a MOVE! Covers The Show!

ONE!

TWO!

THRE—KICKOUT!

The Freak is out of it too! Shut Down picks up Kurtis. Applies his Full Nelson finisher! The Show might have no choice but to tap given how much blood he
is losing! But Rex breaks the maneuver with a steel chair across the back! Shut Down turns around angrily, only to meet two… three more steel chair shots!
And he falls! Now Caliber is working the crowd, pumping his arms in the air. He checks on his buddy Chad who nods to him. Now Rex is going to try to do
what he was unable to do in his one-on-one match with Shut Down…he puts Shut Down on the roof. Total Annihilation time! He has him up on his shoulders!
NO! Here comes The Freak! He dropkicks the back of Caliber’s knee! It forces Caliber down to the ground, forcing him to drop Shut Down, who falls flat
on the hood of the car, denting it! Still a lot of damage to Shut Down but a LOT LESS than Total Annihilation would have inflicted! The Freak raining punches
down on Caliber. And he grabs the steel chair! Swings it down at Caliber… caught by Caliber! They fight over the chair as Caliber stands. Kick to the gut
of The Freak! And he feels the chair! He puts The Freak up on the hood… Total Annihilation to him! COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

NO! NO!

Broken up by Shut Down’s foot! Shut Down hammers away at the back of Caliber! Picks him up… Two-Handed Choke Bomb on the cement! COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

NO! NO!

Broken up by The Show! Shut Down stands… The Show with a Showtime off of a car to Shut Down! A dropkick to The Freak! A cover of Shut Down!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

NO!

NO!

AMAZING! The Freak kicking the back of The Show as he tries to stand. The Freak grabs the steel chair… across the back of Kurtis as he gets to his feet!
Roundhouse punch sends Chad to the ground! The Freak goes up top. Sight Unseen! Cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

NO!

Broken up by Caliber! He picks up The Freak. PLANETARY COLLISION! COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THR—NO! NO! BROKEN UP BY SHUT DOWN!

Shut Down’s forehead is gushing blood from Kurtis’ devastating DDT earlier. The Show with a SECOND SHOWTIME! This has to be it!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

YES! NO!

FOOT ON THE CAUTION TAPE!

Kurtis looks frustrated… how the hell can he put this guy away? He drags him into the middle. Climbs up a car… 450 Splash! COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE—NO! NO! KICKOUT!

The Freak crawls to the outside. He opens a car door. Enters the ring… low blow to Chad Kurtis! Takes his head… and throws it THROUGH THE CAR DOOR WINDOW!
Kurtis’ head is stuck in the broken glass, his body shaking! Now The Freak is going up top. Guillotine leg drop from the top of a car to the back of Kurtis’
head!

THAT’S (BLEEP) UP! THAT’S (BLEEP) UP! THAT’S (BLEEP) UP! THAT’S (BLEEP) UP!

Rex is slowly getting to his feet. He sees The Show’s head through the car window and cringes. What he doesn’t see is The Freak behind him atop a car. Shooting
Star Press to Rex sends him down! Shut Down stands up, grabs Rex, hoists him on his shoulders. The Freak back on the hood of a car. BIG TOP INSANITY!

COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE! THAT’S IT!

JENNY JERSEY: Your winners… and NEW REBEL PRO WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS… THE FREAK AND SHUT DOWN… FREAK SHOW!

The Freak and Shut Down are raising their arms in the air as EMTs come out to check out The Show. Shut Down takes a garbage bag out from underneath a car.
He’s distributing its contents to the booing fans… S&M Bert & Ernie dolls?

WTF?

“Umm, thanks?” a fan says, looking at the pair of dolls with a sickening look on his face. It’s a new era in the REBEL Pro World Tag Team Division!

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“All Black” by Plies queues up and for the second time tonight, here comes Young Money’s Mack to a thunderous ovation of boos.

JENNY JERSEY: From Paterson New Jersey, he stands at six feet eight inches and weighs in at two hundred and eighty-five pounds… cialis for sale online YOUNG MONEY’S MACK!

Mack walks nonchalantly down to the ring, paying little attention to the fans. He stops only long enough to yell back at a fan who threw a cup of Coke at
him.

“Carbomb” by The Acacia Strain hits the speakers and from the back walks the Rebel Pro World Heavyweight Champion Vincent Black.

JENNY JERSEY: From Glens Falls New York, he stands at six feet eleven inches and weighs in at three hundred and forty-one pounds… he is your Rebel Pro
World Heavyweight Champion… VINCENT BLACK!

Vincent walks past the booing fans and to the ring. Removing the belt from his shoulders, he hands it off and steps over the top rope to come face to face
with Mack. These two begin jawing back and forth at each other when the bell rings.

DING DING

Mack with a big right hand, Vincent ducks under laughing and mocking Young Money’s Mack. Vincent with a right hand of his own that connects with Mack. Right
hand from Mack, right from Vincent, right from Mack and these two big men are just throwing punches. The sound of them connecting reverberates through
the building, but neither is slowing down. Vincent with a boot in Mack’s midsection, following it up with an elbow drop on the back of Mack. Young Money
goes down to his hands and knees, but cups his hands together. Mack lifts them up together right into Vincent’s crotch, Vincent stops his laughter and
groans. No matter how big you are, that will hurt every time. Mack now begins to laugh when he slams a big meaty fist into Vincent’s gut. Mack with a huge
forearm into Black’s face, sending him falling backwards. Whip and the big Vincent Black is sent running. Mack with a clothesline that sends Vincent over
the top to the floor below. Mack follows him out and the crowd is going wild, they are fixing to see two hated men destroy each other. Black whipped into
the ring steps and they are sent flying to the railing. Mack stalks him, but stops to pick up the bottom half of the ring steps, he lifts them high up
over his head, slamming them down onto Vincent’ss head, busting him open early in this match. Mack lifts them high up again, but Vincent kicks backwards
into Mack’s ankle and he drops the steps, it clatters to the floor. Vincent pulls himself up with the railing, turning to find Mack holding at his injured
ankle. Vincent clotheslines Mack down to the floor. Vincent picks up the top part of the steps and digs the corner of the metal into Mack’s forehead and
now both men are bleeding from the forehead.

COREY TAYLOR: Blood already from both men, exactly what I like.

ROB MARTINEZ: Two behemoths going at it for dominance in the Rebel Pro jungle.

Vincent stomps down on the face of Mack and a crunching sound is heard as the bone in Mack’s nose lets go, blood flows down his upturned face. Vincent lifts
the now bloody Mack up to his feet slamming a forearm into his bloody face, grinding that broken nose into a hundred different pieces. Vincent slams Mack’s
head down onto the apron, leaving a bloody faceprint there. Whip into the railing and it crashes over as Mack’s weight slams into it. Mack begins to struggle
up to his feet as the gathered crowd scatters from the fight. Right hand from Vincent, another, and a third. Mack shoves a broken beer bottle into Vincent’s
midsection halting the fight momentarily. Blood is flowing from the wound as Mack slams the bottle into Vincent’s face, drawing even more blood from the
World champ. Mack with a elbow sends Vincent back towards the ring, but Mack stops him with a boot to the midsection and a DDT onto a steel chair. Vincent
goes limp on the floor which makes Mack have to lift him to a vertical position. Mack has Vincent up half-way when Vincent squirts ketchup into Mack’s
face temporarily blinding him in the process. Mack tries to wipe the ketchup out of his face, but Vincent with a stiff kick to his balls causes his hands
to leave his face and hold at his manhood. Vincent picks up the steel chair, bringing it down on the back of Mack’s body sending him down to his knees.
Black then golf swings the chair into Mack’s face rocking him backwards ontop of the dented segment of railing. Vincent pulls another section of the railing
apart body slamming it on top of Mack’s prone body; Vincent jumps into the air with a double foot stomp right ontop of him making a Mack sandwich.

COREY TAYLOR: If that isn’t a Mack Attack…

ROB MARTINEZ: Figured you’d say something stupid like that in this match.

Black takes the railing back up, then uses it like a steel chair and brings it down repeatedly onto Mack’s bloody body, while he hums his entrance song.
Mack reaches out punching the back of Vincent’s knee, he drops the railing. Mack with another rapid fire punch and a third, Vincent stumbles back. Mack
swings the railing, Vincent is slammed in the face with the railing and he falls down to the concrete floor. A fan at ringside hands Mack a little black
bag and it is Trix! Mack digs through the bag to find a can of pepper spray, he bends over Black’s body and empties the can into his face, Vincent studders,
spits, and wipes away the fluid, but to no relief. Mack laughs at Vincent’s feeble attempts at getting rid of such a potent stuff. Mack stomps on the side
of Vincent’s gagging face, and a second time. Mack pulls Vincent up, slamming him face first into the metal ringpost.

ROB MARTINEZ: Vincent is in effect, blind.

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah, and he can’t see anything either.

Grabbing his head like a battering ram, he rams Vincent’s head into the railing busting the top of his head open with the force of the impact. Mack is having
a good time with the Rebel Pro World Champion and rolls him into the ring before walking back to the black bag and tossing it inside the squared circle.
Mack, rolls into the ring right behind the bag. Mack drops a knee across the throat of Vincent and tells the referee that he is not making a pinfall, but
only choking Black, and the referee is powerless to do anything about it because there are no disqualifications. Mack begins to punch downwards into Vincent’s
face with glee and precision, but Black with a thumb to the eyes of Mack stops his precision punches. Mack holds at his eye, Black with a right hand into
the broken nose of Mack. Mack grunts from the pain and now Vincent has the little black bag with the Young Money goodies. Vincent unzips the bag and pulls
out a box of Morten salt, flipping the little spout, he pours a handfull of the salt into the gash on Mack’s forehead, he screams as the salt enters the
wound. Mack slaps at the wound trying to clear away the salt, but to no avail, he is just grinding the salt in further. Vincent pulls out a little bag
of thumbtacks and drives them one by one into Mack’s cheeks. After about ten tacks are in his cheeks, Vincent grinds them in further until he can feel
the tacks scraping teeth inside Mack’s mouth. He pulls Mack up to his feet, whipping him into the corner, big body splash has Mack nearly unconscious,reverse
scoop body slam sends Mack face first onto the canvas. Vincent climbs out of the ring and digs under it to pull out a table, two tables, and a few steel
chairs. He tosses each of these into the ring before looking under the ring again, he pulls out a chain and a ring wrench, now the ring is nearly full
of weapons. He sets up one of the tables and picks up a steel chair. Lifting Mack up to a vertical base, he swings the chair, but Mack ducks from the swing
somehow sensing the swinging steel. Inverted DDT sends Vincent’s head onto one of the steel chairs, the ring shakes violently from the big time impact.
Mack grabs the other table, sets it up on top of the other and places the two stacked tables near the center of the ring, but closer to a corner. He grabs
Vincent and pulls him over to the corner, before climbing up himself. Mack pulls Vincent up towards him on the top turnbuckle and over six hundred pounds
is on the top turnbuckle.

ROB MARTINEZ: That is alot of weight on that one bolt there.

COREY TAYLOR: This isn’t going to be…

Mack with the double handed chokeslam sends Vincent through the table. The ring folds from the impact and they fall into the cavity in the middle of the
ring, the referee is sent rolling from the ring’s collapse.

COREY TAYLOR: pretty.

Mack is on top of Vincent and the referee is forced to make the count.

One…

Here comes Bubba J!

Two…

He slides into what remains of the ring and pulls Mack off.

Three.

DING! DING! DING!

But not soon enough to prevent the title exchange.

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match and NEEEEEW Rebel Pro World Heavyweight Champion… Young Money’s… Mack!

The crowd is shocked because now Bubba J and Mack are going toe to toe on one slanting part of the ring. Here comes Trix from the crowd, Vincent isn’t moving
at all.

ROB MARTINEZ: A new champion, possibly going to need a new ring, and Vincent may be dead!

COREY TAYLOR: That is where the chain came from, Vincent took it from the ring’s set up.

Bubba J is holding his own against Mack, who has been in two hellacious matches tonight, but Trix swings the ring wrench and splits open the back of Bubba
J’s bald head. Bubba J falls down to the slanting canvas, on his knees, and Trix swings another homerun swing, Bubba J is layed out at Mack’s feet. Mack
lifts him up in the double handed chokeslam, spits into his face, and slams him down ontop of his friend Vincent Black.

COREY TAYLOR: Oh My GoD! Young Money has four titles in their grasp!

ROB MARTINEZ: Mack is standing tall as here comes Young Money’s Jer$ey.

Jer$ey walks back from the back, having lost his match earlier tonight, but his faction has their first World title. Mack is holding the belt up high as
he looks down on Bubba J and Vincent Black.

ROB MARTINEZ: Bedlam indeed. For Corey Taylor, I am Rob Martinez, so long and good bye.

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American Anarchy 2009
06/02/2009
What seems like millions, but is actually only three hundred and fifty people mill about in the concession stand, merchandise area, and some are actually
sitting in their seats waiting for the action to begin. Rex Caliber is out signing autographs for the fans with a purchase of the Best of Rex DVD there
on his table. The new Rebel Icons shirts are going like hotcakes and Chad Kurtis is allowing a little boy to hold his belts while he takes a picture with
the little tyke.

“Backed up against the wall
The animal makes his final stand
He spits and growls and shows his teeth
He’s a foreigner in his own land”

All of the fans look up, they know that this song signals the beginning of the show as soon as it is through playing. They quickly finish their purchases
and hurry to the ringside area.

“When there’s nowhere else to run
You’re a rebel
No more battles to be one
You’re a rebel
Stands out there with his pride
Fights with no one on his side
You’re a rebel”

The song continues to play as Jenny Jersey steps sexily through the ropes.

“Without mercy the pack descends
Hear the cries of justice are in his defense
With a smug satisfaction they strip him bare
They kill the soul that should have flourished there”

She walks to each side of the ring, playing to the crowd there. The chorus plays one more time to give them time to get to their seats.

“When there’s nowhere else to run
You’re a rebel
No more battles to be one
You’re a rebel
Stands out there with his pride
Fights with no one on his side
You’re a rebel

You’re a rebel and not a winner
You’re a fighter and now you’re bloodied
You’re a rebel and not a winner
You’re a fighter and now you’re bloodied
You’re a rebel and not a winner
You’re a fighter and now you’re bleeding”

JENNY JERSEY: Alright! Lets get right into the action!

The crowd is happy to hear that and they cheer!

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As “Circus” by Britney Spears plays we hear a few wolf whistles from the mostly unresponsive crowd.

COREY TAYLOR: There’s only two types of people in the world, the ones that entertain and the ones that observe.

ROB MARTINEZ: Well, given her performance on Underground, Miss DiMera better be a put-on-a-show kind of girl this week.

Riley stands at the beginning of the aisleway then starts jogging down to the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, from Chicago Illinois, standing at five feet seven inches … RILEY DIMERA!

Riley dives in under the bottom rope and awaits her opponent for American Anarchy.

“Baila Cassanova” by Paulina Rubio is heard through-out Rebel Arena as Jenny Jersey continues her introductions

JENNY JERSEY: Next, accompanied to the ring by La Reina de los Mariposas, from Villahermosa, Tobasco, Mexico standing six foot four and weighing two hundred
and forty-five pounds El REY DE CORAZONES!

This time we hear a much louder reaction from the crowd. Female fans cheering “The King of Hearts” as he signs autograph books and hands out flowers while
the main whiste at his sister, seemingly without effect. When they reach the ring, Mariposas walks over to stand at Rey’s corner as her “Little Brother”
enters the ring. Rey approaches Riley, stops smiles and offers her the remaining small bouquet

ROB MARTINEZ: Isn’t that sweet?

COREY TAYLOR: He is just trying to get in her cvs cialis pants. Can’t say I blame him though.

Taking the flowers, Miss DiMera throws them in Casanova’s face then delivers a hook kick to the back of his right knee. Caught off guard, El Rey drops to
his one knee on the mat. Riley takes two quick steps backward and hits the ropes, springboarding into a verticle press, knocking Corazones onto his back.
She follows it up with a barage of punches to his head and chest.

ROB MARTINEZ: Riley getting agressive early on this match. Probably trying to make up for her poor showing last week.

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah, Aggressive and she likes to be on TOP. I’m starting to like this girl !!

After the flurry of hitting has gone on for a while, La Reina de los Mariposas slides under the bottom rope and grabs Riley by the hair yanking her back
and yelling at her. As the croud starts to chant “HLA . . . HLA . . .” we see two ugly looking figures wearing dark glasses stand up and start to make
their way toward the ring. Before they get far, however, the ref comes over and shoos Mari out of the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: Mari interfereing there, trying to save her brother the embarasment of a quick loss. It also sounded like she was yelling something about
being the top Biotch on the Rebel roster.

COREY TAYLOR: More like the Ref just saved La Reina. By the look of things a couple of Riley’s Mafia bodyguards were gonna jump in as well and teach Queen
Butterfly a lesson.

ROB MARTINEZ: Meh, they were more likely just eager fans. Just likely trying to get a better view of the match.

COREY TAYLOR: You realy ARE naive, aren’t you?

El Rey and Riley are both up now and circling around each other, sizing up their opponent. Rey sticks to the center and La Figlia della Mafia (Italian for
The Daughter of Mafia) keeps close to the ropes. After several moments Riley is the first to make a move as she tries to repeat her success from before
by launching herself off the ropes again. Thistime she goes for a springboard moonsault but Corazones catches her in mid air and executes a full nelson
body slam. He gets to his knees pulling her into a sitting position and locks in a rear chin lock. Miss DiMera struggles to free herself inching closer
and closer to the ropes.

COREY TAYLOR: I wonder if Riley is failing to realize that there are no rope breaks.

ROB MARTINEZ: By the look in her eyes, don’t think that is what she has planned anyway.

With a final struggle, Riley slides out of the ring, using her weight to pull El Rey down, guillotining him on the ring rope. We hear a collective Owwww
from the audience and The King of Hearts releases his grip to grab for his windpipe Riley takes this moment to scramble up again and start climbing the
turnbuckles and delivers a double axehandle which drives Rey to one knee. Still holding his neck and coughing, Corazones stands up and Riley DiMera grabs
him by his wrist, using all of her weight to Irish whip him into the ropes. She sets up for a spear as Rey rebounds but El Rey sees it and performs a soumersault
over her to land on his feet. Riley, though, lands hard on her leading shoulder.

ROB MARTINEZ: And The King of Hearts shows the fans some great acrobatics as well as excellent ring presence there, evading the Mafia Princess.

COREY TAYLOR: Yes, Miss DiMera may have some Luchedora training but El Rey IS Luche.

Casanova shakes his head and steps over to offer Riley an assist in standing. She thanks him however by punching the King in the crown jewels. The guys
in the crowd moan in sympathy as Riley DiMera climbs the inside of the turnbuckles and waits. El Rey de Corazones slowly straightens up and turns around
only to meet Riley DiMera’s shoulder as she has just launched herself into . . .

ROB MARTINEZ: It’s the RDM . . . Miss DiMera’s finishing move. She picked a great time to execute it with El Rey stunned by that last move.

COREY TAYLOR: Yes, but will she be able to capitalize on her good fortune.

She goes for the pin . . .

. . . 1

. . . 2 NO!

ROB MARTINEZ: And El Rey powers out at just under the two count. You know, I heard a rumor backstage that after Arial Assault, Mariposas is gonna be challenging
Lyndsey Valentine to come to Rebel and defend her NAPW Women’s title.

COREY TAYLOR: Now THERE is a rematch I would realy be Jonesing for.

ROB MARTINEZ: You AND most of the male fanbase.

Both Corazones and Miss DiMera stagger to their feet. Riley, frustrated goes to charge at El Rey but Mariposas reaches under the ropes and grabs her foot.
This brief pause gives Rey just enouth time to meet Riley’s charge with a spinning Clothsline . . . But Riley falls back into a Matrix Evasion. El Rey
however uses the momentum of his spin as he hits the ropes and rebounds into a lionsault. He grabs at Riley and as he does he continues the move into a
La Majistral Cradle.

. . . 1

. . . 2

. . . 3

JENNY JERSEY: And the Winner of the match . . . El REY DE CORAZONES!!

ROB MARTINEZ: And The King of Hearts achieves a much needed win with the Horquilla del Corazón. The fans are realy eating this up tonight!

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah, and this was just the Opener. We have many more great matches to look forward to yet.

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JENNY JERSEY: The following match is set for one fall.

“Voices” by Rev Theory blares through the crowd as Chamelion walks from the back. Chamelion is wearing camoflauge and is carrying a plastic toy shotgun.
He looks around with a set of binocalurs and holds a finger to his lips, but the fans only give him more boos. He pays no attention to the booing crowd
who knows who he is from the episodes of Saturday Night Rampage. He walks over to a fan who has an outstretched hand, the fan is about ten years old. Chamelion
sticks out his hand before pulling it back and giving his trademark cheshire cat grin.

JENNY JERSEY: From Las Vegas Nevada, he stands at six feet four inches, weighs in at two hundred and forty-five pounds. Representing the Pioneer Wrestling
Association, CHAMELION!

Chamelion walks up the steps and climbs into the ring.

“Anthem for the Underdog” by 12 Stones flies through the speakers as the crowd jumps for the Bird of Prey.

JENNY JERSEY: From British Columbia Canada, he stands at six feet two inches, weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds… he is your Rebel Pro #1 Contender
Cup Holder… BIRD OF PREY!

Jacob looks in the ring at the camoflauged Chamelion and shakes his head before handing the cup to the fan that Chamelion messed with just moments before.
Jacob then climbs the steps, jumping over the top rope. Chamelion looks down the sight of the shotgun and pulls the trigger. Yellow pellets shower down
over Jacob, which just serves to infuriate him. Chamelion laughs as Jacob charges at him.

ROB MARTINEZ: A little uncalled for.

COREY TAYLOR: That is hilarius; wonder why no one else has ever done it.

DING DING

Chamelion drops the gun, collar and elbow tie up. Chamelion with a wristlock into a hammerlock. He slaps the cheek of Jacob before releasing the hold. Bird
of Prey turns

around charging at Chamelin; drop toe hold and Bird of Prey is on the canvas. Kip up by Chamelion has him back on his feet, baseball slide
into Jacob, who rolls out of the way. Jacob up to his feet, throwing a right hand at Chamelion, it connects driving the PWA superstar backwards into the
center of the ring. Another right hand, Chamelion ducks underfull nelson merging into a DDT sends Jacob forehead first onto the canvas. Chamelion kips
up wiping sweat from his brow then slapping his hand across Jacob’s face. Chamelion hits the ropes, seeeming to be ready for an elbow drop, Bird of Prey
moves as the elbow comes down, Chamelion’s elbow slams into the canvas hard. Bird of Prey up quickly hitting the ropes with a springboard lionsault that
flattens Chamelion to the canvas. He quickly pulls the PWA superstar back to his feet, Irish whip into the corner. BoP charges in, Chamelion with a foot
raised. Jacobslides under the bottom rope, having ducked under the foot. As he slides past Chamelion’s foot, he grabs the planted foot, pulling it with
his momentum. Chamelion lands face first on the canvas as BoP’s momentum keeps him going, Chamelion crotched on the ringpost. The crowd groans.

COREY TAYLOR: Sandra isn’t going to be able to play tonight.

ROB MARTINEZ: Sandra?

COREY TAYLOR: Chamelion’s wife.

Bird of Prey gets back up and begins clapping to get the crowd into this match, they get his point and begin to clap along with him. He jumps to the apron,
leaps to the top turnbuckle and dives with the SMW! Chamelion rolls out of the way, Jacob rolls through the move unharmed. He spins back around charging
at Chamelion. Armdrag takedown and now Bird of Prey is going on the defensive. Jacob up to a knee, Chamelion struggling to keep him down. Right hand to
the ribs of Chamelion, a second. Chamelion drops the hold, spins around, leg sweep takes Jacob down. BoP lands on his shoulders but continues the roll
backwards until he is up on his feet, Chamelion can’t believe this. He charges with a clothesline, BoP ducks under, Chamelion with a mulekick sends Bird
of Prey shoulder first into the ringpost. He comes back holding at his injured shoulder in pain. Chamelion kicks out with his finisher, the Sweet Sound
of Success, but Bop has obviously scouted as he ducks under the kick.

ROB MARTINEZ: Bird of Prey has scouted Chamelion well.

COREY TAYLOR: Bird of Prey is just lucky, that’s all.

Chamelion brings his foot back down as Bird of Prey charges at his planted leg with a spear, Chamelion leaps into the air with a one legged leap frog. Jacob’s
momentum sends him through the ropes, he manages to catch the middle rope, spin himself around, slide in under the bottom rope and kip up to his feet in
one fluid motion. Chamelion looks impressed with that series and nods. Bird of Prey holds at his shoulder again, because that little display cost him dearly.
He once again charges at Chmelion, The Rupture!

COREY TAYLOR: The Rupture!

ROB MARTINEZ: Looked alot like Derek Stephen Taylor’s finisher.

COREY TAYLOR: What do you expect, DST and Phoenix are clients of Fantastic Andy Strickland and Phoenix and Chamelion are business acquaintences.

Chamelion kips up to his feet, hits the ropes, and rebounds with a springboard lionsault onto the Bird of Prey. Chamelion climbs to the top turnbuckle,
looks down at Jacob and mimics shooting him with a gun. Chamelion leaps with the Spread My Wings.

COREY TAYLOR: The Mimic. Before you ask, it is what he calls his opponent’s move when he performs it on them.

ROB MARTINEZ: So, the DST move is called the Mimic as well?

COREY TAYLOR: No you butt kissing imbesile, he calls that the Rupture.

ROB MARTINEZ: What about the lionsault thing?

COREY TAYLOR: Honestly, don’t you watch more than just the Weather Channel? He calls that The Final Touch.

ROB MARTINEZ: I watch more than The Weather Channel, I like Animal Planet too.

Chamelion is standing just waiting on Bird of Prey to get back up and he eventually does just that. Jacob is weary looking around for Chamelion, he turns
around. *WHAM!* Sweet Sound of Success and Jacob’s head is nearly removed from his neck. Chamelion makes the cover.

COREY TAYLOR: Sweet Sound of Success!

One…

Two…

Three.

DING! DING! DING!

JENNY JERSEY:The winner of the match… Chamelion!

ROB MARTINEZ: Bird of Prey gave a good fight.

COREY TAYLOR: You do know you don’t get paid extra to lie right?

Chamelion nudges the side of Jacob’s head before flicking his sweat onto his upturned face. He climbs out of the ring and heads to the back as “Voices”
plays over the speakers. The song quickly changes to “Go Hard” by Dj Khaled, Kayne West & T-Pain . Chamelion stops in his tracks looking up at the boss
of “Young Money”, Jer$ey. The two stare daggers at each other, but Jer$ey just claps for Chamelion before pointing to a poster for Bedlam next week and
raises his eyebrows by pointing back to Chamelion then back to the Bedlam poster.

ROB MARTINEZ: Does this mean Young Money Jer$ey is challenging Chamelion to a match next week?

COREY TAYLOR: They don’t pay you the big bucks for nothing do they?

Jer$ey walks into the back, and Chamelion follows him after a bit.

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“Everyone I Went to High School With Is Dead” by Mr. Bungle hits the speakers and boos hit the arena for the not Disney boy band.

JENNY JERSEY: At a total combined weight of four hundred and sixty-six pounds, JIM and TOMMY, THE JONAS BROTHERS!

The brothers make their way down to the ring and climb in as the crowd’s boos don’t change for the next team.

“Rape This Day” by Tomahawk hits the speakers and The Rejects walk from the back.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing next at a total combined weight of four hundred and fifteen pounds, the team of SPYKE GEIN and JOHNNY MAVERICK… THE REJECTS!
They slide in under the ring and this match is set to begin.

DING DING

In the ring, Jim Jonas throws a right hand, Johnny ducks under the blow hooking him up with a half nelson slam. Mule kick to the balls stops that slam though
and Johnny is left holding himself. Short arm clothesline sends Johnny down to the canvas. Jim runs over to Spyke, right hand sends the turnbuckle chewing
Spyke down to the concrete floor. Jim turns around, front kick sends him into the corner. Johnny begins to pummel Jim down to a seated position. Tommy
dives with a shoulder tackle breaking up the beat down. Jim back up to his feet, double Irish whip, double back body drop. Spyke climbs back into the ring
and as Jim is picking up Johnny, Spyke levels him with a beer bottle sending Jim down to the canvas with blood pouring down his temple. Spyke turns leveling
Tommy to the canvas with the broken end of the beer bottle.

ROB MARTINEZ: Blood already in this match.

COREY TAYLOR: I am torn, I don’t know who to pull for.

Spyke begins to chew on the beer bottle? And he is smiling as he does it, this guy is sick. Johnny gets up, and taps Spyke on the shoulder, the bottle chewing
maniac turns, eyebrows raised. Johnny points down to Jim and the two toss him over the top rope unceremonously. Tommy is left alone in the ring with The
Rejects. Beer bottle to the gut and Tommy is bleeding from his stomach, right hand sends Tommy reeling backwards. Spyke is Irish whipped into the reeling
Tommy Jonas with a clothesline. Tommy is down, but Jim is… no where to be seen? He has left his partner and brother?

ROB MARTINEZ: Where did Jim Jonas go?

COREY TAYLOR: I don’t really know, I didn’t see him go under the ring.

Johnny and Spyke lift Tommy up, double brainbuster and Tommy is in a world of hurt. Spyke spits in his upturned face for good measure and begins to grind
the chewed up glass right into his face and eyes. Tommy is keeping his eyes closed to prevent damage to his eyes. Johnny turns around looking for Jim Jonas
and doesn’t see his partner Spyke get nailed with a nail gun in the forearm. The nail goes right through Spyke’s arm and he looks down as if it was merely
a fly landing on his arm. He looks to Jim and shakes his head, a serious look now on his face. Jim backs up, shaking his head that he didn’t really mean
to do it. Spyke with a right fist, another, and a third. But Spyke isn’t stopping there as he is really letting Jim have it all. Johnny turns around to
see Spyke beating the holy hell out of Jim Jonas and a smile crosses his face. Johnny bends down for Tommy, but a low blow with the remaining part of the
beer bottle to the nads and thighs halts his progress. Tommy is smiling as he drags the broken bottle down Johnny’s thighs, bringing rivelets of blood
flowing down. Right hand from Tommy sends Johnny back to the corner. A catapult sends Johnny flying across the ring to land in his partner’s back. Spyke
turns around, right hand to his partner, Spyke is in his own world and is fighting his partner.

COREY TAYLOR: Way to use Spyke’s zoning out to their advantage.

ROB MARTINEZ: Spyke has no idea what he is doing or where he is right now.

Somehow Johnny gets through to Spyke and he quits punching his lights out. Jim is in a seated position and Tommy now has a roll of duct tape and is pulling
it from the roll, he has evil intent in his eyes and on his face. Spyke turns around, split finger to the eyes, Spyke is blinded. Tommy drags him over
to the corner and begins to tape him in the corner, he wraps layer after layer around his arms, making him stationary. Jim rushes over with a spear right
into Spyke, who is helpless to do anything. They turn their attention to the rising Johnny Maverick, who is unaware of his partner’s predicament. Tommy
superkicks Spyke’s head nearly off his shoulders before finally turning his full attention to Johnny Maverick. Jim is behind him and their finisher is
landed with perfection; the superkickplex.

COREY TAYLOR: It is over.

ROB MARTINEZ: And Spyke is helpless to do anything about it.

Each brother takes a leg, they split his crotch nearly in two different halves with that move. Johnny is in obvious pain, but the brothers begin to have
fun as they take turns stomping on his crotch while humming a merry tune to each other. Finally, Jim goes to the top turnbuckle, Tommy drags Johnny over
to his brother and Jim pulls him into a powerbomb position, a top rope super powerbomb, but Jim turns, he…

ROB MARTINEZ: He powerbombs him from the http://generic-cialisonlinerxno.com/ top rope to the concrete, Johnny’s back has to be broken!

COREY TAYLOR: Nah, I didn’t hear any bones cracking, just that fat chick eating some damn nochos in my ear.

Jim rolls Johnny in and lets Tommy make the cover.

One…

Two…

Three.

DING! DING! DING!

ROB MARTINEZ: Thank goodness, this is over.

COREY TAYLOR: I sort of enjoyed the show.

JENNY JERSEY: Winners of the match… Jim and Tommy Jonas, the Jonas Brothers!

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JENNY JERSEY: The following contest is set for one fall.

“Essence of Wounds” begins to play and out comes Derrick Daze and Lacey Gloria. They receive a modest mixed reaction from the fans. The duo haven’t had
a lot of success here lately in REBEL, and neither have a made an impact on the fans really.

ROB MARTINEZ: Lacey has accompanied her partner to the ring tonight, maybe it’ll stop the constant interference from Andy.

COREY TAYLOR: Constant what? The man has never broken a rule here in REBEL! Simply put!

ROB MARTINEZ: Just because it doesn’t break the REBEL Rules, doesn’t mean he doesn’t cross the line of integrity.

COREY TAYLOR: I’ll have to look that word up and get back to you with my rebuttal. (yelling) SOMEONE GET ME A DICTIONARY… STAT!

JENNY JERSEY: Accompanied by his tag team partner, Lacey Gloria… the first competitor weighs in at one hundred eighty five pounds. He is from Jefferson
City, Missouri… DERRICK DAZE!

The Scream Trees take over the PA System and the crowd turns to a roar of boos. Fantastic Andy, carrying his patented potted plant and Derek Stephen Taylor
enter the ring side area. They don’t seem to care what the fans are doing or yelling. Andy seems nervous, but Taylor is just jawing with the fans, getting
riled up.

ROB MARTINEZ: The fans were disgusted with the actions of these two last week. Taylor destroyed that woman last week.

COREY TAYLOR: That girl signed a contract, just like Taylor. She was read the rules, just like Taylor. She got paid… JUST LIKE TAYLOR! So don’t blame
Taylor for what happened. He did what he was paid to do. He whooped that bit-

ROB MARTINEZ: Whoa… time for Jenny.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent. He is accompanied by his manager Fantastic Andy. He weighs in at two hundred and thirty three pounds. He is from London,
England… DEREK… STEPHEN TAYLOR!

DING DING!

Daze and Taylor circle each other and quickly lock up. Taylor uses his weight can you buy viagra over the counter and height advantage to push Daze down. Right after Daze hits the mat, Taylor
drops an elbow to the sternum of Daze. As Daze tries to get up, Taylor quickly asks for something from Andy. Lacey doesn’t get over their quick enough
and a Dead End road sign is slid into the ring. Daze gets up and Taylor catches him quickly with a boot to the midsection…. DOUBLE ARM DDT! Daze is out,
and Taylor mounts him. Jimmy Johnson is ready to count, but Taylor is instead paint brushing the chest and face of Daze with slap after bloody slap. Taylor
allows Daze to get up again. He then slings Daze into the corner quickly. Taylor follows it up with a clothesline attempt! DAZE WITH A BOOT! Taylor staggers
a bit. Taylor turns around and Daze with a drop kick… THAT MISSES! Taylor pounces on Daze and hooks in the Regal Stretch! Daze is at the ropes, and grabs
them.

ROB MARTINEZ: Damnit, why isn’t Derek Stephen Taylor letting go? Is he just sadistic?

COREY TAYLOR: He doesn’t have to. Simple as that. Hey man, does Lacey’s boobs look bigger than they did a couple weeks ago?

ROB MARTINEZ: What?

Taylor finally lets Daze go, after several pleads by referee Jimmy Johnson. Taylor motions for something from Andy. Andy gets a steel chain from under the
potted plant. Lacey Gloria however, stops him before he can throw it to Derek. Andy and Lacey are fighting over it. Taylor sees this and goes over to where
they are. He picks up Lacey by the hair, and drags her into the ring. Daze is trying to get up… but doesn’t get to over in time… BRITISH POUND ON LACEY
GLORIA! Daze spears Taylor, and follows it up with some heavy hands to the face. Daze attempts a Standing Moonsault, but Andy pulls Taylor out of the way.
Taylor has the chain now, as Daze holds his midsection after the failed moonsault attempt. Taylor wraps his hand with the chain and begins pummeling Daze
in the forehead with the punch after punch. Daze is bleeding pretty good now, and the fans are booing the living daylights out of Taylor. He smiles then
takes the chain and unwraps it. He goes over to the now moving Gloria and begins choking her with the chain.

COREY TAYLOR: You play with fire you get burned Martinez!

ROB MARTINEZ: This is just sick!

Taylor chunks her lifeless body to the outside, and goes to work on Daze’s legs. He gets a steel chair, and bashes the knees of Daze. AGAIN! AND AGAIN!
Taylor looks sinister as he neupro canadian pharmacy tells the crowd… it’s over! THE TRAFALGAR SQUARE! Daze is locked in but he is near the ropes. Taylor’s version of Texas Cloverleaf
is a very damaging, painful move. Daze gets to the ropes and Jimmy Johnson asks for a break.

ROB MARTINEZ: Taylor actually listens and let him go. That’s so shocking.

COREY TAYLOR: Wait for it…

Taylor lets go, but then pulls Daze to the middle of the ring. Daze is locked in the move once again. Several seconds later, and the match is over. Daze
has no choice but to tap out.

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of the match, DEREK STEPHEN TAYLOR!

ROB MARTINEZ: This mean streak might just lead Derek Stephen Taylor to a title shot soon.

COREY TAYLOR: Title shot hell… he’s gonna be champ baby! But seriously… Lacey’s boobs are bigger man. I think the chick might have gotten implants!
Derek Stephen Taylor isn’t finished though as he gets a steel chair from Andy on the outside. Derek Stephen Taylor hooks the leg of Derrick Daze into the
chair and climbs to the top turnbuckle.

ROB MARTINEZ: He isn’t going…

COREY TAYLOR: Double foot stomp connects and Daze is rolling around whining like a baby. Is his leg supposed to bend that way?

Paramedics rush down to the ring pulling Daze onto the stretcher as DST stands beside Andy laughing at their handywork.

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JENNY JERSEY: The following match is set for one fall with no time limit!

The crowd definitely approves of no time limit., but they quiet down as Jenny Jersey brings the microphone back up to her mouth.

JENNY JERSEY: We’ve been informed that “Young Money” Trix has been injured in a car accident.

The crowd doesn’t like that anyone was hurt in an automobile accident so they are subdued. That and now it appears to be a three on two handicap match when
they were promised a six man tag match.

JENNY JERSEY: But, Young Money Jer$ey has sent down his newest acquisition, Hostile to replace Trix in this match!

The crowd’s respect for the hated Young Money rose a bit with this news.

“All Black” by Plies jingles through the speakers as the first member of Young Money’s stable comes from the back in the form of Mack. Mack is dressed in
black in tribute to his injured partner Trix.

JENNY JERSEY: From Paterson New Jersey, he stands at six foot eight inches and weighs in at two hundred and eighty-five pounds… YOUNG MONEY…. MACK!
The crowd gives this man no love and he returns the favor by sneering at them as he walks towards the ring.

“5 Minutes Alone” by Pantera jingles its way through the speakers as the newest member to Young Money walks from the back to a big chorus of boos. Hostile
is also wearing black paying tribute to the injured Trix.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing his tag team partner, from Jersey City New Jersey, he stands at six feet two inches, weighs in at two hundred and thirty pounds;
he is one half of the NAPW Tag Team Champions… HOSTILE!

Hostile holds up the NAPW tag team belt for the crowd to see and points at it then himself as he climbs the ringsteps.

JENNY JERSEY: And their tag team partner…

She looks at the entrance curtains then to the ring where the masked man seems to have just appeared out of thin air. Jenny is shocked and so is the members
of Young Money along with the crowd.

JENNY JERSEY: The Masked man?!

Inside the ring, the masked wrestler nods his head, leaning in the corner waiting on the entrance of Bluegrass Mafia.; he somehow now has a chair in his
grip.

“My Old Kentucky Home” plays through the speakers as from the back walks Matthew and Jonothan Kurtis to a huge ovation from the crowd assembled here. They
walk down the entrance way slapping the hands of the fans along the way.

JENNY JERSEY: At a total…

She is interrupted as Kid Rock’s “Cocky” blares through the speakers to an even bigger ovation. Matthew and Jonothan Kurtis smile and stop in their tracks.
Chad bursts from the back slapping hands along the way.

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, I give you… CHAD, JONOTHAN, AND MATTHEW KURTIS…. BLUEGRASS MAFIA!

Chad slides under the bottom rope and is in the ring as Jonothan flips over the top; Matthew steps over the top. All six men are facing each other inside
the ring.

DING DING

COREY TAYLOR: Finally we can get this party started.

ROB MARTINEZ: Any idea who the masked man is?

COREY TAYLOR: Well, idiot, Bubba J has been making appearances here lately and he was seen at Young Money’s headquarters.

The masked man walks up in front of Mack and Hostile and stares Chad Kurtis right in the eyes. Chad stands at the forefront of his brothers just as the
masked individual stands in front of Mack and Hostile. The chair swings out connecting with Chad’s skull and the brawl commences. Chad whipped into the
corner and the masked man is pounding away at Chad Kurtis with rights and lefts; looking eerily similar to someone. Mack and Matthew are exchanging blows
and a spinning heel kick from J-Kurt sends Hostile down to the canvas. Matthew with a boot to the midsection and Jonothan with a chair shot sends Mack
down to the canvas beside Hostile. The two Kurtis brothers turn to the corner where the masked one is pounding away at their brother. Matthew turns him
around, but boot to the gut and a stunner! Jonothan stares in disbelief as a boot is placed in his gut and another stunner!

COREY TAYLOR: Bubba J!

ROB MARTINEZ: That is the Trailer Park Trash! Where is Rex Caliber?

