Don’t Get Mad, Get Even – 08/07/2007

Don’t Get Mad, Get Even
08/07/2007
It’s 6:30 and REBEL has come to Durham, NC! The crowd is steadily filing in and it looks like it could be a sell out. The Bluegrass Mafia and Manny X are
on the merchandise table selling tee shirts & DVDs. The REBEL Tag Champs, The Brat Pack are posing for pictures and signing autographs by the ring. Warren,
Assman & Mr. Berserker are all in the ring, Assman trying to show the Circle K Nordic Connection the “ass wiggle.” Rob Martinez and the ever lovely Jenny
Jersey come out from backstage and happily make small talk with the ringside fans. Security is extra tight tonight due to the Fans Bring The Weapons Match.
A trash can lid makes it in, but the chainsaw doesn’t. Hey even in REBEL you have to draw the line someplace! The place is packed and the crowd is hot!
It’s seven o’ clock…Do you know where your kids are?

They’re in Durham getting ready to watch REBEL action!

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

ROB MARTINEZ: REBEL has come to Durham!!

Cheap pop, but who cares? Mick Foley does it all the time!

ROB MARTINEZ: Tonight two championships will be on the line, as well as the #1 Contenders Trophy!

The crowd start up a “We want Wrestling!” chant!

ROB MARTINEZ: Okay I get the idea! Let’s get this show started!

Another cheap pop from the crowd! No wonder Rob makes the big bucks.

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“Attack” – 30 Seconds to Mars hits the arena’s speakers. FEAR enters smiling. He strolls to the ring, to an excellent fan reaction.

JENNY JERSEY: The following contest is a Three Way Dance and is the opening contest for REBEL-Pro’s Don’t Get Mad, Get Even Card. Introducing first, weighing
in tonight at 225 pounds. He is FEAR.

Fear rolls into the ring. As he does so “The Imperial March” by John Williams plays, and Jason Cruise begins strolling to the ring with his manager Tony
Mouth. The crowd starts booing and dissing him. He ignores this and focuses on FEAR.

JENNY JERSEY: And introducing his opponent. From Boston. Weighing in at 245 lbs. Followed to the ring by Tony Mouth. He is JASON CRUISE.

As Jason rolls into the ring, Fredrick begins attacking him with a series of stomps. As he does so “Bullet With A Name” by NonPoint hits the arena as the
third competitor in this match comes to the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: And finally. He hails from Richmond, Virginia. MARK KINGSTON.

Seeing the carnage in the ring Kingston sprints to the ring and joins in on the assault on the rookie Cruise. Alan Stone, the referee for the match, calls
for the bell.

ROB MARTINEZ: This match is now underway. All three wrestlers are primed and ready, and the two veterans are already taking it out on the NAPW and REBEL
rookie, Jason Cruise.

The two veterans have finally pulled Jason to his feet, before falling him with a double Vertical Suplex. But before they can do anything else to the as
yet untested REBEL rookie, FEAR starts brawling with Kingston. As they do so, Cruise raises to his feet. Jason charges the two REBEL stars, but gets double
hip tossed over the ropes for his trouble, landing splat on the floor.

FEAR looks over at Cruise, smiling and lets out a snort of pleasure. As he turns he is met with a Super-kick to the point of the jaw. Fredrick falls back
onto the ropes, and is hit with a series of Ric Flair style knife edged chops to the abdomen. With each chop the crowd chants out “WWWWHHHHHOOOOOOOO!”
FEAR feels the pain of each chop, and crumples to the mat. Kingston applies a Camel Clutch, applying pressure to the back.

ROB MARTINEZ: Kingston focusing on the back here with that Camel Clutch.

Kingston keeps the hold applied, applying more and more pressure to the back of Armand-Romano, who screams out in pain. And out of nowhere comes Jason Cruise
with a perfectly executed Missile Dropkick to the face of Mark forcing him to release the hold.

ROB MARTINEZ: That Missile Dropkick took out everyone!

Cruise is the first one to make it to his feet. He observes the two downed men, he decides to take down the injured FEAR and rolls Kingston out of the ring.
Cruise drags FEAR to his feet, and quickly flattens him with a rather effective Tiger Suplex. Jason continues to

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work the back of FEAR by rolling him over
and dropping an elbow into the spine. Jason pulls him into a Bow & Arrow hold, pressuring the back. Stone orders Cruise to release the hold. As Cruise
does so, his manager Tony Mouth calls to Stone to come check on Kingston. As Alan does so, Mouth silently moves away, he slides a chair into the ring.
ROB MARTINEZ: Looks like things could get a bit messy, with that chair in the ring. Is this the time that FEAR is going to get Pwnd!?

Indeed it is. FEAR gets to his feet, Cruise whips off the ropes, and hits the running Chair Shot to the head of FEAR. The crowd yells “PWND!” Fredrick falls
down flat. Mark is back to his feet outside the ring, and gets back in to face the chair welding Jason Cruise. Tony Mouth keeps the referee distracted
outside the ring. Again Cruise whips off the ropes, and eats foot as Kingston unleashes his Big Boot. Cruise is meet with the Richmond Lariat. Mark goes
for the pin

One…

Two…

KICKOUT!

ROB MARTINEZ: A quick kickout by the Boston Native. Obviously the make their wrestlers tough out that way.

Kingston gets to his feet, but doesn’t stay there long as he is meet with the steel chair from FEAR. Cruise makes to his feet, but is hit with the chair.
FEAR places the chair under Jason, and ascends the top rope. He takes flight with the Frog Splash, he hooks the leg for the cover.

Unfortunately Alan is still on the outside, in conference with Tony Mouth. FEAR gets to his feet, he heads towards Alan and Tony, and yells out “C’mon ref.
I want to make a pin.” Stone rolls back into the ring, much to Tony’s dismay. FEAR is met with a Cruise Control. Jason takes to the skies with a Air Cruise
moment, as he crashes into the mat. Fredrick managed to roll out of the way, at the last moment. FEAR takes a stand on the top turnbuckle, and as Jason
Cruise rolls onto his back, FEAR unleashes a Frog Splash of his own. He makes the cover. One…Two….Three!

JENNY JERSEY: Jason Cruise has been eliminated by way of pinfall. The contest is now a singles match.

Tony Mouth is irate, as Jason Cruise rolls out of the ring, and hobbles to the back. Mouth is bitching and moaning to Jason about losing this “opportunity”.
Mark Kingston and FEAR both raise to their feet. FEAR gestures to the now cheering crowd. Kingston nods in respect. The two fighters tie up, with Kingston
using his size and weight to whip FEAR to the ropes. Fredrick ducks under a clothesline attempt, and is laid flat with a Spinebuster, focusing on the back
of FEAR. Kingston goes for a cover but FEAR kicks out at two. Kingston pulls FEAR to his feet and hits a gut wrench suplex.

ROB MARTINEZ: Kingston has the definite power edge, while FEAR has the…Weird factor going for him.

Kingston waits for FEAR to get to his feet and then hooks him for an exploder suplex. Elbow to the jaw by FEAR! Jawbreaker from FEAR! He’s on a roll! A
snapmare sends Kingston down to the mat in a seated position. Spingboard leg lariat from Fear! One! Two! Kick out by Kingston! Kingston fights his way
to his feet as FEAR comes off the opposite ropes with a cross body attempt. Kingston catches FEAR in mid air and crushes him with a snap powerslam! Another
cover! One! Two! Fear rolls a shoulder breaking the count!

ROB MARTINEZ: FEAR Is doing his best to hold on against Kingston!

Kingston pulls FEAR off the mat and tries for a suplex. It’s blocked! FEAR drives a knee into the ribs of Kingston and follows up with a modified DDT! FEAR
heads to the nearest turnbuckle and leaps to the top rope. Frog Splash! FEAR hooks the leg!

One!

Two!

Kingston kicks out!

FEAR questions the referee about the count but the man in the zebra shirt stays firm. Kingston is starting to get to his feet when FEAR spins around and
rolls him up for a pin!

One!

Two!

Again Kingston kicks out!

FEAR again goes to the nearest turnbuckle, leaps up to the top like a cat and waits as Kingston gets to his feet. Blockbuster from FEAR! FEAR starts to
go for a cover but stops. All eyes turn to the entrance ramp where Eli Potts is standing. FEAR gets to his feet and starts yelling at Potts to “go to the
back!” Behind FEAR Kingston is back to his feet. Fear turns and takes a big boot to the face that’s followed up by The Richmond Lariat! A cover!

One!

Two!

Three!

ROB MARTINEZ: Damn Eli! He came out here just to distract FEAR and make him lose focus.

JENNY KERSEY: The winner of this match….Mark Kingston!!!

Potts has slipped backstage and Kingston is looking down at FEAR. Kingston offers his hand and he helps FEAR to his feet. The fans clap as the two men shake
hands.

ROB MARTINEZ: Another great win for Kingston! Can anyone stop this guy?

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“I AM THE MAN, BABY, THAT’S WHAT I AM I AM A STRAIGHT SHOOTER WITH A MASTER PLAN…”

With that, Stylin’ Kyle Roberts enters through the curtain, the REBEL Heavyweight championship on his shoulder. He’s dressed to the nines, wearing a light
gray suit with a bright green dress shirt, no tie. His temple is bandaged, but there’s no mistaking the grin of a cat who’s got a canary in his mouth.
ROB MARTINEZ: It was one week ago today that Kyle Roberts managed to break that glass ceiling put in place by Rex Caliber. And you folks are looking at
the first-ever REBEL WORLD Heavyweight champ walking to that ring!

The reaction’s a bit mixed. Sure, people are glad that Rex no longer has the title, but to see Kyle Roberts wear it? Some REBEL rousers aren’t cottoning
to that. Kyle gets into the ring, and is handed a mic.

KYLE ROBERTS: Hello, REBEL! How was your week? Mine was pretty freakin’ good!

Laughter from the crowd.

KYLE ROBERTS: Well, it finally happened. After a match to determine who would compete for the REBEL championship, and after a title match against the big
guy, I finally triumphed. It might have taken me more attempts than I would have liked, but you’re looking at the new champ. Not only that, but winning
this belt in Australia gave me bragging rights at being the first true world champ that REBEL’s seen! And that’s something NAPW didn’t do first!

A cheer from the rousers. Hooray REBEL! Give that snooty NAPW something to cry about!

KYLE ROBERTS: Now, I’m just here to tell you that I will lead REBEL into a new golden age, people! I’m going to give this title honour! I’m not going to
sully the name of this federation by giving you boatloads of run-ins, beatdowns, and shenanigans. I’m going to defend this title by beating my opponents
in the middle of the ring, by Fusion or Beartamer, whatever keeps my opponent down! I’m going to be a fighting champion! You’re not going to see me turning
into a jackass of the highest Caliber!

And, as such, next week, at Criminal Intentions, I will have my first title defense against the man know as Murcielago. And after that? I go to Japan to
give this title more press and prestige than it’s ever seen before!

So what does this mean for the Commonwealth? Kyle Roberts, Bobby O’Brady, Miranda? We’ll be staying together, of course. Just because there’s a no-rematch
clause signed by both me and Rex Caliber, I don’t think I’ve seen the last of him. Have you seen his online promos? He’s gone cookoo for Cocoa Puffs! If
he can’t go for the title, I’m sure I’ll see some Crimes member yelling for their shot. You know what? Bring it, bitches. I don’t care if it’s Rees, Cash,
or both members of the Foundation! With last week’s match in Onslow, we’ve seen the Crimes lose the last of their precious titles! They’re down to a shell
of their former selves! And I know that a man without a title is a hungry, hungry hippo. It’s in my best interests to keep the Commonwealth alive and healthy.
What kind of man would I be if I dropped the people who helped me get to where I am?

A noticeable “Bruce the Beast!” chant is heard. Kyle points in the direction of the chant.

KYLE ROBERTS: Touche. But I’m not the man I was back in NAPW. Hell, I’m not the man I was eight days ago! I’m Kyle Roberts, and I’m YOUR REBEL world champ!
And if you’re not down with that, get to steppin’!

With that, Kyle slides out of the ring and walks back up the ramp to the curtain, as some fans pat his back on the way up.

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Back to the ring, two teams have already made their entrances. The fans are busy heading to the concession booth, buying t-shirts or going outside for
a smoke, and nobody’s rushing back in for a few unknowns…

JENNY JERSEY: The following match-up is a special REBEL Pro try-out match-up! Introducing first at a total combined weight of 421 pounds… the team of
Ricky and Randy, the Rest and Relaxation crew! And their opponents, weighing in at a combined 571 pounds… the team of Super Wild Immortal-Man and Desert
Scorpion, collectively known as The Freedom Rainbow Warriors!

Ricky of the R&R Crew starts things off with Super Wild Immortal-Man. Ricky, clad in his baggy jam shorts over his First Wrestling Singlet™ and flip-flops
combo ,tries to lead the crowd in a clap. Which gets a half-hearted response. Randy shouts out some encouragement as Ricky steps in to lock up with the
wild, dreadlocked creepy looking Super Wild Immortal-Man. Super Wild Immortal-Man easily overpowers Ricky and shoves the man to the corner, then sneers
at the crowd. A few scattered boos and chuckles meet his attempt at heat.

ROB MARTINEZ: Two up-and-coming young teams in the Carolinas here tonight, competing to show the REBEL brass that they deserve a roster spot! They’re sure
having a hard time with this tough REBEL crowd, though. Super Wild Immortal-Man with the strength advantage sends Ricky to the ropes!

Ricky ducks the lariat and rebounds, leapfrogging SUPER WILD IMMORTAL-MAN. Rebound again, this time Ricky ducks beneath Super Wild Immortal-Man’s legs.
Dropkick to the chest of Super Wild Immortal-Man! Another one! Ricky has the big man teetering, tags in Randy! Double drop-kicks by the Rest and Relaxation
Crew send Super Wild Immoral Man into his corner, where he tags in partner Desert Scorpion. Soldier comes in, met with a rush by both members of the Crew.
They send him to the ropes — Desert Scorpion kills both guys dead with a double clothesline! He picks up Randy for a powerbomb, Ricky hits him in the
back! Here comes Super Wild Immortal-Man back into the ring!

ROB MARTINEZ: Katey, bar the door, it’s a pier-six brawl here! Referee is losing all control, but hold the phone, somebody is coming through the crowd!
That’s Tommy Deathrow and Jake Phoenix, what are they doing here?

The crowd suddenly responds BIG-TIME. Randy looks around, thinking it was in appreciation of his DDT on Desert Scorpion… only too late does he realize
Jake Phoenix’s size 17 boot is coming straight for his face. The referee calls for the bell and throws this out as Tommy Deathrow throws wild punches every
which way using his right hand – in his left he’s got a bottle of Jack Daniels.

ROB MARTINEZ: The NAPW tag team champions are laying waste to these young teams, oh my gosh! Jake Phoenix has poor little Randy up, TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER!
Good God, somebody call the ambulance!

Deathrow suddenly has his hand in his pants. Desert Scorpion tires to get a shot, but he’s met with the same hand Tommy just had down adjusting his sweaty
sack… right in his face. It’s the Sweaty Ball Claw… Tommy takes the moment to take big swig of ol’ whiskey and then mists it right into Desert Scorpion’s
face. Here comes Super Wild Immortal-Man

SMASH

Bottle of Jack shatters over the forehead, Super Wild Immortal-Man is down. Deathrow suddenly licks some of the tasty tasty JD off of Scorpion’s face, and
then… He boots Scorpion in the nads, then with one quick stump-pulling motion hits a DEATHROW DRIVER. Now he’s got Ricky DEATHROW DRIVER! And oh my gosh,
Jake Phoenix has the busted open 300 pound Super Wild Immortal-Man… gets the big man up for a Tombstone Piledriver! There are bodies stacking up in the
ring, here comes security! Tombstone! Deathrow Driver! Tombstone! Deathrow Driver! Referee Jimmy Johnston is out as are several security guards as Jake
Phoenix grabs Randy once more, Deathrow grabs Ricky, Stereo Piledrivers! The crowd is roaring, some booing, a lot cheering — this is more entertaining
than some try-out match.

ROB MARTINEZ: You’d think the crowd would feel bad for these poor kids, but go figure. Phoenix and Deathrow are handing out piledrivers like candy, oh hold
on, Jake Phoenix has a microphone.

Jake gets on the mic while Tommy hits the front row, grabbing beers from fans and slamming them back.

PHOENIX: Well, well, so this is what you boys in REBEL have for us, huh? ‘Case you morons aren’t aware, me and Deathrow here – we’re the NAPW tag team champions.
We’ve beaten all the bitches they’ve thrown in front of us, one on one, two on two, doesn’t (BLEEP) matter, we’ve beaten ‘em! And we’re (BLEEP) BORED!
Deathrow grabs a chair and takes a seat in the front row, kicking his legs up on the guardrail while drinking the beer.

PHOENIX: We’ve beaten all the teams up there there is for us to beat – hell, they’re tossin’ three guys at us just to give us a challenge, and that’s why
we’re here – we want a challenge, and we’re givin’ one out, too! This message goes right out to the Bitch Pack and the Foundation!

ROB MARTINEZ: Strong words from Jake Phoenix here! Did he just offer to put the NAPW tag titles on the line right here in REBEL?

PHOENIX: Lemme make it clear – Bitch Pack, Foundation, whichever of you get outta that cage alive – we want you, and we want the REBEL tag team titles!
Anytime, anywhere, here in NAPW, here in REBEL, doesn’t (BLEEP) matter – you come to us, boys, or we’ll come to you!

Phoenix throws the microphone down and looks to leave the ring. Wait a minute. Super Wild Immortal-Man is trying to get to his feet. Jake smirks, ugly-like,
then grabs a handful of stupid dreadlocks and yanks the man up, then upside down, then

Tombstone!

Jake heads out and grabs a couple beers himself. Tommy is shouting out various incoherent slurs and high-fiving fans around him. All that’s left behind
is carnage, but the REBEL fans are stoked over what they have just seen.

ROB MARTINEZ: The NAPW tag champions laying challenges and laying out men like thai school-girls! Who’s going to step up from the REBEL roster for a tag
title shot? And what else is going to happen tonight?

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When the Lights Go Out blairs over the shoddy PA system, and the crowd immediately errupts into a chorus of boos for one of the most internationaly hated
men.

JENNY JERSEY: The following contest is scheduled for one-fall, and it is for the Number One Contenders Trophy! Introducing first, weighing at 247 pounds,
hailing from Wabana, Bell Island, Newfoundland, he is L! D! K!, Lloyd Rees!

The hate from the crowd increases as New Crimes member, LDK, makes appears from the back clutching his trophy. He hesitantly gets in the ring, looking over
the crowd as they throw their insults. LDK kisses the trophy before handing it over to the referee.

ROB MARTINEZ: As expected, LDK isn’t getting any love from the crowd tonight. He still has that weird look that he’s had for quite awhile now, it’s like
there’s just something unsettling inside that man.

JENNY JERSEY: And the challenger…

The Wretched by Nine Inch Nails plays, and a slight pop comes from the crowd, but the rest of the crowd goes silent anticipating the arrival of one of the
largest men in Rebel Pro Wrestling.

JENNY JERSEY: Being accompanied to the ring by Miranda, weighing in at 350 pounds, he is from the Amazon Basin…. this is CALIBAN!

Caliban tears through the back, looking pissed, but doesn’t he always? Miranda is six paces behind the behemoth as he stomps to the ring.

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LDK swallows hard,
looking rather nervous. Caliban grabs the top rope from the ring floor, and pulls himself up onto the apron. As he steps one leg over the top rope LDK
charges, unleashing fist after fist on the big man, who is caught up in an awkward position.

ROB MARTINEZ: There’s the bell, and LDK is trying to get in any sort of advantage he can muster, but those punches don’t seem to be doing much.

Caliban grabs LDK by the forehead, and pushes him back halfway accross the ring, with LDK landing flat on his back. The big man gets all the way in the
ring, and LDK is up charging him again, this time with a running forearm and punches to the face. Caliban wraps both of his hands around LDK’s throat,
and hoists him high in the air. LDK struggles to get free, but his face begins to go red as his oxygen is cut off. As LDK’s body starts to lose its fight,
he throws a last ditch effort knee that catches Caliban where his nose should be under his mask. Caliban drops LDK, grabbing his face. It doesn’t take
Caliban long to recover, and he takes a swing at the fish-sucker, but LDK ducks and rolls out of the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: LDK is catching a breather already. That choke-hold took a lot out of him.

Caliban reaches over the top rope, grabbing a fist full of Rees’ hair, and pull him up when CLANK!

ROB MARTINEZ: Rees has a chair! And he just blasted Caliban on the top of his skull!

Caliban lets go and staggers back, almost unphased. LDK slides in the ring with his chair and unloads with a fury of chair shots. Each one only seems to
temporarily stagger the big man, as Rees desperately attempts to hit harder and harder. Finally LDK bounces off the ropes and comes in hard with a big
Hail-Marry-Pass, with a running chair shot right on the nogon of Caliban. The one tips the big guy a bit, but he’s still on his feet! LDK goes off the
opposite side of the ropes, running back and jamming the chair behind Caliban’s knee!

ROB MARTINEZ: Caliban is down to a knee! Rees is on a roll, but the fans aren’t giving him any love for this! None at all!

LDK looks around for an oppening, and finds himself climbing to the top turnbuckle with the chair in hand. As Caliban brings himself back up to both feet,
LDK comes crashing down HARD!

ROB MARTINEZ: HOLY SHIT! The chair is wrapped around Caliban’s head and neck! The big man is on his hands and knees!

Rees begins kicking the big man in the ribs, and stomping on his head, looking for anyway to get the big man down for the count. Miranda screams from the
outside, yelling at the referee to do something, but in Rebel, nothing can be done.

ROB MARTINEZ: What’s this? The crowd is cheering… but not for Rees! It’s Casino! Casino just came through the crowd, he’s got a baseball bat, and LDK
doesn’t see him!

Casino points to the rafters from behind LDK, like all the greats signaling for that home run. He gets in the stance, even pretending to kick the dirt from
the imaginary plate. Casino chokes up on the bat a bit, then SMASHES the bat into LDK’s back! The bat breaks in two with splinters flying everywhere. Rees
instantly goes limp, clutching his back while laying on the ground. Caliban begins to get up, chair still wrapped around his neck. For once Casino acknowledges
the crowd, tipping his imaginary baseball cap… but Caliban obviously isn’t a baseball fan.

ROB MARTINEZ: Caliban has Casino by the back of the neck! He’s got him at least ten feet in the air! HEART OF DARKNESS! Casino is out cold, and now that
monster has turned his attention back to Rees! I don’t think he realizes that he has a steel chair folded around his neck!

LDK is laying on the ground, stomach first, clutching his back with one arm. Caliban slaps one hand on the back of his neck, and lifts him from the ground,
up into the air.

ROB MARTINEZ: The strength on this man is not human! Another HEART OF DARKNESS!

Caliban drops to his knees, flips LDK over onto his back, and stiff arms a cross-face pin. The referee counts an easy three.

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of this match by pinfall, and NEW Number One Contenders Trophy holder, CALIBAN!

Miranda comes into the ring all smiles, holding the trophy. Caliban stands up, yelling something inaudible. The duo leaves, without Caliban ever taking
off that damn chair. Casino begins to stir, and slowly gets up to his feet. He sees Rees laying on the ground, almost lifeless, and spits on him. Trainers
and referees comes out to tend to Rees and to prevent Casino from going any further with this assault.

ROB MARTINEZ: LDK isn’t moving, and Casino is leaving with a smile! We may need a stretcher out here! That baseball bat shot was brutal!

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JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall, and it is the FANS BRING THE WEAPONS MATCH!!

A huge pop, as fans start waving whatever plunder they’ve brought.

The brooding opening strains of AFI’s Miseria Cantere play, bringing out the first competitor.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at two hundred and thirty two pounds, Manny X!

ROB MARTINEZ: Manny X looking to avenge his loss at 5150. He’s looking good considering when we last saw him he was being driven neck first onto a chair!
But the fans are appreciating his resolve. That and because of him they get to bring weapons tonight. … Did someone seriously bring the bumper from his
car?

Indeed, Manny seems to smirk (only a bit) at some of the weapons he’s seeing. But then Grotens Barn plays, and there is no time for levity…

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent, from Finland, weighing in at three hundred and twenty pounds! He is accompanied by Ian Smith. He is MR. BERSERKER!

Mr. Berserker doesn’t wait for any fan appreciation. He races to the ring, where Manny is waiting! Berserker dives under the ropes, and Manny hits a double
stomp! Trying to keep the big man down, Manny drops an elbow to the back of Berserker’s head, then drives a knee down across his neck! Ian Smith is yelling
at Berserker to get to his feet, But Manny is not letting his opponent have a moment’s peace. Finally Berserker manages to push Manny off, and gets to
his knees, but Manny comes back with a roaring elbow.. NO! Berserker catches Manny by the throat, and tosses him over the top rope! Berserker follows!
And Ian Smith has grabbed the first weapon from the fans!

ROB MARTINEZ: Ian Smith hands Berserker… oh the humanity! Some poor bastard’s Star Trek collector plates!

Crash! The first plate is broken over Manny’s head! (a shout of “OPA” is heard) Crash! Another plate! Crash! One more! Berserker takes a broken plate and
starts to dig at the forehead of Manny, who flails as he tries to get away. A trickle of blood flows down Manny’s forehead, and now Berserker bites down,
starting even more crimson to pour! A boot to the gut stops the biting, and a stiff European uppercut sends Berserker back a few feet. Enough time for
Manny to get a weapon… ah yes, he grabs the bumper he saw earlier, and swings for the fences! He connects! Berserker is knocked into the guard rail!
Manny drives the end of the bumper into Berserker’s gut , then smacks it into his jaw! And we see some blood on Berserker’s face now! Manny with a dropkick,
but it’s not enough to send Berserker over the railing! He hits a hard forearm, but still Berserker won’t be sent over. Manny takes a step back and

ROARING ELBOW! Berserker is knocked into the crowd! Manny climbs over the rail and pursues, grabbing a tire iron from a fan along the way.

SMACK!

Right across the back. Berserker doesn’t go down.

SMACK!

Another shot! Berserker stumbles, but doesn’t go down.

SMACK!!

Manny with all his might, Berserker finally goes to one knee. And now Manny digging the end of the iron into Berserker’s forehead! The blood pours out,
leaving both men with crimson masks! Manny swings with the tire iron, trying to take Berserker’s head off, but Berserker ducks, and is handed…

ROB MARTINEZ: MY GOD! Mr. Berserker just plowed Manny in the face with a VCR! Manny is down! And Berserker goes for the cover! But this isn’t falls count
anywhere!

Ian Smith tries to let his charge know that the match has to end in the ring. Berserker grabs Manny by the hair and drags him up, and back to the ring.
Manny is tossed over the railing, hitting the floor with a thud. Berserker climbs over the rail and goes after Manny, who has crawled to the opposite guard
rail, where a fan has handed him something. Berserker grabs Manny by the shoulder and whips him around..

KA CHUNK

and gets stapled on his forehead! Manny X with a staple gun now, gets Berserker in a head lock and starts stapling Berserker’s forehead! Berserker yells,
picks up Manny and tosses him over the top rope back into the ring! Yelling like a wild man, Berserker climbs back in, but not before he’s handed a weapon
from Ian…

ROB MARTINEZ: A CZW favorite here folks! A Culligan water jug with thumb tacks glued to it! How did that get past security?

Manny probably wonders the same thing as the hard plastic bottle is brought down across his back, leaving behind numerous tacks. Manny yells in pain as
Berserker brings it down again and again, and now Manny’s back is bloody as well! Berserker discards the jug, and brings an overhand punch down across
Manny’s skull, driving him to the mat! A cover! Dale McDonald makes the count!

One!

Two!

Manny kicks out! Ian Smith is beside himself! Berserker is just mad.. Because. He goes to his manager and is handed a computer keyboard. He raises it up
to smash Manny with it, but Manny manages to roll out of the way! He chop blocks Berserker! Berserker drops the keyboard, and now Manny has it and

SMACK!

Keys fly everywhere, the board is destroyed, and Berserker is down! Manny covers!

One!

Two!

Berserker’s turn to kick out! Manny looks frustrated, and looks to the crowd. And sees something he likes. Manny out of the ring…

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh no…

It’s a goalie stick.

Okay. Nothing to bad there.

Except the shaft has a light tube taped to it. And the stick blade has light bulbs glued to it.

This is going to be messy.

Manny winds up with the stick, and goes for a slap shot across Berserker’s back…

CRASH!

It takes a fair bit to break light bulbs. And three of them just shattered across Mr. Berserker’s back. Shards of glass are everywhere, and blood is now
coming out of Berserker’s shoulder’s and neck. Manny goes to cross check Berserker with the light tube, but Berserker with a kick to the gut, and a double
handed choke slam! Manny driven down to the mat, Berserker with the cover!

One!!

Two!!

Thr- MANNY KICKS OUT!

No arguing here, Berserker grabs the light tube and clubs Manny across the neck with it! Glass and blood covers the ring, and the fans are loving every
second of it! Berserker drags Manny up, and looks to go for another chokeslam..

Manny gets a boot to the gut and goes for…

ROB MARTINEZ: He can’t do it! Even if he hadn’t lost all that blood!…

MANNY X WITH AN EXPLODER SUPLEX!

BERSERKER CRASHES DOWN ONTO THE BROKEN GLASS!

ROB MARTINEZ: Strength and desperation pay off for Manny X! But does he have enough to make the cover?

Both men are down. Manny slowly crawls over to his fallen opponent. He finally drapes an arm over Mr. Berserker. McDonald counts…

ONE!

TWO!!

THRE- BERSERKER GETS THE SHOULDER UP!!!

Manny is too exhausted to argue. He slides out of the ring and goes to get a weapon. A fan hands him a toaster covered in barbed wire. Overkill? Maybe,
but at this point who cares. Ian Smith has retrieved a weapon of his own, which he gives to Berserker. Manny lines up the rising Berserker, and charges,
raising the toaster high..

BERSERKER TURNS AND SLAPS ON THE VALHALLA VICE!

ROB MARTINEZ: That Vice is bad enough at the best of times!

Indeed, for Ian had handed Berserker a glove.

Wrapped in barbed wire.

Manny desperately tries to fight out of the hold, but even under normal circumstances this move is deadly, let alone adding barbed wire to the mix! Dale
McDonald checks for the submission! Manny fights hard, but after what seems like an eternity, McDonald calls for the bell.

JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner! MR. BERSERKER!!

ROB MARTINEZ: Manny fought with everything he had, but there isn’t a man alive who could have withstood that hold!

Trainers and officials tend to both men, as the fans give the competitors a standing ovation…

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ROB MARTINEZ: This next match, ladies and gentlemen, should be an instant classic. Rex Caliber, the owner of NAPW and the leader of the Crimes, will take
on the NAPW Provincial Champion Stone Zellor. This grudge match could perhaps serve as a prelude to the impending Cage of Death match that will spell the
end of either the Crimes or the brave wrestlers who have assembled to rid them of New Alberta Pro Wrestling for good. But tonight it’s Rex Caliber and
Stone Zellor one-on-one for the first time. Need I say more?

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, wrestling out of New Alberta Pro Wrestling. He is the reining NAPW Provincial Champion, and he weighed in tonight at one
hundred and seventy-one pounds.

Gabin’s “Bang Bang to the Rock and Roll” hits and the pop in Carolina is deafening! Here comes Stone Zellor, Provincial Championship strapped around his
waist. He stops at the top of the entry ramp and breakdances to the delight of the crowd.

ROB MARTINEZ: This kid is truly loved anywhere he goes. If you want to talk about the hottest rising stars on the independent circuit, I don’t think you
can get away with NOT mentioning Stone Zellor.

Stone climbs into the ring and hands the Provincial strap – which is NOT on the line in this grudge match – to referee Dale McDonald. He turns to face the
entrance, awaiting his opponent.

“The Champ is here! The Champ is here!”

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent. He is the former REBEL-Pro WORLD Heavyweight Champion, and the owner of New Alberta Pro Wrestling. He is the leader of the
Crimes, he is REEEEXXX CAAAAAAAAAALIIBERRRRRRR!

ROB MARTINEZ: That’s not “Moose”, or “Bruce” they’re saying folks. Rex Caliber just might be the most hated man in his home state. With losing his Rebel-Pro
Championship to the newly crowned WORLD Heavyweight Champion Kyle Roberts still fresh in his mind, Rex should be in an even worse mood than usual.

But, as Rex Caliber walks down to the ring – minus Static, surprisingly – he doesn’t look the least bit upset. In fact, he looks jovial. He reaches out
to smack high five with the fans, but they pull away in disgust and shout various obscenities at him. How…fitting.

ROB MARTINEZ: You’re not going to believe this one folks, but it looks like Rex is…working the crowd?

Rex gets into the ring and offers his hand to Stone. Stone looks at it, uncertain of what to do. The crowd doesn’t want him to take it and let him know.
He shakes his head and tells the referee to ring the damn bell. He does, and it’s ON!

Bam! Stone with a kick to the gut. Rex fires right back with a hard forearm to the face. He follows up with two more, and then rips off two quick jabs that
connect right around the jawline. He fires a hook, but it’s blocked by Stone who hits a counter punch to the side of the head. CHOP! WOOOOOO! CHOP! WOOOOOOO!
CHOP! WOOOOOOOOO! And a SLAP right in Rex’s face! Rex wipes his mouth. He smirks…and lashes out with an unexpected headbutt! Stone stumbles back and
Rex clotheslines him to the mat. He goes to mount Zellor to get in some deadly ground strikes, but Stone grabs the nearby bottom rope to back him off.
McDonald orders the break but also orders Stone and Caliber to get up and return to their corners. Stone might want to rethink his strategy if he’s really
thinking about going strike for strike with the larger, stronger Rex Caliber. They circle each other a few times, Stone with his hands up in a guard position.
The lock up a collar and elbow tie-up and jockey for position a bit. Rex shoves him off and chops him once before grabbing him again in a tie-up. Now,
it’s Stone who shows off some strength by shoving Rex off and chopping HIM. Not bad for a small guy with a bum shoulder, huh? Rex fires back with an overhand
chop! Stone with an backhand chop right back. Rex chops! Stone Chops! Rex! Stone! Rex! Stone! Rex! Stone! Rex Stone Rex Stone Rex Stone Rex Stone Rex Stone
Rex Stone Rex Stone Rex Stone Rex Stone Rex StoneREXSTONEREXSTONEREX! The fans are going wild, they’re chopping the hell out of each other! Both men stumble
away from center ring, clutching their chests in pain. Biiiig pop from the crowd. Rex turns about face and grabs stone from behind, hitting a backdrop
suplex. Rex is right up, and he scoops up his opponent and whips him into the ropes – Stone slides under his legs and winds up behind him. Rex spins and
eats a dropkick to the face. Stone goes off the ropes and tries a senton splash, only for Rex to move out of the way. They get up at the same time, but
Rex is the first to draw and clubs him over the back. Stone doubles over, and Rex wastes no time driving a stiff knee right to the face that knocks Stone
for a loop. Rex picks him right off the canvas and bodyslams him – no, Stone slides off the back and hits a Side Russian Legsweep. Stone gets to his feet,
favoring his shoulder, and takes a few jabs from Rex – spinning heel kick by the Provincial Champion! It takes Rex right off his feet! Stone puts the boots
to him, trying to keep him on the mat where Stone has the size advantage. Those are some stiff kicks the head and chest area, but Rex is just too strong
to keep down for long. He gets up amidst the barrage and hits a huge forearm shot that sends Stone into the ropes – clothesline over the top! Rex stands
tall in the ring, looking down at his fallen enemy…and he starts to play to the crowd again!

ROB MARTINEZ: Is Rex Caliber delusional? I swear, it’s as if he doesn’t recall that these hate his guts, and with good reason!

Rex doesn’t follow after Stone. What’s gotten into Rex Caliber? Since when does he pass up on the opportunity to deliver some punishment on a weakened opponent?
He waits as Stone starts to get up. Stone gets to his feet, and Rex is still waiting. Finally, Stone gets back in and Rex immediately pounces, stomping
on him relentlessly. He grabs the legs and starts to cinch in the Nexus Cloverleaf. Stone’s fighting it hard, but Rex gets him turned over and it’s locked
in tight. Stone’s not far from the ropes, but certainly not close either. McDonald is down in his face, asking him if he wants to submit. Stone shakes
his head no, but the hold is really wearing him down. He reaches forward…maybe slides up a few inches closer to the ropes. But the hold is still in.
The pain is still there, searing up and down his legs all the way to his back. If Rex keeps it on for too much longer Stone will be left without a choice.
The kid’s certainly got heart. He reaches out more, and forces Rex to take a few steps back to avoid having the move reversed. The ropes are within reach
- Stone grabs the bottom rope, and the crowd roars it’s approval! McDonald orders the immediate break! Rex lets go, but goes right to stomping on the back
and injured shoulder of Stone Zellor. Knee drop on the very same shoulder, and Stone reels back in pain. Rex scoops him up and tosses him into the ring
post – but Stone gets his hands up! That could have possibly destroyed his shoulder for good! Stone turns around, only to get kicked in the gut and blasted
with a high cradle suplex. Rex covers! ONE!…TWOOO!…Kickout! Stone rolls over to his side, trying to get up as Rex talks that count over with the referee.
Rex sees Zellor getting to his feet and positions himself directly behind him. Stone gets up on solid ground, and then sent sailing backwards in what could
only be called a Release German TAZPlex (high n’ tight, baby). Stone’s flattened like a pancake. Rex is on fire. This does not look good for Stone-Z! STOMP!
STOMP! STOMP! Heavy boots to the back as Stone rises to his feet. Rex gives him some space to get up, and tries again to clothesline him over the top.
Back body drop! Rex goes sailing out of the ring as Stone collapses in a heap! Both men lie for a while, but this is REBEL baby and there’s no DQ’s, Countouts,
OR bullshit. Dale McDonald just waits for them to rise up, and eventually both men are on their feet. Rex crawls back in, holding the small of his back.
Rex is also to his feet, favoring the shoulder. Stone with a kick to the stomach – SLAMMMYYYY TIIIIIIMEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

ROB MARTINEZ: Whoa nellie! Where’d he pull that one out from?

The crowd goes BANANA! Both men lie, Stone on his back and Rex on his stomach. Neither moves. The crowd stomps, claps, cheers, everything they can think
of to get Stone to roll over and make the pin. He stirs…but Rex is stirring too, and he uses the ropes to finally get up and avoid the three count. Rex
is on his feet, but on spaghetti legs. And Stone? He’s got a second win, baby! JAB JAB! Two to the gut. JAB JAB! Two to the chest! JAB JAB! Two to the
FACE. Stone busts out a perfect ROBOT. BAM! A huge overhand right sends the NAPW Owner back into the corner. Stone with a series of rights and lefts in
the corner, fighting through the pain with the heart of a champion! Look at this man go! He’s like a machine! Rex crumbles to the mat, sitting upright
in the corner. Stone looks around to the crowd, who are still on their feet and have been for some time. He backs up a few steps.

DX Crotch Chop?

A DX CROTCH CHOP!

BRONCOOOOOO BUSSSSTAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!

ROB MARTINEZ: And there goes the roof!

The ultimate in embarrassment for Rex Caliber as Stone hits the ca. 1998 maneuver. Rex gets up, shakes off the cobwebs – and gets planted with a dropkick!
He pops up again, and Stone arm drags him back towards center ring. Rex is back up, disoriented, and doesn’t see Stone head to the top rope. He flies off
with a crossbody – CAUGHT and drilled with a single arm powerslam! Rex covers! ONE! TWO! THR-KICKOUT! That gets them back on square one, wouldn’t you say?
Rex gets up, grunting and gasping for breath. He scoops Stone up and drives him down hard with a suplex powerslam. He covers, but two and a half is all
he can get. He doesn’t complain to McDonald this time, oh no. He just gets on top of Stone Zellor and starts pounding him in the face with hard right hands.
Rex gets up and lets the crowd know it’s over. He grabs a hold of Stone’s arms. Oh no. Rings of Rex. The injured shoulder…Stone’s eyes tell a story of
pain that most men will never know.

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh my, this is not good! This is not good at all, Stone Zellor’s injured shoulder is being yanked right out of the socket! Rex is going to
end Stone’s career here tonight!

Stone doesn’t scream out. He doesn’t cry, even though that would be understandable for a man in the pain he’s experiencing. He puts his head down and grunts,
and fights off the pain like a MAN. Rex is behind him, yelling for him to tap out or “I’ll rip your damn arms off”. He’s pulling. Tearing. Ripping that
shoulder to shreds. Dale McDonald again gets down and asks Stone that all-important question. “Do you submit?” No answer. “Stone! Stone Zellor! Do you
submit?” No response from Zellor. He’s in the middle of the ring. There’s nowhere to go – only one way to escape the pain.

Stone looks up at Dale McDonald, but doesn’t hear his question.

Instead he back headbutts Rex Caliber! Rex is startled and lets go!

ROB MARTINEZ: Stone escaped! Stone escaped! HOW? HOW DID HE DO IT?!?! What heart, what desire!

Stone shoots up, running on pure adrenalin. Rex is up and he just stares at Zellor, who’s got his fists up and is begging for Rex to bring some more! “Are
you insane?” BAM! Rex hits a right hand, and Stone staggers back. He’s still on his feet. Rex throws another – he ducks under! Small package! ONE TWO THR-NO!
The crowd groans, Stone almost took that one right out from under Rex. Rex and Stone both get right up, and Stone is fighting with one arm! Punch for punch,
he battles Rex – but the One Man Crimes Spree is just too strong. Too powerful. A HUGE right hand floors Zellor. Rex isn’t playing games, he wants to end
this before Stone gets ANOTHER second wind. He whips the gutsy kid to the corner. He sets him up for Total Annihilation.

And delivers.

NO!

STONE SLIDES OFF HIS BACK! ROLL UP!

ONE!

TWO!

THRE-KICKOUT!

Rex jumps back up, almost in shock. That’s twice now! Stone is up as well, he’s still got just one arm to fight with. Stone with a kick to the gut. PIMP
SLAP! Rex spins around from the impact and Stone drills him with a superkick! Rex doesn’t go down – STONE WITH A SINGLE ARMED DIAMOND CUTTER!

ONE!

TWO!

THREEEEEEE!!!!!

ROB MARTINEZ: Stone Zellor has done the impossible! He’s beaten Rex Caliber! He did it!

JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner – STONE ZEEEEEELOOOOOORRRRR!!!

Stone rolls out of the ring and Caliber uses the ring ropes to pull himself to his feet. He staggers over to Jenny Jersey and takes the microphone from
her.

REX CALIBER: I just want, I just want to THANK everyone who cheered me onto victory tonight!

ROB MARTINEZ: Huh?

REX CALIBER: You fans are great! Thank you!

Caliber drops the mic and rolls out of the ring as the fans look utterly confused.

ROB MARTINEZ: Well….That was…Yeah moving on…

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JENNY JERSEY: The following match is set for one fall to a finish, AND is for the REBEL CAROLINA’S CHAMPIONSHIP!

ROB MARTINEZ: Al Thoes gets his first shot at a singles title in REBEL. He has apparently made his decision, and maybe might find it out tonight. Dio Muerte
is hoping to retain his belt and cement himself as the best Carolina’s champion thus far. Al has said that he will go “hardcore” to win, and Dio is no
doubt willing to street fight with the best of them. Should be a fantastic contest.

“I’m Movin’ On” begins to play and Al is thoroughly booed. He doesn’t seem to care, and is all business tonight. He enters the ring, and Jimmy Johnson gives
him some prematch instructions, which are basically, “I count the pins.”

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing the challenger. He weighed in at two hundred and ninety two pounds. He is fighting out of Glasgow, Scotland. He is “THE SCOTTISH
WRECKING MACHINE” AL THOES!

Gangstarr’s song “Battle” begins to play and the fans go crazy for the Carolina’s champion. Dio walks out wearing the belt, bat in hand, and walks to the
ring. He places the bat in his corner, and the motions to the fans that he will “Beat Al’s Ass.” He hands the ref, Jimmy Johnson, the title belt. Jimmy
Johnson holds it up to show the fans and Al Thoes.

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

The bell sounds and the match is underway. Dio and Al exchange glares, and Al goes to the outside. He grabs a chair, as Dio quickly grabs his bat. Al enters
the ring and they circle each other slowly. Al tells Dio to bring it. Dio tells him to “Eat Bat and Die.” Al charges Dio and the bat nails the chair. They
swing again, and again clash chair with bat. They drop them and Dio kicks Al in the stomach. He bounces off the ropes with a scissors kick, but is interrupted
by a major ROTATING POWERSLAM! Al quickly covers Dio, who kicks out at one and a half.

ROB MARTINEZ: Al with a beautiful counter to the scissors kick. But no pin yet.

Al gets to his feet and allows Dio to rise as well. Al Thoes charges with a clothesline, and Dio quickly counters, ducking it and applying a crucifix pin…
One, Two, Thoes kicks out. Dio gets up quickly, kicking the still downed Thoes in the back of the head. He fires off with a right hand as well. Dio grabs
the chair that Al brought into the ring. Dio raises it high above his head, and PUNCH TO THE TESTICLES OF DIO. Al stops the devastating blow, and gets
to both feet, Dio is double over in pain. Al quickly grabs Dio, placing him in the Powerbomb/Pile Driver position. He lifts Dio up for a powerbomb, and
gets nailed in the forehead. Did I mention that Dio Muerte held onto the chair… cause he DID! Al falls backwards, as Dio throws away the chair and begins
dropping rights and lefts on Al.

ROB MARTINEZ: What a counter to that power bomb attempt. Dio is really becoming an innovative wrestler. He is much more diverse than the street fighter
he was when he started in NAPW.

Dio drops a leg over the throat of Al. He covers, and only gets a one count. He places the chair across the stomach of Al Thoes. He climbs to the top rope.
He jumps with a Frog Splash, and Al Thoes throws the chair off of him, and it hits Dio IN THE FACE! Al moved just enough to avoid the crashing Dio. Dio
might be bleeding under the mask. The crowd is chanting REBEL, REBEL, REBEL! Al crawls over to the hurt Dio. One, Two, No cigar. Al picks himself up, dusts
himself off, and looks at Dio. Dio is trying to get to his feet. Al Thoes knocks Dio down with a vicious Power Clothesline. Dio rolls to the outside from
the momentum. Al follows him. He sees Dio laying face down, and decides to not let a sleeping Dio lay. POWER CHINLOCK ON THE FLOOR! This isn’t Falls Count
Anywhere so even if Dio submits, he won’t lose. But Al is cranking on it hard.

ROB MARTINEZ: This is a back and forth match but Dio Muerte is in a bad way right now.

Al gives up on the punishing move, and picks up Dio. Dio is thrown under the ropes, into the ring. Al Thoes gets in too, and quickly picks Dio up, Scottish
Whipping him into the corner. He charges with a clothesline, which MISSES! Dio from behind with a roll up.. One, Two, Thoes grabs the bottom rope and hangs
on. Dio is still hurt. Al gets up, with a double Ax Handle to the back of Dio. Dio is put back in the corner. He is lifted up and placed on the top turnbuckle
crotch first. Al Thoes climbs up and is going to attempt a POWER SUPERPLEX! He hooks Dio, who rakes the eyes of Al. Al drops down, and Dio leaps at Al,
grabbing his head for a DDT! But Al is way stronger, and blocks it… NORTHERN LIGHT SUPLEX BY AL THOES! The cover, One! Two! Shoulder Up, and Dio is still
alive.

ROB MARTINEZ: What a match.. these guys are pushing the other man to come up with different attacks. Great counter wrestling.

Al thought he was going to be the new Carolina’s champion, but not just yet. Dio Muerte will not go down that easy. Al Thoes picks up Dio and Dio fires
off a shot to the nuts of Al Thoes, successfully paying his ass back from earlier. Al goes down faster than Durham Hooker for fifteen dollars. Dio grabs
his bat and goes over to Al. He cracks him in the back with the bat. Dio gets on the back of the downed Thoes, and places Thoes in his own Chinlock…
one with a bat under the chin! Al is struggling to breath. Thankfully for Thoes the ropes are near him… but Dio doesn’t break the hold. He can’t get
Disqualified, and he is choking the life out of Al. Al is crawling and Dio, finally lets go. Dio walks away, then runs with a Baseball Slide knocking Thoes
to the floor.

ROB MARTINEZ: Dio goes up top.. will he attempt it again? FROGSPLASH CONNECTS! Al Thoes is between the concrete floor and the Carolina Champion.

Dio kicks Al in the back, as Al rolls around trying to recover, trying to gain his breath, trying to get through the pain. Dio helps Al to his feet, and
throws him into the ring. Al is prone for the cover, but Dio doesn’t do it just yet. He helps Thoes to his feet, then FLIPPING DDT? Nope, Thoes pushes
Dio away. Dio charges and Al Thoes gets a big boot up. Dio is knocked down. Al is holding his lower back, then he holds his ribs.. needless to say, Thoes
is hurt. Thoes sees Dio getting up, and tries to get him in position for the Haggis Buster. Dio fights it off. Al manages to get the best of the exchange
with a devastating elbow to the head of Dio. Dio is thrown into the corner again. Al climbs up and begins nailing Dio. ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! DIO
GRABS THOES LEGS! Dio turns with Al, placing Al on the turnbuckle. Dio climbs up and Al fights him off. Dio attempts it again, this time chopping Al Thoes
in the throat. Al is stunned by this, and is gasping for air… Dio takes advantage… DDT OFF THE TURNBUCKLE! Cover One, Two, THREE!

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of this match and STILL REBEL CAROLINA’S CHAMPION! DIO MUERTE!

ROB MARTINEZ: What a great match. Both men scouted the other well, and it took one big time move for Dio to claim this victory.

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During a brief intermission, the crowd watches on with anticipation as the ring crew scrambles to set up the fifteen foot high steel cage. Only when the
cage is completely secured and the ring crew exist do the fans let out a huge pop. Instead of going into the ring to do her ring introductions, Jenny stands
next to the cage and fills us in on what’s about to take place.

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

“The New Foundation” by AkForty hits the speakers and the small arena is filled with boos.

JENNY JERSEY: Coming to the ring first, they are the former REBEL Tag Team Champions, they weigh in tonight at a combined 472 pounds, Thomas Young and Prince
Darko….The Foundation!!!

The duo, along with their wheelchair bound manager, make their way slowly down to ringside. They seem to relish the hate from the fans.

JENNY JERSEY: And their opponents, from ECFW, They are the current REBEL Tag Team Champions and weighed in tonight at 480 pounds, Jason Blade and “The Icon”
Gladiator…The Brat Pack!!!

“Live for the moment” by Monster Magnet pumps through the speakers and the crowd erupts for the champions!

Blade Comes out first, the ECFW Intercontinental Title draped over his shoulder and his half of the REBEL Tag Championship around his waist. Gladiator is
a step behind Blade and he’s got his Championship belt slung over his shoulder as if he’s daring someone to take it from him.

ROB MARTINEZ: This should be a great match! These two teams absolutely hate each other and have been cutting blistering promos on each other all week. Now
before we get started I want to add that unlike some cage matches you might have seen, the participants in this match are free to enter or leave the cage
as they see fit. However the pinfall or submission still must happen inside the cage.

Blade and Gladiator had off their belts and step cautiously into the ring. As soon as the door closes behind them the bell is rung and The Foundation attack!
Young is paired with Blade while Darko is trading stiff right hands with Gladiator! A rake to the eyes from Young blinds Jason Blade and he finds himself
whipped into the ropes. Blade ducks under a clothesline attempt from Young and catches him with a beautiful standing dropkick when he turns around. On
the other side of the cage, Gladiator has pushed Darko into a corner and is laying into him with alternating right hands and kicks. Young is pulled off
the mat and sent into the ropes by Blade, who connects with a high back body drop onto Young! Gladiator pulls Darko from his corner and tries to ram his
head into the steel cage. Darko blocks it and drives an elbow into the sternum of Gladiator. Darko now attempts to smash the head of Gladiator into the
steel fencing but Gladiator blocks it. Blade clubs Darko from behind with a forearm shot and the Brat Pack members double Irish whip Prince Darko into
the far ropes. Gladiator brings Darko down with a drop toe hold and Blade hits a corkscrew elbow off the ropes.

ROB MARTINEZ: The Brat Pack are in firm control at this moment, but never count out the former champs!

Young is back to his feet and takes a stinger splash from Blade! Young staggers out of the corner and gets met with a back spin kick from the ECFW IC Champ.
Gladiator goes to pulls Darko off the mat but takes a kick to the neither regions! Gladiator drops to all fours and Darko is back up to a vertical base.
Blade rushes Darko, but the former tag champ sidesteps Jason and sends him crashing head first into the cage! Young is back up and The Foundation are leaving
the ring! They climb out through the door and both men start looking for plunder under the ring. Gladiator has recovered and he too starts to step out
of the ring through the door. Young spots this and quickly slams the door back onto Gladiator! The door bounces off of Gladiators head and “The Icon” falls
out of the ring and onto the floor. Young drags Gladiator up just as Darko pulls a Singapore cane out from under the ring. Young holds the arms of Gladiator
and Darko cracks the hard bamboo stick across the abs of “The Icon!” Suddenly the crowd all rise as one. Unseen by the three men on the outside, Jason
Blade has scaled to the top of the cage and smile sat the crowd. Blade takes flight and hits a double moonsault press off of the top of the cage down onto
the men below him! A loud “Holy Shit!” chant vibrates off the walls of the arena.

ROB MARTINEZ: On Momma! That’s the most insane thing I’ve ever seen! Blade took out The Foundation and his partner with that amazing move!

All four men are slow to get their bearings but it’s Jason Blade who is to his feet first. He grabs Thomas Young and bounces his head off of the cage! Blade
again grabs the head of Young and this time he slowly starts to rake the forehead back and forth across the mesh opening Thomas up. Now Gladiator and Darko
are up and “The Icon” rakes the face of the Crimes member. Suplex onto the floor by Gladiator has Prince Darko grimacing in pain as he clutches his back.
Young is released by Blade and his face is the proverbial crimson mask. Gladiator pulls Darko off of the floor and leads him around to the cage door. The
door is swung open and Darko is rolled inside followed by Gladiator. On the outside, Blade charges at Young but the resourceful Foundation member manages
to hit a hip toss onto Blade right into the ring steps! Inside the ring, Darko is whipped into the ropes and gets drilled with a brutal spinebuster. Gladiator
goes for the cover! One! Two! Darko kicks out! Gladiator looks a little surprised but mounts Darko and lays into him with hard right hands.

ROB MARTINEZ: This thing is anyones match to take! Young has control on the outside but Gladiator is taking it to Prince Darko on the inside!