Chad comes charging out of the corner, Trailer Park Trash and all members of this match except for the masked man are down. Mack and Hostile are getting
up, each has a saddistic smile on their face. Bubba J picks up the chair and walks over to where his two partners are standing smiling. The chair swings
out catching Mack right above the nose sending him down to the canvas once more with a trickle of blood running down between his eyes. Hostile can’t believe
it as he turns swinging a meaty right fist. Bubba J ducks under the right hand. stomp to the knee, low blow, chair shot to the back of Hostile and a Trailer
Park Trash for his efforts. He walks over to where Mack is looking up dazed and flicks him off, vintage Bubba J.

COREY TAYLOR: Bubba J has laid them all out!

ROB MARTINEZ: I can’t believe this, like he has to take the mask off now.

In the ring Bubba J is untying the mask as Rex Caliber is now rushing down to the ring to take on the Ragin’ Redneck. The mask is loosened just as Rex hits
the ring. The mask falls to the canvas and is… it is… The Freak? In the ring, The Freak is grinning ear to ear as Rex looks on dumbfounded before charging
at him with a spear. Freak leap frogs, lands with a double foot stomp on Chad Kurtis, and leaps over the top rope to the outside. Rex turns around to give
chase as The Freak happily laughs as he runs through the crowd. the Freak? What in the world is going on here?

COREY TAYLOR: You have been dooped.

Mack is getting up inside the ring now, the blood dripping from his chin, he pulls Hostile up from the canvas as well. Motioning to Chad, they pull up the
Carolinas champion and one half of the Rebel Pro Tag champs to a vertical base. Hostile sets up the steel chair then him and Mack lift Chad up, slamming
him down neck first through the steel chair and Chad lays motionless. Matthew spears Mack through the ropes as Jonothan springs from the middle rope with
a front kick taking Hostile towards the opposite ropes. J-Kurt and Hostile begin to trade blows and this match has not resembled a tag team match yet.
Matthew whips Mack towards the railing and he slams back first into the flimsy railing. Medical personell are rushing down to the ring as Matthew battles
with Mack and J-Kurt is battling with Hostile. Inside the ring, the paramedic is pulling out a set of brass knuckles? What is going on here. He begins
to pound away at the unmoving Chad Kurtis who is defenseless. Jonothan notices what is going on and rushes over, but the paramedic rolls out of the way.
The hat falls off and it is the injured Trix! OH MY God! Trix isn’t really injured and he smiles up at Jonothan Kurtis with malevolent intent burning in
his eyes. Jonothan begins to smile as well; Trix turns around slowly at the cheer eruption of the fans. Rex Caliber with a right hand, another, a third.
Rex whips Trix into the railing, as he rebounds, Rex with a fireman’s carry slam. Rex digs up under the ring and removes a pair of pull ties and ties up
Trix like a criminal. He walks down to the ankles of Trix and hooks him up with another tie as well. Then a security guard and paramedic rush down to the
ring. Rex stops them before they get to the ring, he looks them both over before nodding that they are legit.

ROB MARTINEZ: Rex knows the personell cause he used to be the MIC.

COREY TAYLOR: Rex is just a di”

ROB MARTINEZ: The security guard is dragging Trix to the back and he looks none to pleased.

The paramedic speaks into a walkie talkie and another paramedic rushes down, the two load Chad up on the stretcher and rush him backstage. Rex trots along
side of the procession as the forgotten match is continuing on. Mack with a back elbow to Matthew’s jaw stunning the big man. Hostile with a thumb to J-Kurt’s
eyes stops his momentum. European uppercut sends J-Kurt reeling backwards. Hostile tosses J-Kurt bodily into the corner and begins to stomp away at his
midsection, paying special attention to his ribs. Mack with a low blow to Matthew Kurtis sends the big man doubling over at Lyndsey’s favorite place. Mack
with a right fist to the side of Matthew’s face sends him down to the area between the mat and railing. Mack begins to rip up the padding from the ringside
area tossing it to the side in a gesture of violence to come. He walks over to Matthew and as he grunts, he body slams Matthew onto the exposed concreete.
Matthew’s back makes a sickening sound as it connects with the concrete. Inside the ring Hostile has J-Kurt in an abdominal stretch and is pounding away
at the exposed ribs. The crowd is telling Young Money what they think of them and their actions, but it is only fueling their fire. Hostile with an elbow
to the ribs. Mack with a boot to Matthew’s midsection and a piledriver… no wait! Matthew counters it with a back body drop and Mack’s back slams sickeningly
onto the exposed concrete. Matthew falls on one knee and is shaking his head. Hostile turns just in time to see Mack hit the concrete and he walks over
to the ropes. Big mistake as J-Kurt runs with a bulldog over the top rope and to the concrete.

ROB MARTINEZ: I agree with the crowd… Holy shit!

COREY TAYLOR: Impressive, even I have to admit that.

J-Kurt is pulled up to his feet by Matthew and the two brothers high five each other before turning to the rising Mack. Double clothesline is ducked under.
Mack turns around, Mafia Kick from Matthew, scissor kick from J-Kurt sends Mack face first onto the concrete. The crowd boos heavily as from the back comes
the charging Jer$ey sprinting down the entrance way. Matthew is ready with a big right hand; Jer$ey ducks under. Jonothan with a savate kick that Jer$ey
misses by falling to the concrete. The kick lands in the middle of Matthew’s shoulder blades, he stumbles forward. Jer$ey pulls the one leg out from under
J-Kurt causing him to fall down to the concrete. Jer$ey has the “Golden Sweets” on his knuckles and drives them deep into Jonothan’s temple; he is knocked
out. Matthew comes charging back, but a Golden Sweets punch to his bits stops him dead in his tracks. Jer$ey begins to yell at his employees to get up
and finish this job when Shut Down comes from the crowd to spin Jer$ey around. Shut Down wraps a hand around Jer$ey’s throat, chokeslam onto the concrete.
Jer$ey is laid out. He walks over to Matthew, who is still holding his abused bits, high knee to Matthew. He leans over the railing and pulls a baseball
bat from a fan who is wearing a Freak Show t-shirt. *WHAM!* baseball bat to the ribs then back of Matthew Kurtis sends him down to the floor in a heap.
J-Kurt is up, way out sized by Shut Down, but ready for the fight anyways. Shut Down swings the bat, J-Kurt ducks under, he grabs the wildly swinging bat.
Seeing that the odds are somewhat evened now, Shut Down steps backwards over the railing and backs into the crowd. Another security guard comes down to
the ring to hook Jer$ey up in handcuffs and march the Heritage and co tag champion from NAPW to the back.

ROB MARTINEZ: This is pandamonium.

COREY TAYLOR: This is Rebel Pro.

ROB MARTINEZ: True there sir.

JENNY JERSEY: I have just received the news that this match is now a tag team match. If anyone else interferes in this match, they will be fined over one
thousand dollars!

The crowd jumps up with this news that the match will finally have some control. The referee has been powerless so far in this match up and it is now a
normal two on two tag team match; well as normal as Rebel Pro can get.

ROB MARTINEZ: Finally some order.

COREY TAYLOR: With all the money that Young Money has, do you think they care about a measly thousand dollar fine?

Jonothan is watching the retreating Shut Down, who has a match next, and is unaware that Mack has gotten back to his feet. Mack spins Jonothan around, boot
to the midsection, lift and powerbombed back down to the concrete. J-Kurt never had a chance, Mack rolls him into the ring. Hostile is back up as well
and slides one, two, no three tables inside the ring, following them in. Hostile sets up the first table then lays the other two tables on top of the set
up table. Mack motions for him to come around to beside him; Hostile obliges. They lift Jonothan up in another double powerbomb position and J-Kurt is
slammed down through the tables; the splinters go flying in every direction. Matthew has gotten up on the outside of the ring, baseball bat in hand. Mack
makes the cover on J-Kurt, Hostile sees Matthew coming.

One…

Hostile dives with the steel chair that was used to send Chad to the back. Steel chair meets aluminum baseball bat.

Two…

Right hand from Hostile, right hand from Matthew. Matthew Kurtis ducks around and dives towards the pin as the referee’s hand slaps down…

Three.

DING! DING! DING!

Matthew and Mack begin going at it once more, Hostile joins the fray. Right hand to Mack, right hand to Hostile.

COREY TAYLOR: Too little… too late.

ROB MARTINEZ: Matthew is making sure that Jonothan is not hurt needlessly here after the match.

Right hand from Mack misses the dodging Matthew, boot to the midsection doubles the member of Young Money over. Punch to Hostile’s midsection doubles him
over as well. Matthew swings the baseball bat down, Hostile hits the canvas, another swing sends Mack down to the mat as welll.

JENNY JERSEY: Winners of the match… Young Money Mack and Young Money Hostile.

ROB MARTINEZ: They may have won, but Bluegrass Mafia is standing tall here.

COREY TAYLOR: Damn Matthew and his sneak attacks.

Matthew lifts his brother up in his arms and makes his way to the back as the crowd cheers them back.

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JENNY JERSEY: Our next match is scheduled for one fall!

Lester Flatt and Earl Scruggs pick their way through the speakers at as the crowd explodes with cheers for one of their favorite wrestlers. Through the
curtain , horseshoe in hand, is the lovable Cuzin Zeke.

JENNY JERSEY: The special guest referee for this match, from Turkey Cross Kentucky, he weighs in at two hundred and sixty-six pounds…. CUZIN ZEKE!

The Insane Clown Posse’s “Oddities” cues up. Through the curtain, with The Freak next to him, is Shut Down. There is a mix of booing and uncertainty from
the fans. He is wrestling one of their favorites but some aren’t quite ready to boo the biggest man in REBEL Pro history quite just yet.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing the first competitor, from Anywhere and Everywhere, weighing in at three-hundred and fifty pounds… SHUT DOWN!

The Freak and Shut Down hand out adult related balloon animals, the parents in the crowd begin to boo their actions, but the teenagers in the crowd just
laugh and begin sword fighting. Before the first second of “More Human Than Human” cues up, the fans are to their feet! “The Nexus One” emerges from the
curtain, acknowledging the roar of the crowd as he marches to the ring, his eyes fixed on his HUMUNGOUS opponent. Just a few weeks ago, Rex Caliber took
down the Bluegrass Badass. But this week he faces an even BIGGER opponent if it can be believed… Shut Down! Not only that, but Shut Down is one-half of
the number one contenders to the REBEL Pro tag team titles, so these two will likely meet soon for the straps! They circle each other as Zeke tells them
his instructions.

DING DING!

We’re underway. Shut Down explodes with a big knee to the gut. And forearm shots to the back of the first-ever REBEL Pro World Champion. Rex stands up,
blocks a punch. Blocks another. Fist to Shut Down. Another! Rex runs back off of the ropes, Shut Down with a Big Boot that he ducks underneath. Off of
the opposite ropes, big clothesline to Shut Down! No effect! Off of the ropes again. This time Shut Down ducks the clothesline. They lock-up and Shut Down
forces Rexy into the corner. Fist! Fist! Fist! Irish whips him across the ring and charges in… but Rexy is up and off the turnbuckle with a flying back
elbow that takes the big man down! Rex with a quick cover but to no avail. Rex locks in a headlock, trying to take the winds out of the sails of this much
bigger boat! It appears to work for a moment but Shut Down begins to climb to his feet. As he rises, he elbows Caliber in the gut once… twice… third time
is the charm! Shut Down off of the ropes but Caliber with a drop toe hold! The big man falls onto his face! Caliber grabs both of Shut Down’s legs… Double
Knee Stomp! This is same strategy he utilized in his match against the biggest Kurtis! It worked then so it makes sense to use it now! Shut Down slowly
gets to his feet only to be dropkicked down to the mat by Caliber! Another Double Knee Stomp! Shut Down has trouble standing while Rex goes outside for
the steel chair he promised! He swings it across the back of Shut Down as he attempts to stand… but Shut Down does not fall! He turns around, Rexy swings
it… caught by Shut Down! He cracks it over Rex’s head! He tosses it to the side, picks up Rex, whips him off of the ropes… catches him a spinning sidewalk
slam! And a cover!

ROB MARTINEZ: Shut Down with a cover.

COREY TAYLOR: And an easy victory.

ONE!

TWO!

NO DICE!

Shut Down is back up with Caliber in tow. Smashes his head into the turnbuckle. Again! Brings him across the ring… into another ‘buckle! Whips him from
one corner to the other… follows in with a huge splash! Rex staggers… right into a BIG scoop and slam! Shut Down seems to be waiting for Caliber to stand,
stalking his prey… Caliber up to his feet, Shut Down runs in with a huge big boot that nearly takes the Tag Team Champ’s head off! Cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THR—KICKOUT!

COREY TAYLOR: That big dumb hick can’t even count to three and they are expecting him to be a referee?

ROB MARTINEZ: Zeke is beloved by the fans.

Caliber is struggling to get to his feet. Before he gets the chance, Shut Down locks in his Full Nelson! He is using his massive arms to push down on Rex’s
neck which was already loosened by the Big Boot. This is his finishing maneuver and he knows just how to apply it to maximize the amount of pressure! Rex
gritting his teeth, telling Zeke there is no way he is going to submit. Rex battling his way to his feet, using the strength of his legs since his arms
are forced behind him by the maneuver. Finally his knees lock! He jumps backwards… backflip and lands behind Shut Down! Shut Down spins around, right into
an inverted atomic drop! Rex runs off of the ropes… Running Bulldog! Before Shut Down has a chance to get up, Rex hits him with a Springboard Spinning
Leg Drop! His training with The Show was reflected right there! Cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THR—KICKOUT!

COREY TAYLOR: Counting slow only moments before, the idiot counts extremely fast there.

ROB MARTINEZ: Make up your mind, can he count or can’t he?

Caliber gets to his feet. He’s going for that steel chair again! Shut Down slowly gets to his feet… Caliber clips his knee! And he brings the chair down
on his knee! Again! He puts the giant’s knee in the chair. Caliber goes outside the ropes to the corner of the apron. Rolling senton onto the CHAIR onto
the KNEE! Shut Down is screaming in pain holding his knee. Rex is holding his back; that move wasn’t without some sacrifice! Rex grabs the chair, yelling
for Shut Down to stand up, challenging him to stand eye-to-eye with him (or as much as possible, given the height difference.) Shut Down tries to stand
but is having trouble. Shut Down stands. Rex pulls back with the chair… but The Freak runs in the ring and steals the chair out of his hand! Rex chases
him for a second, which is just enough time for Shut Down to run in with a lariat to his back that sends him down! Shut Down now stomping on Rex with his
bad leg, standing on his one remaining good one. He picks Rex up, hobbling a bit, but able to do so. Hoists him up… Gorilla Press! He holds him up high
even though he is only standing on ONE leg! And he DROPS him! Rex hits the mat hard! Now Shut Down is picking him up again. Same position! He holds him
up high, walks towards the ropes… and throws REX CALIBER into the CROWD!

HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

COREY TAYLOR: Did you see the power of Shut Down there?

ROB MARTINEZ: Yeah, Rex flew fifteen feet.

The fans are patting Rex on his back, helping him to stand, encouraging him to get back in the ring. He makes his way through the crowd, grabbing a steel
chair on his way! Shut Down grabs the chair in the ring. They stand mid-ring, their chairs in their hands. CLASH! They begin swinging their chairs at each
other, parrying back and forth, neither able to get the other one. Rex ducks a chairshot, he jabs his into the gut of Shut Down! Again! Shut Down doubles
over. Rex off of the ropes… running chair shot! Off of the other ropes… a second and Shut Down FINALLY goes down! Rex holds his chair in the air to the
cheers of the fans! He drops the chair and waits for Shut Down to get to his feet. Shut Down struggles but manages to get up. Rex gets behind him, hooks
him… Release German Suplex to the BIG MAN! Cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THR—KICKOUT!

COREY TAYLOR: Another fast count from Zeke.

ROB MARTINEZ: Zeke is not counting slow, he is counting fairly.

Rex pulls Shut Down up. He’s dragging him towards the turnbuckle. He tries to get the big man up on the turnbuckle! He’s going for Total Annihilation on
the three-hundred and fifty pounder! Shut Down with big back elbows! A big headbutt to Rex! Seizes him by the throat… Double-Handed Choke Bomb on Rex Caliber!
Cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THR—KICKOUT!

COREY TAYLOR: Are you honestly going to tell me that you cannot tell a difference in the way he is counting slow each time Shut Down is covering Rex?

ROB MARTINEZ: I don’t see a difference.

COREY TAYLOR: The idiot can’t count right, I mean he goes after the tag belts instead of the World Title.

ROB MARTINEZ: And Mikey is distraught about being chosen as Zeke’s partner.

Shut Down gets up, holding Rex in tow. Irish whips him… Running Spear to Rex! Cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THR—KICKOUT!

COREY TAYLOR: I can understand, would you want to team with Zeke?

ROB MARTINEZ: I’d be honored.

Shut Down looks like he has yet to face anyone as tough as Rex Caliber in his young wrestling career! He locks in the Full Nelson, again trying to make
the Nexus One submit! Zeke is checking on Rex, asking him if he wants to submit but he is shaking his head no! Rex battles up to his feet. Back kick to
Shut Down but he keeps the Full Nelson locked in! Another! A third! But it takes a fourth to break it! Rex drops out of it, grabs a chair from the mat
and jumps up and nails Shut Down with it! AGAIN! Shut Down falls to the ground. Now he’s… he’s locking in the Rings of Rex! On the big man! On SHUT DOWN!
Zeke goes down to see if Shut Down is going to tap out. Shut Down is shaking his head no, saying no, but how long can he stand the pain? Mikey Massacre
runs down to ringside, his barbed-wire wrapped 2×4 in his hand!

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Zeke jumps up to stop Mikey from entering the ring, yelling at him to leave. Mikey gives him the middle finger, runs past him… swings it right at Caliber’s
head! Caliber falls to the ground! Shut Down begins to sit up… and he feels the 2×4! Zeke rips the 2×4 out of Mikey’s hand. They are hollering at each
other!

ZEKE: I don’t want to have to hit my tag team partner, but I will if I have to!

MIKEY: Go ahead, Zeke! Go ahead! Do it! Do it!

Zeke raises his arm… but spins around and clubs the rising Caliber with the 2×4! The same for Shut Down! Mikey and Zeke give middle fingers to the crowd
and laugh at them!

ZEKE SOLD OUT! ZEKE SOLD OUT! ZEKE SOLD OUT! ZEKE SOLD OUT! ZEKE SOLD OUT! ZEKE SOLD OUT!

Mikey grabs the 2×4. Zeke is going up top of one turnbuckle. Mikey is going on top of the other! Simultaneous splashes: Mikey’s Sellout with the 2×4 to
Caliber and Zeke’s Mudpuddle to Shut Down! The two raise their arms in the air then leave the ring to massive booing. Caliber and Shut Down are not moving
and there is no referee… what is to happen to this match? REBEL Pro is no-disqualification, and besides, BOTH were attacked. Dale MacDonald runs to the
ring and checks on both men. They are now slowly stirring. He says something to Jenny Jersey.

JENNY JERSEY: Dale MacDonald has ruled… that the match WILL CONTINUE!

REBEL PRO! REBEL PRO! REBEL PRO! REBEL PRO! REBEL PRO! REBEL PRO! REBEL PRO! REBEL PRO!

ROB MARTINEZ: Damn that Zeke!

COREY TAYLOR: Zeke is the man!

ROB MARTINEZ: How can you say that after all the bad things you had to say?

COREY TAYLOR: You definitely need to clean out your ears, you didn’t hear me say anything bad about one of the most brilliant men in Rebel Pro history.
Both Caliber and Shut Down are down, perhaps neither aware of what MacDonald’s ruling was. Caliber is the first to stir, then Shut Down. They are across
the ring from each other, using their respective ropes to slowly climb to their feet. They get up at the same time and turn around to look into each other’s
eyes. Then they charge across the ring at each other. A collar-and-elbow! They struggle back and forth. Finally Shut Down powers through with a side headlock.
But Rex gets behind him… belly-to-back suplex!

REX! REX! REX! REX! REX! REX! REX! REX! REX! REX! REX! REX! REX! REX! REX! REX!

Both men are out of it. That move took everything out of both competitors. Slowly they both stir and get to their feet. Rex runs at Shut Down… kick to Rex’s
gut! Shut Down with a right hand! And he seizes Rex’s throat with both hands. It’s time for another Two-handed Choke Bomb! No! Rex elbows out of it! Rex
with a roaring elbow! Another! A third! Shut Down is wavering. Rex runs off of the ropes… right into a Big Boot from the big man! Shut Down stalks Rexy.
He picks him up. Power bomb! NO! He gets him up but Rex reverses into a HUGE DDT! Shut Down’s skull hits the mat then he flips over, shaking the entire
ring!

REBEL PRO! REBEL PRO! REBEL PRO! REBEL PRO! REBEL PRO! REBEL PRO! REBEL PRO! REBEL PRO!

Both men slowly getting to their feet. Caliber up first. And he grabs a steel chair. He unfolds it and sets it up in the middle of the ring. Now he’s walking
over to Shut Down. He HOISTS HIM UP! REX HAS THE LARGEST MAN IN REBEL PRO HISTORY UP ON HIS SHOULDERS!

HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

COREY TAYLOR: Can anyone say… RRROOIIDS?

ROB MARTINEZ: I happen to know Rex and that is pure hard work paying off there.

DEATH VALLEY DRIVER on the OPEN CHAIR! And a CEREMONIAL COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

COREY TAYLOR: DAMN!

ROB MARTINEZ: That was a hard fought match.

A hard-fought contest between both men interrupted by Zeke and Mikey and then a second hard-fought contest to declare a winner!

JENNY JERSEY: And your winner… “THE NEXUS ONE” REX CALIBER

The fans are to their feet, cheering on their arguably favorite superstar in REBEL’s storied history! He nods at Shut Down, showing him a sign of respect
as The Freak helps the big man to his feet.

The crowd begins to boo as Young Money’s Jer$ey, Mack, and Trix make their way through the curtain to stand at the

beginning of the entrance way; Shut Down
and The Freak stand there along side Rex.

*WHAM!* Rex is leveled with a steel chair and is out cold in the ring. Shut Down and The Freak turn to find Bubba J standing there with a steel chair in
hand. He shoots the two a bird, *WHAM!* The Freak and Shut Down are nailed with identical golden baseball bats and are unconscious inside the ring. Young
Money is standing tall inside the ring along with Bubba J.

COREY TAYLOR: These four have been seen together recently on the airwaves.

ROB MARTINEZ: That son of a bitch always has to attack from behind!

Bubba J motions to Jer$ey’s black case and the head honcho of Young Money hands it over to Bubba J, who promptly opens it up to reveal a propane torch and
a metal iron in the shape of two “R”s back to back. Bubba J begins to laugh as he stomps on the back of Rex’s head to keep him down. Mack tosses him a
lighter and the Ragin Redneck flicks the ligheter and the torch is brought into existence. He motions to Trix and Mack to hold Rex still, as he heats up
the branding iron.

ROB MARTINEZ: He can’t do this, someone help!

COREY TAYLOR: Rex wants tattoos, Bubba J is going to give him one.

Bubba J begins to laugh wildly, a bit like Inferno, as the iron is red hot now. The crowd is chanting.

“Show! Show! Show!”

But no Chad Kurtis is coming out, Mack and Trix hold Rex as Bubba J makes sure the iron is red hot. He motions for them to hold his arm out, the forearm
specifically.

“SHOW! SHOW! SHOW!”

Still no Chad Kurtis! Rex awakes with a scream as the sound of his flesh sizzling and the red hot iron is forced into his skin. Trickles of smoke rise up
from the skin as Bubba J forces the iron down further into the flesh there. Trix and Mack drop Rex to the ground and he rolls around in agony as Bubba
J drops the iron. Mack and Trix walk over to where Bubba J is standing and rais their hands up for a high five. ROB MARTINEZ: This is just sick!

COREY TAYLOR: Beautiful Bubba J tat for Rex to add to his collection.

TRAILER PARK TRASH! Trix is down.

TRAILER PARK TRASH! And Mack is down!

Bubba J turns to find a shocked Jer$ey standing there, he shrugs his shoulders and another Trailer Park Trash for him as well. Bubba J looks up and sees
Vincent Black standing there clapping his hands with a double thumbs up. Bubba J throws him a thumbs up before throwing a double finger to the crowd.

ROB MARTINEZ: What in the hell?

COREY TAYLOR: You can’t trust someone like Bubba J at all, Young Money has just learned that lesson.

ROB MARTINEZ: But Vincent trusts him.

COREY TAYLOR: Brilliant minds think alike Rob, which is why you are not as good as me.

ROB MARTINEZ: Folks, stay tuned because we have a special just recorded for your viewing pleasure.

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***DVD EXCLUSIVE***

Cuzin Zeke, his horseshoe in hand, and Mikey Massacre, his barbwired 2×4 in hand, are standing before the camera backstage, smiles on their faces.

CUZIN ZEKE: None of ya’ll saw that comin’, now did ya? All of ya thought Zeke was too stupid not to see The Truth, didn’t ya? Wells let me tell you, Zeke
is here with Mikey and the two of us are gonna clean up this damn company!

MIKEY MASSACRE: What you’re looking at right now are two men who have been to the heights of REBEL Pro stardom, two men who know what it’s like to drink
the kool-aid of this promotion, two men who will live with that regret the rest of their lives. But what you are also looking at… are the future REBEL
Pro World Tag Team Champions. And with those belts on our waists, Zeke and I are going to clean up this damn company… by ending it.

CUZIN ZEKE: My friend Mikey speaks The Truth there. In fact, we’ve already got a little surprise in our pocket. Should we tell them, Mikey?

MIKEY MASSACRE: Nah. Let’s let ‘em wait.

CUZIN ZEKE: All ya lazy assholes are going to be surprised very soon… when the third member joins this here ranks!

MIKEY MASSACRE: I thought we were keeping it a secret?

CUZIN ZEKE: How are the idiots gonna figure out who it is, Mikey? It’s still a secret!

MIKEY MASSACRE: True enough.

CUZIN ZEKE: Geez, Mikey, we really surprised all them idiots, didn’t we? Rex never saw that coming!

MIKEY MASSACRE: The REBEL Icons were looking forward to a match versus a feuding team… but when they step to Mikey and Zeke, when they step to FTC… they
step to a unified front! Because over the last few weeks, the level of respect between Mikey Massacre and Cuzin Zeke reached new heights. First, this big
son-bitch cleanly and clearly defeated me for the Trophy. And then, in one of the defining moments of his career, in one of the defining moments in my
career, in one of the defining moments of the Beginning of the End of REBEL Pro, Zeke came up to me backstage and offered his hand. And he told me that
he had begun to realize that I indeed was speaking The Truth, that the fans are selfish assholes and don’t give two shits about people like us, people
that gave their blood, sweat and tears for this piece-of-shit company! And upon that handshake, the very foundations of REBEL Pro Wrestling, hell, the
very foundations of the professional wrestling industry, shook to their core. We make Singapore look like FUCK Hawaii! We are the Beginning of the End!
We are FTC!

CUZIN ZEKE: FUCK THIS COMPANY!

MIKEY MASSACRE: FUCK THIS INDUSTRY!

CUZIN ZEKE: FUCK YOU ALL!

UNDERGROUND PRESENTS
05/23/2009
Fans line up around the block with presents in hand for a chance to win backstage passes. Inside the arena, the fans who have given their presents and bought
their ticket purchase various Rebel Pro merchandise. The announcement comes…

JENNY JERSEY: Five minutes until the opening bell.

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***DVD EXCLUSIVE***

The scene opens in the street in front of the REBEL Underground Arena, minutes before the show. We open to a medium close up of a small child sitting on
the curb crying. Many people walk by, treating the small child as if he didn’t even exist. Soon, a man walks by, wearing black from where we see; the waist
down, in cargos and black trainers, with a black duster. When he turns, we see two leather gloved hands. The man stops after just passing the child, turns,
and sits down next to him. When he comes into full view we can see that he is dressed in all black, with drenched black hair and the white opera mask with
four red lines drawn down the front of his face. Presumably, Six’s mask still bears the blood of Mikey Massacre.

SIX: Prithee, calm yourself. What saddens you, child?

The child gestures toward the doors to the arena, and begins to sob.

SIX: There, there.

Six pulls a small white handkerchief out of his pocket and wipes the child’s tears. He allows the child to blow his nose into the handkerchief, which very
comically flows in the nose-wind, and folds it up, putting it back into his pocket.

SIX: Now, speak, child.

CHILD: They won’t let me in.

SIX: Do you have a ticket?

CHILD: (shaking his head) No, sir. I tried really hard to afford one, really I did, but I couldn’t find any money.

SIX: Where is your mother?

CHILD: (beginning to sob) Gone, sir.

SIX: And your father?

CHILD: (hesitant) Gone, sir.

SIX: (flabbergasted) But where could they have gone on a night like this, the night of all nights!

CHILD: They left me alone, sir. A very long time ago.

Six stares at the child, filled with sympathy for the him.

SIX: You know… I had a mother and father once.

CHILD: You did?

SIX: Indeed. I can still remember my mother. She was very beautiful. She died when I was a very young man. I can still remember her voice, singing me to
sleep each night.

CHILD: My mother used to sing me to sleep, too.

SIX: My father wasn’t long to join her. His guilt and mourning was too overbearing on his heart, and it failed. I was left alone at a very young age, just
like you were.

The child begins to calm down.

SIX: Tell me, child, what is your name?

CHILD: Anthony, sir.

SIX: Anthony… And how old are you, my dear Anthony?

ANTHONY: I’m six, sir.

SIX: Six? (chuckles) Of course you are!

ANTHONY: Excuse me, but what do you mean by that, sir?

SIX: It means that I, like God, do not play with dice, and I do not believe in coincidence.

Six stands, taking the child by the hand and helping him to stand as well.

ANTHONY: (wipes his own eyes) Thank you, sir.

SIX: My, you are polite for a young child.

ANTHONY: Pardon me, sir. But aren’t you the one who attacked Mikey Massacre?

SIX: (nods) I dare to all that may become a man. Who dares do more, is none.

Anthony smiles.

SIX: (surveys the child) My, my, my, well, this won’t do.

ANTHONY: What, sir?

SIX: Tonight, you see, is the anniversary of REBEL Professional Wrestling’s Underground; Underground Presents. As such, it would seem outright unjust that
anyone should not be allowed to be present for this glorious night of nights. I have a gift for you, Anthony, in honor of REBEL Underground’s birthday.
Come with me.

Six leads the child to the back, where he enters through a large door with the words “ATHLETES ONLY” written across the top. Anthony stops at the doorway
to look at Six, to make sure he has permission. Six winks, and Anthony enters the door. Six allows the cameraman to enter before he does, and leads Anthony
down a short corridor until he meets Jenny Jersey, just making ready to go announce the upcoming show.

SIX: This delightful young lady will take you to your seat, would that be all right?

ANTHONY: Oh, yes sir, thank you!

Jenny raises her eyebrow at Six, slightly startled to see him, and even more so to see the child. Six winks at Jenny, who smiles, as Six silently slips
a ticket into the pocket of Anthony’s ragged jacket.

JENNY: Do you have your ticket?

ANTHONY: (looking glum) I’m afraid not, miss.

SIX: Check your pocket, child.

Anthony finds the ticket.

SIX: Now, run along.

Anthony begins to leave.

SIX: Hold on, just a moment, I know I’ve forgotten something… Ahah!

Six reaches into his duster and reveals a mask, very similar to his own, without the blood stains down the front.

SIX: This is my gift to you, Anthony. Take it, not in vain, and wear it with pride so that one day, your mask, too, will bear the blood of those that have
wronged you. For that is what Underground Presents is all about!

ANTHONY: Sir?

SIX: The giving of gifts to commemorate a special event, usually marking someone’s birth, death, or some awful bloody struggle.

He hands the mask to Anthony.

ANTHONY: (takes the mask) For me?

SIX: (chuckles) Of course not only you. I have taken the liberty of placing one of these special masks under the seats of all in attendance here tonight,
so that they may show their own true colors as well, if only they should desire so.

ANTHONY: Thank you, sir!

SIX: Of course. Now, run along, quickly! The night has yet to begin!

Anthony follows Jenny to the arena as Six stands slowly. He looks to his right and sees a door marked “MIKEY MASSACRE”.

SIX: (chuckles) Not today. But mark my words, it will be someday soon, a day that they will mark, and shall be remembered as the end of Mikey Massacre.
Fade to black as Six walks away, presumably toward the arena.

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The crowd is just settling into their seats, and awaiting the first match of the night. Jenny Jersey is already in the ring…. The sounds of Flatts and
Scruggs.. the theme of the Beverly Hillbillies comes blasting out of the speaker system…the crowd pops…and awaits the arrival of Cuzin Zeke. It isn’t long
before they are not disappointed, as out through the curtains comes the loveable hillbilly. In his right hand, held high above his head is the # 1 Contender’s
Cup that he had just won last week. He makes his way through a sea of outstretched arms, and high fives as many as he can as he gets to the apron of the
ring, and now climbs up into the ring. He hands the Cup to Jenny, and takes the mic from her.

Zeke: “ Well all ya out here in the arena, ya sees what hard work and efforts can do for ya.. I won that big dare trophy and wells I knows it sure took
me a long time to gets to just wheres I am today. I now gots the chance to contend for any belt out there, and all I gots to do is tell the commish. He
gots to give me the shot.. simple as that. But first things first, tonite me and Mikey Massacre and Bird of Prey, we gonna be going at it to see who gonna
take that shiny thing home with them. I knows we all gots our reasons for wanting to be in there. Heck, ya thinks I worked this hard to lose it? I gots
to defend my cup, Mikey, well I thinks he aint too happy he lost it, and wells as well, him and Bird they gots a thing between them. Bird of Prey, he been
talking a lot recently, and wells I guess we just gonna see what he gonna do tonite. I am telling all of yas… there aint no way I am gonna lose that cup….
No matter what… if I gots to split somebody open, or mudpuddle them, it is coming home with me.!

The crowd pops again, and goes crazy…. They put all their support behind Zeke, and know that he will do what it takes. Zeke acknowledges them, waving and
tipping his hat to the crowd. It just what he knew he needed to give him the drive to keep the cup.

Zeke: : Now, listen up.. I wants to tell ya all something… Mikey been shouting off his mouth about how I am a puppet here in REBEL, how they are the ones
pulling the strings. How they are telling me whats to do… well now that I got this here cup… I gets to tell them whats I want to do. Now I also been thinking
about the fact I won this cup. I been looking over the records of those who have held the cup. And wells it seems to me, that most lose it, and never gets
the chance to use it for its true value. So…..!! Ya all may thinks I am dumb and all..but tonite I am cashing in the cup.. I want to use it whiles I got
it, so ya sees, I cant lose it tonite to them two, cuz I am cashing it in… next week or when evers it can be arranged, I want my shot. But here is the
thing… I still gots to think about just what belt I wants. So I figures like this, I got the rest of the evening to thinks it over, and after my match,
no matter what happens, I gonna tell ya all just what belt I am gonna contend for… so don’t leave the building too soon…!!”

The crowd goes crazy as now they realize that Zeke is making a big move in REBEL and is one of the few smart guys who actually will get to use the cup and
have an automatic contention for the belt of his choicing. Zeke grabs the cup back from Jenny, and climbs out of the ring, again he makes his way through
the outstretched arms of his fans, and finally disappears into the back.

COREY TAYLOR: What does this mean for the #1 Contender’s Cup three way?

ROB MARTINEZ: I guess it means it is now a singles match.

COREY TAYLOR: Just like Zeke to not want to defend.

ROB MARTINEZ: He has the right to cash in that cup at any time with a week’s notice.

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“Cicus” by Britney spears flaunts its way through the speakers to a mixed crowd that is mostly silent. They have no idea who she is and these fans are
loyal and until someone proves themself, they get no reaction. Riley stands at the beginning of the aisleway before starting to jog down to the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: From Chicago Illinois, she stands at five feet seven inches and weighs in at an undisclosed amount… RILEY DIMERA!

Riley dives in under the bottom rope and awaits Derek Stephen Taylor.

COREY TAYLOR: Hot… she is not.

ROB MARTINEZ: It isn’t about beauty, but about talent.

“Shadow of the Season” by Screaming Trees makes its way through the speakers as Derek Stephen Taylor and Fantastic Andy Strickland come out to a chorus
of boos. The fans here in Rebel Pro know who this man is and they hate him for all intents and purposes.

JENNY JERSEY: Being accompanied to the ring by Fantastic Andy Strickland, he is From London England, he stands in at six feet two inches and weighs in at
two hundred and thirty-five pounds…. DEREK STEPHEN TAYLOR!

Taylor snarls at a fan before climbing through the ropes.

COREY TAYLOR: Taylor is looking extremely annoyed at having to wrestle here tonight.

ROB MARTINEZ: If he was the best, as he claims, he would have job offers out of the preverbial yin yang.

DING DING

Riley and Derek lock up, Taylor with a hammerlock, wrenching up on the shoulder. Riley grunts from the pain, Derek shoves her into the corner pounding on
the back of her skull with a forearm. He spins Riley around and slaps her across the face leaving a red mark on her cheek. Riley seems to grow angry and
charges at Derek. Drop toe hold and she is sent face first down to the mat on Derek’s oncoming fist. Derek motions for Andy to toss him a chair into the
ring and Andy does as his client requests. Derek catches the chair and waits for Riley to get up to her feet. Riley gains her feet. THWACK!, Riley falls
into the corner. THWACK! Riley’s forehead is busted open. THWACK! Riley’s head is thrown back into the ring post and as her head comes back from the rebound
Derek levels her head with another steel chair shot. Riley crumples down to the canvas, the blood beginning to flow freely from her forehead.

COREY TAYLOR: Derek Stephen Taylor in complete control here.

ROB MARTINEZ: Give Riley a chance to find her bearings.

Derek picks Riley up by the hair on her head and tosses her over the top rope and holds on to her by the hair on her head. Riley is screaming from the pain
and the crowd is beginning to send even more boos Derek’s way; he simply smirks. He looks at a particular healthy woman and mouths “A b*bleep*ch in a man’s
world.” This enrages the woman, but her husband manages to hold her in the seat as he laughs at the British technician. Derek yanks Riley back into the
ring by her hair and nails a snap suplex right onto the dented steel chair. He makes a cover but acts as if Riley kicked out before the ref could count.
He pulls her back up, Russian leg sweep onto the steel chair and Riley is literally getting manhandled, no pun intended. He picks her up, European uppercut
sends her falling backwards into the corner. Another European uppercut causes her head to rock backwards and she seems to be out cold on her feet. Derek
lifts her up onto the top turnbuckle and looks down at the chair. He motions for Andy to get in and set the chair up; Andy does so. The chair is set up
and from the top rope, Riley’s skull is driven through the seat of the steel chair with a top rope brainbuster. Derek gets up and is receiving major heat
from the crowd as he flings the sweat from his brown to the crowd.

COREY TAYLOR: Riley Dimera is giving Derek a hard time here.

ROB MARTINEZ: This is enough already, finish the match.

COREY TAYLOR: Way too early to do something like that.

Derek motions for another steel chair and Fantastic Andy slides one in under the ring. Derek sets up the steel chair and motions for Andy to hand him some
barbed wire. Andy looks around before removing the flower from the pot and a small coil of barbed wire and thumbtacks. Derek placces the thumbtacks on
the seat of the chair. Riley is struggling up, but Derek kicks her in the face busting her lip and she is downed once again. He coils the barbed wire into
a pile on the seat of the chair. Walking over, he yanks Riley up to her feet by the hair on her head. Derek lines up his shot and *CRASH!* Riley is driven
through another steel chair, this time with a British Pound!

COREY TAYLOR: No one gets up from that move!

ROB MARTINEZ: Finally he is going to end this barbaric showing.

One… Two… Three.

DING! DING! DING!

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match… Derek Stephen Taylor!

Derek gets up, using the ropes for purchase and seems to be weak from the exersion in the match. He stumbles around before stomping on Riley’s face for
good measure.

COREY TAYLOR: Look at that, Derek is exhausted from this back and forth match.

ROB MARTINEZ: What world do you live in?

COREY TAYLOR: Yo mama’s world.

ROB MARTINEZ: How clever, did you use your one remaining brain cell for that?

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JENNY JERSEY: The following match is your present from Owner Larry Gordon and is a Hardcore Tag Team Battle Royal.

The crowd jumps up and cheers.

COREY TAYLOR: Isn’t every match a hardcore match here in Rebel Pro? So what is different?

ROB MARTINEZ: Something is different about this one, but you got to wait for Jenny to announce it.

JENNY JERSEY: There will only be one member per team allowed in the ring at a single time and only after his or her partner is eliminated will the final
member of the team be allowed to enter and compete.

COREY TAYLOR: How?

ROB MARTINEZ: The owner, he actually likes me.

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of this match will receive a future Rebel Pro Tag Team title shot.

The crowd begins to chant for their favorites. Some chant for Night Thyme, some for Dazing Glory, but the majority are chanting for Bluegrass Mafia 2.0.
COREY TAYLOR: Bluecheese…

DING DING

ROB MARTINEZ: Let the fun begin.

“The Oddities” by ICP queues up and from the back to a chorus of boos comes one of the new teams to Rebel Pro.

JENNY JERSEY: Now on their way to the ring, THE FREAK and SHUT DOWN… THE… FREAK SHOW!

The Freak begins to toss various weapons into the ring such as a few steel chairs, a couple of tables are slid under the bottom rope, a 2×4, some barbed
wire, thumbtacks, and a case of empty beer bottles. Shut Down motions for The Freak to climb into the ring saying that it won’t be long before he is eliminated
anyways. The Freak shoots him a bird before rolling in under the ring. Shut Down pulls a few strings of firecrackers out of his pocket and finds a roll
of duct tape from under the ring.

COREY TAYLOR: My pick to win this thing.

“Rape This Day” by Tomahawk chops its way through the speakers and from the back walks another new tag team to Rebel Pro.

JENNY JERSEY: The team of JOHNNY MAVERICK AND SPYKE GEIN… THE REJECTS!