Speaking of the outside of the ring, we see that a bloody Thomas Young has whipped Jason Blade into the steel guardrails. One clothesline later and both
men are in the front row among the fans! In the ring, Gladiator has pulled Darko to his feet and shoots him into the corner. Gladiator follows him in but
takes a face full of boot from Darko! Gladiator stumbles back and gets taken to the mat with a clothesline. Darko quickly reaches into his boot and pulls
out screwy! Gladiator is on his knees and Darko jabs the screwdriver into the forehead of “The Icon!” Out in the crowd Blade and Young are slugging it
out with fans getting knocked to the ground and security is doing its best to keep people safe from the melee. The duo battle back towards the guard railing
and Blade finds himself back dropped over the railing and onto the floor! Thomas Young starts to crawl over the guard rail and from nowhere Blade jams
a thumb into the eye! Blade is up to his feet! A hurricanrana from Blade yanks Young over the railing and onto the floor! Back inside the ring, Gladiator
has had his forehead ripped open thanks to Prince Darko.

ROB MARTINEZ: I know I’m not supposed to be biased but it would be good to have the Tag Titles back in REBEL. However there’s no damn way I’m gonna root
on the damn Foundation!

Blade is leading Young around to the entrance of the cage and rolls him back into the confines of the steel structure. Darko charges Blade but takes a stiff
leg lariat to the face! Young is getting to his feet and takes a forearm shot to the head. Another! A third from Blade has Young reeling! Jason Blade whips
Young into the ropes but drops his head early allowing Young to nail a swinging neckbreaker. Gladiator is back to his feet, blood pouring from his face
and drives an elbow into the back of Darkos head. Darko is sent face first into the cage by Gladiator! Young charges Gladiator and takes a backdrop that
sends him crashing into the cage! Jason Blade is back to his feet and the Champs are looking strong as each member grind the faces of Young and Darko into
the cage! Blade hits a snap suplex onto Darko and instead of going for a pin attempt he starts to scale the cage itself. Darko is trying to get up as Jason
reaches the very top of the cage. Blades foot slips off the cage and he nearly falls to the floor! A chant of “Please Don’t Die!” echoes through the crowd!
As Blade regains his footing, it allows Darko to climb up to the top turnbuckle. A shot from Darko stuns Blade! Darko hooks Blade and looks to be trying
for a superplex!

ROB MARTINEZ: Good Lord! If Darko hits that superplex he could kill Jason Blade!

Gladiator evidently feels the same as he leaves a bloody Thomas Young and heads over to help his partner. Gladiator climbs up to the second ring rope and
hits a shot in the kidneys to Prince Darko. Gladiator steps down to the bottom rope, turns his back to Darko and hits him with a powerbomb! Jason Blade
stands high atop the top of the cage and takes to the air! a thunderous elbow drop from fifteen feet directly to the chest of Prince Darko! Blade hooks
a leg and goes for a cover! One! Two! Thomas Young comes from nowhere and makes the save! Gladiator pulls Young off of Blade and shoots him into the far
ropes! A back elbow smash from Gladiator sends Young to the mat! Blade again covers a battered Prince Darko. One! Two! Darko kicks out! Darko is clutching
his chest and blood is oozing from his mouth. On the other side of the ring, Gladiator is pulling Thomas Young to his feet when he takes a face full of
powder! A badly bloody Young smiles as Gladiator tries to clear his eyes. Double arm DDT from Young! Young reaches into the front of his trunks and pulls
out a pair of handcuffs. Blade immediately knows nothing good can come from this and charges Young. Thomas drives an elbow into the ribs of Young and clocks
him in the head with the pair of handcuffs! Darko has now pulled himself up to a seated position and is looking on as Thomas Young tries to handcuff Jason
Blade to the cage!

ROB MARTINEZ: The Foundation are trying to make this a two on one encounter! Jason Blade is fighting for all he’s worth though!

Jason kicks Young off of him and the handcuffs go flying! Gladiator is back up and he pulls a dazed Prince Darko to his feet. Darko is whipped into the
cage do which not only swings open but dumps The Foundation member out onto the floor! A shining wizard from Jason Blade puts Young down! What’s this?
Gladiator is rolling Young onto his stomach and placing the handcuffs on him! Young gets to his knees and even though the blood you can tell he knows he’s
screwed. On the outside, Prince Darko gets to his feet and starts to open the cage door. But stops. Instead he stands there and watches as Young is sent
into the ropes and gets nailed with a lariat from Gladiator which is then followed up by a frog splash from Blade! One! Two! Three! Prince Darko shakes
his head in disgust and walks away as the fans go crazy!

ROB MARTINEZ: The Foundations shenanigans back fired on them! The Brat Pack keep the titles!

Gladiator and Jason Blade exist the steel cage and take the REBEL Tag Titles from the referee.

JENNY JERSEY: The winners of this match…And STILL REBEL Tag Team Champions….The Brat Pack!!!

The Brat Pack walk past Mr. B and even pass a frustrated looking Prince Darko on their way to the back.

ROB MARTINEZ: A big win for the Tag Champs but the story here is The Foundation. Has this once stable foundation finally cracked?

It might have.

The last image we see is a bloody Thomas Young sitting inside the steel cage yelling for his partner.

A partner who simply watches on with a look of contempt.

REBEL/NAPW SUPERSHOW II – 07/17/2007

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

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

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

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

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

Huge (and cheap) pop!

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

ROB MARTINEZ: Then let’s get to it!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

BILL HEWSON: You gotta love the heart of Warren!

JACK JONES: I suppose.

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

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

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

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

One!

Two!

Kickout by Wylde!

BILL HEWSON: Near fall for the youngster!

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

One!

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

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

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

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

One!

Two!

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

One!

Two!

Three!

ROB MARTINEZ: Just like that it’s over!

BILL HEWSON: Chalk one up for the uptight CABS!

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

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

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

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

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

BILL HEWSON: Tough loss for this unique trio.

JACK JONES: What kind of name is Assman anyway?

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* DVD Extra *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

MATTHEW: Sure…have fun with the losers.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

BILL HEWSON: Who?

JACK JONES: You heard me!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

JACK JONES: Can we get a replay on that?

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

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

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

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

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

BILL HEWSON: That right? I remember you cou-

JACK JONES: WHAT A MATCH!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

BILL HEWSON: What is this?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The crowd boos.

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

Rees wraps his hand tightly around his precious trophy.

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

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

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

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

BILL HEWSON: The man is delusional!

JACK JONES: The man is a genius!

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

“Smooth” blares over the speakers. Rees jumps.

ROB MARTINEZ: This should be interesting…

BILL HEWSON: Why is Chris Casino out here?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

CHRIS CASINO: You gotta beat me…

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

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

CHRIS CASINO: Name the time and place lobster man.

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

Rees turns to the crowd.

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

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

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

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

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

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

JACK JONES: Here come The Crimes!!

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

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

SMASH!!

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

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

ROB MARTINEZ: I can not believe it!!

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

CRUSH!!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Static pulls out his trusty friend…Screwy.

STATIC: Here Rees, you can have the honors.

With Screwy in hand Rees speaks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

BILL HEWSON: Come on this is enough!!

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

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

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

The Midas Touch!

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

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

ROB MARTINEZ: I thought you were a fan!

JACK JONES: Until he came up against The Crimes!

Jack Jones, you (BLEEP).

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

Casino’s back is wide open.

And LDK raises the heavy leather belt up.

“NO!”

BILL HEWSON: Oh my god!

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

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

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

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

Rees raises the belt high.

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

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

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

He screams.

She screams.

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

“LDK” LLOYD REES: Lesson OVER!!

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

What have we just seen?

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

Huge pop from the sold out crowd!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

JACK JONES: What the Hell is Kurtis doing?

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

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

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

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

JACK JONES: Holy Sh…

ROB MARTINEZ: Welcome to REBEL Jack!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kurtis rolls Dio onto his back for the cover!

One!

Two!

Dio kicks out!

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

One!

Two!

Kurtis kicks out!

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

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

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

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

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

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

One!

Two!

Three!

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

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

JACK JONES: Are those guys even breathing?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

MARK KINGSTON: And it might not be from Rex Caliber, it might not be from the next champion, but you can bet your worthless lives that Mark Kingston will
one day rule REBEL Pro Wrestling as it’s Heavyweight Champion! And my journey to the top starts at the next REBEL Pro show, because right now I’m issuing
an open challenge to any and all REBEL competitors out there. And that’s REBEL… not any worthless Eskimos. So now, you’ve seen the first in a long line
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The crowd erupts into a sea of boos and curse words, but Mark just slides on his shades and continues to the entrance curtain. He turns right before he’s
almost inside the curtain and shows a big middle finger to all the crowd. Then he disappears.

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

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

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

JACK JONES: Where the hell did he come from?

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

JACK JONES: Don’t celebrate yet!

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

CLANG!!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

BILL HEWSON: Oh no…

ROB MARTINEZ: Let REBEL reign!

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

CRASH!!

Martyr hits THE PRESTIGE!!

JACK JONES: Hope nobody wanted snacks tonight…

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

CRASH!!! (part 2!)

BILL HEWSON: GOOD LORD WHY??!?!

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

And Martyr?

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

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

ONE!

Boos.

Two!

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

Three!

Four!

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

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

BILL HEWSON: Please…

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

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

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

ONE!

TWO!

THR- DEATHROW GETS A SHOULDER UP!

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

Even with his hand down his pants.

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

One!

Two!

MARTYR KICKS OUT!

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

Oh boy.

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

SMACK!!

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

Which weapon to use first?

BILL HEWSON: THIS IS SICKENING!

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

BILL HEWSON: I meant the assortment of weapons…

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

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

ONTO THE LIGHT TUBES!!!

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

ONE!!

TWO!!!

MARTYR GETS HIS SHOULDER UP!!!

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

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

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

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

TOTAL

NONSTOP

TOMMY

ONTO THE TACK COVERED CHAIR!!!

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

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

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

ONE!!

TWO!!

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

DEATHROW DRIVER!

Martyr is down and the Superstar covers!

ONE!!

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TWO!!

THREE!!

BILL HEWSON: (sighing) Thank goodness…

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

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

BILL HEWSON: Come on! The match is over!

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

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

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

JACK JONES: No. It couldn’t be…

BILL HEWSON: I THINK IT IS!!!

SICK

BILLY

KRYENIK!!

RALEIGH EXPLODES!!

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

DOOMRIDERS!

DOOMRIDERS!

DOOMRIDERS!

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

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

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

BILL HEWSON: What the fu-

JACK JONES: Language, Hewson!

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

BILL HEWSON: NO!!

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with vicious kicks! Garbage flies as the fans toss whatever they have at the trio in the ring. Disgusted with the betrayal they just saw. Even more disgusted
as Kryenik smiles at Martyr, who is setting up Deathrow over the tack covered chair…

SACRIFICE

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

He leaves with Sebastian Martyr and Al B. Damned.

Son of a bitch…

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cheer!

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

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first…

“AAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRIBAAAAAAAAAAA!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

ROB MARTINES: The crowd is really hot tonight!

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

BILL HEWSON: He’s… wait, what?

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

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

BILL HEWSON: I thought you liked Roberts, Jones?

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

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

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

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

Four cellos.

And the roof is BLOWN off the building.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

CHEER!

JENNY JERSEY: “Dynamite” Stone Zellor!

CHEER!

JENNY JERSEY: Stylin’ Kyle Roberts!

Cheer!

JENNY JERSEY: And RAVAGER!

CHEEEEEEEER!

ROB MARTINEZ: Wow!

FRANK WARBURTON: And their opponents…

“Here Comes the Champ”

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

And they RUSH the ring!

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

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

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

But it isn’t happening quite yet.

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

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

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

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

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

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

BILL HEWSON: RAVAGER!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

JACK JONES: MY EYES!

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

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

JACK JONES: No! Don’t do it!

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

ROB MARTINEZ: What’s this about?

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

ROB MARTINEZ: Is that the ROBOT?

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

BILL HEWSON: Rex Caliber with a Box-Step?

Ta-Da!

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

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

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

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

Then rears back and KICKS REX RIGHT BETWEEN THE UPRIGHTS!

THE CROWD ASPLODE!

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

JACK JONES: DISQUALIFY! DISQUALIFY!

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

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

JACK JONES: Teamwork!

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

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

SLAMMMMMMMY TIME!

One!

Two!

THREE!

JENNY JERSEY: Ca$h has been ELIMINATED!

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

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

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

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

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

BILL HEWSON: What the hell… KEVIN KODIAK!?

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

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

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

PLANETARY COLLISION!

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

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

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

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

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

BILL HEWSON: LINK VAN HAGGARD!?

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

One!

Two!

Thrkickout!

ROB MARTINEZ: Near fall!

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

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

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

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh no!

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

GAME!

OVER!

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

One!

Two!

THREE!

FRANK WARBURTON: FEAR has been ELIMINATED!

ROB MARTINEZ: Damn that Static!

BILL HEWSON: His interference did just get FEAR eliminated.

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

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

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

JACK JONES: I like those odds!

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

For a moment, it looks like Ravager will tap.

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

DEAD END!

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh Momma NO!

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

BILL HEWSON: That cowardly…

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

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

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

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

And gets kicked right in the face!

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

BAM!

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

HOT TAG!

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

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

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

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

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

SHOOTING STAR LEGDROP!

“HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!”

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

LAST RESORT!

One!

Two!

THREE!

JENNY JERSEY: Thomas Young has been ELIMINATED!

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

INSTANT KARMA!

One!

Two!

THREE!

JENNY JERSEY: Prince Darko has been ELIMINATED!

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

So he runs away.

“REX SUCKS! REX SUCKS! REX SUCKS!”

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

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

CLANG!

Ravager goes down!

CLANG!

Stylin’ Kyle Roberts goes down!

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

“YES!”

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

DING!

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

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

But there’s nowhere to run.

SKR grabs his legs and turns him over. BEARTAMER.

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

Seconds tick onward. The crowd begins chanting!

“PLEASE TAP OUT! PLEASE TAP OUT!”

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

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

And Rex Caliber taps out.

JENNY JERSEY: Rex Caliber has been ELIMINATED!

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

THE ROOF IS BLOWN OFF THE BUILDING!

ROB MARTINEZ: … are we back on finally?

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

JACK JONES: I’m speechless.

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

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

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

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

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

5150 – 07/10/2007

5150
07/10/2007
It’s 6:30 and REBEL is about to make it’s debut in Greenville, North Carolina. We’re at the Sports Connection, a huge building that houses everything from
swimming pools to weight rooms, but it’s in the gymnasium that we find ourselves. The ring has been set up and people are already sitting along ringside.
Rob Martinez & Jenny Jersey are doing a interview with the local paper and we see Matthew Kurtis, Warren & Manny X signing autographs at the merchandise
table. The DVDS are going fast, the first five shows along with the first NAPW/REBEL supershow are all available for the low price of $20. We see FEAR
come out from the back and he’s swarmed by young kids who want his autograph. Matthew Kurtis suddenly stands from his seat and makes his way over to the
man known as FEAR. Kids are shoved aside as “The Angry American” gets into the face of Fredrick Eglasies Armand-Romano.

FEAR: You would like an autograph as well my friend?

MATTHEW KURTIS: No, I’m just here to let you in on a little secret.

FEAR: Let me guess senor, you are my biggest fan?

MATTHEW KURTIS: No you stupid little man. I’m here to tell you that tonight, there is no way you’re walking out of here with my brothers title.

FEAR: Is that a fact amigo?

MATTHEW KURTIS: You’re damn straight. I watched you drag the names of The Bluegrass Mafia through the mud and I’m here to tell ya, sometime, somewhere….I’m
gonna make you pay for what you said.

Matthew turns, nearly steps on a five year old boy and makes his way back to the merchandise table. What a dick.

FEAR: We shall see amigo, we shall see.

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

They’re in the Greenville Sports Connection watching REBEL action!

“Killing In The Name Of…” by Rage Against The Machine hits the speakers and Martinez and Jersey climb into the ring. Jersey as always gets her share of
wolf whistles while Rob, well Rob has the microphone.

ROB MARTINEZ: Greenville, are you ready for some wrestling!

The 250 fans that have packed into the gymnasium give him a huge pop!

ROB MARTINEZ: In that case…Let REBEL reign!!!

Another pop as Martinez hands off the microphone to Jenny and then climbs out of the ring.

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JENNY JERSEY: The first match of the evening is scheduled for one fall and it is a three way dance!

The band Perfect Circle hits the speakers and the fans start in with the boos.

JENNY JERSEY: Coming to the ring first, he hails from Chicago Illinois and weighs 230 pounds…Vicious!!!

Vicious minus his manager Dead End, heads down to ringside glaring at the fans. The camera picks up a male fan holding up a sign that reads “Vicious is
Delicious!”

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent….

“Miseria Cantare – The Beginning” by AFI finds its way on the speakers and the fans explode!

JENNY JERSEY: He hails from Los Angeles California and weighs in at 232 pounds…Manny X!!!

Manny emerges from the back to a nice pop from the Greenville crowd. He’s toting a chair with him and looks ready to use it first chance he has.

JENNY JERSEY: And finally…

“Grotans Barn” by Finntroll blasts through the speaker system and all eyes turn to the biggest man in REBEL.

JENNY JERSEY: He hails from Finland and weighs in at 320 pounds…Mr. Berserker!!!

Berserker stands at ringside and listens as his manager Ian Smith tries to give him some pointers. Berserker looks board though and slides into the ring!
The referee quickly calls for the bell and this three way dance has begun!

ROB MARTINEZ: Get out of there Jenny! Jesus, that Berserker guy is about as stable as Rosie O’ Donnell!

Manny X charges Berserker with his chair raised high, but takes a huge boot to the face that drops him like a bad habit! Vicious charges in and gets taken
up into the lights with a high back body drop! Berserker slowly turns around, waits for Vicious to pull himself up to his feet and then clotheslines the
man over the top rope! Manny is getting up as well and Berserker drives a knee into the side of his head. The fans watch in awe as this huge man stalks
the ring like an animal. Vicious has climbed up onto the ring apron and Berserker grabs him and simply hurls him back into the ring. Berserker grabs Manny,
then Vicious and knocks their heads together getting a nice pop from the crowd! Berserker drags Manny off the mat, shoots him into the ropes and almost
takes his head off with a clothesline! Vicious is trying to get to his feet when he’s grabbed from behind by the huge 6’11 monster. Berserker gorilla presses
Vicious above his head and then simply drops him on top of Manny X! Vicious rolls off of Manny and Mr. Berserker looks almost pleased with his destruction.
On the outside, Ian Smith is yelling something to his “client” and Berserker acknowledges his orders with a brief nod of the head. Vicious is pulled off
of the mat and takes a double handed choke bomb that shakes the ring.

One!

Two!

Three!

JENNY JERSEY: Vicious has been eliminated!!

Vicious rolls out of the ring and Berserker turns his attention back to a hurting Manny X. A running shoulder tackle lays out Manny and the huge man locks
in his Valhalla Vice finisher! Berserker looks, well berserk as he tries to crush the head of Manny! The referee is in there checking it out….It’s over!
The referee calls for the bell and Mr. Berserker lets go of poor Mannys head.

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh my god, he just squeezed the brains out of Manny X!

JENNY JERSEY: Manny X has been eliminated! Your winner…Mr. Berserker!!!

Berserker rolls out of the ring as Ian Smith looks on approvingly. Inside the ring, Manny is laying on the mat holding his head with his hands.

ROB MARTINEZ: Total dominance here tonight folks. Scary power. Wait a damn minute…Who is that?

It’s none other than 1/2 of The Celtic Assassins…”The Scottish Wrecking Machine” Al Thoes! He makes his way towards the ring, passing a confused looking
Mr. Berserker & Ian Smith and climbs into the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: Al Thoes? Where the Hell has he been? Last time we saw him was over a month ago!

Thoes grabs the microphone from Jenny Jersey and surveys the crowd.

AL THOES: Now, I know some of ye are wonderin’ what I’m thinkin’. I took some time away. I left Bobby to fend for himself. I stopped talking all together.
I hate to add to yer speculation, but as of right now, I’m putting REBEL on notice. I don’t care what faction ye belong to. I don’t care if you’re a champion
or a ten time loser. I don’t care if you’re an enemy or my tag partner. I will do what is best for me. If that means changing sides, or taking jobs for
the boss, so be it. If you have a problem with that?

Tell me to my face. I bleedin’ dare you.

Thoes drops the mic and starts to walk out when he notices Manny X still laying in the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: This looks grim….

Thoes grabs the chair that Manny brought with him to the ring and slides it with his foot closer to the fallen wrestler. The without wasting a minute, Thoes
drags Manny to his feet…

HAGGIS BUSTER ONTO THE CHAIR!!!

ROB MARTINEZ: Jesus! I think Manny X just had his back broken by Al Thoes! Someone get out here and help Manny!

Thoes looks down at the badly hurt wrestler and then rolls out of the ring. The local paramedics rush down to the ring to check on Manny as Thoes vanishes
into the back.

ROB MARTINEZ: I hope this isn’t a sign of things to come tonight.

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WU-TANG CLAN? WU-TANG CLAN! Wu-Tang Clan means Murcielago. The big man comes out, flanked by his new manager Enzo. Enzo brandishes his crowbar at the fans
on the way to the ring, fans who are giving Murcielago a chorus of jeers.

ROB MARTINEZ: The first Carolinas champion getting no love from the Greenville crowd tonight. I don’t think the fans appreciate Murcielago coming into this
match-up as Rick Garrett’s “hired gun” – not against a fan-favorite like Mike Trey.

Murcielago gets into the ring and waits for his opponent. He doesn’t seem to care too much about the adverse fan reaction. Enzo pumps his man up…

“Why don’t we do it in the road?”

The Greenville fans go crazy like it IS The Beatles coming to the ring… crazy for Mike Trey, “The Assman!” Grinning broadly, Trey comes down the aisle,
slapping hands with all the fans. He makes a circle around the ring before finally hitting up the apron. He obliges all the fans on the apron, turning
around… to give ‘em a wiggle.

That’s hot.

JENNY JERSEY: The following match is for one fall! Introducing first, accompanied by his manager Enzo, he weighs in at two-hundred and ninety pounds and
hails from Manhattan New York… Murcielagoooooo!

And his opponent, coming all the way from Manchester England… weighing in at two-hundred and thirty pounds Mike… “THE ASSMAN”… TREEEY!

ROB MARTINEZ: These two men have never faced each other in a REBEL Pro Wrestling ring… or anywhere else, for that matter. This has all the promise of
being a fantastic wrestling exhibition, but will Rick Garrett get involved yet again?

Referee Jimmy Johnson calls for the bell. Assman and Murcielago meet up in the center of the ring, Assman chewing gum and looking up the six-inches into
Murcielago’s eyes. Definite size advantage for Garrett’s hired gun, but Trey doesn’t look intimidated.

They break in the center, Assman getting the fans hyped some more as Murcielago has a few quick words with Enzo. What are these ruckus-rousers planning?
Back to center, match starts proper with a lock-up… which Murcielago wins by out-muscling Trey to the canvas. Murcielago brushes his shoulder off as Trey
looks up in surprise. Back up, Trey shoots Murcielago a glare and then ties up again. Once more, Murcielago with the POWER shoves Trey down to the canvas.
Trey shoots back up and gets right Murcielago’s face. Staredown part two.

ROB MARTINEZ: These two men are taking it careful in the opening moments of the match. A win here will put either man up in the rankings and into title
contention – Murcielago has tasted REBEL gold before, Assman has yet to climb that mountain. This one may go to the man who makes the first mistake.

Once more, a lock-up… no, Assman switches around behind! Trying a back suplex, the bigger man spins around behind, German Suplex, Assman blocks and hits
a Rube Goldberg bulldog! Murcielago face first to the canvas. He sits up, only to be hit by a soccer kick to the small of the back, Assman off the ropes
with a Curt Hennig rolling neck-snap. Watch out Radioactive Man! – Assman with a head-and-shoulders rolling pinfall! One, two, Murcielago gets out. Both
men to their feet, Assman grinning and letting Murcielago know he just got served a little. Murcielago grimaces, then gets up with a non-plussed head tilt.
He’s not impressed, it would seem.

Once-more into a lock-up, and Murcielago powers Assman into the corner. Ref calls for a clean break… Murcielago with a brutal over-hand chop across Assman’s
chest! No DQ in REBEL, not much a referee can do if these guys want to play dirty. Irish whip sends Assman across the ring, Murcielago with a charge, Assman
flips over the man instead! Murcielago stops short of crashing into the turnbuckles, turns around, dropkick from Mike Trey sends him right into them! Monkey-flip
from Mike Trey, Murcielago holds the ropes to block… Trey lands on his feet from the flip and rushes back in with forearm shivers to the side of Murcielago’s
head! And NOW there’s a monkey-flip that sprawls Murcielago out in the middle of the ring. Assman grabs leg and arm… La Majistral! One, two, Murcielago
kicks out of the pin! Assman holds his thumb and index finger close together, mouthing to Murcielago “this close, mate!”

ROB MARTINEZ: A game of human chess so far. Who says REBEL is all about violence? Certainly Mike Trey with no shortage of confidence, although I’m not sure
it’s a sound strategy to anger this near three-hundred pounder!

Once more up, and once more into the tie-up. Assman actually wins this one, slapping on a headlock — uh oh. Murcielago counters easily with a back suplex,
nearly dropping Assman right on the back of his head! The first Carolinas champion suckered Assman into that one, giving up the tie-up advantage… Assman
holding the back of his head, no rest for the weary as Murcielago lays in some heavy boots. Referee wants Murcielago to let the man get up, no dice. Murcielago
hauls Trey up, hammering him across the back before lifting him high for a suplex — oh my god, Murcielago just drops Trey body first into the canvas,
Dean Malenko-style! Assman writhing, Murcielago makes a cover, forearm across the forehead, one, two, Assman kicks out. Murcielago with another cover,
again grinding his forearm across the forehead when he does it, one, two, Assman gets out again. The fans boo Murcielago as he stands up and points at
Assman, saying “there’s your hero.”

Enzo yelling “keep on ‘im, keep on ‘im” from outside the ring as Murcielago sends Trey to the ropes and snap powerslams him onto the canvas. The canvas
shakes from the impact, cover, Assman again out at two. Murcielago pulls the man up, what’s this, a bear hug?

Nah. Murcielago just belly-to-belly suplexes Assman damn well across the ring. The big man grabs the top rope and stomps away on Assman, driving the latter
to the outside in a heap. Murcielago raises his arms. Jimmy Johnson telling Murcielago he can’t win it on the outside – and while the referee isn’t watching
(not that it would really matter in REBEL), Enzo starts putting the boots to Assman! Oh come on now!

ROB MARTINEZ: To the surprise of roughly no one, this Enzo is getting his licks in on Murcielago’s opponent. Come on Assman, it’s now or never!

Enzo rolls Assman back into the ring, where Murcielago is quick to pick him up. Irish whip, Assman ducks a lariat! He flies back with SPEED — Murcielago
catches him with a side slam and a half! He gets up and says “That’s it!” Assman yanked into DDT position, but Murcielago lifts the man up for the DROP
TOP — wait a minute! Assman flips out behind Murcielago and ASSCRACKER! Before Murcielago could do anything about it! Assman with a BIG MOVE right there…
but he’s too spent to make a cover! Both men are down on the canvas, Assman and Murcielago both flat on the canvas and the referee has to start a ten-count.
Crowd begins to chant “ASSMAN! ASSMAN! ASSMAN!” Murcielago, however, is the first one to his knees. He’s getting to his feet

KIP-UP!

ASSMAN ON HIS FEET AT EIGHT!

Murcielago fires a big right hand, Assman blocks and hits a chop! Punch blocked again, another chop! Assman starts firing away with chops and chops, backing
Murcielago into the ropes. Irish whip from Trey, reversed! Murcielago with a huge lariat — Assman ducks and hits a NECKBREAKER… with authority! Assman
floats over and hooks the leg!

ONE!

TWO!

Murcielago powers out before three! Assman shrugs it off, he’s not resting now! He sneaks beside the rising Murcielago and attempts a backslide! Murcielago
may be too strong though, he won’t allow himself to be taken over… Assman suddenly lets go of the arms, sending Murcielago off-balance! Assman off the
ropes with a LARIAT! Murcielago doesn’t quite go off his feet, so Assman shrugs and says “ONE MORE TIME!” Off the ropes – Enzo grabs his ankle! Assman
almost trips… he turns around and grabs Enzo, pulling him to the apron! ASSASSINATION! on the ring apron, Enzo goes splat back to the concrete! Assman
turns around

INTO THE MURCIELAGO SPINEBUSTER.

ONE!

TWO!

TH—

ROB MARTINEZ: HE KICKED OUT! HE KICKED OUT! Just when you thought it was over! What a match!

Murcielago gets up, says it’s OVER. POWERBOMB — Assman reverses into a sunset flip — but Murcielago quickly reverses into a pin of his own, NO! What
power! Murcielago hoisting Assman up off the canvas, POWERBOMB! Nails it! The cover…

KICK-OUT!

Murcielago swearing audibly as the crowd gets on their feet, roaring, cheering, Assman will not die! Once again Murcielago pulls up Trey, GERMAN SUPLEX
FROM HELL — Assman backflips out sneaks beside the man and nails a side Russian Leg Sweep! Perfectly executed! Assman backs off, letting the crowd know
it’s time for ASSCRACKER 2: ELECTRIC BOOGALOO! Murcielago slowly to his feet, no doubt dazed… Assman behind… but the Asscracker is blocked by Murcielago
reaching out a long arm and grabbing the top rope! Assman lands on his feet once more, slightly off balance, but that’s all the time Murcielago needs to
land a DIAMOND CUTTER on the man, snapping his neck down to the canvas! Holy crap, where did that come from? Murcielago hooks the leg and gets ONE, TWO,
THREE!

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of the match, Murcielago!

ROB MARTINEZ: He calls that move Defcon-1, a new addition to his arsenal, and it was enough to finally put away Mike Trey here tonight. A big win for Murcielago
and certainly Rick Garrett must be pleased with the result as well. Has the Assman bitten off more than he can chew, going after the REBEL owner?

Assman is slowly getting to his feet, the fans giving him an ovation. He doesn’t look too pleased though… what’s next for The Assman in his private war?
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* Exclusive DVD Scene *

Outside the Greenville Sports Connection we find the three members of C.A.B.S. handing out flyers for Censorship Against Bad Stuff, or at least trying to.
The trio seem to be discussing tonights plans. Who says they can’t multi task? Ace speaks first, as usual.

ACE ADAMS: We’ve all got to be on the look out for Warren and Assman tonight. Those two runts seem to have some sort of vendetta and have sworn revenge
against us.

STEVEN WYLDE: Do we really need to be worried about them?

ACE ADAMS: No, but I’ll be damned if we’re falling victim to a damn sneak attack!

ROSIE CHEEKS: If we all stick together…

STEVEN WYLDE: We’ll be stronger.

ACE ADAMS: Exactly! I want you two at ringside with me when I defeat that ‘garbage wrestler’, Warren, and when we’re backstage I want us looking out for
Assman. If he attacks us I want us to leave him a bloodied mess, just like I’ll leave Warren in the ring! If those idiots want to take exception to our
mission, then they’ll have a battle on their hands.

STEVEN WYLDE: A battle?

ACE ADAMS: We’re not going down without a fight.

ROSIE CHEEKS: We’re not going down, at all! That’s totally not what we came here to do.

ACE ADAMS: That’s the spirit. Steven, you could learn a thing or two from Rosie.

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ROB MARTINEZ: Welcome back, it’s now time for some tag team action! Last week saw ECFW’s Brat Pack win The Foundation’s REBEL-Pro Tag Team Championships.
This week, The Foundation is looking to get back on track in hopes of receiving another shot at the gold. Standing in their way is the new team of Kyle
Roberts and Bobby O’Brady, former enemies who traded NAPW’s Tag Team Championships back in December and January, but who have now united against a common
enemy – the Crimes. It should be a great one!

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, from Zamunda and Hollywood, Florida, they weigh a combined four hundred and seventy-two pounds and were REBEL’s first-ever
Tag Team Champions – THE FOUNDATIOOONN!

AKForty’s “The New Foundation plays down the Crimes members, accompanied by Mr. B. They look determined to get back on the road to the Tag Titles they lost
just a week ago today. Thomas Young steps through first and holds the ropes open for Prince Darko. They step inside and ready themselves for battle, right
when Philosopher Kings’ “I Am the Man” hits the PA.

JENNY JERSEY: And their opponents, hailing from Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan and Belfast, Northern Ireland respectively and weighing in at a combined five hundred
thirty-two pounds, the team of Stylin’ Kyle Roberts and Bobby OOOOOOO’BRAAAAAAADYYYYYY!

Roberts hams his way up the aisle as O’Brady walks behind him, almost statuesque – you know, if statues could move and stuff. They enter the ring together,
and Roberts lets it be known that he’s starting the match off. Across the ring, Prince Darko and Young shoot rocks, paper scissors – Young wins, and Darko
begrudgingly steps out onto the apron. The bell rings, and we’re off!

ROB MARTINEZ: Can these two men co-exist long enough to take out the Crimes? Is the Commonwealth for real? Let’s find out!

The match gets underway with Roberts squaring off against The Foundation’s Thomas Young. These two are no strangers to each other after having gone to war
several times in REBEL’S sister fed NAPW. Young calls for a test of strength, and Roberts obliges at first – before kicking him in the stomach and laughing
in his face. Roberts tries for a Moose Jaw Driver but Young fights his way off Robert’s shoulders and forearms him to the back of the head. Young spins
Roberts around and quickly opens up a barrage of fist and forearm strikes that send the former Five-Time NAPW Tag Champion scampering to the ropes for
his partner. And here comes Bobby O’Brady! Power clothesline takes Young’s head off! Young pops up and eats another lariat! O’Brady drops an elbow to the
gut – no one’s home and O’Brady jumps up to grab his elbow in pain. Young kicks his leg out from behind! And stomps on the elbow! STOMP! On the elbow again!
Another STOMP! O’Brady is writhing in pain. Young tags out to Darko, and picks O’Brady up for an arm wrench – Young with an Axehandle Smash to the elbow!
And he slaps on the armbar as Young exits. He’s not going for a submission, just looking to cause a little pain. Or a lot of pain. He twists as hard as
he can before letting go and stomping once more on that injured body part. O’Brady starts on his way back to his feet, but Darko hits him square in the
kisser with a Big Boot to knock him back down. Young covers and gets just a one and half before O’Brady powers out. O’Brady gets up once more but gets
hammered with a Running DDT. Young hops off the apron to pick up a chair and slide it into the ring for Darko to use. Darko waves him off. “Gimme the big
guns” he tells his teammate. Young knows what he’s talking about – and he slides in a table! The fans begin to buzz as Darko sets the table up here in
the early goings of the match. He places it in the corner parallel with the turnbuckles, and then goes to whip O’Brady into it – but turns around to find
Kyle Roberts, who was tagged while the Prince’s back was turned. Toe kick doubles Darko over – a savage European uppercut floors him! And Roberts has got
the chair! He swings for Darko’s head, but he gets his hands and takes the brunt of the blow on his outstretched palms. Young in from behind hits a Yakuza
kick on the back of Roberts’ head! And now it’s a tag team stomp out of Kyle Roberts – but in comes O’Brady! A double clothesline takes both men down,
but he immediately grabs his arm and falls to his knees in pain. Young woozily gets up and sees O’Brady down on his knees in front of him and drills him
with the Young Cutter. He goes to pin O’Brady, and the ref has lost so much control in the mayhem that he counts the fall. One…two…kickout! Roberts
is too his feet, leaning against the table in the corner. Darko tells Young to assume the position; Young lays down on his hands and knees in front of
Roberts, still leaning on that table – and Darko takes flight! Oh no! Roberts oves out of the way and Darko sails through the ladies herbal viagra table! The fans are chanting
“REBEL, REBEL” as Roberts gets up and meets Young for some back and forth strikes. The two fight it all the way from center ring over the top ropes and
out onto the floor, punching and kicking the whole way. Back in the ring, O’Brady rolls over and pins Prince Darko. ONEEEEEE…..TWOOOOO…..KICKOUT!

ROB MARTINEZ: The referee has lost control in this one – big surprise, wouldn’t you say?

On the arena floor, Roberts is on top of Young and pounding away on his face. He gets up, roots around for something harder to hit him with, and fishes
a length of chain from underneath the ring – why the hell is that even there? To keep Caliban chained down in case of an attack? Roberts wraps it around
is fist and picks Young up, positioning him against the ring post. He rears back, this will crush Young’s skull! Somebody stop this! POWWW!!! “OWWWWWWW!!!!”
Young moved out of the way and Roberts’ hand may be broken! The chain slides off his fist and he’s grabbing at his right hand – Young whips him hard into
the guardrail! Roberts tries to get up, but here’s Young charging! Back body drop sends him into the sea of humanity! Roberts rolls over railing as well,
and now it’s on. He’s ignoring the pain in his hand, throwing massive hurting bombs at Young, who’s fighting back with everything he’s got. Young rakes
the eyes, but Roberts rakes them right back! They keep the fight going all the way towards the back and disappear behind a curtain near the side of the
auditorium! Back in the ring, O’Brady is peppering Darko with right hands in a corner. He picks up the chair and pins Darko to the turnbuckle by jamming
it sideways into the ropes. O’Brady fires two quick forearms to keep Darko trapped behind the steel, and then takes several steps back. Charge at the seated
Darko – BASEBALL SLIDE to the NUTS!

ROB MARTINEZ: From Tenor to Soprano in a matter of seconds!

Darko is beyond a world of hurt. He’s in a galaxy of hurt, known only to men who have been kicked as hard or harder in the “testes satchel”. O’Brady kicks
the chair into his face for good measure before finally removing it from the corner and tossing it aside so he can pin Darko – and somehow Darko kicks
out at two and a half! O’Brady doesn’t agree with the ref and lets him know by pie-facing him to the mat. He picks Darko up by the fro and goes for a whip
to the corner, but Darko counters and hits a wrap-around DDT on the chair which was so unceremoniously dropped by O’Brady! Cover! The ref is late! One,
two, kickout thanks to the late count! Now it’s Darko’s turn to be pissed – but he’s not so nice. He kicks the ref in the gut and nails him with the Zamunda
Driver! Mr. B is frantically calling for a new ref so that Darko can finish O’Brady off. In the ring, Darko and O’Brady are trading blows when Mr. B, still
shouting for an official, slides a big, heavy weightlifting belt into the ring. That can’t be good for whoever DOESN’T get their hands on it. O’Brady sees
it and thumbs Darko eyes – Bodyslam! O’Brady picks up the belt, and Mr. B jumps to the apron to take the ultimate sacrifice for the man he managed to a
Tag Team Championship – yeah right! He dives down as soon as O’Brady so much as glances in his direction, and the beating begins! WHOOSH! THWACK! “AAAAHHH”
“OOOOOOHH” (I think you can figure out which sounds are what, and who’s making them) WHOOSH! THWACK! “AAAAHHH” “OOOOOOHH” WHOOSH! THWACK! “AAAAHHH” “OOOOOOHH”
WHOOSH! THWACK! “AAAAHHH” “OOOOOOHH” WHOOSH! THWACK! “AAAAHHH” “OOOOOOHH” WHOOSH! THWACK! “AAAAHHH” “OOOOOOHH” WHOOSH! THWACK! “AAAAHHH” “OOOOOOHH” WHOOSH!
THWACK! “AAAAHHH” “OOOOOOHH” WHOOSH! THWACK! “AAAAHHH” “OOOOOOHH” WHOOSH! THWACK! “AAAAHHH” “OOOOOOHH”

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh…my….God. Ten lashes…TEN FREAKING LASHES WITH THAT HEAVY BELT!

Darko is quivering on the mat, his back already growing welts. There’s a cut right around his shoulder where the buckle caught him. O’Brady tosses the belt
aside, picks Darko up, and piledrives him onto the steel chair. He covers – the new ref is beating it down the aisle! The fans have already counted to
six! New ref is in! ONEEEEEE……TWOOOOOO……..TWO AND A HALF ONLY!

ROB MARTINEZ: How on earth did Prince Darko kickout?

How on earth DID he? O’Brady picks Darko up – but drops him immediately when he sees whats goin on up on the balcony.

ROB MARTINEZ: Ladies and gentlemen, hold onto your seats – Stylin’ Kyle Roberts and Thomas Young have fought all the way up to the balcony! O’Brady watches
on helplessly as his teammate toys with disaster!

Young picks up a chair left laying unattended and hammers Roberts in the back with it, dropping him to his knees. Young rears back hard and tries to land
a death blow, but Kyle moves. He lands a Polar-izer some 15 feet above the concrete floor! Below are several tables laden with REBEL merchandise – hey,
is that a Brian Bruno t-shirt? That guy quit! ROLL-UP BACK IN THE RING! O’Brady was caught being a spectator! ONE, TWO, NEAR-FALL! O’Brady almost cost
his team the match! And boy, does he look pissed! He tosses Darko over the top rope and heads to the turnbuckles at the same time Roberts has Young leaning
up against the railing. O’Brady with a flying clothesline but it’s countered with a superkick to the face by Darko! both men are down! Young punches him
right in the kisser to back Roberts off of him – Roberts charges! He’s back body dropped over the rail! OH NO! Roberts grabs the rail and hangs on for
dear life, swinging from the railing! He pulls himself using all the strength he’s got left, but there’s Thomas Young right in his face! Young swings a
chair at him – but Roberts shoulder thrusts him through the railing, causing the chair to fall harmlessly to the floor below. Roberts stands up on the
railing – what balance – and hits a missile dropkick on Young! Holy cow! Both men are down up on the balcony, but Prince Darko is stirring at ringside.
He picks O’Brady up and rolls him back into the ring. O’Brady manages to get to his feet as Darko follows him in, but his attempt at a Belly to Belly Suplex
is countered with TCS! Darko with the pin!

ONEEEEEE!

TWWWWOOOOOO!!

THR-NOO! Kickout at the last possible moment!

What’s this now? Young and Roberts are brawling up the entrance ramp, headed towards the ring! O’Brady drops Prince Darko with a running powerslam! Young
has the upper hand and throws Roberts into the steel steps. He climbs onto the apron, where Bobby O’Brady promptly decks him with a steel chair! Young
falls off the apron, out cold! O’Brady hops out and goes to pick up Roberts so they can double team for the win – but it’s Darko from behind! Over and
Out on the floor! Darko picks up Kyle Roberts and rolls him into the ring. Where’s Darko headed now? He’s no high flyer, but he’s headed for the top rope!
Flying elbow drop – MISSES! Darko is up like a shot, grabbing his side in pain. He just as quickly falls right back down face first. Roberts gets to his
feet and picks Darko up – Moose Jaw Driver! Cover! ONEEEE…..TWOOOOO…..TH-KICKOUT! Prince Darko isn’t dead just yet, he gets up and trades punches with
Roberts – Darko with a forearm to the throat! He whips Roberts to the ropes and The Effect! He pins Kyle Roberts! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT, he almost had him!
Darko scoops Roberts off the mat, he wants to end it now. He takes a few steps behind him and delivers Over and Out – but Roberts pushes him off! Darko
pops up BAM! Emerald Fusion! Young gets back into the ring to break up the fall at two and a half! Kyle Roberts hits Thomas Young with the Emerald Fusion!
And he turns right around into a Zamunda Driver!

ONE!!!!

TWWOOOOO!

THREE!

NO! NO! NO! Kickout! Kyle Roberts has kicked out! Prince Darko can’t believe it and he turns his back to let the referee have it – Bobby O’Brady is back
in the ring! And he borrows his partners Haggis Buster, laying Darko out for good! Roberts is sort of the legal man, so he covers!

ONEEEE!

TWOOOO!

THRREEEEEE!!!

JENNY JERSEY: Here are your winners, the team of STYLIN’ KYLE ROBERTS AND BOBBY OOOOOOOO’BRAAAAAADYYYY!

ROB MARTINEZ: How about that? After dominating the REBEL-Pro Tag Team division for months, The Foundation has just lost it’s second match in a row! It looks
like the Commonwealth just might be REBEL’s answer to the Crimes after all. What a crazy, wild, match-up!

Roberts and O’Brady leave the ring together, victorious in their first match as a team. In the ring, Darko and Young have finally gotten on their feet,
but seem to have started in with one another. Darko can he overheard asking Thomas Young “Where the hell were you?”, but we can’t quite make out Young’s
answer. Mr. B gets in between them and ushers them back to the locker room. Trouble in paradise? Perhaps…

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

“Welcome To The Jungle!” by Guns ‘N Roses smashes the speakers and the crowd pops for everyones favorite underdog!

JENNY JERSEY: Coming to the ring first, he hails from just behind the local Circle K and weighs in at 187 pounds…Warren!!!

Warren comes out from the back to a nice pop from the Greenville crowd! He’s wearing his new tee shirt that reads simply…”I Heart Garbage Wrestling”

Warren climbs into the ring and looks ready for a battle as “Censored Truth” by Naked Aggression replaces Axl Rose on the speakers.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent, he’s a member of the C.A.B.S, and weighs in at 239 pounds….Ace Adams!!!

Ace Adams steps out from the back to a huge chant of “asshole! asshole!” It doesn’t help that he’s flanked by Rosie Cheeks and Steven Wylde. The trio make
their way to the ring looking sharp in their dockers.

ROB MARTINEZ: Here comes the fun lovin’ CABS. I think the last time Ace Adams cracked a smile is back when George senior was in office.

As the trio near ringside they’re surprised by Warren taking flight over the top rope with a suicide dive! Instantly a “Holy Shit!” chant erupts through
the crowd. The referee calls for the bell as Warren pulls Adams to his feet and rolls him into the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: Warren making sure that the other CABS members don’t get involved in this match!

Inside the ring, Adams is pulled up and shot into the ropes only to get flattened by a dropkick! Warren goes for a quick cover but only manages a count
of one. Adams scrambles back to his feet and Warren pops him with a stiff forearm shot to the head. Warren backs Adams against the ropes and shoots him
off connecting with a flying back elbow. Adams quickly rolls to the outside as Warren talks smack to him. Adams quickly confers with the now recovered
Wylde and Cheeks and they quickly seem to form a plan. Adams rolls back into the ring and smiles at Warren. The two men lock up in the middle of the ring
and Adams uses his weight advantage to push Warren into a corner. The referee tries to get a clean break but no deal as Adams drives a knee into the gut
of Warren. A stiff European uppercut staggers Warren as the CABS cheer Adams on! Adams pulls Warren out of the corner and hits a snap suplex onto the loveable
slacker! Adams floats over for a cover but Warren kicks out at one! Adams gets up and pulls Warren to his feet as well. A scoop slam from Adams is followed
up by a legdrop that leaves Warren clutching at his throat.

ROB MARTINEZ: Despite a quick start from Warren Ace Adams has regained control of this match!

Warren is thrown to the outside by Adams and the duo of Wylde and Cheeks ease their way over to him. Warren gets to his feet and Wylde hits him with a sidekick!
Rosie yells for Wylde to pull Warren up and he does so. She slaps the taste out of Warrens mouth! The fans suddenly explode as Mike “Assman” Trey runs
out from the back! He rushes down to the ring, drops Wylde with a well placed right hand and starts to chase Rosie Cheeks around the ring! Adams slides
to the outside, grabs Warren and rolls him back in. A cover! Warren kicks out at two! The crowd goes nuts as Assman catches up with Rosie on the outside
and bends her over his knee! He gets ready to give her a long overdue spanking when he’s attacked from behind by Murcielago! The two men battle their way
to the back as inside the ring Ace hits a fisherman buster on Warren!

One!

Two!

Warren kicks out!

ROB MARTINEZ: Warren is hanging in there! But with Assman gone he’s badly outnumbered!

Adams pulls Warren to his feet and shoots him into a far corner. Ace charges in but takes a boot to the face! Warren pulls himself up to the second ring
rope and takes flight! Tornado DDT! Warren struggles up to his feet and executes a beautiful standing moonsault! Warren goes in for a cover but before
the referee can even make a count, Wylde reaches in and pulls Warren out of the ring! Wylde rams the head of Warren against the ring apron and then rolls
him back into the ring. Adams is getting to his feet and pulls Warren up to a vertical base. Forearm smash to the face! Another from Adams! A third sends
Warren sagging against the ring ropes. Adams tries for a running clothesline but Warren drops down and back drops the CABS member over the top rope and
down to the floor! Warren stumbles over to the nearest turnbuckle and quickly makes his way to the top. On the outside Wylde is helping Adams back to his
feet when both men are flattened by a cross body from Warren!

ROB MARTINEZ: This crazy bastard has no regard for his own safety! Come on Warren!

Warren pulls Adams off the floor and rolls him into the ring. He tries to follow him in but Rosie Cheeks grabs his leg! Warren tries to shake her off, but
she holds on like a fat kid with a snickers bar. Steven Wylde is up and clubs Warren across the back! Adams is yelling something and Wylde rolls Warren
back into the ring. Adams smiles as both Rosie Cheeks and Steven Wylde also roll into the ring and things look bleak for Warren.

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh come on I know there’s no rules in REBEL but do they really need to triple team Warren?

Ace Adams pulls Warren to his feet and locks him in a bearhug. Steven Wylde hits the ropes and then clobbers Warren with a running clothesline! As Warren
lays on the mat the CABS taunt the crowd.

“Grotans Barn” by Finntroll hits the speakers and all eyes look to the backstage curtain!

ROB MARTINEZ: What. The. Hell?

The freak known as Mr. Berserker stalks out from the back and makes his way to ringside!

ROB MARTINEZ: We already watched this man destroy Vicious and Manny X earlier, is he here to add Warren to that list?

Nope. Berserker rolls into the ring and almost knocks the head off of Wylde with a huge boot to the face! Adams rushes him and takes a big right hand to
the head! Rosie looks at her fallen comrades and beats a hasty retreat out of the ring! Mr. Berserker pulls Wylde to his feet and hurls him over the tope
rope to the floor. Warren is now back to his feet and is looking cautiously at the huge Mr. Berserker. After a tense moment Berserker smiles and tries
to hug Warren! Warren looks frightened by this but allows it to happen. From behind Mr. Berserker, Ace Adams gets to his feet and lands a clubbing blow
across the back of the big man! Berserker releases Warren and faces down Adams! Adams slips out of the ring like he was on fire and Mr. Berserker is hot
on his trail! Adams rounds a corner with Berserker right behind him when Wylde springs up and clubs the man monster with a clothesline! Adams rolls back
into the ring and watches as Berserker and Wylde brawl along the ringside area!

ROB MARTINEZ: This is nuts! Mr. Berserker seems to actually like Warren! Maybe he thinks Warren is a pet? I don’t even know what…HEY!!!

The camera pans around and we see Assman and Murcielago battling through the crowd and over the guard railing! They collapse near Rob and he tries to back
away from the battling REBELS. Inside the ring Ace has Warren backed into a corner and is planting kick after kick into the sternum of the young superstar!
Ace pulls Warren to his feet and goes for a European uppercut only to have Warren hook the arm and turn it into a backslide pin combo!

One!

Two!

Adams kicks out!

Adams scrambles to his feet and takes a running facebuster from Warren! Warren takes a moment to look at the chaos surrounding the ring and shakes his head
in disbelief. Adams is back up and takes a standing hurricanrana from the young Warren!

One!

Two!

Kickout by Adams!

Warren pulls Adams to his feet and leads him to the near corner. It looks like he’s going for his Microwave Burrito Buster! Amidst all the chaos Warren
never sees Rosie slip into the ring. Low blow by Rosie!

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She quickly rolls out of the ring just as Adams hits his Fully Censored finisher!

One!

Two!

Three!

ROB MARTINEZ: It’s cialis or viagra which is better over! Ace Adams picks up the win thanks to a ton of help from the outside!

JENNY JERSEY: Your winner…Ace Adams!!!

Mr. Berserker rolls Wylde into the ring and follows him in. Wyle gets to his feet and takes a wild barrage of rights and lefts from the big man! Murcielago
is also rolled into the ring and he’s followed by Assman! As Wylde and Berserker trade blows, Assman and Murcielago do their best to claw each others eyes
out. Adams is watching all the action and never sees Warren getting to his feet behind him!

ROB MARTINEZ: Now this is REBEL madness!

Adams is spun around by Warren and gets nailed with the Microwave Burrito Buster! Adams rolls out of the ring just as Berserker hits a big right hand to
the head of Wylde that sends him out over the top rope! Ass-Cracker from Assman! The fans pop huge for this move and Murcielago rolls to the outside as
well.

ROB MARTINEZ: Warren, Assman and Mr. Berserker are all standing tall in the middle of the ring! If there were any more of a diverse group of people out
there I’d like to see them! Well….Maybe not.

The three men celebrate in the ring as The CABS and Murcielago beat a hasty retreat.

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

ROB MARTINEZ: This match is going to be very interesting. We have a debuting superstar with high hopes of being one of the top players in the ranks of REBEL.
Opposite him is a deranged monster who is a top player in REBEL, but has been distracted of late with a beautiful woman, and a power struggle with his
handler and Miranda of the Commonwealth.

“Bullet With A Name” by NonPoint cranks out in Greenville, North Carolina. Mark Kingston struts out, wearing a robe reminiscent of “Nature Boy” Ric Flair.
He walks to the ring, with the presence of arrogance following him every step of the way. He gets a mixed reaction as many people don’t know him yet.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, making his REBEL in ring debut. He is wrestling out of Richmond, Virginia, and weighed in at two hundred seventy two pounds.
MARK KINGSTON!

ROB MARTINEZ: This kid has already set his sights on the REBEL Championship. He has claimed that the monster Caliban will not stop him in his quest to get
a shot at the title. Tonight we see if he has can you mix viagra and cialis the muscle to back up his hustle.

Nine Inch Nails begins to fill the ears of the fans in attendance. Iago brings to the ring… Caliban! The monster is fired up already and Iago is smiling
big. Caliban enters the ring, and Mark Kingston stares a hole through him. Mark is showing no fear.. will that be so later on? No Miranda in the corner
tonight, which may or may not effect Caliban. Boos fill the arena.. but are they for Caliban… or Iago?

JENNY JERSEY: His opponent is accompanied to the ring by Iago. He is wrestling out of the Amazon Basin. He weighed in at three hundred fifty pounds… HE
IS THE MONSTER… CALIBAN!

Jimmy Johnson is the ref. The bells sounds, and this will not be the wrestling match that Mark Kingston would like to have. This is a big guy fighting a
bigger man, and a clash of styles. Mark sizes up Caliban who charges. Mark moves out of his corner as Caliban splashes the empty turnbuckle. Mark goes
for a school boy roll up, that gains a modest one count.

ROB MARTINEZ: Caliban missed early, and Mark showed that he will be patient, try to capitalize off any or all mistakes made by his opponent.

Mark attempts a leg lock but is quickly kicked in the mouth. Caliban gains his footing rather quickly, grabs Mark by the head, then delivers punishing head
butts. Mark is head butted one last time, making five in all… and Kingston falls to the mat. Caliban leaps into the air for a huge stomp but misses.
Mark goes quickly to the outside. He tries to catch his breath, then searches for an equalizer. He finds a steel chair that he hopes will fill the need
quite nicely. He re-enters the ring as Iago gives instructions to his monster.. half man.. half monster!

ROB MARTINEZ: Harrah’s Casino in Cherokee, North Carolina didn’t place a line on this match… Mark being new and all. Lets see how his chair swinging abilities
are.

Mark enters the ring with the chair. He swings hard at Caliban who punches at the same time… AND DENTS THE DAMN CHAIR! Mark looks shocked, as does the
crowd… as Caliban takes the chair and throws it over the top rope.