Each member of The Rejects brings down a can of black spraypaint to the ring and Spyke rolls into the ring to start the match for his team.

COREY TAYLOR: My pick to win it all.

“Intergalactic” by Beastie Boys queues up to a chorus of boos, no wait it is cheers. Ah hell, it is a mixed reaction for another new tag team here in Rebel
Pro.

JENNY JERSEY: The team of EPOCH and QUANTUM… DEJA…. VUUUUUUU!

Epoch and Quantum walk from the back with Quantum carrying a barbed wire baseball bat and Epoch holding two bowling balls with thumbtacks glued onto it.
They arrive at the ring and Epoch rolls under the bottom rope and he is into the match. From under the ring Quantum pulls out a chain and a wrench used
to set up the ring; he tosses them both into the squared circle.

ROB MARTINEZ: Well?

COREY TAYLOR: Sort of on the fence about this one.

ROB MARTINEZ: The ring is filling up quickly with all sorts of weapons.

“Universal” by Borknagar queues up and the men begin to drool over Lacey Gloria as Dazing Glory walk from the back.

JENNY JERSEY: DERRICK DAZE and LACEY GLORIA… DAZING GLORY!

Derrick is holding a fire extinguisher as he stares into the ring at their opponents. Lacey Gloria is there with what appears to be a make up case. They
both walk down to the ring stalidly and Derrick slides in under the bottom rope to start the match.

COREY TAYLOR: Not a chance.

ROB MARTINEZ: Lacey with a makeup case?

“Tu Veneno” by Natalia Oreiro salsas its way through the speakers in a spicey fashion and the men are still drooling. The only change in the crowd from
the cheers for Dazing Glory’s Lacey Gloria is that the women are screaming for El Rey de Corazones as the men pant like dogs after La Reina de los Mariposas.
JENNY JERSEY: The team of EL REY DE CORAZONES and LA REINA DE LOS MARIPOSAS… CORAZONES Y MARIPOSAS!

El Rey walks down to the ring glad handing fans as La Reina stares into the eyes of Lacey Gloria. La Reina is holding a metal walking cane in her left hand
and a kendo stick in the other. El Rey climbs through the ropes to stare at the other participants in the match; La Reina stares daggers at Lacey Gloria.
ROB MARTINEZ: These two look really confident.

COREY TAYLOR: How can you tell? they are wearing masks.

ROB MARTINEZ: Just look at they way they are walking.

COREY TAYLOR: Oh, I see her walking perfectly fine.

“The Champion In Me” flyes its way through the speakers and from the back comes a running and high fiving duo of Chris Samsonite and Justin Thyme to the
crowd’s delight.

JENNY JERSEY: The team of CHRISTOPHER SAMSONITE and JUSTIN THYME… NIGHT THYME!

Chris is carrying a thumbtack covered kendo stick while Justin is carrying a… kitchen sink? They walk down to the ring as Justin flips over the top rope
and into the ring.

COREY TAYLOR: Again… not a chance.

“My Old Kentucky Home” by Nappy Roots runs its way through the speakers as from the back, to a standing ovation, walks out Jonothan and Matthew Kurtis.
JENNY JERSEY: JONOTHAN AND MATTHEW KURTIS… THE BLUEGRASS MAFIA 2.0!

The crowd is giving one of the top tag teams much love and these two are returning it; well, Jonothan is probably trying to pick up some numbers. Matthew
looks over at him and J-Kurt quickly stops motioning for him and his brother to continue down. Matthew is carrying a basic steel chair and Jonothan is
carrying his cell phone down to the ring. Matthew stands outside of the ring, with the others, as Jonothan slides under the bottom rope. The ring is surrounded
making this look like a lumberjack match.

COREY TAYLOR: Dumb and ugly are now at ringside.

ROB MARTINEZ: Let Matthew hear you saying that.

COREY TAYLOR: Not a chance.

JENNY JERSEY: And… the fun begins!

Jonothan Kurtis and The Freak immediately begin going at each other with rights and lefts in a corner of the ring. Derrick Daze and El Rey begin to trade
blows as well with vigor and determination to be the victorious team here in this match up. Justin Thyme, Spyke, and Epoch trade blows back and forth among
the three of themselves. El Rey nearly has Derrick eliminated already when Justin comes over to prevent the elimination by slamming a fist into El Rey’s
midsection. Daze looks grateful, but perplexed why Justin would help him. Justin with a right hand takes the look off of Derrick’s face and an elbow to
El Rey takes him off guard sending him precariously near the ropes. J-Kurt with a side headlock on The Freak who grabs a handful of thumbtacks shoving
them into J-Kurt’s side. Jonothan gasps in pain and surprise, The Freak digs them in deeper into J-Kurt’s flesh. Blood begins to trickle from the wounds
in his side. Spyke and Epoch are also in a corner, Spyke tring to chew the nose right off of Epoch, for his defense, Epoch delivers a low blow that causes
Spyke to grab at his manhood. Epoch with a running high knee lift sends his head flying up blood trickling from his nose already.

COREY TAYLOR: Blood already in this match and we are less than a minute into it.

ROB MARTINEZ: Is all you care about the pain and suffering of others?

COREY TAYLOR: Nah, I love boobs and money too.

Spyke with a right hand sends Epoch back into the corner with his back slamming into the turnbuckles. Justin is brawling with Derrick and El Rey and for
the moment seems to be getting the better of the two more seasoned stars. The Freak is ripping the flesh of J-Kurt off of his body with the thumbtacks
by dragging them down his rib cage over and over. Bloody red tracks are being dug into his flesh, but El Rey stumbles into The Freak and he drops the handful
of thumbtacks to the mat below. The Freak turns to nail El Rey in the face, but El Rey ducks under the blow sending The Freak backwards with a heartpunch
and The Freak seems to be out cold as he holds at his chest. J-Kurt turns to nail El Rey in the side of his head and he nearly succeeds in eliminating
El Rey with just that one blow; but El Rey catches himself before he is eliminated. Derrick Daze and Justin turn to find Epoch delivering a massive chair
shot onto Spyke’s skull sending the Weird One down to the canvas. Epoch turns as Justin and Derrick charge the chair swinging man. THWACK! THWACK!, both
Derrick and Justin go down in a heap thanks to the steel chair. Epoch turns to find El Rey, The Freak, and Jonothan staring at him. All three charge, but
Epoch is unable to defend himself against all three. off and The Freak manages to eliminate Epoch as he brings the chair down on El Rey’s skull. J-Kurt
takes the oppurtunity to lift the dead weight of El Rey up and over the top rope and two have been eliminated here.

JENNY JERSEY: El Rey de Corazones and Epoch have been eliminated! Quantum and La Reina are now able to enter into the match for their respective tag teams.
ROB MARTINEZ: Two eliminations already in this match.

COREY TAYLOR: And not nearly enough blood.

La Reina takes no time in diving under the bottom rope delivering a low blow to Jonothan Kurtis, spinning on the heel of one foot with a roundhouse kick
to The Freak’s temple and both go down. Derrick Daze gets up to his feet and tries to eliminate Justin by rolling him over the top rope. La Reina pulls
Spyke up to his feet slamming her brass knuckled fist into his skull with sickening pleasure. Quantum grabs her by the back of her mask turning her around
thundering his meaty fist into her nose and a crunching sound is heard. Blood quickly flows from the mouth of her mask and her eyes glaze over as Quantum
slams another fist into her obvious broken nose. Spyke bites La Reina on her leg and her hand goes to her leg just as Quantum boots her in the face. La
Reina goes down and Quantum is on her pounding away as Spyke bites at her leg. Jonothan and The Freak resume their battle from earlier, but Jonothan quickly
gains the upper hand with a fist into the Freak’s mouth. The Freak drops down to one knee and delivers a low blow, but J-Kurt side steps the attempted
low blow slamming a knee into The Freak’s face. He hooks the Freak up, dropping him down with a vertical suplex on top of a table that hasn’t been set
up. J-Kurt wraps the string of barbed wire around his fist digging it into The Freak’s face. Justin picks up the 2 by 4 and swings at Derrick’s head. Daze
ducks under the blow lifting Justin up with a half nelson and eliminates him. No wait! Justin manages, just barely to hold onto the top rope by his right
hand. Derrick sees this and brings down the 2 by 4 on his hand, he loses his grip and falls to the floor.

JENNY JERSEY: Justin Thyme has been eliminated; Christopher Samsonite can now enter the match.

COREY TAYLOR: Only one more idiot to go on that team.

ROB MARTINEZ: I’d like to see you get in there and hang with them.

COREY TAYLOR: No thanks, they get embarrassed enough as it is.

Chris wastes no time in sliding in under the bottom rope and continuing with Derrick Daze. A boot to the midsection causes him to release the 2 by 4, and
the shot with Jonothan’s cell phone to the top of his head sends Derrick down to the mat; the cell phone is no longer any good so Chris tosses it into
the crowd. J-Kurt looks ticked off at his phone being destroyed and slams a fist into Chris’ face sending him backwards into the ropes. Spyke is now biting
on the screaming Quantum’s shoulder and he is biting for all he is worth. The Freak comes over dropping a leg across the back of Quantum’s head sending
his ugly mug into the canvas. The Freak pulls Quantum up to his feet with the biting Spyke still clinging on, he nails him in the face with some brass
knuckles found on the canvas. Quantum stumbles backwards; Spyke uses his position for an inverted DDT and Quantum is down on the mat. Spyke looks up, blood
streaming from his mouth, and dives at The Freak who isn’t ready for this charge. The Freak throws a right hand, but Spyke ducks under the blow delivering
a throat thrust to The Freak and the two begin to brawl like high school students fighting over a prom date. The Freak rolls Spyke over delivering a blow
to Spyke’s crotch that the crazed man doesn’t feel at all. Spyke with a headbutt sends the Freak rolling off of him clutching at his head. La Reina gets
shakily up to her feet and tosses her head from side to side sending blood to land on the canvas. She bends to pick up a steel chair. She brings it down
on Quantum’s skull before turning to nail Jonothan Kurtis and Chris Samsonite with its surface. Derrick Daze has gotten up behind her and is grinning,
she is in perfect position to be eliminated. She seems to sense something as she turns around with a golf shot right to his grinning face. Derrick loses
a tooth in the process as he falls on his back.

ROB MARTINEZ: Sick shot to Derrick’s face.

COREY TAYLOR: Beautiful swing though.

La Reina turns back around intending to take out The Freak and Spyke, but a standing dropkick from Jonothan sends her stumbling towards the ropes and she
is over the ropes, but Lacey Gloria pushes her back into the ring and mouths something about next week bitch. La Reina turns around to say something back
to her when Jonothan charges at her, she swings the steel chair, but J-Kurt ducks under the swing half nelson slam onto the steel chair she was swinging.
La Reina goes limp in Jonothan’s hands and he quickly pulls her up and intends on dumping her over the side. The Freak saves her unintentionally by slamming
the 2 by 4 into J-Kurt’s crotch and he drops the sexy superstar on the canvas to lay in a pool of her own blood. J-Kurt holds at his groin as The Freak
slams a barbed wire wrapped fist into J-Kurt’s face bringing even more rivers of blood into the match. The Freak shoves J-Kurt into the corner, but trips
over the outstretched hand of La Reina. Shut Down hands him the string of firecrackers and duct tape. The Freak with a boot into Jonothan’s midsection
following it up with a even flow DDT. He rolls The Bluegrass heartthrob over onto his back and duct tapes the firecrackers to Jonothan’s manhood. Biting
the duct tape to tear it off from the roll, he motions for the lighter, and Matthew has seen enough. He runs over, but it is too late as The Freak has
the lighter and lights the fuse.

ROB MARTINEZ: This… could be bad…

COREY TAYLOR: Could be? It is going to be awful for his love life over the next couple of weeks.

Quantum and Spyke are back up and at each other’s throats. Spyke with a eye gouge as Quantum delivers a big time bell clap to his head. Spyke goes down
as Quantum holds at his eyes. Quantum boots Spyke in the face and he goes down on his back. Christopher Samsonite springs from a steel chair delivering
a front kick to Quantum that sends him into the corner face first. Chris turns around, proud of himself, to find a charging Derrick Daze coming straight
for him. Chris ducks under the attack and back body drops Derrick over the top and to the floor below.

JENNY JERSEY: Derrick Daze has been eliminated; Lacey Gloria can now enter the match.

Lacey slides her makeup case into the ring and quickly follows in behind it. She kneels beside the downed La Reina and pulls out a bottle of red iodine
and pours the entire contents of the bottle into the gash on La Reina’s arm. La Reina wakes up immediately screaming from the pain and slamming a fist
into Lacey’s face. Lacey falls back from the unexpected blow holding at her cheek. Lacey pulls her hand back from her cheek and notices blood. La Reina
laughs at the shocked expression on Lacey’s face and throws another right hand into her face, she has the barbed wire in her hand! Lacey falls back this
time, blood streaming from the wound in her cheek. The firecrackers on Jonothan Kurtis go off with a loud bang and a scream as Jonothan is bleeding profusely
from in between his legs and The Freak makes an easy time of eliminating J-Kurt from the match.

JENNY JERSEY: Jonothan Kurtis has been eliminated; Matthew Kurtis can now enter the match.

Matthew looks up into the ring and delivers a knee into Shut Down’s face before climbing into the ring and heading straight for The Freak, who is watching
the two women brawl. Medical personnel rush down to the ring to check on Jonothan Kurtis, but immediately begin to beat the holy hell out of J-Kurt. Matthew
turns to find this going on and quickly climbs through the middle ropes jumping down on one of the attackers. He throws the attacker into the guard railing
and the other two rush away toting their hurt compadre with them. Real Medical Personnel come down to the ring and treat Jonothan carrying him to the back
on a stretcher. Before he leaves, he points to Matthew and makes a belt gesture around his waist; Matthew nods before climbing back into the ring. The
Freak is still watching the two women brawl back and forth, but The Freak is also digging through the makeup case finding things to use. Quantum and Spyke
are still battling back and forth on the ropes. Matthew with a Mafia kick sends Spyke flying over the top rope to land in a heap on the floor.

JENNY JERSEY: Spyke Gein has been eliminated, Johnny Maverick can now join the match.

ROB MARTINEZ: I don’t think I’d mess with Matthew Kurtis right now.

COREY TAYLOR: Why? The bigger they are the harder they fall.

Johnny slams a steel chair into Chris Samsonite’s skull and one of the members of Night Thyme is down on one knee. Johnny swings again and now Chris is
on the canvas blood pouring from the gash on his temple. Johnny swings the chair at Matthew Kurtis, but Matthew merely slams a fist into the steel which
slams it back into Johnny’s face. Matthew walks to behind The Freak and spins the unsuspecting man around. The Freak looks up in horror at the man who
is standing above him. The Freak throws salt into Matthew’s face, but Matthew side steps the spray of salt. The Freak backs up and Matthew grabs him by
the throat and lifts him up above his head. Shut Down is ready on the outside to enter the match. Matthew deposits The Freak over the top rope and to the
floor and spins ready for the confrontation with Shut Down.

JENNY JERSEY: The Freak has been eliminated, Shut Down can now join the match.

ROB MARTINEZ: Matthew is a man on a mission here.

COREY TAYLOR: He is upset because he isn’t getting any and everyone else is.

Shut Down steps over the top rope, he bends down to pick up a steel chair and a second. He holds one in each hand before tossing Matthew Kurtis the other.
These two men stare down each other. La Reina wraps the barbed wire around Lacey’s throat as they both stand in the corner. Lacey is throwing rights and
lefts for all she is worth, but La Reina is holding for all she is worth. Lacey with a boot to her gut and La Reina releases the barbed wire slightly.
Lacey with a elbow onto La Reina’s back sends her down to one knee. Quantum and Johnny Maverick are going toe to toe in the opposite corner as Matthew
and Shut Down still continue to stare daggers at each other; neither man moving an inch. Chris Samsonite pulls himself up to his feet and begins to set
up tables in the ring. He sets up one in the middle of the ring beside Shut Down and receives a boot to his ribs for the effort. Chris stumbles to the
side holding at his ribs, but plants the other table in the corner in a leaning position; he has a plan, but will it play out in his favor? Lacey wraps
the strand of barbed wire around La Reina’s wrist and pulls her toward her oncoming fist. La Reina holds once again at her broken nose and at the bloody
wrist on her left arm. Lacey with a spinning elbow into a spinning backfist sends La Reina over the top rope. La Reina manages to hold on and skin the
cat, but a steel chair to her face sends her toppling over the top and to the floor.

JENNY JERSEY: La Reina de los Mariposas has been eliminated. Now only six teams have representatives remaining in this match.

ROB MARTINEZ: Slowly but surely they are being narrowed down.

COREY TAYLOR: I see now why you make the big bucks.

Lacey isn’t finished as she climbs through the ropes to the outside but not before grabbing her case of toys and weapons. She pulls out the can of lighter
fluid and a book of matches. She squirts the fluid all over La Reina and makes a stream of the fluid on the padding at ringside. She lights the string
of fluid, but just as it reaches La Reina, she puts it out with a fire extinguisher. La Reina looks up, almost grateful, as Lacey blows the stuff from
the fire extinguisher into her face and them slams the extinguisher into La Reina’s broken face. Lacey gets down into La Reina’s face and mutters, “I could
have done it love, I could have ruined you for life. Remember that next time…” She slaps La Reina, who is unconscious before sliding back into the ring
fire extinguisher in hand.Chris pulls himself up and stumbles to the middle of the ring, the fire extinguisher takes him down easily enough. Chris is now
a bloody mess, Lacey looks at the two behemoths in the ring who are still staring at each other. They finally stop staring at each other as their individual
steel chairs clang together with a resounding clang. Matthew drops his chair, Shut Down drops his as well. Right hand from Matthew right hand from Shut
Down and these two aren’t holding anything back now. Boot from Matthew, European uppercut from Shut Down rocks Matthew back. Shut Down charges at Matthew,
he lifts a boot into the face of Shut Down and the man falls back on the table. Matthew climbs to the middle turnbuckle, but Chris dives from the top rope
sending Shut Down crashing through the table as well as himself. Not wanting to waste this oppurtunity, Matthew dives with a elbow smash through both men
on the canvas. Matthew holds at his forearm which has somehow gotten barbed wire entangled in his flesh. He lifts Chris Samsonite to his feet and tosses
him over to the side near Johnny Maverick. Maaverick with a low blow and Lacey with a spray to Quantum from the fire extinguisher sends him far into the
corner. Lacey charges with the fire extinguisher, using it like a clotheslining weapon, and sends Quantum over the top rope to the floor below.

JENNY JERSEY: Quantum has been eliminated; that leaves five teams remaining in this match.

ROB MARTINEZ: Who will walk out of this match with a shot?

COREY TAYLOR: Who will just walk out of here?

Johnny Maverick walks over to the nearly unconscious Chris Samsonite and pulls him to his feet. He pulls one of the empty beer bottles from the suitcase
and breaks it across Chris’ forehead slicing him open. Johnny sets up the unused chair in the match in a seating position before placing the remaining
beer bottles in the suitcase on the seat of the chair. He puts Chris up on the top turnbuckle and follows him upwards. He bell claps Chris before grabbing
his head in his hands and jumping backwards driving Chris’ face through the empty beer bottles and breaking the seat of the steel chair with his face.
Chris flops around for a moment before getting extremely still and motionless. Medical personnel rush down to the ring, but are powerless to enter into
the match. Matthew pulls Shut Down from the wreckage of the table where Lacey slams the fire extinguisher into the back of his skull in a swinging motion.
Shut Down stumbles forward into a belly to belly suplex that sends him crashing through the table leaning in the corner. That particular table shatters
into a million pieces upon impact and Matthew gets up smiling from the action. He turns around to be met with the swinging pendulum that is the fire extinguisher.
He ducks under the blow, but his skull is cracked on the backswing and he goes down. Johnny pulls Chris’ face out of the mess and shards of glass stick
to his face as blood literally pours in rivers down his face. Johnny has no trouble eliminating the unconscious Chris over the top rope and eliminating
him.

JENNY JERSEY: Chris Samsonite has been eliminated. Only four teams remain in this match.

ROB MARTINEZ: Did you see his face?

COREY TAYLOR: Don’t you mean what remains of it?

Matthew Kurtis rolls out of the ring and retrieves the two thumbtack covered bowling balls before rolling back into the ring. He kicks a clear path in front
of Shut Down before rolling a perfectly straight ball right into Shut Down’s crotch; Shut Down… yells out in pain.

ROB MARTINEZ: 7 – 10 split there.

COREY TAYLOR: That isn’t funny at all.

Shut Down tosses the ball to the outside just then, Matthew releases the spare ball that picks up that 7 – 10 split in a painful hurry. Shut Down tries
to remove this pain from in between his legs, but Lacey Gloria sprints around Matthew Kurtis with a baseball slide dropkick that sends the ball even further
into the gutter. Matthew laughs, but it is cut off by Johnny Maverick slamming the barbed wire covered baseball bat into Matthew’s skull. Matthew’s eyes
roll up into the back of his head and he falls down to the canvas in a heap. Johnny Maverick with another swing that connects with Lacey’s skull, this
time. For good measure, he slams the bat into Shut Down’s pain filled face and the carny turned wrestler, goes limp from the pain. Johnny Maverick stands
tall in the ring with the other four competitors lying there on the canvas.

COREY TAYLOR: See, my pick is standing tall.

ROB MARTINEZ: Which one of your picks?

COREY TAYLOR: My pick to win.

Johnny goes over to Shut Down and pulls the big man up to his feet and proceeds to eliminate him from the match and make his job that much easier. Lacey
digs through her case and pulls out a dinner fork, she pulls herself up to a vertical base. Leaping into the air, she drives the fork deep into Johnny
Maverick’s shoulder and the redneck hating wrestler screams out in pain as the fork digs into his flesh. Johnny turns around and Lacey drags another fork
down Johnny’s chest digging grooves into his skin from the pressure. Johnny is tring to remove the fork out of his shoulder, but it is just out of reach.
Shut Down is leaning on the ropes and pulls the fork out of Johnny’s shoulder, but slams it back into his flesh again repeatedly making Johnny look like
a bloody piece of meat. Matthew gets back up on the opposite side of the ring and Shut Down is there with a fork slamming it into Matthew’s chest bringing
a trickle of blood from the puncture wound. Johnny is still screaming from the pain as Lacey grabs his ankles and tosses him over the top rope and to the
floor. She turns around and is nailed in the throat with a clothesline from Shut Down which eliminates her over the top rope as well.

COREY TAYLOR: Damn!

ROB MARTINEZ: You can’t say that on television.

COREY TAYLOR: Just did, didn’t I?

JENNY JERSEY: Johnny Maverick and Lacey Gloria have been eliminated. The final two combatents remaining in the match are Shut Down and Matthew Kurtis!

Shut Down with a huge right hand sends Matthew stumbling backwards into the ropes. Shut Down with a clothesline sends Matthew nearly over the top, but Matthew
uses his weight to keep himself on the right side of the ropes. He leaps at Shut Down taking him down with a shoulder block. Matthew rolls over bringing
a kendo stick up with him, he swings downwards in a big arch breaking the stick with one blow over Shut Down’s head. The crowd is loving Matthew Kurtis
being on top in this match and are showing him the love he deserves. He picks Shut Down up throwing him towards the ropes. Matthew leaps with a Mafia kick,
but Shut Down ducks under the kick. Matthew is slammed down to the canvas on top of the shards of broken beer bottles with a spinebuster and Matthew grunts
from the glass digging into his flesh. He rolls over as Shut Down rolls up to his feet as well. Climbing through the ropes, Shut Down grabs an aluminum
trashcan fron ringside that is full of trash and tosses it inside of the squared circle; most of the trash actually remains inside. Shut Down tosses in
the metal walking cane and chain and rolls into the ring. Matthew is up, but his back is to Shut Down; he spins on his heels. Shut Down with the metal
walking cane to Matthew’s head sends him backwards. Kurtis hits the ropes, back body drop onto the top of the trashcan and it squashes into a pancake.
Shut Down mouths “damn” before trying to put the trashcan into its former shape. After he gets it somewhat resembling a trashcan, he places it over Matthew’s
head and swings the metal cane. Matthew ducks ramming forward taking Shut Down with a weird looking battering ram, but effective. Matthew removes the trashcan
and looks out to the crowd for some sort of approval.

COREY TAYLOR: Come on, no one wants to see you do anything.

ROB MARTINEZ: I would say that these fans beg to differ.

Matthew slams the can over Shut Down’s head before swinging the cane himself, it folds and Shut Down stumbles into the ropes blindly. Matthew spies the
chain and wraps it around his fist, about three feet hang down to the mat. Kurtis swings, the can dents even more and Shut Down begins to stumble even
more. Another right, another! Shut Down is still on his feet though, but mostly because he keeps bouncing into the ropes. Matthew drops the wrapped portion
of his chain, grabbing the hook on each end, he swings it like a pendulum. The chain connects with the exposed ribs of Shut Down and he stumbles into the
corner, another shot to the ribs, and a third. Matthew is going to town on this unfortunately blinded man, but he can’t seem to get the trashcan off of
his head. Matthew spins him around, lifting him to the top turnbuckle with a bit of effort. Wrapping his arms around his midsection, Matthew grunts and
Shut Down is slammed into the weapon strewn canvas with a top rope super belly to back superplex. Matthew rolls over onto his feet, hits the ropes, and
drops a leg onto the trashcan. He yanks Shut Down up to his feet and removes the trashcan from around his upper body. Shut Down slams a handful of ketchup
into Matthew’s face temporarily blinding him. Shutdown with a fork into Matthew’s cheek, he screams out in surprise and pain. Shut Down with a right hand,
another, and a third. Matthew is off guard and stumbling around still being blinded by the catch up. Shut Down whips Matthew into the ropes and Mack and
Trix pull down the top rope allowing the ketchup blinded Matthew to land on the floor.

DING! DING! DING!

JENNY JERSEY: Matthew Kurtis has been eliminated; winner…. Shut Down!

COREY TAYLOR: My pick wins!

ROB MARTINEZ: One of your many picks to win this match.

COREY TAYLOR: Do us all a favor and shut up.

Shut Down stares down at Young Money Mack and Young Money Trix on the floor as they begin to stomp and kick the crap out of Matthew Kurtis, who obviously
landed on his head. Over at the announce table, Corey Taylor is jumping up and down while clapping.

Jonothan stumbles from the back as Chad rushes down the aisleway to where Mack and Trix are at. Looking up, they notice the intrusion to their fun and quickly
make their way out through the crowd. Chad and Jonothan help Matthew up to his feet and the three walk backstage.

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JENNY JERSEY: The following match is set for one fall and is now a singles match for the Rebel Pro #1 Contender’s Cup.

“Heavy Metal Machine” by the Smashing Pumpkins smashes its way through the speakers as Mikey Massacre comes out to a chorus of boos. Mikey has a bullhorn
in hand and a smirk on his face.

MIKEY MASSACRE: You fans want to boo me, but you used to cheer me.

Oh, they definitely are booing him now.

MIKEY: You sick, saddistic, and twisted fans still love to watch… THE ONE! THE ONLY… MIKEY MASSACRE… put his body… on the line.

They still boo the man that they used to cheer.

MIKEY: You still like, no, love to watch me bleed and make others bleed…

The smirk widens.

MIKEY: Not tonight though. Last week, Zeke stole my cup, he took what was rightfully mine. That cup is mine damn it! Zeke took it! But he can have it now,
it has been tainted by the goodness of Zeke and the filthy touches of you. The filth that is known as people who support Rebel Pro. You want to wear those
masks? You want to think that it bothers me? Wear your masks, support your Rebel Pro, because as soon as I can, it will fall; then the heartbreak you feel
will fill my very being.

BOOOOOOOOOOO!

Mikey drops the megaphone, turns and finds Six standing there behind him. The white mask still has the four streaks of Mikey’s blood on its white surface.
Six just stands there and watches as Mikey ducks around him and to the back, looking over his back at Six.

“Anthem for the Underdog” by 12 Stones flaps its way through the speakers and as Six turns, the Bird of Prey rushes past him to run down the aisleway.

JENNY JERSEY: Standing at six feet two inches and weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds… the BIRD OF PREY!

The crowd loves Bird of Prey as a “We Love B.O.P.(clap, clap, clap clap clap)” chant breaks out. He flips over the top rope and into the ring to stand in
a corner facing the entrance way.

The crowd now waits in anticipation for the long awaited announcement they had been promised earlier in the show. From the speakers, the all too familiar
Beverly Hillbillies tune is heard, and out from the back once again comes Cuzin Zeke. In his hand he carries the #1 Contenders Cup, and the fans reach
out to shake his hand as he makes his way to ringside. He places the cup down on the announcer’s table, and climbs into the ring. Bird of Prey looks on
as Zeke takes the microphone.

Zeke: “Wells I knows ya all been waiting to hears what I gots to say… and I had lots of time to thinks things over. Yes having that cup could be valuable,
it can open many doors, and it can allow someone to decides just what and who they wants to wrestle. But also it can be costly if ya loses it. So as I
told ya all before, I am cashing it in. I aint as dumb as I may seem, I knows a good thing when I sees it. I worked to hard to get it. I knows that it
is a shock to ya all, but I knows this is whats I gots to do.”

The crowd in the arena is going crazy, Zeke just won the cup and now he is giving it up. They cheer and also wait and wonder what is next.

Zeke: “ So’s after a few hours of thinking, thinking about what belt would fit nice around my waist, I thinks I have finally come to an answer. I knows
that this belt is the one that I thinks I most covet. It is one that I knows is the right choice. I have held this belt in many other federations, and
wells it is the one I am most comfortable with. So tonite I am announcing that I am going after the TAG TEAM belt!!! Yes that is correct I wants the tag
belt.”

The crowd can not believe just what they had heard, nor can anyone else in the building…why would Zeke want the tag belts, and who is he going to have as
his partner. Maybe the power has gotten to his head.

Zeke: “ Yup that is it, I been thinking a whole lot, and wells I thinks it is time to take my career in a different direction. I held the tag belts here
once before, for only a short time, but this time it will be different. I gots a long run in mind. So now ya all thinking who the heck is gonna be his
partner. Wells again I done my thinking. And I thinks I come up with probably the best partner out there. This guy is someone I knows will give it his
all, I knows that he will want the belts as much as I does. This guy is at the top if his game, and well I knows he wants to stays there. This guy is someone
ya all knows here in REBEL. Some of yas love him, some of yas hate him. He is someone that wells I guess I have earned some respect for, cuz he is sure
been at the top for a long time. I knows ya are all ready for this….so here he is….. It is Mikey Massacre!!! He has been shout about how I been a puppet
and all, how I have been run by REBEL, nows I showing him that I calls the shots and telling him he is my partner. And ya gots to go along with it, simple
as that. You wanted to see us join up and clean up REBEL, well here is your chance… and first stop is the Tag belts. So REBEL, ya arrange it, and me and
Mikey will be there….!”

Zeke hands the mic back, and climbs out of the ring…walks over to the cup and looks at it…. And now makes his way out… the fans now even more stunned and
in wonder as to just what the heck is Zeke thinking about.

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, due to a forfeit earlier from Mikey Massacre and the cashing in of the cup by Cuzin’ Zeke, the winner and NEEEEW holder
of the #1 Contender’s Cup… The Bird of Prey!

Jenny takes the cup and hands it over to Bird of Prey who has shock written all over his face.

COREY TAYLOR: What bull…

ROB MARTINEZ: Bird of Prey has never been the #1 Contender Cup holder here in Rebel Pro.

COREY TAYLOR: He shouldn’t be now. Listen to these idiots chanting for him.

ROB MARTINEZ: When will Zeke and Mikey take their Tag Team Title shots?

COREY TAYLOR: Zeke had the chance to go for the World Title… I can’t believe some of the things that have happened here tonight.

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JENNY JERSEY: Our next match is scheduled for one-fall and is for the REBEL Pro World Tag Team Championship! Pop!

“Everyone I Went To High School With Is Dead” hits the speakers.

Boo!

The Jonas Brothers emerge from the speakers, rolling their eyes at the booing fans. Halfway down the aisle, sitting in the front row are four young REBEL
Pro fans, kids probably six or seven year olds. They are each wearing REBEL Icon t-shirts and holding REBEL replica belts. They are booing loudly at the
Jonas Bros who take notice. They start arguing with the little kids and mock their belts and their heroes: Chad Kurtis and Rex Caliber. The dad of one
of the kids is yelling at them, too, wanting to hop over the guard rail to give them a piece of their mind. Jenny Jersey decides to try to subdue the situation…

JENNY JERSEY: The challengers, from Sacramento, California, weighing in at a combined 466 pounds… THE JONAS BROTHERS!

The dad and Jim Jonas are exchanging punches!

“Headstrong” by Trapt cues up.

The fans pop but Caliber and Kurtis don’t emerge from the curtain! They are coming through the crowd! They come up behind the protective dad. Rex Caliber
takes his place and begins exchanging punches with Jim Jonas! Meanwhile, the Show is up on the guard rail and dropkicks Tommy Jonas to the cement! Caliber
climbs over the rail.

JENNY JERSEY: Geez, well, uh… and the champions… THE REBEL ICONS!

Caliber with a knee to the gut of Jim. He whips him into the opposite rail. Runs in but the big man back body drops him over the rail! The Show whips Tommy
into the corner of the ring apron. Follows it up with some quick rights and lefts then rolls him into the ring.

DING DING

Jim folds up a steel chair. As Caliber stands up he gets sent back down… NO! Caliber grabs the chair! He bashes Jim! Jim staggers back, spins around… only
to be chair hucked! He falls onto the cement! Caliber up onto the guard rail… flying elbow! Meanwhile, in the ring, Tommy and The Show lock-up. The Show
puts him in a side headlock but it is broken quick by a kick to the nuts. The Show doubles over. Tommy to the ropes and back with a clothesline! He spreads
The Show’s legs and is about to stomp a mudhole in the ‘Then Now NEXT’ of Chad Kurtis when Caliber comes into the ring after having rolled Jim into it.
He sees Caliber coming and they lock-up. Caliber spins around and hooks a waistlock and attempts a German suplex but Tommy spins in mid-air, lands on his
feet, then boots Caliber in his Nexus One! Caliber doubles over… only to receive a swinging neckbreaker from Jim! The Show is back to his feet, holding
his stuff, but determined to get some revenge on Tommy. They lock-up. Kurtis pushes him into the corner. Slap to the chest! Another! Whips him into the
opposite corner, reversed by Tommy. Tommy with a short-arm clothesline, ducked by The Show. Waistlock. Kurtis front trips Tommy, falls on top of him. Kurtis
back up as Tommy begins to stand. Kurtis drops an elbow on the back of Tommy’s neck. Back up, drops another. Meanwhile, Jim is giving the boots to Caliber
but Caliber is somehow finding the means to stand. Caliber blocks a forearm shot. Headbutt. Block. Headbutt! Jim staggers back as Kurtis is off of the
ropes… Spinning Heel Kick! The Show back to his feet, off of the ropes, the same for Tommy as he stands! Kurtis picks up Tommy. Caliber picks up Jim. They
push them into opposite corners, whip them into each other, they bounce off while the Icons run off of opposite ropes… DUELING RUNNING BULLDOGS!

Two covers!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT BY BOTH!

Caliber picks up Tommy, throws his head into the turnbuckle. Kicks him in the gut repeatedly and the little man falls into the corner, Caliber holding the
ropes while he kicks away at the midsection. Kurtis waits for Jim to stand perched on top of the turnbuckle. He finally stands… flying cross body!

Back to his feet quickly. Standing moonsault! Another! Cover!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Caliber relents on Tommy, picks him up, whips him. Belly-to-belly! He walks over to Kurtis. They both grab Jim. Double back suplex to the big man! Kurtis
with a cover.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

The Icons walk over to Tommy. Double suplex… no! Tommy DDTs BOTH! Tommy puts Caliber in top of Kurtis and goes up top. Senton! He covers Kurtis! ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Jim getting to his feet. The Jonas Bros. talk for a second, then Jim powerbombs his own brother onto the back of the rising Caliber! Jim with a cover on
Caliber!

ONE!

TWO!

TH—KICKOUT!

Everyone but Jim Jonas is lying on the mat, seemingly dead to the world. He goes outside the ring and decides to spice things up. He rolls three tables
in. Throws two chairs in. Grabs a third and hops into the ring with it. He swings it at the rising Kurtis but… SUPERKICK INTO THE CHAIR! Kurtis played
possum to a T! COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THR—BROKEN UP BY A TOMMY JONAS ELBOW!

But Tommy is knocked over by a Rexy Lariat as soon as he stands. The Show goes for another cover of Jim.

ONE!

TWO!

TH—KICKOUT!

Caliber grabs one of the tables and leans it in the corner. As Tommy stands, Caliber grabs him in a waistlock… GERMAN THROUGH THE TABLE! He drags Tommy
away from the rubble and makes a cover.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE—NO! JIM RISES FROM THE DEAD TO STOP IT IN THE NICK OF TIME!

The Show and Jim now exchanging punches, they lock-up. Jim with the size advantage which he uses to power through into a side headlock. But The Show finds
it in him to belly-to-back suplex the big man! The Show is setting up the second table now. Him and Caliber put Jim on it. The Show steps outside of the
ropes. Could this be his famous Springboard 450? … THROUGH A TABLE?? The Show up on the ropes but Jim, quicker than we’ve ever seen him, is up and hits
the top-rope, sending Kurtis legs-spread over the rope! Caliber charges but Jim sends him down with a BIG spinebuster! Back to his feet. Suplexes The Show
off of the ROPES through the TABLE! The big man makes a cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THR—NO! KICKOUT!

Jim helps Tommy to his feet. They each grab a steel chair and wait patiently for their opponents to rise. Tommy waits for The Show. Jim waits for the Nexus
One. The Icons slowly stand. They are both HIT with the CHAIR! …but NEITHER goes down! They are both shaking their heads saying NOPE, NOPE, that’s not
enough! Simultaneous swings again… the Icons grab the chairs! POW! POW! Both of the Jonas’ sent DOWNTOWN! Rex puts Tommy up on his shoulders while Chad
goes upstairs. CLOUD NINE! COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

NO!

NO!

Broken up by Jim Jonas! The Icons look furious. They whip Jonas off of the ropes. He ducks clothesline from both of them. Off of the ropes… double clothesline
sends the Icons down! There is some fight in him left! He is setting up the third table! Kurtis stands only to have his throat seized! Choke slam? No!
Kurtis elbows his way out of it. Rolling elbow! Caliber stands. Rolling elbow of his own! The Icons are exchanging rolling elbows, each trying to out-do
the other, the beneficiary of which is the forehead of Jim Jonas! They whip him off of the ropes. Caliber with a German suplex through the table while
Kurtis gives him a neckbreaker! WHAT A COMBO! COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

THAT’S IT!

JENNY JERSEY: And your winners and STILL REBEL Pro World Tag Team Champions… THE REBEL ICONS!

The fans go crazy as the referee raises the hands of the champions. The Jonas’ gave quite a fight to the Icons, really making them take out all stops to
keep their belts. But, in the end, the Icons are STILL on top. WHO CAN STOP THEM?

But wait! Our thoughts are interrupted as Young Money run to ringside! Trix, Mack and … and the MASKED MAN we’ve seen before! Mack and Trix are beating
down Kurtis while the masked man is going toe-to-toe with Caliber! Chad is getting the two-on-one treatment! But here come his brothers: the Bluegrass
Mafia 2.0! They are beat up from their prior match but… it’s their BRO, YO! Chad is left recovering in the ring as the Mafia and the two Young Money
members brawl through the ropes and continue to hammer away at each other at ringside! Meanwhile, the Masked Man has taken advantage of the Nexus One’s
weakened state and is punching away at him in the corner. He grabs a steel chair, swings it at Rex but the Nexus One ducks and it hits the turnbuckle!
Caliber smashes the man’s head into the chair which is on top of the turnbuckle. He tries to rip the mask off but the Man is not allowing him to do so!
But Caliber is able to turn the mask around so that the Man is totally blind! He never sees it coming when Rex hits his… PLANETARY COLLISION! The Masked
Man is not moving, allowing Rex to grab a hold of the mask and pull it off… Revealing… HOLY SHIT!

It’s BUBBA J!

Caliber looks ENRAGED! Attacked by Bubba… AGAIN? He grabs the steel chair and begins swinging it unmercifully at the fallen Redneck! AGAIN and AGAIN!
We see blood dripping down the face of the former REBEL Pro World Champ as Caliber continues his onslaught. Chad Kurtis comes to and sees what is happening
and tries to calm down his partner but Caliber is able to get a few more shots in before relenting and throwing the chair down.

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

“Shipping Up to Boston” by Dropkick Murphys hits the speakers and the crowd erupts for the man that steps out from behind the curtain.

JENNY JERSEY: Coming to the ring first, he hails from Boston, MA and weighs in at 247 pounds….Sean Robinson!!!

Robinson climbs into the ring and looks out at the rabid REBEL fans. He gestures that the title belt is coming home around his waist and he gets a nice
pop for it.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent…

“Carbomb” by The Acacia Strain pounds the speakers and the cheers turn quickly to boos.

JENNY JERSEY: He hails from Glens Falls, NY and weighs in at 341 pounds…..The REBEL World Heavyweight Champion….Vincent Black!!!

Black steps out from the back, title belt draped over his left shoulder and a smirk plastered on his face. Black climbs into the ring, hands the title belt
over to referee Alan Stone and steps back to a neutral corner. The referee shows the title belt to Sean and then hands it to a ringside official and calls
for the bell!