ROB MARTINEZ: Dammit.. Do I get hazard pay? Chair landing like two foot away!

Caliban picks up Mark in a double handed choke and tosses him across the ring. Caliban wastes no time, and quickly picks up Kingston. GORILLA PRESS DROP!
He covers Mark, just as Iago instructs.

ONE…

TWO…

FOOT ON THE ROPE!

Caliban picks up Mark by his long brown hair. He slams him down hard. Mark arches up in pain, grabbing his lower back. Caliban uses a foot choke, and Jimmy
Johnson has no choice but to watch on. Gotta love the REBEL rules! Caliban picks him up and stands him near the ropes. generic cialis canada Mark is dazed as the big man charges
into the other ropes, rebounds like a freight train. He charges with a clothesline, but Mark moves last split second, and Caliban goes over the ropes…
AND HIS HEAD’S STUCK!

ROB MARTINEZ: The big mans momentum carried him over oddly and he is trapped in the top and middle ropes. Iago is made to stay back by the opportunistic
Kingston.

Kingston grabs a steel chair from ringside, and Caliban can’t block these. SWING AND A HIT! SWING NUMBER TWO AND A HIT! HE SWINGS FOR A THIRD TIME, AND
HITS THE ROPES, AS THE CHAIR RICOCHETS INTO THE FACE OF Mark KINGSTON! Caliban’s head slipped out right before. The monster is laying on the ground stunned.
We can’t tell how bad his head is hurt, but he is getting up really slow. Mark only caught a glancing shot, and is waiting for the big man to get in. Iago
gives some instructions, and the crowd is buzzing as… Miranda walks out. She takes her place on the across from Iago at ringside. Iago is looking very
displeased. Caliban enters as Mark goes for a quick chair shot, but undershoots it, and misses him. Caliban grabs Mark and throws him into the ropes. Off
the rebound, Caliban catches Kingston with a tilt-a-world back breaker.

ROB MARTINEZ: Miranda is shouting to Caliban, “work on his back, and drive in knees”. Iago on the other hand is telling him to finish Kingston off.

Caliban looks confused and does nothing! Kingston takes the time to recover, and hits the ropes. He jumps high in the air and nails a beautiful leg lariat
on the huge Caliban. Caliban is down. Iago is pissed. Miranda is encouraging him still. Mark goes for the pin only to get a two count. Mark Kingston turns
him over and tries to apply the Kingston Clutch. The massive Caliban makes it hard, and Mark can barely lock the move on. Caliban breaks the hold. Mark
stands up and drops down on the back of Caliban. Mark then focuses on the left leg. He takes the chair, and slams it into the back of the leg. BAM! AGAIN!
Mark Kingston is relentless with the chair. Caliban tries to get up. Another shot with the chair. Mark finally drops the chair. He helps Caliban to his
feet. Big boot attempt by Mark, trying to set up his Richmond Lariat. Caliban catches the boot. He then pulls Mark close and delivers a devastating clothesline.
Kingston’s head hit the mat awkward and seems to be out of it.

ROB MARTINEZ: Miranda is telling Caliban to finish him now, and Iago says no… you need to punish him more. Caliban looks confused once again!

Iago is putting a table into the ring, as Miranda pleads to him to just finish him. Caliban sees the table, the crowd erupts as Caliban picks up the table.
The table leg isn’t cooperating, and Caliban is having troubles. Iago is frustrated and enters the ring. He tries to fix the table, and… no one pays
attention to Mark Kingston. He is on one knee. Miranda tries to warn Caliban as Iago tells her to “shut the hell up”. Mark sneaks up and rolls up the big
man. Jimmy Johnson with the count.

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!!!

Iago is still messing with the table as the bell sounds. He looks around and sees Jimmy Johnson raising the hand of the winner..

JENNY JERSEY: THE WINNER OF THE MATCH… MARK KINGSTON!

Mark slumps in the corner, holding his head. Caliban is furious, and begins stomping the hell out of Mark Kingston. Miranda enters the ring and Caliban
stops at her request. Iago steps up, and gets into the face of Miranda. He is calling her every name in the book, and she starts to yell back.

ROB MARTINEZ: Iago just told Caliban to attack her. Caliban grabs her by the throat. OH MY GOD… DON’T DO THIS! SHE IS ONE THIRD HIS SIZE!

Caliban looks at her and Iago is screaming. Caliban then… GRABS IAGO WITH THE OTHER HAND, AND RELEASES MIRANDA… IAGO IS TURNED AROUND AND… HEEEAAARRTT
OF DARKNESS THROUGH THE TABLE! IAGO MIGHT BE DEAD! THE CROWD EXPLODES WITH CHEERS! Miranda quickly exits the ring, with Caliban following her. EMT’s check
the status of Iago. Mark Kingston, the winner of this chaotic match is finally making his way to the back.

ROB MARTINEZ: Miranda has Caliban? What will this mean for the landscape of REBEL?

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The REBEL fans are abuzz after the last match. It’s been quite a night so far, and there’s still one match to go.

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for ONE FALL, and is for the CAROLINAS CHAMPIONSHIP!

AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIBBBBBBBBBBAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

Salsa music hits the speakers and the crowd pops as FREDRICK EGLASIES ARMAND-ROMANO emerges from the curtain, wearing his Zorro-mask and carrying a black
bag over his shoulder.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, from Dallas, Texas; and weighing in at two-hundred and TWENTY FIVE pounds! FREDRICK! EGLASIES! ARMAND-ROMANO! FEEEEEAAAAARRRRRRR!
ROB MATRINEZ: Quite a reception here for the man who won his first match with a bag of spiders! I wonder what creepy crawlies he has with him tonight?

FEAR climbs into the ring, depositing his bag in one of the corners, and taking a bow for the applauding crowd.

I USED TO BE BROKE, CONFUSED, NO JOKE, GOT USED!

The salsa music fades out and Kid Rock

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hits the speakers with “Cocky”. If FEAR got a good reception, “The Show” CHAD KURTIS gets a GREAT reception. Some
of the guys in the front row are giving him a standing ovation, and get glad handed for their trouble as Kurtis circles the ring, and slides in.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent, from Paducah, Kentucky; and weighing in at two hundred and THIRTY pounds! He is the CAROLINAS CHAMPION… “THE SHOW”! CHAD!
KURTIIIIIISSSS!

The Show hits a corner turnbuckle and raises his title belt high overhead, taking a second to mug for the crowd.

ROB MARTINEZ: “The Show” Chad Kurtis won the Carolinas Championship just last week, and now he aims to be the first man to actually retain this belt on
his first defense. The hotly contested Carolinas belt, however, doesn’t seem to like to stay with any one holder for more than a little while.

Kurtis hands the belt off to Dale McDonald, and he and FEAR meet in the middle of the ring. Aaand… there’s the bell!

Kurtis and Armand-Romano both lock right up to a cheer from the crowd, and begin jockeying for position. They struggle with each other for a moment, then
break apart to applause. They circle for a moment, then lock back up. Again the two men, both fairly evenly sized, struggle for the advantage. After another
moment, they break apart a second time. And suddenly, FEAR is airborne! Standing Dropkick Flip! Kurtis drops! FEAR kips up and goes for a Senton Splash,
but lands on the unforgiving canvas, The Show having rolled aside. The Show hops to his feet, now, rushes the ropes as FEAR sits up… Running Dropkick!
FEAR goes splat on the mat. The Show hops up, STANDING SHOOTING STAR PRESS!

Nobody home!

FEAR, having rolled out of the ring, slides back in and rushes the ropes opposite himself as The Show clambers to his feet. He ricochets off the ropes…
Hand Stand Springing Elbow! The Show topples again, and now Fredrick with the pin! One! Only one. He rises to his feet and again rushes the ropes for the
rebound… but Chad suddenly kips up! SUPERKICK! Both men topple and the crowd – who haven’t sat down through that entire opening exchange – go WILD!

ROB MARTINEZ: Wow! Just… wow! Two high fliers showing us how it’s done, tonight!

McDonald starts counting both men down, as the crowd chants “Let’s go SHOW! Let’s go FEAR!” One! Two! Three! Chad Kurtis starts stirring. Four! Five! FEAR
is moving too. Six! Seven! And both men have retaken their feet. The REBEL fans applaud, and The Show lurches forward, and unloads with a European-style
Uppercut. FEAR staggers back, and the Show catches an arm, whipping him into the ropes. FEAR rebounds, going low, and Chad Kurtis Leapfrogs over him. Armand-Romano
rebounds again, this time using the momentum to leap into a Flying Cross Body! Kurtis… catches him! Fall-Away Slam! Chad Kurtis scrambles up, rushes
over and pulls FEAR up after him. The Show drives his opponent toward one side of the ring and hits a Drop Toe Hold. FEAR flails, then trips and sags over
the second rope, looking spent. Kurtis hits the far ropes, rebounds, goes over the top rope for a LEGDROP… but FEAR pulls himself back at the last second!
The Show lands on his ass on APRON and spills to ringside with the REBEL fans GROANING in sympathy. He clutches at his rear and howls at ringside, then
slowly begins to retake his feet.

ROB MARTINEZ: Sometimes the high risk moves just don’t pay off… here comes FEAR!

Fredrick with the Plancha over the top rope! Kurtis is sent crashing into the hard, cold floor! FEAR picks himself up, and stalks over to where The Show
is pulling himself up with the guardrail. He grabs a handful of Kurtis’ hair, and whips him into the apron, then charges after him, but The Show ducks
aside. Armand-Romano catches himself on the edge of the ring, and turns in time to take a Spinning Clothesline that drops him against the apron. The Show
pulls FEAR up and whips him next into the ringpost, BONG! Headfirst, which earns a groan from the front row. FEAR sags against the post, and clutches at
his head. Kurtis is still on the attack, taking FEAR by the head and back and – not unlike a battering ram – smashes him into the ringsteps which explode
apart, leaving FEAR in a heap amidst the metal. Chad backs up to the guardrail, gets a running start… but FEAR dives aside and Chad crashes into the
metal heap himself. Kurtis winces and pulls himself to his feet… but FEAR gets a running start, runs up three steps and DROPKICKS Kurtis into the nearby
ringpost! Another big groan from the crowd, mixed with a big cheer for FEAR. Armand-Romano, now on the offensive again, pulls up The Show and goes to drive
his head into the post again, but Chad blocks, grabs FEAR by the head, and drives HIM headfirst into the apron. FEAR’s bell looks rung, and he slumps against
the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: The Show looks like he wants to bring things back into the ring, rolling FEAR under the bottom rope.

Kurtis rises, back in the ring, and gestures for FEAR to get up. Fredrick staggers up, shaking the fog from his slightly battered head, and suddenly Kurtis
is locking up with him from behind. German… no. FEAR hooking the leg, shaking his head “No”. Kurtis tries again, but FEAR refuses again, and manages
to do a standing switch. Before he can take advantage, The Show throws out an elbow, and standing switches himself… German Suplex! Kurtis rolls through,
still holding tight… but doesn’t go for the second one. Instead, he spins in place, whipping Armand-Romano into the corner. Kurtis rushes after him,
leaping to the top rope over FEAR’s head, and locking in for the FRANKENSTEINER… but Fredrick catches hold of him, somehow turns himself… ELECTRIC
CHAIR DROP… and he rolls through for a pin!

One!

Two!

Only two.

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ROB MARTINEZ: Perhaps a body splash… Kurtis is up!

Indeed he is! Chad Kurtis literally runs up the ropes and catches hold of Armand-Romano’s head, turns, and DIVES! Top Rope BULLDOG! FEAR goes SPLAT on the
top of his head, right in the middle of the ring!

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh Momma No!

Chad Kurtis turns him over and then the pin! One! Two! Kickout at two. Somehow, FEAR still has the presence of mind to stay in this match. The Show doesn’t
miss a beat; on his feet, into the corner…

Best!

Moonsault!

EVER!

One!

Two!

Thrkickout!

The Show is still all business. He pulls FEAR up to his feet, sticks his head between his legs and is signalling that it’s all over, baby! CK Fin – nope!
FEAR plants an elbow in Kurtis’ midsection, pulls himself free, and somehow turns it into a Fisherman Suplex… with the pin! One! Two… Kurtis kicks
free! FEAR pulls him to his feet, springboards off the nearest rope in one jump, and puts The Show back onto the canvas with a dropkick! The fans are cheering
again.

“This is AWESOME!” Clap, clap, clap clap clap.

FEAR glances down at the prone Show, over the crowd… and points at his black bag.

ROB MARTINEZ: Uh-oh.

The crowd goes BANANAS! Grinning, FEAR picks up the bag, unties it, and dumps… dozens of SNAKES onto the prone Chad Kurtis! Chad Kurtis FREAKS OUT! He
throws most of the snakes off and scrambles to his feet… FEAR is on him! VICTORY ROLL!

One! Two! THREE!

ROB MARTINEZ: Wait! The Show managed to catch hold of the ropes with one of his hands!

Indeed, Dale McDonald seems to have noticed and isn’t calling for the bell, but Fredrick Eglasies Armand-Romano seems to think that he’s just won this match!
He’s on his feet, snakes slithering around the ring, and raising his arms in victory! The crowd is cheering… but not in congratulations… they’re cheering
because Chad Kurtis is on his feet! FEAR seems to finally realize that the match isn’t over, turns… toe kick!

C!

K!

FINALE!

ONE! TWO! THREE!

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner… and STILL Carolinas Champion… “The SHOW”! CHAD! KURTISSSSS!

ROB MARTINEZ: Wow! What a frenetic match! These two set a break-neck pace and never let it slow down! And when the smoke clears, The Show is STILL the Carolinas
Champion! What a retention!

“The Show” Chad Kurtis takes the title belt from Dale McDonald and holds it to his chest, grinning ear to ear! He rises to his feet while two ring techs
try and wrangle the snakes. FEAR, too, has risen to his feet, looking disappointed, but he offers Kurtis a handshake… one which The Show happily accepts.
The crowd cheers wildly!

ROB MARTINEZ: Chad Kurtis retains the title in a great match! This means that next week on the REBEL/NAPW Supershow that the Stairway To Hell match…Will
be for the REBEL Carolinas Title!

“The Show” Chad Kurtis rolls out of the ring as FEAR stands in the middle of the ring waving to his fans. Then from nowhere The Foundation come over the
guard rails, slide in the ring behind FEAR and attack him!

ROB MARTINEZ: The Foundation! They must be trying to get rid of FEAR before the Supershow!

Chad runs back to the ring and slides inside and The Foundation attack him as well! The crowd suddenly pops huge as Stylin’ Kyle Roberts heads out from
the back!

ROB MARTINEZ: It’s Roberts! He’s going to save his partner from this beatdown!

It doesn’t happen though as Roberts is jumped from behind by the REBEL Heavyweight Champion Rex Caliber! The duo are brawling in the asile as inside the
ring The Foundation are putting the boots to both Chad Kurtis and FEAR!

ROB MARTINEZ: Folks I have a feeling this is the calm before the storm! We need security out here to get some damn order!

Our last image of the show is that of Caliber sliding into the ring and helping attack FEAR! Roberts is laying on the outside as Kurtis has been left for
dead. The Crimes look to dominate…

A sign of things to come?

Red, White & Bruised – 07/03/2007

Red, White & Bruised
07/03/2007
It’s 6:30 and the folks of Wilson, NC are hyped for some REBEL action! Already the gymnasium of the Salvation Boys & Girls Club is filling up with people
who have either heard about or seen a REBEL DVD. The stars are out as well, we see The Bluegrass Mafia at the merchandise table signing autographs and
Lyndsey Valentine is getting her picture taken with fans. The odd trio of Warren, FEAR and Mike “Assman” Trey are mingling with fans along ringside smiling
and handing out flyers for the Greenville show next week. Outside of the gymnasium, the C.A.B.S – Censorship Against Bad Stuff, are trying to tell people
the evils of “Garbage wrestling.” We see Rob Martinez and the ever sexy Jenny Jersey emerge from the back and several fans along ringside immediately start
a small “Jenny!” chant. Martinez signs a few autographs while Jenny gets her picture taken with several college kids with raging hormones.

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

They’re in Wilson getting ready for some real fireworks!

Let REBEL Reign!

“Killing In The Name Of…” by Rage Against The Machine pounds the speakers and the capacity crowd of 250 people explode!

Rob and Jenny are in the ring and we’re off and running!

ROB MARTINEZ: Welcome Wilson!

Cheap pop!

ROB MARTINEZ: Tonight we have not one, not two but three championship matches!

Another pop!

ROB MARTINEZ: Not only that, but tonight Wilson will be host of the first ever Red, White & Bruised Brawl! So what are we waiting on? Who wants to see some
wrestling?

A huge pop! Shut up already Rob!

Martinez hands off the microphone to Jenny Jersey and Red, White & Bruised is underway!

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JENNY JERSEY: The following match is scheduled for one fall, with no time limit!

ROB MARTINEZ: If you like brawling, you’re in for a treat ladies and gents. Two of the biggest men in the business are going to collide here in a clash
of the titans!

Caliban is the first to make his entrance. As Nine Inch Nails’ “The Wretched” plays him down, only Iago accompanies him.

ROB MARTINEZ: That’s odd, I wonder where Miranda is? Ever since Caliban debuted in REBEL she’s been at his side constantly. Iago doesn’t look very happy
that she’s not at ringside.

Indeed he doesn’t, the annoyed expression on the Ringmaster’s face is telling. Caliban hops up on the apron and steps into the ring.

His music is quickly replaced by that of Metallica’s “Don’t Tread On Me”. The crowd boos as Matthew Kurtis and Lyndsey Valentine walk out through the curtain.
ROB MARTINEZ: Matt Kurtis and his brother Chad have been showing one nasty mean streak as of late, not just in REBEL but in our sister promotion New Alberta
Pro Wrestling. The fans aren’t too pleased with it, but the new-look Bluegrass Mafia have been doing well for themselves to say the least.

Kurtis steps through the ropes and Lyndsey takes her spot on the outside. Iago is fixated on her. As he stares, Jenny grabs a microphone to make the introductions.
JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, from the Amazon Basin, he is accompanied by Iago and weighed in tonight at three hundred and fifty pounds The MONSTER,
CAAAAALLIIIIBAAAAAANNN! And his opponent, from Wickliffe, Kentucky. He is one half of the Bluegrass Mafia, “The Angry American” MAAAATHEEEWWW KURTIS!

The bell rings to start the match. Caliban charges straight ahead at Kurtis and drives him back to the turnbuckle! The monster yells to Kurtis, and the
Angry American lumbers out of the corner and ties up again. Now it Kurtis who sends Caliban to the corner! Kurtis tells Caliban to “Come and get it, big
guy!” and Caliban does. He runs out of the corner and nails Kurtis with a forearm smash that almost puts a dent in his head. Kurtis gets up to his feet
and strikes back with s biiig overhand right, followed by one, two, three jabs that get Caliban teetering just a bit. Another big meathook right, but Caliban
won’t go down. Kurtis with three stiff forearm shots – Caliban fires back with an uppercut that knocks the Bluegrass Mafioso right into the ropes, and
then clotheslines him over and out. Caliban steps through the ropes and jumps down with the apron and starts after Kurtis…but something else has got
his eye. As Iago screams behind him to finish off Kurtis, Caliban just stares at Lyndsey Valentine! Oh no! He starts after and she runs to the other side
of the ring, all the way and back around with Caliban in hot pursuit. Valentine runs past the spot where her downed boyfriend was, and as Caliban comes
by Kurtis springs to life and clobbers him with a HUGE Clothesline From Hell that finally gets Caliban off his feet. But the monster from the Amazon Basin
isn’t down for long – he jumps right up and punches a shocked Kurtis right in the kisser! BAM! BAM! And a head butt! Kurtis falls back onto the announcer’s
table and Rob Martinez dives the hell out of the way before he winds up the salami in a Caliban/Kurtis sandwich. Caliban clubs Kurtis over the chest with
some hard forearms, and then turns around to climb the apron – again he’s distracted by Valentine. Iago yells for his monster to focus, and Caliban complies
by leaping off the apron onto Kurtis – Big Matt moves out of the way! Caliban destroys the announce table! Kurtis rolls over on top of Caliban and begins
to hit some mounted punches to the face. He’s trying to pry off Caliban’s mask! He’s got his fingers locked in, one last pull – Caliban grabs his throat!
Kurtis clutches at the monster’s wrist to free himself, but that’s an iron grip. Caliban starts to his feet, still holding Kurtis by the throat. BAM! Elbow
to Caliban’s face – choke still applied! BAM! Now it’s a straight right hand to the face – choke STILL applied! Kurtis rears back to land one more huge
punch as he gags, but before it can even be throw Caliban grabs the neck with the other hand and hits a chokebomb on the arena floor! Kurtis looks just
about dead!

But instead of rolling Kurtis back into the ring and picking up the win, Caliban turns his attention once more towards Lyndsey Valentine! He chases after
her, but Iago gets up on the apron on his side of the ring and calls down to Iago to get over to Kurtis and finish the match. Caliban looks perturbed,
and glares menacingly back at Valentine, but does as he’s told. He rolls Kurtis into the ring, hits a Headshrinkers-Style Diving Headbutt from a standing
position, and goes into the cover. He gets just two, all that extra time is what allowed Kurtis to kick out. Caliban doesn’t seem to care, he just picks
Kurtis up and whips him hard into the corner and hits a charging Clothesline – no! Kurtis with a big boot stops Caliban dead in his tracks! He doesn’t
go down, but he’s stunned for the moment. And that’s all Kurtis needs to scoop him up and hit a sideslam that registers a 5.0 on the Richter Scale. Caliban
gets up pretty soon after, but by now Kurtis has caught on to his almost supernatural resilience and is ready and waiting – he grabs him in a Bearhug position
but drives him back down to the mat with a Belly to Belly Suplex. Some nice offense here from the former college basketball player. He slaps on a head-vice
grip, trying to squeeze the brains out of Caliban’s head (through the nose most likely, like the Egyptians).

ROB MARTINEZ: Well, aside from the fact that my table is destroyed and I’m now sitting here on my nearly broken folding chair, this match has been exciting
as heck! This vice grip looks particularly painful, that’s like wearing a football helmet two sizes too small and getting knocked about by a big ol’ offensive
lineman. I’m also wondering how much of a role Lyndsey Valentine is playing in this match – Caliban seems to be awfully fond of her. Wait, what’s this?!?
Caliban reaches up and grabs Kurtis’ wrists. As Caliban slowly gets back to his feet, he begins pulling those hands apart, freeing himself from the grip.
He still holds Kurtis’ hands as he turns around and delivers a suplex slam that leaves a Matt Kurtis imprint on the mat. Caliban picks him right up, whips
him to the ropes, and crushes his spine with a Tilt-a-Whirl Backbreaker. Another scoop up by Caliban, another whip to the ropes, and this time it’s a Tilt-A-Whirl
SLAM that leaves Matt listless. Caliban with a cover! One…..twoooooo….th-kickout!!! The monster doesn’t even blink, he just picks up Kurtis for some
more punishment. He takes a page out of Brian Bruno’s book and spikes Kurtis to the mat with a Sitout Side Powerslam. Another pin by Caliban, but another
kickout by Matt Kurtis! Caliban is starting to get just a bit annoyed now, and rolls out of the ring to pick up a steel folding chair. He rolls back in,
and holds the chair high over his opponent. WHOOSH! CLANG! Right across the back! CLANG! Another vile chair shot between the shoulder blades! He raises
up his chair for the fatal blow, but surprisingly Lyndsey Valentine gets up on the apron to distract him! Has she gone nuts? Caliban drops the chair immediately
and walks over to Lyndsey. He licks his lips – and Lyndsey blows a kiss at him? Caliban reaches out to grab her and she shrieks – Matt Kurtis with a chair
shot to the back of Caliban’s head! But oh no, Caliban is driven right into Lyndsey and she falls off the apron! Kurtis looks down, drops the chair, and
leaves the ring to check on his girl. On the other side of the ring, Iago is screaming his head off bloody murder for Caliban to get up and to capitalize.
Caliban is slow to get up, and when he finally does his eyes are filled with rage! He jumps down to the arena floor and starts to hit Kurtis with everything
he’s got – and the fans cheer? Caliban tosses him back into the ring and signals for the Heart of Darkness – Kurtis throws some kind of powder in his eyes!
Boot to the stomach – BLUEGRASS BOMB! And it’s academic from here, folks.

ONE!

TWOOOOO!

THRE-CALIBAN POWERS OUT!

ROB MARTINEZ: Holy cow! How on earth did Caliban just toss Matt Kurtis like that?

Caliban springs to his feet and lets out a primal scream. Kurtis looks like someone just told him Christmas isn’t coming. Caliban charges – Kurtis rolls
out of the ring! Caliban turns to pull him by the hair back in, but as Caliban holds a handful of hair Kurtis grabs a cane from an old man in the front
row and blasts Caliban over the head with it – it shatters! That was a wooden cane, and the old guy doesn’t look to happy about it. Kurtis just laughs
and hops back in the ring. He covers, but it’s not even close to two this time! Caliban is possessed! He gets up again, quick as a spring chicken and delivers
a nasty looking throat thrust to Kurtis. Matt staggers back, grabbing his throat in pain – LARIAT. And a beauty. Caliban covers one…twooo…..ALMOST
three, but not quite enough to keep the big man down. Iago gets Caliban’s attention as the monster finds himself preoccupied with Lyndsey, who has gotten
back to her feet but looks shaken up. Caliban looks…well, he looks genuinely concerned for her well-being. Iago orders for Caliban to get come over to
his corner and orders the monster to finish him now with the Heart of Darkness! Caliban yanks Kurtis up off the mat – and Kurtis saves his own life with
a rake of the eyes. It’s Kurtis now on the offensive, and he picks Caliban up to deliver a spinebuster! Kurtis now into the cover, it could be over – ONEEEEE….TWOOOO….THRE-NO!
Kurtis starts pounding the mat in frustration, but that’s not going to help anybody beat a monster the likes of Caliban. Kurtis picks him up for one last
power move to try and put him away – piledriver spikes Caliban right down to the mat.

And the monster gets right up.

Kurtis and Valentine are in shock. Rob Martinez is in shock. The fans are in shock. Iago? He just smiles.

And Kurtis charges at Caliban to drill him with a Yakuza kick. Kurtis covers again!

ONEEEEEE

TWWWWOOOOOOOO

THREEEEE-SHOULDER UP! Caliban got his shoulder up! How? How? Iago is calling for Caliban to get up…and to Kurtis’ horror, he does! Caliban hammers him
with another vicious throat thrust, and Kurtis stumbles back. He bounces off the ropes and tries in desperation to hit a Clothesline From Hell, but Caliban
ducks under it and grabs Kurtis by the scruff of the neck.

And kills him dead with the Heart of Darkness. One, two, three, holy shit it’s over!

JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner, CAAAAALIIIBAAAAAN!

Iago celebrates on the outside, but Caliban has only one thing on his mind. He turns in the direction of one Lyndsey Valentine – and sprints after her!
ROB MARTINEZ: Uh-oh! We better get security out here, I hate to think what the monster would do to poor Lyndsey Valentine!

Caliban gives chase all the way up the ramp with Iago right behind him screaming at him to stop. He can’t quite catch up with her before she slips through
the curtain, but he follows after her with Iago still on his shouting at him. Kurtis gets up in the ring, sees that they’re all gone, and runs after them
as well.

ROB MARTINEZ: It looks like Lyndsey’s given Caliban the slip, but how long can she keep running from him?

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The fans are amped after the last match-up and ready for some more. They’re not so happy when the song “Censored Truth” by Naked Aggression starts playing.
Out through the curtain walks a trio clad in white shirts, black ties, black pants and black shoes

JENNY JERSEY: The following tag team match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first accompanied to the ring by Rosie Cheeks, the team of Steven Wylde
and Ace Adams, the Cee-Eh-Bee-Ess!

Adams gets into the ring, flanked on either side by Wylde and Cheeks. They look deadly serious. Almost like muscular cubicle jockies.

ROB MARTINEZ: Censorship Against Bad Stuff is what they stand for, this team of Ace, Wylde and Rosie. These REBEL fans don’t like to be told what they should
or shouldn’t like, and they certainly don’t like CABS!

Adams grabs the microphone.

ACE ADAMS: North Carolina, it is our pleasure as the Censorship Against Bad Stuff to tonight, present to you true technical wrestling! We will not insult
your intelligence with garbage wrestling and weaponry, we will dominate and destroy our opposition with scientific wrestling and teamwork! And that is
my promise to all of you.

Ace hands the microphone back to Jenny, patently ignoring the boos of the crowd.

“TAKE ME DOWN TO THE PARADISE CITY WHERE THE GRASS IS GREEN AND THE GIRLS ARE PRETTY!”

The boos turn to cheers as GNR (lies) kicks in! The fans know who’s coming!

ROB MARTINEZ: The unlikely champion of REBEL rules set to enter here… where is Warren? CABS are waiting for him in the ring — would you believe Warren
is coming out of the crowd, and he’s got a trash can of plunder with him! Watch out in the ring! Warren’s not even waiting for his partner!

Jenny ducks and runs out of the ring as Warren hops on the ring apron. The CABS turn around and Warren proceeds to whip a garbage can right across the ring
into Steven Wylde’s face — but not before withdrawing a cheap aluminum frying pan! Rosie Cheeks rolls out of the ring as Adams rushes Warren, who ducks
a clothesline, springboard off the rope CLANG! Frying pan to the top of Ace Adams’ skull by the slacker slurpee junkie! Warren grabs his trash can and
proceeds to empty out the contents, he’s got it loaded for bear all right! Wylde is up CLANG! Here comes Adams, CLANG! Several garbage can shots to the
forehead knocks CABS down! Warren pulls up Ace Adams and sends him to the ropes, baaaack body drop into all manner of stuff! Adams is holding his back
and begging off but Warren is on top of him! Forearm shots from Warren!

ROB MARTINEZ: I’ve never seen this kid so fired up! Warren on the offensive from moment one, and here comes the MICROWAVE BURRITO BUSTER — Wait a minute!
Steven Wylde catches Warren in mid-air! He’s got him over his shoulder, Ace Adams grabs ahold — double-team Stunner and gutbuster on poor Warren! The
crowd doesn’t like this one bit! Where is Warren’s partner?

Ace Adams looks out over the crowd with a look of superiority. “Wrestling!” he says. Steven Wylde picks Warren up and sends him to the turnbuckle with authority…
and as Warren staggers out backwards, Ace Adams kills him with a lariat from behind! There’s a cover, Warren kicks out at two. Wylde angrily kicks the
hardcore debris out of the ring as Ace Adams picks the kid up. The referee is letting this one go and the double-team is once again on. Ace Adams puts
Warren on his shoulders as Steven Wylde goes to the top rope… oh no! Doomsday bulldog! CABS don’t even bother to cover, because Warren could be legally
dead.

Ace again taunting the crowd he supposedly wishes to enlighten to INCREDIBLE heat. He points at Warren, then signals to Wylde. “It’s time for this garbage
wrestler to lose a WRESTLING match.”

ROB MARTINEZ: Warren with all the guts in the world, but he’s no match for the double-team attack of Ace and Wylde, by God, they’re going to finish him
off! And — wait a minute! What’s that music?!

That music? “Step Up” by Drowning Pool. Hey… that’s the OLD music for…

ROB MARTINEZ: HERE COMES BRIAN BRUNOOOOOOOOO! SACK EXCHANNNNNGE!

WYLDE FOLDED IN HALF BY THE POUUNNNNNNNCE…PERIOD. Ace Adams rushes at Bruno, he’s CAUGHT WITH A GOOZLE! BURNING LARIAT TURNS ACE ADAMS INSIDE OUT! CABS
ROLL OUTSIDE THE RING, Brian Bruno has cleaned house!

Oh no.

He’s pulling Warren up to his feet and… oh no, Bruno hasn’t changed a bit! He’s got Warren up in a gorilla press! No no— wait a minute! BRUNO PRESSES
WARREN OVER THE TOP ROPE ONTO THE CABS ON THE FLOOR! Adams and Wylde and Warren are all down as Bruno stands tall in the ring. Watch out for Rosie Cheeks
though! She leaps onto Bruno’s back and tries to sleeper him! Bruno struggles briefly, but then casually shrugs forward and sends Rosie ass-first onto
the canvas. Rosie stands up and turns right in Bruno’s face, looking scared — oh, she slaps Bruno right in the face!

Brian Bruno just grins. Rosie’s eyes widen and she tries to scramble out of the ring, but Bruno grabs her by the back of the pants. She tries to slap again,
Bruno grabs her hand. He’s got both hands! Watch out, Steven Wylde is back in the ring from the otherside! Charge — Bruno ducks the lariat — Wylde
JUST stops short of nailing Rosie Cheeks! Wylde turns around into the SPINEBUSTER.

ONE, TWO

Ace Adams with the save!

ROB MARTINEZ: And now I think we finally have some semblance of a tag team match-up here, Warren is in one corner, Steven Wylde is in another as Ace Adams
fires away on Brian Bruno! Irish whip is reversed by Bruno, lariat, ducked by Adams, blind tag Wylde, Bruno boots his man in the gut. WILL WE SEE THE BRUNO
BOMBER — Steven Wylde with a SPEAR to Brian Bruno!

Wylde with a furious look on his face says “That’s IT” and roughly maneuvers Bruno up to his feet. Fisherman Brainbuster connects, driving Bruno right on
his head. Wylde hits the canvas and says COUNT. ONE. TWO! Bruno powers out! Bruno tries to make a tag to Warren, but Wylde grabs him from behind with an
inverted facelock, drives the forearm across Bruno’s chest. Wylde tags Ace back in. Wylde with a high kneedrop to the face, followed up by Adams with a
guillotine leg drop. Another cover, Bruno again POWERS out at two. Adams pulls the man up and into the corner where he chops away, drawing whoos and boos.
Irish whip to the opposite corner is reversed by Brian Bruno, charge, Adams gets the boot up, Bruno eats it, Ace Adams with a lariat out of the corner,
Bruno ducks! Kick-Wham, powerbomb spins INTO THE TURNBUCKLE! Ace Adams left in a seated heap in the corner of the ring after being driven right on the
back of his head into the turnbuckle! And now Bruno tags in Warren to the delight of the crowd. The unlikely team in the corner as Bruno irish whips Warren,
who reverses, then Bruno reverses again and Warren FLIES into Ace Adams with an upside down splash! Holy crap what momentum! Warren pops up to his feet
and yells out to the crowd “YEAHHHH!” Crowd loves it as Warren grabs the top rope, using it to leap up and then drive his feet back down into Adam’s chest.
ROB MARTINEZ: The leader of the CABS is being punished here by the fan-favorite Warren!

Warren gives Adams some space to get back to his feet, then leaps up and drives his man into the canvas with a sick DDT. Warren covers Adams, one, two,
Steven Wylde makes sure it’s not three with a boot to the back of Warren’s head. Referee sends Wylde back out as Warren tries to shake it off. Forearm
shots, but Adams with a sudden shot cuts Warren’s wind off. Right to the breadbasket. Ace Adams with an irish on Warren sends him to the ropes… Warren
leaps up! Springboard cross-body block! It ain’t pretty, but it’s effective — Adams rolls through, pinfall, no, he’s up, PUMP-HANDLE… SLAM! What a
combination by the leader of the CABS, Ace Adams! The crowd grudgingly respectful, but not so thrilled with Adams’ attitude. Ace tags in Steven Wylde,
double irish-whip, and Warren finds himself flapjacked into the canvas by his opponents face-first. Warren is up, Steven Wylde quick to make a cover, Warren
gets a shoulder up before three.

Wylde slows things down a bit, smart strategy against the high-flying Warren. Reverse chinlock on the canvas to keep the man down and wear him out. Warren
trying to make his feet, throwing elbows into the mid-section of Steven Wylde. Warren breaks free, only to be snapped to the mat by Wylde grabbing the
hair roughly. All of Warren’s momentum went backwards there. Science! In any event. Steven Wylde quickly pulls Warren up, but not before throwing some
choice insults Brian Bruno’s way. Bruno storms into the ring to get some, but he’s blocked by the referee. It’s no dq in REBEL, but you still have to stay
in your corner, dammit! Meanwhile Wylde hooks Warren as Adams climbs to the second turnbuckle, bringing the double ax-handle against a defenseless Warren’s
back.

Adams claps his hands to signal a “tag” before the referee turns around. Now it’s Adams who has Warren, working the back of Warren. The kid starts to kick
away, only to be shut down by a brutal forearm. Adams sends the kid to the ropes — Rosie Cheeks with a low bridge! Warren spills outside of the ring,
and now Rosie lashes out with a vicious kick right to Warren’s ribs. Yikes. Don’t mess with that womans!

ROB MARTINEZ: This isn’t looking good for Warren, referee needs to get control of this contest. It’s no DQ in REBEL but this isn’t supposed to be a handicap
match!

Indeed. Steven Wylde rolls Warren back into the ring for Ace to powerslam. Tag into Steven Wylde, who quickly comes in with an elbow drop to the heart of
Warren. One, two, kick-out, Steven Wylde rushes Bruno and forearms him off the ring apron! Cheap shot there, and now CABS have Warren all alone! Adams
comes in, wraps a bear-hug on Warren, and here comes Wylde off the rope with a LARIAT! CENSOR THIS! Warren flips through the air and crashes down, motionless!
Wylde makes a cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THREEEEEEE

BRUNO WITH THE SAVE!

Referee again trying to tell Bruno to get out of the ring, but Bruno just shoves him away! Bruno whips Wylde to the ropes, Wylde wraps his arms around,
Bruno charges, Wylde low bridges — Bruno faked him out! Wylde gets a punch in the face and a big suplex! Here comes Ace, caught by Bruno, SPINEBUSTER
ON TOP OF WYLDE! Bruno says to the referee “Alright, now I’ll get out” to the amusement of the fans. CABS are down, Warren is down… but Warren is crawling
towards his corner! Can he make it? Adams is getting to his feet! He stumbles forward and grabs Warren’s ankle, pulling the man back – ENZIGURI BY WARREN!
NIGHTY-NIGHT ADAMS!

WARREN MAKES THE TAG!

ROB MARTINEZ: HERE COMES BRIAN BRUNO!

Clothesline for Wylde! Clothesline for Adams! Powerslam one! Powerslam two! Wylde and Adams get up, dazed, and Bruno grabs a noggin in each hand and cracks
their skulls together with a sickening thud. CABS are seeing stars! Bruno tosses Wylde out of the ring…

And it’s Ace Adams and Brian Bruno all alone. Adams drops to his knees, begging off. He doesn’t want any part of the power of Brian Bruno. Bruno grabs the
morality cop by the tie and yanks him up, looking out to the crowd. Do they want to see this punk get his, he asks? The crowd responds with vocal affirmation!
And here it comes! Bruno irish whips the man to the ring and hits the POOOOOOOUNNNNCE…PERIOD for the second time in the match! Ace Adams sits up, eyes
crossed, then splats onto the canvas. Bruno makes the cover, ONE, TWO, TH— WYLDE WITH A BIG BOOT! BACK OF THE HEAD! OH NO!

CENSORPLEX!

Oh no! Bruno is down and out from that brutal tazzmission-plex. Wylde puts Adams on top of Bruno

ONE

TWO

THREE

WARRENNNNNNN

SUPER BIG-GULP SSP ON TOP OF ACE ADAMS TO BREAK THE PINFALL!

CROWD GOES BALLISTIC!

ROB MARTINEZ: WHERE DID WARREN EVEN COME FROM! I thought he was down for the count! AND BY GOD —

WARREN ACTUALLY HIT THE ENTIRE SHOOTING STAR PRESS!

The crowd is ON THEIR FEET! But unfortunately for Warren, Steven Wylde is RIGHT ON HIS ASS. Wylde hammering the 187 pound Warren down with brutal forearms,
oh no! Reverse suplex on Warren — Warren slips out behind and lands on the ring apron! Warren slips down to the floor… he’s reaching under the ring?
Wylde grabs a handful of greasy skid hair

FACEFUL OF BIG GULP!

Warren with his version of poison mist! He holds up a giant Big Gulp cup for all to see, then slides back into the ring with a cookie sheet! CLANG to Wylde’s
face, and Warren hits the MICROWAVE BURRITO BUSTER! Wylde hits the canvas and rolls to the outside, as Brian Bruno is up! He roars at Warren, who runs
and leaps onto Bruno’s shoulders — STANDING ON BRUNO’S SHOULDERS! SOMERSAULT SENTON ONTO ACE ADAMS! BRUNO PULLS ADAMS UP, STICKS HIS HEAD BETWEEN HIS
LEGS…

AND LEAPS UP!

BRUNOOOOO BOMMMMBERRRRR!

THE COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THREEEEEEE!

JENNY JERSEY: Here are your winners, BRIAN BRUNO AND WARREEENNNN!

ROB MARTINEZ: Chalk up a victory for garbage wrestling, fans, because the unlikely team of Brian Bruno and Warren have scored a huge victory tonight…
in Brian Bruno’s final REBEL Pro match-up! What a match!

Rosie Cheeks and Steven Wylde pull Ace out of the ring and support him to the back, the leader of CABS in a daze. Meanwhile, Brian Bruno hits the corner
roaring for the fans as Drowning Pool plays. He looks at Warren, then shakes the kid’s hand. Bruno yanks Warren’s hand up in victory, almost pulling the
slacker off of his feet. They high-five, and then Warren heads to the back, leaving Bruno alone in the ring. He looks out over the fans. He wonders…
But their cheers tell him that he can leave the past behind.

Brian Bruno exits the REBEL Pro ring for the last time, but he’s not leaving through the curtain, oh no. He’s going out THROUGH THE FANS!

ROB MARTINEZ: A man who has gotten his life back together! Good luck Brian Bruno… you can bet CABS won’t forget the loss tonight, however. And now Warren
is all alone against Ace, Wylde and Rosie. Something to worry about another night. Thank you Bruno!

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JENNY JERSEY: The following contest is set for one fall to a decisive finish… AND IS FOR THE REBEL PRO WRESTLING CAROLINA’S CHAMPIONSHIP!

I USED TO BE BROKE, CONFUSED, NO JOKE, GOT USED!

“Cocky” by Kid Rock plays throughout the arena… and that means one man is coming and is about to make his presence felt. “The Show” Chad Kurtis! He walks
out to a HUGE OVATION! The man is loved in the Carolinas! He walks down, totally focused, and enters the ring. He goes to the corner and takes in the ovation.
ROB MARTINEZ: This young man is definitely a future main event talent here in REBEL, as well as in NAPW. He has a good tag team going with his brother Matthew
as well. This man lost the Carolina’s title in Raleigh back in June, at “There Goes the Neighborhood” in a fantastic match. He not to long ago pushed “LDK”
to the limit for the NAPW Provincial title. He is a former Television Champion in the NAPW, and the match where he won it, included his opponent, Dio Muerte.
Tonight his rematch… and a chance for retribution.

JENNY JERSEY: First.. the challenger. He is a member of the tag team, The Bluegrass Mafia! He is a former REBEL Carolina’s Champion! He weighed in at Two
hundred and twenty nine pounds. He is fighting out of Durham, North Carolina, by way of Paducah, Kentucky. HE IS THE SHOOOOOWW CHAD KURTIS!

AKFORTY! The song Stardust brings out the current, but beltless, Dio Muerte. He is carrying his trusty bat, his “baby” if you will. The fans cheer him big
time too, and he walks down to the ring, with a purpose. He points his bat at “The Show”.

ROB MARTINEZ: After a violent, soul draining feud with the Crimes very own Foundation, Dio has emerged as a top superstar. Despite all the trouble he has
had in the past, he stands in the ring as a champion. But LDK has his belt, and no one seems to know if Rees even made it here tonight. This is still for
a championship, and you better know that both men are going to pull out all stops.

JENNY JERSEY: His opponent: He weighed in at Two hundred twenty eight and one half pounds. He is fighting out of Hollywood, Florida. He is the current Reigning,
and defending REBEL PRO WRESTLING CAROLINA’S CHAMPION…DIOOOO MUERTE!

Jimmy Johnson calls for the bell, and this barn burner of a match begins. Dio drops his bat in his corner. They circle around the ring, as a strange thing
is going on.

SHOW

DIO

SHOW

DIO

A chant battle is starting up. Both men look around the arena, as all the fans are standing. The chants continue… SHOW-DIO-SHOW-DIO! They tease a lockup,
and break away. Dio cracks neck, as Chad makes sure his tape on his arms are tight. The atmosphere is at a fever pitch. They lock up and THE CROWD EXPLODES!
Neither man can get a good advantage. Chad Kurtis uses his flexibility to slip his leg behind Dio’s and push him down. The crowd goes OOOO! Chad backs
up as Dio gets up flustered. SHOW! SHOW! SHOW! Dio and Chad once again tie up, and this time Dio brings up his knee, nailing Chad in the ribs. Chad doubles
over, Dio bounces off the ropes.. SCISSORS KICK ON CHAD KURTIS! The crowd erupts as The Show is down. DIO! DIO! GET UP SHOW! All being chanted. Dio covers,
for a ONE COUNT!

ROB MARTINEZ: This has to be living proof that people are digging the Carolina’s title match ups. These matches are stealing the show, no pun intended.
Dio lets Chad get up, he attempts a SHUFFLE SIDEKICK! But Chad throws a SUPERKICK WITH AUTHORITY, A SPLIT SECOND SOONER! Dio is down. SHOW CHANTS START
UP AGAIN! Cover by Kurtis! ONE, TWO, SHOULDER UP! Half the crowd cheers, half of them boo! The atmosphere is totally cult like. Chad climbs up to the top
rope… BEST MOONSAULT EVER TO MISS! Dio moved just in time. The some of the crowd gasps as the rest cheer wildly. Dio rolls covers “The Show” for ONE..TWO…
NOT ENOUGH! The Show gets some cheers, as the Dio fans BOOO LIKE INSANE MADMEN! Dio sizes up Chad, he picks him up for a Suplex, WAIT… IT’S A BRAINBUSTER!
DIO! DIO! The cover, as the crowd counts in unison…

OOONNEE!

TWOOOO!

THRE AAWWWWW!

BOOOOOO!

To the foot on the rope by Chad Kurtis!

ROB MARTINEZ: These fans are intoxicated by these men. Wilson, North Carolina must be starving for great wrestling!

Dio pounds the mat in frustration. He applies a headlock on Chad Kurtis. SHOW! SHOW! The crowd try to help him out. Chad gets to one knee. Dio is trying
to wrench harder, but he can’t keep Chad down. Chad is motioning his arms, as the crowd gets louder… SHOW! SHOW! Chad gets to both feet… Elbow to the
stomach of Dio Muerte. He doesn’t relinquish the headlock however. ANOTHE ELBOW, and Chad is free. Chad hits the ropes, and comes back with A RUNNING DDT!
“The Show” used all his energy. The crowd is going, to quote Gorilla Monsoon, BANANAS! Chad finally drapes an arm over the downed Carolina Champ.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!!! NOOOO… SHOULDER ROCKETS UP AS THE CROWD BOOOOOS!

Chad gets to his feet, and has to do something to get Dio to stay down. CHAD KURTIS WITH THE STANDING SHOOTING STAR SPLASH!

ONE!

TWWOOOO!

FOOT ON THE FREAKIN’ ROPES!

ROB MARTINEZ: This is the craziest crowd I’ve ever seen. It’s so split that ever pinfall gets cheered and booed. Chad buries his face in his hands.

Dio rolls outside. He tries to catch his breath and recover. Chad will not have any of it. He is on the ring apron, he LEAPS AT DIO ATTEMPTING A FRANKENSTEINER!
Dio is against the railing, and keeps his balance…

SITOUT POWERBOMB ON THE CONCRETE FLOOR!

HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Not a man, woman or child sitting down! Dio holds his backside, as that move may have hurt his tailbone. Chad Kurtis looks to be unconscious. No countouts,
no DQ, so these men get to recover!

SHOW! DIO! SHOW! DIO! SHOW! DIO! A minute passes as both men are barely moving. The crowd is pouring it’s heart and soul into the wrestlers. Dio is up first,
and rolls into the ring. He just lays there. Chad is on his knees. He grabs the railing as a fan leans over the railing and helps him get to his feet.
Chad gets in the ring, as Dio gets to his feet. Dio backs into a corner, holding his back. Chad leans into the opposite one. The crowd stopped chanting,
but are giving a standing ovation to both men. The wrestlers look around in awe. Then Dio stares straight at Chad. Dio picks up his bat, as the crowd ERUPTS!
He points it at Chad, who simply mimics the Rock’s “just bring it” sign! Dio charges with the bat, and Chad sidesteps him. Chad gets behind Dio, grabs
the bat for leverage and uses it for SIDE RUSSIAN LEGSWEEP WITH BAT POWER! Chad flips over and the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

A KICKOUT BY THE VALIANT CHAMPION!

ROB MARTINEZ: These men are pulling out stop, after stop!

Chad Kurtis looks frustrated and tries to pick up Dio, who drives the bat into Chad’s midsection. SINGLE ARM DDT ON CHAD KURTIS! Dio covers!

ONE!

TWO!

ANOTHER NEAR FALL!

Dio puts the bat under the back of Chad. Dio climbs the top rope. DIO MUERTE IS FEELING FROGGY! FROGSPLASH THAT MISSES! HE LANDS ON THE BAT HE JUST PUT
THERE! Chad can’t cover though. The chants for the Show, and for Dio to both get up. Chad finally does… he grabs the rising Dio, and shoots him into
the ropes. Dio hangs onto those ropes, and Chad’s attempt to drop kick him ends with a crash landing. Dio with the cover…

ONE!

TWO!!

SHOULDER UP AGAIN!

Dio picks up Chad, shoots him into the ropes, and hit’s a DROP TOE HOLD! Dio floats over and takes the bat and applies a the Crippler Cross Face with the
bat! Chad is screaming!

The crowd goes into a frenzy! TAP! TAP! TAP! PLEASE DON’T TAP! PLEASE DON’T TAP!

Chad inches to the ropes. Dio wrenches back, as the crowd fuels both men. Chad uses up a lot of energy, but so does Dio. Dio tries to keep him stationary,
but Chad’s finger tips graze the the ropes. The crowd gasps, but Dio doesn’t let go.. he can’t be disqualified. The Boos get louder as Chad has a firm
grip on the ropes. Dio finally lets go. Dio looks at the downed Chad, and darts towards the ropes.. but Jimmy Johnson didn’t expect him too. They collide
by accident, and we are REF LESS IN WILSON! Dio tries to revive Jimmy, but it doesn’t work. Dio quits, and goes back over to Chad Kurtis.

ROB MARTINEZ: The crowd is stunned cause we have no ref.

The crowd is silent for the first time in the match. That changes as Dio Muerte picks

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up Chad… He kicks him in the stomach, and

THE DEMORTALIZER! Dio instinctively covers, but NO REF! He slaps the ring, ONE, TWO, THREE! AS THE CROWD COUNTS!! Dio once again tries to revive the referee.
Seconds are ticking by as he can’t wake him up. He finally does some. He drags him to the downed Kurtis’. Jimmy Johnson makes a slow count!

ONE…

TWO….

THRE- NOOOOOOOOO! SCREAMS DIO, AND HALF THE CROWD! Chad gets a shoulder up.

This match will continue. Dio picks up Chad Kurtis, who switches behind Dio. GERMAN SUPLEX ON DIO.. HE TRIES TO ROLL WITH IT.. BUT DIO SQUIRMS! Chad then
switches it and OVERHEAD BELLY TO BELLY ON DIO! The cover

ONE!

TWO! THAT’S ALL! Dio gets up quick, and Chad kicks Dio in the midsection. Dio is being set up in the Piledriver position.

ROB MARTINEZ: It looks time for the CK FINALE! Dio grabs the legs though! He drops Chad to the ground, and flips over for a pin! What a counter!

The crowd counts out loud!

OOONNNE!

TWWWWOOO!

TWWOOO AND A HALF! CHAD GETS THE SHOULDER UP!

The crowd is out of breath as both men are too.

Dio picks Chad up, and sets him up for another Spine Crushing Powerbomb. He lifts him up, and CHAD HANGS ON TO THE HEAD OF DIO! DIO TAKES OVER TO THE NEAREST
CORNER AND SITS HIM DOWN. Dio climbs up and is going for something… Chad headbutts the midsection of Dio. Dio drops down, hold his stomach. He doubles
over and CHAD DROPS DOWN CROTCH FIRST ON THE NECK OF DIO, THEN

CK FINNNAALLLE!

ONE!

TWO!

THREEEEEE!

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of this match and NEW REBEL Carolinas Champion… THE SHOW CHAD KURTIS!

THAT WAS AWESOME! THAT WAS AWESOME!

Chad lays there, as Dio lays there, and the crowd erupts with a huge ovation for both men. Then the crowd starts booing. Dio rolls from the ring, as Lloyd
Rees enters the ring through the crowd. He has the belt in his possession. He drops the Carolina’s title at the feet of Chad Kurtis, and walks out of the
ring. Chad stares as

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he sees LDK exit through the crowd. He clutches the belt, and smiles as his brother comes out to celebrate.

ROB MARTINEZ: A fantastic match, but what the hell is up with Rees?

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JENNY JERSEY: This next match is the Red, White & Bruised match! The rules are as follows, two wrestlers will start off the match and compete for three
minutes. After that a new wrestler will join the match every two minutes thereafter. Pinfalls and Submissions can happen at any time and the last person
standing…Gets a shot at the REBEL Carolinas Championship on July 10th!

“Miseria Cantare – The Beginning” by AFI hits the speakers and the fans pop for the wild man that steps through the curtain!

JENNY JERSEY: Coming to the ring first, entrant number one….Manny X!!!

Manny X heads down to ringside and the camera picks out a fan sign that reads “X marks the spot!”

“Victory” by P Diddy replaces Mannys entrance music and all eyes turn to see the biggest man in either REBEL or NAPW!

JENNY JERSEY: And now entrant number two…Kurrupt!!!

The huge 7′ foot, 500 pound monster Kurrupt emerges from the back like a bear coming out of its cave. He swaggers his way towards the ring where Manny is
waiting.

ROB MARTINEZ: What a tough draw for Manny X! Not only is he the first man out, but he’s facing the biggest man I’ve ever seen! If you ask me Manny is in
for a short night.

Kurrupt climbs into the ring, stepping over the top rope and Manny suddenly attacks him! The referee hurriedly calls for the bell as Manny is wailing away
on the huge man with rights and lefts to the head and body. Kurrupt simply shoves Manny away but the Los Angeles native isn’t deterred as he again wades
into the huge mountain of a man before him. This time Kurrupt grabs Manny and delivers a crushing headbutt that drops the man to his knees! Kurrupt pulls
Manny up and shoots him into the ropes. Manny ducks a clothesline and hits a dropkick to the knee of Kurrupt on the rebound. Kurrupt limps away and Manny
nails a chop block that has the big man leaning on the ropes for support. Manny tries to whip Kurrupt off the ropes but the monster isn’t going anywhere.
He pie faces Manny and shoves him down to the mat. Manny rolls out of the way of an elbow drop and the big man is down! Instead of a pin, Manny rolls to
the outside and pulls away the ring skirt. As Kurrupt is getting back to his feet, Manny grabs a chair and slides back into the ring. Manny fakes going
for the head and Kurrupt covers up leaving his sternum wide open. The chair smacks across the chest of Kurrupt and the big man instantly holds his ribs
in pain. Another crushing chair shot! This one to the head has Kurrupt reeling!