The two men circle each other and lock up in the middle of the ring. Black uses his power and size advantage to shove Robinson back into the corner. The
referee calls for the break and Black slowly eases away from Robinson. Black smirks at the challenger and gestures for him to lock up once more. Again
the two men lock up and for the second time, Robinson finds himself being powered back into the corner. Again the referee calls for the break but Black
tries to sneak in a right hand! Robinson blocks it and spins Black around so that the champion has his back to the corner. A chop across the chest of the
champion gets a “woooooooo!” from the crowd! Another chop from the challenger lights up the chest of Black! Robinson whips Black out of the corner and
into the ropes. A high backdrop from Robinson puts Black into the lights and then crashing down hard onto the mat! The champion rolls out of the ring and
Robinson is standing tall!

On the outside, Black has dropped to one knee and is pulling a table out from underneath the ring. A “We want tables!” chant starts to echo through the
crowd as Black starts to set up the table. Sean rolls to the outside and catches an unawares Black with a forearm shot across the back. Sean takes the
head of Black and bounces it off the very table he set up! Black rolls into the ring trying to create some space between him and the challenger but Sean
is hot on his heels. Now with both men inside the ring, Sean starts to pull Black to his feet when the champion drives his shoulder into the gut of the
challenger and drives him back into the corner. Black drives another big shoulder into the ribs of Sean knocking the air from his lungs. A third shoulderblock
has the challenger gasping for air and doubled over in the corner. the referee finally gets Black out of the corner but the champion grabs the arm of Sean
and whips him across the ring and into the opposite corner. Black charges in after Sean but Robinson gets up a boot to the face!

Black staggers back and Sean rushes him only to get crushed to the mat with a belly to belly suplex! Black rolls out of the ring and yanks the time keeper
from his spot. taking his chair, Black rolls back into the ring and aims for the rising Sean Robinson. Black charges Sean and swings the chair but the
challenger drops down and the chair bounces off the top rope and smacks the champion in the face! Black staggers back and gets hooks from behind from Robinson.
German suplex from the challenger! Robinson keeps his hands locked and rolls Black back to his feet. A second German suplex drives the champion into the
mat! Again Sean pulls Black to his feet and goes for the hat trick only to have the champion swing his leg back and low blow the challenger! Robinson releases
his grip and drops to his knees. Black staggers over to the dropped chair, picks it up, turns and cracks it across the back of Sean Robinson!

Black drops the chair onto the mat and pulls Sean up and positions him for his New Hope powerbomb! Black tries to get the challenger up but Sean reverses
the move into a backdrop! Robinson picks up the chair, waits for Black to get to his feet and slams the chair into his leg! Black drops like he was shot
and Sean quickly hooks the leg he smacked with the chair. Robinson locks in a MMA style kneelock and Black scrambles to pull himself to the ropes. Black
grabs the bottom rope and the referee gets Robinson to release the submission hold by the count of four. Black pulls himself to the outside and limps around
the outside trying to get his leg back in working order. Sean rolls to the outside and clips the leg of Black with a chop block dropping the champ to the
ground. Robinson goes hunting under the ring and pulls out a chair which he promptly slams into the leg of Black! Sean raises the chair above his head
and the crowd is firmly behind him.

Robinson walks over to the table Black set up and places the folded chair on top of it. He then asks for and receives two more chairs from eager to help
ringside fans. Sean places the two other chairs onto the table and then returns his attention to Black. Black catches Sean with a back elbow to the face
and it staggers the challenger. Big right hand from Black backs up Robinson. A kick to the leg from Robinson drops Black to his knees. Robinson pulls Black
to his feet and rolls him up onto the ring apron. Sean climbs up to the ring apron, pulls Black up and positions him for his Boston Car Bomb! The crowd
rises as one eager to see Black sent through the chair covered table but are quickly disappointed when Black powers out and backdrops Sean onto the hard
ring apron! Black falls through the ropes and into the ring and Robinson rolls in behind him.

Both men slowly get to their feet and Sean strikes first with a right hand to the head! Black responds with a right hand of his own!

Right hand from Sean!

Right hand from Black!

Right hand from Sean!

Right hand from Black!

Right hand from Sean!

Another right from Sean! The champ is reeling!

Black ducks the next right hand and his momentum spins around Robinson so that his back is to the champ.

Full nelson slam from Vincent Black!

Black drops down for the cover as the referee counts!

One!

Two!

Robinson kicks out!

Black pulls Sean up and shoots him into the ropes. Batista style spinebuster! Another cover from Black!

One!

Two!

Sean kicks out once more!

Black looks frustrated and rolls out of the ring as Sean lays on his back in pain. On the outside, Black pulls another table out from under the ring apron
and the sight of the second table gets a big reaction from the crowd. Black sets up the second table and picks it up and places it on top of the first
table making a table bunk bed! Smiling, Black rolls back into the ring and reaches down to pull Sean to his feet. Sean quickly reaches up and rolls Black
over into a small cradle!

One!

Two!

Black kicks out!

Black pulls himself to his feet as fast as he can and lays in the heavy right and left hands to the rising Sean Robinson. Chop from Sean! Another chop echoes
though the building! Black jabs a thumb into the eye of the challenger and follows up with a knee to the ribs doubling over Robinson! Vincent Black hits
the New Hope powerbomb from nowhere! Both men are laying on the mat, Sean is on his back with his eyes closed and Black is clutching at his damaged leg.
Black pulls himself over and drapes an arm across the chest of Robinson!

One!

Two!

Thr-No!!!!!!

Sean gets a shoulder up!

The crowd explodes and Black looks shocked! Black questions the count and shakes his head in frustration. Sean is dragged to his feet by the champion and
shot into the ropes. Black drops his head a second to early and it allows Robinson to put on the breaks, hook the champion and hit his Boston Car Bomb!
The crowd is on the edge of their seats as Sean shoots the half nelson, rolls over Black and goes for the cover! The crowd counts along with the referee!
One!

Two!

Thr-No!!!

Black kicks out at the last possible second!

Both men are slow to get up and Sean rips the chest of Black with a brutal chop! Eye rake from Black! Black whips Sean into the ropes and connects with
a big boot to the face! Sean stumbles back and falls through the ropes and onto the ring apron. Black drops to his ass from the impact but quickly starts
pulling himself towards Sean Robinson. On the ring apron, Sean pulls himself up to his feet and doesn’t see Black roll under the bottom rope behind him.
Sean turns around and Black swings his leg up and catches the challenger between the uprights! The crowd (mostly the men) groan as Sean doubles over in
agony. Black pulls himself up using the ring ropes and hooks Robinson. A New Hope off of the apron through the double decker tables!!!

The crowd explodes (as do the tables) and Black looks down at the destruction he’s just caused. Black eases himself down from the ring, shoves some of the
larger table debris off of Sean and drags the challenger to his feet so that he can shove him into the ring. Black slowly climbs into the ring and covers
his man.

One!

Two!

Three!

Black rolls off of Sean and lays on the mat completely exhausted.

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of this match and STILL the REBEL World Heavyweight Champion….Vincent Black!!!

The referee places the title belt on the chest of Black and raises his hand in victory. Black rolls out of the ring and limps his way towards the back.
Inside the ring the referee is helping Sean back to his feet but the glassy eyed challenger shoves him away. He looks out at Black and we can see him mouth
the words, “next time.”

ROB MARTINEZ: What an awesome birthday for Rebel Pro’s Underground.

COREY TAYLOR: Hurry up already.

ROB MARTINEZ: The show was filled with surprises… birthday surprises.

COREY TAYLOR: Is it possible that you can become any lamer?

ROB MARTINEZ: Well, I have been taking lessons from your mom in my free time.

COREY TAYLOR: I do a yo mama joke and then you do one.

ROB MARTINEZ: Yeah, it was a low blow, but you are a low kind of guy.

COREY TAYLOR: Sign off already.

ROB MARTINEZ: For Corey Taylor, I am Rob Martinez and…

COREY TAYLOR: Jenny Jersey is in love with me.

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BLOOD EXCHANGE
05/12/2009
Fans are milling around at the Exchange Club Fairground; they are just talking and having a good time before the show starts.

“Backed up against the wall”

Heads jerk up in surprise and excitement, they know as soon as this song finishes playing, the show will start. They quickly begin to make their way to
their seats.

“The animal makes his final stand
He spits and growls and shows his teeth
He’s a foreigner in his own land”

Fans file down the aisles into their seats. Some fans have popcorn, some beer, some Cokes, but each has a smile on his or her face.

“When there’s nowhere else to run
You’re a rebel
No more battles to be one
You’re a rebel
Stands out there with his pride
Fights with no one on his side
You’re a rebel”

“Rebel Pro! Rebel Pro! Rebel Pro! Rebel Pro! Rebel Pro! Rebel Pro! Rebel Pro!”

They are excited and begin to cheer wildly as Rob Martinez, newly hired announcer Corey Taylor, and the always lovely Jenny Jersey walk from the back and
to the ringside area. Jenny stops to give a few fans a quick autograph and she hugs a man, who enjoys the attention before going and grabbing a microphone.
“Without mercy the pack descends
Hear the cries of justice are in his defense
With a smug satisfaction they strip him bare
They kill the soul that should have flourished there”

The song dies just a bit.

JENNY JERSEY: Are you READY?!

They cheer wildly as the song comes back to full volume.

“When there’s nowhere else to run
You’re a rebel
No more battles to be one
You’re a rebel
Stands out there with his pride
Fights with no one on his side
You’re a rebel”

“REBEL PRO REBEL PRO REBEL PRO REBEL PRO REBEL PRO REBEL PRO REBEL PRO”

Jenny is smiling and waiting for the song to end, as is much if not all of the crowd here tonight.

“You’re a rebel and not a winner
You’re a fighter and now you’re bloodied
You’re a rebel and not a winner
You’re a fighter and now you’re bloodied
You’re a rebel and not a winner
You’re a fighter and now you’re bleeding”

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“Carbomb” by the Acacia Strain, stops the new Rebel Pro song and the crowd begins booing as Vincent Black makes his way to the ring.

The REBEL World strap hung over his shoulder, he smiles as he strides confidently to the ring in a pair of khakis and a back coat. garbage begins to litter
the entranceway as he makes his way to the ring. He asks Jenny for her microphone, and she obliges.

Vincent: “Dear REBEL fans and wrestlers…”

The crowd boos intensely, and Vincent looks annoyed.

Vincent: “Shut your ignorant little mouths, you peons. I am YOUR champion, and you have to listen to ME!”

The booing grows louder, but Vincent continues.

Vincent: “A few things have come to my attention as of late. First and foremost, Mikey Massacre is running around, telling REBEL that he is going to take
what The Extreme Elite started, and finish it. Mikey, let me out it to you, straight forward. The Extreme Elite were a faction of top athletes not only
in REBEL, but in all of wrestling. We ran REBEL Pro, with our own brand of an Iron Fist, and we could have done the same thing anywhere. We didn’t want
to end REBEL, because it was ours. We wanted to change it, and we did. We made history, we won matches, and we made Rex Caliber run like a scalded dog.
We held ALL the gold, Mikey, including YOUR Carolinas Championship. So now, you want to gather a band of misfit idiots from the Underground and start a
revolution to end the company? Go for it, but you’ll NEVER be as good as the Extreme Elite was, never. You’ve got a hold of that #1 Contenders Cup, why
don’t you use it and try your luck? Or are you just going to take out the scraps that are tossed down to you from my matches?”

The crowd starts to chant “B.O.P!” and “Cuzin Zeke!” as Vincent just laughs them off.

Vincent: “Oh, those two? After I defeated them both, they ran to the brass, claiming shenanigans, and got shots against Mikey for his Cup, so they can lose
to me again. Cute, right? Bunch of pansies, and Mikey kicked their asses. REBEL, your heroes are falling at my feet, and everyone else is picking at their
corpses. Speaking of heroes, I hear an awful lot of talk about Chad Kurtis-”

The crowd pops HUGE for “The Show”, and Vincent just smiles.

Vincent: “Yeah, yeah. And let’s not forget Rex Caliber-”

Vincent puts the microphone down, expecting this pop.

Vincent:”Anyway, the REBEL Icons come back and take the REBEL world by storm, defeating the Great Alaskan Ninjas-”

FAN: “The plural of Ninja is Ninja!”

Vincent: “Whatever. Either way, they can lay claim to officially breaking up the Extreme Elite. I mean, they did so through Rex Caliber’s sneaking around
behind the scenes, and then attacking the Ninjas with his gutless, cowardly ambush, but they did it nonetheless. What I’m getting at, is that the true
REBEL Icons were the Elite, and since I’m all that remains, there is only ONE true REBEL Icon. That Icon is the purest talent REBEL has ever seen. He is
REBEL’s New Hope. He has done more in less than a year than most wrestlers do in their whole career, anywhere! That Icon is me, Vincent Black, and I plan
on proving it! I will give Chad Kurtis all the credit in the world. He is REBEL’s only Triple Crown Champion. He is the first and Only man to hold two
of REBEL’s titles at once. He has won those titles so many times, need two hands to count it all. For what it’s worth, Chad Kurtis is a great wrestler.”
The fans begin to cheer, taken aback a little by Black’s honesty.

Vincent: “But I’m still better. I am one half of REBEL’s 2008 Best of the Best winners! I am the longest reining Carolinas Champion in REBEL History! I
am the current REBEL World Heavyweight Champion! And I’ve done these things in less than a year. And I will do in a year what took Chad Kurtis more than
three years to do: I will become a Triple Crown Champion, and I will hold two titles at once.”

The crowd chants “You suck! You Suck!” and “You can’t do it *clap clap clapclaplap*” as Vincent smiles every so slyly.

Vincent: “Right now, I am challenging the REBEL Icons to the REBEL Tag Team Championship! And my partner will be none other than…. a mystery.”

The crowd boos intensely, not only because Black is in the ring, but he hasn’t said who his partner will be.

Vincent: “And I will prove who the TRUE REBEL Icon is. Vincent Mathew Black- The New Hope!”

Vincent drops the microphone as “Carbomb” plays again. He steps over the top rope, out of the ring, and raises his hands in the air as the fans begin to
boo. He makes his way to the back with a huge smile on his face.

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“A Call For Blood” by Hatebreed” lumbers its way through the speakers and from the back to a mixed reaction and a small chant of “You got punked!” walks
Malice.

JENNY JERSEY: From the Red Hook Section of Brooklyn, he stands at six feet ten inches and weighs in at three hundred and ten pounds… MALICE!

Malice stomps up the steps and calmly steps over the top rope to await Bird of Prey.

COREY TAYLOR: You got Punked!

ROB MARTINEZ: You do know, you are supposed to be unbiast… right?

“Anthem for the Underdog” by 12 Stones flaps its way through the speakers and from the back to a face pop from the crowd walks the newly determined Bird
of Prey. He is focused on the ring and his unfortunate opponent, Malice. Jacob glad hands the fans, but doesn’t look at them.

JENNY JERSEY: From British Columbia Canada, he stands at six feet two inches and weighs in at two hundred and thirty pounds… he is the BIRD OF PREY!

He walks up the steps, never taking his eyes off of Malice; he holds the top rope jumping over it to face Malice in the middle of the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: Look at the determination in Jacob’s face there.

COREY TAYLOR: Sorry, too busy staring at that hottie over there, what did you say.

DING DING

Malice towers over Jacob in this match, but BoP is not backing down at all here. He reaches up punching the taste out of Malice’s mouth and the match is
starting off good. Malice blocks a left hand from BoP, but Jacob delivers another right hand that staggers Malice back into the ropes. Irish whip sends
Malice into the ropes, Jacob rolls delivering a springing clothesline that sends Malice over the top rope to the outside. Jacob sprints over to the corner
leaping up to the top rope and flying with a flipping moonsault splashing Malice on the padding outside of the ring. Malice grunts from the force of the
blow but Jacob is fired up and points out to the crowd before pounding a right fist into Malice’s temple. Irish whip sends him into the railing and BoP
leaps backwards onto the ring apron before diving with a shoulder block sending Malice’s bodyinto the railing even further.

ROB MARTINEZ: Bird of Prey showing that he has found himself here.

COREY TAYLOR: If only he would lose himself now.

Jacob rolls Malice into the ring before grabbing a steel chair from under the ring, he slides in as well. Another Irish whip and Malice is sent lumbering
to hit the opposite ropes. Jacob quickly picks up the chair, springs to the middle rope and dives as he swings the chair connecting with Malice’s skull
and blood flies from the impact of the blow. BoP digs his fingernails into the cut on Malice’s forehead yanking back on the flap of skin as Malice grunts
out in pain of his flesh being ripped away from the bone. Jacob picks up the chair and brings it down repeatedly on Malice’s skull with sickening rapidity.
Malice is woozy as BoP pulls him up to his feet booting him in the gut and planting him on the steel chair with a DDT. Jacob then locks in a guillotine
choke onto Malice.

ROB MARTINEZ: He calls this move the Talon’s Clutch.

COREY TAYLOR: Bird of Prey showing some backbone. Like him or hate him, I love the violence he has brought to this match.

The referee hollds Malice’s hand once and it falls. He holds it up a second time as Jacob screams in his effort to cuase more pain… it falls. Jacob is
yelling for the referee to hold it up a third time and he does… the hand… falls.

DING! DING! DING!

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match… the Bird of Prey!

ROB MARTINEZ: Bird of Prey has stopped the losing streak.

COREY TAYLOR: For now, but how long will it last?

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Mikey Massacre appears, walking through the backstage carrying the Rebel Pro #1 Contender’s Cup. He has a smirk plastered on his face and he struts through
the backstage with elevated swagger. Suddenly a man appears behind him, moving into the frame with the unseen surroundings. The man is wearing all black
from toe to finger; boots, cargos, sleeved shirt, leather gloves. His black hair is dripping wet and he’s wearing a white opera mask. Mikey would not have
noticed him, had he not spoken.

MASKED MAN: The multiplying villanies of nature do swarm upon him.

He speaks in a low growl to further hide his identity. Mikey whips around, and prepares to defend himself.

MASKED MAN: I can assure you, I mean you no harm.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Who the hell are you?

MASKED MAN: (cocking his head) Who? “Who” is but the form following the function of “What”… and what I am is a man in a mask.

MIKEY MASSACRE: I can see that.

MASKED MAN: Of course you can. I’m not questioning your powers of observation, I am merely remarking upon the paradox of asking a masked man who he is.
Mikey tries to get a look at the man’s eyes, which, incidentally, are hidden behind contacts that blacken even the whites of his eyes.

MIKEY MASSACRE: (rolling his eyes) What’s your name, then?

MASKED MAN: Though I have much, there is also much that I lack, and one of them, unfortunately, happens to be familiar verbal identification; in other words,
what you call a name. Ergo, so that you may remember, you may call me Six.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Six? As in the number six?

SIX: Yes. One, two, three, four, five, six.

MIKEY MASSACRE: All right, whatever. What do you want?

SIX: “What I want” is to inquire about my desire, ergo, your question is irrelevant. But on this most… auspicious of nights, allow me, then, to offer
you a more suitable alternative.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Whatever.

SIX: A masked man does not simply appear for no reason or purpose. What you mean to discover is the reason for the appearance of this, shall we say, dramatis
persona.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Yeah, or you could have saved your breath and just answered me the first time.

Six bows his head slightly.

SIX: Of course. However, I regret that I must answer your question with another question.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Ask it, then, I have shit to do and Zeke’s ass to kick.

SIX: Do you like music?

MIKEY MASSACRE: What the hell kind of question is that?

SIX: One that is asked under the impression that an answer will be given.

MIKEY MASSACRE: (hesitant) Yeah. Sure.

SIX: You see, I’m a musician, of sorts, and I’m on my way to give a very special performance.

MIKEY MASSACRE: (looking the masked man over) What the hell kind of musician are you?

SIX: Percussion instruments are my specialty, but tonight I intend to call upon the entire orchestra for this event. Ergo, I would be delighted if you would
be present for it.

MIKEY MASSACRE: You know what, I have a lot of shit to do today, and honestly, I really don’t want to. I just can’t seem to find my way around that.

SIX: I promise it will be unlike anything you have ever seen, afterward you can go about your life as if nothing was wrong.

MIKEY MASSACRE: (hesitant) Fine.

SIX: Before your contest tonight, simply wait for me to arrive. You will not have to wait long.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Fine.

SIX: Fare well.

Mikey turns around and leaves. Six stands there as the scene goes black.

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“Tu Veneno” by Natalia Oreiro salsas its way through the subwoofers and from the back, wearing her mask, is non other than La Reina de los Mariposas. The
men cheer the sexy lady, but she is only focused on the match at hand.

JENNY JERSEY: From Parts…

Jenny Jersey is interrupted in her announcing duty as Lyndsey Valentine slams her NAPW Women’s title into the back of her skull sending her down to the
concrete walkway. La Reina is caught off guard as Lyndsey whips her into the metal railing on the right side of the aisleway.

DING DING

The bell rings signifying the beginning of the match.

ROB MARTINEZ: Lyndsey Valentine wasting no time here in this match.

COREY TAYLOR: With a sneaky attack from behind.

Lyndsey slams a forearm into La Reina’s throat before snap suplexing her onto the concrete floor. Lyndsey is a fury of emmotion here since she finally has
a match; she drops her Women’s title on the concrete before pulling La Reina up to her feet. La Reina shoves forward with a shoulder tackle and Lyndsey
is sent back first into the railing hard. La Reina with a right hand, forearm, and elbow combination that sends Lyndsey’s head rocking to her right side.
Lyndsey seems to have been caught squarely in the temple as her eyes have momentarily glazed over from the quickness and brutality of the blows.La Reina
grabs Lyndsey in a face claw before slamming her the back of her head into the railing once, twice, and a third and extremely brutal time. La Reina slaps
the left side of Lyndsey’s face before pulling her, by the hair, towards the ring. A bulldog sends Lyndsey’s face hard into the thin matting but La Reina
is not done yet as she pulls Lyndsey back up. Irish whip into the railing, Lyndsey reverses it and La Reina is sent into the railing front first. La Reina
holds at her midsection before Lyndsey leaps from the ring steps bulldogging La Reina so that her throat comes down across the railing which folds under
their weight.

ROB MARTINEZ: This is the closes the action has been to the ring since the bell rung.

COREY TAYLOR: These two women are beating the hell out of each other.

Lyndsey with a right hand, in the crowd, which rocks La Reina’s head backwards on her neck. The crowd has moved back to give the ladies room to fight and
fight they are doing. Lyndsey picks up a discarded beer bottle busting it over La Reina’s forehead which actually splits her mask a little and blood quickly
begins to seep through the material there. It is La Reina’s turn for her eyes to appear glazed, and that is definitely what they appear to have done. Lyndsey
takes the remaining bottle and finishes breaking it on the top of La Reina’s head, the neck of the bottle shatters into a dozen unusable pieces and Lyndsey
is breathing heavily from the exercion of her violence. Lyndsey pulls La Reina up to her feet powerslamming her on the folded section of metal guardrailing
before turning to the crowd and giving a Rebel Pro yell. The fans start a “Rebel Pro” chant and Lyndsey picks up a steel chair that a fan has discarded
to make sure they are safe. Lyndsey brings it down on top of La Reina with a “THWACK!” once, twice, and NO! La Reina moves and the steel chair slams into
the railing, which jars Lyndsey’s hands and arms. Valentine drops the chair and shakes her arms and hands trying to get feeling back in them. La Reina
with a kick out that connects with Lyndsey’s kneecap and she folds faster than a hundred dollar bill in a crooked cops pocket. Lyndsey yelps in surprise
and La Reina is on the offensive now with a right hand and forearm that sends Lyndsey toppling over on her side.

ROB MARTINEZ: La Reina not holding anything back here.

COREY TAYLOR: This match has still not been in the ring, but these two women are fighting as if the Rebel Pro World Title is at stake.

La Reina jumps into the air bringing her leg down across the back of Lyndsey’s head, driving her face into the railing. Lyndsey grunts in pain as La Reina
picks up a handfull of the broken beer bottle and rakes it across Lyndsey’s beautiful face, leaving canyons in her skin and the blood begins to flow down
her face. La Reina laughs with merriment as she does this again then wipes Lyndsey’s blood on her body in a sexual movement. She gets up to her feet and
pulls Lyndsey with her then slams her face into the ring’s apron with a sickening crunching sound. As she pulls Lyndsey’s face back up, it is noticed that
blood is literally pouring from Lyndsey’s nose as it is obviously broken from the impact with it and the ring apron. La Reina grabs the broken nose and
twists it left and right causing Lyndsey to scream out in pain and unenjoyment. La Reina with a right hand into the nose sends Lyndsey’s head backwards.
La Reina grabs Lyndsey’s broken nose using it to pull her into a bulldog sending her down to the thin matting at ringside which is rapidly being covered
in blood.

ROB MARTINEZ: This is sickening, someone stop it.

COREY TAYLOR: La Reina causing a ton of damage to Lyndsey’s nose. I wonder what Matthew will say about this?

La Reina rolls Lyndsey into the ring and this match has finally gotten inside of the squared circle. She pulls the bloody and paling Lyndsey up slamming
her down with a scooping body slam. La Reina climbs up to the top turnbuckle as the mat around Lyndsey begins to slowly darken with her blood. La Reina
leaps, but Lyndsey with a Mafia kick that she learned from Matthew Kurtis rocks La Reina’s head backwards. Lyndsey falls on La Reina and makes the cover.
One… Two… Three.

Jimmy Johnson pulls Lyndsey’s hand up to a vertical position before motioning for medical personel to come down to the ring. Lyndsey pulls her hand back
and Jimmy Johnson helps her up to her feet.

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match… Lyndsey Valentine!

ROB MARTINEZ: Lyndsey with a Mafia kick out of nowhere!

COREY TAYLOR: This match could have went either way, both women have bled and it wasn’t even that…

ROB MARTINEZ: Stop it.

Lyndsey leans on the ropes, blood pouring from her nose, but she manages to climb out of the ring and down the steps. She stumbles a bit, but makes her
way to the back with blood soaking into her wrestling outfit.

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Mikey Massacre stands in the middle of the ring, apparently waiting for the arrival of the “Six” guy who appeared before. Lo and behold, from the crowd,
comes the masked man himself, carrying a microphone in one hand and a white music stand in the other. He hands Mikey Massacre the microphone and sets up
the music stand in the middle of the ring, facing himself, away from the entrance way. Six doesn’t need a microphone; he’s got one clipped to his collar.
SIX: A more perfect stage could not be asked for…

Mikey rolls his eyes.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Where’s the orchestra, Jack? I don’t see any instruments, no musicians, nothing.

SIX: (taking a small, retractable baton out of his pocket) Your powers of observation continue to serve you well.

His arms go up like a conductor, preparing to cue up the non-existent band.

SIX: But wait! It is to Madam Justice that I dedicate this concerto, in honor of the holiday that she seems to have taken from these parts, and in recognition
of the impostor that stands in her stead.

Six taps the microphone stand six times. One, two, three, four, five, six. The crowd hushes in anticipation. Mikey just looks bored.

SIX: First… the overture…

He begins to conduct very slowly, but no sound can be heard. Mikey laughs, undoubtedy doubtful of Six’s mental condition.

SIX: Yes… the strings. Listen carefully, can you hear it?

Mikey shakes his head, evidently in disbelief that he actually waited for this.

SIX: Now the brass…

The PA volume goes up slowly, and we can hear the powerful introductory brass tune of Tchaikovski’s 1812 “Overture”.

MIKEY MASSACRE: (heavily sarcastic) That’s a really neat trick, Six. Anyone can play music from a (BLEEP) PA.

SIX: Wait! Hear comes the crescendo!

The music starts to elevate in volume and intensity. Mikey is watching the curtain.

WHAM. Just as the music cues up, Six has already dropped the baton and whacks Mikey in the back of the head with the music stand while he’s not looking.
Mikey goes down, holding his head as the music continues. Mikey goes to get back up, but Six whacks him in the back of the head with the music stand not
once, but twice. Mikey is down, but he’s pissed, trying to get up, holding the back of his head. Six tosses the almost unrecognizable music stand out of
the ring and rolls Mikey over, mounting his chest on one knee. He grabs Mikey by the hair, and the crowd counts along with his punches.

ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX!

Mikey is split open in the forehead. Those gloves must not only hide knuckles. Six removes one of his gloves, dips his fingers into Mikey’s bloody face,
and wipes them down the front of his mask, leaving four lines of Mikey’s own blood on his face, all the while still pinning Mikey down. Six stands, vaults
himself over the top rope, and leaves through the crowd the same way he came, as quickly as possible. Mikey is too busy wiping the blood from his eyes
to know which way he went, nor give chase. He leaves the ring toward the back, in anger, as the music continues to play on; after all he has a match to
prepare for.

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“Everyone I Went to High School With Is Dead” by Mr. Bungle marches its way through the speakers here in the Exchange Club Fairground and these two brothers
walk out to a chorus of boos and march stalidly down to the ring.

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

They get absolutely no love as they walk up the ring steps and into the ring.

COREY TAYLOR: My pick for the next tag team cahmps right there.

ROB MARTINEZ: You say that about everyone.

COREY TAYLOR: It increases my winning percentage.

“The Champion in Me” flies through the speakers as from the back runs the two newbies to Rebel Pro wrestling, Chris Samsonite and Justin Thyme. They glad
hand fans along their way to the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: At a total combined weight of four hundred and forty-six pounds, Justin Thyme and Christopher Samsonite…. NIGHT THYME!”

The crowd pops big for the newbies because they actually seem to care about the fans. The two friends look at each other, the Jonas Brothers, and somersault
over the top rope into the ring.

Chris with a right hand starts this match off right by nailing Tommy in the chin.

DING DING

COREY TAYLOR: Did you see the way those p*bleep*ies got into the ring?

ROB MARTINEZ: No, I didn’t know your mother wrestled.

Justin with a front toe kick to Jim Jonas, but Jim ducks under the attempt. He grabs the ankle and twists the leg at a severe angle; Justin screams out
in pain and surprise. Tommy catches Chris with an armbar sending him down to the mat hard. Double vertical suplexes send the Rebel newbies down to the
mat with a force that makes the ring shake. Jim and Tommy waste no time in going outside of the ring to retrieve a steel chair and another steel chair.
Double chair shot sends the rising Chris Samsonite over the top rope to the outside. Justin gets shakily up to his feet, but a double chair shot sends
him down to the canvas. Jim picks Justin up Irish whipping him into the ropes, as he returns, he sends him down to the waiting steel chair uppercut from
Tommy and Justin’s head is rocked back violently. Justin is bleeding from the chin and appears to be unconscious from the blow.

COREY TAYLOR: Jim and Tommy dominating here in this match.

ROB MARTINEZ: That… cannot be denied.

Jim goes under the bottom rope pulling a table into the ring and setting it up. Chris gets back up on the apron but a steel chair sends him crashing backwards
into the railing, bleeding from his forehead. Jim lays a steel chair on the table and hooks Chris up in a belly to back suplex positinposition. Tommy hooks
the steel chair onto his foot and rears back. He nails a vicious looking steel chair assisted superkick to Chris Samsonite, but Tommy belly to back suplexes
him on through the steel chair and table as they hit their finisher bridging for a pin.

COREY TAYLOR: All academic from here.

One… Two… Three.

DING! DING! DING!

JENNY JERSEY: Here are your winners… Jim and Tommy… the Jonas Brothers!

ROB MARTINEZ: I am shocked.

COREY TAYLOR: Don’t act like you didn’t know you were actually a woman.

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The familiar strumming banjo of Lester Flatt and Earl Scruggs picks its way through the speakers at the Exchange Club Fairground and the crowd explodes
with cheers for one of their favorite wrestlers. From the back walks the tall Cuzin’ Zeke to a big time pop.

JENNY JERSEY: From Turkey Cross Kentucky, he stands at six feet six inches and weighs in at two hundred and sixty-six pounds…. CUZIN’ ZEKE!

Zeke walks down the aisle making sure to slap the hands of the fans before he walks up the ring steps and climbs into the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: Zeke looks determined to win this match and get another shot at the Rebel Pro Heavyweight Title.

COREY TAYLOR: Zeke…. just looks stupid.

“Heavy Metal Machine” blasts its way through the speakers and from the back, to a chorus of boos, slinks Mikey Massacre. Mikey holds up the #1 Contender’s
Cup for all of the crowd to see before flicking both them and Zeke off in the ring. His attack from earlier is evident by a blood stain on his skin and
a scabbed over spot on his forehead.

JENNY JERSEY: He hails from Albuquerque, New Mexico he stands at six feet even and weighs in at two hundred and thirty-five pounds. He is the #1 Contender
Cup holder…. MIKEY MASSACRE!

Mikey goes to slap the one fan’s hand that is outstretched before putting a bird right into his face and laughing as he walks up the ring steps and into
the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: Did you see what Mikey just did to that fan?

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah, you admire him too then?

DING DING

Referee Alan Stone stands between Cuzin’ Zeke and Mikey Massacre inside the ring. He asks for a fair fight, but this is Rebel Pro and there is no fair and
clean matches, not usually anyways. Mikey goes for a lock up with Zeke, but ducks under delivering a standing dropkick that sends Zeke towards the corner.
Mikey quickly follows with a clothesline that sends Zeke down to the canvas before he can hit the corner. Mikey quickly climbs to the top turnbuckle as
Zeke is beginning to get back up to his feet. Mikey leaps with a double foot stomp.

ROB MARTINEZ: Mikey going for Zeke’s finisher.

COREY TAYLOR: As it did last week, it adds insult to injury.

Zeke rolls out of the way and Mikey mudpuddles the canvas, his knees bend in pain. Zeke delivers a high knee into Mikey’s face sending him back vertical.
Zeke with a right hand and Mikey is sent into the corner from the power of the blow. Zeke leans over Mikey delivering a right fist into Mikey’s temple,
but NO! Mikey with a thumb to Zeke’s eyes halts the man challenging for the #1 Contender’s Cup and a shot at any title that he wants. Zeke holds at his
streaming right eye and Mikey springs from the middle rope with an elevated bulldog; Zeke goes down hard, his eye still pouring water. Mikey smiles at
his talent before he flicks off the fans at ringside, change that, all of the fans. Mikey runs up a corner, holds out a double bird and climbs down. Zeke
wraps his arms around Mikey’s chest then into a full nelson, Mikey’s eyes go wide from surprise then he is slammed down face first on to the canvas. Mikey
bounces like a ball into the fetal position as Zeke continues to wipe at his eyes. Zeke goes for an elbow drop, but Mikey quickly rolls out of the way
and to the ring apron, Zeke lands hard on his elbow.

ROB MARTINEZ: Back and forth action for the #1 Contender’s Cup.

COREY TAYLOR: Zeke with obvious cheating moves.

ROB MARTINEZ: Where and when?

COREY TAYLOR: Loaded elbow pad.

ROB MARTINEZ: First of all, there are no disqualifications in Rebel Pro and Zeke isn’t even wearing elbow pads.

COREY TAYLOR: Sure, take up for Zeke.

Mikey jumps to the ringside mat before tearing up the thin padding to reveal concrete below. He continues tearing up the mat along that entire side of the
ring before throwing a fan out of a chair. Mikey folds up the steel chair, but Zeke is there, Mikey slams the chair into Zeke’s midsection before bringing
it down on his back. Zeke falls on his knees, Mikey uses the chair to deliver an uppercut that sends Zeke down on his back. Mikey places the steel chair
on Zeke’s face before climbing up on the apron then to the top turnbuckle. Mikey dives with another Mudpuddle, but Zeke holds the chair, backrest up in
the air, and Mikey slams himself down on the chair, crotch first. Mikey turns green as he cups himself and falls over on his side and puking up what he
had eaten for a light supper. Mikey is bent over in a kneeling position as Zeke delivers a leg drop that sends Mikey face first into his own puddle of
puke. Mikey’s face is covered in the hamburger looking substance as Zeke pounds his face into the spreading puddle. Zeke pulls Mikey up to a vertical position
whipping him into the guardrailing at ringside. Mikey doesn’t really feel his chest slam into the metal as he is still concerned with his throbbing manhood.
COREY TAYLOR: Come on Stone, pause the match; Mikey’s hurt.

ROB MARTINEZ: There are no pauses in wrestling. Besides why should he?

COREY TAYLOR: Because it is obvious that Mikey is a sick man.

Zeke picks Mikey up in a gorilla press slam before dropping him throat first onto the railing, Mikey clutches at his throat and manhood both are on fire
now. Zeke rolls Mikey back into the ring before pulling him back up to a vertical base. Zeke stomps away on the head of Mikey before climbing to the top
turnbuckle to finish him off with a Mudpuddle. Zeke leaps, but Mikey moves! Zeke lands on his feet, but is struggling to keep his balance, he knows how
to miss the move and not injure himself, unlike Mikey who doesn’t use the move as a finisher. Mikey rolls over to his knees, shooting up to his feet. He
lunges at Zeke, spearing him back through the ropes and to the outside. Zeke’s back lands hard on the concrete at ringside but Mikey manages to catch himself
with one arm on the rope preventing his own plunge to the outside concrete. Mikey does a weird variation of skinning the cat before climbing through the
ropes to the ring apron. He dives with a Mick Foley type running elbow drop to Zeke’s face on the concrete. Mikey pulls Zeke up delivering stiff forearm
shots to Zeke’s forehead that backs him up against the ringside announce table. Zeke begins to lay right hands into Mikey’s face before turning Mikey around
so that his back is up against the table. Mikey’s hand goes behind him and Corey Taylor hands Mikey a pair of thumbtacked brass knuckles.

ROB MARTINEZ: What are you doing?

COREY TAYLOR: Huh? I”m announcing.

ROB MARTINEZ: I saw you hand Mikey something.

COREY TAYLOR: I simply handed him that woman’s phone number, she asked me to.

Zeke comes in for a clothesline that will land Mikey on the table, but Mikey slams the brass knuckles into Zeke’s fleshy cheek.

ROB MARTINEZ: I knew it! You gave Mikey those knuckles.

COREY TAYLOR: You can prove nothing. Shut up and call the match.

Mikey with another shot to Zeke’s cheek and the challenger is bleeding heavily from the puncture wounds. Mikey follows up with a third shot, but this time
to Zeke’s nose and a crunching is heard as Zeke’s nose is once again broken in a match. Zeke is stumbling backwards and Mikey springs up to the apron sending
Zeke down to the thin matting with a tornado DDT on the side of the ring with the mat remaining. Mikey mounts Zeke’s chest slamming his fist repeatedly
into Zeke’s face driving the thumbtacks in deeper and deeper. Zeke moans in pain but manages to roll Mikey over. Mikey returns the favor by rolling Zeke
back over and planting a knee into Zeke’s groin. Mikey delivers the weaponed fist into Zeke’s groin and the man from Turkey Cross goes a deathly pale white
in pain. Mikey laughs at what his weapon is doing to Zeke and he is enjoying the boos of the fans. Mikey walks over to a particular fan who is holding
a “I don’t likey Mikey” poster. Mikey holds the poster for a second before ripping it to shreds, he holds the knuckles up to the fans.

MIKEY: See the blood of your fallen hero? Do you see it?!

The fan is looking a bit scared at the look in Mikey’s eyes. Zeke with his lucky horseshoe, slams it down into Mikey’s cranium and the #1 Contender’s Cup
holder falls down to the padding. Zeke high fives the fan before allowing him to shove the poster shreds into Mikey’s mouth. Mikey is gasping to breathe
through the mouthful of poster shreds as Zeke whips him into the ringpost. The fans are cheering for Zeke now as he uses Mikey’s own brass knuckled hand,
to hit Mikey in the face with it. Zeke with an atomic drop sends Mikey head first into the ringpost again, busting his forehead open upon impact. Mikey
spins around into a running fist smash from Zeke that sends him back up against the ring. Zeke with a right hand, another, a left, another right hand,
Zeke is on fire and the crowd is loving it! Mikey can’t fend off the onslaught of offense that Zeke has gotten. Mikey goes for a thumb to the eyes, but
Zeke ducks his head slamming it into Mikey’s chest catching him offguard. Mikey holds at his chest before Zeke spins with a spinning forearm smash sending
Mikey spinning away from him and clutching to the ring apron for support. Mikey is trying to keep from falling by holding onto the ring apron. Zeke climbs
to the ring apron and runs.

COREY TAYLOR: Underhanded tactics by Zeke has gotten him the advantage.

ROB MARTINEZ: If anyone has used underhanded tactics it is you and Mikey Massacre.

COREY TAYLOR: You keep it up and I will sue you for defamation of character.

ROB MARTINEZ: You keep it up and I’ll have your job.

COREY TAYLOR: Why would you do that? You are already an announcer.

Zeke hooks Mikey’s head as he nearly hits the floor from his dive and slams Mikey’s bleeding forehead into the ringsteps. The steps go flying to land at
the protective guardrail, but Mikey just lays there, bleeding even more heavily than before, thanks to Zeke. Zeke pulls Mikey up to a vertical base, bringing
him back down with a brainbuster onto the brassknuckles that have just fallen off Mikey’s hand. Mikey screams out in pain as the thumbtacks are driven
into his skull, but Zeke is relentless as he pulls Mikey up and rolls him into the ring; the knuckles still stuck in Mikey’s skull. Zeke rolls into the
ring as the crowd begins a “Zeke’s the man!” chant. He pulls the nearly lifeless Mikey up to a vertical position and boots him in the midsection. Mikey
delivers a right hand to Zeke’s ribs trying to fight back. Zeke slams Mikey’s head in between his legs for a piledriver. Mikey begins to fight back delivering
stiff right hands into the ribs of Zeke. Cuzin’ Zeke delivers a massive blow to Mikey’s ribs, stopping his efforts of a reversal. Zeke picks him up, driving
the thumbtacked brass knuckles even further into Mikey’s skull with an old school piledriver. Zeke turns Mikey over and climbs to the top turnbuckle. He
looks down at Mikey, who appears to barely be breathing. Zeke jumps.

ROB MARTINEZ: Mudpuddle!

Referee Alan Stone gets in position as Zeke hooks the leg.

One… Two… Three.

DING! DING! DING!

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match and… NEEEEEEW Rebel Pro #1 Contender…. Cuzin’ Zeke!