ROB MARTINEZ: We’re coming down to the last ten seconds!

The crowd starts to count along as the seconds on the basketball score board tick away!

5….

4….

3….

2….

1….

The crowd pops huge as “Why don’t we do it in the road?” by The Beatles hits the speakers!

JENNY JERSEY: Mike “Assman” Trey is now in the Brawl!

Indeed he is! As the crowd chants “Ass! Ass! Ass!” The Assman makes his way not through the backstage curtain but through the crowd itself! In the ring
Kurrupt takes another brutal chair shot and the huge man teeters on rubber legs! Assman grabs a chair from a ringside fan, hops the guard rail and slides
into the ring. Manny and Assman exchange a look and…ConChairto! Kurrupt falls to the mat like he was shot and the crowd is going nuts. Manny drops his
dented chair, rolls out of the ring again and pulls something out from under the ring. It’s a damn hockey mask with an “X” painted across the front of
it! Assman places a chair across the face of the unmoving Kurrupt and watches as Manny makes his way up onto the ring apron, then up to the top rope. Flying
headbutt onto the chair from Manny!

ROB MARTINEZ: Welcome to REBEL you big bastard!

Manny covers Kurrupt as Assman watches on. One! Two! Three!

JENNY JERSEY: Kurrupt has been eliminated!

The fans are almost in shock that the biggest man in the match is already gone! Manny is back to his feet, his hockey mask still on his face. He watches
as the referee and security help Kurrupt roll out of the ring. As Manny watches, Assman smiles at the fans and shrugs his shoulders as if to say “why not?”
Ass-Cracker on Manny X! This gets a mixed reaction but the cheers far out weight the boos. Assman makes the cover, One! Two! Three! Assman rolls back to
his feet and again the crowd start up with an “Ass! Ass! Ass!” chant.

JENNY JERSEY: Manny X has been eliminated!

ROB MARTINEZ: You can’t fault Assman for taking advantage of the situation!

Assman leans against the ring ropes and helps the crowd with the count down.

5….

4….

3….

2….

1….

¡ARRIBA! followed by Latin salsa music hits the speakers and the crowd cheer for the oddly dressed man who comes out from the back!

JENNY JERSEY: FEAR is now in the Brawl!

ROB MARTINEZ: If there were any two guys made for each other it’s these two! Wait…Did that sound gay?

FEAR climbs into the ring and smirks as Assman. Bitch it’s on, the smile seems to imply. The two men go to lock up but Assman plants a boot into the gut
of FEAR. A European uppercut puts him on the mat. Assman goes for a kneedrop but FEAR rolls out of the way. FEAR hits the ropes and connects with a leg
lariat onto Mike Trey! FEAR pulls Assman off the mat, takes him up and drives him to the mat with a corkscrew brainbuster. He hooks the far leg as the
referee counts, One! Two! Assman kicks out! FEAR again pulls Assman to his feet and tries for his Tequila Mocking Bird finisher! A rake to the face breaks
up the hold and Assman snaps the head of FEAR back with another vicious European uppercut. FEAR is whipped into a corner and Assman follows him in with
a running knee! Assman climbs up to the second rope and starts to lay in the stiff right hands to the head of FEAR. The crowd counts with Assman as he
pounds away. One! Two! Three! Four! Five! They never get to six however as FEAR hooks Assman, steps away from the corner and drops down hitting a modified
snake eyes onto Trey!

ROB MARTINEZ: These two are trying to eliminate each other before another man enter but it’s to late!

Once more the crowd starts counting along with the clock.

5….

4….

3….

2….

1….

“Grotans Barn” by Finntroll hits the speakers and the newest member of the REBEL family stalks out from the back.

JENNY JERSEY: Mr. Berserker is now in the Brawl!

Mr. Berserker and his manager Ian Smith look ready for a fight as they head towards the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh this is bad. This monster is 6’11 and 320 pounds of pure evil.

Mr. Berserker rolls into the ring as his manager reaches under the ring and starts to pull out tables to the massive delight of the Wilson fans. FEAR rushes
Mr. Berserker and takes a huge boot to the face! Assman is back to his feet and gets planted with an overhead hammer punch. Mr. Berserker pulls FEAR up,
shoots him into the ropes and hits a powerslam on the master of fear! Outside the ring, Ian Smith has stacked up the tables and is yelling something at
his charge. Mr. Berserker grins at his manager, then grabs Assman pressing him high above his head. Assman goes flying out of the ring and shatters through
the two tables! The crowd start a loud “Holy Shit!” chant as Assman lays buried under the remains of the tables. Mr. Berserker turns his attention back
to FEAR and charges at him! FEAR ducks under a big boot and Mr. Berserker straddles himself on the top rope! A dropkick from FEAR sends the big man out
of the ring and down to the floor. FEAR rolls to the outside, reaches under the ring and pulls out a huge pack of…Fireworks. Blackcats to be exact. FEAR
takes a match from his boot, lights the fireworks and throws them onto Mr. Berserker!

ROB MARTINEZ: Good God the noise is deafening! Not to mention I think FEAR just set Mr. Berserker on fire!

Again the clock starts counting down.

5….

4….

3….

2….

1….

JENNY JERSEY: Stylin’ Kyle Roberts is now in the Brawl!

Roberts emerges from the back and slowly makes his way to the ring. The fireworks are still exploding and Mr. Berserker is going nuts trying to get them
off of him.

ROB MARTINEZ: Roberts is the last man to enter the Brawl. Right now it’s anyones game!

Roberts spies the still unmoving Assman laying under the tables and pulls him out. Assman is rolled into the ring with Kyle hot on his trail. Inside the
ring Kyle locks Assman in his Bear Tamer! Suddenly from the crowd Rex Caliber hops the guard rails and rolls into the ring! He clubs Roberts from behind
breaking the move! Planetary Collision on Roberts! FEAR slides into the ring just as Caliber exits. We can hear him yelling “That’s payback bitch!” as
he heads towards the back. FEAR looks at Caliber for an instant then covers him! One! Two! Roberts kicks out! Mr. Berserker is back in the ring and looking
pissed from the fireworks fiasco. He grabs FEAR, spins him around and nails a double choke into a powerbomb onto the man! Roberts is slowly getting up
and never sees Assman behind him. Ass-Cracker! Assman goes for the pin! One! Two! Roberts kicks out! Assman looks stunned that someone kicked out of his
finisher. It doesn’t last long though as Assman is yanked up off the mat by Mr. Berserker and planted with a pump handle slam! One! Two! Assman kicks out!
Mr. Berserker gets to his feet and yells something to his manager.

ROB MARTINEZ: With the exception of Mr. Berserker, everyone in that ring is laid out and hurting. Could this massive newcomer win this thing?

Smith pulls a barbed wire ax handle out from under the ring! Mr. Berserker smiles as he caresses his weapon. Roberts is back to his feet and Mr. Berserker
charges him only to get taken to the mat with a drop toe hold! The big man lands hard and his barbed wire ax handle flies out of his hands. Mr. Berserker
is quickly up to all fours when he takes a low dropkick to the head from FEAR! Mr. Berserker flops over onto his back and Roberts nails a Lionsault! The
giant is still trying to get up and Roberts, FEAR & Assman stand away and watch the big man struggle up to his feet. Ass-Cracker from Assman! All three
men dog pile Mr. Berserker and the referee (and the fans) count! One! Two! Three! Mr. Berserker rolls out of the ring to an irate Ian Smith as the three
remaining men scramble to their feet.

JENNY JERSEY: Mr. Berserker has been eliminated!

ROB MARTINEZ: Just like earlier, it took a team effort to get rid of a big man. Now we’re down to the last three men. One of which will get a shot at the
Carolinas Title next week!

Roberts quickly attacks Assman and knocks him to the mat with a flurry of big right hands. FEAR nails Roberts with an enziguri that staggers him! FEAR whips
Roberts into the ropes and hits a picture perfect hurricanrana on the former NAPW Tag Champ! Assman is getting to his feet and is quickly hooked by FEAR
into his Tequila Mocking Bird! Assman is fighting to get out of the hold. Wait? Who is that? It’s REBEL owner Rick Garret! He strolls down to ringside,
approaches Jenny Jersey and says something to her. She looks confused (as usual) but Garret tells her again. She stands up and with microphone on hand…
JENNY JERSEY: Assman has been eliminated due to tap out!

FEAR releases his hold and looks puzzled, knowing full well that Assman didn’t tap. Garret is heading towards the back as the fans chant “Bullshit!” at
the owner. For a moment Assman and Garret lock eyes and Mike Trey knows he just got robbed. Assman rolls out of the ring and staggers after the owner of
REBEL.

ROB MARTINEZ: What the Hell was that? Rick Garrett obviously took some issue with the last promo Assman did. At any rate we’re down to two men!

FEAR is watching Assman leave and gets rolled up from behind by Roberts! One! Two! FEAR kicks out! FEAR is quickly back to his feet but is almost beheaded
by a Roberts clothesline! Roberts pulls FEAR up and shoots him into the ropes connecting with a back elbow on the rebound. Roberts goes for another lionsault
but FEAR gets his knees up! Roberts lands ribs first and staggers away clutching his mid section. Roll up from behind by FEAR! One! Two! Kickout by Roberts!
Roberts is up and drives a knee into the gut of FEAR. Snap suplex from “Stylin’ Kyle Roberts! Instead of a pin attempt, Roberts goes for the barbed wire
ax handle. FEAR is getting to his feet when Roberts swings at him. FEAR drops down and the ax handle bounces off the top rope and back into the face of
Roberts! Roberts drops the ax handle and holds his face in pain as FEAR leaps up and executes a victory roll! One! Two! Three!

ROB MARTINEZ: FEAR did it! He won the first ever Red,White & Bruised Braw!

FEAR quickly rolls out of the ring as his music hits the speakers. Inside the ring Roberts looks beside himself with the sudden loss.

JENNY JERSEY: Stylin’ Kyle Roberts has been eliminated! Your winner…FEAR!!!

ROB MARTINEZ: You have to wonder, if Garret hadn’t got Assman eliminated would we see a different man walking out the winner? I smell trouble on the horizon.
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JENNY JERSEY: This next match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the REBEL Tag Team Championship!

“My Way” by Limp Bizkit hits the speakers and all eyes turn towards the backstage curtain.

JENNY JERSEY: Coming to the ring first, they weigh in at a combined weight of 480 pounds, they are Jason Blade and “The Icon” Gladiator…The Brat Pack!!!
the ECFW tag team emerges from the back to a very mixed reaction from the REBEL crowd. While they’ve seen these guys on national television, they’re still
in enemy territory.

“The New Foundation” by AkForty replaces Fred Durst on the speakers and the crowd unbelievably give the champs a nice little pop.

JENNY JERSEY: And their opponents, they weigh in at a combined 472 pounds, they are the reigning REBEL Tag Team Champions, Thomas Young and Prince Darko….The
Foundation!!!

The champions come out from the back with the tag straps around their waists. They quickly slide into the ring and basically ignore the ECFW team.

ROB MARTINEZ: This will be a tough match for the champs. Both Gladiator and Jason Blade are multi time ECFW World Champions. On the other hand, The Foundation
are sick freaks.

The Foundation hand over their titles to the time keeper and the referee calls for the bell. Without warning The Foundation jump The Brat Pack and the fight
is on! Young is brawling with Blade as Gladiator is exchanging punches with Prince Darko. Backdrop over the top rope from Gladiator sends Prince Darko
to the floor. As Gladiator follows Darko to the outside, Jason Blade whips Young into the ropes and hits a beautiful dropkick! Blade goes for a cover but
only gets a count of one. Blade pulls Young to his feet and pops him across the chest with a vicious knife edge chop. Another chop has Young holding his
chest. A third has the REBEL crowd unleashing a “Wooooooooo!” A thumb to the eye stops the momentum of Blade and Young hurls Blade out of the ring through
the ring ropes. Meanwhile the brawl between Gladiator and Darko has crossed over the ring barrier and into the crowd! Gladiator is laying big right hands
into the head of Darko who is shoving fans away from him in an attempt to escape. Gladiator tries to whip Darko into the wall but it’s reversed and it’s
“The Icon” who slams against the concrete wall!

ROB MARTINEZ: This thing is already out of hand. If The Brat Pack hope to win those tag titles they need to get this match back into the ring.

Blade has returned to the ring and Young greets him with a boot to the head. Blade tries to fight his way up to his feet but Young digs his fingers into
the eyes of Blade. A double underhook suplex sends Blade crashing to the mat. Out in the crowd Gladiator gets brained by a chair shot from Prince Darko.
Darko pulls Gladiator off of the floor and leads him back to the ringside area. In the ring, Young has Blade backed into a corner and is driving shoulder
after shoulder into the ribs of the challenger. On the outside Darko whips Gladiator into the guard railing and then follows up with a clothesline that
sends “The Icon” over the railing and onto the floor. Darko follows him over and slides into the ring to join his partner. Darko and Young each take an
arm and whip Jason Blade into the ropes. They both drop their heads early and Blade lands a stiff kick to the upper body of Prince Darko! Young pops up
and goes for a clothesline only to have Blade duck under it! Young gets hit with an enziguri that sends him through the ropes and down to the floor. Blade
grabs Darko and hits a gut wrench suplex that leaves the tag champion clutching his back.

ROB MARTINEZ: Blade is an excellent technician while Prince Darko is more of a…Homicidal maniac.

Blade pulls Darko off of the mat and pulls him towards his corner where Gladiator is now standing. Blade slaps a wrist lock on Darko and tags in Gladiator
who comes in and drives an elbow into the arm of the champion. Gladiator places Darko in a hammerlock and then scoops him up and slams him to the mat!
Darko is holding his arm and “The Icon” tags back out to Blade. Darko is pulled to his feet and placed in a front face lock while Jason hits a running
knee into the injured arm of his opponent. Darko drops to his knees holding his arm as Jason smirks at Young. Another tag and we have Gladiator coming
into the ring and pulling Darko to his feet. Darko is hoisted up onto the shoulder on Gladiator and takes a bone rattling running powerslam. A cover by
Gladiator! One! Two! Young rushes in and breaks up the pin! Blade also comes in and drops Young with a flying lariat. Young rolls to the outside as Blade
readies himself. Gladiator starts to pull Darko to his feet when he takes a low blow between the uprights! As Gladiator drops to his knees, Blade takes
flight and sails over the top rope with a suicide dive onto Young! Both men crash into the ring barrier and the crowd start a “Holy Shit!” Chant!

ROB MARTINEZ: Blade never touched the top rope with that move! These guys are here to win the REBEL Tag Titles!

Back in the ring, Darko comes off the ropes and drives a boot to the face of a hurting Gladiator. Darko spots his partner laying on the outside and rolls
out of the ring. Darko grabs Jason Blade and drives him back first into the ringpost before turning his attention to what lays under the ring. The ring
apron is thrown back and he pulls out both a chair and a cheese grater. Gladiator has now rolled to the outside and he takes a chair to the ribs that doubles
him over. Another shot across the back of “The Icon” drops the former ECFW World Champ to the floor. Darko throws the chair into the ring and advances
on Jason Blade. Darko grabs the head of Blade and gets ready to smack him with the cheese grater when Blade drives a knee into his gut. Blade rips the
cheese grater from the hand of Darko and cracks it across the skull of the champion! On the other side of the ring, Young has rolled Gladiator into the
ring and slides in behind him. Young pulls Gladiator to his feet and goes to shoot him into the ropes. It’s reversed and Young takes a spinebuster onto
the chair! Gladiator goes for the pin attempt! One! Two! Young kicks out! Blade has now climbed onto the ring apron and springs up to the top turnbuckle.
Frog splash from Jason Blade! Another cover! One! Two! Blade is pulled out of the ring by a now bloody Prince Darko!

ROB MARTINEZ: Near fall for the ECFW team! The Foundation have yet to really get on track here tonight.

On the outside Darko whips Blade into the steel ring steps before climbing back into the ring. In the ring Gladiator has mounted Young and is pounding away
with right hands to the head. A running knee to the back of the head sends Gladiator sprawling to the mat. Darko helps up Young and together they start
to put the boots to “The Icon!” They haul Gladiator off of the mat and whip him into the ropes. Gladiator simply slides out of the ring – at the same time
Jason Blade springboards off the top ring rope nailing the Foundation with a double clothesline! Darko rolls to the outside as Blade covers Young. One!
Two! Young kicks out! Blade pulls Young up and tries for a suplex. Young blocks it and reverses the move into a modified DDT! On the outside Gladiator
basically runs over Prince Darko with a running clothesline! In the ring Young pulls something out of his boot. It’s a screwdriver! Screwy has made an
appearance! Young digs the screwdriver into the forehead of Blade opening him up! On the outside Gladiator hits an inverted atomic drop on Darko and then
drops him with a stiff right hand! Gladiator turns and sees his partner getting carved up and climbs quickly into the ring. Young is pulled off of Blade
but he’s able to spin around and stab “The Icon” in the scalp with the screwdriver!

ROB MARTINEZ: The “E” in ECFW stands for Extreme and this is Extreme!

Young stands over the body of Gladiator and watches as Darko climbs into the ring. Young shoves the screwdriver back into his boot and the duo pull Gladiator
off of the mat. Young hooks Gladiator in a full nelson and it looks like we’re about to see “Game Over” from The Foundation! Darko runs to the ropes ready
to plant a boot to the face of Gladiator when from nowhere Jason Blade hits him with a running shoulder tackle that sends both men out of the ring! Gladiator
swings his leg back and low blows Young! Gladiator spins around, plants a boot to the gut that doubles over Young and then hits his “Union Jack” pedigree!
One!

Two!

Three!

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh momma! The Brat Pack have just won the REBEL Tag Team Championship!

The fans explode as the referee calls for the bell.

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of this match…And NEW REBEL Tag Team Champions…The Brat Pack!

Jason Blade rolls back into the ring and along with Gladiator are awarded the REBEL Tag Titles. The Foundation look on with both hatred and confusion.

ROB MARTINEZ: What a match! But now I have to wonder…Will we ever see those belts back in REBEL?

The Brat Pack leave the ring, bloodied but champions.

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THREE SIX MAAAFIA! “IT’S A FIGHT” off the Rocky Balboa soundtrack begins to play over the arena PA. Caliban makes his way out with Iago. He takes his spot
on the back side of the ring. Next comes out Vicious, then Warren. Vicious takes the left side of the ring. Next out is Mr. Berserker and Ian Smith, they
walk over and stand next to Caliban.

ROB MARTINEZ: Holy shit… if Rick Garrett never thought of this match before, he just creamed his pants. Caliban is eyeballing Mr. Berserker. Their respective
handlers are doing their best keeping them calm.

Out comes The Bluegrass Mafia who stand next to Vicious. Kyle Roberts makes his entrance to a chorus of boos, with some cheers and some “DX Sucked” chants.
He walks over to the side with Warren. Assman brings up the rear. One side of the ring left open…

JENNY JERSEY: The following LUMBERJACK MATCH is set for one fall to a absolute finish, and is for the REBEL PRO WRESTLING HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!

“Go Getta” by Young Jeezy and walks out “Da REBEL Thug” to a mixed reaction. He is wearing expensive jeans, and some Timberland work boots. Not all the
fans are impressed it seems. He walks to the ring and enters it as the superstars surrounding it, jaw with him.

ROB MARTINEZ: The man has came here to make a splash. He is a former NAPW Tag Team champion with brother Stone Zellor. His size is very comparable to that
of the REBEL champ. He is still considered for the most part,a tag team wrestler. The line on this match, has Clint a considerable underdog, around twenty
to one. The line was brought to us by our friends, and new sponsor, Harrah Casino in Cherokee, North Carolina.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing the challenger… He is a former NAPW Tag team Champion. He weighed in this evening at Two hundred fifty four pounds, and he is
fighting tonight out of Staten Island, New York. He is “THE REBEL THUG” CLINT ZELLOR!

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

Lights go dim in Wilson, and red, white and blue confetti rains down. Out walks The Foundation. They are super pissed over dropping the belts earlier in
the evening. Static, wearing a back pack, walks out next. Then comes the Champ. Rex Caliber walks out dressed in Red, White and Blue tights, and patriotic
boots. His REBEL Belt is shining around his waist. He is waving an American Flag as the crowd cheers. Then the other side of the Flag is shown. It’s a
CRIMES flag, and the crowd boos big time. Rex tells them all to go to hell, as he enters the ringside area. The Crimes take up the empty side of the ring.
They are opposite the Caliban/Berserker side. To their right is the Kyle Roberts, Warren, and Assman. Their left is occupied with Vicious, and the Bluegrass
Mafia.

ROB MARTINEZ: The last we saw of Rex in REBEL, Kyle Roberts and Bobby O’Brady was trying to maim him. He is defending his belt tonight for the sixth time.
He has stated recently that he can beat any “Zellor”, unlike Bob Ravager. He has thwarted back Kyle Roberts, the recently retired Sparks, Brian Bruno,
Tommy Deathrow, and the ECFW World Champion Lonewolf. He takes no man lightly, but with the sides all even, will Rex be better than Clint Zellor? Did Rex
just hand her a card to read?

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent… he is the owner of NAPW. He is an esteemed member of the super classy Crimes. He is truly an American Icon. He weighs
in at slimmed, trimmed, sliced and diced, two hundred forty four and one quarter pounds. He is the Rexcellence… I’m not finishing this crap (face pop
for Jenny)… He is THE REBEL HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION… REX CALIBER!

Referee Jimmy Johnson calls for the bell. Rex mouths off too Kyle Roberts. Clint and Rex circle each other. Rex and Clint Zellor tie up, collar and elbow
style. Rex pushes him to the corner, nearest Static. Rex makes a clean break only too chop, WHOO, the chest of The REBEL Thug. Rex smirks to the crowd,
and is quickly thrown into the corner. Clint then unleashes a very loud, very stern PIMP SMACK to the face of Rex Caliber. Spit, maybe a freakin’ tooth
flies from the mouth of Rex. Rex is dazed and receives a chop to the solar plexus. And a WHOOO is let out. Rex then switches with Clint and does one of
his on…. BOOOO! Clint then switches him back for WHOOOOOO ANOTHER CHOP! Rex holds his chest, and then thumbs Clint in the eye. Rex explodes with a RUNNING
STO ON CLINT! The Cover… ONE, TWO, NOT ENOUGH! The crowd cheers.

ROB MARTINEZ: The crowd is getting behind the REBEL Thug.

Rex picks up Clint, and Clint pushes him off… then nails a Yakuza Kick that knocks Rex through the ropes. He stands up to realize that the new Carolina’s
Champ is on his left, Matthew Kurtis is on the right… and his ass is back in the ring promptly! Rex kicks the ring ropes, and turns around just in time
to back body drop the charging Zellor over the top rope. Zellor wipes out Vicious, who was trying to be a lumberjack. The Kurtis’ boys push Clint back
in the ring. Rex allows him to get in, before coming near him. Rex looks like a snake ready to eat a defenseless bunny. Clint staggers into a HIGH CRADLE
SUPLEX! The cover, the count.. the kickout! Rex looks pissed. Clint Zellor gets up by the force of the Champ. Rex throws him into the ropes and clotheslines
him over the top rope.

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh My Sweet Jesus… Clint fell at the feet of CALIBAN! Iago is giving instructions.

Clint Zellor is up in a Gorilla Press Position, and is thrown over the top rope back in the ring, by THE MONSTER CALIBAN! Rex smiles and allows Clint to
get up. Rex bounces off the ropes, and IS TRIPPED! Kyle Roberts tripped him. Static just ran over there and is cussing very loudly. Clint takes his opportunity
and low line drives a drop kick on Rex. Rex hits the concrete in front of Kyle Roberts! Kyle Roberts begins assaulting the Champ. Warren is yelling at
him: “Dude! Your supposed to be like putting him in the ring man.” Kyle pushes Warren down, and into Assman, as The Foundation and Static try to get to
Rex. Kyle is knocked off of him. The Bluegrass Mafia come over to help Rex in the ring. They separate Kyle from the Foundation, but then Kyle gets shoved
by Warren who then points at Assman, who’s standing at the ring post. Kyle goes to deck Assman, who ducks, and Kyle hits the ring post!

ROB MARTINEZ: This is a mess out there! Who the hell booked this match?

Rex is hurt in the ring, and Clint nails him with a GERMAN SUPLEX! He rolls with it… TWO GERMAN SUPLEXES! And a THIRD! Clint Zellor is covering the Heavyweight
Champ! ONE, TWO, THRE- FOOT ON THE ROPE! Clint was two inches away from being Heavyweight champ. Clint looks tired already. Kyle is chasing Warren, who
runs into…

ROB MARTINEZ: MR. BERZERKER! RUUNN WARRRREN!

Mr. Berserker places a VICIOUS BEARHUG ON WARREN! He is being treated like a rag doll. Kyle is smiling. In the ring Clint is trying for another pin on Rex.
Rex kicks his legs up near Clint’s arms, and locks on. Rex is maneuvering, and Clint is trying to fight off Rex. Rex is getting his body just right. RINGS
OF REX… Just then Jimmy Johnson is distracted by the outside happenings. Caliban has Warren and is trying to out do Berserker!

ROB MARTINEZ: JENNY MOVE! HEART OF DARKNESS ON WARREN! WAIT.. BERZERKER STOPPED HIM! Mr. Berserker, pulls Warren away, applies the Bear Hug again, and leaves
the ringside arena with Warren! Ian Smith is yelling at him. Caliban looks mad, as he wanted to hurt someone…

Rex Caliber had Clint tapping but no ref to see it. He lets him go, and throws him to Caliban! Rex yells to him “KILL HIM” Kyle Roberts sneaks over there,
and gets Clint back into the ring before Caliban can act. The Foundation go over to Kyle and they are fighting! Bobby O’Brady is coming out from the back.
Darko takes a big Clothesline from him. They are battling to the back. Assman, The Bluegrass Mafia, a hurt Vicious and Caliban are the only lumberjacks
remaining. Rex picks up Clint and does an overhead T-Bone Suplex on him. He covers him for a ONE, TWO, SHOULDER UP!

ROB MARTINEZ: Rex can’t believe it. He looks pissed and that’s not good for Clint Zellor!

Rex Caliber applies the NEXUS CLOVERLEAF! Just then, the Foundation and Kyle/Bobby return from the back, still fighting. Clint Zellor is about to tap, and
KYLE ROBERTS ENTERS THE RING! He nails Rex and stops the moves. Static enters the ring, back pack in hand. He drops it down, and fires away on Kyles head.
The Bluegrass Mafia try to be peace keepers as Kyle and Static roll outside. Darko and Young are beating down Bobby O’Brady! Kyle goes to hit Static and
nails Matthew Kurtis. The Foundation brawl is near them. Assman is now involved. Vicious is in the fray! Security is trying to break up the fight outside
the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: As we try to have our main event, Security is making everyone leave ringside… except for Caliban.

Rex watches as everyone exits the ringside area. Clint Zellor with a roll up!

ONE

TWO

THREE INCHES AWAY BUT REX KICKS OUT!

Rex unleashes some vicious crossfaces to the jaw of Clint. Rex looks pissed. He throws him to the corner. He sets him on the turnbuckle. He has him up for
TOTAL ANNIHILATION!

THAT HAS TO HURT!

REX COVERS!

ONE

TWO

THR REX PICKS CLINT UP!

ROB MARTINEZ: WHY THE HELL DIDN’T HE PIN HIM?

Rex then picks up the back pack, and drops it on Clint’s head! The sound of glass shattering is heard. Rex then stomps the bag. He unzips it and flips it
upside down. HE EMPTIES IT, AS BROKEN GLASS COVERS THE MIDDLE OF THE RING!

ROB MARTINEZ: HOLY SHIT…DON’T DO THIS! PLEASE REX, THIS MAN HAS A FAMILY, HIS BROTHER WORKS FOR YOU!

Rex picks up Clint Zellor, and has him in position for… PLANETARY COLLISION!

ROB MARTINEZ: WHAT THE HELL…. LET REBEL REIGN!!!!! PLANETARY COLLISION ON A BROKEN (BLEEP) GLASS!

ONE

TWO

THREE!!!

JENNY JERSEY: THE WINNER AND STILLLL REBEL HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION: REX CALIBER!

Let REBEL Reign… indeed! Rex is handed his title and he rolls out of the ring smiling. He makes his way towards the back and stops. He surveys the crowd
and raises his right hand.

And flips them off.

ROB MARTINEZ: The always classy REBEL Heavyweight Champion. What a night it’s been here! Two new champions and shocks galore.

We end the night with the fans booing Rex like crazy before he walks to the back and the last image we see is that of doctors looking over a bloody and
glass covered Zellor in the middle of the ring.

There Goes The Neighborhood – 06/12/2007

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

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

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

“Let REBEL Reign!!!”

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

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

A pop for the man in charge!

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

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

A long minute passes us by.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

JENNY JERSEY: Your winner…Keith Williams!!!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“¡ARRRRRIBA!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Seventh Star Press!

Nobody home!

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

Kick-out!

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

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

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

Open. Poured.

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

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

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

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

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I told the truth today and they put me away!

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

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

The fans stay silent as

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Rosie climbs one turnbuckle.

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

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

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

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

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

Pass the mic on the left hand side!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

ROB MARTINEZ: He likes these in threes!

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

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

ONE!

TWO!

THR-NO!

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

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

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

ROB MARTINEZ: NOBODY’S HOME!

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

ONEE!!!

TWWWOOOOOO!!!

THREEEEEEFOOTONTHEROPE!

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

ROB MARTINEZ: Ballgame! New Champion!

ONE!……..TWO!………THRE-KICK OUT!

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

He gets into piledriver position!

Locks the arms!

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

ONEEEEEEEEE

TWOOOOOOOOOO

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

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

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

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

When he’s suddenly pulled from the ring!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

JENNY JERSEY: And their opponents…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Silence.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

CLANG

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

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

ONE!

TWO!

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

TWO!

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

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

Brings it down right across the man’s knee.

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

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

Not like this.

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

Pull.

Drag Young. Drag him.

Ignore the pain.

Just make the ropes.

Pain is temporary.

Glory is forever.

Just make the ropes.

Almost there.

Almost…

CLANG

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

There’s nowhere to go.

Hold on. Just hold on. Please hold on.

It’s not enough.

ROB MARTINEZ: Murcielago … has submitted.

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

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

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

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

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

The crowd responds by standing. Cheering. Clapping.

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

Honor.

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

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

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

Curtain.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

ROB MARTINEZ: Good Lord he’s still conscious!

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

One!

Two!

Three!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Static and Caliber start to leave the ring when…

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

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

The crowd pops loudly

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

Rex is looking at Clint, yelling various things at him

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Let REBEL Reign indeed….

American Anarchy – 06/05/2007

American Anarchy
06/05/2007
It’s 6:30 and the REBEL Arena finally opens its doors to a crowd that’s been waiting since six to get inside. As usual the ringside seats are snapped up
in a blink of an eye as people have been waiting weeks to see tonights show. Not only will there be a tables match tonight but all three REBEL Championships
are on the line! The merchandise table is swamped as people line up to buy the newly released NAPW/REBEL Supershow DVD they’ve heard and read so much about.
Also on sale are all of the previous REBEL DVDS available for the low price of $20. The injured Mike “Assman” Trey and Warren are signing autographs and
having their pictures taken with fans. A quick look through the crowd tells the story as we see people sitting in their seats, munching on popcorn or nachos
anxiously awaiting bell time. We see people wearing tee shirts from everyone from The Bluegrass Mafia to the new Crimes. Rob Martinez, Jenny Jersey and
REBEL Carolinas Champion Murcielago are standing at ringside chatting up fans and signing autographs. A record setting 338 fans are in attendance tonight,
and each and every one of them are ready to see a spectacular show.

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

They’re in the REBEL Arena ready to raise Hell!

“Let REBEL Reign!”

“Killing In The Name Of…” By Rage Against The Machine hits and both Ray Martinez and Jenny Jersey hit the ring! The fans are already screaming wildly.
ROB MARTINEZ: Welcome to REBEL Pro Wrestling!

A cheap pop but what the Hell?

ROB MARTINEZ: Tonight you’re going to see not one, not two but three titles on the line as….

SCRAPPED VALENTINES.. CRIMES… CRIMES… CRIMES!!!

The fans immediately start to boo as Jenny Jersey and Rob Martinez quickly leave the ring. Why? Because Rex walks out, Static walks out, John Salty comes
out, Lloyd Rees comes out, and then Ca$h does too. The Crimes are hearing the loud boos, also getting showered with drinks, and other trash. Rex takes
center ring, with everyone around him.

REX: North Carolina… sit down, shut the (BLEEP) up, and show some respect to the best thing going baby!

The crowd boos them loudly.

REX: Who the hell do you people think you are? We’re the Crimes God Damnit! You RESPECT US!

Rex starts staring down a fan at ringside.

REX: Hey you… yeah the one wearing the Ravager shirt! How bout you tell the world what you do in that shirt? The audacity to wear that garbage in here
you sick bastard.

The fan looks like he going to jump the rail. Rex gets out the ring, as Rees follows him.

REX: Come on fat boy! You got something to say to me? You fat piece of shit!

Rex then gazes at the very larger woman to the fans left. Rees is trying to hold him back.

REX: Who’s this? This your bitch? You want to know the biggest difference between you and me? You go home and beat off to thoughts of Ravager, and cum all
over yourself in that shirt! I go home and cum all over your mother! Then we go get your whore sister and teach her the real meaning of a double team!
The fan takes a swing at Rex, and Rex ducks. Then Rex points to his cheek, as the fan is taken away. Rex re enters the ring. Rees is with him.

STATIC: How can this many idiots gather in one spot? This is a disgrace to real wrestlers like us! You people should kneel down and kiss the feet of the
greatest collection of wrestlers in the World!

REX: You don’t wear that shit in REBEL! OK, now on to business. Tonight I have a major announcement. But first lets let my main man Lloyd Rees talk! He
has a lot to say. Hey mother(BLEEP)ers, I said shut the (BLEEP) up and let the “LDK” speak!

The crowd gets rabid with hate. Security is trying to hold the crowd back.

REES: T’night all ye Larrys get da honor of see’n history be’n written. Not only do Da New Crimes have a huge announcment t’make but, yer go’n t’see a new
era begin here in REBEL Pro and d’hat is da era of “LDK’ and it all starts with “Da Sparx” So, hold on t’d'ose ticket stubs idiots, cause d’hey will probably
be da most valuble tink in yer pathedic lives!!

REX: That’s your Provincial champ. He is gonna tear a whole into Sparky! The next man, it is an honor to stand with as well. He is the next NAPW Champion
and is on a short vaction to get ready to train for Ravager. Now let’s give a warm ovation to the newest member of the Crimes… CA$H!

CA$H: You know, after my last match in NAPW, I didn’t think anyone could be dumber than Bruce Richards and those “wrestling fans” up in Canada. They go
all that time thinking I was going to pass up the greatest offer I’ve ever gotten, and then they’re shocked when I accept it! But after seeing the crowd
we’ve got here today, I think we’ve got some new winners. You have the audacity, the stones, to boo the best group of wrestlers in this company, hell,
in this entire business? Who do you think you are?

REX: They are complete and udder MORONS! Yeah, you fat bitch… I said that! That man is money, and you treat him like garbage. If we had the time, we’d
come out there and kick everyone of your asses! The recent dealings with women have gotten me paranoid, and I needed something to secure my place here…
So with out further ado the newest members of the Crimes…

AKFORTY hit’s the PA, and out comes the REBEL Tag Team champs, with Mister B. Rex is going crazy with excitement. The crowd who already loathed The Foundation,
are going insane with hate. More gold for the Crimes! They enter the ring and shake hands with their new friends.

REX: These guys are the best tag team going, and they deserved a spot in the Crimes!

THOMAS: For almost a year now, The Foundation have been overlooked. I mean, were the Tag-Team Champs and REBEL can’t even get us some new (BLEEP) competition.
And NAPW didn’t treat us any better. It’s about time someone noticed what we can bring to the ring.

PRINCE DARKO: It’s about time we got the recognition that we deserve. Don’t get me wrong now, we were well known, but now we get to spread our wings even
further and kick ass with more people.

THOMAS: Thats right. The Crimes offered us the opportunity to show the world that we’re the best. And as you all see now. We accepted.

REX: So there you have it. If I ever get fired here, I’m taking Rees and the Tag Champs, THE FOUNDATION! If Rees gets ousted, were all gone. How about those
bargaining chips. We have total control! So everyone of you can kiss the ass of the best team ever assembled…

ALL: CRIMES! CRIMES!! CRIMES!!!

The crowd is nuts with hate for these men. Wonder why? They seem like nice guys!

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Jenny has returned to the ring after the Crimes departure and it’s a welcome sight for the male fans in the audience.

JENNY JERSEY: This match is scheduled for one fall and it is the Newcomers Ball Match!

“Ladies And Gentlemen” by Saliva hits the speakers and the crowd gives a lukewarm response.

JENNY JERSEY: Coming to the ring first, he hails from Salem, Massachusetts and weighed in tonight at 220 pounds….Raiyn!!!

Raiyn emerges from the back and heads to ringside. A look on his face tells us the story. He’s happy to be here…And to be getting a paycheck.

“Freebird” by Lynrd Skynrd replaces Saliva and a big mountain of a man comes out to dead silence.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent hailing from Fordyce, Arkansas and weighing in at 275 pounds…Brian “The Lariat” Larson!!!

Larson comes out from behind the curtain and tries to get a rise from the crowd. They simply look at him with disinterest.

“Animal I Have Become” by…Well who knows pumps through the speakers as the third newcomer pops out from the back. To a mountain of indifference.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent hailing from New York and weighing in at 225 pounds…Kid Chaos!!!

Chaos steps through the curtain and already people are headed back to the food stand and the merchandise table.

A Perfect Circle oozes out of the speakers and finally the crowd starts to stir as two dangerous looking men step out from the back.

JENNY JERSEY: And finally, accompanied by his manager Dead End, he hails from Chicago, Illinois and weighs in at 230 pounds….Vicious!!!

Jenny leaves the ring and the four men eye each other wearily.

ROB MARTINEZ: Aside from Vicious very little is known about these men. I think Kid Chaos waited on me at Red Lobster last Friday though. At any rate this
is a fatal fourway, first man to score a pinfall or submission is the winner.

The referee calls for the bell and the four men pair off. Larson is wailing away on Raiyn with ugly looking right hands as Vicious has Chaos trapped in
a corner and is clubbing him with back elbow shots to the head. Larson whips Raiyn into the ropes and drops him with a big boot to the face! Vicious shoots
Chaos out of the corner and Larson almost takes his head off with a ferocious looking clothesline! Larson smiles at Vicious and offer him a high five.
Vicious glances at his manager Dead End on the outside and then smashes Larson with a Saito suplex! A “booooring” chant is starting to pick up steam from
the unruly REBEL crowd. Chaos is back to his feet and takes a Leg hook Saito suplex from the man known as Vicious! Raiyn is up to his feet and rushes Vicious
only to take an exploder suplex! The crowd is now hot for this newcomer as he’s pretty much kicking the crap out of the three other men. Larson is up and
Vicious grabs him only so that he can throw him over the top rope and down to the floor. Kid Chaos is up as well and takes a Aurora Suplex (Wrist clutch
exploder)! Chaos rolls toward a neutral corner and basically hides as Vicious drags Raiyn to the center of the ring and locks in his Shangri-La (High-angled,
high torque wakigatame armbar)! Raiyn taps almost as soon as the move is locked in and we have a winner!

ROB MARTINEZ: Vicious takes the win, although his opponents were basically tackling dummies.

JENNY JERSEY: Your winner of the Newcomers Ball…Vicious!

The fans give Vicious a decent ovation for a crappy match. His bush league opponents are already heading towards the back.

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“Your Disease” by Saliva hits the PA system and the fans that are in attendance turn their attention towards the curtains. After a few moments a man walks
out from the backstage area with long, blonde hair and a thick, brown beard dressed in a black, three piece suit complete with a white handkerchief in
the coat pocket. He looks around at the crowd with a cocky smirk on his face, removing his black sunglasses to get a better view, before putting them back
on and making his way to the ring. Along the way he looks to slap hands with a few fans, but instead pulls his hand back and adjusts his shirt collar.
Once at the ring he hops onto the apron, ducking under the top rope to enter. He mounts the closest turnbuckle near him and outstretches his arms, receiving
a little reaction from the REBEL Pro Wrestling attendance. As his music begins to die down he makes his way over to Rob Martinez, relieving him of his
microphone and tapping it to make sure its in working order.

KEITH: Hello, REBEL, it’s good to be here!

This time the crowd cheers a little bit more, responding to the cheap pop, but still not sure of this unknown guy standing before them.

KEITH: You may not know me, but I know each and every one of you. You’re the rabid fans of REBEL Pro Wrestling that come to the shows every chance you get.
And shell out your hard earned money to see wrestlers like me perform in this very ring.

He lightly claps his hands, applauding the fans, and they cheer.

KEITH: Hold on, I’m sorry. Did I actually just say that? I really must be out of my god damn mind. I mean, come on, you people aren’t worth a cent. Hard
earned money? It costs five bucks max to come to these crappy shows. Hobos could afford to come here if they wanted, hell, I think I even see a few in
the crowd here tonight.

The fans boo and the man looks out in the crowd, checking to make sure if he can actually see some homeless people.

KEITH: Yup, there really are some of them here tonight. Probably using the building as their personal restroom, because the smell is awful from where I’m
standing. Then again that could just be all of you people.

More boos echo forth from the crowd, causing a smirk to break across the man’s face.

KEITH: Well, thank you, I didn’t expect any less of a reaction from you fine folks. Let’s cut to the chase though, because I don’t have all night to be
screwing around with all of you. The name is Keith Williams, and I’m the savior of this place. I’ve seen the sort of talent that performs here and to tell
you the truth I’m sorely disappointed. You call yourselves wrestlers? You’re nothing more than monkeys performing tricks for bananas. I’m sure you don’t
even know the difference between a wristwatch and wristlock. Let alone have the ability to execute a suplex without botching it.

Keith begins to pace around the ring, checking out the fans in the front row, and then grimacing his face at his obvious disdain with their appearance.
KEITH: You wouldn’t notice it by taking a look at me, but I’m actually from North Carolina. I know, bear with me, it’s hard to realize that because I don’t
dress in overalls and spit tobacco from my mouth, but it’s the truth. And I know how important wrestling is to this state, as well as how the people are.
Now, unlike all of you I actually made something of myself after I graduated. Well, I actually did more than all of you did by graduating instead of fucking
my sister and dropping out. You see, I went off to Hollywood, California, you know that state on the other side of the United States where movies are made?
Yeah, that place, and I made a name for myself starring in feature length films. Yup, ever since making my way there I’ve been in so many films it’s hard
to count all of them. I have so much cash in my bank account that it’d have all of you drooling from the mouth. I make more per minute sitting in my dressing
room on the lot of a film set than all of you combined will make in your lifetime.

The crowd boos more heavily, growing to easily hate Keith Williams after the short time he’s made his name known in REBEL.

KEITH: Don’t hate me for the fact I’m better than you. It’s your own fault for not doing anything with your lives worth any merit. I can’t help it if I’m
what every woman on this earth dreams to be with. Or the perfect specimen of what a REAL man should be. It’s not easy being the Hollywood Playboy, what
with having fame, money, and girls by the dozen wanting to sleep with me. Well, nevermind, it’s really easy. In fact it’s so easy I do it on a daily basis
because it is my life. Now you’re probably asking yourself. Why is such a successful guy like this wasting his time here? That’s simple, I’m here to cleanse
REBEL of its sickness. These stars you have here that shamelessly wear gold around their waist that they’re not deserving of and the guys who get in this
ring every night making a mockery of professional wrestling. It’s time that it all came to an end! REBEL has yet to see the epitome of a champion until
now. With my debut comes about the very beginning of REBEL’s history in pure wrestling.

Keith raises his arms above his head, extending his thumbs to point down at himself as the fans boo at him, not liking his arrogance one bit.

KEITH: Another question you might be asking yourself, how are you such a good wrestler if you’ve been making movies? That’s simple, before I became a HUGE
movie star I managed to train under the guidance of a man named Phoenix where I became what I am today. So don’t try to label me as anything less than
the best wrestler in the world today. While I may not be having an actual match on the show this week you’ll be damned sure to see me next week making
my in-ring debut. It doesn’t matter who it will be or what match it will be, because in the end the Hollywood Playboy always come out on top, just like
in the bedroom. By this time next month there’ll be a new REBEL Heavyweight Champion, and his name won’t be Rex Caliber, it’ll be Keith Williams.

He slams the microphone down and for the second time tonight “Your Disease” by Saliva hits the PA system. Keith exits the ring and makes his way back up
the entrance, completely ignoring the fans on either side of him. Before he goes through the curtains again, he turns around to the crowd, flipping them
off with both hands, and then making his exit.

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The fans in Raleigh are buzzing as soon as “The Wretched” hits the speakers. Somethings gonna happen, and odds are it won’t be pretty…

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall, and it is a TABLES MATCH! Making his way to the ring area, from The Amazon Basin!
He weighs three hundred and fifty pounds. Accompanied by Iago and Miranda, THIS IS CALIBAN!

A mixture of cheers and boos for the monster as he makes his way to ringside. The fans in the front row are in awe of the big man from the Amazon. Some
wonder who would be, brave (or maybe foolish?) enough to step in the ring with…

TAKE ME DOWN TO THE PARADISE CITY WHERE THE GRASS IS GREEN AND THE GIRLS ARE PRETTY

Well, ask a silly question. The fans pop for REBEL’s resident slacker. Caliban stares at the entrance, in a state of catlike readiness. The fans sing along
with G&R. But there’s no sign of Warren..

ROB MARTINEZ: It looks like Warren may have come to his senses… or not.

A commotion in the crowd as Warren hops the barricade! Looking like he just got here from the 7-11, he has a big gulp in hand, and he slides into the ring!
Iago and Miranda are trying to get Caliban’s attention. He turns and gets a spray of mist as Warren channels Tommy Dreamer! Warren may just surprise people
here! He grabs Caliban for the Microwave Burrito Buster! … And gets tossed over the top rope into the front row! Fun’s over.

ROB MARTINEZ: Warren doing the smart thing by attacking from behind. But he needs more than a Big Gulp to take down Caliban.

Caliban steps over the top rope, and is in hot pursuit of Warren. The big man grabs the slacker by the scruff of the neck, then whips him into the ring
post! A groan from the fans as Warren flops to the floor. Iago is all smiles, and Miranda is there to offer encouragement. Caliban grabs Warren by the
legs, it looks like he’s going for a giant swing! And he does! Only it’s a short trip, as Warren gets swung head first into the ring barricade! Warren
looks to be bleeding, and Caliban is in complete control! Iago and Miranda pull a table out from under the ring, and they set it up at ringside! No matter
how the fans feel about Warren, they still pop when the table is set up. And they pop again when another table is pulled out, and stacked on top of the
first one!

ROB MARTINEZ: Now Warren knew what he was getting into signing for this match, but come on! They have him down, the match is there’s whenever they want
it. There’s no need for overkill!

The REBEL fans seem to disagree.

WE WANT TABLES!!

WE WANT TABLES!!

Warren is tossed into the ring. Caliban climbs in after him. He hauls Warren to his feet, and is setting up for the Heart of Darkness! And Warren reverses!
With whatever strength he has left, he manages to hit an Ace Cutter as Caliban lifted him up! The fans cheer for Warren’s good fortune. But then groan
when Caliban is back on his feet almost instantaneously.

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh no…

Warren turns around to see the monster standing. And the monster is ANGRY. He lunges for Warren, who ducks, hits the ropes and comes back with a dropkick
to Caliban’s midsection! The monster staggers only a bit, but enough for Warren to land a kick to junk! That’ll take ANYONE down, and hey, there’s no rules.
Warren grabs hold of Caliban’s head, and goes for the Microwave Burrito Buster! He hits it! But now he has to lift him up… No problem, he’ll just hit
him with another move! He goes to the top rope, and it’s time for the Super Big Gulp! Warren leaps with all the grace of… well there’s no grace really,
he’s almost managed to flip all the way around this time, but winds up landing head first in Caliban’s gut. A shooting star head butt, if you will. Warren
is slow to get up. By the grace of God, his neck isn’t broken, but he’s hurting. Caliban hasn’t moved yet. Warren grabs one of the monster’s arms and tries
to pull him up. No way that’s happening. He goes for a fireman’s carry instead. Not happening. He tries another lift…

And Caliban’s hand is around Warren’s throat. Caliban has a firm hold as he rises to his feet. Warren tries to punch his way out of this, but Caliban, with
his other hand, grabs Warren by the belt and then HEAVES him across the ring! He crashes into the turnbuckles, and lands on the mat in a heap. You can
almost see the annoyance through Caliban’s mask as he strides over to his prone opponent and drags him to his feet. He grabs Warren by the back of the
neck and

HEART OF DARKNESS!!

Warren is slumped in the middle of the ring. Iago is happy, but he and Miranda are quick to point out the only way to win this match. They point at the
table. Caliban understands. He hoists Warren up, and whether he means it or not, pays homage to Mike Awesome as he Awesome bombs Warren out of the ring
ans through the tables. Referee Dale McDonald mercifully calls for the bell, and raises Caliban’s hand.

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of the match, CALIBAN!!

Boos and cheers for the big man as officials check on Warren’s condition. Miranda and Iago lead their charge to the back, leaving many to wonder: What will
he do next?

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JENNY JERSEY: At this time, everyone welcome to the ring Rebel’s newest prospect, Fredrick Eglasias Armand-Romano!

¡ARRRRIBA! Salsa music hits the PA system and the crowd draws their attention to the entranceway where a moderately sized man, about 6′ tall, bursts through
the backstage curtain and begins yelling several unrecognizable Spanish outbursts. His skin is tan, and he is wearing long-black tights, with matching
boots, slicked back dark hair, and most interesting of all, a black bandana tied around his eyes with two eye slits. He pounds his bare chest and slaps
the hands of fans reaching out as he makes his way to the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: Is that Zorro?

The Rebel newcomer slides into the ring, takes Jenny Jersey’s hand and kisses it before taking the microphone from her.

FREDRICK: Ah, gracias senorita. ¡Hola Amigos! As the lovely Jenny Jersey said, I am Fredrick Eglasias Armand-Romano. For some that may be a mouthful, although
I have noticed that in Rebel, there are many of those who can’t keep their mouths shut. Well for those people I, Fredrick Eglasias Armand-Romano, will
be known simply as FEAR. Ah yes, it’s a clever acronym of sorts, but rest assured amigos, there is a grande meaning to my name. Fear is a consuming emotion
that can defeat before you even get the chance to understand just what is happening. Fear outsmarts the smart, it sends chills up the backs of the largest
juggernauts, it is what ends champions!

The crowd is silent, trying to understand the meaning behind the words of this man who calls himself Fear.

FEAR: There are some beasts here in Rebel, there are also skilled technical wrestlers beyond belief in this place. Yet none of them are ready to face Fear.
Now I see it in some of my new amigos faces here in the crowd, that looks that says, “Give me a break senior. You aren’t that big, you probably aren’t
even that good.” Ah, but amigos, I am Fear! Think for a moment, think about a tiny little spider. A single spider alone can drive a person mad without
doing a single thing. Think about snakes! Most of the world are frightened by the creatures inherently. Fear has seen many muchachos even cry because of
a snake in their presence. People are frightend not by these creatures intentions, no, but people understand the respect such small creatures command.
Without even trying, a spider or a snake can twist a man’s mind. That is the kind of respect that those in the back will have. I warn you all right now,
do not underestimate such a small creature, because at times I can be a spider, at times I can be a snake, and at times I can be damn right frightening!
The crowd is still silent, almost in admiration for the man’s passion, although there is a vibe in the air that questions his words.

FEAR: Now I understand, quite well actually, what must be done. Cobras are not feared because they have not taken down a man, poisonous spiders were not
feared until they sank their fangs into human skin, and I, Fear, must do the same in order to gain the same understanding. Si, that is exactly what must
happen. So I, Fredrick Eglasies Armand-Romano, am calling for a match, next week, against Vicious! You have a week to answer amigo, and I suggest you agree
to meet me in the ring… because you really don’t want Fear to come tracking you down. Besides amigo, the only thing you have to fear, is Fear himself!
¡ARRRIBA! The salsa music hits and Fear drops his microphone as he exits the ring, happily slapping the hands of the fans on his way up the entrance way.
ROB MARTINEZ: Well that’s an interesting character if I’ve ever seen one! There you have it, the newest addition to Rebel, Fear, has laid the challenge,
I can’t wait to find out if Vicious accepts!

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JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for ONE FALL. Introducing first…

“When the Lights Go Out” hits the sound system and the crowd starts the booing, as “LDK” LLOYD REES emerges from the back, all by his lonesome – for once.
He sneers at the crowd and spits on the ground before making his way down to the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: Not a very warm reception for Rees, who just last week injured his own long-time tag team partner David Banks up north. I notice that he’s
kept John Salty away from ringside tonight, and with a maniac like Brian Bruno lurking around, I don’t blame him.

JENNY JERSEY: Hailing from the Wabana, Bell Island, Newfoundland; and weighing in at TWO HUNDRED and FORTY SEVEN pounds. Representing the CRIMES… L! D!
K! LLOYYYYYYYD REES!

Rees climbs into the ring, and hits the ropes, glaring out over the crowd and generally making it clear that he considers himself better than everyone.
At least until Powerman 5000 blares over the speakers and the crowd pops, bigtime, as CHRIS “THE SPARX” CORSTENOCA emerges from the curtains!

ROB MARTINEZ: And a huge ovation for the man who took REBEL Heavyweight Champion Rex Caliber to the limit a few weeks ago at the Supershow!

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent. Hailing from Batavia, New York; and weighing in at TWO HUNDRED and FIFTEEN pounds. He is CHRIS! The SPARX! CORSTENOOOOOOOCAAAAAA!
Corstenoca acknowledges the crowd, and glad-hands the fans around the front row, taking his time getting into the ring. LDK looks impatient, but leans in
a corner, glowering. Finally, Corstenoca rolls into the ring, and mugs for the crowd a bit. As Jenny Jersey steps out of the ring – and we love to see
it – referee Dale McDonald takes the opportunity to check both competitors for foreign objects. Corstenoca obliges, starting – focused – at Rees, but Rees
gives the poor zebra a hard time, finally letting him check his boots after almost thirty seconds. Both competitors apparently clean, McDonald calls for
the bell.