ROB MARTINEZ:Zeke has done it! When will he cash in the cup?

COREY TAYLOR: Damn it!

Referee Alan Stone hands the cup to Cuzin’ Zeke, who just stares at it in shock and awe. Mikey gets up behind Cuzin’ Zeke delivering a dropkick that sends
Zeke face first into the corner, the cup hits the turnbuckle and his face hits the cup. Mikey begins to scream as he pulls at his hair in frustration.
Mikey: This wasn’t supposed to happen this way. It wasn’t supposed to happen this way!

The fans laugh at Mikey, who still has the brass knuckles in the top of his head. Mikey thinks hhey are laughing at him and he responds to them by shooting
a double bird before climbing out of the ring and stalking to the back. After a moment, Zeke gets up, face bloodied from the match and with the bloody
cup in his hand and walks to the back, the new #1 Contender.

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“Shipping Up to Boston” hits the speakers and from the curtained off area walks, Sean Robinson. The crowd goes wild, they love both men here in this match.
There are Sean Robinson posters in the crowd as well as Sean Robinson t-shirts on display. Sean walks down to the ring calmly exchanging high fives with
several of the fans.

JENNY JERSEY: He stands at six feet four inches and weighs in at two hundred and forty-seven pounds, he is the former Rebel Pro Carolinas Champion… he
is SEAN ROBINSON!

ROB MARTINEZ: This should be a heck of a match between Sean Robinson and Rex Caliber. Both fan favorites and both seem to be at the top of their game right
now.

COREY TAYLOR: Top of their game, what are you talking about if memory serves me correctly Sean Robinson lost the Carolina championship last week to of all
people, ‘The Show’.

ROB MARTINEZ: You are right he lost it in a hard fought match to ‘The Show’ and that is nothing to be ashamed of.

COREY TAYLOR: I guess that’s a matter of opinion but the facts are Robinson hasn’t been at the top of his game since the Extreme Elite rejected him and
he decided that he gives a shit about these pathetic fans after all.

“Even More Human Then Human” hit’s the speakers as the ‘Nexus One’ Rex Caliber begins to make his way to the ring the fans go crazy. Caliber may just be
the most popular man in Rebel with his tag team partner, ‘The Show’ possibly being the only acception. Rex exchanges high fives with several of the fans
slowly walking to the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent a member of ‘The Rebel Icons’ and co-holder of the world tag team championship, He stands six feet two inches and weighs
in at two hundred and forty-five pounds, he is the former Rebel world champion… he is ‘THE NEXUS ONE‘ REX CALIBER!

COREY TAYLOR: Everytime I see this man in action, I started humming Brue Springsteen’s “Glory Days” to myself. Honestly doesn’t he realize that his best
days are behind him. He is just taking up a roster spot that we could give to some promising young talent.

ROB MARTINEZ: Need I remind you that Rex has yet to be beat since his return.

COREY TAYLOR: You can be like the idiots in the crowd and wave the Rex Caliber banner all you want. I am just letting you know that Caliber has been going
downhill since his ‘Crime’ days.

ROB MARTINEZ: Believe that if you will but to me ‘The Nexus One’ looks focused and ready. I think you may need to take some stock in ‘The Rebel Icon’ slogan,
‘Envy our past, Fear our future!”

The action is on the way as both men are trying to feel each other out. Walking around the ring looking for the advantage. Caliber goes tired of the song
and dance and charges into Robinson forcing a tie up. Both men fight for position with Sexy Rexy finally getting the advantage with a knee to the stomach.
Caliber attempts to capitalize with a belly-to-belly suplex but it is blocked and reversed by Robinson. Robinson with a Thesz press giving him the momentum
at the moment. Robinson goes back to his bread and butter and starts delivering punches to the body of ‘Inmate # 24736569’. Sean is looking to get back
in the win colum with a big victory tonight. Rex is starting to answer back with punches of his own as this is once agains a dead even match and the fan
are loving it. Robinson regains control with kick to the head of Sexy Rexy. Robinson then executes a triple German suplex as he seems to have things going
his way. Robinson goes with a leg sweep as he begins to work on the legs of Caliber.

ROB MARTINEZ: This match has been none stop since the bell rung. I honestly believe this match is going to come down to who makes the first mistake.

COREY TAYLOR: Or if we are lucky maybe Bubba J will come on down here and beat them both down and spare us the agony of watching this match.

ROB MARTINEZ: Only you would think something like that, but you do bring a good point up. Is Rex one hundred percent focused on Sean Robinson or his he
thinking about Bubba J?

Robinson locks in a figure four as Caliber works to reverse it. The more Caliber fights it the stronger Robinson seems to lock in it. Holy Ric Flair! Robinson
has it locked in but Caliber wouldn’t tap! He is trying to use his upper body strength to drag himself to the ropes but can he make it? The referee raises
Caliber’s hand but he doesn’t drop to the mat. Somehow Rex finally gets to the ropes and the referee calls for the break. The question is has the damage
already been done as both men are back on their feet. Caliber is favoring his legs as Robinson goes for a german suplex that is reversed by Sexy Rexy into
a suplex of his own. Caliber’s legs give out under him due to the effects of the figure four and both men are exchanging punches as they try to get back
to their feet. We hear chants for both men but the ones for Caliber are muffling out the ones for Robinson as both men are now back to their feet continuing
to exchange punches. Caliber gets a slight advantage and slingshots Robinson off the ropes into a high cradle suplex.

ROB MARTINEZ: Both men are laying it on the line in this match and the fans are loving it!

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah the idiot fans would cheer for this two. Anyway I just want this match to end.

Caliber stays on the attack with a release german suplex and seems to be going for the Nexus Cloverleaf but Robinson delivers a kick to the legs of Caliber
to regains some momentum. Robinson attempts to lock in a figure four again but Caliber wouldn’t have any of it as he reverses it and locks in his own figure
four before Robinson is about to break it. Both men back on their feet and looking a little tired from this back and forth match up. Caliber executes a
running STO that gives him back the momentum. Caliber capitalizes with a tiger suplex before locking in the ‘Rings of Rex’ in the middle of the ring. Robinson
has nowhere to go but he is fighting it. The referee comes to check on Robinson but he ain’t giving up yet. Eventually the pain is too much and Robinson
is forced to tap. The crowd lets both men know they appreciate the match.

JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner… “The Nexus One” Rex Caliber!!!

Rex Caliber and the fans notice Bubba J on the entrance ramps. Bubba J simply applaudes Caliber’s victory before shooting him the double bird and walking
back to the locker room. Caliber stands in the ring telling Bubba J to come on down, but Bubba J just pulls down his pants mooning the Nexus One.

ROB MARTINEZ: How disgusting!

COREY TAYLOR: That was hilarious. I can’t wait to see these two go at it, when will the idiotic owner sign the match?

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

“All Black” by Plies hits the speakers and the crowd let loose with the hate!

JENNY JERSEY: Coming to the ring first, accompanied by Trix, he hails from Paterson, NJ and weighs in at 285 pounds….”Young Money” Mack!!!

Mack & Trix make their way to the ring ingoring the boos and catcalls along the way. Mack is looking supremely confident tonight.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent, accompanied by Jonathon Kurtis, he is one half of the REBEL World Tag Team Champions and the current REBEL Carolinas Champion,
he hails from Durham, NC by way of Paducah, Kentucky and weighs in at 230 pounds….”The Show” Chad Kurtis!!!

“THEY SAY I’M COCKY!!!”

Kid Rocks blasts from the speakers and the crowd goes crazy! From behind the curtain steps the Kurtis brothers and the roar of the crowd threatens to drown
out the speakers!

COREY TAYLOR: What? Why does Chad need his brother out here? Is he scared Martinez?

ROB MARTINEZ: I think he’s just evening the odds Corey! Chad Kurtis and his brother make their way down to ringside, Chad has the REBEL Tag belt slung over
his left shoulder while the REBEL Carolinas belt is draped over his right. The camera zooms in on his attire, he’s wearing a custom made South Carolinas
Stingrays hockey jersey!

COREY TAYLOR: Ugh, look at that jersey! What a suck up.

Chad gets to ringside and hands his title belts over to his brother before rolling into the ring. Referee Dale McDonald brings both men to the center of
the ring and reminds them the importance of this championship match before calling for the bell!!

COREY TAYLOR: I’m callin’ it now! We’ll have a NEW champion by the time this match is over!

ROB MARTINEZ: We’ll see. If I know Chad Kurtis though, Mack will have to kill him to win the title.

COREY TAYLOR: Hey all’s fair in wrestling! We’ve already seen one upset tonight with Zeke cheating his way past the hurt Mikey Massacre.

Chad and Mack lock up in the center of the ring and Mack uses his strength and height advantage to shove Kurtis back like a gnat. Mack smirks and flexes
as Chad simply smiles in return. Again they lock up and once more Kurtis finds himself shoved away like a school girl. Mack waves Kurtis in wanting to
lock up yet again and Chad lunges in. Collar and elbow tie up, Chad slips a side headlock onto Mack and “Young Money” quickly shoves Kurtis off into the
ropes and drops him to the mat with a shoulderblock! Mack laughs and celebrates like he’s already won the title as Kurtis quickly pulls himself off the
mat. Mack leans in close and yells “You ain’t shit!” Slap across the face from Kurtis! Mack is momentarily shocked and it gives Kurtis all the time he
needs to land a chop across the chest of “Young Money!” The crowd let loose with a Ric Flair “Woooooooooo!” as Kurtis hits a second and then a third chop
across the chest of his challenger! A rake to the face from Mack stops Chad and “Young Money” whips the REBEL Carolinas Champion into the ropes. Chad ducks
a clothesline attempt and nails a beautiful standing dropkick the second Mack turns to face him!

ROB MARTINEZ: Kurtis has to stay away from the bigger and stronger Mack if he wants to survive!

COREY TAYLOR: You think?

Mack is leaning against the ropes dazed and Chad hits him with a running cross body that takes both men over the top rope! Mack hits the floor but Kurtis
hangs onto the top rope and skins the cat back into the ring! The fans (especially the females in the crowd) are going crazy as Kurtis pumps his fists
in the air. On the outside, Mack is getting to his feet and Kurtis charges in his direction. At the last second Mack side steps a baseball slide and pulls
a surprised Chad Kurtis out of the ring. Using momentum, Mack slams Chad back first into the guardrail! One clothesline later and Kurtis is now in the
front row of the crowd! Mack takes a moment to catch his breath before reaching over the guardrail and grabbing the champion by the hair. Mack drags Kurtis
back onto his side on the guardrail and scoops him up only so that he can slam him down onto the unforgiving concrete!

ROB MARTINEZ: He could have broken some ribs doing that!

COREY TAYLOR: One can only hope.

Mack, looking pleased with himself, drags Kurtis back to his feet but finds his hands knocked away. Chad unleashes with a flurry of punches and chops that
leaves the challenger covering up. One knee to the gut of Kurtis and Mack stops the comeback of Kurtis dead in it’s tracks. Mack rolls Kurtis back into
the ring and climbs in after the champion. As Mack is crawling into the ring he takes a low dropkick to the head from Kurtis who refuses to stay down!
Chad pulls Mack up to his feet and shoots him into the far corner. It’s reversed by Mack but Kurtis instantly goes for his “Bluegrass Breeze” only to have
Mack side step it at the last second! Kurtis hits the mat hard and Mack is quickly on him as the referee slides into position!

One!

Two!

Kurtis kicks out!

COREY TAYLOR: Come on! That was three!

Mack pulls Kurtis off the mat and whips him into the ropes. Kurtis ducks under the big boot of Mack and chop blocks the bigger man dropping him to the mat!
Standing shooting star press from Kurtis! Chad is building up steam as he rolls out to the ring apron and quickly hits a springboard top rope leg drop
onto the prone Mack! This time it’s Kurtis who goes in for the pin!

One!

Two!

Mack powers out and the crowd groan with their disapproval.

COREY TAYLOR: Ha! What did I say! Mack won’t be denied tonight!

ROB MARTINEZ: This match isn’t done yet!

Chad watches as Mack uses the ring ropes to pull himself back to his feet. A dropkick from “The Show” puts Mack with his back against the corner. Chad backs
up several feet and goes for a stinger splash only to be caught by Mack and slammed down hard onto the mat! Immediately Chad is on all fours trying to
get up and Mack is more than happy to oblige him. Chad is yanked to his feet and gets hoisted onto the shoulder of Mack. Running powerslam from the challenger!
Quickly Mack is back up and dragging Chad up as well. Mack locks in a full nelson, takes Chad up for a slam but instead drops “The Show” back first across
his knee! Kurtis is clutching his back in pain as Mack stands over him smiling. Mack pulls Chad up off of the mat so that he can drop him with a vicious
short arm clothesline. Legdrop by the challenger and another pin attempt!

One!

Two!

Kurtis gets a shoulder up!

COREY TAYLOR: What’s with the slow counts! I call shenanigans!

Mack looks frustrated as he once more pulls Kurtis to his feet. A knee to the ribcage doubles over the champion. Mack positions Kurtis for a powerbomb and
the champ tries to fight it. Mack clubs down a pair of forearm shots across the back of Kurtis and then hoists him up for a powerbomb. Chad quickly starts
to pound away at the skull of Mack and reverses the powerbomb into a hurricanrana! The momentum of the move nearly rolls Mack back to his feet but Kurtis
is more than ready. Step up enziguri from Kurtis puts Mack flat on his back! “The Show” signals to the crowd and they go crazy as he goes for the

BEST

MOONSAULT

EVER!!!

Only to find nothing but canvas waiting on him as Mack rolls out of the way at the last possible second!

ROB MARTINEZ: He missed!

COREY TAYLOR: Master of the obvious as usual!

Both men are slow to their feet but Mack lands a big boot to the side of Chads head that staggers him. Mack locks in a gut wrench and turns it into a sit
out powerbomb pin attempt!

One!

Two!

Thr-No!

Chad kicks out and the crowd explodes!

COREY TAYLOR: Oh cooooooooooome on!

Mack is immediately in the face of Dale McDonald arguing about the count but the referee stands by his decision. Mack returns his attention to Kurtis, pulls
him off the mat and whips him into the ropes. Chad springboards off the second rope and hits an inverted DDT onto a shocked Mack! Chad goes for the cover!
One!

Two!

Trix reaches into the ring and pulls Chad off of Mack!

ROB MARTINEZ: Damn that Trix! Chad might have won this match just then!

Jonathon Kurtis rushes over to where Trix is and all Hell officially breaks loose! As the two brawl around ringside a masked man with lead pipe in hand
emerges from under the crowd! The mystery man slides into the ring and just as Chad turns around beans the champ across the skull with the pipe! Chad drops
lifeless to the mat and the crowd roars as Matthew Kurtis rushes out from the back!

ROB MARTINEZ: What the Hell is going on? Who is the masked man? Why did he attack Chad?

COREY TAYLOR: My question is, didn’t Ma Kurtis ever hear of birth control?

The masked man beats a hasty retreat with big Matthew hot on his trail as Trix and Jonathon brawl their way towards the back. Meanwhile Mack drapes an arm
across the chest of Chad!

One!

Two!

Thr-Noooooooo!

Kurtis somehow kicks out and the fans are unglued!

COREY TAYLOR: This referee must have been paid off by Chad to make slow counts!

ROB MARTINEZ: That’s ridiculous!

Mack and Chad slowly crawl to their feet and “Young Money” strikes first with a right hand to the head of “The Show”. A chop across the chest in retaliation
from Kurtis. A headbutt from Mack leaves Kurtis staggering back into the ropes. Mack shoots Kurtis into the far ropes and nearly takes his head off with
a big boot! Mack waits for Chad to pull himself up and then sticks his head through his legs and hoists him up for an electric chair slam! At the last
second Kurtis reverses the move into an inverted hurricanrana! Chad wills himself up to his feet, sees Mack laying prone face down on the mat and heads
to the nearest ringropes. Springboard 450 splash from “The Show!” Chad shoots the half nelson, rolls his man over and goes for the cover!

One!

Two!

Three!

The bell rings and an exhausted Chad rolls off of Mack.

ROB MARTINEZ: He did it! Chad retains the title!

COREY TAYLOR: Only because he had a referee in his back pocket!

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of this match, and STILL REBEL Carolinas Champion…..”The Show” Chad Kurtis!!!!

The referee raises the arm of Kuris and “The Show” rolls out of the ring. Mack slowly sits up and glares at Chad at he makes his exit.

ROB MARTINEZ: I have a feeling this is far from over!

COREY TAYLOR: What a horrible night. Chad retains his title.

ROB MARTINEZ: But the mystery about this masked man deepens. For my partner, I’m Rob Martinez saying…….

COREY TAYLOR: I’m an illegal alien!

ROB MARTINEZ: What?!

RACIN’ AND WRASSLIN’
05/05/2009
Hundreds of people fill the roped off area at the Darlington Speedway parking lot. Off to the side are merchandise kiosks with the new “Witness” t-shirt
from Chad Kurtis that are going for twenty dollars a piece as well as the “Envy our Past, Fear our Future” t-shirts of the Rebel Icons going for twenty
dollars as well. Some fans are touching the ring where the action will take place in only a few short minutes. Rob Martinez is talking to some fans as
well as the always lovely Jenny Jersey who is signing pictures from her dancing days for the male fans.

As we look around we see some Vincent Black Extreme Elite jerseys, but only a few. The crowd is mostly filled with Rebel Icon shirts, Chad Kurtis shirts,
and some Bird of Prey shirts. Jenny climbs into the ring as Dropkick Murphys “I’m A Rebel” queues up in the speakers arranged in strategic locations for
perfect announcing.

“Backed up against the wall
The animal makes his final stand
He spits and growls and shows his teeth
He’s a foreigner in his own land”

The music softens as Jenny brings the mic to her lips.

JENNY JERSEY: Rebel Pro fans!

Big pop.

JENNY JERSEY: Are you ready for the hottest action to hit the Darlington Raceway?!

Another big pop as Jenny asks that question.

JENNY JERSEY: I’d like to introduce to you the commentators for this evening sitting at the table on the left… give it up for Rob Martineeeez!

The crowd gives Rob love and he waves to the cheering crowd.

JENNY JERSEY: And his commentating partner…. Corey… Tayyyylor!

The crowd goes silent, not even crickets chirp. Corey stands up, glowering at the lack of a response.

COREY TAYLOR: What is wrong with these idiots? Do they not recognize greatness when it is among them?

ROB MARTINEZ: Why should they clap for you?

CROWD: Who are you?! Who Are You?!

COREY TAYLOR: I am Corey freaking Taylor!

ROB MARTINEZ: Interesting middle name, is it Irish?

The music is turned back up and the chorus blares.

“When there’s nowhere else to run
You’re a rebel
No more battles to be one
You’re a rebel
Stands out there with his pride
Fights with no one on his side
You’re a rebel”

“When there’s nowhere else to run
You’re a rebel
No more battles to be one
You’re a rebel
Stands out there with his pride
Fights with no one on his side
You’re a rebel”

COREY TAYLOR: You know something Rob?

ROB MARTINEZ: What is that?

COREY TAYLOR: I believe in being honest.

ROB MARTINEZ: Great quality to have.

COREY TAYLOR: I just don’t like you and I was hired to bring class to this announce team.

ROB MARTINEZ: Really? Interesting.

COREY TAYLOR: It wasn’t told to me in so many words, but it is what I gathered from the interview.

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These fans are READY for the show to start. The buzz is that the first match on the card is going to be Rex Caliber versus Matthew Kurtis! Two of the most
popular REBEL superstars one-on-one! The Nexus One. The Bluegrass Badass. The current and former tag team champions.

JENNY JERSEY: The first match of the evening is scheduled for one fall! The anticipation builds. “The Monster’s Loose” by Meatloaf cues up and the fans
cheer, drowning out the noises of the engines from the nearby raceway!

From the curtain, accompanied by Lyndsey Valentine, is…

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, led to the ring by Lyndsey Valentine, from Wickliffe, Kentucky, weighing in at three-hundred and twenty pounds… “THE
BLUEGRASS BADASS” MATTHEW KURTIS!

Kurtis makes his down the make-shift aisle, clearly favoring his injured knee, but doing his best to ignore the pain, his mind clearly focused on the task
at hand. His music fades out as the infamous “More Human Than Human” cues up! MAJOR POP! EAT THAT, NASCAR!

JENNY JERSEY: His opponent, from Charlotte, North Carolina, weighing in at two-hundred and forty-five pounds… “THE NEXUS ONE” REX CALIBER!

Caliber emerges through the make-shift curtain, nodding affirmatively to the wildly cheering fans, but keeping his eyes on his tag team partner’s big brother.
He slaps a few lucky fan’s hands before climbing up the ring steps. The two men meet in the middle and shake hands.

DING DING!

COREY TAYLOR: Both of these two guys are completely full of themself.

ROB MARTINEZ: Do you have anything nice to say?

COREY TAYLOR: That women right there looks pretty hot.

Caliber immediately goes for a single-leg takedown, knowing that Kurtis’ knee is still weak from his assault the week prior. But Kurtis is well-prepared
for the maneuver and brings down an axhandle on the small of Caliber’s back. Again! He hooks Caliber by the waist. Picks him up for the Bluegrass Bomb
already! Trying to finish him off EARLY! But the Nexus One easily slides out of it and down Kurtis’ back! Into a crucifix! It’s not easy to get the big
man over but he manages!

ONE! KICKOUT!

Both men back to their feet. Collar-and-elbow! Kurtis powers through with a side headlock, really cinching it. But Rexy backs him into the ropes, pushes
off. Off of the opposite ropes goes Caliber. Kurtis ducks his head for a back body drop but Rex kicks him in the head for telegraphing it. Rex off of the
ropes. Swinging neckbreaker to the big man! Rex quickly to his feet, holding the leg of Kurtis. Elbow to the inside of the knee, followed into a kneelock!
He wrenches it but is unable to do much damage as Kurtis lands some heavy blows, forcing Caliber to break it up. Both men get up but Caliber, the quicker
of the two, gets to his feet first and dropkicks the back of Kurtis’ knee, sending him back down! Rexy drops an elbow but Kurtis rolls out of the way.
Kurtis gets to his feet. Belly-to-back suplex sends Caliber down to the mat! A cover.

ONE! KICKOUT!

COREY TAYLOR: Really close there… sorry if I sound sarcastic.

ROB MARTINEZ: How would you like to get in the ring with either man?

COREY TAYLOR: Sorry, not a wrestler.

Kurtis grabs Rex by his head and picks him up. Throws his head into the turnbuckle… blocked by Caliber! Elbow to the gut of the Badass! Caliber pushes Kurtis
into the corner. Irish whips him across the ring. Reversed by Kurtis into a short-arm clothesline! Off of the ropes… Hogan-esque leg drop! Cover! ONE!
TWO! KICKOUT! Kurtis trying to put Caliber away early, knowing he has to use his power to try to win it before his knee goes out. He brings Caliber up
to his feet. And puts him in a bearhug! Also a sound strategical move. Caliber definitely has a speed advantage, so if Kurtis can deplete him of some oxygen,
he can slow him down. He has him in the middle of the ring, really squeezing the teeth-gritting Nexus One! Caliber manages to get one arm free and uses
it to punch the big man but Kurtis responds with a headbutt! Another! That stops Caliber from trying to escape from the hold for the moment as he tries
to shake off the effects of the headbutts. But Caliber gets back to fighting! Both arms free now. He uses them to hold Kurtis’ head and deliver a headbutt
of his own. Another! A third! And he’s free! Caliber runs off of the ropes. Clothesline! But Kurtis doesn’t fall. Off of the other ropes… a second clothesline!
Ducked by Kurtis! But Caliber gets behind him. Pauses for a second, gathering his strength… Hoists the big man up… RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX! That took a lot
out of Caliber but he managed to do it! Hook of a leg!

ONE!

TWO!

THR—KICKOUT!

COREY TAYLOR: The big guy Kurtis, manages to kick out just in time.

ROB MARTINEZ: Both of these men testing each other early in this match.

Caliber quickly gets to his feet, flips Kurtis over. Back to his initial plan. Puts his feet on the back of Kurtis’ knees, grabs his arms… DOUBLE KNEE STOMP!
Kurtis writhing around the mat, a great deal of pain surging through both of his knees! Kurtis is using the ropes to pull himself up, committed to defending
more attacks to his knees. But Caliber dropkicks him to the outside! Caliber follows him to the outside. Some stomps to the back of the big man. Picks
him up. But Kurtis fires at him with a knee to the gut! Forearm shot! Another! Irish whip into the guard rail! But the Nexus One jumps up onto the guard
rail and flips backwards and lands behind the charging Kurtis! Kurtis turns around… right into a STO ON THE HARD ASPHALT PARKING LOT! Caliber knows exactly
what to do and that’s get the Badass in the ring as QUICK as possible! He rolls him in, follows him…

COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

NO! NO! KICKOUT!

Caliber is impressed by the big man’s resiliency but wastes no time. He grabs Kurtis’ legs… NEXUS CLOVERLEAF! Given the incredible amount of damage sustained
by Kurtis’ knees, how could he possibly NOT tap out to this maneuver??? He has him in the middle of the ring! The referee is asking Kurtis if he wants
to tap out but he is shaking his head no. In fact, he says no (BLEEP) way! But Caliber really cinches it in, applying tremendous pressure on the big man
who is trying without success to push his chest up so he can break the hold.

COREY TAYLOR: Come on, keep it outside the ring!

ROB MARTINEZ: There can’t be a win outside the ring.

COREY TAYLOR: I know, but can you imagine the damage?

Kurtis’ eyes are now closing. He might be passing out from the pain! The referee raises his hand…

ONCE!

TWICE!

THR—

NO! NO!

Kurtis is waving his arm, signaling to the referee that he is NOT unconscious! He pushes his torso up and pushes back with his legs… HE BREAKS THE HOLD!
Caliber takes a moment to stare at Kurtis, in disbelief at the resiliency of the Bluegrass Badass. But he knows one thing and that is that Matthew Kurtis
isn’t going anywhere! Caliber climbs up the turnbuckle. Diving headbutt to the Bluegrass Badass—NO! NO! The Badass manages to crawl out of the way! Caliber
misses him by a mere INCH or LESS! Kurtis continues his crawl towards the ropes while Rexy holds his head. Kurtis gets to the ropes, now he’s using them
to slowly pull himself up to his feet. He is limping over to Rex as he gets to his feet. Seizes his throat. CHOKE SLAM! CHOKE SLAM! COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

NO! NO! Kickout at the last possible nanosecond! Kurtis is now leaning against the corner, trying to regain some energy while Caliber holds the small of
his back, damn thankful he was able to kick out in the nick of time.

ROB MARTINEZ: Real close there, Matthew showing why he and his brother are contenders for the Tag gold here.

COREY TAYLOR: They already had their shot, but couldn’t get it done.

Kurtis limps towards Caliber and picks him up. Irish whip into the corner! Caliber hits the corner hard. KURTIS RUNS IN WITH A YAKUZA KICK! HOOKS THE LEG!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE—NO!

NO!

KICKOUT!

Kurtis frustrated that he can’t finish off the former World Champion! Now he’s going for the BLUEGRASS BOMB! He hoists him up! But Caliber is fighting with
lefts and rights! Kurtis, with Caliber on his shoulders, is staggering around the ring. BUT HE LANDS IT! HE LANDS IT! BLUEGRASS BOMB!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

NO!

NO!

ROB MARTINEZ: That was close, if only he had hit that in the middle of the ring.

Caliber gets a foot on the ropes! If Kurtis had been able to land that in the middle of the ring, this match would have been OVER! Kurtis shakes his head
in disbelief. He picks up Caliber. He’s bringing him up top! Hooks him for a superplex! NO! REX FIGHTING BACK! RIGHTS AND LEFTS! HEADBUTT! Rex hooks Kurtis’
head… JUMPING DDT! Rex doesn’t waste any time trying to pin the big man. Most men would be easily pinned right there but Caliber knows how resilient the
Badass is! He grabs Kurtis, hoists him up onto the turnbuckle. He is going for the TOTAL ANNIHILATION on a man who weighs nearly FOUR HUNDRED POUNDS! SOMEHOW
HE GETS HIM UP! HOLY SHIT! HE NAILS IT!

ONE!

TWO!

FORGET ABOUT IT!

THREE!

COREY TAYLOR: Damn!

ROB MARTINEZ: What?

COREY TAYLOR: That is one strong dude there.

JENNY JERSEY: And your winner… “THE NEXUS ONE” REX CALIBER!

The fans are cheering madly and applauding both of these men. What a match to start off the night! Before the referee can raise Caliber’s arm, he helps
Kurtis to his feet and shakes his hand. A sign of respect from The Nexus One to the Bluegrass Badass. WHAT A MATCH! Matthew walks to the back giving Rex
the chance to absorb the cheers of the crowd. A man comes from the crowd nailing Rex in the back of the head with a full beer bottle. The bottle shatters
on the back of Rex’s skull sending bottle fragments, beer, and blood flying into the air. Rex stumbles forward, but the man spins him around and kicks
him in the midsection.

COREY TAYLOR: Its Bubba J!

ROB MARTINEZ: He has just Trailer Park Trashed Rex Caliber, his enemy and reason for his subsequent firing!

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Dale and Jim Jonas began brawling from the curtained off area throwing wild right and left hands into each other’s heads. Tommy came from the back wearing
his purple helmet which he uses to headbutt Dale in the back of his head and send him to his knees. Tommy and Jim lift the now bleeding Dale Monroe up
in a double vertical suplex and his back breaks down the guardrailing at ringside. From the back runs Jacob Jenkins, pouring blood from a wound on his
forehead and a double clothesline sends the Jonas brothers down quick.

COREY TAYLOR: A sneak attack! How cowardly can one get?

ROB MARTINEZ: Cowardly? It seems that the Jonas Brothers had already attacked Trailer Park Inc in the back.

Jacob lifts Tommy up in a stalling vertical suplex dropping him on his back on the hard pavement. He spins around right into a chair shot from Jim that
sends Jacob down to the pavement on top of Tommy. Dale has gotten up to his feet swinging the section of railing catching and sweeping Jim’s legs out from
under him. Dale climbs onto the ring apron, railing in hand, and leaps with a cross body splash crashing on top of Jim, Dale throws the railing over to
the side. Dale picks up Jim rolling him into the ring before pushing a steel chair and table into the squared circle.

ROB MARTINEZ: They’re is fixing to be some table action!

COREY TAYLOR: Figure that out all on your own?

Dale sets up the table in the middle of the ring, pulling Jim up to his feet by the ears on his head. Jim with a right hand to Dale’s ribs, a second right
hand breaks the ear lock he is in. Tommy leaps from the top turnbuckle with a tornado DDT that sends Dale’s head crashing through the wooden table splitting
it right down the middle, but somehow it is still held together. Jacob rolls into the ring, under the bottom rope and picks up the steel chair.

DING DING

ROB MARTINEZ: This match is finally underway.

COREY TAYLOR: Glad to see that you don’t miss the obvious.

Jacob swings connecting with the purple wrestling helmet, but it protects the cranium of Tommy from any harm in the match. Tommy charges with a spear sending
Jacob into the ropes, but the helmet doesn’t protect Tommy’s back when Jacob brings the chair down on his back. Jim rushes over and the Jonas Brothers
work together with a double vertical suplex sending Jacob crashing through the table which crashes on the head of Dale Monroe. Jim climbs to the top turnbuckle,
Tommy goes to the opposite corner. Tommy dives driving the helmet into Jacob’s cranium and Jim lands a leg drop into Jacob’s crotch; they hook the leg.
One… Two… Three.

DING! DING! DING!

ROB MARTINEZ: The Jonas Brothers have done it!

COREY TAYLOR: Was there every any doubt?

JENNY JERSEY: Winners of the match… Jim and Tommy… The Jonas Brothers!

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Falls-count-anywhere apparently means Malice and Mack don’t even need to be introduced! Here they come through the make-shift curtain exchanging blows
in front of REBEL’s cheering fans! They’ve been anticipating seeing this FCAW match and REALLY want to see Mack get the ever living shit kicked out of
him. It looks like they might get their wish as Malice has the initial advantage, pounding away at the skull of Mack. He whips him into the guard rail…
no! Mack reverses it and Malice flips over the railing and into the crowd who is being pushed back by security. Mack climbs over. He picks up Malice by
his head and drags him through the crowd. They’re going for the parking lot! Whip right into a Chevy Malibu… reversed by Malice! But Mack jumps up onto
the car.

ROB MARTINEZ: These two have a score to settle here.

COREY TAYLOR: Mack will dominate all of his opposition.

Back elbow off of the car sends Malice to the ground! And he picks up Malice. Bashes head off of the top of the car! Again! Malice with an elbow to Mack’s
gut. And he returns the favor! Twice! THREE TIMES! Mack staggering about, holding his head. Malice hooks a belly-to-back, but Mack elbows out of it. Knee

to the gut. Fist to the face. Another. Another! AND HE THROWS MALICE’S HEAD INTO THE WINDOW OF THE CAR! Malice’s head is now in the car as Mack ponders
what to do next. And here comes a fan. That must be the car’s owner! He is flipping out, saying he is going to sue Mack for breaking his window. But he
should have read the fine print on his ticket before parking there!

ROB MARTINEZ: That fan doesn’t appear to be happy.

COREY TAYLOR: I wouldn’t be either, my car is parked in that row.

MACK HITS THE FAN AND THE FAN FALLS TO THE GROUND! Well… maybe he can sue for that! Malice pulls his head out of the window… and he has a steel chair! Why
was this fan driving around with a steel chair in his back seat? Why?!? He swings it at the distracted Mack who manages to duck it just in time. Kick to
the gut and Malice drops the chair. A scoop and a slam onto the chair on the hard pavement of the parking lot! Vicious stomps to the fallen Malice. Mack
is climbing on top of the car. A REBEL attendant is checking on the fan. What the hell can MACK do from heights? He can… a DOUBLE FOOT STOMP onto the FACE
of MACK! And a cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THR—NO! MALICE KICKS OUT!

Mack gets up, gives the referee a dirty look, but goes back to the business of winning the match. A few more vicious stomps. But Malice is slowly getting
to his feet, ignoring the kicks.

COREY TAYLOR: Mack dominating here, Malice stands no chance.

ROB MARTINEZ: That is what Mack thought in their first encounter.

He gets to one knee but Mack runs back, then forward… BIG BOOT sends Mack back down! Mack opens the car door of the Malibu. He grabs Malice’s head, puts
it in the opening… then SLAMS THE DOOR ON HIS FACE!

AGAIN! He goes for a cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THR—NO!

Mack doesn’t want to pin him just yet! Malice’s blood is now dripping down his face. Mack grabs a piece of glass from the broken window. And runs it across
Malice’s forehead! The blood is now GUSHING! He picks up Malice and is dragging him across the parking lot. Towards… towards the HIGHWAY?!? What the HELL?
There are cars SPEEDING down the road. He’s going to… IRISH WHIP HIM INTO THE ROAD? And poor Malice, there’s so much blood he can’t even see the road!
But somehow Malice REVERSES! Mack is forced into the road but manages to grab a BRANCH from a tree that spares him! Malice throwing rights and lefts at
Mack trying to push him towards the road. Mack with a kick to the gut! Another! Malice staggers back. Mack breaks the branch off of the tree. He brings
it down on Malice… but Malice grabs it! AND HE HITS MACK WITH IT! AGAIN! And the branch CRACKS over his SKULL! What the hell?? There is a masked man running
across the parking lot towards Malice! Malice has no idea until he hears footsteps running towards him! He turns around… and he is SPEARED into the STREET!
The man runs off as a car steps on the brakes! REBEL security runs out into the road, blocking traffic, apologizing to the angry motorists. This isn’t
good for P.R.! Mack wipes some blood off of his forehead and gets to his feet. He sees Malice is also getting up. He grabs Malice’s head. POWER BOMB ON
THE ROAD! Picks him back up… CHOKE BOMB! The LIGHTS OUT! Cover! The cars are honking as the referee makes the count.

ROB MARTINEZ: First time this has ever happened in Rebel Pro history.

COREY TAYLOR: I bet, but falls count anywhere means just that.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Back near the ring, Jenny Jersey pulls the cell phone to her ear to get word of what happened.

JENNY JERSEY: And your winner… “YOUNG MONEY” MACK!

The fans boo, both because Mack won and because they couldn’t see the finish except for the few fans who snuck through the caution tape! They are left wondering…
who was the masked man? Could it be Jer$ey? But why would he wear a mask???

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JENNY JERSEY: The following match is a one fall contest, and is a Special Women’s Match!

The drunken Darlington fans, mostly male, come to their feet, and give a big ovation for that announcement. La Reina de los Mariposas comes out to “Tu Venero”
by Nalalia Oreiro. The lovely Latin beauty comes out wearing a very colorful Butterfly Mask. She doesn’t adore herself to the fans who quickly find out,
that she doesn’t care for their cheers. She quickly gets booed for her anti fan actions, telling them not to get too close.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, from Places Unknown… she weighs in at one hundred thirty five pounds. She is one half of the tag team Corazones y Mariposas…
LA REINA DE LOS MARIPOSAS!

COREY TAYLOR: She is one hot chick.

ROB MARTINEZ: Ever heard of the women’s movement?

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah, put on something sexy and move your ass into the kitchen.

The music changes and so does the fans reaction. Arcturus begins to play, and out comes Lacey Gloria. A good cheer, even though the fans aren’t sure how
this girl is gonna be. She seems all business and power struts to the ring, ready to face to face with La Reina.

JENNY JERSEY: And her opponent, from London England, she weighs in at one hundred and thirty pounds. She is one half of the tag team Dazing Glory… LACEY
GLORIA!

ROB MARTINEZ: Did you hear the reactions of Lyndsey Valentine?

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah and she was pissed off even though she isn’t a wrestler here in Rebel Pro. Must be that time of the month.

The bell sounds at the command of referee Jimmy Johnson, and these two ladies waste little time. They want to get this match going and going strong. A quick
lock up and La Reina uses her height and weight advantage to push down Lacey. La Reina showboats a bit, but Gloria gets up quickly, nailing a drop kick
to the chest of La Reina. Gloria goes for the quick cover, but referee Jimmy Johnson can barely get down for a one count before La Reina kicks out. Both
ladies up, but La Reina grabs Gloria by her hair and quickly swings her and throws her down by it. La Reina stomps the back of the Brits head. She allows
Gloria to get to her feet, using the ropes… but this is just setting up: HEAVEN AND EARTH BULLDOG! Gloria looks to be out. Cover by La Reina.

ONE!

TWO!

ROB MARTINEZ: FOOT ON THE ROPES!

COREY TAYLOR: I love it when women wrestle.

La Reina grabs Gloria up by her hair once again. La Reina gets surprised though with a devastating JUMPING COMPLETE SHOT! Both ladies are down, and Jimmy
Johnson and the rowdy fans at the Darlington Raceway are just looking on, hoping the ladies will get back to ass kicking soon. Lacey Gloria makes a move
and gets an arm across The Queen of Butterflies. A two count, but that’s it. La Reina with a shoulder up. Gloria gets La Reina up and throws her into the
turnbuckle. She comes charging with a shoulder to the midsection of La Reina. La Reina doubles over, only to receive a tooth rocking European Uppercut.
The crowd explodes with an OWWW. La Reina seems infuriated and tackles the smaller Lacey Gloria. Punches explode from the fists of La Reina and Lacey has
a small mouse under her left eye.

COREY TAYLOR: Cat fight!

ROB MARTINEZ: Are you still in high school?

La Reina gets Lacey back to her feet and takes Lacey to the ropes and quickly wraps her up in the Tarantula, a move made famous by ECW and WWE star Tajiri.
Jimmy Johnson can only watch Lacey writhe in pain, cause she can’t submit while in the ropes. La Reina gives the move up as the move also makes the blood
rush to her head after a bit. La Reina goes up top and executes a MOONSAULT on the downed Lacey… who GETS HER KNEES UP! La Reina is on the mat, grabbing
her abs and rib section. Lacey tries to shake off the effects of the Tarantula. La Reina backs into the far turnbuckle. Lacey Gloria comes at her with
a Springboard back elbow. La Reina staggers out… PELE KICK FROM LACEY! La Reina goes through the ropes and lands on the outside on the blue mats covering
the asphalt. Lacey Gloria goes to the top rope. La Reina raises up… CROSS BODY BLOCK… MISSES! Gloria crashes into the guard railing. La Reina is still
staggering around, not sure of her whereabouts. La Reina enters the ring and lays on the mat. Lacey Gloria makes her way to the ring, via crawling. She
crawls into the ring. They both try getting to their feet, as the crowd gives them both catcalls and cheers. They meet in the center and La Reina swings
with a slap. Lacey ducks it and gets behind La Reina… GERMAN SUPLEX! Gloria with a bridge…

ONE!

TWO!

COREY TAYLOR: Only a two count!

ROB MARTINEZ: Both of these women are wanting to prove why their respective team should compete for the Tag team gold.

La Reina and Lacey get to their feet. La Reina grabs Lacey… STRAIGHT JACKET SUPLEX! La Reina hit her head hard on the mat too. Both ladies look out cold.
Jimmy Johnson can’t do anything but look on.

A buzz through the crowd, as another woman is coming down the aisle. It’s Lyndsey Valentine, and she looks pissed. Both of the women in the ring, have no
idea that Valentine is coming. They rise up and she hits the ring. The NAPW Women’s Champ boots Lacey in the stomach… BLOODY VALENTINE! Her version of
the Widow’s Peak! La Reina gets grabbed next. BLOODY VALENTINE ON LA REINA! Jimmy Johnson tells Lyndsey to leave, and calls for help from the back. Valentine
is yelling at the downed women… YOU WANT A REAL FIGHT… FIGHT ME!

COREY TAYLOR: Now that is one pissed off chick.

ROB MARTINEZ: Care to call her a chick to her face?

The REBEL Medical staff are checking on both women and this match looks to be a no contest, with both women unable to continue. Valentine was upset all
week about this match taking place, and she made her presence felt. The match was a damn fine one, and Valentine cheated all these fans out of a clear
cut winner! A shame.

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“Anthem for the Underdog” by 12 Stones hits the speakers and the crowd comes unglued!

JENNY JERSEY: The following contest is for the number contender’s cup! Introducing first on his way to the ring, he hails from British Columbia, Canada
and weighs in at 230 pounds….The Bird Of Prey!!!

Jacob emerges from the back with steely determination in his eyes. The fans along the aisle way lean out to high five him of simply pat him on the back
as he makes his way towards the ring. The Bird Of Prey climbs into the ring and smiles out at the packed arena, most of whom are chanting “Bird Of Prey!
Bird Of Prey!”

ROB MARTINEZ: Bird of Prey on a bit of a losing streak here in Rebel Pro.

COREY TAYLOR: Because he just sucks. I mean come on.

Suddenly the cheers turn into jeers as as “Heavy Metal Machine” by Smashing Pumpkins hits speakers.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent and current holder of the number one contender’s cup from Albuquerque, New Mexico and weighing in at 265 pounds… Mikey Massacre!!!
The fans are letting Massacre know exactly what they think about him and he is enjoying every minute. He comes to the ring tonight carrying what appears
to be a diaper bag. Mikey continues to the ring enjoying the boos even stop and posing by a fan holding a sign that read, “Mikey is a ####ing sell out”.
Mikey climbs in the ring stares across at “Bird of Prey” looks at the crowd and says warm up match and gives them the one finger salute. As Mikey turns
around Jacob is waiting for him and delivers a standing moonsault to get the early advantage. Bird of Prey keeps the momentum going by applying a variation
of a camel clutch sleeper hold. Jacob is looking to not only end this one quickly but to send a message. Mikey seems to be in a considerable amount of
pain and the crowd is loving it! Mikey is letting his elbows fly trying to break the hold but can’t connect with Jacob leaning too far back. The referee
comes to check on Mikey. Mikey is saying he ain’t giving up. Jacob is really putting a lot of pressure into the hold but somehow Massacre is able to turn
his body around and force the break. Both men are back on their feet trading right and lefts, lefts and rights, you can tell there is no love lost between
these two men. Mikey sling shots “Bird of Prey” off the ropes and into a dropkick then stays on the offensive by applying a crossface to the downed “Bird
of Prey’. This has been a back and forth battle so far no as much violence as we are use to in Rebel as both men are trying to ground their opponent.

COREY TAYLOR: We want BLOOD!

ROB MARTINEZ: Mikey formally a high flyer, but tends to stay from that since his turn.

Jacob manages to get his foot on the rope and the referee asks for a break, but Mikey continues the hold as the referee shrugs his shoulders.

ROB MARTINEZ: Why won’t Mikey break the hold?

COREY TAYLOR: He doesn’t have to, so why should he?

The referee pulls Massacre off and Mikey is in his face letting him know that Rebel-Pro is no DQ. The referee pushes Mikey out of his face and Mikey stuns
the referee. All this allows “The Bird of Prey” to catch his breath and to climb to the turnbuckle catching Mikey with a whisper in the wind. Jacob makes
the cover but there is no referee to make the count. The fans count..

ONE…

TWO…

THREE…

The Bird of Prey may have won it there if there had there been a referee. Jacob pounds the mat and goes and checks on the official allowing Massacre time
to climb outside to the pavement and bring in a steel chair that he uses to burst open Jacob’s head with not one, not two, but three chair shots. Mikey
then slingshots Jacob into the corner and props the broken chair into his abdomen area then dropkicks him. The crowd is getting after Mikey as he feels
he now has this match under control. He rolls under the ropes and goes to the diaper bag he carried with him to the ring getting out a baby bottle before
climbing back into the ring. Mikey has some words for the fans as he walks back over to Jacob and squirts what we assume is either milk or baby formula
over the Bird of Prey’s face calling him a crybaby before smacking him in the face just to add insult to injury.

ROB MARTINEZ: There was no sense in that.

COREY TAYLOR: Hahahahahahahahaha!

Mikey pulls Jacob’s seeming lifeless body out of the corner allowing it to drop to the mat before he climbs up to the top turnbuckle for a frog splash but
somehow, some why Jacob was able to roll out of the way as Mikey crashes and burns. The Bird of Prey slides on to Darlington’s parking lot trying to get
another wind but he wouldn’t have long as Mikey is back up. Massacre joins Jacob onto the parking lot as the two exchange punches before Massacre gets
the advantage back courtesy of reopening Jacob’s head wound. Massacre rams Jacob’s head into the ring post once but is blocked on the second attempt as
the Bird of Prey returns the favor ramming Mikey’s head in the turnbuckle followed by the steel steps before sliding back into the ring and the fans are
loving it. Massacre has some words for the fans before climbing back into the ring. Mikey charges Jacob but is greeted by a running enzuigiri that allows
the Bird of Prey to climb the ropes and execute a frog splash. Jacob goes for the cover as the referee slides into position for the count…

ONE…

TWO…

THRE…

NO! Mikey somehow kicks out! Jacob rolls him over again for another count…

ROB MARTINEZ: Two times in two weeks that Jacob has nearly had a victory!

COREY TAYLOR: I’m no expert, but I don’t think Jacob competed last week.

ROB MARTINEZ: Jacob with another pin.

ONE…

TWO…

Reversed by Massacre…

COREY TAYLOR: Mikey with a cover.

ONE…

Only a one count as the Bird of Prey rolls out and both men are back on their feet. Mikey with a mannyplex that gets the momentum back in his favor. The
fans have got their money worth in this match with both men fighting for all their worth. Both men bleeding for the head but that hasn’t stopped them.
Mikey executes a Everplex as he feels he may finally have this match at hand as he executes his version of a stalling vertical suplex including a one finger
salute to the fans and to Jacob. Massacre decides it is time to go back to the top rope for the Sellout. As he climbs the ropes he has some more words
for the fans as well as calling out ‘The Show’ Chad Kurtis and Rex Caliber but all his talk allows the Bird of Prey to get back to his feet and climb join
Massacre on the turnbuckle as they fight for position. Jacob manages to pull Mikey off the ropes as they both come crashing to the mat with a loud boom!
ROB MARTINEZ: That has got to hurt.

COREY TAYLOR: Do you honestly think so?

The crowd is chanting holy shit! Holy shit! As both men lay lifeless on the mat with our informed that there is 5 minutes remaining in the match. Both men
are at the ropes using them to get to their feet. Mikey gets there first and unties a turnbuckle cover before going over to the Bird of Prey as they once
again exchange punches with Jacob getting the advantage and forces Massacre over to the corner with a series of chops but Mikey takes the advantage back
with a eye gouge and then he digs his thumb into Jacob’s head wound before executing another stalling vertical suplex that seems to take the breath out
of Jacob. As hard as he has fought here today you have to wonder exactly what he has left. Massacre is climbing the ropes for what we assume is going to
be “The Sellout” but no Mikey just executed the “SMW” as he makes the cover…

ROB MARTINEZ: Mikey with Jacob’s own finisher.

COREY TAYLOR: That just adds insult to injury there.

ONE…

TWO…

THREE…

Mikey just defeated the Bird of Prey with his own move. That is the ultimate insult in wrestling. And now Mikey is acting as if this was an easy match as
he goes back to the diaper bag and brings it into the ring. First forcing the bottle into Jacob’s mouth then telling the fans that all their favorite wrestler
are nothing but crybabies as he tosses diapers into the crowd. Mikey pulls out an adult diaper and begins to put it on Jacob, but a right hand sends Mikey
falling through the ropes. Mikey decides that Jacob has had enough. Before Mikey walks through the curtain, he rubs his fists into his eyes saying once
again that Jacob is a crybaby.

JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner and still number one contender… Mikey Massacre!!!

ROB MARTINEZ: Mikey Massacre and Bird of Prey will have to meet again. I doubt if Bird of Prey will take the bottle and diaper ordeal lightly.

COREY TAYLOR: Well, Jacob is a crybaby, he needs to grow up.

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“Cocky” queues up in the speakers placed stratigically in the parking lot for best hearing perception. From a curtained off area walks “The Show” Chad
Kurtis wearing his new “Witness” t-shirt, of which some of the fans are already wearing.

JENNY JERSEY: Standing six feet three inches and weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds, he is a member of the Rebel Icons and is a co holder of the
Rebel Pro Tag Team Championship belts… he is the challenger, he is “THE SHOW”… he is… CHAD KURTIS!

The crowd lets Chad know how much they appreciate him as many fans point to their “Witness” t-shirt, some point to the new Rebel Icon shirts, and one lady
throws her bra at Chad?

COREY TAYLOR: That is what I am talking about, there is a woman walking around here braless.

ROB MARTINEZ: Are you any relation to Jack Jones up in NAPW.

COREY TAYLOR: No, but I’ve always admired his work.

“Shipping Up to Boston” hits the speakers and from the curtained off area walks, Carolina Champion, Sean Robinson. The crowd goes wild, they love both men
here in this match. There are Sean Robinson posters in the crowd as well as Sean Robinson t-shirts on display. Sean walks down to the ring calmly, but
stops half-way and looks into the ring at Chad Kurtis.

JENNY JERSEY: He stands at six feet four inches and weighs in at two hundred and forty-seven pounds, he is the current Rebel Pro Carolinas Champion… he
is SEAN ROBINSON!

Sean continues his walk down to the ring when he is hit in the face with a blue lace bra and the strap goes over his head and he merely removes the bra
while chuckling.

COREY TAYLOR: Two braless women here tonight.

ROB MARTINEZ: You really should meet Jack Jones.

COREY TAYLOR: Can you introduce us?

DING DING

Sean and Chad stand in the middle fo the ring from each other before both men extend a hand and shake after the opening bell has rung. They back up then
go into a collar and elbow tie up in the middle; Sean turns it into a side headlock. Chad forces Sean into the ropes and the hold is broken as Sean is
sent running into the opposite side ropes. Sean returns, Chad lowers his head, Sean with a leap over Chad hitting the ropes just behind his opponent. Chad
turns around, Sean with a spinning heel kick sends the challenger down to the mat in a heap, but Chad is already fighting back up to his feet. Sean grabs
him quickly knowing that Chad is a very worthy competitor and whips him front first into the corner. Sean follows quickly with a clothesline to the back
of Chad’s neck. Sean quickly grabs Chad with a rear waistlock delivering a German suplex, Sean rolls over connecting with a second German suplex, and rolls
one last time delivering a third rolling German suplex. Chad’s eyes are glassy from the quickness of the rolling German suplexes, but Sean is there hooking
Chad into a leg bar trying to wear down the legs of the American high flyer.

Chad with a right hand shows that he can brawl with the best of them and it sends Sean peddling backwards. But the punch caused Sean to release the hold
and Chad is up and showing only the slightest effect on his leg from the momentary leg bar. Chad with a right hand, Sean with a right hand, Chad with a
right and left combo that sends Sean into the ropes. Chad with a forearm across Sean’s throat into a side headlock. Chad grinds in the hold and Sean pushes
him into the ropes. Chad uses Sean’s momentum from the push to send them both down to the mat with a running bulldog. Chad still has in the side headlock,
but he releases the side headlock long enough to hook on a crippler crossface and Sean groans in agony. Robinson immediately begins crawling for the ropes,
even if there are no rope breaks he can pull himself up to a fighting position with their help. Sean reaches the ropes and Chad releases the hold backing
up slightly from Sean, who is turning around rotating his arm. Chad runs at Sean sending him over the top rope with a running forearm smash, but Sean lands
on the ring apron sliding under Chad’s spread legs.

ROB MARTINEZ: IMpressive ring awareness from Sean Robinson there.

COREY TAYLOR: It was alright, I’ve seen better.

Sean locks in another rear waistlock on Chad, but Chad holds firm to the top rope preventing another series of rolling German suplexes. Sean with a right
hand to the back of Chad’s skull, Chad releases the death grip on the top rope. Inverted DDT from Sean sends Chad’s skull bouncing off the mat hard, but
Sean makes no attempt at a cover. The crowd is split in half for who they want to cheer for, but it should be noted that neither man is getting booed here
in this Carolinas Title match. Sean pulls Chad from under the ropes and begins to work on that leg again with a leg hook camel clutch in the middle of
the ring. Chad grunts from the tangled position and tries to make it to the ropes, but with only one leg free, he is moving extremely slowly here. The
crowd is chanting him on to the ropes for assistance, but they are also chanting Sean on to keep him from breaking the hold; I wish they would decide who
to cheer for here in this matchup. Chad crawls two or three inches at a time and is about four feet from the ropes and hopefully safety. Sean leans backwards
as the ropes loom larger in his and Chad’s vision, he is trying his best to prevent Chad from using the ropes to break the hold. As before, the ropes don’t
constitute a break but Sean is going to show Chad Kurtis the same curtosey that Chad showed him. Chad lunges one last time and his head is between the
middle and top rope, Sean Robinson breaks the hold and now they are back on even ground in the curtosey game.

ROB MARTINEZ: Sean showing the same curtosey that Chad showed him earlier.

COREY TAYLOR: What is the point? Hold onto that hold and break his bones, there are no rules here in Rebel Pro! Take advantage of that.

ROB MARTINEZ: It is a matter of respect here.

COREY TAYLOR: No, it is a matter of the Rebel Pro Carolinas title here, gold, not curtosey.

Chad pulls himself up to his feet, but Sean is there with a knee lift into Chad’s back following it up with a stomp on the worked over leg of Chad Kurtis.
Chad goes down on that injured leg and is dripping sweat from the pain he has to be in. Sean with a right hand sends Chad back up to a protective stance,
Chad kicks out with his left leg catching Sean in the rib cage. Sean clutches at his ribs, Chad with a one legged springboard clothesline sends Sean down
to the mat. Chad is using the ropes to pull himself back up a vertical base, his right leg giving him a ton of problems here after that eternity in the
leg hook camel clutch from Sean Robinson. Sean rolls over to his hands and knees and Chad leaps with a springboard moonsault as Sean stands up in a vertical
position, Chad turns it into an inverted DDT of his own and both men are on the mat. Chad makes the cover.

Corey Taylor: Chad calls that move the something or another, it isn’t really important.

Rob Martinez: If you are going to be announcing, maybe you should learn names of wrestling moves. Chad calls that Showtime.

Corey Taylor: If you are going to be an announcer, maybe you should tell the people the count in the ring.

Chad only gets a two count from referee Jimmy Johnson. The crowd here in the Darlington parking lot are loving this action, even if neither man has went
to the outside yet. Chad looks over to Jimmy, who is showing it was a definite count of two. Sean reaches out with a right hand catching Chad in the mouth
causing him to sit back on his rear. Sean rolls over delivering another right hand, this time to Chad’s temple, Chad is reeling from the rapid fired right
hands. Sean shoots up to his feet hooking Chad’s head under his arm before pulling him up to a vertical base then a bridging suplex into a pin. Jimmy Johnson
hits his knees and counts.

One… Two… Th–NO! Chad is able to kick out of the hold, but it costs him as he had to use his injured right leg in order to do it.

COREY TAYLOR: Chad hurt his own leg there with that kick out.

ROB MARTINEZ: But he manages to stay in this match.

COREY TAYLOR: Really? Hadn’t noticed.

Sean grabs the right ankle of Chad Kurtis, putting it under the knee of Chad’s left leg, Sean then puts the free ankle in between his thighs hooking Chad
into a cross legged STF as he leans forward over Chad’s back hooking his arms around Chad’s face. Chad literally screams out in pain as his right leg is
targeted, but he’d do the same if he were in Sean’s situation. Chad grunts and begins the slow crawl to the ropes and hopes that Sean will break the hold,
Sean notices Chad’s goal and tries to prevent it. Chad using his arms, pushes Sean and himself over and now Chad is on top, but still locked in the hold.
Chad slams his head backwards into Sean’s face once, twice, three times and Robinson finally breaks the hold clutching at his bleeding and possibly broken
nose. Chad rolls to his hands and knees holding at his injured right leg in obvious pain and torment, he still crawls to the ropes to pull himself up.
Sean is up quicker though yanking Chad up to a vertical base. Sean with a forearm into Chad’s face, but Chad blocks it with a stomp onto Sean’s right ankle.
Sean tries to block the pain, but a second stomp gets his attention to his ankle. Chad with an inverted bulldog sends Sean down to the mat, paying no attention
to the pain in his leg, Chad hobbles up to the top rope and signals to the crowd. Sean gets up to a vertical base, his back to the perched Chad Kurtis
and he turns around right into a flying cross body that sends Sean’s skull bouncing off of the mat. Chad climbs through the ropes to the outside ring apron
and the crowd is behind Chad now, but it’ll change just give them a few minutes. Chad is holding onto the top rope he leaps up to the top rope, flipping
in mid air with a 360 degrees splash into a guillitene leg drop across Sean’s exposed throat. Chad hooks the leg quickly and makes the cover.

One… Two… Thr–NO! Sean is able to raise a shoulder just in time and keep the chance of him retaining the belt alive.

ROB MARTINEZ: Another near fall here in this match.

COREY TAYLOR: You got a beer and a smoke?

ROB MARTINEZ: You can’t drink or smoke on the job.

COREY TAYLOR: I know because I don’t have any on me, that is the reason I asked you for one.

Chad is not paying attention to his leg as he has control, but he runs to the corner turnbuckles and his leg gives way on him right before he springs up
to the top, his face connects with the top turnbuckle and both men are down in the ring now. Sean begins to stir before Chad, but the co-tag team champion
rolls over as well and slowly pulls himself up to a vertical base. Now, both men are standing in the ring, Sean in the middle and Chad in the corner. Chad
nods at Sean who returns the gesture of sportsmanship. Collar and elbow tie up in the middle of the ring, Sean with a side headlock into a hammerlock into
a knee to the back of Chad’s injured right leg. Chad falls down to the mat front first and Sean hooks in an Argentine leglock, on the injured right leg
of Chad Kurtis keeping him from being 100 percent here in this match. Chad is able to somehow reach the ropes and Sean breaks the hold willingly enough
before jerking Chad from the ropes and delivering a vicious right handed knife edge chop that reddens the chest of Chad Kurtis immediately. Chad clutches
at his reddened chest in the corner before Sean hip tosses Chad into the middle of the ring and the crowd is now behind Sean Robinson. Sean hooks Chad
up into a cloverleaf in the middle of the ring and continues his assault on the right leg of Chad Kurtis, showing a lot of experience and forsight against
such a formidable opponent.

COREY TAYLOR: Break his leg!

ROB MARTINEZ: How did you manage to get this job again?

COREY TAYLOR: Because of my wonderful match calling ability, not to mention my unbiast opinion.

Chad pushes up on his forearms, his face a mask of agony and torture, he pushes himself forward towards the ropes. He allows Sean to fall backward onto
his back more, increasing the pressure on his own back for a moment before shoving Sean with his legs and the hold is lossened. Chad flips over, the hold
is broken immediately as Sean is caught off-guard. Chad reaches behind himself finding the ropes and pulling himself up to a vertical base as Sean looks
shocked that someone got out of that move. They charge at each other and Chad delivers the Bluegrass Breeze on Sean Robinson in the middle of the Rebel
Pro ring. Chad pulls Sean up to a vertical base once more and prepares for the CK Finale, Sean breaks out of the hold back body dropping Chad over his
back to the canvas. Chad lands on his legs, his right leg buckling, but he spins around quick enough to catch himself to spin Sean around with a boot in
the gut. Sean doubles over at the loss of air and Chad hooks in the CK Finale once more. Sean struggles but Chad lifts him up, spins around and plants
Sean right in the middle of the ring with his finisher, but Chad falls back, unable to make the cover as he clutches at his leg. Referee Jimmy Johnson
makes sure both men are alright, but since there are no count-outs he cannot start the normally mandatory ten count. In the parking lot, “Let’s go Chaaad!”(clap,
clap, clap clap clap) chants begin as the other half of the crowd chants “Let’s go Seaaan”(clap, clap, clap clap clap) Chad somehow manages to crawl over
to Sean and drape an arm across his chest in a cover, Jimmy Johnson is there.

One… Two… Thre– NO! it was two!

COREY TAYLOR: Only a count of two there and the match must continue. I need a smoke, when do we get our break?

ROB MARTINEZ: What break? We get an intermission…

COREY TAYLOR: Where I come from, that would be considered… a break.

Jimmy Johnson leaps up to his feet indicating it was two to the time keeper. Chad can’t belive it, Sean kicked out of the CK Finale, but there was a period
of about a minute there when Chad couldn’t force himself over to make the cover. Chad begins to pound the canvas, getting his supporters behind him further
and they quickly begin to clap along with the beat he is setting here in this portion of the match. Chad is up, Sean is up, Sean charges at Chad who back
body drops him into the Starmaker! Chad falls on Sean and referee Jimmy Johnson is there with the count.

One… Two… Three.

DING! DING! DING!

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match and NEEEEEWWWW Rebel Pro Carolinas Champion… “The Show”… Chad Kurtis!

ROB MARTINEZ: Chad has done it, he is a dual champion here in Rebel Pro, although it could mean some double duty for the champion.

COREY TAYLOR: It should be, if he wants to be greedy and have more than one belt, he should have to work twice as hard.

Inside the ring, Chad stands, leaning heavily on the ropes to keep the weight off of his injured leg. Sean gets up, disappointment evident on his face and
as Jimmy Johnson walks by him Carolinas Title in hand, Sean rips it away from him. Chad looks ready to defend the referee if he has to, but Sean walks
over to Chad, looks down at the belt, then hands it over to Chad Kurtis. Chad places the belt on his shoulder and Sean Robinson holds Chad’s hand high
into the air, the crowd explodes at this showing of sportsmanship. Sean begins to walk away, but Chad grabs his shoulder and holds Sean’s hand high up
into the air, the crowd once again explodes.

COREY TAYLOR: Awh, ain’t that sweet…

ROB MARTINEZ: These two men just went through an awesome match and they are showing respect for each other.

COREY TAYLOR: Why don’t they just go get a room already?

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

“The Beverly Hillbillies” theme starts to play on the mounted speakers and the crowd is firmly behind their resident redneck!

JENNY JERSEY: Coming to the ring first, he hails from Turkey Cross, Kentucky and weighs in at two hundred and thirty-six pounds….Cuzin’ Zeke!!!

ROB MARTINEZ: Look at the determination in Zeke’s face.

COREY TAYLOR: Don’t make me, he is ugly enough as he is.

Zeke walks down the platform and heads towards the ring, a smile on his face and determination in his eyes.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent…….

“Carbomb” by The Acacia Strain replaces the decades old tv theme song and the crowd lets loose with their hate of the man who steps into sight.

COREY TAYLOR: Now, here comes the true champion and the man that is going to win this match.

ROB MARTINEZ: Figures you’d be pulling for Vincent.

JENNY JERSEY: He hails from Glen Falls, New York and weighs in at three hundred and forty-one pounds….The REBEL World Heavyweight Champion…..Vincent
Black!!!!

Black heads towards the ring as a light drizzle of rain starts to fall. The asphalt in the parking lot quickly becomes as black as the World Champions heart.
ROB MARTINEZ: The rain begins to fall in a drizzle here.

COREY TAYLOR: Don’t worry shit floats, so you’ll be ok.

Black climbs into the ring and hands his championship belt off to Alan Stone. Zeke crosses the ring and the men are quickly in each others face talking
smack. Stone calls for the bell and Zeke slaps Black across the face!

Black looks almost shocked that Zeke would outright slap him and the crowd doesn’t help with their raucous “You Got Bitch Slapped!” chant. Black shakes
his head and gives Zeke a receipt by slapping the hillbilly across the face. Hard. Zeke backs up a step, rubs his face and grins. Oh it’s on.

ROB MARTINEZ: Vincent gets slapped by the challenger.

COREY TAYLOR: But Vincent returns the favor with a true bitch slap.

Slap by Zeke!

Slap from Black!

Slap by Zeke!

Forearm shot from Vincent!

Forearm from Zeke!

A rake to the face from Black!

Black hits the ropes but takes a brutal open handed slap across the chest from Zeke that echoes like thunder! Vincent drives a knee into the ribs of Zeke.
Scoop slam by the champion! Black hits the ropes but misses with an elbow drop when Zeke rolls out of the way. Zeke hits the ropes and runs straight into
a massive belly to belly suplex from Black! Black sprawls across Zeke and starts to rain down heavy MMA style elbows to the face of his challenger who
is doing his best to cover up! Zeke manages to roll Black off of him and struggle sup to his feet. Black hooks the hillbilly and drives him to the mat
with a backdrop driver.

COREY TAYLOR: Vincent showing why he is the champion here.

ROB MARTINEZ: Let me guess, if Zeke gets an advantage, he’ll be cheating?

COREY TAYLOR: You idiot, there is no cheating where there are no rules.

Black is back to his feet and sneering out at the crowd. None of whom seemed impressed with the REBEL Champion. Zeke is back up to his feet and Black locks
in an abdominal stretch! Zeke tries to wrench himself free but Black has the move locked in tight. A small but vocal chant of “Boring! Boring!” starts
to ripple through the crowd and Black looks around to see who dares to mock him. With the champ momentarily distracted. Zeke manages to get out of the
hold by hip tossing Black down to the canvas! Black quickly rolls to his feet and is greeted by a hard right hand from Zeke! Another! A third stiff right
hand has the World Champ on spaghetti legs! Zeke hits the ropes but Black is ready for him and again manages to lock Zeke in another abdominal stretch!
ROB MARTINEZ: Zeke able to mount a small offense there.

COREY TAYLOR: But, Vincent back in control.

Black simply smiles out at the booing fans as he cranks on the pressure. Zeke wastes little time in reaching up and simply breaking the move by jamming
a thumb into the eye of Black! Black releases the move and staggers back against the ropes. A clothesline from Zeke takes the World Champion over the top
rope and down to the hard pavement! Zeke follows Black to the outside and pulls Black up off of the ground. Black was waiting for him however and manages
to hook Zeke and ram him back first against the ringpost! Black yells for a chair and half a dozen fans offer theirs up. Black picks one, takes aim and
swing for all he’s worth. At the last second Zeke drops out of the way and Black only connects with the ringpost! The shock causes Black to drop the chair
and shake his hands as if trying to wake them up. Zeke picks up the chair and drives it into the gut of his nemesis.

ROB MARTINEZ: Strike one!

COREY TAYLOR: Shut up Rob.

With Black doubled over, Zeke wastes no time in cracking the chair across the back of Vincent! The champion doesn’t go down though! Instead he staggers
away from Zeke trying to buy some time. CRACK! A chair shot across the back of the champs skull drops him where he stood! Zeke tosses away the dented chair
and pulls Black up. He teases throwing him back into the ring but instead hurls him over the barricade and into the crowd! Zeke follows Black into the
mass of rabid REBEL fans and security rushes in to try to protect as many innocents as they can. Black is on his knees as Zeke stands behind him pounding
away at his skull with heavy right hands! Zeke shoves Black to the ground, walks over to the nearest trashcan and picks it up. Black is on all fours trying
to get up as Zeke upends the trashcan on him dumping out all it’s filth on the champion! Once empty the trashcan finds a home when it bounces off the massive
back of Black!

ROB MARTINEZ: Zeke taking out the trash.

COREY TAYLOR: Zeke has to resort to weapons in order to gain an advantage.

ROB MARTINEZ: But Vincent used a weapon first.

COREY TAYLOR: But oh goo roo, did Vincent hit Zeke with the chair? No, he did not.

Zeke walks over to where the trashcan landed, picks it back up and advances on Black. Zeke raises the trashcan high overhead and Black rams his shoulder
into the right knee of Zeke! Zeke drops the trashcan and hobbles away as the champ gets slowly back to his feet. Chop block from Black puts Zeke down onto
the pavement! Black stands over Zeke and grins at him. A thin line of blood trickling from his scalp. Black stomps down on the knee of Zeke and the hillbilly
cries out. Vincent shoves a fan aside and grabs the wounded leg of Zeke. The shocked crowd watches as Black locks Zeke into a figure four! Both men are
laying on the pavement, Black screaming at Zeke to tap and the crowd razzing the champ with a “You’re Not Flair! You’re Not Flair!” chant! Alan Stone is
in the face of Zeke asking him if he wants to give it up but Zeke shakes his head “no” for all he’s worth.

COREY TAYLOR: I saw Zeke nod his head!

ROB MARTINEZ: No, you did not.

Zeke looks at Alan Stone and mouths the word “sorry” right before he grabs the referee and hurls him on top of Black! the shock of a referee landing on
his chest causes a break and Zeke tries to pull himself away from Vincent. Black is up and he pulls the referee up with him. Black is shaking the referee
but Alan Stone slaps away his hands and gets right in the face of the World Champ! Black shoves him aside and never sees the chair coming until it’s to
late. Zeke has gotten up and hurled a folded chair at the face of Black and it bounces off his head and into the crowd. A fan quickly grabs it and makes
a run for it, no doubt in a hurry to place it on EBay. Zeke hobbles over to a stunned Black and chops him across the chest! “Wooooooooooo!” from the crowd!
Another chop and Black takes a step back! A third chop! Black quickly kicks the injured knee of Zeke and the hillbilly drops to the ground in a heap.

COREY TAYLOR: He definitely isn’t Flair!

ROB MARTINEZ: Neither of them are Flair.

COREY TAYLOR: Did you see Zeke manhandle that referee?

ROB MARTINEZ: He said sorry.

The sound of someone’s hand smacking the headset off of the other announcer is heard.

COREY TAYLOR: Sorry Rob.

Vincent pulls Zeke up and whips him into a crowd of fans! Most scatter but an unlucky few get squashed by the runaway hillbilly. Black stalks over and the
crowd scurries for cover as Zeke tries to get to his feet. Black drags Zeke up and smiles as he spies a brand new Cadillac sitting in the parking lot.
The car has been leased by REBEL and Black, dragging Zeke makes a beeline for it. Zeke is slung against the front of the car and the right headlight cracks.
Black grabs Zeke by the head and tries to bounce his skull off of the hood only to take an elbow into the ribs! Another elbow from Zeke and Black releases
his grip. Zeke takes a page out of Blacks book, grabs a handful of hair and slams the head of Vincent against the cars hood! Zeke drags Black around to
the side of the car and throws him headfirst through the drivers side window! The glass spiderwebs and blood spurts from the skull of Black. Zeke pulls
Black out of the car and shoves him against the car. Zeke throws a big haymaker but Black dodges as the hillbillies hand punches through the glass!

COREY TAYLOR: That had to hurt.

ROB MARTINEZ: Who does that car belong to? Larry Gordon isn’t going to be happy with this.

COREY TAYLOR: He wanted this event, he has to pay the consequences.

Zeke pulls his bloody hand out of the car and he’s blindsided with a right hand to the head that stuns him. Black grabs Zeke, leads him to the front of
the car and rolls him onto the hood. Black follows him up onto the hood (throwing a few well placed punches as he comes) and quickly both men are standing
on the hood of the car. Black positions Zeke for his New Hope Powerbomb! Zeke reverses it and backdrops Black onto the roof of the car! Zeke climbs off
of the car and reaches his bloody hand into the car. Suddenly the car roars to life as Zeke gives a turn of the keys! Zeke leans in further inside the
car and pops the hood using the hood release. Zeke pulls himself out of the car and takes a boot to the face from Black who is still on the roof! Black
slides off the car and opens the car door before throwing Zeke onto the ground. Black waits as Zeke starts to pull himself up and then slams the car door
against the head of Zeke!

COREY TAYLOR: Excederin headache number 312.

ROB MARTINEZ: Anything goes in this environment, regardless of the consequences.

Black wipes the blood that’s streaming into his eyes and walks over to the car trunk. With a hard kick the trunk pops open and Black starts searching. As
Zeke is trying to get back to his feet, Black emerges from the trunk with jumper cables. Zeke suddenly finds himself being strangled by the jumper cables
as Black is screaming for him to simply “Die!” Zeke reaches behind him and snapmares him down onto the ground! Zeke wipes his blood covered hand on his
pants and grabs the jumper cables. Smiling, Zeke walks over to the hood, opens it and attaches the cables to the still running car battery. Zeke touches
his ends together and sparks fly. Black is getting up and Zeke lunges at him with the cables. Batista style spinebuster onto the pavement from Black! Black
looks down at the jumper cables and smiles. He picks them up and snaps them onto the crotch of Cuzin’ Zeke!

ROB MARTINEZ: That sick sadistic son of a bitch!

COREY TAYLOR: Zeke isn’t getting any tonight and anything is legal in this environment… remember?

Zeke howls in pain (obviously) and rips away the jumper cables as the crowd chants “You Got Burnt Nuts! Clap! Clap! Clap! You Got Burnt Nuts!” Black pulls
a lifeless Zeke up and hoists him up onto his shoulder. A bloody Vincent Black walks wearily through the crowd back towards the ring. People reach out
and pat Zeke on the back yelling encouragement to him. Black makes it to the ring and starts to slowly walk his way up the ring steps. Unseen by Black,
Zeke reaches out and grabs his lucky horseshoe from the ringpost! Black simply dumps Zeke into the ring and climbs in after him. As Black reaches down
to pull Zeke to his feet he takes a horseshow upside his head! Black staggers back holding his head and blood seeps through his fingers. Zeke is up to
his feet and clubs him again with the horseshoe! Black falls onto his back near the center of the ring and Zeke places the horseshoe square on the champs
face.

ROB MARTINEZ: Zeke with his lucky horseshoe. COREY TAYLOR: Zeke is saddistic and twisted.

Zeke heads towards the near turnbuckle and painfully climbs his way to the top rope. Zeke looks down at the unmoving Black and takes to the air with his
Mudpuddle! Black moves at the last second and Zeke hits nothing but canvas! A battered and bloody Black gets to his feet, pulls Zeke up and nails his New
Hope! For the first time during the match the referee actually gets to make a count!

One!

Two!

Th-No!

Black pulls Zeke up braking the count!?

ROB MARTINEZ: Why did Vincent do that?

COREY TAYLOR: He isn’t through torturing Zeke just yet.

Black whispers something in the ear of Zeke and then pulls him back up to his feet. Black takes a deep breath and hits another New Hope Powerbomb! Black
again goes for the cover, even going so far as to hook the leg.

One!

Two!

Three!

Black rolls off the unconscious Zeke and waits for the referee to raise his hand in victory. COREY TAYLOR(clapping): That is my boy… that is my boy!

ROB MARTINEZ: So much for unbiasedness.

COREY TAYLOR: What did you say Rob?

Rob smacks the taste out of Corey’s mouth. ROB MARTINEZ: Sorry Corey.

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of this match, and STILL REBEL World Heavyweight Champion…….Vincent Black!!!

Alan Stone hands Black the championship belt and he hugs it close to him as if it’ll fly away.

Black rolls out of the ring, bloody and with the title draped over his shoulder as the referee checks on the condition of Cuzin’ Zeke.

The fans in attendance clap as Zeke makes his way to his feet and to the back. All three hundred and seventy-six fans leave the parking lot happy.

ROB MARTINEZ: This is Rob Martinez, for Rebel Pro, we say so long from the Racin’ and Wrasslin’ show.

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04/25/2009
The fans are milling about waiting for the matches to begin here at the Rebel Underground Arena. Fans chat with each other, they are ready for some hardcore
fighting action here. Rex t-shirts are selling for ten dollars a piece, “The Show” t-shirts are going for ten dollars, there is the new Rebel Icons t-shirts
selling as well. There are still a few stuffed Captains left as well as posters, DVDs, and replica title belts. JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and Gentlemen, please
make your way to your seats, the show will begin in five minutes.Like people running for something free, they finish their purchases and run to their seats,
not wanting to miss any action in this card. “Heavy Metal Machine” by the Smashing Pumpkins cues up and immediate booing ensues. Through the curtain walks
Mikey Massacre, holding his Number One Contender Trophy in one hand, a microphone in the other. Instead of his black singlet, he’s wearing a black jumpsuit
with ‘MM’ on one shoulder and ‘SELLOUT’ on his back. He takes off his aviator sunglasses to look out at the booing fans with a smirk on his face, seemingly
enjoying the negative atmosphere he has created with his entrance. He walks down the aisle, hops onto the apron, then steps through the ropes.MIKEY MASSACRE:
Thanks for the greetings, friends.YOU SOLD OUT! YOU SOLD OUT! YOU SOLD OUT! YOU SOLD OUT! YOU SOLD OUT!MIKEY MASSACRE: Never put it past wrestling fans
than to state the obvious, f(BLEEP)ing ignorant morons. F(BLEEP) YOU! F(BLEEP) YOU! F(BLEEP) YOU! F(BLEEP) YOU! F(BLEEP) YOU! F(BLEEP) YOU! MIKEY MASSACRE:
Alright, alright. You don’t want me out here. I get it. But the sooner you shut the hell up, the sooner I’ll be out of here. I’m not wrestling tonight—I’m
sure you’re sorry to hear that—but I do have something very important to do. I’m here tonight at the Underground to announce my intentions regarding this
here Trophy. First of all, Gordon says I have to defend my Trophy against the former Carolina champ—I think he was champ for about fourteen seconds—Bird
of Prey next week at Racin’ and Wrasslin’. And that’s fine because, well… El Rey de Corazones couldn’t stop me. And there’s no way the Pigeon is going
to stop me either. But I’m getting off track… because I’m not here to announce that either. And no, I’m also not out here to cash in my Trophy and challenge
Vincent Black. That time may come… but the way I see it, REBEL Pro Wrestling is better off with Vincent Black and Mikey Massacre at its top than it would
be with just one of them at the top. Why is that? Well, I know I spent a helluva lot of time trying to fight the Extreme Elite, trying to ban them from
the company, trying to save you all from them… but the truth is, I was wasting my time. Because, now that the dust has settled, now that the Elite are
done for, I see… that they were right all along. YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! MIKEY MASSACRE: They were
right about each and every one of you. They were right about them being the only good thing about this God-forsaken piece of shit company. I’m a little
sad I realized it all too late. As a smart lady once said, there’s nothing like regret to remind you that you’re alive… but there’s nothing I can do now.
That is… except carry on their mission. And not just that, but Mikey Massacre can do what the Extreme Elite were unable to do. Mikey Massacre is going
to end this company. Mikey Massacre isn’t the second coming of the Extreme Elite. No. The Extreme Elite were the first coming of Mikey Massacre. So how
am I going to go about this? How, you might ask, am I going to end REBEL Pro Wrestling? It won’t be easy, no doub t, but step by step, move by move, manipulation
by manipulation, I am going to end this company. Mark my words. Mark my words! Mark my f(BLEEP)ing words! Now, back to my Trophy… Here’s my challenge to
every piece of shit in the REBEL locker room. After I eat Pigeon at Racin’ and Wrasslin’, you want a shot at being the Number One Contender? You want to
get a shot at Vincent Black and the REBEL gold? I am willing to give a shot to ANYONE. That’s right… ANYONE. I don’t give a shit if you’ve been in REBEL
Pro for two years, two months, two days or two hours… I’ll give you a shot. All I ask… is that you denounce REBEL Pro. Whether it’s burning a REBEL effigy,
telling the fans to go to hell, beating up one of REBEL Pro’s heroes, I don’t care, but if it’s clear you’re making yourself look like a piss ant to REBEL
Pro and its fans, I’ll give you a shot. If I think you’re being inauthentic and planning on apologizing to the people you piss off right after you get
your shot, then I won’t grant the shot… The bar isn’t high, folks. But if you want a shot, it’s what you gotta do. So, next week, after the Pigeon flies
blindly into the window that is Mikey Massacre and falls five stories down, his neck snapped, blood trickling down his mouth… anyone and everyone—if they
are willing to do as I say—can line up for a shot at this here Trophy. Because I know one thing. And it’s that everyone in the locker room cares more about
championships and personal glory than this company and its fans. And I’m going to prove it. Rex Caliber, your golden boy, was cream of the crop two years
ago when this promotion began. But since then, he’s been hiding in the announcer’s booth or in the administrative office. When Rex Caliber, the most competitive
man in the locker room, a man who supposedly loves REBEL Pro, chooses a title shot over each and every one of you, you are going to begin to see The Truth.
I’m going to prove that I was the only one who truly gave a shit about this company and its fans. The fans are going to see as their heroes turn to villains
in order to get at my Trophy and then that World Title. The fans will finally see the truth. And the truth… will set you free. Literally. REBEL will see
its fanbase dissipate, its merchandise sales fall, its gate reduced… Mikey smiles. And that, old friends… is what the Extreme Elite started. And what Mikey
Massacre will finish. Mikey drops the microphone to immense booing. He puts his aviators back on, still smiling, as he makes his way down the aisle and
through the curtain.