Rees and Corstenoca approach each other, and circle a bit, trying a few times for an early lockup. Finally, they tie up in the middle of the ring, each
trying to gain a bit of leverage. LDK manages to get the upper hand, locking up around Sparx’s waist, but Chris breaks free, taking a free arm, and turning
it into an armwringer. Rees winces, but manages to twist out, applying his own armwringer in return. Now Corstenoca reaches out to try and catch a rope,
but Rees pulls him away. Chris winces again, then twists free himself, turning it into a hammerlock on Lloyd Rees. Rees manages catch a rope, and McDonald
breaks the pair up. Rees and Corstenoca tie up again, collar and elbow style, and the Sparx manages to drive his opponent right into a corner, where again
McDonald orders the two to break. Corstenoca with a clean break. The two circle again for a second, and then tie up a third time. This time it’s Rees driving
Sparx into the corner and once again Dale McDonald starts counting for the clean break. Lloyd Rees, surprisingly, with a clean break… and then a solid
kick right to the abdomen! The crowd boos as Rees takes a handful of hair, and pulls Sparx into a front facelock. Corstenoca shakes his head “no” when
McDonald asks him if he submits, and Rees just pounds on his back for the trouble.

ROB MARTINEZ: A great technical display off the top here, though LDK seems to be taking control.

LDK keeps the pressure on the front facelock for about five more seconds, the hefts up Sparx and WABANA BUSTER. The crowd groans and Rees covers! One! Two!
Only two. Rees covers again. One! Only one this time. LDK frowns and pulls up Sparx, then unloads a huge chop into Corstenoca’s chest. The crowd groans
again as Chris reels back, and Rees catches his arm, and pulls him into a headlock. Corstenoca starts trying to get himself out of the headlock, and throws
out an elbow into LDK’s abdomen. LDK is momentarily stunned, and Sparx throws out a second one. Rees staggers, and Corstenoca pulls free of the headlock…
FACE BOMB! Huge pop from the crowd, and a desperate cover by Corstenoca! One! Two! And Rees with a foot on the ropes. Corstenoca, unperturbed, pulls LDK
back up, and unloads a European-style Uppercut. LDK staggers back, and Corstenoca hits the ropes for the Running Calf Kick! Rees goes down again, and Corstenoca
with another cover! One! Two! Still only two. Cortenoca scrambles back to his feet, and hits the ropes again… crowd on it’s feet! SPARX STAR PRESS!

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh Momma no! Right to the knees! Just when Corstenoca was taking control. But “LDK” Lloyd Rees is a very cunning opponent, always thinking
one step ahead.

The fans groan again. Sparx, clutching at his ribs, rolls aside as Rees slowly rises, grim expression on his face, and grabs hold of his opponent by the
head. He pulls up Corstenoca, unloads another chop… Sparx ducks aside! INSIDE CRADLE!

ONE!

TWO!

And LDK manages to kick out!

ROB MARTINEZ: Corstenoca almost had it there! Maybe Rees isn’t the only one thinking on step ahead!

Indeed, Lloyd Rees looks like that put him off his game. His eyes are wide, and he looks a little shaken as he rises to his feet and backpedals to the corner.
Sparx also rises to his feet, chest heaving, and levels his gaze on LDK. He cracks a smirk, and the crowd cheers as he gives Rees a “Bring it.”

ROB MARTINEZ: Chris Corstenoca is making it clear that he can play on Rees’ technical level, and I don’t think that LDK was expecting it.

Rees’ staid facade finally cracks and looks PISSED. The crowd cheers again! LDK spits on the ground, then stalks forward, and the pair lock up again in
the middle of the ring. Rees plants his feet, and tries to drive Sparx back, but Chris Corstenoca manages to somehow get some leverage and drives Rees
down to the ring! Rees tries to get free, but Corstenoca floats over, and cinches up the waist, as LDK scrambles to his feet. Rees manages to break the
hold, freeing himself, then throws an elbow, but Sparx avoids it, locks back up from the front… TAZZPLEX!

ROB MARTINEZ: Also called a Gargoyle Suplex.

Rees lands hard, scrambles to his feet, and then falls right back down to a huge pop. Corstenoca hits the ropes again… SPARX STAR PRESS!

ONE!

TWO!

FOOT ON THE ROPES!

These REBEL fans can’t BELIEVE IT! Neither can Corstenoca, who argues that that must have been three, but McDonald shakes his head, and points. Indeed,
somehow, Lloyd Rees has his foot on the ropes. Corstenoca takes hold of Rees and drives him headfirst into the corner, he starts setting him up on the
top rope, and climbs up after him! It looks like it’s going to be Kronik Krunch time! The REBEL fans are back on their feet, cheering! Sparx locks up…
and LDK with a desperate elbow! Corstenoca looks stunned! Rees with another elbow, then he hooks up… SUPERPLEX! Both men CRASH to the ring, and aside
from some twitching, neither is moving. Dale McDonald starts counting. One! Two! Three! “SPARX! SPARX! SPARX!” Four! Five! Some movement coming from LDK.
Six! Seven! Chris is also starting to move. Eight! Nine! And both men are on their feet again! The crowd cheers! Corstenoca still looks a little woozy.
Lloyd Rees, still looking angry, grabs Sparx by the arm, and whips him to the ropes. Corstenoca rebounds, and Rees ducks for the Back Body Drop, but Corstenoca
just Dropsaults him on the head instead! LDK reels backwards as Sparx scrambles up, surges forward and grabs Rees by the arm… but Rees reverses, takes
Sparx into a Dragon Sleeper… CONCEPTION BAY CHINLOCK! Again the crowd starts chanting “SPARX! SPARX! SPARX!” while Rees shouts “TAP! TAP!” Sparx flails,
and clutches at Rees arm, trying to wriggle lose, but it’s the Conception Bay Chinlock. Corstenoca has nowhere to go… so he ROLLS Rees onto his back!
McDonald checks… it’s a PIN! One! TWO! And Rees releases the hold angrily. He pulls Corstenoca, who’s rubbing his neck, back to his feet, throws out
a chop that releases a cloud of sweat and a groan from the audience, and hooks up for the “NISH” J. DROP… but Sparx rolls through the set-up, landing
on his feet! Rees looks shocked! Corstenoca uses the split-second to hit the ropes again, rushes Rees… who ducks aside! Corstenoca catches himself on
the ropes… and Lloyd Rees with the Schoolboy Rollup!

And a HANDFUL OF TIGHTS BABY!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner… L! D! K! LLOYYYYYYYD REES!

ROB MARTINEZ: You can’t take your eyes off of Lloyd Rees for a second, or he’ll pull a fast one. Dale McDonald didn’t see him pull the tights, and although
Chris Corstenoca can argue it all night… it looks like Lloyd Rees takes this one.

Rees’ angry frown is finally turning upside down, as he rubs in his victory. He doesn’t care how underhanded it was, as far as he’s concerned a win’s a
win. Chris “the Sparx” Corstenoca looks crestfallen as Dale McDonald asserts that he didn’t see anything illegal about the pin.

ROB MARTINEZ: Too bad about the loss, but once again Chris “the Sparx” Corstenoca shows his calibre. He’s a hell of a wrestler, and in his past two appearances
he’s shown that he can fight on the REBEL Champion’s level, and match one our most technical competitors hold-for-hold! If it weren’t for the Crimes

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unable to win a clean match, this kid would have two wins notched on his belt… and he’d be the REBEL Heavyweight Champion.

LDK rolls out of the ring, laughing, taunting Chris Corstenoca, who angrily glares after him… and then suddenly Rees’ face is being driven into the guardrail.
ROB MARTINEZ: What the… BRUNO!

BIG BAD BRIAN BRUNO throws Rees to the ground, laughing madly, and starts raining down punches and kicks! The crowd starts screaming, and booing – mainly
because as bad as LDK is, Bruno is arguably more hated. Rees tries to cover up, but Bruno just continues to brutally assault him. A phalanx of REBEL security
emerges from the back to break them up, with STATIC leading the charge, screwdriver in hand! Bruno dives over the guardrail, cackling, and heads for the
hills, with Static swearing after him, and ring personnel attending to Rees on the floor.

ROB MARTINEZ: I guess Rees was right to keep John Salty away from ringside after all…

Corstenoca walks past the fallen Rees on his way to the back, stopping long enough to smrik down at him. “Maybe I could have given you a hand. If you weren’t
such a bitch. Sparx. Out.” That elicits a cheer, and security forces him to move on. Static is still swearing after the retreating Bruno, waving Screwy
in the air menacingly.

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The crowd is ready for another match, even getting a little restless…

And the crowd goes nuts when Kid Rock kicks up through the sound system for a good ol’ southern boy. Chad Kurtis makes his way out, but he seems in a different
mood. He ignores the outstretched hands of fans and goes right to the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: This match is set for one-fall and is for the REBEL Carolinas Championship! Introducing the challenger, from Paducah Kentucky, he weighs in
at 230 pounds and is known as the Last Action! Hero, The True PTPer, and The Show… Chaaaad Kurrrrrtissss!

Kurtis hits the ropes, looking over the crowd. He seems intense, but also a touch, well, like his music says: Cocky. The southern rock changes to some hip-hop
and the crowd responds with a mixed, but mostly favorable reaction for the big man who comes out in jeans and a tank top… with the REBEL Carolinas strap
over his shoulder.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent from Manhattan New York, he weighs in at 290 pounds and is YOUR Carolinas champion… Murcielagooooo!

ROB MARTINEZ: The champion’s first defense, and oh ho, we’re ready to go! Chad Kurtis isn’t waiting to get in the ring, sliding out to attack the champ
on the outside!

Kurtis doesn’t want to wait any longer to get this one started! He’s throwing some big right hands, and then looks to irish whip the champion back towards
the ring. The big man puts on the breaks, though. Murcielago with a noticeable weight advantage in this contest. Chad tries to whip the man again, still
can’t do it, short-arm clothesline instead — the champ simply absorbs it and levels Kurtis with a lariat of his own! Kurtis using the guard rail to pull
himself up, only to get dumped over by Murcielago, who follows him over. A few hard shots to Kurtis keep him down, and now Murcielago grabs the nearest
steel chair. That fan will have to stand for the rest of the show, but what a thrill! Murcielago with a big chair shot right across The Show’s forehead
takes him down. The champion raises the chair high, garnering a rowdy reaction from these violence-loving fans.

ROB MARTINEZ: The champion went through five other men in a TLC match to become Carolinas Champ! One of those men was Chad Kurtis’ brother Matthew, and
oh my goodness, The Show is busted wide open from Murcielago’s chair shot! Well, this IS Rebel Pro Wrestling!

Murcielago grabs Chad by the back of the tights and unceremoniously dumps him back over the guardrail into the aisle. Chad, ever the fighter, is getting
to his feet. He’s trying to walk off what’s gotta be a splitting headache, reaching up to feel the red stuff flowing from his forehead. Murcielago is coming
up from behind, Chad turns around — too late to dodge the big boot. Kurtis gets it right in the mush, and Murcielago finally rolls the man into the ring,
for the first time in the match. He covers and gets a two-count, but Kurtis still has plenty of gas in the tank.

Murcielago grabs a headlock on Chad Kurtis, using his power to squeeze The Show’s head like a grape. Kurtis fires a shot, but Murcielago returns fire with
a big forearm across the back. A few shots see Kurtis end up in the corner, and Murcielago throws a few soupbones before whipping Kurtis WITH AUTHORITY
across the ring! Big charge by the champ, Kurtis however slingshots over the top of him! Murcielago hits the turnbuckle full-speed, sternum first, and
turns around

RIGHT INTO THE SUPERKICK!

Murcielago falls to the canvas, the entire arena heard the impact of The Show’s boot into Murci’s chin. And The Show, not one to let an opportunity slip
by, quickly leaps up for a split-legged moonsault! He got all of it, the cover one, two, big kick-out by Murcielago sends Kurtis out of the ring over the
bottom rope!

ROB MARTINEZ: Chad Kurtis finally getting some offense going, it’s been all Murcielago to this point. But even still, the champion had enough strength to
send Kurtis to the floor with that kick-out!

Murcielago rolls outside him, shaking the cobwebs loose. He comes in towards The Show with a big double ax-handle blow — drop toe hold by The Show! Murcielago’s
face clangs off the steel ring steps. And now it’s The Show’s turn to grab a steel chair, only he shoves the timekeeper off his chair for that. Kurtis
with the chair, big shot right to the back of Murcielago. The champion doesn’t go down, though. He turns around with a pissed off expression on his face

So Chad throws the chair to him. Murcielago catches it… and then eats a dropkick to the chair to the face. A Van Daminator by any other name. Murcielago
slumps back against the ring apron. The Show slides back in, what’s this? He’s got the chair again… Kurtis getting some speed, he runs at his opponent
and surfboards the chair into the back of Murcielago’s head! It’s Rob Van Damn appreciation night here in REBEL Pro, but The Show has gotten things under
control now. He drops the chair into the middle of the ring and looks out at Murcielago… and once again, he hits the ropes! Kurtis flies over the top
rope with a suicidal plancha and hits guardail! Murcielago moved at the last second, and now both men are down on the concrete!

ROB MARTINEZ: This match is not falls count anywhere, but there are no count-outs or disqualification in REBEL! These two men have to get up and continue
the match, and for Carolinas gold, you have to wonder how much more they’ll put their bodies through for it!

Each man slow to get up, Chad using the guardrail, Murcielago the ring apron. The champion rolls in as Chad Kurtis is still gathering himself. Kurtis slides
into the ring and rushes the dazed Murcielago — SPINEBUSTER! ON THE STEEL CHAIR IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING! Pure instinct by the champion, he covers,
one, two, thkickout! Kurtis somehow able to get out of that one. Murcielago sits up and grabs The Show by the hair, pulling him up and shooting him to
the ropes… catching him with a sideslam! Another cover, Kurtis again kicks out. Murcielago gets up, but this time waits, letting Kurtis pick himself
up. Chad does, holding his back… Murcielago from behind with a German Suplex — Chad Kurtis lands on his feet! Kurtis boots the champion in the gut,
CK FINALE ~~~~!

NO! Murcielago with a powerhouse backdrop on Kurtis to counter! Kurtis gets back up, and this time HE eats a boot to the gut! POWERBOMB — Now it’s Kurtis’
turn to counter, flying forward off the man’s shoulders and getting a modified sunset flip! ONE! TWO! TH— the champion gets out, both men to their feet
LARIAT takes Kurtis’ head off! ONE! TWO! NO! Murcielago can’t believe it, but he says “THAT’S IT!” He hooks a front face-lock, looking for the Drop Top
— low blow by Chad Kurtis.

ROB MARTINEZ: We saw this last week in Alberta, Chad Kurtis is willing to do anything to win. And it is no DQ! What’s this, another CK Finale attempt? Can
he even hit it on the champion?

DESTROY!

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh my Goodness! It wasn’t pretty, it took a huge effort for Chad Kurtis… but he somehow hit the CK Finale on the 290 pound Murcielago! He
makes the cover! ONE! TWO! THREE! We’ve got a new champion!

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of the match, and new Carolinas Champion… “The Show” Chad Kurtis!

ROB MARTINEZ: What a great match-up, can you believe Chad Kurtis hit the CK Finale on the … well, former champion! Murcielago brought his a-game but it
wasn’t enough to retain the title on this night.

Kurtis is handed the Carolinas belt, and he hits the corner and holds it up high, pointing at it, shouting “I am The Show, dammit!” Murcielago is recovering
from the effects of the flipping piledriver —

When DIO MUERTE suddenly hits the ring with his bat! He smashes Kurtis across the back with it, and then… back suplexes Kurtis off the second turnbuckle!
Murcielago is getting up, Dio Muerte flies at him and whacks him across the top of the head with the bat. The crowd is going crazy as Dio Muerte talks
trash on both men, pointing at the Carolinas title belt with his bat…

And he never sees “LDK” LLOYD REES coming up from behind! Rees swoops in behind Dio Muerte and delivers his patented “DDT From The Green” on Dio. The NAPW’s
Provincial Champion then picks up the Carolinas Title belt…

And leaves the ring with it!

ROB MARTINEZ: Where’s Lloyd Rees going with the belt? Those lousy Crimes… Chad Kurtis is the champion, but will he even get to hold the belt? Dio Muerte
wants a piece of the title action as well, Murcielago will no doubt want a rematch… the Carolinas Title picture has just loaded right up!

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JENNY JERSEY: The following contest is set for one fall to a finish… AND IS FOR THE REBEL PRO TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP!

Referee Jimmy Johnson stands in the ring, as we hear “The Devil In The Kitchen” by Ashley MacIssac. Out walks the Celtic Assassin? Bobby O’Brady walks out,
but there’s no Al Thoes. Bobby looks at the curtains, shakes his head, takes in a deep breath and walks toward the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: All my pre match notes that I usually read right now is thrown away, because things are changing by the minute here in REBEL. Al Thoes isn’t
with his partner. He isn’t out here at all. I have no information on this. Referee Jimmy Johnson is questioning Bobby on whether he wants to wrestle or
not.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, they weigh in at a combined five hundred sixty five pounds… “The Irish Adonis” Bobby O’Brady… “The Scot-

Her microphone is taken away by an angry Bobby O’Brady.

BOBBY: I don’t know where in the bloody hell my partner is, but I will not go slowly into the night. The Foundation came to defend their belts, and I’m
gonna take them… BY MYSELF IF NEED BE!

We hear a piece of the Crimes theme song start in… WE’RE CRIMES! CRIMES!! CRIMES!!! Then AkForty’s “New Foundation” starts up in an interesting hybrid
of the two songs. The champs are with Mister B. The crowd loathes this team, more so than ever before.

ROB MARTINEZ: Crimes? The Crimes wasn’t powerful enough? They had the Number one contender for the NAPW title, the NAPW Provincial champion, the REBEL Heavyweight
Champion, who also owns NAPW, and now.. the REBEL Tag champs. Not only is that bad enough, but now they only have to face ONE Celtic Assassin, unless Al
Thoes shows up. One thing noticed already is the blood stained mask of Prince Darko. That guy is one sadistic bastard! These guys are despicable, but what
can you do? They hold the trump cards in two promotions.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing their opponents: they are accompanied by Mister B! They weigh in at a combined four-hundred seventy two pounds…The current reigning
REBEL Tag Team Champions, they represent the New Crimes, Thomas Young… Prince Darko… THE FOUNDATION!

The bell sounds and Thomas Young starts the match for his team. Bobby O’Brady has very little choice over doing the same. Thomas is jawing with him, and
Bobby doesn’t seemed to be phased. Darko has snuck around to Bobby’s side of the ring and grabbed a chair. He gets on the ring apron. He yells at Bobby.
Bobby turns around as Thomas charges behind him. Darko lets the chair fly, Bobby ducks.. AND THOMAS EATS THE CHAIR! Quick pin fall attempt. One…Two…Two
and two thirds, and a shoulder pops up.

ROB MARTINEZ: No sympathy from the most violent tag team in wrestling. They are going to try and kill Bobby O’Brady tonight.

Darko is in the ring. Bobby gets up at the same time, and Darko attempts a running DDT, but is held on to, for a Northern Lights Suplex. Darko rolls out
the ring. Thomas is already busted slightly, and Bobby stomps his head. He gets Thomas in a front face lock, and begins a vicious series of knees to the
head of Young. The cut widens, and the blood is flowing good in the tag title match.

ROB MARTINEZ: Bobby O’Brady is trying to even up this match by weakening Thomas Young. That’s a nasty cut, and finally a little bit of Irish Luck has emerged
Thomas is picked up, and is body slammed. The cover, One… Two… Darko in for the save. He has a night stick and nails Bobby in the head. Bobby is stunned
as Darko pulls his hurt partner to their corner. The tag is made, and Darko gets back in the ring. Darko goes for the Zamunda Clutch, but Bobby fights
him off. Bobby snap mares Darko over. He applies the Head Vice, and Darko is screaming badly.

ROB MARTINEZ: Darko is getting dominated with very strong Irish Adonis. This match is looking one sided, and to the surprise of many, it’s The Foundation
getting dominated.

Darko is in a bad way. Bobby cranks on it some, and Mr. B gets on the ring apron yelling at him. Bobby releases the hold and goes toward him, Mr. B throws
something to Darko. Bobby nails Mr. B with a right hand. Darko is behind Bobby. O’Brady turns around, and Darko stabs at him with a screwdriver! But Bobby
caught his wrist, and damn near snaps it off. Darko drops it and punches him in the head with the other hand.

ROB MARTINEZ: STABBY? Static’s trusty screwdriver has made it’s way into the match. The Crimes influence didn’t take long.

Bobby doesn’t let go, and uses it to get him in the position for a pump handle slam, or maybe the Tam O’Shanterslam! But it’s broken up by Thomas Young,
who is wearing a thick crimson mask. Bobby doesn’t waste two seconds before kicking Thomas in the stomach and power bombing him. Darko has the screw driver
in hand, and stabs Bobby in the back of the head. He didn’t get it good though, as Bobby turns around and nails a hellacious clothesline.

ROB MARTINEZ: This is insane, but Bobby O’Brady is holding his own against the tag champions.

He covers and only gets a two count. Darko rolls out the ring. Thomas Young is up and drop kicks Bobby from behind. Young sets him up, YOUNG CUTTER CONNECTS!
The cover… doesn’t count. Young is the illegal man. Darko has some goodies in a grocery bag found under the ring. A pizza cutter? Darko throws it to
Young, who doesn’t have a chance to use it. Bobby O’Brady has him up for the Torture Rack. Darko enters the ring, and nut shot from behind. Bobby is floored.
Darko has a small hand shovel. It’s not a garden party, but he is digging away at the forehead of Bobby O’Brady. Blood is pumping through the open wound,
and Thomas interjects himself with some right hands to Bobby’s head.

ROB MARTINEZ: Strength in numbers is a key to this fight. This isn’t a wrestling match, but a violent street fight. A shovel? A screwdriver? These guys
need to be sponsored by the Home Depot.

Bobby is being set up for Total Chaos, and THEY NAIL IT! The cover and One… Two… A shoulder up? A SHOULDER UP! The match continues as The Foundation
look frustrated. They shake their heads and pick up the bloody Bobby O’Brady. Bobby tries to fight back, but then is gang style assaulted with boots and
fists. Darko tries to lock on a Full Nelson, and Thomas comes off the ropes with a big boot! It’s GAME OVER! WAIT, DARKO EATS THE BIG BOOT AND IS KNOCKED
THROUGH THE ROPES! Somehow Bobby got loose. Thomas Young doesn’t know what to do. Bobby O’Brady grabs Thomas Young and suplexes him. Then DOUBLE STOMP!
ROB MARTINEZ: Thomas Young isn’t the legal man, so no pinfall here. What’s the crowd reacting too?

Through the crowd we see someone. IT’S STATIC AND THE FULL BENEFITS OF THE CRIMES STARTS UP! Darko in the ring with a chair. Bobby tries to take it from
him, as Static slips in the ring. Bobby steals it and gets tapped on the shoulder. He turns around and VANDAMINATOR TO THE FACE! Bobby O’Brady is out.
Static to the top ropes…MOMENT OF CLARITY! Darko with the cover.

ONE…

TWO…

THRE…

ROB MARTINEZ: FOOT ON THE ROPES! The crowd goes crazy and is cheering the Celtic Assassin, the singular form of the tag team. I can’t believe Al Thoes isn’t
here.

Static can’t believe it. Darko can’t believe it. Thomas Young is trying to get up. Mr. B gets in the ring, and they are committing a street mugging on Bobby
O’Brady. This is insane. This is a four on one handicap match for the REBEL tag titles, because Al Thoes decided to no show the event. Static looks on
from the outside and yells some instructions. Thomas Young gets the two hundred and seventy five pounder up for a powerbomb with the help of Mr. B. They
hold up there as Darko comes off the ropes with a neckbreaker as they drop him.

ROB MARTINEZ: What the hell do you call that? The Jail Sentence?

The cover by Darko and ONE… TWO… THREE IT’S OVER!

JENNY JERSEY: The winners and STILL THE REBEL TAG CHAMPIONS, THE FOUNDATION!

ROB MARTINEZ: You have to give major props to Bobby O’Brady, but The Foundation, with some Crimes influence.

But it doesn’t end there. Static gets in the ring, to help lead an all out assault on the brave Bobby O’Brady. They get the steel chair under his head,
while he lays on his stomach. IT’S GOOD NIGHT ON BOBBY O’BRADY. The blood pools on the chair, as Darko stomped his head with that move. Now they are just
laying in the boots. Static is leaving, after retrieving his screwdriver. Mr. B is grabbing the tag team belts. Darko lays in some more punches and then
applies the Zamunda Clutch.

ROB MARTINEZ: This is SICK! Dammit, someone needs to get out here. Security, anyone.. they are trying to end the career of Bobby O’Brady.

Wait, we have company. Al Thoes, steel chair in hand, sprints to the ring in street clothes. The Foundation bail, wanting no part of fresh, chair swinging,
“Scottish Wrecking Machine.”

ROB MARTINEZ: Al Thoes? After a mugging on his partner, he FINALLY SHOWS! What the hell is that about? Al Thoes owes his partner big time.

The champs exit the ringside area, belts intact. Bobby O’Brady fought valiantly, but couldn’t overcome strength in numbers. Al is checking on Bobby, who
is bleeding badly. EMT’s enter the ring.

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JENNY JERSEY: This next match is your main event of the evening and it is for the REBEL Heavyweight Championship!

“I Am The Man” by Philosopher Kings hits the speakers and the crowd reaction is decidedly mixed.

JENNY JERSEY: Coming to the ring first, accompanied by his legal counsel Ryan Kingston, He hails from Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan and weighed in tonight at
257 pounds…Stylin’ Kyle Roberts!!!

Roberts and Kingston make their way to the ring with a smug look plastered on their faces. They climb into the ring and Roberts leans against the ring ropes.
JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent….

Before she can continue, Kingston snatches the microphone out of her hand and the mixed reaction turns to a straight up boo-fest.

RYAN KINGSTON: Ladies and gentlemen as you know I represent the current number one contender to the REBEL Heavyweight Championship, Stylin’ Kyle Roberts!
For too long we’ve sat back and watched as Rex Caliber has made a mockery of this prestigious championship. With his little entourage he’s managed to hold
onto that title for far to long.

The “boring” chants have started from the crowd. Not that the lawyer seems to notice. Or care.

RYAN KINGSTON: But no more! This very morning I met with the legal representatives of REBEL Pro Wrestling and we both agreed that tonight…Rex Caliber
will not be allowed to have members from his fan club nor will he be allowed to have his manager Static at ringside with him! Tonight Rex Caliber will
defend the REBEL heavyweight Title…On his own! Furthermore if anyone from the Crimes attempts to help out Mr. Caliber…He will forfeit the championship
to Stylin’ Kyle Roberts!!!

The “boring” chants stop immediately and suddenly the fans love Ryan Kingston.

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh Momma! Rex won’t be happy with hearing that!

Kingston hands the mic back to a befuddled Jenny Jersey and high fives his client Stylin’ Kyle.

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

“Here Comes The Champ” by Jadakiss blasts through the speakers and Rex Caliber and Static emerge from the back to a huge chorus of boos. Caliber and Static
exchange a look and the manager of the crimes turns and heads back through the curtain. Caliber unsnaps the title belt from around his waist and drapes
it over his shoulder as he heads for the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: This match has a lot of history behind it. Back in the day Rex Caliber and Static traded the NAPW Tag Titles with The New & Improved DX, a
team that Stylin’ Kyle was a member of. Then back on our very first show back in April, Caliber beat Roberts to advance in a tournament that eventually
saw him crowned the REBEL Heavyweight Champion.

Caliber is in the ring and hands over his championship belt to the referee who in turns displays it for the crowd. Caliber and Kyle Roberts never take their
eyes off of each other as the referee passes the title belt off to Jenny Jersey and calls for the bell. The two men slowly circle each other as the fans
are split between Kyle Roberts and Caliber. The tie up in the center of the ring, side head lock by Roberts, Caliber backs him into the ropes and shoots
him off. A shoulder block from Caliber drops Roberts to the mat. Caliber goes for a quick cover but gets only a count of one. Both men are back to their
feet and Roberts again slaps on a side headlock on the champ. A pair of forearm shots to the ribs causes a break but Roberts grabs the head of Caliber
and snapmares him to the mat. Roberts locks in a rear chinlock and Caliber fights to get out of it. Caliber manages to get to his feet and the rear chinlock
is switched to another side headlock from the challenger. Caliber hooks Roberts and takes him up and over with a belly to back suplex that breaks the hold!
Rex quickly pulls Roberts off of the mat and tries for an Irish whip into the ropes. It’s reversed and Stylin’ Kyle hits a picture perfect dropkick to
the face of the champ! Caliber rolls out of the ring as Roberts stands his ground.

ROB MARTINEZ: Caliber is buying some time, trying to bait Kyle to come to the outside but it looks like he’s not going to bite.

Indeed he’s not. Roberts stands in the ring watching as Caliber slowly slides back in under the bottom rope. Again the duo tie up and Roberts takes Caliber
to the mat with an armdrag. Caliber is back quickly to his feet and takes a chop across the chest that gets a respectable “Woooooooooo” from the crowd.
Another chop has Caliber back peddling. Before Roberts can go for a trifecta he takes a knee to the mid section from Caliber that stops him cold. Caliber
hoists up Roberts and plants him with an inverted atomic drop and quickly follows it up with a running Mafia kick off the ropes that puts Kyle down onto
the mat. Again Caliber comes off the ropes and drops a knee across the skull of the Stylin’ one. Roberts rolls into a corner to try to get his bearings
only to have Rex place the sole of his wrestling boot square in his face. Caliber starts to face wash Roberts whose now trapped in the corner! Caliber
hits the far ropes and nails Roberts with a running boot to the face! Rex drags Kyle out of the corner and goes for a cover only to have Roberts kick out
at one. Rex pulls Kyle to his feet, hooks him and folds him up with a arm and head T Bone suplex. Instead of going for a pin, Rex rolls to the outside
in search of plunder.

ROB MARTINEZ: If Roberts can recover and keep this a technical encounter we’ll have a new champion, however once Caliber is on a roll he’s almost impossible
to stop.

On the outside Rex has pulled out a table from under the ring to a monstrous pop from the crowd. He slides the table into the ring and follows in after
it. Rex turns his back to Kyle and reaches down to prop up the table. Roberts must have been playing possum as he’s quickly to his feet and rushes Caliber!
Polar-Izer onto the table! Rex rolls onto his back holding his face as Kyle goes to the turnbuckle. Roberts takes to the air and nails a top rope elbow
drop onto Calibers chest! Another cover gets a two count from the referee but Kyle is looking confident as he pulls Rex back to his feet. A snap suplex
onto the table! Rex is now clutching at his back as Kyle reaches down and pulls the folded up table out from under the champ. Roberts takes the table and
props it up just as Caliber struggles up to his feet. Kyle grabs Rex, slams his head onto the table and rolls him on top of the wobbly structure. The crowd
comes to their feet as they watch Roberts again scale to the tope rope. Rex however spots his foe and rolls off of the table and out of the ring bringing
a thunderstorm of boos from the crowd. Kyle doesn’t seem bothered however as he takes flight anyway and hits Caliber on the floor with a double ax handle
to the back of the neck!

ROB MARTINEZ: Both of these men are unleashing all kinds of Hell on each other. You have to wonder though, what toll will this match take on these men?
On the outside Roberts whips Caliber back first into the ring barricade. Kyle pulls the champ off of the barricade and hoists him up ramming him back first
into the ringpost! Kingston is yelling something to Roberts and the #1 contender quickly pulls Caliber off of the floor and rolls him into the ring. Kyle
climbs in after the champ, shoves the table off to the side and pulls Caliber to his feet. A delayed vertical suplex from Roberts rattles the champ! Without
missing a beat Kyle is back up and comes off the ropes with a second rope moonsault! A cover and another kick out at two! Kyle is starting to look frustrated
now as he pulls Caliber to his feet only to send him sailing across the ring with an Irish Whip. Caliber hits the far corner hard and Roberts charges in
behind him only to get a face full of boot! Caliber explodes out of the corner and plants Roberts with a running STO! The champ can’t make any cover though
as he continues to favor his back. Roberts gets to his feet first and helps Caliber to a vertical base. A chop from Roberts sends sweat flying off the
chest of Caliber. A forearm shot to the head from the champ! Another chop from Kyle! Another forearm shot! A poke to the eyes from Roberts stops Caliber
dead in his tracks! A boot to the gut doubles over the champ and it’s followed up by a swinging neckbreaker! A cover and another two count!

ROB MARTINEZ: Caliber can’t seem to get on track yet and it’s costing him! Roberts is clubbing him like a baby seal!

Rex has rolled to the outside and Roberts is hot on his heels. Kyle tries to grab Caliber but takes a back elbow into the gut. A stiff forearm shot snaps
Kyles head back and Rex scoops up Roberts and slams him on the hard Arena floor! Caliber slumps against the ring apron holding his back as Roberts is still
laying on the floor gritting his teeth in pain. Caliber pulls back the ring skirt and finds himself a metal folding chair! Roberts is getting to his feet
when he takes a wicked chair shot across the back! Another brutal chair shot to the head drops Roberts back to the floor! Rex tosses away the now dented
chair and pulls Roberts off of the floor and rolls him back into the ring. The camera shows us that Roberts has been busted wide open with that last chair
shot and blood is steaming down his face. Rex is back in the ring and takes the table and actually tosses it out of the ring and down to the floor! Roberts
is getting to his feet and takes another running Mafia kick to the head that puts him down. Rex rolls to the outside, picks up the table and positions
it so that one end is resting on a guard rail while the other is resting on the ring apron. Caliber rolls into the ring and pulls Roberts up to his feet.
Rex hooks him and delivers a overhead belly to belly suplex that sends Roberts over the top rope and crashing through the table! A loud and drunken “Holy
Shit!” chant vibrates the REBEL Arena!

ROB MARTINEZ: Holy shit indeed! Rex might have been struggling earlier but he’s in full control now, in fact I think he just killed Kyle Roberts!

On the outside Kingston is checking on the welfare of his client but beats a hasty retreat when Caliber rolls to the outside. Rex knocks away a piece of
shattered table and starts to pound away at the open wound on Roberts head! After half a dozen stiff right hands to the head, Roberts is a bloody mess,
not that Caliber gives a damn. “The One Man Crime Spree” pulls Roberts out of the wreckage and rolls him into the ring. In the ring Caliber pulls Roberts
into position for his Planetary Collision but Kyle grabs the legs of the champ and takes him off of his feet! The fans are going crazy as Kyle Roberts
is trying to get Caliber into position for his Bear – Tamer! It’s locked it and a bloody Roberts pulls back with all his might! Rex raises a hand as if
he’s going to tap and the crowd holds it’s breath in anticipation. Instead Caliber suddenly reaches out and grabs the head of the referee and slams it
hard against the mat!

ROB MARTINEZ: What the hell?

Kyle hasn’t seen what just transpired and continues to ratchet up the pressure. Caliber taps out! Rex Caliber is tapping out! The fans are going ape shit
but…There’s no referee! Kyle lets go of the hold and drops an elbow across the back of Caliber. Kingston is yelling something to security and one of
them rushes to the back. Back in the ring Kyle pulls Rex to his feet and positions him for Calibers own Planetary Collision! Caliber reveres the move and
back drops Roberts onto both the mat and the downed referee. Roberts shoves the referee out of the ring and pays for it as Caliber drives a knee into the
back of Kyles head. Caliber pulls Roberts to his feet and locks him in a full nelson. A full nelson that’s quickly turned into a dragon suplex! Caliber
rolls out of the ring as Roberts lays crumpled up where he was planted. Rex staggers over to the time keeper and takes the REBEL Heavyweight Title from
the man. Inside the ring Roberts is slowly getting to his feet when Caliber climbs inside and measures him. Roberts is up and Rex rushes at him with the
title belt but Kyle ducks under and again pulls the legs out from under the champ! Bear – Tamer! The crowd is on the edge of their seats already when they
see it! Rex is tapping out again! A huge pop goes up as another referee finally rushes out from the back and slides into the ring! As soon as Rex spots
the new referee he stops his frantic tapping out and shakes his head “NO” when asked if he wants to give it up.

ROB MARTINEZ: Stylin’ Kyle had Caliber beaten! Twice! We should have a new champion right now but we had no referees! But how much longer can Rex hold on?
Rex starts to crawl his way towards the near rope as Kyle yells for him to tap out. Rex reaches out…And his hand grabs the bottom rope! The referee has
to pry Kyle off of Caliber as the fans are soundly behind their new hero. Caliber rolls out of the ring and simply falls to the floor. Roberts rolls out
as well and tries to pull a battered Rex Caliber to his feet. Rex hits a low blow and Roberts drops to all fours. Caliber grabs a handful of hair and starts
to punch away at the bloody cut on the head of Roberts. Kyle breaks free and Rex uses the ring apron to pull himself up to his feet. Roberts is also up
and catches an advancing Caliber on the way in with a sharp chop across his already beet red chest. A European uppercut snaps Calibers head back and the
champ is rolled back into the ring. Roberts takes a moment to wipe blood out of his eyes before climbing into the ring after Rex and it costs him. Caliber
drops a leg across the back of Kyles neck and rolls him over for a pin. Roberts kicks out at two and Rex looks both exhausted and pissed off at the same
time.

ROB MARTINEZ: What’s it going to take to keep either of these men down for the three count? This has been an all out war.

Rex drags Roberts to his feet and positions him for his finisher once again. This time there’s no last minute save as Caliber nails his Planetary Collision!
Caliber rolls him over for the cover, One! Two! Thr…Roberts kicks out! The fans explode as Rex looks beyond shocked. Caliber rolls back out of the ring,
looking as if he has gotten his second wind and hurls the time keeper from his chair. Caliber takes the chair folds it up and quickly makes his way back
to the ring apron where he starts to climb his way to the top turnbuckle! Roberts spots Rex trying to get to the top and he pulls himself up to his feet.
With a swipe of the hand, he knocks Calibers legs out from under him and the champ drops down crotching himself on the top rope! Roberts pulls the chair
from Calibers hand and smacks him across the head with it! Kyle tosses the chair away and starts to climb up to meet the champ. At the top Kyle tries to
hook Rex for a superplex but the resilient champ stops him with a series of headbutts! Rex grabs Kyle and starts to pull him up for…What the Hell is
he doing? Incredibly Rex muscles up Kyle into position and hits his Total Annihilation – muscle buster off of the top rope!

ROB MARTINEZ: Holy Shit!

Rex slumps over a bloody and unmoving Stylin’ Kyle Roberts as the referee counts, One! Two! Three! The crowd is emotionally drained and we see Static running
out from the back.

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

Static pulls Rex out of the ring and helps him make his way to the back. Inside the ring Roberts is being looked at by both the referee and Ryan Kingston.
After a few moments they help him up and the crowd gives Roberts a standing ovation for a great performance.

ROB MARTINEZ: What a title defense we saw here tonight! Stylin’ Kyle Roberts just showed us that he can beat Rex Caliber on his own! Rex got lucky tonight
but I have a feeling he’s running on borrowed time. Next week it’s “There Goes The Neighborhood” and we’ll be seeing Rex Caliber defend his title against
the ECFW World Champion Lonewolf!

We fade out on a bloody Stylin’ Kyle Roberts leaning against the ring ropes taking in his standing ovation from the crowd. We even see something that surprises
us. Kyle is smiling.

NAPW/REBEL Supershow I – 05/15/2007

NAPW/REBEL SUPERSHOW I
05/15/2007
The Polish Hall is nearly full, and buzzing. It’s been several long weeks since an NAPW event here. Tonight, however, is not just an NAPW event. Two feds
bring their best to Edmonton. NAPW and REBEL Pro Wrestling, sister feds from Edmonton, AB and Raleigh, NC cross-promoting a huge event. Both promotion’s
titles will be on the line. Two different styles of wrestling, the no holds barred environment of REBEL Pro Wrestling and the stiff, pure wrestling style
of NAPW. Either way the crowd is hot hot hot as it is—

WE’RE SCRAPPPED VALENTINES, WE’RE TANGERINE RINDS. WE’RE CRIMESCRIMESCRIMESCRIMESCRIMES!

And then the place goes ballistic as the most hated group of men to ever unite enter the Polish Hall. Static is pushing out John Salty. Rex comes out next
wearing his REBEL Belt. The boos are deafening… as the NAPW Tag Champs walk in. Rees is wearing his Provincial belt around his waist. Banks is looking
fiery jawing with the fans. They are in the aisleway, so that they don’t leave John by himself on the outside. Static takes the mic.

STATIC: This is the welcome I get? I’m a damn legend here, and you people need to damn well respect me. You make me glad that I never have to perform in
this piss poor town again. I left this place and it went all to hell until Rex bought it. Then it become good again. With the Crimes taking charge.. this
place will be great. Lloyd Rees is one of the most talented wrestlers ever! Rex Caliber is the toughest bastard I’ve ever faced. David Banks is more athletically
gifted than Steve Nash, Lebron James and Kobe Bryant COMBINED! This group with the devious minds of me and John… it’s criminal.

Static hands the microphone to REBEL Pro Heavyweight Champion… and NAPW Owner, Rex Caliber. REX: EDMONTON! HOW THE HELL ARE YOU? Now you can save the
boos for Ravager, and save your breath for someone he gives a (BLEEP). Rex Caliber is here to defend his belt, and make a lot of money. Why are you booing
me? I saved this damn place from folding! Now tonight, well, The Crimes are going to sweep the night, and party until the sun comes up. Sparx? The man
is fooled and going to get battered bad. Rees is pimp slapping Stoney… and Banks is going to make three little bitches tap the (BLEEP) out. The Crimes
are running strong, and by God… we are down right…. BEASTLY!

Like a hot potato, the microphone gets handed to “Wrestling’s Smartest Man” John Salty.

JOHN SALTY: Ya see folks, weather ya want t’admit it or not, dis is da begin’n of a new era fer both da NAPW and REBEL Pro alike. Sure, plenty of people
have said d’hat befer but, dis is da real deal. Da New Crimes are ready t’begin d’ere reign or terror and what a better place and time d’hen da first ever
NAPW/REBEL Pro in Edmonton, Alberta where every member of dis super group has may history time and time again.

NAPW Tag Champion, David Banks, is next in line.

DAVID BANKS: Let me tell everyone that I am glad to be part of this elite group of wrestling greats and before all you ungrateful fans know it, I will be
recognized right along side of them. I have already got my hands on my first NAPW title and once I destroy Roberts, Warren, and Cataclysm I will gladly
take it upon myself to destroy Murcielago and take the REBEL Pro Carolinas Championship as property of Da New Crimes!!

The crowd boos even louder as Banks hands off to NAPW Provinical and the other half of Tag Team Champions, “‘LDK” Lloyd Rees.

“LDK” LLOYD REES: SHUT YERS MOUTHS!!

Even more boos.

“LDK” LLOYD REES: Don’t ye Larrys’ understand d’hat ye are get’n da chance t’look upon greatness right now!! A scene d’hat ya may never be lucky enough
t’see again in yer pathedic live and all ye ungrateful slobs can manage t’do is boo!! Well let me tell ya dis Larrys’; when yer stand’n in da unemployment
line tomorrow wait’n t’get yer checks and day dream’n about be’n as great as any member of Da New Crimes just remeber, d’ere ain’t a f**k’n chance in hell!!
So relish in dis even’n and enjoy watch’n da most dominant group of men ever formed…DOMINATE!!

All members of The New Crimes come together.

REX CALIBER: So in case you didn’t figure it out… we are the elite! We are the…

ALL: CRIMES! CRIMES!! CRIMES!!!

The group exits through the curtain, showered in boos and possibly some flying cups and assorted liquids. The Edmonton fans know all about Rex Caliber’s
actions in REBEL Pro Wrestling…

Can you blame them for feeling betrayed?

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JACK JONES: And that Rob is why you never… ever… under any circumstances park in my space!

ROB MARTINEZ: Did you really kidnap a woman’s cat?

BILL HEWSON: Not only that.. he put the picture of it, tied up, on his Christmas cards. It is May 15th, Edmonton Alberta from The Polish Hall and it is
the first-ever NAPW/REBEL Pro supershow! I’m Bill Hewson along with Jack “Attack” Jones and joining us for the evening is the Voice of REBEL, Rob Martinez!
Let’s go to the first match…

JENNY JERSEY: The following match is one fall to a finish and is under REBEL rules. It is the Hair versus Mask match, AND IS FOR THE REBEL TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP!
Jimmy Johnson is standing in the ring. Then it’s Gangstarr baby! “Battle” begins playing as Dio Muerte and Jeff James, enter the Polish Hall to an eruption
of cheers. Jeff looks to the left, then looks to the right. He feels the electricity in the air. Dio lightly taps his palm with his bat, and they walk
toward the ring. Referee They enter the ring, as the lovely Jenny Jersey introduces them.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing the challengers. They weigh in at a combined four hundred thirty three pounds. This is the team of DIO MUERTE, AND THE RETURNING…
JEFF JAMES!

“The New Foundation” by AkForty takes over the Polish Hall air waves. We look to the curtain and out walks Mr. B, then Thomas Young. He has his half of
the Tag belts around his waist. He has a mic in his hand.

THOMAS YOUNG: Now… cut our music. Boys… I feel kind of embarrassed but Darko hasn’t made it yet. He is running a tad late.

ROB MARTINEZ: I saw him backstage before the show? What the hell is this?

Dio and Jeff look straight up the aisle way. They shake their heads.

THOMAS YOUNG: I just need a few minutes.. and I PROMISE HE WILL BE HERE!

JACK JONES: Can these people be any more disrespectful! I’m concerned for the Prince.

BILL HEWSON: See what I put up with!

The crowd boos, and starts a BULLSHIT chant. Thomas looks at them and flips them off. Then a buzz goes through the crowd.

THOMAS YOUNG: Let me go back and check.

As he says that, Prince Darko jumps the railing after setting a trash can full of weapons down near ringside. He picks it up and throws it in the ring,
hitting Dio in the back. Dio is on one knee and in runs Thomas Young. Jeff James meets him, and Darko gets in the ring, taking advantage of Dio. The bell
sounds! This match is underway.

BILL HEWSON: A total set up by the sneaky Foundation. If it’s underhanded…they have done it!

Jeff James lays some fists all over Thomas. The brothers are exchanging blow after blow. Darko tries a suplex but is blocked. Dio gets Darko up for a BRAINBUSTER!
Jeff picks up a golf club that came from Darko’s metal trash can. He swings at Thomas who grabs the club. Jeff uses it to pull Young closer in and MASSIVE
CLOTHESLINE. Young to the outside. Jeff James on the top rope, and cross-body block on Young. James is up and pumped. Darko is dazed, and getting to his
feet. Dio has his bat in hand. Dio with a Barry Bonds swing at the head of Darko. Darko manages to get his arm to block?! HIS ARM HAS TO BE STINGING! Darko
is on the ground, writhing in pain. Jeff James on the outside, Thomas gets up only to get… CRASH LANDING! The leg sweep, Standing Moonsault, double knee
drop combo move that has the crowd chanting Jeff’s name. Dio lets Darko get up, and goes for a shuffle sidekick. Darko moves out of the way, then hits
a RUNNING DDT! The cover doesn’t even get a one count. Darko mounts Dio, and tries to get some elbows in. Dio, blocks them and grabs his right arm, and
flips his legs up around Darko’s head. Does he have it? A TRIANGLE CHOKE FROM DIO! Darko is near tapping from the UFC style move. They are near the ropes,
and Mr. B elbows Dio’s head. He breaks the hold as the crowd boos.

ROB MARTINEZ: Some MMA by Dio? Like he wasn’t dangerous enough with a bat.. he is adding in submission moves!

BILL HEWSON: Dio was a very promising star here.. REBEL is lucky to have him.

JACK JONES: Lucky? I got some more crappy wrestlers to send there way.. hopefully we can get the Foundation back in return!

Jeff James picks up Thomas Young on the outside and throws him into the guardrail. In the ring Darko is recovering, and Dio is up… AND PISSED! He grabs
a… computer keyboard? When did Darko become a New Jack mark? Darko eats a keyboard off his head, and KEYS FLY EVERYWHERE! Darko is stunned. Jeff James
is down from a low blow by Thomas Young. Young with a quick running boot at James knocking him down. In the ring Darko is primed for… THE DEMORTALIZER!!
ROB MARTINEZ: This match is OVER!

Young on the top rope. Dio with the cover. One, Two… LEG DROP ON THE BACK OF DIO’S HEAD! Young just saved his tag belts.

JACK JONES: This may be garbage wrestling.. but I gotta cheer for my pals the Foundation!

Darko is OUT COLD! James is on the ring apron.. He catapults himself off the ropes and BLOCKBUSTER ON THOMAS YOUNG! He..never…saw…it…coming! Cover…
ONE, TWO.. Darko with the save. How close was that? James takes Darko by his fro and SIDE EFFECT ON DARKO! ONE, TWO, DAMN THAT THOMAS YOUNG! He pushes
Jeff off at the last split second! Young busts Jeff in the head with a BEER BOTTLE? Jeff is busted open! Dio is behind Young, he spins him around… boot
to the midsection of Young… SIT OUT POWERBOMB! Mr. B on the ring apron and Dio is distracted.

BILL HEWSON: Damn that Mr. B.

Dio goes over to him… AND DARKO FROM BEHIND! Dio turns around to THE COMPLETE SHOT! Cover but a foot on the rope. Jeff James is up… He dabs his head..
He sees BLOOD? HE GOES BAT-SHIT CRAZY! JUMPING SUPER KICK ON PRINCE DARKO. Young gets up and EATS A LOU THESZ PRESS WITH SOME STIFF RIGHT HANDS. Then Jeff
lands a vicious elbow on the eye brow of his brother. Blood begins to stream from the eye.

James sees Darko getting up and picks up a FRYING PAN? WHAM! DARKO IS WEARING ANOTHER TYPE MASK! A CRIMSON ONE! Jeff James goes after Young who is back
outside. Dio crawls over to the downed Darko, and tries to take his mask off. He is ripping at it. The crowd is absolutely loving this war. Dio sees a
rope in the middle of the pile of weapons. It’s already has a noose made. He wraps it around the neck of Darko. He gets Darko up, and THROWS HIM OVER THE
TOP ROPE… AND STILL HAS A GOOD AMOUNT OF THE ROPE! PRINCE DARKO IS BEING HUNG IN EDMONTON, ALBERTA, CANADA! Blood pouring from his head, seeping underneath
his mask… he is choking badly. Mr. B enters the ring with a steel chair. WHAM.. Dio takes the shot.. BUT DOESN’T RELEASE THE ROPE? WHAAAMM! TWO BIG SHOTS,
AND DARKO DROPS TO THE FLOOR.

Jeff James bulldogs Thomas Young to the floor. He grabs a chair from the crowd. He throws it to Thomas who catches that… AND A VAN DAMNINATOR! The already
bloody Young is knocked down. Mr. B from behind with a chair shot on Jeff James. Another one to the front of the head.

ROB MARTINEZ: His blood is on the chair, and this looks like a car accident. Bloody bodies everywhere.

Darko is trying to recover. He reaches under the ring and grabs a satchel. He tosses it to Mr. B?

BILL HEWSON: What the hell is in it?

JACK JONES: HANDCUFFS!

Darko and Mr. B handcuff Jeff James’ hands behind his back. Dio is in the ring, and is up.. bat in hand. Darko rams James into the guardrail. Young is coming
too… he sees his own flesh and blood, his brother… handcuffed.. and the SICK BASTARD SMILES! Young enters the ring cautiously, as does generic tadalafil Darko. Both
men have lost a lot of blood. Dio has his bat still. Young charges and takes the bat to the stomach. He does a front flip over from the impact. Darko ducks
a shot at him, and sweeps Dio down. Darko tries to drop the elbow but Dio moves. Dio is up and picks up a steel chain. He knocks the hell out of Darko,
with chain in his right hand. Young however is back to his feet… and Dio’s luck just ran out. YOUNG CUTTER! No pin? NO PIN! Young smiles, sadistically.
He sees his brother rolling into the ring. He laughs. Jeff runs at him..

ROB MARTINEZ: OH MY GOD.. DROP KICK FROM THE CUFFED JEFF JAMES. THEY CAN WIN THIS!

Jeff struggles to get up, but finally does. Darko is staggering up… ENZIGURI ON DARKO. James maneuvers for a cover… ONE? TWO? DARKO KICKS OUT! Young
is behind him and swinging neck breaker. Young is slow, due to the blood loss. He places James’ head inside the metal trash can, that Darko brought the
weapons in with. Darko gets on the top rope. Young makes sure that James can’t get out. DARKO DOUBLE STOMPS THE TRASH CAN! JAMES IS CRUSHED INSIDE!

JACK JONES: That was a modified “Goodnight” from the Foundation.

Young turns to Dio. Dio is crawling toward the bat. Young steps on it. Darko comes and applies the ZUMUNDA CLUTCH! Young slaps the face of Dio. He spits
on to the mask. Darko lets the move go. Darko begins to tear at the eye holes of the ski mask. Young grabs the bat. He gets Dio into a camel clutch position.
He places the bat under chin, and yanks back. THIS IS SICK! Darko of the ropes with a double mule kick to the face of Dio. Young keeps the choke on. Jimmy
Johnson checks and Dio is out. He calls for the bell. James has crawled out the trash can. This match is over… but the Foundation aren’t done. Thomas
stomps his brother. Darko is smiling under his mask… YOU JUST KNOW IT! Darko does the scissor sign with his fingers. Mr. B goes to his satchel, and out
comes some barber scissors. He brings them into the ring. Darko yells out “Bout time for a hair cut mother (BLEEP)er!” THE CROWD EXPLODES WITH BOOS. Fans
are trying to jump the railing. Security is working double time.. calming the fans down.

ROB MARTINEZ: Didn’t y’all have a riot up here before?

BILL HEWSON: Yeah… and nine months later, look what it caused last week in REBEL.

The crowd is furious. Slap to the downed James’ face from Young. James kicks at Young. Darko has the scissors and Young gets Jeff to his feet and bear hugs
him from behind. Darko gets close to James. He dabs some of James’ blood on his fingers and starts to write something on Jeff’s exposed chest.

B…I…T…C…H!

Darko rubs the scissors against the face of Jeff. He cusses him and slaps him. James spits at Darko. Darko grabs a big lock of hair. He snips… but doesn’t
cut yet. He grabs it again and… THE CROWD EXPLODES IN CHEERS! JAMES WITH A KICK TO THE BALLS OF DARKO. Thomas is trying to hold Jeff… and Darko bitch
slaps the hell out of James’. The camera shows Young’s eyes widen. He is trying to speak… THE CROWD ROARS…. WHY?

CAUSE DIO IS UP… BAT IN HAND… DARKO GOES TO CUT… AND HIS HAND IS NAILED WITH THE BAT. HE DROPS THE SHEARS… TURNS AROUND AND IS SMACKED IN THE HEAD
WITH THE BAT. YOUNG LETS JEFF GO. HE RUNS AT DIO, EATS A BAT. MR. B TRIES TO GRAB JEFF… HEAD-BUTT TO THE NOSE OF MR. B. DIO GETS THE KEYS OUT OF THE
SATCHEL!

JEFF JAMES IS A FREE MAN! He grabs a steel chair. Darko eats a chair shot. Young and the chair unite for a clash of wills. THE CHAIR IS DENTED. Dio chokes
Darko with the bat. Darko isn’t defending himself. Mr. B is up.. and WHAMMMM! JEFF JAMES NAILS HIM. Dio gets a chair… Young is stood up. James takes
a side. Dio is on the other. Young in the middle.

BILL HEWSON: CON-CHAIR-TO!

Young falls to bloody heap. Dio goes and gets a table from under the ring. Jeff James on the top rope. Dio places Darko on the table.

ROB MARTINEZ: SHOOTING STAR LEG DROP THROUGH THE TABLE!

Dio looks through Mr. B’s satchel…and finds a zippo and lighter fluid!

BILL HEWSON: The Foundation was prepared for some things, and now they are going to BURN for it!

THE CROWD EXPLODES! FIRE…FIRE…FIRE!

Jeff slides in a table. Dio grabs Young. Jeff sets up the table. Jeff lights it on FIIIIRRREEE! DIO MUERTE WITH A POWERBOMB ON THOMAS YOUNG THROUGH A FLAMING
TABLE! John Sharplin runs out with a fire extinguisher. He puts the table/Young out.

BILL HEWSON: UN (BLEEP)ING BELIEVABLE!

JACK JONES: You can’t be dropping F Bombs!

Dio and Jeff James raise their hand in a moral victory, and the crowd eats it up! Dio chants… James chants. The Foundation may still be the champions,
but they have been left laying in the ring. They may have retained the titles, but it seems that Dio Muerte and Jeff James have won the war!

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ROB MARTINEZ: And that’s when the chickens came home to roost, if you know what I’m saying.

BILL HEWSON: Thankfully, no I don’t.

JACK JONES: Hey! That’s MY bit! YOU’RE STEALING MY SHTICK, MARTINEZ!

FRANK WARBURTON: The following match is scheduled for ONE FALL!

BILL HEWSON: Saved by the bell!

FRANK WARBURTON: Entering the ring first, hailing from Seattle, Washington…Weighing in at two hundred and thirty-five pounds, he is CAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSHHHH!
AC/DC! Hell yes! Ca$h makes his way down to the ring, nodding his head to the music and singing along with Brian Johnson’s vocals, and the crowd is eating
it up; a number of cute girls in the front row are throwing the horns and whipping their long blonde hair around. Ca$h gets in the ring and takes his NAPW
hoodie off, cause a loud cheer to erupt from the crowd, and tosses it at his “metalhead” groupies, who clamber after it.

JACK JONES: I don’t see what the appeal of this Ca$h jackass is, Hewson. He’s just a college-educated pretty boy with no charisma.

ROB MARTINEZ: I disagree, Jack. In a world that’s starving for straighforward heroes, Ca$h is a refreshing alternative. Who doesn’t like a clean-cut guy
to cheer for?

JACK JONES: I wasn’t TALKING to you.

FRANK WARBURTON: And his opponent! Hailing from Hollywood, California. Weighing in at two hundred and seventy pounds, accompanied by Demona, he is! DIAAAAAAAABLOOOOOOOO!
Ka-BOOM. The crowd explodes. But that’s just because Demona has stepped out from behind the curtain; the guys in the audience have gone ga-ga for the woman
in the PVC catsuit. She gestures to the back, and the crowd start booing in earnest for the wall of muscle that makes his way down to the ring. Demona
takes his red trenchcoat, while Ca$h bounces in his corner, keeping the blood pumping.

BILL HEWSON: Both of these men are technical experts, but I’m wondering if Diablo’s weight advantage is going to give him the edge in this match.

ROB MARTINEZ: Diablo’s got about thirty-five pounds on Ca$h, but don’t count the former RKW World Champion out; he’s got the advantage when it comes to
reach. I think these guys are pretty evenly matched; it’s going to be an entertaining contest!

BILL HEWSON: That’s an excellent point, Rob! It’s nice to have such an intelligent partner in the booth with me tonight.

JACK JONES: Cough. Ahem.

BILL HEWSON: Of course, Jack Attack, do you have anything to add?

JACK JONES: …Martinez sucks.

Referee John Sharplin brings both men to the center of the ring. Ca$h extends his hand, but Diablo slaps it away! The bell rings and we have a match! Ca$h,
a caught flat-footed by Diablo’s display of disrespect, finds him on the business end of a hard chop, followed by a toe kick. Diablo grabs Ca$h’s head
and BOOM! DDT! Diablo follows up with a quick cover, but Ca$h kicks out after one. Diablo, upset with Ca$h’s disrespect, gives him a few kicks to the back
of the head, and John Sharplin gets in between the two men, admonishing the bigger man with a raised eyebrow. Ca$h is back on his feet, and when Sharplin
gets out of the way, he rushes Diablo, but he sidesteps and Ca$h lands on the ropes; Ca$h bounces off however and connects with an elbow to the face! Diablo
stumbles backwards, holding his face. Ca$h follows it up with a belly-to-belly suplex, and Diablo’s on the ground! Ca$h doesn’t hesitate and locks in a
single-leg crab, but Diablo powers out of it, kicking his leg back and throwing Ca$h into the turnbuckle!

JACK JONES: See, I told you that the weight advantage would help Diablo in this match! Diablo’s going to take Ca$h to the cleaners!

ROB MARTINEZ: Actually, Jack Attack, I think it was Bill who–

JACK JONES: Yap yap yap, that’s all you do, Martinez. Try shutting your mouth and letting the match speak for itself, why don’t you?

Diablo advances on Ca$h and grabs the back of his head, slamming it back into the turnbuckle. The crowd BOOS, and Diablo looks around the audience, still
holding Ca$h by the hair. He stands him up and–HOT FUDGE! Swinging neckbreaker and Ca$h finds himself in trouble as Diablo applies an ankle lock! Sharplin
is quickly down on his stomach, getting in Ca$h’s face, checking for his response, but Ca$h is shaking his head. He shrugs and squirms, inching himself
closer to the ropes…he reaches out…and connects! Sharplin starts counting and Diablo lets go at three.

BILL HEWSON: Looks like you were right, Martinez! That height advantage paid off for the clean-cut Ca$h.

JACK JONES: Sure, take HIS side.

Diablo leaps on Ca$h before he could get to his feet, and starts feeding him a series of rights to the head; Sharplin’s there, though, and breaks it up
again, this time giving Diablo a stern verbal warning. Ca$h kips up, and the crowd pops as he rushes around the ring, playing to the crowd and getting
some momentum on his side. Diablo angrily steps forward, trying to grab for Ca$h, but he side-steps him and locks up for the German Suplexes! ONE German
Suplex! TWO, TWO German Suplexes! THREE, THREE, TH–oh snap! Diablo elbows Ca$h in the side of the head, and again, and Ca$h stumbles back to rest in the
corner. Diablo chops him twice, then starts lifting him to the top rope! Could it be time for Final Judgement? It looks to be–NO! Ca$h gets a knee up
in Diablo’s stomach, and then follows up with a few chops of his own! He gets his opponent into position–MIDAS TOUCH! Ca$h rolls into the pin, one, two,
THREE!

FRANK WARBURTON: And here is your winner! CAAAAAAAASSSSHHHHHH!

BILL HEWSON: Even with the thirty-five pound weight disadvantage, Ca$h somehow lifts up Diablo and comes out with the win. What a great night for this talented
young man!

JACK JONES: Are you crazy? Diablo was robbed! Too much interference by Sharplin; if he had just let the match go on interuppted Diablo would have the match
sewn up! He was on fire out there!

ROB MARTINEZ: I agree, Jack; Diablo was very impressive out there tonight. He had a good match, it just didn’t go his way.

JACK JONES: Did you just agree with me or disagree?

In the ring, the referee is holding Ca$h’s arm in the air, while Diablo stands angrily to the side. Ca$h walks over to his opponent and holds out his hand,
in a display of good-natured sportsmanship. Diablo looks at the extended hand with confusion, but CHAIR SHOT! CHAIR SHOT FROM BEHIND! Diablo falls to the
ground and “The Revolution” Jude Costigan stands over him, wielding the chair above his head and looking furious! This is revenge for the treatment he
recieved from Diablo in the triple-threat at the last NAPW show! He brings the chair up again to smash Diablo in the back of the head, but Ca$h takes the
chair away and tosses it out of the ring! “What the hell are you doing, Costigan?” he asks, but The Revolution doesn’t answer. He just grimaces and then
tackles Ca$h! Ca$h rolls with the attack, though, and gets Costigan in the single-leg crab! Costigan scrambles for the ropes, finally getting a hold on
them and rolls to the outside. Ca$h shouts obscenities at Costigan as he makes his way to the back, then turns to Diablo, who is slowly getting up. Ca$h
extends his hand again, but this time Diablo is too angry, and perhaps too embarassed, to take it. He waves it off, and storms out of the ring angrily.
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ROB MARTINEZ: Well here we go! A HUGE REBEL four way elimination match for you next! Here’s our very own lovely Jenny Jersey to introduce the competitors.
Never Gonna Get it by Akon blasts throughout the sold out arena, and David Banks appears at the top of entrance to the arena.

JENNY JERSEY: From Greensoboro North Carolina, weighing in at 223lbs, its DAVID BANKS!

He walks casually to the ring, ignoring the fans. But that could cost him! One of them stands on the barricades and throws themselves on Banks!

ROB MARTINEZ: Woah! That ain’t no ordinary fan, folks! That’s Warren!

JENNY JERSEY: From just outside the New Alberta 7-11… WARREN!

Warren is getting back to his feet, as David grabs his head and throws into the steel barricades! Warren is taking a beating as Stay in Shadow plays, and
Cataclysm comes running down to meet the other two wrestlers! He’s laying into Banks, and Warren crawls free.

JENNY JERSEY: From Parts Unknown, The Martial Arts Master himself, Cataclysm!

And quickly the music switches to I am the Man, and out runs Stylin’ Kyle!

JENNY JERSEY: From Moose Jaw, this is, STYLIN’ KYLE ROBERTS!

BILL HEWSON: A, shall we say, unpleasant response for Stylin’ Kyle Roberts. These Edmonton fans will never forgive him for turning his back on The Beast
months ago!

ROB MARTINEZ: Now the match is going to get underway! But the bell hasn’t even rung yet, and these guys are going at it!

JACK JONES: Thank God, the quicker we get this started the quicker its over.

ROB MARTINEZ: Watch and learn Jones, maybe you’ll see what a real wrestling match looks like!

Cataclysm holds up banks, and smacks a huge spinning heel kicks into his face, sending over the steel barricades and into the fans, where Warren quickly
springboards from the top of the barricade and hits another splash on Banks! Kyle grabs Cataclysm, whipping him down into the ring apron, and follows it
up with a huge clothesline!

BILL HEWSON: Well, if its off to a crazy start, that’s for sure! Whatever you say about REBEL, you have to give credit to these four men!

JACK JONES: Bill, I’ll give credit where credit is due, so I’m keeping it all for now!

Warren is laying the boots into Banks, and grabs a fans drink bottle and whacks Banks over the head with it! But Banks stands there! Grabbing Warren by
the hair, he drags him through the crowd towards the direction of the ring – where, incidentally, Stylin’ Kyle executes a perfect Tilt-a-whirl backbreaker
on Cataclysm!

He turns his attention to Warren and Banks, where Banks has Warren against the barricades and is laying into him with chops and forearms.

ROB MARTINEZ: Kyle’s going high!

From the top rope he points to Warren and Banks, and throws himself over the barricades and into both men! The fans are going crazy!

BILL HEWSON: Well… that was incredible!

JACK JONES: That was nothing… He just threw himself in a direction and hoped for the best…

ROB MARTINEZ: When you show me NAPW do a match like this, I’ll care about your opinion, Jack.

In the ring, Cataclysm is getting up, and sees the chaos in the crowd, whips himself into the rope, and a springboard senton into the other three wrestlers!
Complete disregard for their own safety! Banks slowly gets up, and throws Warren over the barricades, climbing over himself, and then rolls Warren into
the ring. He grabs him by his hair, holds him up, and holds him for a belly-to-belly suplex! He grabs Warren, places his head between his legs, and double
underhooks the arms…

ROB MARTINEZ: Thats Beyond Belief! Not from the top rope, but he’s about to hit it… No!

Warren sharply lifts up his head, a low blow! Warren is still down, and Banks tries to get footing — missile dropkick from Cataclysm out of nowhere!

BILL HEWSON: Such power, he looks to capitalize here…

Cataclysm covers Banks… 1…2…3! Banks is eliminated!

JENNY JERSEY: The first man eliminated from the match, DAVID BANKS!

As Cataclysm gets to his feet, he’s met with a DDT by Warren, sloppily executed. As Warren gets up, Stylin’ Kyle slides into the ring to meet him with a
stiff lariat. But Cataclysm is back up, jumps, that’s The Blue Ruin! Kyle is down! Warren is near the turnbuckle opposite, as Cataclysm makes a cover!
1…2…No! Somersault Senton onto Cataclysm! He drags him up, gets a face lock, runs up the turnbuckle and flips!

ROB MARTINEZ: He calls that the Microwave Burrito Buster! Thats probably his best executed move ever! Perfect!

He makes a cover! 1…2…3! Warren made a pinfall! Well, this is a strange night!

JENNY JERSEY: Your second man eliminated! Cataclysm!

And Kyle is back to his feet. Warren and Kyle stare each other out, and Kyle shrugs his shoulders and climbs out the ring!

ROB MARTINEZ: He’s walking away! Saying something about Warren not being a worthwhile opponent!

JACK JONES: Nice wrestlers you got in REBEL, huh?

And Kyle turns and walks back to back, but Warren comes after him! Running facebuster on an unsuspecting Kyle! Uses the steel guards again to try and hit
a hurricanrana – but Kyle grabs him and holds him! Runs towards the ring and running powerbomb against the ring apron!

BILL HEWSON: He just broke that kid in half!

Kyle grabs him, throws him into the ring, and Warren just lays there. Kyle lifts him onto his shoulder, and hits the Emerald Fusion! That’s secured it.
He places a finger on Warren’s chest, and the referee counts it! 1…2…3!

JENNY JERSEY: And the winner of the match… STYLIN’ KYLE ROBERTS!

JACK JONES: See what I mean? No class, I can’t wait till we get some NAPW guys out here.

ROB MARTINEZ: You have to respect what these guys do!

And in the ring, Kyle checks up on Warren, and lifts him into his arms, carrying him out the ring and backstage. The fans aren’t sure whether to continue
the boo-ing or not… But it’s Kyle, so what the hell, they keep it going!

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FRANK WARBURTON: The following match is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the NAPW Provincial Championship!

“Bang Bang to the Rock and Roll” comes on, and you know what that means. “I GOT MAD SKILLZ, BITCH!” Stone says it along with the crowd as he heads down
to the ring.

BILL HEWSON: “Dynamite” Stone Zellor looks hungry for gold – he hasn’t been a champion since February 27th when The Doomriders took the Tag Team titles
from the Midnight Cowboys in a classic match-up. Yet since the Cowboys split up, Stone has been on quite the singles roll!

JACK JONES: Against a champion the caliber of Lloyd Rees – excuse me – Crimes Member Lloyd Rees, Stone Zellor is going to need some Dynamite.

ROB MARTINEZ: Geez, where do you come up with this?

JACK JONES: Most of them your mother writes on the back of a napkin for me after she serves dinner.

BILL HEWSON: Will you stop?

JACK JONES: He started it!

Zellor’s in the ring by now, and he does a little dance, just a tease really, to get the crowd warmed up. Then it’s the Black Keys, and with that only one
man could be headed out to the ring. The newest member of the reformed Crimes. The most decorated NAPW Champion ever, and the current Tag Team and Provincial
Champion. “LDK” Lloyd Rees steps out through the curtain with his Provincial Championship strapped around his waist. The Tag Title is slung over his shoulder,
while his accomplice David Banks has his own Tag Team title strapped around his own waist. John Salty, wheelchair bound for the moment after being destroyed
by Brian Bruno, has the Republic of Newfoundland and the old NAPW Television Championship on his lap.

JACK JONES: Quiet down, peasants! A LEGEND walks among us!

ROB MARTINEZ: That’s odd, I didn’t see Bob Backlund anywhere.

JACK JONES: Don’t interrupt LDK!…and besides, Backlund’s probably inhaling gas fumes somewhere in Orlando.

Rees is in the ring, and he forces referee Dick Kiebiech to hold up all FIVE titles between him, Salty, and Banks up for the whole crowd to see. He sneers
at Zellor, who smiles and waves at him from his seat atop the turnbuckles.

FRANK WARBURTON: Introducing first, from Staten Island, New York; he weighed in tonight at one hundred and seventy-three pounds, and he is a former NAPW
Tag Team Champion. “DYNAAAAMITEEE”…STOOOONNEEEE! ZZZZEEEEELLOOOOOOOORRR!

Wild cheers from the crowd, which turn to boos just as Warburton announces:

FRANK WARBURTON: And his opponent, the NAPW Provincial and Tag Team Champion. Hailing from Bell Island, Newfoundland and weighing in at two hundred and
forty-seven pounds, he’s the EAST COAST SENSATION, he is “L! D! K!” LLLOOOOOOOYD REEEEEEEEEEESSSS!!!

BILL HEWSON: Hold onto your seats folks, this oughta be a great one!

Kiebiech calls for the bell, and it’s time for a title match! Rees and Zellor circle one another, looking for an opening. What’s this? Zellor bust out the
break-dancing technicue to the delight of the crowd. He lets out an “I GOT MAD SKILLZ” and lets the crowd chime in for the “BITCH!”. Rees looks flustered,
while Salty and Banks are insisting that Zellor indeed does not have…skillz, bitch. “Top that, newfie!” A dance off? The fans are roaring with laughter/applause.
Rees isn’t about to be shown up – and here he goes with one of the clumisest, silliest looking jig-type dances you’ll ever see!

ROB MARTINEZ: You know, a funny thing happened at the SuperShow tonight, Bill Hewson.

BILL HEWSON: What’s that, Rob?

ROB MARTINEZ: It said Provincial Championship match on my program, but an episode of Fame broke out instead.

JACK JONES: Har-Har. Who writes this garbage?

The fans are still laughing, but AT Lloyd Rees rather that with Stone Zellor. And Rees no likey that. As Zellor plays to the crowd, an attack from behind.
What an (BLEEP). Zellor goes down in a heap and tries to cover up from a barrage of stomps and kicks. Rees peels him off the mat and plants him with a
textbook snap suplex. Zellor slams off the mat and grabs at his lower back, getting back to his feet in time in order to duck a clothesline attempt and
run the ropes – flying crossbody dodged by Rees who drops to the mat, but Zellor rolls on impact with the mat and gets right up. Rees gets to his feet
just as Zellor looks for an elbow drop, catching the former Tag Team Champion off guard with a forearm smash to the jaw. He peppers Stone’s face with a
few more before whipping him into the ropes – he telegraphs a back body drop however and Stone counters yet again. SLAMMY TIME! No, Rees shoves him off
and avoids that devastating finishing manuever. Zellor is undeterred however and gets right back at it, locking up with Rees and jokceying for position.
Deeep Arm Drag by Zellor, who locks the armbar submission on for good measure – but Rees has his feet wrapped under the bottom rope.

Zellor loses his focus for a brief moment as Rees gets up, and that’s all the most decorated champion in NAPW history needs. European Uppercut! Knife Edge
Chop! Another! And an Irish whip to the turnbuckle. Stone nearly flips up and out of the ring, but comes slamming back down on the turnbuckle a second
time and is a sitting duck for Rees. He goes for the Avalance! NOBODY HOME! Zellor rolled out of the way, and Rees hit his noggin on the steel post. He’s
dizzy as heck, and doesn’t know what the heck he even hit. Zellor sees his fogginess and gets an idea…he heads to the opposite corner. Rees is on dreamstreet
and in his mind thinks he’s going for Avalance number two – and he charges again! Zellor just steps out of the way this time, and Rees’ head again bounces
off the steel post! The fans are loving it, and there’s Stone Zellor with some breakdance magic! Rees stumbles over to the adjacent corner, and Zellor
just can’t pass up on the irony of the situation. He head over to the other corner and charges Lloyd Rees, nailing him with an Avalanche of his own! Rees
staggers out a few steps and Flair-flops right on his mush. The crowd is electric for Zellor, and he’s playing them up to the fullest. What time is it?
Robot time! Stone Zellor with a perfect 1985 robot dance, you’d think he was plucked right out of a Run-D.M.C video! LOW BLOW!

JACK JONES: Stone Zellor needs to get his head in his game, this is pro wrestling, not American Bandstand!

ROB MARTINEZ: Somebody just dated himself.

JACK JONES: Don’t you still watch Dukes of Hazzard reruns?

BILL HEWSON: …The Provincial Champion turns the tide with an illegal move, but he got away with it. And now it’s LDK’s turn to take control!

Rees finally got his wits about him and realized he was being made look a fool, and cheap-shotted his way back on top in this match-up. He looks immediately
to take the crowd out of the match-up, grabbing hold of a Side Headlock and squeezing it tight. Zellor is fighting it off, but Rees overpowers the much
smaller challenger and gets into perfect position. Zellor’s still fighting, but Rees is in control right in center ring. He holds it on a bit longer before
Zellor fights up to his feet behind the cheers of from the crowd – Headlock Takeover puts him right back in his place! Zellor grabs at Rees’ leg and tries
to roll him over. Rees throws a punch connecting right with Zellor’s forehead, but the release of pressure on the hold allows Stone to roll him over and
catch him in a pinning predicament. One, two, kickout and the hold is broken. Both men are quick to their feet but Stone’s quicker to the punch, er, dropkick
and Rees teeters back. Stone off the ropes – David Banks grabs his foot and trips him up. Kiebiech darts over and admonishes him, but Banks is quick to
inform him that “I’m working for the boss.” Kiebiech could give a damn about all that and orders him not to interfere, but Banks just scoffs at him. “YOU’RE
OUTTA HERE! BOTH OF YOU!” And the crowd goes wild! Banks and Salty go wild with anger! And Rees goes wild at Kiebiech, threatening to something quite horrible
to him that was spoken entirely in Newfie-ese…

And Stone capitalizes and from behind connects with a sit-out rear mat slam (Edge O’ Matic for WWE fans) and grabs at Rees leg for a pin! ONE!…TWO!….ALMOST!
Rees gets up with a fire under his ass and meets Stone with a punch to the kisser, planting him on the mat. He gets in two stiff stomps before picking
his foe up for a scoop slam before heading off the near ropes and dropping a knee onto his forehead. Rees is all kinds of pissed and shoves Kiebiech just
for the hell of it before picking Stone up for some more punishment. Whip to the ropes – Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex! Stone slams hard into the mat.
Rees is starting to smell blood in the water, so he turns up the heat. He picks up Zellor – DDT FROM THE GREEN! Devastating move, that’s all she wrote
for sure. ONE! TWO… TWO AND A HALF!

BILL HEWSON: It’s not quite over yet, folks!

Zellor’s here to win, not just to make a good showing. Rees is perturbed to say the least, and picks up the scrappy youngster to send him unceremoniously
careening into the turnbuckle yet again – and THIS TIME he hits all of the Avalanche. He doesn’t admire his handiwork though – he nails a Wabana Buster!
Now that has GOT to be it.

ONE!

TWO!

THRE – NO!

Zellor just barely was able to get his shoulder up off the mat, Kiebiech’s hand was a hair’s breath from the mat. Rees seems to be ready to cut and run,
and he rolls outside to grab a steel chair! What a chump! He’s back inside now and measuring Stone. He swings – Zellor with a Van Daminator, perfectly
legal because Rees himself brought the weapon into the match. Kiebiech slides the weapon out as Zellor kips up and goes for the pin!

KIEBIECH IS LATE GETTING OVER!

ONE!

TWO!

JUST TWO AND A HALF!

But my goodness was that close. Zellor picks Rees up, and slams him with a back to back vertical suplexes, holding on and drilling him at the end with a
gutbuster suplex! Cover! One……twoooooo……NOT three!!! Rees kicks out and the crowd collectively moans. Someone even tosses their cup of beer into
the ring (he must not be Scottish) and it hits poor old Kiebiech in the back of the head. Rees fights his way to his feet and takes a wild swing at Rees,
ducks under and runs the ropes to try a Fresh Water Flip – dodged by Zellor! Rees is disoriented, and Zellor rocks him with a Discus Lariat! Rees falls
to the mat in a pile, and Stone with a quick hook of the leg. ONEEEEEE…..TWOOOOOO……SO CLOSE! But no cigar. He wastes no time whipping Rees into the
ropes, and catches him with a spinning TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER! REST … IN … PEACE! ONE! TWO! THREEEEEE—

Foot on the rope.

God I hate Lloyd Rees. Zellor is in the zone though, he doesn’t even care. Here he is now with a toe kick – and SLAMMY TIME CONNECTS!

ONE!!!!

COULD THIS BE IT?!??

TWOOOOOOOOO!!!

WHAT THE HELL! – JAY O’BRIEN COMES FLYING IN AND BLASTS ZELLOR IN THE BACK OF HIS HEAD WITH A CAST! JAY O’BRIEN IS ASSAULTING STONE ZELLOR! And the referee
has no choice but to call for the bell!

BILL HEWSON: Jay O’Brien — where the hell did he come from?! Stone Zellor had the Provincial Title locked up, dammit this isn’t right! We haven’t seen
Jay O’Brien since Sole Survivor II, he’s been out on the injured reserve!

JACK JONES: You don’t know that Hewson! Rees was gonna kick out, I just know it. He’s too good to lose to a – a tag team wrestler posing as a singles wrestler.
ROB MARTINEZ: You realize Lloyd is the reigning NAPW Tag Team Champion as well, don’t you?

JACK JONES: Wise ass. Now I know why I don’t buy REBEL DVDs. Your self-serving one man commentary is enough to drive me up a frickin’ wall.

BILL HEWSON: Who are you, a Delivery Man? Never mind each other, Jay O’Brien has escaped to ringside, LDK has done the same, and I think we’re going to
get the official word from Frank Warburton…

Kiebiech is conferring with Warburton…

FRANK WARBURTON: The winner of the match… as a result of a disqualification, DYNAMITE STONNNNNE ZELLLLOORRRR!

The crowd pops, which is a shame, because Warburton is not done.

FRANK WARBURTON: However, the title can not change hands on a disqualification, so STILL NAPW Provincial Champion… “LDK” LLLLOYD REEEEES!

Rees raises his Provincial title belt high in the air and stumbles up the aisle clutching it and the tag belt, just happy to get the hell out of there.
He lost the match, but not the title. Meanwhile Jay O’Brien is back on the ring, shoving the sole of his boot into Stone’s face. Stone, holding the back
of his head, clearly in pain. O’Brien arrogantly looks out over the crowd, grinning like the cat who swallowed the canary. He taps the cast over his right
wrist and raises it high in the air.

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“The Wretched” blares over the speakers. No stories from Jack Jones. No time for any jokes. The monster from the Amazon Basin is on his way to the ring.
Smart money is on there being blood tonight.

FRANK WARBURTON: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is REBEL versus NAPW, and it is a DOG COLLAR MATCH! Making his way to the ring area: He is from the Amazon
Basin. He weighs in at three hundred and fifty pounds. He is accompanied by Iago and Miranda. Ladies and gentlemen: THIS IS CALIBAN!!!

The pro NAPW crowd boos the monster, but there is a decent amount of respect for the big man, as some cheers attest. But there’s no doubt how the fans feel
about the opponent:

“NO ONE’S GOING TO TAKE ME ALIVE! THE TIME HAS COME TO MAKE THINGS RIGHT!”

The Beast is here. And the fans go wild.

FRANK WARBURTON: And his opponent! From St. Albert, Alberta. he weighs in at two hundred and seventy pounds and is accompanied by Bill Fleming. Ladies and
Gentlemen: BRUCE “THE BEAST” RICHARDS!

As Richards gets in the ring, he locks eyes with Caliban. Both men move towards each other, but are stopped by their managers. Referee Morgan Smythe straps
the spiked leather collar around the neck of Caliban first. Then Richards. The chain is twelve feet long. Not much space between the men. But even a hundred
foot chain would do little to contain the violence about to erupt. Smythe calls for the bell, and we’re on! Caliban charges! Beast doesn’t step out of
the way, but lunges forward with a clothesline! Both men collide centre ring, neither goes down. Neither shows pain. Clubbing blow from Richards! Caliban’s
head snaps back, then back forward, as he head-butts Richards! Richards staggers back, but Caliban grabs the chain and yanks him forward, then hefts the
Beast up and delivers a tilt a whirl slam! A cover! One… too early, as Richards gets a shoulder up. Caliban drags his opponent to his feet, then whips
him into the ropes! He swings, but Bruce ducks, hits the opposite ropes, and comes back with a HUGE boot to the face! Caliban drops to one knee. And Richards
is wrapping the chain around his fist. … Sorry, check that. THE BEAST is wrapping the chain around his fist.

JACK JONES: Things are about to get ugly here.

SMACK

Richards with a shot to the top of Caliban’s head.

SMACK

Another shot to the top of Caliban’s head.

SMACK

SMACK

SMACK

We see blood trickling down Caliban’s neck, a cut opened on the top of his head. Caliban is being driven onto his back as the Beast works on the uncovered
part of his monster opponent’s head. One more shot, and Caliban is on his back. Beast covers! One… Two.. Caliban kicks out! Beast looks only slightly
surprised. He starts to wrap the chain around his forearm. Caliban gets to his feet, and Richards charges… Caliban catches him by the throat! Choke slam!
Caliban doesn’t bother to cover. He wraps the chain around his boot? .. A murmur from the crowd as they wonder

STOMP

BILL HEWSON: Oh God…

A gasp from the front row as Caliban viciously stomps down on Richards forehead, driving chain into skull. And the crimson is now flowing out of the Beast
as well. A cover from Caliban. One… Two… Kick out by Richards! But this time there was a bit more of a struggle. Caliban grabs the chain, and DRAGS
Richards over to the corner turnbuckle. Iago smiles and nods as Richards is placed on the top turnbuckle. Caliban looks to be going for a superplex…
but Richards gets a shot to the monster’s kidney. Then another. And another. Caliban doesn’t seem to be fazed by it… then he gets a thumb into the eye,
and a hard shove off the ropes! Caliban lands flat on the mat and Richards has positioned himself on the top rope for a no nonsense fist drop! No telling
how much the leather mask protected Caliban, but probably not that big a difference. Richards covers! One… Two… and Caliban kicks out. And there was
a bit less authority in this kick out. Both men get to their feet. Blood is flowing. Tensions are high. Richards grabs the chain and tries to pull Caliban
towards him. Caliban has the same idea. The two men are in a tug of war, trying to drag their opponent across the ring. Beast moves an inch forward, then
Caliban moves an inch forward. Neither man wanting to give up the advantage. Caliban gets a surge of strength and yanks hard on the chain…

only for the Beast to let go. Caliban loses his balance and stumbles back into the turnbuckles. And Richards charges forward hitting a huge running elbow
into the jaw of the Amazon pharmacy monster! Caliban is staggered, allowing the Beast to wrap the chain around his forearm, and level Caliban with it! Then another!
And another! The Beast’s eyes go wild as he drives his arm into the monster’s face! The fans are on their feet as Richards LOSES IT! Caliban goes down,
the fans go wild! Beast takes the briefest of seconds to take in the response, then covers his opponent!

One…

Two…

Caliban gets a shoulder up. Oohs from the crowd. A bit of concern on the face of Iago. But no hesitation from the Beast. He grabs Caliban by the dreadlocks
and drags him up. Blood can be seen seeping through the mask of Caliban. Beast whips Caliban into the ropes, and catches him on the way back with a HUGE
Clothesline! Caliban only goes down to one knee. Beast hits the ropes, then comes back delivering a knee to the head. Caliban goes down to all fours. Richards
gets that glint in his eye again. he wraps up his fist in the chain, hits the ropes, and comes back…

Caliban moves! Beast goes by him, Caliban grabs the chain and yanks back! The Beast’s head snaps back, then is driven forward as he is booted from behind!
The monster wraps the chain around Richard’s throat

And tosses him over the top rope.

ROB MARTINEZ: The Beast is getting the life choked out of him! I know these guys hate each other, but does it need to go this far?

Caliban pulls back on the chain, as Richards tries to get a foot on the ring apron, his fingers under the chain, anything to get the air back into his lungs!
The fans try to cheer him on, but the lights are fading. Caliban starts to pull some more and Richards looks to be going limp. Smythe checks to see if
Richards in unconscious. Caliban gives another yank on the chain, then lets go. Richards tumbles to the floor in a heap. At the urging of Miranda, Caliban
goes out after his opponent.

BILL HEWSON: Just end the match now! Richards is unconscious. Who knows what Caliban will do now?

Caliban wraps the chain around the face of Richards. He hefts the man up. And gets ready to deliver an Argentine Facebuster! This will finish more than
just the match! He drops Richards down…

Countered with a DDT! Still some life left, though you wouldn’t know it by the two men laying on the floor. A pool of blood forms under each man. Their
respective managers keep close watch, but stay away. Nobody wants to get between these two men, even when they’re at half strength. Smythe is at a bit
of a loss right now. There’s no count out or DQ’s, but if both men can’t continue, she has little other choice. She starts a ten count. This does not get
a good reaction from the fans. She gets up to three, and then the boos turn into a stamping of feet, urging the men to get up. At five, Caliban turns over
and tries to sit up. At six, Richards has pushed himself to all fours. At eight, both men have dragged themselves to standing position. The count stops
at nine. Once again. Both men lock eyes. And that’s when the chants start.

BEAST IS GONNA KILL YOU!

BEAST IS GONNA KILL YOU!

BEAST IS GONNA KILL YOU!

The Beast lunges forward, and tackles Caliban to the ground! (no small feat indeed) He lays in with stiff fists, but is then rolled over, and Caliban gets
some shots of his own. But The Beast regains the advantage!

Fans Cheer!

Caliban regains the advantage!

Fans Boo!

Beast gets it back!

Cheers!

Caliban!

Boos!

BEAST!

CHEERS!

CALIBAN!

BOOS!

Both men are back on their feet, and still trading punches! Finally Beast rolls back into the ring. He grabs the chain and tries to drag Caliban in! Caliban
tries to drag him back out! Only a brief tug of war this time, as Miranda directs Caliban back into the ring!

And The Beast is waiting. With THE CLAW! The fans go wild as he gets his death grip on the Monster! He squeezes with all his might, trying to take the life
out of the monster that has run wild everywhere he’s gone. Caliban goes down to one knee. He reaches up with one arm, and looks to feebly try and swat
at Richards’ face. Richards just shrugs it off. Caliban tries again. He misses the face, but gets ahold of Bruce’s neck. Caliban’s eyes spring open. He
drives his fist into Bruce’s gut, causing Richards to release the claw. But Caliban still has his grip, meaning

HEART

OF

DARKNESS!!

JACK JONES: IT’S OVER! NOBODY KICKS OUT OF THAT!!!

Caliban with the cover! Smythe gets in position to count!

One…

Two…

Thre- NO!! Richards gets the shoulder up!

JACK JONES: I TOTALLY KNEW THAT WOULD HAPPEN!!

ROB MARTINEZ: Is he always…

BILL HEWSON: (bitterly) Yes.

Iago and Miranda are beside themselves. Caliban’s expression is hidden by the mask. And the eyes reveal nothing. Just hate. So it’s no surprise when he
picks Richards up and tries to hit another…

Richards with an elbow to the jaw of Caliban! Caliban staggers, and Beast slips on a cobra clutch… into a COBRA CLUTCH BOMB! Beast is still out of it,
but he crawls over for the cover! One… Two… Caliban with the kickout! A look into the Beast’s eyes reveals not frustration, but anger. Both men refuse
to go easily. So it’s time to stop with the lightweight moves. Beast hefts Caliban up with the pump-handle, then hits a fall away slam! He doesn’t bother
with the cover, instead, he wraps the chain around Caliban’s throat. The fans roar as they get ready for Richards to return the favor from earlier. The
Beast gets ready to toss Caliban over the top rope, but Caliban puts the breaks on, and grabs Richards, going for a sidewalk slam! But the Beast fights
out of the hold, gets his feet on the mat, then lifts up Caliban for the CHART ATTACK! A bloody splotch is left on the mat where Caliban’s face hits! The
fans are going nuts. Bill Fleming is screaming at Richards to make the cover. There is little argument, and Richards hooks the leg! Smythe counts!

One…

Two..

CALIBAN KICKS OUT!!

A wave of disbelief from the crowd. Fleming looks like he’s ready to have a heart attack. The announcers are too stunned to speak. Any normal man would
be in shock.

But there are no men in that ring. Just a Monster. And a Beast.

And the Beast is going for another Chart Attack.

He hefts the man up. There is no hesitation. He doesn’t play for the crowd. No theatrics. He just drives Caliban into the mat with all the force he can
muster after this brawl. The monster hits the mat with a sickening thud. The Beast leaps forward for the cover. he hooks the leg, and makes sure every
ounce of weight he has is pinning Caliban to the mat. Smythe makes the count.

ONE

TWO

THREE

The fans explode. Iago and Miranda hang their heads, just a little. Bill Fleming lets out a huge sigh of relief. And Smythe raises the hand of the bloody,
exhausted Beast.

FRANK WARBURTON: The winner of this contest: “THE BEAST”! BRUCE RICHARDS!!!

Iago and Miranda tend to Caliban. The Beast stands tall, but only for a moment. The blood loss finally hits him. The adrenaline rush is over. The Beast
collapses. Bill Fleming tends to his charge as officials and medical personnel hit the ring.

The war of attrition is over.

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-Intermission-

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JACK JONES: … needed to drain it before it exploded, which would have been pretty painful in such a sensitive spot.

ROB MARTINEZ: That’s the most disgusting thing I’ve ever heard.

BILL HEWSON: This is Jack’s idea of polite conversation.

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen the following match is the EIGHT MAN TAG TEAM MATCH UP! Introducing FIRST, representing NEW ALBERTA PRO WRESTLING…
The booing has already started as “Smooth” hits the sound system. CHRIS CASINO emerges from the curtains, flanked by SEBASTIEN MARTYR. Both men look ready
for action, but are wearing very self-satisfied smirks. They brush off the fans as they make their way to the ring.

BILL HEWSON: These two men will be teaming up next week at Tagstravaganza in an effort to claim the NAPW Tag Team Titles! Tonight we’ll get a sneak preview
of how well they’ll work together.

JACK JONES: They’ll work together just fine, Bill Hewson. But more importantly, they’ll send this garbage federation running for the border!

ROB MARTINEZ: I think you’re in for a nasty surprise, Jones.

As Casino and Martyr step into the ring to a further chorus of boos, Pigeonhed heralds the coming of the second half of their team. DONOVAN ASTROS and “The
Career Killer” JAKE PHOENIX step out from the curtains. The crowd doesn’t warm up at all. Chris Casino and Sebastien Martyr are applauding though. Astros
and Phoenix climb into the ring, and all four men take a turnbuckle and mug for the booing crowd.

JENNY JERSEY: Weighing in at a combined weight of NINE HUNDRED and SEVENTY SIX pounds… they are the team of CHRIS CASINO! SEBASTIEN MARTYR! DONOVAN ASTROS,
and “the CAREER KILLER” JAKE! PHOENIX! And their opponents, representing REBEL PRO WRESTLING…

And then “My Generation” hits the speakers and the fans go wild! The Bluegrass Mafia, “The Angry American” MATTHEW KURTIS and “The Show” CHAD KURTIS, step
out from behind the curtains. The brothers Kurtis walk down to ringside, but refuse to get into the ring short-handed, despite all four members of the
NAPW team goading them step up.

JACK JONES: Look at those cowardly hicks! What? Do they think team NAPW is going to attack them! We’re not a bunch of cheaters up here in a PROFESSIONAL
wrestling promotion.

ROB MARTINEZ: Are you kidding me? All four of those men in the ring – the people Rex Caliber HAND-PICKED to represent his promotion – are some of the lowest,
most despicable, most UNSPORTSMANLIKE “wrestlers” in the world!

JACK JONES: They’re just smart competitors! Taking advantage of any situation! That’s what makes them all STARS. At least they aren’t a bunch a nobodies.
BILL HEWSON: I should note that the Bluegrass Mafia are also regular members of the NAPW roster, but I don’t think you two would really care.

“Why Don’t We Do It On The Road” by the Beatles, and MIKE “the Assman” TREY emerges from the curtains to a HUGE OVATION. He looks genuinely surprised, but
quickly begins playing to the crowd, shaking his booty and gladhanding everyone down to ringside.

JACK JONES: Case in point! Who’s ever even HEARD of this guy!?

ROB MARTINEZ: What are you deaf?

BILL HEWSON: Don’t let him get to you, Rob.

And, finally, “Still Cruisin’”, and the Carolinas Champion, MURCIELAGO steps out from the curtains to another big pop. He hoists up his title belt, looks
out over the crowd, and starts down to ringside.

JENNY JERSEY: Weighing in at a combined weight of ONE salary for pharmacy assistant in canada THOUSAND, SIXTY FIVE pounds… they are the team of MURCIELAGO! MIKE “The ASSMAN” TREY! And MATTHEW
and CHAD KURTIS, the BLUEGRASS MAFIA!

The REBEL team takes a second to enjoy the cheers from ringside, then – as one – surges into the ring! Team NAPW is on them in a second, and both teams
start trading blows. Jake Phoenix throws kicks down on Matthew Kurtis. Donovan Astros is getting chopped by Chad Kurtis. Assman is trading shots with Chris
Casino, and Murcielago is under assault from Sebastien Martyr. The bell rings, and REBEL Senior Referee Dale McDonald quickly breaks things up and gets
control of the match. It looks like Chris Casino and Murcielago are going to start things out here. Casino glances back to his corner and gives Sebastien
Martyr a thumbs up, then to Astros and Phoenix a “I’ll show you two rookies how it’s done.” Phoenix’s expression darkens, but Astros grins a big phony
grin and gives Casino a thumbs up back.

ROB MARTINEZ: What was that about?

JACK JONES: It’s called teamwork. Team NAPW Captain Chris Casino is leading by example.

BILL HEWSON: I don’t think he’s setting the right example, Jack Attack.

JACK JONES: Who’s side are you on, Hewson?

Casino and Murcielago lock up, and start jockeying for position. Murcielago has the size advantage, and presses it, trying to get a hold on Chris Casino
for a power move, but Casino is a bit faster, twists away, and tries to hook up from behind. Murcielago proves to be surprisingly agile, reverses it, locks
up from behind… German Suplex! Casino lands hard, but rolls through to his feet, trying to shake it off. Murcielago takes two steps toward him and Casino
tags in Sebastien Martyr. Martyr takes it a little more cautiously, circling Murcielago, who smirks and gestures for Martyr to hurry up and bring it. Martyr
smirks and lunges at him, and Murcielago retaliates by throwing out a clothesline… but Martyr ducks it, hits the ropes, rebounds for a Short Arm Clothesline!
Murcielago is driven into the mat! Martyr kips up, hits the ropes again, and drops a knee on the Carolinas Champion. The fans boo, while Team NAPW Applaud.
Murcielago rolls over and tags in Matthew Kurtis. The Angry American steps into the ring and Martyr hits the ropes. Sebastien Martyr, looking perhaps for
another clothesline… but Kurtis catches him! Spinning Side Slam! Martyr is blasted into the ring! Matt rises quickly, and drops an elbow on Martyr…
but Sebastien Martyr rolls aside! He scrambles to his feet, lunges to his corner, and goes to tag in Jake Phoenix… but then tags in Chris Casino instead.
Phoenix is like “What the hell!?” but Martyr just shrugs.

ROB MARTINEZ: Some questionable teamwork on the NAPW side.

JACK JONES: They just want to keep some of their power players fresh for later in the match.

Casino rushes into the ring, trying to hit his Running STO, but Matthew Kurtis just no-sells it, and shoves Casino down. Chris Casino kips up, angrily,
and hits the ropes for a running dropkick, but Kurtis just slaps him away. The crowd cheers, and Jake Phoenix angrily shouts for a tag, but Casino isn’t
paying attention. Matthew Kurtis smirks and gestures for Casino to try again. Casino rises, hits the ropes again… but Matthew Kurtis hits the ropes too!
Both men collide mid-ring, and Matthew Kurtis takes Casino up for the Spinning Side Slam… but Casino reverses it! DDT! Kurtis is planted in the ring,
and Casino kips back up looking mighty pleased with himself. He quickly tags in… Sebastien Martyr. Astros gives Casino a big thumbs up again. Phoenix
glowers. Martyr flies into the ring as Matthew Kurtis rises to his feet, and hooks up for the Dark Daze… but Kurtis shoves him away, and staggers back
to the ropes, tagging in his brother Chad Kurtis! “The Show” Chad Kurtis leaps into the ring, hits the ropes… Springboard Dropkick! Sebastien Martyr
drops, and Chad Kurtis goes for a pin! One! Only one. Casino and Astros both reach in for the tag, but Martyr isn’t being given time to recover. Chad Kurtis…
STANDING SHOOTING STAR PRESS! Another pin! One! Phoenix goes to get into the ring, but Martyr kicks out at two! Only two. Chad Kurtis is unperturbed. He
pulls Sebastien Martyr up and whips him to the ropes. Dropkick! No! Martyr catches the ropes, and Kurtis crashes and burns mid-ring! Martyr leaps into
his corner. Astros and Casino are both calling for a tag. Chad Kurtis slowly begins to rise, and Martyr tags in… Chris Casino! Donovan Astros stomps
his feet and curses Martyr who smirks and brushes him off.

ROB MARTINEZ: Great teamwork on the NAPW side.

Chris Casino finally nails his Running STO, flattening “The Show” in the ring, before he can make a tag in his corner. He scrambles to his feet, hits the
ropes, and NAILS an elbow drop, then hooks the leg. One! And a kickout at one. Chris Casino angrily glares at the REBEL referee, and mimics a faster count.
BILL HEWSON: I think that Chris Casino thinks Dale McDonald is favouring Team REBEL.

JACK JONES: Didn’t you see that slow count on Chad Kurtis? Chris Casino might have just won this if it weren’t for that!

BILL HEWSON: It was a one count, Jack Attack. Let’s not get ridiculous here.

Regardless, Chris Casino pulls up “The Show” Chad Kurtis and locks him up. He motions that he’s planning to hit the Brainbuster, and goes for the lift…
but Kurtis manages to hook one of Casino’s legs! Casino tries again, but Chad Kurtis is tenacious. The Show manages to fight out, and hits a toe kick on
Casino that staggers him. The Show hits the ropes… rebounds… CASINO SUPERKICK! Kurtis’ teeth may have just landed in the front row! He staggers and
goes to faceplant, but Chris Casino catches him. Matthew Kurtis, Assman and Murcielago all reach out to try and tag the Show, but Casino laughs and pulls
him closer to the NAPW corner, then hooks up with the double underhook! He turns Chad Kurtis over! The fans reach a fever pitch! Donovan Astros taps his
shoulder! BANKRUPT!

JACK JONES: This is OVER!

Chris Casino hooks the leg, but Dale McDonald waves it off! Casino’s face turns red, and he DEMANDS that McDonald count! The referee is adamant, Chris Casino
is no longer the legal man! Casino is on his feet, raging at the referee, then turns to his corner… to see that Donovan Astros isn’t there!

Astros is in the ring. He’s got Chad Kurtis up, and Astros is laughing.

ASTROCIDE! Astros’ version of Casino’s Bankrupt! Oh my…

One!

Two!

THREKICKOUT!

ROB MARTINEZ: OH MY GOD!

The fans EXPLODE. Donovan Astros can’t believe what just happened. He pins again! One! Two! Kickout! Astros angrily pulls up the Show, shouts something
at the REBEL corner, and locks up the double underhook again. ASTRO-no! The Show shoves Donovan away! Astros turns… SUPERKICK! Both men collapse in the
ring. McDonald starts counting them down. All three men in the REBEL corner start stomping their feet, trying to rally Chad Kurtis. The fans here tonight
start clapping along with them, and a chant of “SHOW! SHOW! SHOW!” begins. Astros and Kurtis both start stirring as the count reaches four. Chad Kurtis
is crawling PAINFULLY slowly towards the REBEL corner. Donovan Astros leaps into his corner, tagging in Jake Phoenix! The Career Killer storms the ring,
grabbing Chad Kurtis by the leg. He starts to pull Kurtis back towards the NAPW corner, but Chad hops up, ENZUGIRI! Phoenix doesn’t fall… but staggers
backward enough for Chad Kurtis to tag in The Assman!

HOT TAG!

Mike Trey is a house of fire, nailing a Running Neckbreaker on Jake Phoenix that floors the Career Killer. Team NAPW storm the ring! Casino takes a Snapmare
Driver! Donovan Astros gets a Russian Legsweep! Sebastien Martyr is whipped to the corner, and the Assman follows up with a Monkey Flip that sends him
skipping across the mat! The crowd is on its feet!

BILL HEWSON: Mike “The Assman” Trey has just CLEANED HOUSE!

JACK JONES: Who is this guy!? And WHY IS HE BEATING UP OUR TEAM!?

ROB MARTINEZ: You want to know who he is, Jack Jones? You listen to all of these fans!

“ASS-MAN! ASS-MAN! ASS-MAN!”

Martyr, Casino and Astros all roll out of the ring as Dale McDonald reasserts control. Jake Phoenix has rises, and charges at the Assman, who sidesteps.
The Career Killer rebounds off the roes, Assman grabs the head… Bulldog! And a cover! One! Two! Only two. Trey is totally unconcerned. He pops up, wiggles
his butt, and heads for a neutral corner. Phoenix shakes his head out, climbs to his feet, and turns just in time to sidestep an attempted Double Axehandle
from the second rope! He spins, snarling, trying to catch the scrappy Brit, but Assman ducks aside, rolls back… and stops, curled in a ball, hand extending
from between his legs!

JACK JONES: What the hell?

ROB MARTINEZ: Classic! Classic British technical style!

The Career Killer is as perplexed as Jack Jones. He’s stopped dead in his tracks and is staring down at the extended hand, frowning. He turns to his corner,
and all three men shake their heads and wave their arms “NO!” He turns to the crowd, who all start cheering “YES!” He glares back down at the hand, snorts,
takes it… ARMBAR LOCKED IN! Jake Phoenix HOWLS in angry pain and starts bouncing toward the ropes, and the crowd goes wild!

ROB MARTINEZ: Lady Of The Lake! Works every time!

The Assman, his armbar cinched in, cries for Phoenix to tap, but the Career Killer catches the ropes, and McDonald starts counting to five. At four, Trey
releases the hold, and mugs for the crowd, shaking his booty. The fans love it! Jake Phoenix snarls and pulls himself up, then ducks aside when Assman
goes to lock up with him again, reaching out to tag in Martyr… nope! He tags in Donovan Astros instead, and flips Martyr the bird! Astros rushes into
the ring, and starts exchanging STIFF chops with Assman! The crowd “WOO”s along with many of them, but the fresher Astros starts to gain the upper hand,
driving Mike Trey into a neutral corner, then locks up for the BUTTERFLY SUPLEX. Assman lands hard, clutching at his back, and scrambles into his corner,
tagging in The Angry American! Matthew Kurtis rushes at Donovan Astros, who ducks a clothesline and tags back in The Career Killer! Jake Phoenix climbs
back into the ring, and the crowd cheers as both big men finally square off against each other. For a moment, no words are said… then the FISTS ARE FLYING!
Kurtis! Phoenix! Kurtis! Phoenix! Kurtis! Phoenix! Kurtis! Kurtis! KURTIS! And BAM, SPINEBUSTER flattens Phoenix! Jake Phoenix tries to roll away, but
Matthew Kurtis grabs hold of him and starts pulling him up, and gets a shot to the abdomen for his trouble. Jake Phoenix pulls free, hits the ropes for
momentum, and rushes at Kurtis for the Short Arm Clothesline, but Matthew Kurtis ducks aside! Jake Phoenix nearly careens into Dale McDonald, but stops
short of clobbering the referee. McDonald breathes a sigh of relief and Phoenix turns… CLOTHESLINE FROM HELL! But The Career Killer ducks aside! And
Senior Referee Dale McDonald is sent up and over the ropes and CRASHES to ringside!

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh Momma NO!

Matthew Kurtis looks over the ropes at the crumpled zebra, wincing with apologetic sympathy. The Angry American starts to turn, but suddenly the Career
Killer has an arm around his neck, and pulls Kurtis down for a SICK Backbreaker over his knee! The crowd boos as Matthew Kurtis bounces back up, clutching
at his spine and howling, and Phoenix presses his attack… he hooks up with Kurtis and is signalling for the TOMBSTONE! He hauls up the giant Angry American!
Phoenix turns, Matthew Kurtis up for the piledriver…

And LOVELY LYNDSEY VALENTINE comes off the top rope!

FLYING CLOTHESLINE!

JACK JONES: HOLY HELL!

BILL HEWSON: Where’d she even come from!

The Career Killer is BEHEADED, crumpling over with The Angry American crashing down on top of him! The crowd goes NUTS! Jake Phoenix angrily pushes Kurtis
off of him and scrambles to his feet! He wheels around… TOE KICK! BLOODY VALENTINE! The Career Killer has been LAID OUT! Holy hell! Lyndsey Valentine
kips up and raises an arm, the crowd cheering… but then Donovan Astros has her by the hair! He cackles and locks her up for his Astrocide… but then
THE SHOW is coming off the top rope! Missile Dropkick! Lyndsey rolls out of the ring to safety, but things are totally breaking down! Chad Kurtis pulls
up Donovan Astros, but someone taps him on the shoulder, and when the Show turns… DARK DAZE! Martyr shouts over Chris Casino, then turns and gets YAKUZA
KICKED by Matthew Kurtis, who in turn gets his bad leg chop blocked by Chris Casino! Chad Kurtis rolls out of the ring, as Astros and Casino both start
STOMPING away at Matthew Kurthis’ leg. The Angry American HOWLS, and that gets both Murcielago and Assman charging into the ring! The Carolinas Champion
hits a clothesline that sends both himself and Donovan Astros spilling to ringside, while Assman starts throwing Knife Edge Chops at Chris Casino, driving
him towards the corner. This gives Matthew Kurtis time to roll out of the ring, clutching at his knee, and swearing loudly.

BILL HEWSON: Uh, oh. I hope Matthew Kurtis’ leg hasn’t been aggravated!

Sebastien Martyr has risen back to his feet and charges at the Assman, who sidesteps. Martyr crashes into Casino in the corner, and both men sag. At ringside,
Murcielago and Astros are exchanging blows, and Astros seems to be gaining some momentum. Back in the ring, The Assman, works the crowd, stomping his feet
and getting them fired up, then he wiggles his butt, rushes into the corner for a BUTT BUMP! The crowd starts chanting “ASS-MAN! ASS-MAN! ASS-MAN!” as
Martyr and Casino both crumple. Trey hauls up Chris Casino, pulls him to the middle of the ring, and sets him up for Assassination! Wait! Sebastien Martyr
is up! Martyr rushes over for a clothesline, but Assman’s ready for him, planting a kick that doubles him over! He catches hold of Martyr… DOUBLE ASSASSINATION!
ROB MARTINEZ: OH MY GOD!