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“Shadow of the Season” by Screaming Trees cues up. The fans begin booing as if the Revolutionary War were yesterday. Derek Stephen Taylor comes from the
back accompanied by Fantastic Andy Strickland, who is carrying the potted plant supposedly given to him by Jenny Jersey earlier in the night. JENNY JERSEY:
Introducing first, weighing nearly fifteen stones, from London, England accompanied by Fantastic Andy Strickland, DEREK STEPHEN TAYLOR! “Dope” by Paranoia
cues up. There is a mixed reaction. The fans used to love Dextro, but he hasn’t been showing them much love lately, refusing to submit anything fun for
them to watch on Rebel Pro Dot Com. Some suspect he is back to his old habits, but no one is sure. Dextro emerges from the curtain, looking even more pale
than he normally looks. JENNY JERSEY: His opponent, weighing one-hundred and twenty-seven pounds, from the Local Boxcar, a former REBEL Pro World Heavyweight
Champion… DEXTRO! DING DING As the bell rings, Dextro and Derek Stephen Taylor are circling each other. Dextro immediately goes for a double leg takedown
which takes Taylor down by surprise. Dextro on top of Taylor and swinging lefts and rights. But he’s VERY sloppy and Taylor easily rolls him over. Taylor
with a series of quick lefts and rights then he is back to his feet. Off of the ropes… knee drop! A quick cover but Dextro slips underneath him. Dextro
gets to his feet. He attacks Taylor with a series of kicks to his knees but the British technician grabs his leg and hits him with a British leg drag into
an Indian kneelock. He’s really working on the knee of Dextro. Dextro is trying to get to the bottom rope to get the leverage with which to break the hold
but he is simply too small to get there. DST really working the knee, trying to ground the little man. Dextro reaches… and manages an eyepoke to break
the hold! The fans aren’t big fans of tactics like that but they are big fans of Dextro so the fans pop anyways! Taylor checking his eye as he gets to
his feet as Dextro pulls himself up with the ropes. He runs at Taylor with a clothesline but Taylor catches him and delivers a big spinebuster that Arn
Andersen would have been proud of! Dextro grinding his teeth and grabbing his lower back, wishing he never attempted the clothesline. DST shakes off the
pain in his eye and drops an elbow on Dextro. Back to his feet, bringing Dextro up with him… and into a Regal Stretch! Dextro is hollering, wishing he
remembered a maneuver to get out of the hold. He knew one once, but he killed that brain cell and now it’s gone. DST stretching the hell out of him. Dextro
with an elbow. Another. A third! He breaks the hold! Off of the ropes the former World Champion runs, another clothesline… and he runs right into a kick
to the gut and a double arm DDT! And now DST is putting him in the Trafalgar Square! He has it locked in! Will Dextro tap out to Taylor? He’s resisting,
trying to get to the ropes, but his knee is already injured from the submission moves applied by Taylor… he taps out! DEXTRO TAPS! JENNY JERSEY: And your
winner, via submission… DEREK STEPHEN TAYLOR! Fantastic Andy Strickland gets in the ring with his prized pupil and raises his arm. Tonight he’s defeated
a former World Champ… what’s next from the British technical superstar?

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“Everyone I Went to High School With Is Dead” by Mr. Bungle queues up and from the back walks Jim and Tommy Jonas to a much louder chorus of boos. The
fans seem restless tonight and are ready for some ass-kicking. JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first: They weighed in tonight at a combined weight of four hundred
and sixty-six pounds and are the team of Jim and Tommy Jonas… THE JONAS BROTHERS! Each of the brothers appear through the curtain with a spark and each
with their signature item: Tommy and his pickelhaube and Jim with his gulf-war era army jacket. Jim and Tommy are both exchange words with the fans but
before they get too carried away they look at the entrance ramp as the hear the key up for “Universal-Borknagar”. JENNY JERSEY: And their opponents: They
weighed in tonight at a combined weight of three hundred and fourteen they are the team of Derrick Daze and Lacy Gloria… DAZING GLORY! Derrick and Tommy!
Exchanging rights and lefts! Rights and lefts! Tommy with an Hair Pull Slam to Derrick. He bounces off of the ropes, goes for a running bulldog but Derrick
avoided it! Derrick quick to his feet but Tommy knocks him down with a Inverted Face lock Swinging Neck Breaker! Tommy goes for an early cover as the referee
slides in place for the count… ONE… TW… Kick out by Derrick. Both men are back on their feet and go back to exchanging rights and lefts. Lefts and rights.
Derrick and Tommy seems to be relying a lot on punches being speeders but like the old saying goes everyone has a good game plan until you get hit in the
face. Back to the action Daze finally get the advantage via a standing moonsault. The advantage doesn’t last long as Tommy executes a baseball slide roundhouse
kick and Derrick lands a drop kick. The fans are loving this high flying high risk match as chants of Rebel, Rebel break out in the crowd. Tommy and Derrick
continue to fight back and forth in what seems to be on of the most even matches we have seen in awhile. Tommy finally manages to back Derrick into the
corner and reaches out and tags in his brother who comes over sling shots himself over the ropes and delivers a flying clothesline. Jim goes for a quick
cover… ONE… TW… No, only a two counts as Derrick reverses and rolls him over as the referee counts… ONE… Only a one count as Tommy comes in to break it
up. Lacy rushes in the ring as all four participants are now in the center of the ring going at it. The referee is trying to get control back but being
a new referee is helping him as Dazing Glory and the Jonas Brother both just ignore him. The fans are loving it as Derrick manages to execute a standing
moonsault that knocks Tommy out of the ring giving Dazing Glory the opening they need to execute a serious of double team moves ending with the Dazing
Glory as Lacy makes the cover the referee counts… ONE… TWO… THRE… So close by no as somehow Tommy is able to make back inside the ring just in time to
make the save. Derrick is telling the referee it was a three count and even getting part of the sell out crowd to agree but the referee ain’t reverse his
decision and only thing Derrick managed to accomplish was giving the Jonas Brothers the opening they need to work in some double team moves of their own
and change the momentum of the match back in their favor as Jim is just out powering Lacy. The Jonas Brothers seem to have things under controls as Jimmy
plants a face first pile driver on Lacy before going for the cover… ONE… TWO… TH… No! A big no as Derrick Daze makes the save with a frog splash from the
top rope. All three participants are down but Derrick is the first one to his feet. He rolls Lacy over onto Jim for the cover… ONE… TWO… THRE… Another
save as Tommy comes to the rescue with his pickle daube laying Lacy out. A smile comes across both the face of Jimmy and of Tommy as they sense they may
finally have this hard fought battle in hand as blood continues to run down Lacy’s face. Jimmy reaches down to pick up Lacy to try and finish off the match
but Derrick charges the ring steel chair in hand. Jimmy and Tommy charge Derrick going for a double clothesline to neutralize Daze and his chair but Derrick
baseball slides under the double clothesline flips back up and lands a chair shot to both Jonas Brothers. There is now blood everywhere as medical staff
have found their way ring side to check on the participants after this match ends but that will have to right for now as Lacy is back on her feet and has
just tossed Derrick another chair and climb back in the ring with one of her own. Lacy and Derrick deliver a double chair shot to Tommy knocking him outside
the ropes and apparently out cold as the medical staff tend to him the action continues inside the ring as Derrick delivers a shot to Jimmy destroying
the chair and busting his head open even more. Lacy and Derrick executes a Dazing Explosion before Lacy goes for the cover… ONE… TWO… TH… Jimmy manages
to get a foot on the rope just in time as the referee was half way down with the three count. Tommy is still dazed but is awake outside the ring but it
seems he is not going to be any help in this match as blood continues to flow from his head wound. Meanwhile inside the ring Lacy has just executed the
“Gory Gloria” and Dazing Glory don’t seem to be done it as Derrick lands the BDS. Derrick covers after the “Glorified Combination” as the referee counts
but it should all be academic now… ONE… TWO… Tommy tries to come in for the save but it is too late as the referee’s hand come down for the… THREE. JENNY
JERSEY: Here are your winners via pin fall the team of Derrick Daze and Lacy Gloria… DAZING GLORY!

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JENNY JERSEY: The following match is schedule for one fall!A Call For Blood by “Hatebreed” cues up and Malice emerges from the curtain. Though his eyes
are focused ahead on the ring, the fans are cheering for the big REBEL rookie. Anyone who makes Mack and Jer$ey angry is cool in their book. JENNY JERSEY:
From the Red Hook section of New York, he weighs in at three hundred and ten pounds… MALICE!Ted Nugent’s “Stranglehold” cues up and the fans have a mixed
reaction for Calgary Jim. They’ve seen some of his antics in NAPW and they aren’t sure what to make of him. He walks down the aisle, eyes focused on Malice.JENNY
JERSEY: And his opponent standing six feet three inches and weighing two hundred and sixty-four pounds from Calgary, Alberta, Canada, CALGARY JIM! DING
DINGMalice is immediately on Jim with hard rights. This is going to be a match-up between two huge powerful men, with both men trying to gain an immediate
and quick ending using their brute strength! Malice with a headbutt to accompany his punches. Jim up against the ropes. Irish whips him across the ring.
Big boot sends Jim back to the mat! And Malice is immediately going to the outside. He reaches under the ring and pulls out a table. He slides it into
the ring just as Jim is getting to his feet. Big forearms to the back of Calgary Jim. Whips him into the corner. Jim hits it hard and bounces off. Big
clothesline from Malice takes him down! Now Malice is setting up the table. Jim standing again. Malice with a few knees to his gut, Irish whip. Malice
ducks his head. Jim catches him with a kick to the head! Jim off of the ropes. Clothesline takes Malice down! He picks up Malice and throws his head into
the table. Again! A third time… no! Blocked by Malice! Malice with an elbow to the gut. And he bashes Jim’s head off of the table! Again! A third time!
He whips him across the ring. Belly-to-belly through the table… no! Jim a headbutt that breaks the hold! Jim with a big hiptoss! Malice slowly gets to
his feet… only to feel a backbreaker over the knee of Calgary Jim! Jim picks up Malice and tosses his head into the turnbuckle. Pushes him off of the corner,
Irish whip. Malice reverses! Jim hits the corner. Malice runs in… right into a Big Boot! Short-arm lariat sends Malice down! Jim with a cover but Malice
is up at 1. Jim picks Malice up. A scoop and a slam! Picks him up again. He’s going for a piledriver! NO! NO! Reversed into a back body drop… no! REVERSED
INTO A SPINEBUSTER! Malice with some big boots to Jim. Picks him up! Fallaway slam! COVER!ONE! TWO!TH—KICKOUT BY JIM!Malice pushes him into the ropes!
Going for the belly-to-belly through the table. But here comes MACK! With a CHAIR! He swings it at Malice but Malice ducks and the chair hits JIM! Jim
falls to the ground. Malice kicks Mack in the gut. CHOKE SLAM THROUGH THE TABLE! He picks up Jim. DOWNWARD SPIRAL! COVER!ONE!TWO!THREE!JENNY JERSEY: And
your winner… MALICE! Malice stands over Mack’s body, a smirk on his face. Mack came down to hand the match to Calgary Jim but Malice must have been expecting
it because he knew exactly what to do! He lets the referee raise his arm in the air before leaving the ring, keeping one eye on the fallen Mack, sizing
him up for next week when he will have the chance to finish what he started!

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The Dukes of Hazzard theme song begins to play and from the back walks Trailer Park Ink. JENNY JERSEY: From Tulsa Oklahoma, at a total combined weight
of six hundred and ninety-nine pounds; the team of “THE TANK” DALE MONROE III and “ROADKILL” JACOB JENKINS… TRAILER PARK INK! Jacob points to a man who
is sporting a fresh blood pad on his arm and Dale stops by to ask him how the tattoo is doing. As they continue walking they spot another customer and
stop to inquire about their ink. “Tu Veneno” by Natalia Oreiro hits the speakers and from the back walks the lovely La Reina de los Mariposas to a good
pop. The men cheer La Reina, boo El Rey, the women boo La Reina and cheer El Rey; it is all such a good time. JENNY JERSEY: Making their way down to the
ring at a total combined weight of three hundred and eighty pounds, the team of LA REINA DE LOS MARIPOSAS and EL REY DE CORAZONES… CORAZONES Y MARIPOSAS!
El Rey and La Reina make their way to the ring and El Rey climbs in to start the match. DING DING La Reina stands on the apron of the ring, waiting for
her opportunity to get inside the ring as on the inside of the ring Dale and El Rey circle at each other. Jimmy Johnson waits for the match to begin between
these two. Dale with a big right hand that El Rey ducks under easily, showing his superior speed and agility. El Rey connects with a toe kick to Dale’s
ribs doubling him over as he clutches at his ribs. El Rey is there with a right hand into Dale’s face as he delivers a spinning tornado DDT to the mat.
El Rey quickly hits the ropes spring boarding back with a lionsault onto Dale’s back. He rolls his opponent over and makes a quick cover, but Dale raises
a shoulder before the count of one can even be reached. Dale with a right hand sends El Rey back from his kneeling position, Dale begins to get up to his
knees. El Rey hits the ropes spring boarding back with a spinning heel kick, Dale ducks sending El Rey down to the mat with a ring shaking spinebuster.
Dale tags in Jacob Jenkins and the two whip El Rey backwards into their corner. Jacob whips Dale in with a clothesline and as Dale connects, he drops down
to the mat as Jacob charges with a high knee lift into El Rey’s face. Jacob delivers a fist into El Rey’s midsection doubling the heartthrob over as he
loses his wind. Jacob delivers an elbow drop that sends El Rey down to his knee, but not both. El Rey swings wildly with a punch, but it only connects
with Jacob’s leg not phasing him. Another elbow drop sends El Rey down to the mat and brings in La Reina into the match. La Reina dives in with a steel
chair shot to the side of Jacob’s head sending him into his own corner; Dale comes in to protect his partner and friend. La Reina is there with a chair
shot for him as well and he is sent back outside the ring as quickly as he enters. La Reina drops the chair sending Jacob into the ropes, she bends retrieving
the chair quickly diving forward with the chair extended right into Jacob’s midsection. She is quickly in the ropes with a springboard chair shot to the
back of his skull and Jacob is sent to the mat. La Reina runs up the corner diving backwards with a moonsault landing across Jacob’s back. El Rey is up
and contending with Dale, who is trying to get inside the ring. Dale with a haymaker, El Rey ducks bringing Dale’s head under his armpit. El Rey lifts
Dale up and into the ring with a over the head suplex, but it definitely cost El Rey as he clutches at his back. La Reina looks at her brother and nods.
El Rey climbs one turnbuckle as La Reina climbs another, they stand diagonally from each other and leap with a 360 degrees splash into a legdrop across
the throats of Trailer Park Inc. Both La Reina and El Rey make a cover and Jimmy Johnson is there with a count. One… Two… Th–NO! Both men are able
to get a shoulder up just in time and this match must continue here at the Underground show. La Reina pulls Jacob up to his feet by the hair on his head
delivering stiff right hands into his face that would make any man proud. El Rey looks back at his sister and shakes his head at the brutality she is willing
to go to for a win. He turns back to Dale and is met with a big right hand to his face that sends him backward holding at his nose. Dale has fire burning
in his eyes and intends on putting it out or fueling it with El Rey’s body. Another right hand sends El Rey into the middle of the ring, he whips El Rey
into the corner hard and El Rey slams chest first. As he stumbles back out of the corner, Dale is there with a full nelson slam to the canvas. La Reina
has Jacob in the corner delivering stiff kicks to his ribs and she climbs up the turnbuckle padding delivering the ten punches. One… Two… Three…
Four… Five… Six… La Reina’s arm is caught in mid swing by a furious Dale. La Reina leaps from the middle turnbuckle with a spinning kick, but Dale
avoids the blow by ducking and slamming La Reina face first into the canvas. Jacob shakes his head and looks over to Dale, who smiles at his accomplishment
and says something about Jacob getting beaten by a girl. La Reina connects with a low blow with the bottom of her foot and Dale is no longer laughing at
his partner; he is clutching his throbbing balls and has turned a sickly shade of green. La Reina has gotten to her knees, blood streaming from her nose
from the front face type slam that Dale slammed her to the mat with, but she is grinning saddistically. She rolls Dale up but Jacob is there to stomp on
the back of her head quickly stopping the pin attempt. Jacob is standing over the two of them when El Rey comes flying with a shoulder tackle that sends
both him and Jacob to the outside. Jacob somehow lands on top of El Rey, driving the air right of his sails. Jacob gets up to his feet, pulling El Rey
with his motion slamming him face first into the guard railing, before whipping him into the ring steps. Jacob calmly follows his prey bending down to
grab a steel chair from under the ring; he folds it the way he wants it and brings it down on El Rey’s head the sound sickening as the metal folds with
the impact. In the ring, Dale has gotten back to his feet, still holding his balls gingerly; as behind him La Reina has gotten back up to her feet. She
dropkicks Dale in the back and it sends him over the top rope to the ring apron where he lays precariously on the edge of falling to the floor. La Reina
hits the opposite ropes clutching the top rope before flipping over with a leg drop across Dale’s throat that sends him down to the concrete floor below.
La Reina rolls back under the bottom rope and climbs to the top turnbuckle as Jacob brings the chair down again on her brother El Rey. La Reina dives from
the top rope with a crossbody, but Jacob glances this out of the corner of his eye and catches the lovely La Reina in mid flight. He holds her there for
a moment, before slamming her down with a powerslam onto the concrete. Jacob picks up the steel chair and brings it down on the bleeding head of La Reina
before turning to El Rey. El Rey, trying to get the advantage back, kicks out catching Jacob in the midsection causing him to drop the steel chair. El
Rey jumps from the ring steps delivering a DDT to Jacob onto the steel chair, it was a weapon, but it was just in the way. El Rey leaps up to the apron
before lionsaulting back onto the back of Jacob Jenkins. El Rey and Jacob begin to trade fists near to the ring as La Reina pulls herself up to a vertical
base, using the guard railing, and rolls Dale into the ring. La Reina stands With Dale worn down from the match La Reina goes into a Jumping Spin Kick
to the head continued into a Spinning Roundhouse Kick to the midsection and finally into a Leg sweep kick sending Dale toppling forward onto their face.
La Reina hooks in a Cobra Clutch Sleeper hold in the middle of the ring. Jacob dives inside the ropes, but El Rey grabs at his ankles preventing him from
interfering with a win for Corazones y Mariposas. Referee Jimmy Johnson holds up the arm once and it falls. He holds it up a second time and it falls.
La Reina has blood pouring down from her forehead, but she is holding on the cobra clutch sleeper. The arm is lifted for a third time and it…. falls.
DING! DING! DING! JENNY JERSEY: Winners of the match, El Rey de Corazones and La Reina Mariposas… Corazones y Mariposas!

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JENNY JERSEY: This match is scheduled for one fall and is a Non-Title Match! “Carbomb” by The Acacia Strain hits the PA and the crowd erupts into hatred
for the huge man that steps out from the back. JENNY JERSEY: Coming to the ring first, he hails from Glens Falls, NY and weighs in at 341 pounds…The
REBEL World Heavyweight Champion, Vincent Black!!! Black strides down to ringside, the World Title belt draped over his shoulder and a smug look on his
face. He passes a fan who is holding a homemade sign that reads “Vincent needs to lay off the doughnuts!!!” JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent…. The Acacia
Strain is replaced by the theme to the Beverly Hillbillies and the crowds boos turn into loud cheers! JENNY JERSEY: Hailing from Turkey Cross, Kentucky
and weighing in at 263 pounds….Cuzin Zeke!!! Zeke steps through the curtain and the fans shower him with cheers! The good natured hillbilly high fives
and hugs fans along his path towards the ring. Zeke climbs into the ring, waves to the fans and looks at an annoyed looking Black. Referee Dale McDonald
calls for the bell and this non title match is now official. The two men lock up in the center of the ring, neither willing to show weakness. Black starts
to power Zeke back towards the corner but the redneck shocks the bigger man by slapping on a side headlock. Black drives a pair of forearm shots into the
gut of Zeke but the hillbilly refuses to let go! Black backs Zeke into the ring ropes, drives in another pair of forearm shots and shoots him off the ropes.
Zeke comes off the ropes and hits the World Champion with a shoulder block! Vincent staggers back but is still standing! Zeke hits the ropes again and
this time clubs Black with a clothesline! Vincent staggers, stumbles and nearly goes down before regaining his footing and yelling at Zeke to “Bring It!”
Zeke goes for the hat trick and hits the ropes for a third time but Black quickly plants a big boot into the face of the hillbilly! Now it’s Black who
watches somewhat astonished as Cuzin Zeke is still standing! One, two, three stiff right hands from Black backs Zeke up against the ropes. Black takes
a few steps back and takes Zeke up and over the top rope with a clothesline! No sooner does Zeke hit the floor than the World Champion rolls out of the
ring to continue his attack. Black pulls Zeke up and whips him hard into the ring steps sending them crashing to the floor. Black goes searching for plunder
under the ring as Cuzin Zeke pulls himself to his feet. Black pulls a trash can out from under the ring and charges Zeke. This time it’s Zeke who gets
a boot up and he manages to kick the trash can back into the face of Black! Zeke rips the dented trash can out of the hands of Black and starts to club
him like a baby seal! Black is trying to cover up to protect himself from the series of shots coming from Zeke. Vincent drops to one knee as Zeke stands
over him. The trash can beaten nearly flat. Low blow from Black! As Zeke doubles over Black quickly nails a DDT onto the floor! Black pulls Zeke up to
his feet and rolls him back into the ring. before sliding

into the ring after Zeke, Black asks for and receives a chair from a fan at ringside. Black slides
into the ring with the chair but Zeke is ready for him. Short left hand from Zeke stuns Black! Big right hand soupbone from Zeke staggers the World Champ!
Zeke stomps on the foot of Black and the Champ drops the chair! Zeke whips Black into the ropes and drops him with a clothesline! The crowd is firmly behind
Cousin Zeke now as he looks ready to dish out some country whippin’! Zeke picks up the metal folding chair and smacks it across the back of Black! Zeke
tosses the chair away and rolls Black over onto his back and goes for the cover! One! Two! Black powers out! Zeke gets to his feet and starts to pull Black
to his feet when the Champ suddenly powers the hillbilly back into the corner! Shoulder block into the ribs of Zeke! Another rib breaking shoulder block
from the World Champ has Zeke gasping for air. Black reaches into his boot and pulls something shiny out. He shows it to the cameraman who is at ringside
and we see that Black has a frackin’ fork in his hand! Black measures his foe and jabs the fork into the scalp of Zeke! Zeke shoves Black out of the way
and staggers into the center of the ring. Black rushes him and again stabs the fork into the skull of Zeke! Zeke drops to one knee and blood is flowing
from his scalp down onto his face and shoulders. Black hits the ropes, readies the fork but gets taken off his feet by a modified spear from Cuzin Zeke!
Zeke grabs the fork that Black has dropped and waits for the World Champ to get to his feet. Black is up and Zeke jabs the fork straight into his ass!
Black yelps in surprised pain and the crowd gets a good laugh. Another jab from the fork straight in the ass check of Black! Zeke ducks under a right hand
and this time tags the World Champ with a shot to the head with the fork! Black drops to one knee and Zeke tosses the fork out into the crowd. Zeke hits
the ropes and drives a knee into the side of Blacks head! Zeke staggers over to the chair he used earlier, wipes the blood out of his eyes and holds the
chair up for all to see. Black is getting back to his feet when Zeke charges him with the chair. Spinebuster from Black! Black gets to his feet and looks
down at the dazed and bloody Zeke. Black drags Zeke up and positions him for his New Hope! It’s reversed and Zeke backdrops Black onto both the mat and
the chair! Zeke shoves Black off of the chair and yells for him to get to his feet. Black obliges and takes a wicked chair shot to the head! The World
champ is still standing even after a second brutal chair shot rings his bell! Zeke hits the ropes and wraps the chair around the skull of Black who drops
like a chopped down redwood! Zeke places the dented chair onto the chest of Black and starts to climb to the top turnbuckle! Mudpuddle from Cuzin Zeke!
The fans pop huge as the bloodied and battered hillbilly goes for the cover! One! Two! Three! The referee calls for the bell as Zeke has just pulled off
a huge upset! JENNY JERSEY: Winner of this match, Cuzin Zeke!!! The referee raises the arm of Zeke but the hillbilly sure doesn’t look like a winner as
blood covers his face and upper body. None the less he just pinned the World Champion in a non title match!

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“My Old Kentucky Home” by the Nappy Roots cue up and the fans rise to their feet, cheering for the Bluegrass Mafia 2.0, a team they have seen be a consistent
mainstay in the tag division, though as of yet unable to win the titles as a duo. The Kurtis brothers, minus Chad, emerge from the curtain, Matthew towering
over little brother Jonothan. JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, the challengers, at a combined weight of five-hundred and thirty-five pounds, the “Bluegrass
Badass” Matthew Kurtis and the “Bluegrass Heart-throb” Jonothan Kurtis, the BLUEGRASS MAFIA 2.0! “Cocky” by Kid Rock cues up and the fans cheering intensifies.
The one and only Chad Kurtis, wearing a Duke #1 jersey, emerges from the curtain, slapping the hands of some of his many fans, except for the one guy who
gives him the finger because he hates Kid Rock. “The Show” waits halfway down the ramp as “More Human Than Human” cues up. The fans are now going crazier
than ever as “The Nexus One”, wearing a Duke #69 jersey, emerges! He pumps his fist into the air and joins his fellow tag team champion as they make their
way to the ring unified. JENNY JERSEY: And their opponents, the REBEL Pro World Tag Team Champions, “The Show” Chad Kurtis, “The Nexus One” Rex Caliber…
THE REBEL ICONS!HOLY POP, BATMAN!DING DING Looks like Rexy and Matthew Kurtis are going to start things off. The smaller Kurtis’ are in their respective
corners, a sign of respect from the teams to one another. Rexy and Kurtis circling each other. Collar-and-elbow. Kurtis uses his size to power through
with a side headlock but Rexy quickly bows out of it, waistlock from behind. Quick elbows from Matthew Kurtis break the waistlock. The Badass is off of
the ropes. Clothesline, but it’s ducked by Rex! Kurtis off of the other ropes. Kurtis with a shoulder block that sends Rex down! Big boots to the back
of the Nexus One but he’s seemingly unaffected, getting up… but the Bluegrass Badass sends some forearm shots down his way that send him down. But Rex
with a double-leg takedown out of nowhere! Where the hell did that come from? And he quickly stands then lands an elbow to the inner knee of the big man.
Now he’s holding the Badass’ leg and doing a handstand! And he brings his knee down on his opponent’s knee! The Gymnast’s Knee Drop! Jonothan climbs up
the top turnbuckle. Rexy is going to walk right into a cross body block as he stands up… but here comes The Show! The Show catches his little brother!
And drops his neck on the top-rope! Jonothan stumbles around… Rex catches him in a waistlock. And the Show goes up top! He leaps off of the turnbuckle
with a horizontal diving headbutt that nails Jonothan! … right into a release German suplex from Rex! Rex with a quick cover on Jonothan but he kicks out
at two! Rex picks Jonothan up. Quick elbows from the Heart-throb! He runs over, dropkicks Chad back to the ground, then drop kicks Rex! He picks Rex back
up but this time it’s Rex with the elbows! Drop toe hold sends Jonothan’s neck against the bottom rope. And here comes Chad… runs across the ring, swings
through the ropes… It’s his version of the 619! It’s the 270! What a combination of maneuvers! The Show with a cover! But Matthew breaks it up! He is beginning
to favor his knee. Rex runs at him. He nails him with a Clothesline from Kentucky! The Show is back up. Matthew runs at him with the same Clothesline but
Chad back body drops him! He knows his brother too well! Jonothan gets to his feet as Rex climbs to his. J-KURT gets up and immediately locks up with “The
Show.” Immediate side headlock from Chad but Jonothan gets to the ropes and pushes his big brother off of him. Chad hits the ropes, springs back, ducks
a clothesline from the Heart-throb. Off of the opposite ropes. Jonothan ducks his head. But Chad jumps over him. Sunset flip! One. Two. Kickout! Chad gets
Jonothan backs up, pushes him in the corner, whips him. Reversed by Jonothan! But Chad jumps up on the turnbuckle. Back elbow! Ducked by Jonothan. Superkick!
But ducked by The Show! And out of nowhere comes Sexy Rexy with a huge clothesline on Heart-throb! And here comes Matthew who catches Chad with a scoop
and a slam! Matthew bounces off of the ropes. Big leg drop! But Chad moves out of the way. Shining Wizard! Matthew clutching his face. Chad off of the
ropes. Dropkick to the back of Matthew’s head! Now The Show is going up top. Senton to his bigger brother… but Matthew moves out of the way! The Badass
slowly gets to his feet. Grabs Chad by his head. Gorilla press slam! He has him up high in the air! Meanwhile, Rex is stomping a mudhole in Jonothan Kurtis.
He picks him up. Kick to the gut. Another. A third. High Cradle Suplex! One! Two! Thr– Matthew Kurtis breaks it up with a stomp while still holding Chad!
Rex falls onto his back. And Matthew drops Chad right onto his tag team partner! He throws Chad off of him and covers Rexy. One! Two! Thr—kickout! Matthew
picks up Rex and throws his head into the turnbuckle. Big headbutt! Another! Rex down to the ground. But before Matthew can stomp him he chops at his knee!
Matthew falls to the ground. Rex holding his head but manages to stand. A few kicks to the fallen big man. Now he’s applying the Nexus Cloverleaf—no! Matthew
kicks him away. Matthew trying to get up but Rex is on him with a kick to the back of the knee! He’s really working his knee! Grabs his leg. Drops an elbow
into it! And now he’s applying a kneelock. He’s really wrenching his leg. He really has his mind set on the big man’s knees. A smart move! Across the ring.
Chad is exchanging pinfalls with Jonothan. It’s obvious they have similar movesets since they spent so much time training together. Chad with a standing
moonsault but Jonothan moves out of the way then hits one of his own. Cover! One! Two! Thr—no! Kickout. Jonothan pulls Chad up but Chad hits him with a
jawbreaker. Drop toe hold sends the younger brother down. Asai moonsault onto the back of Jonothan! Flips him over. Cover! One! Two! Thr—kickout by the
Heart-throb! Chad pulls him up. Full nelson suplex! No! Jonothan flips onto his feet. Jonothan with a full nelson suplex of his own! He lands it onto his
brother! Asai moonsault! Cover! ONE!TWO!THR—KICKOUT!Rex has now releases the hold to help out his tag team partner. He grabs Jonothan from behind. Picture-perfect
release German suplex! He checks on his tag team partner. The REBEL Icons have a clear advantage over both opponents now if they can just figure out a
way to finish them off. Chad is regaining his composure while Rex sizes up Jonothan for something special. And it’s a Running STO! COVER! ONE!TWO!THR—MATTHEW
MANAGES A SAVE!Matthew hobbles back to his feet, clearly hurt from the knee shots, holding Rex’s bald head. He places him against the ropes, steps back
and forward, clotheslining Rex over the top-rope but Rex ducks it! And he back body drops Matthew Kurtis to the outside! Rex follows him out. Rex immediately
works on the knee of the big man again with vicious kicks while he is down. Now he’s… he’s got a steel chair! OWW! He jams it into the back of the Badass’
knee! Again! A third time! He tosses the chair to the side and is picking the big man up. Matthew definitely favoring his good leg. Rexy whips him into
the guard rail… no! Reversed! The Badass clotheslines Rex over the guard rail! The crowd is being parted by security as the Badass steps over the guard
rail. He picks up Rex. Big head butt sends Rex back down! He picks him up again. Spinning Sideslam! On the CEMENT! He is favoring his knee but somehow
able to still maneuver. He picks up Rex again… but this time his knee gives out! Rex has seriously hurt his knee! Both Rex and Matthew are on the cement,
trying desperately to get back to their feet. In the ring Chad Kurtis has got to his senses before his brother. Definitely showing his expertise there.
He’s going up top! Shooting star press! But Jonothan amazingly gets to his feet and hits a SUPERKICK! He was PLAYING DEAD! And he knew just how to counter
the SSP because he uses it as a finisher too! What a move! Cover of Chad!ONE!TWO!THR—KICKOUT!Jonothan can’t believe it, wondering what it will take to
put his brother away. He hooks him for the Facial Arranger! He nails it! Cover!ONE!TWO!THR—Rex with a TOP-ROPE ELBOW DROP! Rex grabs Jonothan. Total Annihilation!
COVER!ONE!TWO!THREE!NO!NO!Matthew Kurtis with a top-rope splash to break up the pinfall! You don’t see that often! He may have saved his brother but he
also appears to have risked his knee with the maneuver! Rex helps Chad to his feet. They’re discussing something. Chad is shaking off the effects of the
Facial Arranger. He doesn’t look in good shape, perhaps dizzy, but he is managing to climb the top rope! And Rex puts Jonothan up on his shoulders. CHAD
WITH A SPINNING WHEEL KICK! HOLY SHIT!They call that the Cloud Nine! Rex hooks the leg on J-KURT.ONE!TWO! Matthew Kurtis attempts to stand but falls back
down, clutching his knee.THREE! THAT’S IT!JENNY JERSEY: Your winners and still REBEL Pro World Tag Team Champions… THE REBEL ICONS!Matthew Kurtis using
the ropes to get to his feet now, clearly in a world of pain, pissed he wasn’t able to save his brother a second time. The referee is raising the Icons’
arms in the air! They take of their Duke jerseys and throw them to the crowd who is going absolutely ballistic! What a challenge brought on tonight by
the Bluegrass Mafia 2.0 but experience came through and helped the Icons defend their straps!As the fans begin leaving the arena for the night, a loud
‘REBEL PRO’ chant is heard throughout the arena and throughout its corridors and then onto the streets of Raleigh. But the fans have one other thing on
their mind…Will Bird of Prey be able to stop Mikey from beginning his offer to defend against anyone who will spit on the face of REBEL Pro Wrestling?
And if he can’t… who will cross the line to earn a shot?

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NOTORIOUS
04/14/2009
“All Black” by Plies quesues up and from the back to an enormous amount of booing walks “Young Money” Mack. He sneers out at the crowd as Jenny Jersey announces
who he is, as if the fans didn’t know.

JENNY JERSEY: From Paterson, New Jersey; he weighs two hundred and eighty-five pounds and stands at six feet eight inches…. “YOUNG MONEY” MACK!

The crowd changes their opinion of Mack as vulgur obscenities are hurled at him along with popcorn, porkskins, and other debris.

”A Call For Blood by “Hatebreed”quesues up and the crowd goes almost silent as the Rebel Pro newcomer walks from the back, his eyes firmly on the ring and
his opponent.

JENNY JERSEY: From the Red Hook section of New York, he weighs in at three hundred and ten pounds and stands at six feet ten inches… MALICE!”

DING DING

Mack and Malice stare at each other from mere inches away, both jaw at te other for a few moments. Mack connects with a right hand, Malice connects with
a right hand and now these two big men are exchanging blows right here in the middle of the ring and neither is giving an inch in the exchange. Referee
Jimmy Johnson looks on as they go at each other with rights and lefts, the thud of their fists sounding all the way to the back of the crowd. Mack connects
with Malice’s chin and it staggers Malice, giving Mack just enough time to wrench in a side headlock, a leg sweep and Malice is downed. Mack gets up, hits
the ropes, drops a leg onto Malice’s throat and begins to choke him in the middle of the ring. Malice reaches a hand to wrap itself around Mack’s throat
and he too, is choking his opponent. Malice begins to get up to his knees, Mack already being there, and these two men begin to exchange blows once again
in the middle of the ring; this time it is on their knees instead of their feet. Malice connects with Mack’s temple, the bodyguard stops for a moment which
gives Malice enough time to connect with a second shot to the temple. Malice is up to his feet and bouncing off the ropes with a big boot right into Mack’s
face, he goes down in a heap. Malice lifts Mack up to his feet, hooks him up for a belly to belly suplex and tosses him down as the ring shudders violently
from the impact of the two big men who just landed with a ton of force. Malice whips Mack into the ropes as he rebounds, Malice connects with a big time
boot to the face and makes the first cover of the match.

One… Two… Thr–NO! Mack kicks out with authority and the crowd shouts “Twooooo” as the match continues here at Notorious. Malice pulls Mack up to his
feet, but Mack connects with a big right hand into Malice’s midsection halting the progress. Mack hooks Malice up in a fireman’s carry and slams him down
to the mat. Mack falls backward on top of Malice and we have a second cover of the match.

One… Two… Thr–NO! Malice able to get a shoulder up from the impact of the fireman’s carry slam into a pinfall. Mack is up and pulling Malice to a vertical
base; Malice is willing. Mack grunts as he heaves Malice over the top rope and goes to the outside. Malice lands in a crumpled heap midway between the
ring and the fans at ringside. As Malice begins to get up to a vertical base, Mack hits the ropes diving over the top rope with a suicide dive taking him
back down to the concrete. The crowd is having a mixed reaction to this match; they are booing Mack and they don’t know really what to do about Malice
just yet. The move hurt Mack, but he is quickly regaining his bearings as he pulls Malice up, Irish whipping him into the ring apron. Malice reverses and
Mack’s back is slammed, forcefully, into the ring’s apron. Mack holds at his lower back as Malice is handed a chair from a fan at ringside. *THWACK!* the
chair connects with Mack’s head with authority, but he does not go down. THWACK! another shot, but Mack does not go down to even a knee, he staggers a
bit, but does not go down. Malice lines up his shot and connects with a steel chair shot right into Mack’s face and he is busted open. Mack’s eyes roll
up into his head as he staggers from the blow, then he falls down to the concrete floor. Malice looks stunned that he had to hit Mack with so many chair
shots before he went down; he tosses the chair down before walking over to his opponent. Malice begins to stomp away at the unconscious form of Mack when
his foot is grabbed and he is pulled off his feet by Mack. Mack is bloody as he straddles Malice and begins to rain down blows on the slightly bigger man.
These two behemoths throw punches like candy at a parade as they roll around at ringside and connect with blows, miss some blows, but they still connect
with vigor with each and every blow that is thrown. Mack connects with a series of rights that catch Malice off guard and he is up to his feet quickly
for a bigger man and pulling Malice up with him. He boots Malice in the midsection and sets him up for a vertical suplex and the crowd can’t believe it.
They can’t stand Mack, but they want to see if he can get the big man up and hold him there for a split second. Mack lifts and has Malic about half-way
up before Malice begins to kick hard bringing him back down. Malice grabs the knee pads of Mack and lifts Mack up backwards, the crowd cheers this move
as well; they don’t give a damn who gets hurt but they want to see a big man hurt the other big man. Malice is grunting from the strain and the veins on
his head and neck are standing out as he grunts and Mack is up! Mack is up!

“HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!”

Mack is up, he releases his hold on Malice trying for a counter, but Malice drops him squarely on his head. Malice stumbles forward holding at his lower
back and Mack holds at his lower back and head. The crowd is clapping for Malice, who looks shocked at this reaction from the crowd. Malice begins to dig
up under the ring for a weapon and pulls out a wooden table and he smiles. Malice turns back to Mack, who is trying to get up to his feet, but is having
some major trouble in achieving his goal. Malice simply waits behind Mack who is struggling to get up. Mack finally gets up to his knees, but Malice brings
the table down like a steel chair and clubs the “Young Money” superstar on the top of his skull and Mack falls forward blood streaming from the top of
his head now. Malice sets up the table and walks over to Mack turning him onto his back. Malice bends over, Mack pulls on the tights sending Malice into
the railing that breaks from the impact of the weight. Now there is no barricade for this section of fans at ringside and they absolutely love it. Malice
gets up to his feet as Mack does the same. Now, both men are bleeding from this fight as they charge like two overgrown bulls fighting over the same female
cow. Nothing has changedThey seem to have lost little energy as they slam brick like fists into each other just outside the railing. Mack whips Malice
into another section of railing that collapses from the weight of the big man’s weight and Mack is laughing as he slowly walks over to Malice. He bends
down andMalice with a throat chop halts his progress and Malice is up connecting with a right hand to Mack’s jaw that sends him backwards. Malice picks
up the broken section of railing, swinging it like a baseball bat connecting with the ribs of Mack bringing him down to his knees. Malice walks over to
his opponent and stomps away at the now injured ribs. Referee Jimmy Johnson looks down at his watch and hurriedly runs over to Jenny Jersey who is watching
the action. He whispers something into her ear, if we could all be so lucky. She pulls the mic to her lips quickly.

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, there is one minute remaining in this match.

Malice looks up at the announcement giving enough time for Mack to connect with a punch to the back of his knee and bring the bigger man down a notch. Mack
with a right hand to Malice’s temple and the newcomer is stunned from the blow. Mack hurriedly rolls Malice into the ring pulling him up for Lights Out.
Mack struggles, but is able to lift Malice up even if it isn’t the way he really wanted to. Mack makes a cover.

One… Two… Thr– NO! Malice kicks out of the pin and Mack is shocked that anyone could kick out of that, but he guesses it is because he was unable to
hit his finisher properly.

JENNY JERSEY: Thirty seconds remaining.

The crowd is anticipating it to get even more fierce here in the last few seconds of the match. Mack whips Malice into the ropes, on the rebound Malice
connects with a big boot to the face of Mack taking him down. But there is no time to waste as Malice pulls Mack up to a vertical base and goes for his
finisher, The Downward Spiral. Malice is able to hit a chokeslam, but maneuvering Mack for the stunner portion wasn’t possible. The chokeslam wasn’t perfect
either, but he can’t be too picky at this moment.

JENNY JERSEY: Ten seconds!

Malice hits the ropes quickly adding a leg drop and makes the cover.

One…

JENNY JERSEY: Five seconds!

Two…

JENNY JERSEY: Four Seconds!

Thre– NO! Mack kicks out, weakly, but he kicks out just in time.

JENNY JERSEY: Three seconds!

Malice just sits back knowing there is no way that he can win this match, but he is assured by the lack of timing that Mack cannot win this match either.
JENNY JERSEY: Two seconds!

A right hand from Mack catches him off guard as the final second goes away.

DING! DING! DING!

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and Gentlemen, due to the time limit expiring, this match has been declared a no contest.

The crowd cheers for this news? No, they are cheering because these two men are having none of the match being over as they are still going to town on each
other with rights and lefts. Mack is throwing a right as Malice backs him up with a right of his own. They switch positions as Mack backs Malice up the
entrance way with a right hand and Malice returns with aright of his own. These two must fight again one day, and it must be soon. Both Mack and Malice
fight into the back through the curtain and security is seen trying to seperate these two enormous men from each other. Like a one hundred and seventy-five
pound man could possibly seperate these two men. Jenny Jersey looks down at her phone and pulls the microphone to her lips.

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and Gentlemen, I have just been informed, via text messege, from Larry Gordon that these two men will go at it once again at Racin’
and Wrestlin’ on May 5 at the Darlington Raceway Parking lot!