Chris Casino and Sebastien Martyr are both DONE! The crowd is on it’s feet! Assman raises his arms triumphantly… and is suddenly being bent over backwards,
and grabbed around the waist! TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER! The Career Killer, seemingly still alive, spits down on him, and turns… Toe Kick! Lock Up! DROP TOP!
Murcielago strikes a pose, then turns as Donovan Astros charges him, catching him… SPINEBUSTER! Good lord, the power of the Carolinas Champion! He shouts
down at Lyndsey Valentine to get the referee back up. She nods and starts shaking Dale McDonald, but the zebra is still not moving. He turns… LOW BLOW!
BOO! Murcielago howls, clutching his junk, and Astros locks up for the Aztecan Suplex… but Murcielago POWERS OUT! He cinches up Astros… RELEASE GERMAN
SUPLEX! Astros bounces away across the ring, as Murcielago staggers to one knee, still clutching his swollen jewels. Astros pulls himself up in a corner,
and Murcielago charges him, but there’s NOBODY HOME! Murcielago crashes into the ring post, and the crowd GOANS with sympathy! He staggers back, turns,
and CATCHES Donovan Astros as his opponent goes for a running lariat! Astros shakes his head “NO!”… SIDE SLAM! With authority! Murcielago winces, and
clutches his shoulder, but hooks then leg! There’s STILL no ref… WAIT! Dale McDonald is back in the ring! Lyndsey Valentine seems to have revived him!
He crawls over to the pinfall, assuming that Murcielago and Astros are legal. The crowd is on it’s feet! ONE! TWO! Leg on the ropes! Murcielago pounds
the mat and angrily pulls Donovan Astros to his feet! He hooks up his head, pulls him up… DROP TOP! That’s ALL THE WROTE!

ONE!

TWO!

CHRIS CASINO!

Out of NOWHERE! He breaks up the pin with a perfect dropkick that sends Murcielago rolling toward his corner. The Carolinas Champion winces, and rises,
using the ropes. Dale McDonald slowly rises, and shouts at Chris Casino to get out of the ring, desperately trying to gain some semblance of order here,
but Casino takes three steps toward Murcielago… SUPERKICK! Murcielago SPILLS over the ropes to ringside… but not before “The Show” Chad Kurtis – the
only REBEL man up in their corner – tagged himself in. Ref notes the tag, and Chad Kurtis scrambles into the ring as Casino goes upstairs, oblivious, eyes
fixated on the prone Murcielago at ringside! Casino… FLYING ELBOW DROP! SPLAT, right into Murcielago’s heart! The crowd it on it’s feet! “HOLY SHIT!
HOLY SH-” But it’s cut off as Chad Kurtis hits the corner for the BEST! MOONSAULT! EVER!

But Donovan Astros got the legs up.

ROB MARTINEZ: NO! He was playing possum!

The Show crashes and burns, clutching his ribs and howling as Donovan Astros scrambles to his feet! He goes to grab Kurtis, but suddenly The Assman is there!
Donovan Astros ducks a European Uppercut, and suddenly Assman is face to face with Jake Phoenix! The Career Killer forcibly ejects the Assman from the
ring over the top rope, leaving Donovan Astros free to lock up Chad Kurtis for… ASTROCIDE! Not another one! He hooks the leg!

ONE!

Matthew Kurtis is trying to get into the ring!

TWO!

Sebastien Martyr grabs him by the legs and pulls him back to ringside!

THREE!

JENNY JERSEY: Here are your winners… Team NAPW… DONOVAN ASTROS! SEBASTIEN MARTYR! CHRIS CASINO! And “The Career Killer” JAKE PHOENIX!

JACK JONES: Yes! Yes! We won! In your FACE, Martinez! I was a little worried with that slow counting referee, but even he couldn’t stop the momentum of
the NAPW!

Lyndsey Valentine, at ringside, helps Matthew Kurtis – who is limping badly – to his feet. He grimly helps his brother Chad out of the ring. Across from
them, Mike “Assman” Trey helps up Murceilago. All four men look somewhat heartbroken…

“RE-BEL! RE-BEL! RE-BEL!”

But that sure as hell makes it all worth while doesn’t it. Murcielago and Assman crack smiles and glad hand with the fans a bit around the ring. Lyndsey
Valentine and Chad Kurtis, however, help Matthew backstage.

BILL HEWSON: Hell of a showdown here tonight between eight fantastic athletes. I certainly hope that Matthew Kurtis isn’t hurt too badly, as we want to
see him back in action next week at NAPW’s TAGSTRAVAGANZA show.

JACK JONES: I’ll admit, they’re all phenomenal wrestlers, even the REBEL guys – they impressed me here tonight – but in the end, the better promotion won.
ROB MARTINEZ: And yet the NAPW fans are cheering for the REBEL wrestlers. Because our guys aren’t dickheads. Go figure.

In the ring, Jake Phoenix and Donovan Astros are celebrating, while Sebastien Martyr collects Chris Casino from ringside. Martyr and Casino roll into the
ring, and get to their feet. Chris Casino smirks, “See, under my leadership, we couldn’t lose! Hope you two rookies learnt something tonight, watching
me win this match for us.” He extends a hand to Donovan Astros, but Astros just glances at the Career Killer, and both men turn and leave, totally blowing
off the former champion. Casino shrugs and looks at Martyr. “There’s gratitude for you.”

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

“Supernova Goes Pop” by Powerman 5000 hits the speakers and the Canadian crowd gives a good pop for the man that emerges from the back.

JENNY JERSEY: Coming to the ring first, he hails from Batavia, New York and weighed in tonight at 215 pounds…Chris “The Sparx” Corstenoca!!!

The number one contender for the title makes his way to the ring, slapping the outstretched hands of fans along ringside. He climbs into the ring, hits
a corner and gets another great reaction from the crowd.

“Here Comes The Champ!” by Jadakiss replaces Powerman and the cheers turn into a loud chorus of boos.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent, he hails from North Carolina and weighs in tonight at 245 pounds….The NAPW Owner AND the REBEL Heavyweight Champion…Rex
Caliber!!!

Caliber comes out from the back to intense heat from the crowd. Maybe it’s because of his recent actions in REBEL or the fact that his manager Static is
toting the American Flag with him. The duo, complete with half a dozen of Rex Caliber Fan Club members head to the ring while “The Sparx” looks on.

ROB MARTINEZ: This is it, our main event is only seconds from happening and I cannot wait! Rex Caliber has turned his back on everyone if his fans and made
a mockery of the REBEL Heavyweight Title. Meanwhile what a Cinderella story it would be if “The Sparx” won the belt in only his second match with the company?
Caliber is now inside the ring and instead of handing the Heavyweight Title to the referee he passes it off to Static who is standing ringside. Static holds
the belt high above his head and hurls insults at the fans along ringside. The referee asks if both men are ready to go, gets a definite “yes” in return
from both competitors and calls for the bell!

ROB MARTINEZ: Here we go! The biggest match in REBEL history is now underway!

The pair go to lock up but Rex drives a boot into the gut of Chris that stops him in his tracks. A pair of stiff right hands back “The Sparx” up against
the ropes where he’s Irished whipped off by Caliber. Chris ducks a Caliber clothesline and rebounds off the opposite ropes with a leaping forearm shot
to the head of the champ! Rex scrambles to his feet and takes a deep armdrag from Chris that sends him back to the mat. Caliber again quickly gets to his
feet and takes a picture perfect dropkick from Corstenoca that sends him over the tope rope and down to the floor below! A pair of members from Calibers
fan club rush over and check on their hero as “The Sparx” looks at the crowd and smirks. As the fan club members help Rex to his feet, Corstenoca hits
the trio with a rolling helo over the tope rope! All four men are laid out but the crowd is on their feet after the amazing high risk move. Corstenoca
pulls himself up, grabs Caliber and rolls him back into the ring before climbing in after him. Inside, “The Sparx” covers Caliber for the pin but gets
just a count of one.

ROB MARTINEZ: Corstenoca is trying to end this early and to be honest I don’t blame him. Rex has a huge advantage when it comes to big match environment
while this is Corstenoca’s first shot at a top title in this industry.

Corstenoca has pulled Rex to his feet and peppers him with several lightning quick left forearm shots to the head. One scoop slam later and the REBEL Champion
is laying flat on his back in the center of the ring. Corstenoca goes to the near turnbuckle, scales to the top and takes flight! Rex moves at the last
possible second as Corstenoca crashes and burns with his elbow drop attempt! Rex gets to his feet and hits the near ropes nailing a rising “Sparx” with
a Yakuza kick to the side of the head. Rex again comes off the ropes this time hitting a jumping knee drop across the chest of Corstenoca. Instead of going
for a pin, Caliber grinds his forearm across the face of the challenger. Corstenoca shoves him off and tries to get to his feet only to have a knee driven
into his ribs by Caliber. Rex hooks Corstenoca and takes him over with a T Bone suplex! Chris uses the ring ropes to tries and pull himself up but takes
a running knee from Caliber that sends him through the ropes and down to the floor. Caliber rolls to the outside and pulls a dazed Corstenoca to his feet.
With Static cheering him on, Rex takes Corstenoca up and over with a snap suplex onto the floor!

ROB MARTINEZ: Corstenoca is in trouble as long as he lets Caliber dictate the pace of this match.

Rex drags “The Sparx” off the floor and shots him shoulder first into the ringpost. Corstenoca staggers away from the post and gets dropped by a clothesline
from Caliber! Static rushes over and holds the REBEL title in the face of Chris. Chris tries to push him away but Caliber lays into him with several kicks.
Static hands the belt off to a fan club member and joins his partner in what looks like a street mugging. The duo pull Corstenoca to his feet and Static
holds him as Rex grabs a chair from ringside. Rex swings for the fences but Corstenoca ducks down and it’s Static that gets clobbered by the chair! Static
spins and drops to all fours from the force of the blow. Rex looks down at his manager and Corstenoca hits a dropkick to the back of Caliber that sends
him sprawling on top of his former tag team partner! The crowd erupt in laughs as the camera shows that Caliber has landed on Static to make it look like
they are…Well think “Brokeback Mountain.” Not that there’s anything wrong with that. Chris reaches down and pulls Caliber off of his partner but takes
a back elbow to the face. Rex spins around and with chair still in hand slams it across the head of Chris “The Sparx” Corstenoca!

ROB MARTINEZ: Good Lord! That shot could be heard all the way in the cheap seats of the arena!

Chris is slumped against the ring barrier and we see a trickle of blood running down his forehead. He barely has time to get a hand up before Caliber cracks
him again with the now dented chair. Caliber tosses the chair away, grabs hold of a dazed Corstenoca and rolls him into the ring. Static is also back to
his feet and he passes something off to Caliber before the champ rolls into the ring. Corstenoca has gotten to his feet and turns just as Caliber jabs
something into his forehead that drops him like a fallen tree! The camera zooms in on what Caliber is holding and we see that it’s a damn screwdriver!
Caliber quickly mounts Corstenoca and starts to dig the tip of the screwdriver into the open wound of “The Sparx.” Corstenoca is able to shove Caliber
off and he scrambles to get back to his feet. Rex sticks the screwdriver into his boot and drives his knee into the back of the now bloody challenger.
Caliber whips Corstenoca into the ropes and nails him with a Samoan drop! He quickly goes for a cover but the young challenger kicks out at two!

ROB MARTINEZ: Corstenoca is still in this! But the question is how much more punishment can he take?

Rex is all smiles as he pulls Corstenoca back to his feet. Rex shoots him into the near turnbuckle and follows him in with a clothesline. “The Sparx” gets
a boot up into the face cheap cialis of the charging Rex Caliber! Corstenoca quickly pulls himself up to the second turnbuckle and hits a leaping tornado DDT! Chris
is a bloody mess but he rolls over and drapes an arm across the chest of Caliber. The Champ kicks out at two! Both men struggle up to their feet and Corstenoca
hooks the champ from behind and hits his Face Bomb! Instead of going for a pin, Corstenoca rolls to the outside and throws back the ring skirt. Chris pulls
out a trash can that’s filled with all kinds of plunder and it gets a big pop from the crowd! Chris shoves the trash can inside the ring and pulls himself
up onto the ring apron. Rex is getting to his feet just as Corstenoca springboards off the top rope and hits a seated plancha on the Champion! Corstenoca
hooks a leg but Caliber kicks out at two. Corstenoca quickly goes to the trash can, upturns it and a pile of goodies fall out to the mat.

ROB MARTINEZ: It wouldn’t be REBEL without a trash can or lethal weapons!

Rex is getting back to his feet and Corstenoca hurls the trash can at him and it bounces off the bald head Caliber. Caliber drops onto his ass and is Corstenoca
nails him in the face with a basement dropkick! Corstenoca wipes blood from his eyes and walks over to the plunder laying on the mat. He picks up a pizza
cutter and walks over to Caliber who is trying to get to his feet. “The Sparx” comes up from behind Caliber and starts to run the pizza cutter back and
forth across the forehead of the REBEL Champion! Rex is howling in pain and flailing his arms trying to break free from Corstenoca. Chris shoves Rex to
the mat and returns to the plunder. He drops the pizza cutter and picks up a staple gun as the crowd pops big time! The camera catches Caliber resting
canada online pharmacy viagra on his knees and we see that the pizza cutter has sliced him open horribly. Corstenoca approaches Caliber with the staple gun but takes a low blow that
drops him! Rex grabs the dropped staple gun and pops one into the forehead of Corstenoca!

ROB MARTINEZ: Both of these men are willing to go to any length to win this match! I can only wonder if they’ll even be able to stand once this thing is
over.

A bloodied Rex puts another staple into the head of Corstenoca and drops the staple gun onto the mat before rolling to the outside. Static has recovered
from the earlier chair shot and is dragging something out from under the ring. Caliber lends a hand and they produce a huge board with reams of barbed
wire on it! They slide the board into the ring and Caliber climbs in after it. Corstenoca is getting to his feet and takes a hangmans neckbreaker from
Caliber that puts him back onto the mat. Caliber returns to his board of barbed wire and props it up against a corner. Corstenoca is pulled to his feet
and Caliber shoots him into the corner with the board. It’s reversed and it looks like Caliber is going to go into the barbed wire! Reversed again and
it’s Corstenoca who hits the barbed wire board back first! The crowd groans as they see Chris try to pull his flesh free of the barbed wire. Meanwhile
Rex has found the stash of goodies that Corstenoca has brought into the ring and grabs an item to his liking. It’s a large black bag and Caliber unties
it, turns it over and pours out thousands of thumbtacks!

ROB MARTINEZ: This is getting a little to out of hand, even for a REBEL match!

Caliber spreads the tacks around the mat with his boot and tosses the empty bag out into the crowd. Corstenoca has freed himself from the barbed wire board
and walks straight into a kick to the gut from the champ! Caliber pulls him into position for him Planetary Collision and the crowd holds it’s breath.
Corstenoca reverses the move into a backdrop and Caliber lands in the sea of tacks! The crowd both cheer and groan as the camera zooms in on the thumbtack
covered back of Rex Caliber! Sparx Star Press! One! Two! Thr..NO!! Caliber kicks out somehow! Corstenoca pulls a bloodied and tack covered Rex to his feet
and nails the Novocain! One! Two! Again Rex kicks out at three! Corstenoca looks frustrated as he rolls to the outside. Chris once more goes generic cialis under the
ring and pulls out everyones favorite toy. A table! Chris slides in the table, climbs in after it and sets the table up in the center of the ring. Rex
is now to his feet and takes a sharp right hand to the head. Corstenoca hoists up Caliber and places him on the top turnbuckle. Corstenoca starts to climb
up after Rex and the crowd is standing.

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh my God. I think he’ going for it all right here, it looks like he wants to hit his Kronick Krunch through the table he just set up!

Indeed that is what Corstenoca is going to attempt. However he forgot about one thing, something that Caliber is all to happy to remind him off. Rex slips
the screwdriver out of his boot and jabs it into the head of Chris “The Sparx” Corstenoca! The challenger drops down to the mat and Caliber eases himself
down to the second turnbuckle. Caliber tosses the screwdriver away, grabs the head of Corstenoca and pulls it between his legs. With a great effort Caliber
hoists Corstenoca up for what looks to be a powerbomb off the second rope…

But No!

Caliber is able to get Corstenoca up for his Planetary Collision and comes off the second turnbuckle with it! They smash through the table and the crowd
gives them a loud and happy “Holy Shit!” both men lay in the wreckage for what seems like an eternity before Caliber is able to roll Corstenoca over for
the pin attempt. One! Two! Three! It’s over!

ROB MARTINEZ: What a match! REBEL just showed that we’re not about to play second fiddle to anyone, including NAPW!

Static is in the ring and pulls the Champ out of the smashed table.

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of this match…And still REBEL Heavyweight Champion…REX CALIBER!!!!

Static and a handful of members from the Caliber fan club pull the champ out of the ring. Static drapes the belt over the shoulder of a nearly unconscious
Champion.

ROB MARTINEZ: He might have lost here tonight but Chris “The Sparx” Corstenoca just took a major leap in his career! From now on REBEL better be on notice…Because
“The Sparx” is legit!

Speaking of “The Sparx” He’s trying to get to his feet and the crowd gives him a huge ovation for his efforts. He smiles through a blood covered face and
is able to get up to a vertical base. Now the entire crowd is giving him a standing ovation and it’s easy to tell that tonight could be the highlight of
this young mans career.

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A shot of the commentary table, with all three men recovering from watching the bloody, epic REBEL title match.

BILL HEWSON: Rob Martinez, that was one hell of a REBEL title match. I don’t know what to think about Rex Caliber’s recent actions as owner of NAPW, reforming
The Crimes mark 2, but you can’t deny the man’s sheer ability and guts in the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: That match was what REBEL is all about, but the real story of the match for me was this kid Chris Corstenoca. I see big things in the future
for “The Sparx.”

BILL HEWSON: Rob, it’s been a pleasure to call the show alongside you tonight.

ROB MARTINEZ: The feeling is mutual, I’m already looking forward to the next supershow. Bill, Jack, I’ll see you later.

Martinez makes his exit. Jack Attack remains silent until he’s well gone.

JACK JONES: What was that? The announcer appreciation club? Rob Martinez couldn’t carry this stick.

BILL HEWSON: I don’t know, it was a nice change of pace. Working with a true professional.

JACK JONES: I am a professional, doofus.

BILL HEWSON: I don’t think you can BE a professional loan shark, Jack Attack. The first half of our double main event is over, and it was Rex Caliber retaining
his REBEL Heavyweight title. The second of two major title matches is coming up next… will we see retentions across the board, or will the NAPW title
change hands? Let’s take a look at the history between Simply Beautiful and the champion… Ravager.
January 9, 2007

The crowd is on their feet at the tenacity of this man. Ravager lunges at Simply Beautiful with a clothesline, and Simply Beautiful ducks. But Ravager hits
the ropes and comes back full force with a sick, sick lariat, that flips Simply Beautiful in the air until he hits the mat. Ravager, with his bloody face
and frenzied expression, drops to his knees, and covers the prone Simply Beautiful. Kiebiech counts the pin with a one, two, THREE!

SB looks up… hesitates… and then grabs the hand. Ravager pulls him up to his feet and gives a firm handshake, slapping SB on the shoulder and mouthing
words we can not hear.

March 13, 2007

Ravager scrambles to his feet and takes a forearm shot to the head from SB! Another shot has Ravager stumbling! Simply Beautiful hits the near ropes and
goes for another forearm shiver but Ravager ducks under, hooks SB and finally nails his Last Resort! The referee drops to the mat and slaps it three times
as Simply Beautiful is unable to kick out!

FRANK WARBURTON: Your winner, and still NAPW Champion….Ravager!

BILL HEWSON: Simply Beautiful showed everyone tonight that he belongs in the main events here in NAPW!

March 27, 2007

Martyr turns! SEXXXYKI… MARTYR DUCKS ASIDE! IRISH WHIP and SIMPLY BEAUTIFUL SAILS OVER THE ROPES! SEBASTIEN MARTYR HAS OVERCOME THE ODDS! He drops to
he knees and raises his arms! THIS MATCH IS OVER! CALL IT FRANK WARBURTON!

Or maybe you should wait for Simply Beautiful to finish skinning that cat.

He drops into the ring, just as Sebastien Martyr realises that the bell hasn’t gone! He turns, eyes flashing, and LUNGES at Simply Beautiful! A clothesline
sends BOTH MEN OVER THE ROPES! Both men grab the ropes, landing more or less on their feet on the apron. Martyr turns to strike… SEXXYKICK!

AND THAT’S ALL SHE WROTE!

FRANK WARBURTON: The winner of SOLE SURVIVOR… SIMPLEEEEEEYYYYYYYYY BEAUTIFULLLLLLLLLL!

BILL HEWSON: What a night this has been! Simply Beautiful has won the biggest match of his entire career, perhaps the biggest match of the year for NAPW!
AND HE WILL WRESTLE… FOR THE NAPW TITLE… MAY 15th, LIVE IN EDMONTON ON THE FIRST NAPW/REBEL SUPERSHOW!
FRANK WARBURTON: Ladies and gentlemen, it is time for the New Alberta Pro Wrestling CHAMPIONSHIP BOUT.

“STONE COLD CRAZY!”

Crazy? Crazy like THE EDMONTON FANS! They’ve witnessed a long night of wrestling, they’ve witnessed some emotional matches, and some violent ones. But it’s
time for main event between arguably the two most popular NAPW wrestlers. Period. And first out comes the man, the myth, the legend… sporting his usual
cocky grin and sunglasses…Simply Beautiful! He comes to the ring quickly, slapping a few hands before rolling in and hitting the corner. Referee Dick
Kiebiech slips quietly into the ring after SB. The Italian Stallion pulls of his sunglasses to reveal eyes at odds with his demeanor. In one word: Focused.
SB waits then and the fans turn their attention to the curtain as the lights go out. Flashing and then flickering lights as Four Cellos fill the auditory
landscape.

It builds to a crescendo.

PATH.

Calmly striding from the curtain, all business with a look of deadly intensity on his eyes, with the NAPW Championship belt around his waist…, is the
one and only Ravager. The champion looks over the hundreds of roaring fans, stomping and cheering. The champ takes his time getting to the ring, stepping
to the apron and wiping his feet before going through the ropes. He steps on the bottom turnbuckle and looks out again, arms stiffly by his side. Finally,
Ravager drops down and the introductions begin.

FRANK WARBURTON: The following contest is scheduled for one fall at a sixty minute time limit, and is for the Undisputed NAPW Championship! The referee
in charge at the bell, senior official Dick Kiebiech! Now, introducing the competitors…

First, wearing blue and black… weighing in at two-hundred and thirty-five pounds, he is the 2007 Sole Survivor winner… ladies and gentlemen, from Staten
Island, New York, the former Pure Honor champion, The Italian Stallion, SIMPLLLLLLLLY BEAUTIFULLLLLLLL!

To my left wearing black… He comes to the ring today weighing in at two-hundred and ten pounds. He is a multiple-time champion here in NAPW and tonight,
is defending his NAPW title for a record sixth time… ladies and gentlemen, from Brooklyn New York… The Last Resort, The White-Collar Assassin, the
NAPW CHAMPIONNNNNNNN … RAVAGERRRRRRR!

The crowd showers both men with applause. Referee Dick Kiebiech pats down Simply Beautiful, then proceeds across the ring to do the same to Ravager. The
champion never takes his eyes off of SB, even while surrending the title belt to Kiebiech, who holds it above his head and displays to the capacity Polish
Hall crowd exactly what is on the line. The ultimate prize.

DING DING DING.

BILL HEWSON: And that is the bell to start this match-up! What an unbelievable night of action it has been and this has the potential to top them all! Ravager,
Simply Beautiful, NAPW title on the line!

SB and Ravager meet at the center of the ring, the champion extending his hand to SB, who hesitates only briefly. They shake and begin to circle.

BILL HEWSON: SB a tiny bit cautious of the handshake by Ravager, but over the course of this year both men have gained a great deal of respect for one another.
Ravager has not always been known for playing fair, shall we say, but he has been a trend-setter as NAPW champion with decisive and clean victories for
five title defenses now.

JACK JONES: There is nobody in the business that can match the intensity level of Ravager, Bill Hewson. Not for nothing that Simply Beautiful is 0-2 against
Ravager in singles competition. But you’re talking about a man in Simply Beautiful that at Sole Survivor II, got the hell beaten out of him and then came
back out to win the big 30-man Sole Survivor match. I’m not a “fan” of either man but they bring an awful lot to this dance.

BILL HEWSON: Simply Beautiful has had some huge moments in NAPW, defeated some top stars, but he has never pinned Ravager. He has not held the NAPW championship.
You have to believe he’s looking to change that statistic here tonight!

Feeling out process sees Ravager grab a headlock. Simply Beautiful counters and takes Ravager down by the legs, grabbing an overhead wristlock. Ravager
forces his way back up, reversing, SB flips forward and back up, continuing to hold on. He pushes forward and gets his leg behind Ravager’s knees, forcing
the man down to the canvas. SB pushes forward, then leaps up while still holding Ravager’s hands to drive his knees into the champion’s midsection. Ravager
grunts in pain as SB grabs one arm, going for the Fujiwara Armbar! He’s trying to get it on and put this one away early but quickly Ravager makes it to
the ropes. Clean break and SB wins the first exchange!

JACK JONES: The last two times these men went at it, they were trash-talking in the middle of the ring. Now they’re, what do they call it, wrestling to
start off. Things have changed, Bill Hewson.

BILL HEWSON: As I said, a great deal of respect between these two men stemming from the two tremendous encounters they’ve already had this year. Right now
Simply Beautiful displaying some of his technical wrestling skills. It’s easy to forget, given the man’s flashy tendencies, just how good of a Wrestler
he can be.

JACK JONES: I guarantee you Ravager hasn’t forgotten.

They hook-up again and Ravager once again takes control with a headlock. Easy enough for SB to maneuver behind for a belly-to-back suplex, no, Ravager throws
his weight forward and takes SB down to the canvas. SB reaches around, trying to get a hold, he slips out of the headlock and goes for the arm, Ravager
switches it up and gets a headscissors! SB tries to squirm free, can’t, so he does a headstand and flips out of it! SB on Ravager, looking for the advantage,
but Ravager suddenly on top! He gets a cravate, going for The Garotte! SB feels it coming and this time it’s SB scrambling to the ropes, hooking his foot
across the bottom for a break. It’s clean, both men back up to their feet. SB and Ravager eye each other…

Ravager cracks a smile.

The barest of smiles, but nonetheless. SB snorts and they tie-up again, this time Ravager wins and he throws a european uppercut into SB’s jaw. “EYYYYYY!”
SB fires back with a chop. “WHOOOO!” Ravager with a european uppercut again, then a chop of his own, OOOOOH. You could feel that one just by watching!
He backs SB into the ropes, irish whip, knee to the breadbasket sends SB stumbling over. Ravager grabs the arms and pulls them out, driving his knee into
the back of SB’s neck and back in a modified surfboard stretch. SB shakes his head no as Kiebiech asks if there is a submission, then begins to get up,
trying to turn things around, twisting. SB gets behind Ravager, belly-to-back this time, Ravager flips out behind, SB ducks a sudden lariat attempt, then
grabs Ravager for a quick side Russian Leg Sweep! Nice move by SB and he’s quick to take advantage, hitting the ropes and springboarding off with a big
elbow, catching the rising Ravager right in the mush. First cover of the match one, two, champion kicks out. But there’s no time wasted by SB as he chops
the champ in the bare chest, WHOOOO! Again, WHOOOO! He has him in the corner, CHOP! CHOP! CHOP! Ravager gets fed up with that and throws an uppercut into
SB’s jaw, then several forearm shots! SB is reeling!

JACK JONES: And this isn’t how Simply Beautiful is going to win the title, you can’t trade strikes with Ravager! Simply Beautiful has to stick with his
game plan, wear the man down and then go high-risk!

SB in the corner and Ravager chops…

SB screams “COME ON, THAT ALL YOU GOT?!”

Ravager shrugs and UNLEASHES a lethal chop! A sickening echo rises up, SB cringes, but grits his teeth and screams “COME ON! COME ON! COME ON!” CHOP!

SB CHOPS BACK

RAVAGER CHOP!

SB CHOPS BACK

RAVAGER CHOP!

SB CHOPS BACK! SB CHOPS! CHOPS! CHOPS! FOREARM! FOREARM! RAVAGER IS ON THE ROPES AND SB IS ALL OVER HIM!

BILL HEWSON: You’re right, Jack Jones, usually you don’t want to exchange strikes with Ravager but Simply Beautiful just won a war of chops with the champion!
Ravager is covering up in the ropes and Kiebiech has to get between the two men! Clean break, but then SB… OH my GOD! Another huge chop! Ravager’s chest
is swelling open!

JACK JONES: That chest needs a tan as it is, now it’s like Snow White all over Ravager’s pecs — red on white!

Simply Beautiful is gaining momentum here from the tremendous energy of the fans, and he is actually destroying Ravager in a war of strikes! Ravager takes
another chop, grimacing, then tries to throw a headbutt at SB. He stuns the man momentarily, but SB screams and forearms Ravager in the side of the head
stiffly! Onetwothree rapid forearms in the side of the head, Ravager against the ropes, SB sends him off and CATCHES him square in the mouth with a spinning
heel kick! One, two, kick-out, SB races the ropes and hits the SPIN DOCTOR neckbreaker on Ravager —- standing moonsault connects! One, two, and another
kick-out by the champion PAINKILLER! SIMPLY BEAUTIFUL HAS IT LOCKED ON, RAVAGER LETTING OUT A YELL OF PAIN! “ARGH!” “Do you want to give it up, Ravager?
Ravager do you want to give it up”? “Argh — NO. NO.” Simply Beautiful reaching back on the Painkiller!

Ravager tries to scott around! Can he… he can’t seem to get that foot on the ropes!

SB wrenches back! COULD WE HAVE A NEW CHAMPION — RAVAGER ROLLS OVER SOMEHOW! SB’S SHOULDERS DOWN!

ONE! TWO! KICKOUT!

Simply Beautiful has to kick-out there, and it breaks the hold, but Ravager is feeling the effects. And SB knows it. He hammerlocks the damaged right arm
behind Ravager’s back, pick-up, back suplex on the arm! SB finally gets it and how. SB driving his forearms into the right shoulder and upper arm. He’s
targetted. Wait a minute, Ravager with a desperate left-hand chop. He stuns SB, runs off the ropes, SB with a flying enziguri out of nowhere! From a literal
stunned standing position, right upside Ravager’s head! The champ goes down and SB is right on the arm, holding it extending and driving the point of his
elbow into the shoulder. Ram, ram, ram! Judas Priest style, RAM IT DOWN. Wait, what? SB locks the hand up and puts Ravager on his shoulder for a scoop
slam, again with the arm behind the man’s back!

BILL HEWSON: This is not the match we expected to see, Jack Jones! Simply Beautiful has brought his absolute A-Game here tonight and clearly, he knows he
can’t simply wrestle his usual match against the champion. But I never thought we’d see SB beat Ravager at Ravager’s own game!

JACK JONES: He’s outwrestled him, he’s out-hit him, and now he’s latched onto that injured body part like a pit bull! And if Ravager can’t use that right
arm, how’s he going to hit the Lariat that put SB away once? How’s he going to have the strength to hit the Dragon Suplex? Simply Beautiful is taking away
all of Ravager’s most potent moves by taking away the arm!

SB has Ravager on the canvas with an arm-bar, catching his own breath while ensuring Ravager does not have the same opportunity. Slowly the two men take
their feet, SB still holding on, as Ravager drives elbows into the mid-section of Simply Beautiful. Third time’s a charm as SB can’t hold on with pounding
on his diaphragm. Ravager holding his arm in pain, but hits the ropes and tries for

THE LARIAT!

SB ducks underneath! Ravager grabs the ropes and stops running, SB charges, dumped up and over by Ravager, SB lands on the apron, fires at Ravager, blocked,
HEADBUTT SB ALL THE WAY TO THE CONCRETE! Simply Beautiful crashes throat first against the guardrail. He’s getting up and wait a minute, what the hell
is Ravager thinking? Ravager looking at SB, waiting til he gets up, hits the ropes, SUICIDE DIVE THROUGH THE ROPES TO THE FLOOR! RAVAGER WIPES OUT SIMPLY
BEAUTIFUL ON THE FLOOR!

JACK JONES: HOLY HELL!

BILL HEWSON: Ravager went high-risk and came up big! This could be the turning point of the match-up if he can work around his injured arm! That was almost
a page out of Simply Beautiful’s playbook right there, Jones!

JACK JONES: It’s all about the ten pounds of GOLLLLLD, Bill Hewson! Men put their bodies on the line to be the Champion, because that means you’re the BEST.
Ravager with a left hand chop on SB, clearly his right arm is damaged. SB fires a chop onto Ravager’s chest again, then tries to send Ravager shoulder first
into the steel ringpost, Ravager uses the momentum to sidestep and SB’s bell gets rung on the post instead. Ravager takes a moment to gain some energy,
but then grabs SB and rolls him into the ring to break the count, and Ravager is ascending to the top rope? Is he going for the diving headbutt? … HE
IS!

NAILED IT.

Ravager holding his head, leans back for a pin but can’t reach back to hook the leg due to his arm, still one, two, KICK OUT. Ravager’s face tells the story,
he needed to end it there, but he couldn’t hook the leg. And that puts him at a huge disadvantage. Ravager has Simply Beautiful up, Northern Lights Suplex!
Ravager bridges up, one, two, SB again kicks out! Would he have if Ravager’s arm was at full strength? Ravager again slow to get up, SB … Simply Beautiful
quite frankly looks slightly dazed, as if he does not know where he is. Ravager is behind the man LAST RESORT! He’s beaten Simply Beautiful with this move
before, if he gets it — Simply Beautiful suddenly fighting it for all he’s worth! Ravager can’t get the fingers locked behind SB’s head, and SB SUDDENLY
HAS THE ARM! THE RIGHT ARM! FUJIWARA ARMBAR AGAIN, PAINKILLER! But they’re not in the center of the ring, Ravager can get his foot on the bottom rope quickly.
SB breaks the hold, on his knees and holding his head, bowed over. Ravager is on his belly holding his arm, eyes closed tightly in pain. Kiebiech starts
his count, but SB reaches over to pin Ravager, holding Ravager’s right arm down! One, two, Ravager again gets his foot on the ropes. SB pulls it off and
reaches over, still holding the right arm, ONE, TWO, TH, Ravager squeaks the left shoulder up. SB holding onto the arm gets to his feet, pulling Ravager
up. Armtwist… heel hook kick! Nice combination by Simply Beautiful puts Ravager down, and suddenly he looks at the top rope! Ravager is in prone position
as Simply Beautiful springs to the bottom, the top, and off for the BEST!

MOONSAULT!

EVERRRRRRR!

ONTO THE KNEES!

BILL HEWSON: Ravager had that move well-scouted! HE ROLLS HIM UP! ONE! TWO! SB kicks out! Unbelievable! And wait a minute, Ravager with a german suplex!
Bridged! ONE! TWO! Simply Beautiful will not stay down for three!

JACK JONES: Ravager’s given SB some of his best shots and can’t keep him down. Now he’s doing it with one wing!

And once again he’s going up top! Ravager already hit the diving headbutt once this match, is he going for it again? We’ll never know, because Simply Beautiful
is up and follows Ravager to the top rope. He fires at Ravager, who fires back with left hand shots, not as effective as the right hand shots. They’re
battling it out on the top rope… who will get the maneuver? Ravager shoves SB off the top rope and flies, only to eat canvas. SB with a big Impact DDT,
and then he springs up to the top rope, facing the crowd. He doesn’t even look back, just FLIES, turning in mid-air to crash on Ravager with the NEW! YORK!
NIGHTMARE!

And it connects, SB up like a shot holding his midsection from the impact. Despite the pain he hooks a leg for ONE, TWO, THREEEEEEEEEE…

Foot on the rope.

FOOT ON THE ROPE.

JACK JONES: Ravager is lucky this isn’t a Pure Honor match, he’d be long out of rope breaks! He’s been saved by the ropes time and time again in this match!
Hewson, I didn’t think I’d be saying it, but Simply Beautiful is simply Dominating the champion!

BILL HEWSON: Simply Beautiful a split-second away from finally pinning Ravager, finally becoming the NAPW Champion after all this time! Ravager reaching
out to the ropes on pure instinct, just damn fortunate he was close enough to do it — but Simply Beautiful is going back up to the top rope!

JACK JONES: This is how he beat THE BEAST, Hewson!

BILL HEWSON: It was by three New York Nightmares that Simply Beautiful did it, and the same strategy will likely work on Ravager — NOBODY HOME! SB lands
on his feet! SEXYKICK — RAVAGER DUCKED! LARIAT — SB DUCKS — NO! RAVAGER FAKED HIM OUT! SMALL PACKAGE! ONE! TWO! THREE! It’s OVER! Oh my goodness!
FRANK WARBURTON: Here is your winner… and still NAPW CHAMPEEEEEN… RAVAGERRRRR!

The crowd is chanting “That was Awesome, clap clap clapclapclap.” Each man is laid out on the canvas, chests heaving up and down, they are spent. Kiebiech
gives the title belt to Ravager, who cradles it on his chest with his good arm. Simply Beautiful is on his back in the middle of the ring, hands to his
face, wearing a look of utter dismay.

BILL HEWSON: That was one hell of a match-up, and Ravager… Simply Beautiful may have had the best chance of taking the NAPW title belt from Ravager of
any of the challengers he has faced, perhaps even Chris Casino.

JACK JONES: Simply Beautiful dominated the match-up, there’s no question about it, Hewson. Ravager was fighting from behind from almost minute one, and
he’s rarely in that position. But that’s the mark of a champion… they find a way to win.

BILL HEWSON: A tremendous, world-class effort from Simply Beautiful but tonight is not his night…

Ravager is half-up, using the ropes, clearly just exhausted. His chest is disgustingly red from the chopfest SB unleashed on him. SB is up, hands on hips.
Ravager… extends the hand.

SB looks at it, lips pursed.

BILL HEWSON: Oh no. Not now.

JACK JONES: Well hey, it’s The Crimes come to applaud this tremendous match-up!

BILL HEWSON: Somehow I don’t think they’re here to watch… oh come on now! These two men just — David Banks and Lloyd Rees and Static are assaulting
two exhausted competitors! Rex Caliber nowhere to be seen, but you know this is on his card! The NAPW owner hates Ravager and now he’s after SB for spurning
his offer!

Ravager and SB have little left as the teams beat them up. Banks holds SB’s arms behind his back for LDK to slap him across the face, reminding him of their
existing hatred. “It don’t matter that it weren’t you, b’ye, ye shoulda been smart’er!” Static and Ravager — STATIC AND RAVAGER — Oh no! Funcrusher
by Static on Ravager! Rees with his DDT from the Green on SB, and now … what’s this? Oh no, come off it! The NAPW champion is defenseless! He throws
a punch-drunk swing, ducked easily by a laughing Static. LDK boots Ravager in the gut… and sets him up for a piledriver! David Banks going to the top
rope, not a spike piledriver —

BRIAN BRUNO storms the ring! What the hell? Brian Bruno gets boos, but then cheers, then boos, then cheers, but he’s taking out The Crimes! Bruno was beaten
up by The Crimes last week, but he’s still an evil son of a bitch — Static rushes with screwdriver in hand LARIAT! Bruno flips him inside out with a
lariat! Wait a minute, Simply Beautiful is up! Simply Beautiful has LDK, Bruno has Banks, and the NAPW Tag Team Champions get tossed out of opposite sides
of the ring! Bruno smirks at SB, these two will meet May 29th —

SEXY KICK!

SEXY KICK!

BRUNO GOES OVER THE TOP ROPE TO THE FLOOR! SB stares down at him in disgust, he wants NOTHING to do with Brian Bruno! Instead, SB goes up to pull Ravager
up by the hand. The Crimes are up the curtain, LDK cursing in rapid Newfese as Banks and Static try to “hold him back.” Brian Bruno is picking himself
up on the concrete as Ravager and SB lock eyes. SB suddenly has the microphone in hand…

SIMPLY BEAUTIFUL: You know what, I told Rex I wasn’t getting involved, but then you three jackasses had to come in here and trash the moment! Well I ain’t
anybody’s cronie, I ain’t anybody’s thug, I’m my own damn man! Now I don’t need your evil ass to watch my back, Brian Bruno, you can have your own goddamn
problems with The Crimes…

But it’s pretty damn apparent here that a guy’s going to need somebody to watch his back! Well, if you know my history (chuckles bitterly), I ain’t had
much luck with partners lately! But I know somebody who’s as (BLEEP)ed as I am in the numbers game, and that man is standing right here in this ring with
me! Ravager… we’ve had our battles and our differences! We’ve had our issues! And I will BEAT you for that NAPW title when I get another shot at it,
but you are one helluva damn champion and you have my RESPECT — so I have an idea! Next week there’s a little match called TAGSTRAVAGANZA II… tag titles
on the line, a dozen teams already in it, but way I hear it there’s one last open spot…

The crowd is buzzing in anticipation, all the wrestlers hanging on SB’s every word. Ravager cocks his head, wondering where it is going.

SIMPLY BEAUTIFUL: And since I’d love nothing more to kick the living hell out of Lloyd Rees and David Banks AGAIN, I’m throwing my name into Tagstravaganza
so I can take the NAPW TAG TEAM TITLES the hell off of the Crimes! ALL I NEED…

Is a PARTNER.

SB throws the mic down and sticks out his hand to Ravager, shouting. “PARTNERS?” It’s Ravager’s turn to look at the hand, hesitating. He looks out to The
Crimes.

The barest of smirks.

SHAKE.

CROWD = EXPLODE.

BILL HEWSON: SIMPLY BEAUTIFUL — AND THE NAPW CHAMPION RAVAGER —

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JACK JONES: The Crimes are freaking out! Lloyd Rees is losing his mind! This is a travesty!

BILL HEWSON: Brian Bruno tried to take out The Crimes for his own reasons, but he gets NO trust and nor should he! Ravager was able to defeat Simply Beautiful,
but now next week they will be PARTNERS in Tagstravangaza! This is an unbelievable turn of events! It has been a memorable night in the histories of both
NAPW and REBEL Pro Wrestling! For Jack Jones, this is Bill Hewson saying good night!

The Crimes at the curtain, furious. Brian Bruno leaning against the guard rail, a sick expression on his face. Ravager and SB leaning over the top ropes,
letting The Crimes know they’re coming.

And hell is coming with them.

Culture Clash – 05/08/2007

CULTURE CLASH
05/08/2007
It’s 6:30 and the crowd has been waiting anxiously for the REBEL Arena to open their doors. Once inside the seats start to fill fast. Others hit the merchandise
tables where the first two REBEL shows are for sale on DVD and for only $20 you can pick up the new REBEL tee shirt. Rex Caliber is having his picture
taken in the ring with fans (only $5 a photo) and we see Warren signing autographs for several cute teenage girls (rock on!) Dr. Tittylover and Assman
are also signing autographs, however Tittylover keeps insisting on signing the breasts of the females that are standing in his line. Rob Martinez and the
new Carolinas Champion Murcielago are chatting at ringside and we see a large group of men trying to spit some game at Jenny Jersey. On this evening 290
fans have packed the REBEL Arena for a night of action…And Mayhem.

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

They’re sitting ringside wearing bloodstained Bluegrass Mafia tee shirts baby!

Let REBEL Reign!

“Killing In The Name Of….” by Rage Against The Machine hits the speakers and the crowd pops as Rob Martinez holds the ring ropes open for the sexy Jenny
Jersey steps into the ring. She waves to the fans and Martinez is grinning ear to ear. Rob Martinez has the microphone so lets get to it!

ROB MARTINEZ: Are you ready for some REBEL action?

Huge pop. Of course they are Rob.

ROB MARTINEZ: Tonight we have two title matches, an open fed battle royal and….

The crowd (well the males in the crowd anyway) start chanting “We want Jenny!” Clap, Clap, Clap! “We Want Jenny!” Martinez laughs and simply hands over
the microphone to Jenny Jersey. She smiles and waves to the fans.

JENNY JERSEY: Who wants to see some wrestling!

The crowd pops huge, both for the anticipation of wrestling and for the short denim skirt that Jenny is wearing.

JENNY JERSEY: In that case let’s….

A commotion from the Arena entrance causes her to stop mid-sentence and every head turns to see what all the fuss is about. It’s NAPW Superstar Simply Beautiful!
He’s flanked by several members of security and he’s waving a ticket in their faces. Back in the ring Rob Martinez takes the microphone from Jenny.

ROB MARTINEZ: Simply Beautiful as much as we’d like to have you here, REBEL management has BANNED you from this Arena! After last weeks run in on the TLC
match you CANNOT be anywhere near Brian Bruno or REBEL! Security take him out…And refund his ticket.

Some cheers are mixed with a chant of “Get The F*ck out!” clap, clap, clap! “Get The F*ck Out!” Simply Beautiful glares at Rob, the security and everyone
in the raucous crowd before finally allowing security to take him out of the Arena. With that little taste of action the crowd is now at a fever pitch
to see some mayhem. Jenny once again has the microphone and Martinez has taken his seat at ringside.

JENNY JERSEY: Our first match is a special three way dance!

“State of The Union” By Rise Against hits the speakers and the fans come alive.

JENNY JERSEY: Making his REBEL debut, he hails from right here in Raleigh North Carolina! He weighs in tonight at 235 pounds…Deven Darkeyes!!!

Darkeyes comes out from the back to a nice pop from the tough REBEL crowd. He slides into the ring and smiles at some girls at ringside.

“Rational Gaze” by Meshuggah hits the sound system and the former MMA fighter comes through the curtain to the sound of crickets.

JENNY JERSEY: His opponent, weighing in tonight at 240 pounds and hailing from Russia…Mikhail Kharitonov!!

The Russian climbs into the ring and shows no fear nor intimidation of Darkeyes.

JENNY JERSY: And finally…

The crowd is already starting to chant “Ass” “Ass” “Ass”

“Why don’t we do it in the road?” by The Beatles plays on the speakers as the cult favorite of REBEL comes out to a huge pop!

JENNY JERSEY: He hails from Manchester Britain and weighs in tonight at 230 pounds, he is one half of Team TNA…Mike “ASSMAN” Trey!!

Assman slaps the hands of fans along ringside before sliding into the ring. Jersey leaves the ring and all three men are ready for a fight. The referee
makes sure all three men are ready and calls for the bell! The Russian walks straight up to Darkeyes and the men start to jaw jack. Assman watches with
amusement as the two men hurl insults at each other. Darkeyes shoves The Russian and takes a shove in return. Assman, having seen enough, rushes both men
and hits a double clothesline on Deven and The Russian! Assman pulls Darkeyes off the mat and hurls him through the ring ropes to the floor. Kharitonov
is scrambling to his feet when he takes a chop across the chest that elicits a “wooooooo” from the crowd. Assman backs Kharitonov against the ropes and
shots him off, dropping him with a back elbow that sends the Russian rolling to the outside!

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Darkeyes slides into the ring and catches Assman from behind with a forearm shot across the back. Assman is whipped into the ropes and takes a boot to the
gut that doubles him over. Darkeyes follows up with swinging neckbreaker that takes the Assman to the mat! Kharitonov is back in the ring and Darkeyes
is on him in an instant. Darkeyes takes a double chop thrust to the throat that stuns Deven and the former MMA fighter hits a spinning back kick to the
ribs that puts his man down! Kharitonov pulls Deven off of the mat and shoots him towards the near corner. One whisper in the wind later and Kharitonov
is down! Before Deven can cover he’s grabbed by Assman and tossed out of the ring! Assman pulls Kharitonov to his feet and snaps his head back with an
European uppercut! Kharitonov is scooped up and slammed to the mat as on the ring apron we see Darkeyes scaling towards the top. Assman steps back as Darkeyes
takes flight and nails a corkscrew splash! One, two, three!

ROB MARTINEZ: Kharitonov has been eliminated! This ain’t MMA buddy it’s REBEL!

Darkeyes gets rolled up from behind by Assman! One, two, kickout! Darkeyes scrambles to his feet and takes a clothesline that puts him back on the mat.
Assman looks at the stunned Deven Darkeyes, then at the crowd…There it is! He’s Ridin’ The Pony in the center of the ring! The fans are going nuts as
he gets off the pony and snaps into a wiggle, no, a DOUBLE wiggle! Forearm shot to the head fro a recovered Darkeyes and Assman is staggered! The boos
fill the Arena as Darkeyes backs Assman into a corner and hits him with a pair of back elbows to the head. Assman is shot across the ring into the far
corner and Deven follows him in with a clothesline! Deven hooks the head of Assman and takes him out of the corner with a running bulldog! Deven goes for
a cover and gets a two count. Deven pulls Assman off of the mat and attempts to hit his Collateral Damage! Assman blocks it and pops Deven with a vicious
European uppercut! Deven is staggered and it’s all the opening that Assman needs as he hits the ASSassination! Assman goes for the cover, one, two, three!
ROB MARTINEZ: Another big win for Assman! He’s truly Asstactuar…Christ, I hate saying that.

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of this match, Mike “Assman” trey!

The crowd gives Assman a great ovation and he gives them a wiggle with some extra stank on it in return. Deven Darkeyes slowly gets to his feet, gives Assman
a golf clap and slides out of the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: Tough loss for the local kid but I have a feeling he’ll be back.

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

“I’m Movin’ On” by Ashley McIsaac hits, and outs sets a less jovial, more determined Al Thoes gripping a steel chair. The fans reach out, patting him on
the back – he looks like a man headed to the gallows, but not yet resigned to his fate and ready to fight for his life.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first from Glasgow, Scotland and weighing in at two hundred and ninety pounds, one half of the Celtic Assassins, “The Scottish
Wrecking Machine” AAALLL THHOOOOOOOOOOESSSS!

ROB MARTINEZ: All this week, Thoes and O’Brady have been talking about getting tougher, more pyhsical in the ring. They’ve talked about giving the fans
what they want; if they indeed want hardcore from them, they’ll give them hardcore. Thoes looks ready tonight, but can a change in attitude be enough to
stop this monster from the Amazon?

Nine Inch Nails replaces Thoes’ McIsaac, and from behind the curtain steps Miranda. Caliban steps out behind her, as fierce and ready for battle as ever.
Conspicuous in his absense is Caliban’s handler, Ringmaster Iago. In any event, Caliban makes his way down to the ring, and jumps to the apron before climbing
through.

ROB MARTINEZ: It appears Miranda will go it alone as far as keeping Caliban somewhat under control here tonight, but you have to wonder where the heck Iago
is. Perhaps there’s a bluelight special at K-Mart?

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent, from the Amazon Basin, weighing in at three hundred and fifty pounds – CAAAAALLLLLIBAAAANNNN!

The bell rings, and here comes Thoes with the chair. THWAK! Right over the monster’s head. Caliban stumbles back, and Thoes rears back to swing again -
THWAK! Two huge chair shots from Thoes sends Caliban into the ropes, and he’s tied up! It looks like Thoes’ new, “hardcore” attitude is paying off here.
He looks for one more on the defenseless monster – Caliban counters and kicks the chair into his face. Miranda quickly jumps up to the apron and frees
him, and Caliban charges Thoes to deck him with a lariat! Caliban wastes no time, here he is off the ropes with a big splash, smashing Thoes rib cage.
He picks Thoes up and whips him to the corner – Avalanche! Thoes is on dream street, he staggers towards the middle of the ring a few steps before being
picked up and hammered with a pumphandle drop, putting Caliban in dominant control early. Miranda shouts something to him, and he lets Thoes get to his
feet. BOOM! Right hand from Thoes to the forehead. He lays into him with another stiff shot, connects with a stiff “WOO” chop, and starts reigning down
forearms on the monster before a quick Irish Whip – power clothesline – ducked! Caliban goes off the far ropes and bounds back, missing the mark with a
forearm smash. Thoes capitalizes and drops the Amazonian with a backdrop suplex, but Caliban is right back to his feet behind him and waits for him to
turn. Toe Kick! And here comes a ring-shaking suplex slam, look at the power of Caliban! Thoes clutches at his midsection and rolls over, practically a
sitting duck…but Caliban relents at Miranda’s urging.

ROB MARTINEZ: What gives? Caliban would be all over him like white on rice usually, but for some reason Miranda is calling off the dogs. And where the heck
is Iago? This just doesn’t add up!

Thoes pulls himself up, and grabs the chair he dropped earlier. Caliban moves in on him, but Thoes sticks him in the ribs to get some separation. And then
THROWS the chair off his skull! The crowd lets out a collective “oooh” and Caliban drops to one knee. Thoes runs at him and puts him down with a knee lift.
Thoes is in control now, and he drops not one but two elbows right into the sternum of the fallen beast. Now he mounts him – and here come the fists, BOOM
BOOM BOOM BOOM! And one more for good measure. Thoes now with a power chinlock – no, Caliban with an elbow before he can lock it in. Caliban gets to his
feet and just FLOORS Thoes with an uppercut, you could hear the sound of fist meeting jaw back in Glasgow. Caliban picks him up and throws him off the
ropes, and picks him up for a Gorilla Press Slam! My goodness, what an impact! That’s a two hundred and ninety pound man that Caliban just dropped like
a bad habit! Caliban raises his arms up high, celebrating with his back turned to his opponent – and that’s always the worst time to celebrate. Thoes with
a desperation low blow! Even Caliban can’t withstand that, and down he goes. Thoes wastes no time and locks in his power chinlock! This could be it, Caliban
can’t fight without any oxygen! He synches the hold in as hard as he can, his massive biceps wrapped around Caliban’s head. Caliban tries to pound away
on his arm, but he’s fading. A cup of soda hits the ring – these people want tables, not strategy! No use, though. Referee Dale McDonald checks his arm
once. It falls! Twice – no sir! Caliban starts getting to his feet, and Thoes pulls back even harder – Caliban is up, and the strange recipient of some
cheers from the crowd. Elbow smash to the gut of Al Thoes! That breaks the hold, and Caliban scoops his opponent up into an Argentine Rack – HOLEY MOLEY!
He picked up Thoes like a baby and planted him with the Dreadlock Drop! Caliban shoots up, and quickly picks Thoes up. So he can toss his ass over the
top rope! The crowd’s getting into now, these two behemoths are gonna brawl it out on the arena floor. Caliban picks Thoes up off the protective mats and
drives him back first into the guardrail! And then takes him down with a big right hand – no, blocked by Thoes in desperation! Thoes with a Zidane headbutt
to the chest stuns Caliban – and somebody in the front row just handed Thoes a beer. Thoes takes a sip (the Scottish don’t waste beer) and throws the contents
into the monster’s eyes to the delight of the crowd. POWER CLOTHESLINE takes Caliban down! Thoes is pounding him on the floor, as McDonald tries to get
them back into the ring on the outside. He can’t even make a count, so he may as well save his breath.

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Caliban clutches him by the throat, and Thoes grabs at his arm to free himself. Caliban starts getting to his feet, his hand still firmly around Thoes’
gullet. Thoes kicks him in the gut, and backs him off. He charges – back body drop, Thoes crashes onto the ring apron! Caliban loses it now and looks ready
to KILL – but Miranda directs him back into the ring, leaving Thoes to collect himself outside. Thoes takes some time to get up, but he manages to get
back to his feet. He picks up the table adjacent to the timekeeper’s and tosses it into the ring, sliding in after it – but he gets levelled as soon as
he walks in with the steel chair he himself brought to the ring! Caliban quickly sets the table up towards the center of the ring. Thoes gets up, on spaghetti
legs – POWERSLAM lays him out on the mat. Miranda calls for her monster to finish the match off, and Caliban olbiges by peeling Thoes off the mat – HEART
OF DARKNESS breaks the table in two! Caliban covers with one foot – it’s academic from here. One, two, three.