The crowd jump to their feet at the announcement of the next event and they already know the first match for this show! They can’t wait for this event to
take place.

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“Baila Cassanova” by Paulina Rubio is heard through-out the Civic Center as Jenny Jersey introduces the next match and participants. The following match
in a #1 Contenders match

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first accompanied to the ring by La Reina de los Mariposas from Villahermosa, Tobasco, Mexico standing six foot four and weighing
two hundred and forty-five pounds El REY DE CORAZONES!

The fans cheer as the “King of Hearts” and his sister the “Queen of Butterflies” make their way to the ring. The cheers turn to boos as “Heavy Metal Machine”
by Smashing Pumpkins and Mikey makes his way to the ring

JENNY JERSEY: From Albuquerque, New Mexico he stands six foot tall and weighing two hundred and thirty-six pounds MIKEY MASSACRE!

Mikey makes his way to the ring ignoring the boos of the fans. The bell rings and as Jenny steps out of the ring, El Rey turns to say a few words to La
Reina, but Mikey wastes no time going on the attack. Barely missing Jenny, Massacre slams El Rey into the turnbuckles and pounds his head on the top turnbuckles
over and over. The initial impact even knocked La Reina off the apron. Mikey finally lets El Rey out on the corner by whipping him into the opposite and
following him in with a thunderous clothesline. Mikey pulls the slumping El Rey out off the corner and badmouths him the whole time before putting El Rey
back down with a quick snap suplex. He follows this with several vicious stomps and an elbow drop to El Rey sternum. Solidly in control Massacre starts
to bad mouth the fans flipping them the finger so they know what he thinks of them. Mikey turns back to continue the carnage on El Rey but is met with
a dropkick as El Rey has had time to get to his feet. Mikey gets to his feet but forearm by El Rey staggers him. An Irish whip by El Rey sends Mikey into
the ropes and after he rebounds he is meet with a Hurracarana and El Rey stands tall again. Looking to seize the momentum for good El Rey climbs to the
top turnbuckle and flies off with a picture perfect Moonsault that he calls Cabeza sobre los Talones and connects on Mikey as he just starting to get up.
El Rey gets to his feet and waits for Mikey to reach his but as soon as Mikey gets to his knees he low blows El Rey and follows up with a jawbreaker. He
stands and walks over to the side of the ring where La Reina is standing and argues with her before telling her in his own way that he thinks she’s number
one. Mikey turns his attention back to El Rey and is greeted by a beautiful Tornado DDT by the “King of Hearts. El Rey hits the ropes before Massacre can
collect his wits and slams into him with a tremendous rolling splash. El Rey celebrates briefly and as Mikey gets to his feet plants a Heart Kick right
into the middle of Mikey’s chest. Mikey goes to a knee and El Rey hit’s the ropes with the idea of landing a low drop kick on Massacre but has other ideas
as he meets El Rey coming off the ropes with a spear. Mikey backs off and lets El Rey get to his and takes them both over the top rope with a clothesline.
They both hit the floor hard and both get to their feet at the same time. El Rey tries to head back into the ring but is pulling off the ring apron by
Massacre and drops face first to the floor. La Reina comes over to check on her brother but Mikey gets between them and tells her to get back to her corner
or he’ll beat the hell out of her too. Turning his attention back to El Rey, Mikey starts to digging around under the ring and comes up with a metal chair.
The look on his face tells everyone that he has diabolic plans for the chair and El Rey.

Mikey stands over the fallen El Rey and brings the chair down four times with a sickening thud each time. Smiling sadistically Mikey tosses the chair into
the ring ignoring the jeers of the fans and pleas of La Reina. Massacre throws El Rey back under the bottom rope and into the ring. Mikey walks to the
corner and climbs to the top turnbuckle. Is Mikey going high risk? No he just takes another chance to flip off the fans and it cost him as El Rey recovers
enough to climb and take off the top with another Hurracarana. Both men hit hard but El Rey gets to his feet first and goes back on the attack. El Rey
plants Massacre with the Ca’do en Amor, his version of the Diamond Dust, El Rey is finally getting some momentum in the match he follows up the Ca’do with
a Lionsault . El Rey goes for the pin, referee Alan Stone goes down for the count…

One…

Two…

KICKOUT! Mikey scrambles to his feet and swings a right at El Rey but finds himself traps in the Arm Trap Standing Leg Lock. Mikey’s fighting for all he’s
worth and succeeds in reaching the ropes and as El Rey gives a clean break, Massacre fires right after right into the masked man face. El Rey is reeling
again and Mikey grabs him up in the Everplex, he version of the T-Bone Suplex and puts him down hard. Mikey slips behind El Rey to pick up the chair and
plants in El Rey’s gut. Mikey grabs El Rey up in a vertical suplex position and holds El Rey there for several moments. Finally after once again flipping
off the crowd he spins around and suplexes him down hard. Mikey with a cover, Stone with the count…

One…

Two…

El Rey kicks out! Mikey gets in the face of referee Alan Stone telling him to count faster. Stone tells him to back off and Mikey turns around in dropkick
from El Rey and lands on the mat hard. El Rey quickly up the top turnbuckle and flies off with a beautiful cross body that catches Mikey just as he regains
his feet. El Rey rolls off Massacre. But as Mikey regains his feet El Rey wraps him up in the Horquilla del Corazón (El Rey’s version of the La Majistral
Cradle) Alan Stone goes down to count again…

One…

Two…

Another kickout by Mikey! Both men make it to their feet and Mikey greets El Rey with four dropkicks to in a row and once El Rey goes down for the last
time Mikey throws three more dropkicks to phantom opponents and then stands in the middle of the ring beating on his chest. Mikey picks up the chair again
and blasts El Rey with it as he gets up. He slips behind El Rey and lifts him up in an Atomic Drop and then follows up with a Bulldog to the chair. Sensing
that El Rey is beaten Mikey picks him up off the mat (and the chair) and puts him back down with the Mannyplex. With El Rey more or less Mikey picks him
up and sits him on the top turnbuckle and positions the chair for his finisher. El Rey tries to fight back but Mikey explodes with the SELL-OUT. Mikey
quickly goes for the cover…

One…

Two…

Three…

JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner and STIIIIIIILLLL Number One Contender, MIKEY MASSACRE.

The fans boo as the number one contender makes his way to the back and in the ring La Reina helps her brother to his feet.

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JENNY JERSEY: REBEL Pro Wrestling fans, this next match is the World Tag Team Titles #1 Contender’s Match and it is scheduled for one fall! First…

“My Old Kentucky Home” by Nappy Roots blares over the few speakers located in the Civic Center in Anderson, South Carolina, as the Bluegrass Mafia 2.0 make
their way to the ring. Millicent and Lyndsay are also joining them tonight, each sporting casual attire.

JENNY JERSEY: … They weighed in at a combined weight of five hundred and thirty-five pounds and are the team of Matthew and Jonathan Kurtis… THE BLUEGRASS
MAFIA 2.0!

Matthew and Jonathan seem roaring to go tonight as their women take them by the arm and escort them to the ring. The crowd is behind them, but not too much
as a few “Go Back Home” and “F*** Off” signs can be spotted in the mass of fans. Matthew steps over the top rope and Jonathan decides to use the stairs
for once. They both meet in the ring whilst the women wait for victory outside, feeling the full effect of the crowd’s hatred for the “foreigners”.

“Everyone I Went to High School With Is Dead” by Mr. Bungle queues up and from the back walks Jim and Tommy Jonas to a much louder chorus of boos. The fans
seem restless tonight and are ready for some ass-kicking.

JENNY JERSEY: And their opponents: They weighed in tonight at a combined weight of four hundred and sixty-six pounds and are the team of Jim and Tommy Jonas…
THE JONAS BROTHERS!

Each of the brothers appear through the curtain with a spark and each with their signature item: Tommy and his pickelhaube and Jim with his gulf-war era
army jacket. On their way to the ring, The Jonas Brothers stop when they spot Lyndsay and Millicent. The two women begin walking away from the brothers,
but Jim and Tommy begin attempting to sweet talk them to come to their house later that evening. The girls aren’t buying it, but before they can lay them
a hard slap, Jonathan is thrown over the top ropes by his brother Matthew and splashes right on top of both Jim and Tommy Jonas.

The bell sounds for the beginning of the match as Matthew Kurtis exit’s the ring to take out The Jonas Brothers for messing with the women. He kicks Jim
Jonas right in the ribs and Jonas falls to his back in agony. On the fan barrier, Jonathan Kurtis has lifted Tommy Jonas onto his shoulders in an electric
chair and then drops him onto the railing FACE FIRST! The impact sends Tommy sprawling backwards and colliding with the ring and falling to his knees.
Jonathan is called by Matthew and the two brothers take out Jim Jonas with a double clothesline on the outside floor!

ROB MARTINEZ: The action is already heating up!

The two women are clapping for their men as Matthew and Jonathan roll Tommy Jonas into the ring for the first time tonight. Jonathan decides to stay on
the ring apron, but Matthew Kurtis wastes no time and lifts Tommy into the air and then slams him down with a GORILLA PRESS SLAM! The move sends a shockwave
throughout the entire ring and the crowd shrieks as Tommy Jonas pulls at his back like an injured dog.

Outside the ring, Jim Jonas has finally ascended to his feet and slips beneath the ropes and slaps Matthew Kurtis on the back. The big man turns and is
met with a dropkick to the face followed by a SPINEBUSTER! Jim Jonas manages to somehow lift Matthew Kurtis off the mat and slam him back-first onto the
canvas! Jonathan Kurtis slips between the ropes and takes Jim Jones over the top rope and himself as well.

Tommy Jonas waits for Matthew Kurtis to get to his knees, which he does, and then slams him back down to the canvas with a REVERSE BULLDOG! The move is
not too effective, but it sets him up for another move. Tommy Jonas begins climbing the ropes by stepping up the turnbuckle like a ladder and then flips
backwards and YOUR MOM!

WAIT! The moonsault leg drop does not work as Matthew Kurtis catches him mid air and slams him down to the mat with double leg slam! Tommy Jonas rolls beneath
the ropes and drops to the outside floor. Matthew Kurtis tags in his younger brother, Jonathan, as he ascends the ring apron. Outside the ring, Jim Jonas
is attempting to get in the ring, but Jonathan Kurtis baseball slides him back to the outside! Jonathan then ascends the top rope and calls for his brother
to chuck him off it! The move works… for a moment, but Jim Jonas dodges the flying Kurtis and Jonathan smacks head first into the outside floor!

Blood begins pouring out of his sensitive wound as he comes to and realizes what happened. Matthew Kurtis and Jim Jonas take their scuffle else where as
Tommy Jonas returns and pushes the bleeding Kurtis back into the ring. Tommy slowly lifts Jonathan from his back and then HAIR PULL SLAM! The move shows
no class as the crowd boos for the wimpy move. Tommy smirks and then begins stomping Jonathan Kurtis’ head into the mat, attempting to rid him of his last
ounce of blood.

ROB MARTINEZ: This is just getting to personal. I like to see violence, but not like this. He is defenseless and someone needs to stop this madness!

Outside, Jim Jonas has grounded the big Matthew Kurtis with the help of the guard rail. He slams Matthew’s face into it once, then twice, and for luck he
slams his nasal passage into the rail for a third time! With the big man out of the picture, Jim slides into the ring and The Jonas Brothers are ready
for the finish!

Before they end Jonathan Kurtis’ night, Tommy Jonas retrieves a small black bag from the announcer’s table and on the way back he lays in a few kicks to
Matthew Kurtis’ skull and it is noticed that Matthew is now bleeding form the skull as well. Once inside, The Jonas Brothers open the bag and reveal it
to be full of salt! Jim Jonas grabs the literally incapacitated Jonathan Kurtis by the arms and then Tommy begins pouring the entire bag of salt into his
open head wound! Kurtis is crying out in pain as the salt eats away at his scalp and the blood hardens in his open wound!

Jim Jonas smirks as he drops Jonathan Kurtis to his knees and then… ROCKY MOUNTAIN THUNDER BOMB! The gory neck breaker variation ends Jonathan Kurtis’ evening
as the spectacular ,move silences the once roaring audience. Jonathan Kurtis does not move an inch, but his older brother comes to his rescue before any
further damage can be done.

Matthew Kurtis is bleeding, but he’s still conscious! He lays in a BLUEGRASS MAFIA KICK TO TOMMY and then CLOTHESLINE FROM KENTUCKY TO JIM JONAS! The dual
moves swings the momentum back in the Bluegrass Mafia 2.0’s favor and Matthew Kurtis beats his chest like a silverback when he clears the ring of The Jonas
Brothers. The girls are attempting to wake Jonathan Kurtis, but to no avail. All seems well for the Bluegrass Mafia 2.0, but then the fun is ended when
Tommy Jonas retrieves the bag of salt and throws a handful of the menacing substance into Matthew’s face, his open wound receiving the blunt of the attack!
Kurtis falls backward into the ropes and digs at his eyes and the blood form his open wound pours out at a rapid pace when his heart begins pumping faster
and faster. Jim and Tommy team up once again and take down Kurtis with a double dropkick that sends him crashing over the ropes and onto the outside floor.
Lyndsey Valentine runs over to him for help, but Jim Jonas smirks at her and gives her a wink.

Back inside, Jonathan Kurtis is receiving another dose of salt to the wound as Tommy Jonas is grinding the substance deeper and deeper into the open head
wound. Jonathan isn’t even fighting back any longer and Tommy sees no point for continuing. Jim Jonas calls for his younger brother outside the ring and
Tommy brings the bag of salt with him. Jim wants some vengeance now and tells his brother to hold down the big Matthew Kurtis. Jim then begins grinding
the salt into Matthew’s own wound!

ROB MARTINEZ: This is unacceptable and something that I do not care to watch. These are good men and are getting ravaged by these two punks.

The end seems inevitable, but out of nowhere Jonathan Kurtis dives over the top rope and takes out both Jim and Tommy Jonas! The last chance effort is a
success as it breaks up the wild riot. The crowd is back on the Bluegrass Mafia 2.0’s side and Jonathan Kurtis tries to revive his brother, which proves
a success when Matthew Kurtis slowly ascends to his feet! Matthew and Jonathan both grab a steel chair form the announcer’s table, with Jonathan removing
Rob Martinez from his seat to get his own steel chair. Jim Jonas rises from the outside floor and TWO MAN CON-CHAIR-TO!

The devastating maneuver sends chills down each and every fans spine, including Tommy Jonas, who sprints off towards the exit ramp. Jonathan Kurtis manages
to cut him off at the other end of the ring with a smack to the face with the steel chair! Kurtis then proceeds to roll Jonas into the ring, where he is
met with a stiff kick by Matthew Kurtis. Matthew easily hoists Tommy Jonas onto his shoulders whilst Jonathan ascends to the top of the turnbuckle. Jonathan
dives off the top turnbuckle and clotheslines Tommy Jonas off his brother’s shoulders and both men fall to the mat below – THE KURTIS KRUSHER!

Jonathan Kurtis, the legal man, makes the cover and Referee Dale McDonald slaps the mat three consecutive times and declares The Bluegrass Mafia 2.0 the
victors of the match! Matthew and Jonathan Kurtis embrace each other in the ring, each sporting a nasty looking head wound full of blood and salt. Their
hands are raised and Millicent and Lyndsay enter the ring using the stairs and share a hug with each of the brothers. From outside, Jim Jonas pulls his
younger brother out of the ring by the boot and helps him to the back.

Each and every man put on his best performance in the match and the better men, for now, ended up the victors. There is always next time…

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“Lonely Train” by Black Stone Cherry ambushes the speakers as the crowd begins to boo heavily. Both Mark Kingston and Chris Sparx walk from the back and
make their way through the raining trash to the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: At a total combined weight of four hundred and eighty-seven pounds, MARK KINGSTON and CHRIS SPARX, SOLDIERS OF THE APOCALYPSE!

“Cocky” by Kid Rock ambushes the speakers and from the back to a huge ovation is The Show, Chad Kurtis. He stops just past the curtain as “More Human than
Human” by The X-cutioners blares to an equal ovation in the crowd. From the back walks Rex Caliber he turns his head and nods to Chad before they turn
back to look at the two men inside the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: At a total combined weight of four hundred and seventy-five pounds, they are the current Rebel Pro Tag Team Chammmpions, THE SHOW CHAD KURTIS,
REX CALIBER, THE… REBEL ICONS!

Both Chad and Rex hand their belts to a ringside technician before climbing into the ring, but not before wiping their feet on the ring apron; they stare
across the ring at Chris Sparx and Mark Kingston.

From Jenny Jersey, Mark Kingston receives a microphone and Jenny makes her exit via the stairs. Mark Kingston and Chris Sparx whisper to one another for
a moment and then Mark Kingston raises the microphone to his mouth and begins to speak.

MARK KINGSTON: Yes, the time has finally arrived! For close to four months we preached and we prayed for the apocalypse and it has finally arrived. For
close to two months now we have sat back and allowed you, the REBEL people, to make your own decision. We did not poke, we did not prod, and we allowed
each and every one of you to decide which side you would be on when the apocalypse came. This match, the match for the REBEL World Tag Team Championships,
is the apocalypse in itself. The side you choose will be the side you live with. Choose their side and stay, but choose our side and you will reap the
rewards. You see, tonight we will be crowned the champions of the world and thus our names will live on forever. After tonight, me and my partner will
be changed men. We will no longer preach, we will no longer pray, we will fight. We will defend those titles with honor and passion and we will win! Chris…
Chris Sparx, who was nodded in approval of each and every one of Mark’s statements, takes the microphone and begins his own speech. He steps forward and
faces eye-to-eye with Rex Caliber, someone he knows to awful well.

CHRIS SPARX: My brother is right in what he says. We will be the soldiers tonight, but the nobility tomorrow. For too long this bullet-proof vest has weighed
me down so I will trade it in for a lighter prize… those shiny belts you two men wear around your waist. Rex Caliber… me and you have fought before and
me and you have taken each other to a place no two men have gone before. Once before, long ago, you defeated me closely, but tonight will be different.
I see age in you that was not present when I last laid eyes on you in this ring. Tonight I have help and you have a buddy, tonight I have a brother and
you have a sister, and tonight I have a co-champion and you have a co-loser. Rex, be ready to be beaten.

Mark Kingston is handed the microphone and steps towards Chad Kurtis as Chris Sparx did to Rex Caliber. Mark raises the microphone to his mouth and speaks.
MARK KINGSTON: Chad… I have awaited this very match since my return to REBEL Pro Wrestling. Last year I vowed I would take a title from you, but it was
not that same title, but I do not care as I am not a greedy man. I’ve wanted to test my wits and my skills against you for far too long and it seems that
our brethren are waiting to do the same. So how about it Chad? Let’s just see who is the better man!

Mark Kingston drops the microphone and the Soldiers of the Apocalypse slowly return to their corner and remove their garb. They patiently await the beginning.
DING DING

Dale McDonald stands in between the two teams and orders one member from each team to their respective corner. I don’t know why because there are no rules
here, but he is a referee and is trying to maintain some sort of order here. Rex waits for Kingston to head towards their corner before he gets to his
corner. Dale McDonald stands there and nods as he backs up out of the way. Chris with a diving right hand sends Chad stumbling back, but Chad is throwing
a right hand as he stumbles backwards that connects with Chris’ jaw and these two begin to brawl; alot is on the line here in this match. Chris with a
left, Chad blocks delivering a right hand under the blow to Chris’ chin. Chad whips Chris into the ropes, but Chris reverses and as Chad hits the ropes,
Mark lifts his left leg, his boot connecting with the back of Chad’s head. The Show holds at the back of his head as Chris runs past him, rebounding off
the ropes, taking Chad down with a running bulldog. Chris doesn’t cover, knowing it is way too early to put out Chad Kurtis. Chris locks in a side headlock
on the mat, but Chad begins to force himself up into a kneeling position. Chris with a left thumb into Chad’s eye following up with a closed fist to the
bridge of Chad’s nose. Chris whips Chad chest first into his corner following up with a clothesline that slams painfully into Chad’s back. Chris tags in
Mark Kingston and there is a double team in the corner, no five count because there is no rules, so the double team is perfectly legal. Chris stops the
double team as the crowd pops, Rex Caliber has come into the match and is charging down the duo of Chris Sparx and Mark Kingston. Mark with a rear naked
choke on Chad Kurtis and Chris with a drop toe hold that sends Rex’s face into the heel of Mark Kingston. Chad is hanging in the ropes and Chris taps Mark
on the back pointing down to the rising Rex Caliber; Mark nods and bends down to help Rex up to his feet. Mark and Chris both hurl Rex over the top rope,
to the concrete floor below, Mark follows leaving Chris to work on Chad. Chris with a right hand to the back of Chad’s head before he turns him around
for a knife edge chop. Amazingly, the crowd does not “Woo” in response to the chop, but Chris doesn’t care and Chad is just in pain.

Chris pulls the weary Chad out of the corner and hip tosses him down to the mat before climbing up to the middle rope and landing on Chad with a double
axe handle smash to his midsection. On the outside, Mark whips Rex into the railing and Rex is slammed back first into the flimsy railing at ringside.
The Soldiers are dominating this match so far and the crowd is not liking it one bit. Mark lifts Rex back up to his feet, delivering a few well placed
punches to the jaw, and drops him throat first onto the railing. Mark turns back to watch the action in the ring. Back inside the ring, Chris lifts Chad
up to his feet and climbs to the top turnbuckle with his prey and he nods out to the damaged Rex Caliber, who is still bent over the railing. Chris leaps
from the top rope with a sit out side slam that he calls Chronic Crunch

and makes a pin attempt but Dale McDonald refuses to make a count because Mark
is the legal man, not Chris. Outside the ring, Mark turns back to Rex pulling him off of the railing.Rex with a beer bottle across the face of Mark Kingston
and he clutches at his bleeding forehead in pain as a few pieces of glass are glittering in his forehead. Rex pounds a right fist into the forehead which
drives the glass in further. Mark’s forehead is bleeding heavily now from the damage but he is trying to pick out the glass as he defends himself. Rex
whips Mark into the ringpost following with a running STO that sends Mark down to the hard concrete. Chris climbs to the top turnbuckle, looking down on
Rex, and he dives with a crossbody, but Rex catches him tossing him down to the concrete with a powerslam. Rex rolls into the ring to check on Chad, who
is now rising up to his knees looking a little worse for the wear. Mark and Chris are trying to gather their wits outside the ring when Chad is whipped
into the ropes and comes charging back at Rex who ducks down sending Chad flying up and over the top rope with a back body drop. Chad lands with a crossbody
on the duo of Mark Kingston and Chris Sparx sending them crashing into that flimsy railing that is supposed to protect the fans. Rex climbs out of the
ring and now all four men are outside the ring, Chad is getting up to his feet rolling Mark under the bottom rope to the inside of the ring. Chad climbs
to the top turnbuckle, backwards, and stares out into the crowd before nodding and connecting with the Best Moonsault Ever onto Kingston. Chad goes for
a cover and Dale McDonald is there with a count.

One… Two… Th–NO! Mark rolls a shoulder up. Rex whips Chris into the apron and follows with a front kick to Chris’ midsection before dropping a leg
across the back of his head driving it into the concrete below. Rex grabs for a steel chair and of course, finds one under the ring. Rex brings it down
across the back of Sparx, who yelps out in pain. Bringing the chair into a position for sitting down in, Rex sits Chris up for a piledriver and has him
up, his feet in the air when Chris begins to wiggle and squirm. Chris has countered the piledriver and now Rex’s head is right over the seat of the chair;
Chris jumps up and Rex’s head connects solidly with the chair as they both come down. Rex lays motionless off to the side as Chris lays face first on the
dirty concrete floor and looks to be totally out of it. Inside the ring Chad pulls Kingston up to his feet and whips him into the ropes, Chad goes for
a springboard clothesline, but is nailed in the face by the big boot from Kingston and all four men are down. Mark Kingston is the first to begin moving
as he pulls himself to a sitting position against the ropes. Chad isn’t moving at all, Rex is bleeding from the top of his head and now Chris is starting
to show some life on the outside as he crawls for the ring’s apron. Chris pulls himself up to a kneeling position outside the ring and Mark stands upinside
the ring, they both look at Chad lying there and the Rebel Pro Tag Team titles on the table at ringside. Mark whips Chad into the ropes before smashing
him back to the canvas with a spinebuster, he folds him for a pin.

One… Two… Thre–NO! Chad manages to roll up a shoulder just out of reflexive action. Mark can’t believe it, Chris can’t believe it, Chad can’t believe
it, no one in the arena who is watching can believe it as Mark sits there holding the legs of Chad Kurtis. But Chris has had enough as he slides in first
one chair then a second. Rex is still unmoving on the outside as Chris and Mark set up for a double chair assisted clothesline. Chad whipped into the ropes,
the chairs are out, Chad ducks under and as he hits the ropes, he springboards back with a split legged front kick that sends the chairs into Chris and
Mark’s face. Rex is moving now as he sees the move fron his kneeling position outside thee ring. Blood is pouring from everyone in this match and the canvas
is soaked with blood as Rex rolls into the squared circle to hopefully finish off the whole thing. Rex lifts Mark Kingston up and slams him down with the
Total Annihilation just as Chad connects with the CK Finale on Chris Sparx. So that the match is as legal as one can be in Rebel Pro, Chad covers Mark
Kingston as Rex covers Chris Sparx; Dale McDonald gets into position.

One… Two… Three.

DING! DING! DING!

JENNY JERSEY: Winners of the match and STIIIILLL Rebel Pro Tag Team Champions, the team of Rex Caliber and Chad Kurtis… The REBEL Icons!

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The ever-lovely Jenny Jersey steps into the ring to announce the next match, many of the men in attendance dog-whistling at her. She blushes.

JENNY JERSEY: Thanks, boys. The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and will decide the REBEL Carolinas Champion…

The fans pop a little for the title match. Flatts and Scruggs hits the speakers and out walks Cuzin Zeke to a nice ovation. He shakes hands with many fans
in the aisle way before sliding into the ring and throwing his hands into the air. Boy, did the REBEL fans miss Zeke.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing the challenger. From Turkey Cross, Kentucky, weighing in at two hundred and sixty three pounds! CUZIN ZEKE!

Cuzin Zeke stands in the corner, his focus attracted directly to the entrance way, and he does not look pleased. It’s game time. “Shipping Up to Boston”
by Dropkick Murphys hits the speakers and Sean Robinson walks out surprised to hear a good chunk of the crowd booing him for his strong words against Cuzin
Zeke this week. Carolinas title slung over his shoulder, Robinson doesn’t care, he meant every word he said to Cuzin Zeke. We’ll see if he can back that
up. He steps through the ropes and waves the Carolinas title belt in the air, just to hear some more boos, but there is still a good majority of the crowd
cheering for this up and comer.

JENNY JERSEY: Making his way to the ring, from Boston, Massachusetts, weighing in at two hundred forty seven pounds! The Carolinas Champion! SEAN ROBINSON!
Referee Alan Stone retrieves the belt from Sean Robinson, and calls for the bell.

Zeke is quick on the offensive, charging Sean with a forearm smash to the forehead, anticipating the bell. Sean is knocked back in surprise and pain from
the impact. Zeke isn’t done, and sends multiple punches and chops to the midsection and head. Sean tries to cover up but Zeke is just an animal tonight.
Finished obliterating Sean with punches, Zeke wraps his arms around Sean, and sends him flying across the canvas with a belly-to-belly suplex. Sean is
crawling to the ropes, trying to get some leverage, but Zeke is on his heels. Before Sean can reach the ropes, Zeke lifts him up and locks in a cobra clutch!
Sean is flailing, trying to escape, and he does, stomping on Zeke’s foot. Zeke hops on one foot, cursing in pain.

Now it’s Sean’s turn to get in a little offense, he rebounds off the ropes and shoulder-charges the larger Zeke, who goes down. Sean mud hole stomps the
crap out of Zeke for a few seconds and then grabs Zeke by the suspenders and yanks him to his feet. Zeke swings out of instinct and Sean ducks it, hitting
him with ROLLING german suplexes for his trouble. After the third suplex, Zeke is holding his lower back in pain. Sean Robinson, in complete control, grabs
Zeke by the legs and cinches in a boston crab. Zeke is in pain, reaching for the ropes. Alan Stone asks if Zeke wants to submit, and gets a great big loud
NO for his trouble. He’s up on his hands, walking toward the ropes like a sea lion, and Sean Robinson is along for the ride. Sean sits down deeper in the
hold, trying to get Zeke to go down, but he refuses. He’s reaching… INCHES from the ropes… GOT IT.

Sean is given no choice but to release the hold, but that doesn’t stop him. Soon after releasing the hold, Sean turns around and KICKS Zeke in the back
of the head. Zeke is temporarily dazed, and that’s what Sean wanted. Robinson rolls out of the ring and starts looking under the apron for a chair or a
table… and finds both. He slides the chair into the ring, and then slides into the ring with the table. He leans the table against one of the ring posts
and turns to find Zeke. Wait a minute. Where’s Zeke? Sean is asking the referee where Zeke is, Stone doesn’t know. Sean picks up the chair from the canvas
and wields it, waiting for a surprise attack. The table falls down behind Sean, and Sean turns around to see Zeke come flying off the top rope and CROSS
BODY Sean to the floor! What a move! Sean drops the chair and tries to get Zeke off of him. Zeke hooks the leg!

One!

Two–NOPE. Kick out.

“WE WANT TABLES, WE WANT TABLES, WE WANT TABLES!” chant the fans.

Zeke rolls away from Sean and sets up the table while Sean recovers, keen on giving the fans exactly what they want. He goes to get Sean, who has his back
turned–

FWHACK! CHAIR SHOT to the FACE!

Zeke goes down holding his nose, probably broken after that shot. Sean gets up laughing, and rolls Zeke over for the cover.

One!

NOPE! Kick out at one and a half.

Sean looks like he might complain to the referee, but he doesn’t. Instead he picks up a bloody Cuzin Zeke by the collar and Irish whips him into the ropes.
Sean goes to big boot Zeke, but Zeke ducks under and SPEAR! Sean goes down! The crowd goes WILD!

Zeke sees his chance and rolls Sean onto the table. Then, as quickly as the big man can muster, he climbs to the top rope. He’s signaling for it! MUDPUDDLE!
NO WAY!

Sean rolled off the table! Zeke goes through the table, nobody home!

“HOLY SHIT. HOLY SHIT. HOLY SHIT.”

Sean goes for a desperation cover.

One!

Two!

THREE!

Well, it would be three, if Zeke hadn’t kicked out at the LAST POSSIBLE SECOND! There’s still some life left in this guy!

“HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT.”

Time to put him away for good! Sean lifts Zeke to his feet, a mask of crimson covering the hillbilly’s face and leaking down into his shirt and coveralls.
Zeke is fighting! Right hook! Sean ducks under his arm and delivers a knee to his midsection! Zeke is groggy.

BOSTON CAR BOMB!!!

Referee Alan stone is there to make the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Zeke kicks out…

ZEKE KICKED OUT!

HOLY CHRIST!

BUT according to referee Alan Stone, he kicked out only a half-second too late. Zeke is like a freakin’ TERMINATOR! But it’s over. Sean grabs the title
from Alan Stone and leaves the arena quickly.

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner, and STILL THE REBEL CAROLINAS CHAMPION! SEAN ROBINSON!

The fans are on their feet. But it’s not for Robinson.

“HOLY SHIT! THANK YOU ZEKE! HOLY SHIT! THANK YOU ZEKE!”

Zeke nods at the crowd as he leaves the arena to the back, EMT’s checking on his nose, which is, you might have guessed, broken. Zeke is BACK ladies and
gentlemen. And he’s here to stay.

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

“Anthem for the Underdog” by 12 Stones hits the speakers and the crowd comes unglued!

JENNY JERSEY: Coming to the ring first, he hails from British Columbia, Canada and weighs in at 230 pounds….The Bird Of Prey!!!

Jacob emerges from the back with steely determination in his eyes. The fans along the aisle way lean out to high five him of simply pat him on the back
as he makes his way towards the ring. The Bird Of Prey climbs into the ring and smiles out at the packed arena, most of whom are chanting “Bird Of Prey!
Bird Of Prey!”

The cheers quickly vanish into a chorus of boos as “Carbomb” by The Acacia Strain pulses through the speakers.

JENNY JERSEY: And introducing the REBEL World Champion, he hails from Glens Falls, New York and weighs in at 341 pounds….Vincent Black!!!

The World Champion steps out from behind the curtain with a sneer etched on his face. He looks at the crowd with utter contempt and makes his way slowly
towards the ring. The REBEL World Title is slung over his shoulder.

Black climbs into the ring, locks eyes with his challenger and holds up the World Title for all to see. Jenny leaves the ring and Black hands off the belt
to referee Dale McDonald. As the referee raises the belt above his head and shows it off to the crowd you can cut the tension and anticipation with a knife.
The belt is handed off to the time keeper and McDonald calls for the bell!

The two men circle each other and they go in to tie up. Jacob ducks under the arms of Black and chops him across the chest when the bigger man spins around
to face him. Black looks down at his chest, then at Jacob and smiles. Another chop from Jacob and again the evil smile from Vincent Black. A third brutal
chop across the chest encourages the fans to unleash a “Woooooooo!” but Black simply reaches out and pie faces the challenger away from him! Quick as a
blink of the eye, Jacob hits a low dropkick to the knee of Black that defiantly gets his attention! Jacob is quickly back to his feet and connects with
a kick to the leg of Vincent who is trying to hobble away to get some distance between them. Another stiff kick from the challenger and Black actually
grimaces in pain as he tries to shield his left leg. Jacob backs the Champion into the ropes and tries to shoot him off. It’s reversed! Jacob slides under
the big boot, spins around and chop blocks the Champion in the knee and the big man goes down!

Black quickly rolls to the outside and the fans are firmly in the corner of The Bird Of Prey! Outside the ring, Black is up to his feet and trying to walk
out the stiffness in his leg. He never spots Jacob scaling to the top turnbuckle and readying himself to take flight. Vincent turns to get back into the
ring just as Jacob takes to the air and the World Champion is laid out with a flying cross body! Both men collapse to the floor but it’s the Champion who
looks the worse for wear. Jacob is back to his feet and yells for the ringside fans to “Get out of the way!” They don’t have to be told twice as they part
like the Red Sea. Vincent Black is getting up slowly and Jacob leaps up and using his amazing balance perches himself on the railing of the guard rail!
Moonsault by Jacob! Vincent Black catches him in mid air! The champ staggers back under the force of Jacob but keeps his grip on the challenger. Black
hoists Jacob up a little more onto his shoulder and then rams the high flyer shoulder first into the ringpost! Black simply drops Jacob to the floor and
stands over him.

Jacob is using the ring steps to pull himself up and Black “helps” by yanking the man up only so that he can send him bouncing headfirst off the very steps
he was using for support! A ringside fans tosses a soda at Black and security quickly rushes in and pulls the fan away from ringside. Black watches this
with amusement but never loses sight of Jacob who is again pulling himself back to his feet. Jacob is grabbed roughly and rolled into the ring, the World
Champion hot on his heels. Black grabs Jacob pulls him up and slams him hard in the center of the ring. Black hits the ropes and goes to drop an elbow
only to have The Bird of Prey

roll out of the way at the last second! Black is up quickly and drops another elbow. Another miss! Jacob is up and Black
is getting up quickly as well. Jacob springboards off the second ring rope, twists his body in mid air and catches the bigger man with a beautiful tornado
DDT!

Black is down in the center of the ring and Jacob rolls him over for the cover!

One!

Two!

Black easily powers out!

Jacob rolls to the outside and goes searching for something under the ring. Inside, Vincent Black is getting to his feet but has a glassy look in his eyes.
A pop from the crowd and we see that Jacob and pulled two chairs out from under the ring! Jacob, with the chairs in tow, rolls back into the ring and quickly
gets to his feet. The Champion is waiting for him and takes a step towards his challenger only to have Jacob casually toss him one of the chairs! Black
easily catches it and looks at it confused. That lasts for about a second because Jacob swings the remaining chair at Black and with a loud CLANK the chair
Black is holding flies back into his face! Vincent drops the chair he was holding and covers his face with both hands. Jacob cracks his chair across the
leg of Black and the big man drops to one knee! Jacob sets the chair up in front of Black, hits the ropes and takes to the air using the chair as a springboard.
Again Black somehow catches him in mid air! Fallaway slam from the Champion!

Black gets to a vertical base and grabs the chair Jacob had set up. It doesn’t take a fool to see that the big man is favoring his leg from the constant
assaults from Jacob and the Champion is ready for some payback. Jacob is up. WHACK! The chair shot to the cranium puts him back down. Black grabs an arm
of Jacob and drags him to the center of the ring. The REBEL World Champion places the chair over the crotch of Jacob, hits the ropes and drops a heavy
elbow onto the chair! The men in the crowd groan and Jacob curls up in the fetal position! Black slowly gets up and is greeted with a nice loud chant of
“(BLEEP)!” (BLEEP)!” From the crowd. Black, being ever classy shoots the double bird to the crowd and pulls Jacob to his feet. A brutal short arm clothesline
from the big man puts Jacob back on the mat! Black drops to his knees and goes for a sloppy cover on his man.

One!

Two!

Jacob kicks out to the delight of the fans!

Black drives a trio of hard right hands to the head of Jacob and again goes for the cover!

One!

Two!

Again Jacob kicks out!

Black is starting to look pissed and this time he actually hooks the far leg and screams for the referee to count!

One!

Two!

Thr-NO!

Jacob gets a shoulder up!

Black practically yanks Jacob off the mat and slings him towards the near corner. Whisper in the Wind from Jacob! The move was so sudden it not only shocked
Black but the crowd as well! Jacob scrambles to his feet, looks at the fallen Vincent Black and hits a picture perfect standing Shooting Star Press!

Jacob doesn’t go for the cover though as he rolls over to where Black dropped the chair and plucks it off the mat. The Bird Of Prey places the chair across
the massive chest of The Champion and hits another beautiful Standing Shooting Star Press! Jacob shoves the chair off of Black and covers the big man.
One!

Two!

Black kicks out!

Jacob rolls out to the ring apron and pulls himself up. Black is slowly getting to his feet as well and is caught with a spingboard seated senton that puts
him back onto the mat! Jacob hooks a leg as the referee (and the crowd) counts!

One!

Two!

Thr-No!

Black powers outs!

A collective sigh goes through the arena but Jacob doesn’t look worried. He gets to his feet and raises his hand as he shouts, “one more?” A huge pop in
approval! Again Jacob steps out onto the ring apron and waits as Black is getting to his feet. Jacob springs up to the top rope and takes flight….Straight
into waiting arms of Vincent Black! Double Handed chokeslam from The World Champion! Black drops to his knees and rolls out of the ring as Jacob lays motionless.
On the outside Black gets a rare pop from the crowd as he pulls a table out from under the ring! A “We Want Tables!” chant breaks out and Black looks happy
to comply. Black sets on end of the table on the ring apron and props the other end up on the guard railing before rolling back inside. Jacob is getting
back to his feet when he takes a boot to face that drops him. Black pulls the much smaller man to his feet, hoists him up into a splash mountain position
and with an evil grin sends Jacob sailing through the air with an Awesome Bomb out of the ring and through the table!

The table chant is quickly replaced by a “Holy Shit!” chant as Jacob lays motionless under the debris of the table. Black hobbles around the ring, his arms
outstretched and a grin on his face, a man proud of his work. Black climbs out of the ring and down to the floor. Shoving aside the referee, who is checking
to see if Jacob can continue, Black extracts his foe from the floor. Black rolls Jacob into the ring and The Bird Or Prey looks like a rag doll. Black
confidently climbs back into the ring and signals that the end is indeed near. Black pulls a nearly lifeless Jacob up and shoves his head between his legs.
The set up for his New Hope finisher. Unseen by Black though, Jacobs hand finds one of the chairs he brought into the ring early and holds onto it for
all he’s worth.

Black goes to hoist Jacob up and is greeted with a chair shot to the skull! Black releases the hold and amazingly Jacob lands on his feet and still clutching
the chair. BLAM! Another chair shot across the skull has Black reeling! Jacob goes back back back back and crunches the chair against the skull of Black
dropping The World Champ to the mat! Jacob tosses away the dented to Hell chair and sags against the ropes for support. Jacob shakes his head to clear
the cobwebs and then heads to the near corner. Black isn’t moving, but Jacob is, as he’s climbing to he top rope. The fans are all on their feet and watch
as The Bird Of Prey takes to the air and hits his patented “SMW!!!” He hits it perfectly and hooks the leg as the referee starts his count! The fans count
along with the referee, the building shaking with their collective voices!

One!

Two!

Black just gets his shoulder up but the referee can’t stop in time!

Three!?!?

The place explodes as Jacob leaps to his feet having found new energy! The referee is wildly waving his arms and signaling that it was a count of two!

Jacob hits the nearest corner and climbs to the second rope his face a huge smile of accomplishment! The crow is confused though, they see Jacob celebrating
and they also see Dale McDonald waving off the count and saying it was just a two count! The referee hurries over to Jacob, grabs him by the leg and tries
to tell Jacob what has happened. Jacob looks shocked, then pissed as he drops from the turnbuckle, gets in the referees face and then turns his attention
back to Vincent Black.

Big Boot to the face! Jacob never saw it coming, in fact all eyes were on Jacob and the referee and no one noticed the big man get back up. Jacob is on
spaghetti legs and Black quickly hooks him and delivers his New Hope powerbomb! The booing is deafening as the referee drops down for the count.

One!

Two!

Three!

The referee calls for the bell and the crowd is livid!!

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of this match, and STILL the REBEL World Heavyweight Champion….Vincent Black!!!!

Black slowly gets to his feet, takes the belt from the referee and stands over a defeated Bird Of Prey!

Black looks straight at the camera and points to the World Title. Come and get it he seems to be gesturing.

Come

and

Get

it.

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