ROB MARTINEZ: It’s all over here – oh, what’s this? Come on now, that’s enough!

Caliban picks Thoes up and plants him with ANOTHER Heart of Darkness before tossing him out between the ropes. He stands tall, triumphant heading into his
SuperShow match. He turns to leave – and it’s Bruce Richards! From out of the crowd, it’s Bruce the Beast! He’s laying into Caliban, and the two are going
back and forth in the middle of the ring! The crowd’s on their feet!

ROB MARTINEZ: IAGO! IAGO WITH A CHAIN! What a cheap shot!

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to finish Richards off, and tosses him the chain. Caliban wraps it around his throat starts choking the life out of him. The timekeeper’s ringing the bell
like crazy, but that’s not doing much of anything, now is it? Caliban relents, and wraps the chain around his massive meathook of a fist instead. Iago
picks the limp Bruce Richards up – BAM! Caliban busts him WIDE OPEN.

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh my goodness, that just put Bruce’s lights out! What a statement made by Caliban heading into the SuperShow! He dismantles not just Thoes,
but Bruce Richards as well. Can anyone stop this monster?

Caliban, Iago and Miranda stand tall in the ring as Bruce lie bleeding at their feet. Will the same happen at the SuperShow, or will Bruce get a measure
of revenge?

——————————————————————————–

During a brief intermission in the show, “When The Lights Go Out” by The Black Keys hits the speakers as NAPW Provincial and Tag Team Champion, “LDK” Lloyd
Rees walks out from behind the curtain and heads straight to the ring; business, all business. In Lloyd’s hand is the evidence folder from the police station.
Rees grabs the microphone from the hands of REBEL Pro ring announcer, Jenny Jersey, rolls in the ring, and starts to speak.

“LDK” LLOYD REES: Brian Bruno!! Get yer ass out here Bruno!!

A few moments pass, nothing.

“LDK” LLOYD REES: Come’on Bruno! Ya got t’face up t’what ya did t’John!! Get yer ass out here!!

A few more moments pass, finally, “Harvester of Sorrow” by Metallica plays over the airwaves and “Big Bad” Brian Bruno walks out from behind the curtain
and slowly makes his way to the ring. The whole way he seems to be talking to Rees motioning that he is a innocent man. Bruno makes it to the ring, climbs
inside, as “LDK” waste no time getting in the face of the bigger Bruno.

“LDK” LLOYD REES: Why Bruno?! Tell me why da hell ya dame near killed John!! I want answers and I want d’hem now!!

Bruno smirks evilly.

“BIG BAD” BRIAN BRUNO: Calm down Lloyd. I’m an innocent man! Think about this, why would I attack John?

“LDK” LLOYD REES: D’hats what I’m ask’n ya Bruno, why? Sure me and you have never been friends but Christ Brian, we ain’t never been enemies!! I even though
me and you might be on da same page, with our hate fer Beautiful land all but, I can’t deny da evidence. Yer f**k’n prints were on da glasses Bruno!! You
were d’ere when Salty was attacked!!

“BIG BAD” BRIAN BRUNO: See I think that is where all this went sour Lloyd. Can you not see what Andrew is trying to do? Since you defeated him at Sole Survivor
he has not been the same. He wanted to get revenge, and good! But he could not chance being caught so, he set this up to make it look like I did this.
He knew it would be easy with my past. Open your eyes to the truth Rees!! Simply Beautiful is responsible for all this!! He attacked your friend!! He is
the reason John is unable to walk on his own right now!!

“LDK” LLOYD REES: Sounds good fer you Bruno, but da proof is right here!!

Rees slams the evidence envelope into the chest of Brian Bruno. Bruno opens the envelope and looks over the paper.

“BIG BAD” BRIAN BRUNO: I understand my prints are on the glasses Lloyd but, this could have happened a number of ways. Could have been when I slapped that
little bitch in the face. Honestly think about this “LDK”. What did I have to gain from attacking John? Nothing!! Now, weight that against the reasons
Beautiful had to do this; you’re multiple titles reigns, your victory at Sole Survivor, and your recognition around the world as one of the best wrestlers
in recent years. Is this all adding up inside your head?

Lloyd seems confused and torn.

“LDK” LLOYD REES: Maybe yer right Bruno. It does seem d’hat Beautiful would have more of a motive fer dis…I apologize Bruno. Yer right here and I’m wrong.
Everybody’s aloud t’make one in d’eir life. I’ll be da bigger man here…

Lloyd extends his hand and the men shake. Rees turns and starts to leave the ring discouraged that the identity of John Salty’s attacker is still unknown.
Bruno speaks up before Rees can get out of the ring.

“BIG BAD” BRIAN BRUNO: Rees…

Lloyd turns to see what Brian Bruno has to say.

CRUSH!!!

Bruno just destroyed Rees with a vicious SHORT CLOTHESLINE!! Rees is out!! Bruno leans over, smiling.

“BIG BAD” BRIAN BRUNO: I enjoyed every moment of scrabbling John’s brains Lloyd! It’s just to bad I could get the job done!

Bruno tears the evidence envelope into pieces and sprinkles them over the laid out Rees. Bruno makes his way to the back as David Banks makes his way to
aid his partner. Bruno stands atop the ramp and stares down at the ring, evil all over his face, and then disappears into the back. In the ring, Banks
helps Rees to his feet, which in turn, pushes Banks off him, getting to his feet of his own power. Obviously very pissed, Rees heads backstage with Banks
in tow.

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

Nottingham Lace by Buckethead blasts out the PA, and A rather Sick looking Billy Kryenik carefully makes his way down to the ring. The fans are screaming,
but Billy doesn’t seem to hear it.

JENNY JERSEY: Coming to the ring, weighing in at 229lbs – this is SICK Billy KRENIK!

ROB MARTINEZ: Wow, SBK looks a lot worse than I’d have thought, thats a 100 degree fever there folks! What a fighter, but that certainly gives Warren the
edge.

JENNY JERSEY – And his opponent, at 187lbs – WARREN!

As SBK climbs carefully up the steps into the ring, as Guns N’ Roses’ Paradise City hits the arena, and Warren runs down the to the ring, tripping and flipping
himself over in the process. But he’s ok folks! He gets himself back up and sticks his hands up to an utterly silent crowd.

ROB MARTINEZ: Well, Warren hasn’t got a win yet in REBEL, let’s see how this one turns out. SBK isn’t at 100%, far from it, but then again, this is Warren.
The bell hits, and immediately SBK dives into Warren, a quick grapple, SBK hooking in a hammerlock, a knee to leg of Warren, and SBK spins round into a
nice kick to the chest – the sounds rings throughout the arena.

ROB MARTINEZ: Woah, nice shot. SBK really is sick today folks, but this just shows our REBEL stars won’t give up to give you fans a great show!

Warren climbs to his feet, turns around looking for SBK, and WHAM! Superkick to the face of Warren. Billy dives on his body, a quick pin, and just shy of
the 3 count. He wants this over quickly. Warren gets dragged up, and an irish whip into the turnbuckle, runs into him with a nice lariat, and props Warren
up on the top rope.

ROB MARTINEZ: Is this a Hot Salvation? There it is, a drop to his knee. Perfectly executed even in his state!

Warren climbs to his feet, and SBK lurches over him – quickly recoils! Thumb to the eye! Warren throws himself on to the ropes, springboard splash! But
SBK steps out the way, and Warren goes face first onto the mat.

ROB MARTINEZ: Well, at least the kid’s got heart – but to me this looks like a one sided fight.

SBK takes a moment on the ropes, and a twitch indicates warren is still alive on the mat. Billy moves over to him and gives him a few stomps, trying to
keep him down. SBK is physically looking more and more sick, the fever has caused a heavy sweat to pour off him, and he looks like he may pass out at any
moment.

ROB MARTINEZ: Look at that, SBK is leaning back in the turnbuckle, trying to catch a breath, trying to, well it looks like hes trying to keep consciousness.
Warren is slowly getting up, notices SBK in the opposite, corner, and charges, lunging himself at the turnbuckle, to which SBK rolls out of the way, watches
as Warren’s face smashes into the corner, giving a little disapproving nod as he watches it. SBK grabs Warren from behind, arms round waist, and throws
him over with a nice German suplex – Warren landing fairly badly on the back of his neck.

ROB MARTINEZ: Well, I would comment on this match, but hey, this isn’t even a match anymore. This is just Warren getting beaten down. Similar to most of
his matches, I guess.

SBK grabs Warren, and makes a motion for the Dry Lake! The fans go crazy, but hey, we expected as much. He underhooks, but Warren sharply lifts his head
– low blow! Then with all his might tries to flip SBK over, but SBK falls back instead. Nice try anyway, Warren. Takes a minute for a breather, wiping
his face, and then irish whip of the ropes, and he just throws himself on SBK. ref makes a pin.. 1! Not even close for a two count. SBK isn’t out yet.
He gets back up, and whacks Warren’s head into the turnbuckle, taking him round the ring, thats a smack in each four turnbuckles! But While Warren collpases
on the ground, SBK again takes another breather!

ROB MARTINEZ: SBK better hope he can get a win quickly, he’s physically red, sweating so much, that ring mat is soaked. He’s not in a good state.

SBK grabs Warren sets him up on the top rope, then begins climbing. A foot slips, but he’s ok, wavering a bit on the top. Lays a few punches into Warren
some going wildly off Warren, just punching air, but he connects with at least one, and gets ready to hit a Frankensteiner, he jumps for it, but misses
– falling back on the mat below. The sweat pouring off him, his chest not even rising anymore. Warren chucks himself from the top rope, only an arm connecting
with SBK though – he really needs to work on that. But the ref counts it! One! Two! Three!

ROB MARTINEZ: We need some help down here now! I don’t even know if Billy is still breathing!

Some of the medical staff from the back run down to check on Billy, he’s not even visible in under the bodies anymore, but wait, he’s being helped up! Gives
a thumbs up!

Warren walks over to him, and SBK holds out a hand! Warren shakes it! SBK is carefully helped out of the ring, and laid onto a nearby stretcher.

ROB MARTINEZ: What a fighter. A luck win for Warren, but hopefully we can get a check up on SBK later tonight, he doesn’t look to be good. A win for Warren,
but only just. Wow. Let’s hope SBK is going to be alright after this.

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“My Generation” blasts from the speakers… and the crowd goes wild for the trio that steps through the curtain!

JENNY JERSEY: Alright, Raleigh, it is time now for the Tag Team Championship match! Coming to the ring hailing from the state of Kentucky, they weigh in
at a total combined weight of five-hundred and forty-five pounds! With Lyndsey Valentine, they are “THE ANGRY AMERICAN” MATTHEW KURTIS… “THE SHOW” CHAD
KURTIS… the challengers, THE BLUEGRASS MAFIA!

ROB MARTINEZ: What an ovation here tonight for the challengers! The Kurtis boys and their manager are popular, but of course Lyndsey Valentine not just
a manager, Lovely Lyndsey a part of the big title shot Battle Royale here tonight. But while Lyndsey could earn a Heavyweight title shot tonight it is
Matthew & Chad Kurtis competing for the Tag Team titles against a team they know very well…

Matt holds down the middle rope for Lyndsey. The Show hits a corner – quite the intense expression on his face as he makes the “Belt” motion around his
waist. Matt and Lyndsey pose for the crowd, the big man raising an arm high Diesel-style. Oh yeah. The BGM are serious here tonight…

“The New Foundation.” AKForty’s beats flood the arena, and out come the boo birds.

JENNY JERSEY: And now welcome the champions! Accompanied by the manager Mr. B, they weigh in at a total combined weight of four-hundred and seventy-two
pounds… they are the reigning and defending REBEL Pro Wrestling tag team champions PRINCE DARKO, THOMAS YOUNG, THE FOUNDATION!

Some fan is giving Darko hell. Mr. B “holds Darko back.” Thomas Young, on the other hand, isn’t goofing around at all. He’s adjusting his wrist tape and
starting hard into the ring at the Kurtis brothers, Lyndsey taking her place on the outside of the ring. Darko slaps Young on the back… what’s this?
They’re playing paper-rock-scissors again, determining who starts the match. Oh no, they both get rock. Now what do they do?

ROB MARTINEZ: It was just over a month ago at the first-ever REBEL show that these two teams engaged in a classic tag team encounter. The Foundation were
able to score a close victory en route to winning the tag team titles that are on the line here tonight, but the BGM clearly deserved a title shot after
their performance — and here we go! The Foundation slides into the ring and go right to their opponents! Senior official Dale McDonald calls for the
bell to start this one off!

All four men going at it here! Prince Darko and The Show are laying into one another with right hands, while Thomas Young tries to take down the near seven-foot
tall Matthew Kurtis. This is a donnybrook already! The Foundation look to send their men off the ropes — each BGM member reverses, The Foundation come
off the ropes in rebound! DROPKICK! BIG BOOT! Chad & Matt respectively rock their counterparts and The Foundation head to the outside to regroup with Mr.
B. There’s no count-outs in REBEL Pro Wrestling, of course, so they can’t get counted out (purposely or otherwise) to retain the beltsSHOOTING STAR PRESS
TO THE OUTSIDE! THE SHOW! SHOW! SHOW! SHOW! chant the people! The Show sacrificing his body to wipe out The Foundation AND Mr. B on the outside, spilling
bodies all over the aisle!

Kurtis yells out “HOW YOU LIKE THAT?”, the crowd responding in kind. He rolls Darko back into the ring and throws some shots at Thomas Young, ramming him
head first into guardrail. Wait a minute! Chad Kurtis up on the ring apron! Thomas Young looks up just in time to see the man barreling off the apron with
a somersault, wiping him out AGAIN! Meanwhile in the ring, Darko gouges Matt’s eyes to try to gain an advantage. He throws some forearm shots into the
face, then tries to irish whip Matt out of the corner. Hm. Matt doesn’t want to move. And when The Big Blue Ass-kicker doesn’t want to move… Darko tries
to whip him again, Kurtis simply plants his feet.

AND THEN BEHEADS DARKO WITH A SHORT CLOTHESLINE.

“BGM! BGM!” goes the crowd. Matt pulls up a dazed and rocked Prince Darko, suplex coming up. Making him think about it! Matt drops an arm to the side, simply
holding Darko up with one arm! Crowd counts the seconds, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen… still going! FOURTEEN, fifteen,
sixteen, seventeen, eighteeen… nineteeen…. Twenty! Crash! Darko takes the hard way down, arching his back in pain. He doesn’t get a second to recover
as Chad Kurtis comes off the top rope with a flying splash, Superfly style! Chad Kurtis covers, ONE, TWO, Thomas Young makes the save!

ROB MARTINEZ: We’re five minutes into the match and there’s the first pinfall, this is not technically a tornado match but referee Dale McDonald has his
hands full trying to keep these four men in line! The BGM want to put this away early, they can already taste the gold!

Young attacks Chad, but here comes Matt from behind stomping down. Matt picks up Thomas Young, belly-to-back suplex — Young flips out and lands on his
feet! LOW BLOW bows Matt down but here’s Chad Kurtis in on Young, firing away. The grimace on Matt’s face tells the story, but he’s certainly not down
yet… but Prince Darko connects with a jawbreaker to keep the big man stunned. Dale McDonald doesn’t seem to be making either team take a corner, this
one isn’t slowing down. Prince Darko now trying to chop down the huge Matt Kurtis… Series of knife-edge chops resonate through the building, and then
Darko hits the ropes MATT WITH A LARIAT. Just when you think Darko is building some momentum, the Kentucky Wildcat explodes with a brutal lariat to take
the man down. Cover on Darko by Matt, one, two, Young again with a save to make sure Darko doesn’t HAVE to kick-out.

Young stomping on Matt’s head, trying to keep the big man down on the canvas. The Show is on the outside, seems that Young was able to dump the man, but
he’s getting back in. Young helps Darko up, yelling out some directions. Young stomps Chad before the man can get up, trying to keep him down. He positions
him, and then Chad Kurtis eats the Follow Through. Darko puts another boot to Matt’s head and then comes over, now he’s back in charge. What’s going on
here? Young pulls Kurtis up, draping his arms and neck over the top rope! Darko gets a run… and it’s the Phase 2 double-team move on Chad Kurtis! That
could break a man’s back! Chad is down and rolls to the outside, and that leaves The Foundation to double-team Matt Kurtis with a chorus of vicious stomps.
ROB MARTINEZ: And now the momentum has turned in the favor of the tag champions, they have a temporary two-on-one situation against The Angry American here!
The champs have to find a way to keep the man down long enough for a three count… well, that might do it. Mr. B just slid in a steel chair!

Young pulls Matt up, who starts fighting. He nails Young good and stands tall TURN AROUND MATT

KRACK.

Prince Darko just LAYS into Matt with the steel chair! Matt is still standing, on wobbly legs, and Darko revs up for another one — Matt grabs him by the
throat! Oh my gosh, chokeslam? Thomas Young from behind on Matt Kurtis… and Darko brings the chair down hard across Matt’s exposed back. Matt is down
to one knee, wincing… wait a minute! Darko holding the chair in front of Matt’s face! Young off the ropes BIG BOOT INTO THE CHAIR! INTO MATT’S FACE!
HE’S DOWN! COVER BY DARKO! ONE! TWO! Th— THE SHOW WITH THE SAVE!

ROB MARTINEZ: A near-fall for the champs, where the HELL did The Show come from? What guts from The Last Action! Hero! This one isn’t over yet!

Matt is clearly dazed from the series of chair shots, it took three to take him down. Meanwhile The Show is a house of fire! Dropkick Young, dropkick Darko!
And now it’s a German Suplex on Thomas Young! Kurtis holds on and rolls through… a second German Suplex! But here comes Prince Darko, Kurtis releases
Young and ducks, then… hits a German on Darko! Now he’s got a second on Darko! The third, Darko trying to block, but he can’t Thomas Young from behind!
That dazes Chad, and then it’s Darko’s turn! TCS, Complete Shot! Cover gets one, two, nnnnno Chad Kurtis with the kick-out! Darko grabs that steel chair
again, what’s he want here? He puts it down in the center of the ring, not a Zamunda Driver on the chair! Chad reverses! Back drop! Young rushes in SUPERKICK!
CHAD KURTIS WITH THE SUPERKICK! HE HOOKS THE LEG, ONE, TWO, THREKICKOUT. But now it’s KURTIS with the steel chair! He tosses it to Darko? DROPKICK! VAN
DAMINATOR! Chad covers, one, two, Darko is able to kick-out!

Chad Kurtis grabs Prince Darko up and says, this is over! Matt Kurtis is back up… he puts Darko on his shoulders! Chad Kurtis goes to the top rope, it’s
going to be the KURTIS KRUSHER — MR. B UP TOP! He’s got a hold of Chad’s leg, preventing him from leaping off. Wait a minute! Thomas Young chopblocks
Matt’s knee! Darko and Matt go down in a heap, and then Young leaps to the top rope… wait a minute… YOUNG! Thomas Young is standing up top, what the
hell is he doing? No! He can’t —

POWERBOMB THROUGH THE TIMEKEEPER’S TABLE!

ROB MARTINEZ: OH MY GAWWWWWWD! The table exploding in splinters and Thomas Young and Chad Kurtis both lying in the wreckage! This match has just gotten
serious!

Darko loves what he just saw, but he knows he’s got to keep Matt Kurtis down. He stomps the leg, then picks up the steel chair, bringing it down HARD across
the knee. This is just sick! Darko making with the choke, it’s not like the referee can disqualify the man. He lets off, the crowd booing him like crazy.
And now what? Darko is signalling to Mr. B! Mr. B comes in the ring, and Prince Darko giving some instructions. Oh no, he’s not going to! Prince Darko
is trying to CRIPPLE Matthew Kurtis! Mr. B holding the chair on top of Matt Kurtis’ knee while Prince Darko climbs to the top rope! Don’t do it Darko!
Matt Kurtis suddenly rolls over and boots Mr. B in the face! He gets to his one good leg, Darko sees that his man is suddenly up, so he changes plans!
Double ax-handle off the topBIGBOOOTO! BIG-AH BOOOOT-O! Matt Kurtis stood on his injured leg for just a second, just long enough to KILL Darko dead with
his other size 18 right to the face! Darko is out, Matt holding his knee, trying to shake off the pain.

However, here’s Thomas Young rolling back into the ring. Matt took Darko out, but Chad is the worse for wear on

the outside… And Mr. B trying again to
help out his team, he’s got the chair up, prepared to bring it down across Matt’s knee —

Lyndsey Valentine, on the ring apron, grabs it from behind! Mr. B turns around and KRACK! Lyndsey brings the chair right down onto Mr. B’s face! The crowd
goes CRAZY, but unfortunately, it’s only temporary because Thomas Young blindsides Lyndsey with a running big boot! Valentine flies backwards, nailing
the back of her head on the guardrail! Young stares down at her, then looks over the crowd in disgust.

And they shower him with hate.

ROB MARTINEZ: I question what goes in the mind of Thomas Young. This man seems to actually enjoy hurting people, putting them out, like they did to Dio
Muerte last week with that brutal assault. And now Matt Kurtis is all alone with both members of The Foundation!

Young helps Darko up, and the two men turn as one to stare at Matt Kurtis. Matt is in the corner, he stares at both men, yelling at them to COME ON. Darko
and Young slowly coming towards Matt… Matt swings with his long arms, almost tagging Darko… Young rushes forward! Darko in behind, they’re pounding
on Matthew Kurtis, fists, kicks to the knee, just covering the main in blows. And for all of Matt Kurtis’ vaunted strength and ass-kicking ability, he
is right now only a one-legged man in an ass-kicking contest. And we all know how good his chances are…

But never count out a damn Kurtis! Because HERE’S THE SHOW! The Show blasts both Foundation members, he’s beaten up but going at it! Chad pulls Darko off,
firing away. But Darko rakes the eye and puts Chad into the opposite corner as Thomas Young chokes Matt with his boot… Darko yells over his shoulder
to Young. Opposite corners of the ring, and The Foundation irish whip the BGM into one another — WAIT! Chad Kurtis leapfrogs over Matt! FRANKENSTEINER
to Thomas! Darko sees the change and rushes at the stopped Matt… and he eats a big, mother SPINEBUSTER! The BGM have turned the tables, and suddenly
the crowd is on their feet! Chad Kurtis hits the turnbuckles, one, two, THREE jumps!

BEST! MOONSAULT! EVER!

He covers for ONE, TWO, THREEE…..

Young kicks out! Young kicks out!

Across the ring Matt sends Darko to the ropes for a Clothesline From Hell, but Darko grabs the top rope and stops. Matthew comes forward for his Yakuza
Kick, but Darko moves out of the way and Matt instead hits the top rope, catching his damaged knee. Chad Kurtis drops Young and charges Darko as well,
but this time Darko dives under the superkick attempt, and he nails THE EFFECT on Chad to put him down. But he does not go for the pinfall?

Prince Darko slides outside and grabs another steel chair from a fan at ringside. Oh no! He blasts Matt’s knee with it, Matt taking a hard spill from his
precarious position on the top rope to the concrete floor. There are no protective mats in REBEL Pro Wrestling… Darko goes underneath the ring and pulls
out a table! He unfolds the legs, then awkwardly positions Matt Kurtis on top of it. Another chair shot to the head to keep Matt prone… Oh my gosh! Prince
Darko is going to the ring again? What’s he going for?!

JUST PERFECTION SPRINGBOARD SWANTON! Onto Matthew Kurtis. Breaking through the table!

ROB MARTINEZ: Matthew Kurtis has been placed through a table, but Prince Darko isn’t in much better position! There’s no good way to land on concrete floor,
not when you’re sacrificing your body like that!

In the ring it’s Chad Kurtis and Thomas Young, Young grabs Kurtis from behind first! Young Cutter — Chad flips out! Young turns around, toekick, CROWD
TO THEIR FEET, CK FINALE, MR. B! From behind on Chad Kurtis with his briefcase! Thomas Young’s turn, SHADES OF DEATH! Connects! ONE! TWO! THREEEENOOOOO!
CHAD KURTIS SOMEHOW KICKS OUT!

Young can’t believe it! He’s in shock! Two he says, holding two fingers up, but Chad Kurtis somehow, someway kicked out of the man’s signature move. Young’s
face turns from shock to anger as he stomps Chad Kurtis. Hold on —Prince Darko has crawled back into the ring with whatever strength he has left… and
he locks up Chad Kurtis with a full nelson. Here comes Young off the ropes with a sickening Big Boot to the face! They call that GAME OVER, and it at last
gets a three-count!

JENNY JERSEY: The winners of the match and still tag team champions, The Foundation! ROB MARTINEZ: There are broken tables, dented steel chairs, what a
match this was but The Foundation are walking out of here the winners. A great effort from the Bluegrass Mafia but tonight was not their night.

Chad Kurtis rolls outside. He and Lyndsey help Matt up the aisle, Matt favoring his right knee. The Foundation are victorious in the ring… but a moment
after the BGM hit the apron, suddenly new music hits. The music of…

Dio Muerte!

ROB MARTINEZ: Hold the phone, ladies and gentlemen! It is the man who has been waging a one-man war against Darko & Young ever since Sole Survivor II up
in Canada! Last week The Foundation hurt Dio Muerte, I didn’t even know he was in the building tonight!

The crowd pops for Dio Muerte, who is holding a microphone in one hand and his trademark bat in the other. He “shushes” them and then starts in.

Dio Muerte: I sat down at home this whole week, I heard all that you had to say Thomas. I was gone from your vocabulary. Do you fear me?! Do you Thomas?!
Because I know the answer. Darko, you didn’t mention me either, do you fear me too? Do you fear what I’ve become. This wasn’t part of the plan was it?
You thought I wouldn’t come back, I wasn’t suppose to. I was suppose to go by the script that you had “assigned” to me and run with it to the endzone.
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else, I’ll take that plan that’s already been broken and I’ll demolish it.

Thomas Young : What in the world are you talking about? I think those shots to the head made you lose those few remaining marbles.

Dio Muerte: No time for games Thomas, especially when your tag titles are on the line.

Prince Darko: The hell are you talking about?

Dio Muerte: You dumb ass, it’s self explanatory.

Prince Darko: You want to challenge us for the belts?

Thomas Young: That’s what he said.

Prince Darko: You need a partner for that, idiot.

Dio Muerte: You’re Chris Tucker in an afro you know that.

Thomas Young: Real clever. You want more of a beating from last week? We’ll give you one. There’s nobody who’s going to be your tag partner! Who do you
got?

Dio Muerte: Well…

Dio stops. He looks around, then shrugs.

Thomas Young: I knew you didn’t have a partner —

Dio Muerte: You didn’t let me finish! Lemme introduce my partner, you know his name real well, he’s crazy, my partner to challenge you,

JEFF JAMES!

Jeff James? … JEFF JAMES! Rushes out of the curtain, and the REBEL crowd may not be entirely familiar but many of them sure know that James is the younger
brother of Thomas Young, out injured at the hands of his brother and Darko! Dio and Jeff rush the ring going crazy, and The Foundation don’t want any part
of it. The Foundation end up near the curtain as James hits the corner, the crowd loving it. Dio taps his bat on the corner as Young picks up the mic near
him.

Thomas Young: Jeffery?

Jeff James: In the flesh. So next week on that NAPW/REBEL Supershow… are we on for the belts?

Foundation huddle up for a bit.

Thomas Young: You know what?

Prince Darko: Okay, fine.

Crowd pops! But suddenly Darko cuts over their noise.

Prince Darko: One condition, we win Jeffery you never step in a Rebel ring, ever again. I’ll be surprise if you can walk into one period.

Jeff James: Fine, but then how about, I take your mask along with those titles?

Prince Darko: You know what, that doesn’t sound that bad, cause, I’ll be taking that hair… Lara Croft.

Crowd oooohs at that one. Jeff strokes his hair, considering.

Jeff James: So you’re talking my hair… vs your stupid mask, Darko… REBEL tag titles on the line?

Prince Darko: You’re not deaf son.

Jeff James: … Deal!

Dio Muerte’s music hits again, wow, what a development here! Next week at the NAPW/REBEL supershow, The Foundation will settle their issue with Dio Muerte
& Jeff James once and for all, tag titles on the line, Darko’s mask vs Jeff’s hair!

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JENNY JERSEY: The following contest is the EIGHT MAN BATTLE ROYAL! To be eliminated, an opponent must be thrown over the top rope, and BOTH FEET must touch
the ground at ringside.

“Bad Boys” hits the speakers. Jenny Jersey looks a little perplexed, and glances at Senior Referee Dale McDonald, who just shrugs. The crowd murmurs a bit,
then bursts into laughter as “BAD BOY” JOEY MALONE emerge from the curtains, dressed as the Macho Man Randy Savage, Extreme Jobber Championship around
his waist, and struts down to the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: I’m not entirely sure what the Extreme Jobber of the NAPW is doing here…

Malone takes Jenny’s microphone.

JOEY MALONE: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH YEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!

That earns a pop from the crowd. Malone continues, speaking in a bad Randy Savage impression.

JOEY MALONE: I heard about this here battle royal, and that it was open to anyone, anywhere. So, Macho Malone is throwing in his hat! OOOH YEAHH!

Again a cheer from the crowd… who, I guess like to watch the poor guy get beat up. Joey hands back Jenny’s microphone and starts taking off his Macho
Man outfit. Jenney Jersey climbs out of the ring, as “Attack” by 30 Seconds to Mars hits the speakers. The crowd boos as KENNY “The Colossal” KRENSHOV
slowly emerges from the back and starts down to the ring. The front row fans are especially harsh, one guy sticking out his chin and daring Krenshov to
take a shot.

ROB MARTINEZ: Not a warm welcome from the REBEL Pro fans. It looks like Krenshov’s actions in the NAPW have preceded him, and this crowd is letting him
have it.

Krenshov angrily ignores them, and steps into the ring. Joey Malone audibly gulps and retreats under the bottom rope. Krenshov sneers down at him. “Money
Talks” by AC/DC replaces Krenshov’s music, and the crowd gives a welcoming cheer to the NAPW’s CA$H.

ROB MARTINEZ: A warm welcome to NAPW newcomer Ca$h! This young man is looking to make a name for himself tonight, and winning a shot against NAPW Commissioner
Rex Caliber, our Heavyweight Champion, would definitely get him noticed in his home promotion.

He glad-hands a few of the front row fans, and circles around the ring, looking warily up at the three-hundred-plus pound Krenshov. Ca$h, perhaps wisely,
decides to play it safe, joining Joey Malone at ringside. “Nobody’s Listening” by Linkin Park heralds the coming of “THE CRUSHER” KURT JAMES. He earns
himself a cheer as well, but isn’t content to stand by like Ca$h and Malone. Crusher rushes into the ring, and taking his initiative, both Ca$h and Malone
do as well. All three men stare down Krenshov, who just continues to sneer at them, and reclines in a corner. Dale McDonald holds the four men apart for
now, demanding they wait for the rest of the competitors. “NWO” by Ministry, and here comes “The Career Killer” JAKE PHOENIX, and the fans’ cheers turn
to boos. Phoenix ignores them and climbs into the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: “The Career Killer” Jake Phoenix has had a storied career, and lately he seems to have come to an understanding with his long-time rival Donovan
Astros. Phoenix will be wrestling in the eight-man tag match at the Supershow AGAINST REBEL Pro Wrestling.

Powerman 5000 and “Supernova Goes Pop”. CHRIS “The Sparx” CORSTENOCA hits the ring running, the crowd cheering. The newcomer to the REBEL ring gets a warm
reception, and joins the growing number of people in the ring. “Sunday Bloody Sunday” by U2 gets boos from the crowd. “The Irish Adonis” BOBBY O’BRADY
steps out from behind the curtain. This week there’s no shirts. There’s no attempts to win the fans over. O’Brady just angrily storms to the ring and slides
in, ignoring the fans.

ROB MARTINEZ: A newly focused Bobby O’Brady here tonight, but the REBEL fans don’t seem to buy it. Maybe a win tonight in the battle royal will earn him
some cheers.

“Never Gonna Get It” by Akon, and David Banks steps out from the curtains with his NAPW Tag Team Title over his shoulder. He proudly pats it, and starts
down to the ring, the fans giving him a mixed reception. In the ring, Crusher, O’Brady and Phoenix all give him an especially covetous glance. All three
men have expressed an intention to win that title belt in a few short weeks. As Banks climbs into the ring, Joan Jett hits the speakers with “Bad Reputation.”
LOVELY LYNDSEY VALENTINE emerges from the back to a surprisingly loud and positive reception from the crowd. All of the men in the ring watch her enter.
Jake Phoenix smirks. Krenshov cracks his knuckles. Lyndsey blows them a kiss, as “I Am The Man” by Philisopher Kings starts up. Those cheers all become
boos as STYLIN’ KYLE ROBERTS comes out of the back. He smirks at the fans and taps his head, then struts down to the ring and slides in. He rises next
to Lyndsey and, leering, gives her a wink. Valentine looks like she may have thrown up a bit in her mouth.

ROB MARTINEZ: I think that’s everyone… and Dan McDonald is calling for the bell!

The Senior Referee climbs out of the ring as the bell sounds! All ten competitors immediately start throwing punches around. Krenshov reels toward the corner
as Jake Phoenix and Chris Corstenoca double team him. Ca$h and David Banks exchanging shots. Bobby O’Brady lays into The Crusher against the ropes, throwing
chops. And Kyle Roberts finds himself on the receiving end of a Joey Malone, Lyndsey Valentine double team.

ROB MARTINEZ: There’s a LOT of action to follow in the early moments…

O’Brady is trying to lever Crusher over the ropes, but Kurt James has locked onto the ropes and refuses to go over. Krenshov has turned the tables on BOTH
of his attackers, throwing Jake Phoenix down, and reversing The Sparx into the corner. Valentine and Malone have Kyle Roberts set for a double team irish
whip… reversed into a double clothesline! Lyndsey Valentine and Joey Malone crash to the ring, the crowd groaning. Roberts takes a handful of Malone’s
hair, and pulls him up to his feet, then LAUNCHES him into the ropes like a rocket! “Bad Boy” Joey Malone goes up, over, and crashes to ringside. The fans
moan in sympathy.

JENNY JERSEY: “Bad Boy” Joey Malone has been eliminated!

ROB MARTINEZ: Poor guy.

While Joey sadly gathers up his costume and belt, things continue apace in the ring. Krenshov stomps down on Corstenoca in the corner. David Banks locks
up with Ca$h for a Belly to Belly Suplex. Ca$h skips across the ring, and Banks turns and lays into Bobby O’Brady – perhaps unwisely saving the Crusher,
who is able to get himself back into the ring. Lyndsey Valentine is on the mat still, Kyle Roberts holding a mean looking headlock on her, and shouting
“Come on, baby. Time to submit to Stylin’ Kyle.” That earns some heat from the fans. And speaking of heat, Bobby O’Brady has turned to tables on David
Banks… Body Slam! Banks tries to roll away as O’Brady gestures down at him that soon, he’ll be wearing a title belt, earning further boos from the crowd.
O’Brady glares over to the front row, turns… SPINEBUSTER! The Crusher flattens the Irish Adonis, and the crowd cheers! Jake Phoenix is trying to regain
some momentum against Krenshov, while Corstenoca pulls himself back to his feet in the corner. Krenshov growls and grabs Phoenix – who’s not a small man,
himself – by the neck and throws him into corner, smack into Corstenoca. Both men slump, and Krenshov turns… ducking aside just as The Crusher goes flying
by him! CRUSHER EFFECT! Jake Phoenix takes the brunt of it, but The Sparx cushions most of the impact behind him. Both men collapse, as The Crusher rises
to his feet, hits a pose and shouts at the crowd; “KILL! OR BE CRUSHED!” A cheer from the crowd and Kurt James, now, turns… KRENSHOV! The Colossal slaps
a hand down over James’ throat! Crusher shakes his head “No!” but Krenshov just hauls him up… and CHOKESLAM over the top rope!

JENNY JERSEY: “The Crusher” Kurt James has been eliminated!

ROB MARTINEZ: My GOD the power! What a way to go! There’s still eight men – check that, SEVEN men and a woman – left in the match, and there’s still just
too much going on to keep track of it all…

Lyndey Valentine has caught the bottom rope, and Stylin’ Kyle – laughing – releases his hold. Standing, he reaches down to pull her up… but Valentine
locks up on the bottom rope, refusing to let go. Stylin’ Kyle laughs again and goes to start prying her lose…and Ca$h throws a forearm into his spine!
Roberts reels, clutching his back, and Ca$h locks up from behind… German Suplex! Still locked up, rolls through… German Suplex! Doesn’t let go, rolls
through again, Stylin’ Kyle shaking his head “No!” GERMAN SUPLEX! The crowd cheers, and Ca$h quickly rises to his feet, just in time to see David Banks
coming off the second rope… BLOCKBUSTER! Ca$h is down! Phoenix and Corstenoca are down! Roberts is down! O’Brady is down! Lyndsey Valentine continues
to cling to the bottom rope. That just leaves… KRENSHOV. The Colossus reaches out to catch Banks but the Chairman dances out of the way, hits the ropes
and drives his body right into Krenshov’s knee. Krenshov howls, and staggers backward, and Banks – not missing a beat – hits the ropes a second time, and
drives himself into Krenshov’s other knee! This time Krenshov teeters forward and crashes to the ring, and the crowd erupts! David Banks shouts something
witty down at the fallen giant but it’s totally drowned out by the cheering. The Chairman then climbs up to the top rope… and CA$H comes right out of
nowhere! Springboard DROPKICK! David Banks topples into guardrail!

JENNY JERSEY: David Banks has been eliminated!

ROB MARTINEZ: Going up to the top rope is always a risk, more so in any battle royal. Today just wasn’t a lucky day for David Banks.

Chris “the Sparx” Corstenoca seems to be back on his feet. He and Ca$h both descend on the fallen Krenshov. Each man grabs a leg, and they start trying
to turn the giant over. Jake Phoenix is also suddenly back into this thing, and he’s taken a handful of Lyndsey Valentine’s hair. The crowd boos as he
pries her free from the bottom rope, and pulls her to her feet. Elsewhere in the ring, Stylin’ Kyle Roberts has latched into Bobby O’Brady. The Irish Adonis
is fed a few quick elbows to the head, then Roberts hooks up O’Brady for a DDT… but O’Brady manages to power out! He twists around, pulling Stylin’ Kyle
up onto his shoulders for the Human Torture Rack! The crowd has an oddly mixed reaction – they don’t appear to care for O’Brady, but they HATE Kyle Roberts.
Bobby O’Brady doesn’t hold on for too long, instead moving to try and drop Roberts over the top rope! Kyle hooks onto the top rope with both hands, locking
himself onto O’Brady’s shoulders. Krenshov has managed to kick away Chris Corstenoca, and is trying to catch hold of Ca$h. Lyndsey is in danger elsewhere,
POWERSLAM! Oh, momma no! The poor woman is being just… just manhandled by the Career Killer, who laughs sadistically.

ROB MARTINEZ: For the love of God! Someone help her!

Kyle Roberts is teetering quite close to elimination, but has locked his legs around O’Brady’s head, and still has a hold on the top rope. Krenshov, meanwhile,
has caught Ca$h’s arm, and is trying to rise to his feet, while Ca$h throws elbows at Krenshov’s head. Jake Phoenix has pulled Valentine back to her feet,
again holding a handful of hair, and rears back to plant a big right fist into her kisser… and Chris Corstenoca is suddenly locked up with him from behind!
Phoenix struggles to free himself, but Corstenoca isn’t going anywhere… FACE BOMB! Valentine staggers away from the pair and into the ropes, as Jake
Phoenix attempts to roll away from Sparx. Kyle Roberts is going over the top rope… but he’s still got O’Brady locked up between his legs! Both men flip
over the top rope! Stylin’ Kyle lands on the apron, but…

JENNY JERSEY: “The Irish Adonis” Bobby O’Brady has been eliminated!

The crowd cheers as Stylin’ Kyle steps back into the ring, smirking and tapping his forehead. Bobby O’Brady, meanwhile, angrily storms away from ringside.
Krenshov has Ca$h in both hands now, and has retaken his feet. Corstenoca is exchanging shots with and angry looking Jake Phoenix. Kyle Roberts has made
a beeline for Lovely Lyndsey Valentine, leering as he locks up with her from behind. That earns some cheap heat. Ca$h breaks free of Krenshov with a well
placed elbow! Krenshov staggers back and Ca$h hits the corner, leaping to the second rope and springboarding toward The Colossus for a Diving Cross-Body…
and Krenshov just CATCHES him! Tilt-a-Whirl… BACKBREAKER! The fans GROAN as Ca$h springs to his feet, clutching his back and staggering away from Krenshov,
but the giant man grabs him by the head and HURLS him over the ropes!

JENNY JERSEY: Ca$h has been eliminated!

ROB MARTINEZ: What a tough break! But with Ca$h out, we’re down to our final five competitors!

Krenshov, a little gassed, retreats to a safe corner to catch his breath. The Career Killer has turned the tables on The Sparx, driving him into the opposite
corner, and throwing some big, beefy chops down on Chris’ chest. Stylin’ Kyle has been playing catch-as-catch-can with Lyndsey Valentine, who seems a little
frustrated. Kyle is all smiles, toying with her like a cat toys with a bird. He finally manages to position himself in front of her in a front face lock,
and that’s when Lyndsey drops to her knees… and OH MOMMA NO! Right in the junk! Stylin’ Kyle HOWLS, face turning red, and the crowd explodes! Valentine
rises to her feet and unloads a stiff looking kick right in Kyle’s chest! Stylin’ Kyle is thrown back into the turnbuckles, still clutching his junk, and
slumps down into the corner. Krenshov starts to rise, eyes locked on Valentine, but she sees him moving, and turns on him! The crowd erupts AGAIN as she
charges… SHINING WIZARD! Krenshov’s bell is RUNG. The giant teeters and crashes face-first into the canvas! Valentine is fired up! She turns back on
Stylin’ Kyle Roberts… BRONCO BUSTER!

ROB MARTINEZ: Stylin’ Kyle Roberts just got lucky!

Valentine is on fire! The REBEL fans start chanting “LYND-SEY! LYND-SEY! LYND-SEY!” She glances back down at the fallen Krenshov, turns and rushes to ropes…
and runs smack into Jake Phoenix. He catches her in his meaty arms. The crowd’s cheers turn to boos and screams! Lyndsey tries to break free, but The Career
Killer’s arms are locked up… BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX! Valentine is planted in the ring! Jake’s grim expression slowly begins to change into a smirk.

ROB MARTINEZ: That sick, sadistic Jake Phoenix is two-times her size! This is a complete mismatch! Oh… oh no DON’T DO IT!

TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER! Stick a fork in Lyndsey Valentine. She’s done. The Career Killer, to a chorus of boos, plucks up Valentine like a rag-doll, walks
to the ropes, and dumps her unceremoniously over the top.

JENNY JERSEY: Lovely Lyndsey Valentine has been eliminated!

“The Career Killer” Jake Phoenix makes a show of brushing off his hands… and suddenly he’s going over the top! The crowd erupts!

JENNY JERSEY: “The Career Killer” Jake Phoenix has been eliminated!

Phoenix can’t believe it! He scrambles to his feet and spins to see what just happened… and Stylin’ Kyle Roberts, still holding his bruised junk and wincing
a bit, taps his head. “Smarter than you, Phoenix. Get to steppin’!”

ROB MARTINEZ: Just like that we’re down to our final three! One of these three men will go on to face the REBEL Heavyweight Champion for the title at the
Supershow!

Chris “The Sparx” Corstenoca leaps at Stylin’ Kyle Roberts as Kenny “the Colossal” Krenshov retakes his feet, shaking the cobwebs from his head. Corstenoca
gets in a few shots, but Kyle shakes it off, takes The Sparx by the head, and hurls him over the top ropes! Final two!

Except for Chris Corstenoca, you know, skinning that cat.

Stylin’ Kyle is oblivious, turning his attention to Krenshov… POLARIZER! Smart play by Roberts, keeping the giant off his feet, but Kyle knows this. He’s
smarter than you, and he’s reminding everyone of it right now.

ROB MARTINEZ: Kyle might have Krenshov at a disadvantage, but he seems to have forgotten that he also needs to get the Colossus OVER THE TOP ROPE.

But that’s a bridge Kyle can burn later. For right now, it’s all about the BEARTAMER, baby! Krenshov howls as Stylin’ Kyle cranks back on his signature
submission hold, weakening the giant. He laughs – perhaps a little manically – and looks up… PANDEMONIUM! The crowd explodes!

ROB MARTINEZ: That was SICK! Kyle hit with the STO Backbreaker right out of that submission hold!

Krenshov scrambles to the ropes, and desperately starts pulling himself to his feet as Chris Corstenoca rushes the far ropes. He rebounds off the ropes,
eyes on the fallen, writhing Stylin’ Kyle Roberts… SPARX STAR PRESS! Stylin’ Kyle THRASHES in the ring, as The Sparx rolls aside and scrambles to his
feet. Kyle, clutching his spine, also shakily rises, but Chis Corstenoca is right there, catching his arm and irish whipping Roberts toward Krenshov…
and the giant ducks down for the BACK BODY DROP! Kyle goes up! Over! And CRASHES to ringside!

JENNY JERSEY: Stylin’ Kyle Roberts has been eliminated!

ROB MARTINEZ: The REBEL crowd is on it’s feet! We’re down to the final two! Kenny “the Colossal” Krenshov! Chris “The Sparx” Corstenoca! One of these two
men gets a Heavyweight Title shot! And I’m not going to lie, folks… the odds are NOT in The Sparx’s favor here!

Chris Corstenoca eyes Krenshov warily as the Colossus retakes his feet. There’s about a three second pause as the giant man eyes Corstenoca, then with a
roar Krenshov charges. He goes for a clothesline, but The Sparx ducks aside! Krenshov crashes into the ropes at full tilt, but catches himself before he
goes over. He turns in time to see Chris Corstenoca careen off of the far ropes and FLY into him at full speed! FLYING LARIAT! The Sparx catches Krenshov
full in the face, and BOTH MEN TOPPLE OVER THE TOP ROPE! But only one man hits the ground.

JENNY JERSEY: Kenny “the Colossal” Krenshov has been eliminated!

Chris “The Sparx” Corstenoca skins the cat one more time.

JENNY JERSEY: So here is your winner… CHRIS! THE SPARX! CORSTENOCA!

ROB MARTINEZ: MY GOD! HE DID IT! In his first match in REBEL Pro Wrestling, Chris “The Sparx” Corstenoca has just earned himself a Heavyweight Title Match!
Corstenoca looks as surprised as anyone, but the REBEL fans are going WILD! The Sparx’s face splits into a grin and he hits a corner turnbuckle, raising
his arms triumphantly, then indicating that very soon, he’ll be wearing a big shiny belt around his waist! He hops down from the turnbuckle, and… CLANG!
The crowd’s cheers turn to angry boos as KENNY KRENSHOV stands over The Sparx’s twitching body, a dented steel chair in hand, glaring down at the smaller
man.

ROB MARTINEZ: What the HELL is Krenshov’s problem? He’s not even a member of the REBEL roster! Talk about a sore loser!

Krenshov drops the chair as Dan McDonald slides into the ring to check on the prone Corstenoca, and climbs out of the ring. He ignores the boos of the fans
as he makes his way to the back, a strangely satisfied look on his face.

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

“Harvester of Sorrow” by Metallica blasts through the speakers and the boos begin.

JENNY JERSEY: Coming to the ring first, he weighs in at 287 pounds and hails from Chicago Illinois…”Big Bad” Brian Bruno!!!

Bruno emerges from the back and makes a beeline for the ring. He stops at ringside and glares at a fan who is holding a homemade sign that reads “Bruno
Killed My Kitten”

“Here comes the Champ” by Jadakiss replaces Metallica on the speakers and the crowd explodes for their hometown boy.

JENNY JERSEY: And introducing the REBEL Heavyweight Champion…He weighs in at 245 pounds and hails from right here in North Carolina….”The One Man Crime
Spree” Rex Caliber!!!

Rex comes out from behind the curtain, the REBEL Heavyweight Title draped over his shoulder.

ROB MARTINEZ: Well, here comes Rex Caliber but his entourage from last week is curiously absent. Maybe they had a bowling tournament or something?

Rex climbs into the ring smirks at Bruno and hands over the championship to the referee. The anticipation is high and there is a big match feel to this
encounter. The referee calls for the bell and the two men lock up in the center of the ring. Bruno quickly rakes the eyes of Caliber and snaps his head
back with a pair of stiff forearm shots. Caliber takes a short arm clothesline that drops him to the mat and rolling to the outside. Bruno is hot on the
heels of the Champion as he slides out of the ring and clubs Caliber with a double sledge to the side of the head. A scoop slam later and Brian Bruno is
standing over the body of the REBEL Heavyweight Champion. As Rex slowly gets to his feet Bruno yells at a fan and is quickly handed a chair. Bruno cracks
the champ across the back with a wicked chair shot and Caliber is down to all fours! Another chair shot to the back and Caliber is flat on his stomach
grimacing in pain!

ROB MARTINEZ: As we saw earlier Bruno has not only a short temper but a ferocious killer instinct! Caliber is going to have to do something drastic to get
himself back in this match!

Bruno spits on the chair and smiles deviously as he waits for Rex to pull himself to his feet. CRACK! The chair smacks across the skull of Caliber and once
more the Champ is down! Bruno looks at the dented chair and hurls it to the floor. Caliber sits up and he’s sporting a gash on his forehead! Blood is pouring
down his face and dripping all over his body and Arena floor. Bruno however could care less such things as he’s reaching under the ring apron for something.
A huge pop goes through the crowd as Bruno finds what he’s looking for…A cheese grater! Rex is up to one knee when Bruno attacks him with the kitchen
implement! He first cracks the cheese grater across the skull of Rex and then while the champ is down he starts to rub the cheese grater into the open
wound of Caliber! Caliber is able to shove Bruno off of him and he looks like a victim from a horror movie. Bruno tosses the bloodstained cheese grater
into the crowd and a small fight breaks out among the fans trying to take home this one of a kind souvenir.

ROB MARTINEZ: If this keeps up it’ll be Brian Bruno facing “The Sparx” at next weeks supershow in Canada!

Bruno picks up the dented chair and measures the bloodied champion. Rex struggles up to his feet and Bruno charges him, chair in hand! A hip toss from the
champion sends Bruno slamming knees first into the ring steps! Bruno is laying on the floor holding his knees as Caliber steps over him and yanks the REBEL
Title away from the timekeeper. Bruno uses the ring to pull himself up and he turns to take a shot to the head by Rex and his championship belt! Rex drops
the belt to the floor and rolls Bruno back into the ring. Inside the ring Bruno is trying to get to his feet but he’s obviously favoring his right leg.
Rex slips into the ring and immediately drops the challenger with a chop block to the injured joint! As Bruno lays on his back Caliber drops not one, not
two but three elbows across the chest of his opponent. Rex tries for a cover but Bruno kicks out after a count of one. Caliber rolls away from Brian and
back to the outside.

ROB MARTINEZ: Rex Caliber is showing the heart of a champion by staying in this thing! He’s a bloody mess and he’s still trying to keep Bruno down!

Outside the ring Rex reaches under the ring apron and pulls out a ladder to a monster pop from the crowd! He places the ladder on the ring apron but Bruno
hits a baseball slide that sends the ladder back into the chest of the champion. Bruno rolls to the outside and lands a big right hand to the head of Caliber.
Bruno picks up the ladder and turns to clobber Rex with it. Rex drops Bruno with a drop toehold and the challenger lands chest first across the ladder!
Rex jumps up and lands with a mushroom stomp on the back of Bruno as he lays on the ladder knocking the wind out of him. The champ drags Bruno off of the
ladder, pulls him up to his feet and hooks him for a suplex. Rex takes him up and instead of taking him up and over his drops him crotch first on the guard
railing! The crowd lets out a moan (as does Bruno) and Caliber picks the ladder up from the floor. Rex slides the ladder into the ring, then turns and
pulls Bruno off of the guard railing. Bruno is shot into the ring and a bloody Rex Caliber climbs in after him.

ROB MARTINEZ: Rex needs to end this quick! With the amount of blood he’s losing he can only keep this pace up for so long!

Rex picks up the ladder and drives it into the leg of Brian Bruno! Another shot to the leg and Bruno is clutching his leg in agony. Caliber drops the ladder
to the mat and grabs the injured leg of Bruno. Caliber drops the ladder to the mat and pulls Bruno up to his feet. Caliber again hooks him for a suplex
but Bruno blocks it! Bruno rakes the eyes of Caliber and then starts to bite the bloody gash on the champions head! Bruno whips the champ into the ropes
and hits a Arn Anderson style spinebuster onto the ladder! Rex rolls across the ring hold his back in pain as Bruno grins maliciously. Bruno picks up the
ladder and props it up against the ring post before going over and pulling Caliber off of the mat. Bruno Irish whips Caliber into the corner and the ladder
and the champion staggers out of the corner…And right into a Sack Exchange from Bruno! He goes in for the cover , one, two, thr..NO!! The champ kicks
out! Bruno looks shocked that Caliber kicked out and pulls a bloody champ to his feet. Bruno shoots Rex into the ropes and AGAIN hits the Sack Exchange!
ROB MARTINEZ: It’s over! It has to be over!

Bruno goes for a cover! One, Two…The referee gets pulled out of the ring! All eyes turn to the man who pulled the referee out of the ring, it’s Mr. Canada!
Bruno rolls out of the ring and drops Mr. Canada with a clothesline! Bruno grabs the referee and throws him back into the ring before rolling in himself!
ROB MARTINEZ: Damn this Mr. Canada crap! Bruno needs to get the pin before anything or anyone else can stick their nose in this match!

Inside the ring Rex is starting to get to his feet and Bruno drops him with a sitout side powerslam! Again he goes for a cover! One, Two, This time it’s
Bruno who is pulled out of the ring! But not by Mr. Canada, but by The Man In Black! Bruno looks momentarily confused as he looks at both Mr. Canada AND
a Man In Black and then the fight is on! Bruno is throwing wild rights and lefts but is brought down by the duo of masked men!

Lights out.

Several flashbulbs pop through the Arena as the darkness seems to last forever.

Lights up.

The crowd EXPLODES as the NAPW Champion Ravager is standing in the ring behind Rex Caliber! Rex looks at Ravager and then sees the melee on the outside.
Ravager and Rex share a smile and both men head for the save! Ravager starts to climb out of the ring when….Rex Caliber hits the NAPW Champion with a
low blow!

ROB MARTINEZ: What the frickin’ Hell?

Rex starts to kick away at Ravager as the fans rain down boos onto the REBEL Champion! The MIB and Mr. Canada throw Bruno into the ring and climb in after
him. A bloodied Caliber grabs Bruno and nails his Planetary Collision! Caliber yells for the referee to count as the MIB and Mr. Canada pummel Ravager.
Reluctantly the referee counts…One, two, three!!

ROB MARTINEZ: Rex Caliber retains the title! But it looks like our champion has sold his soul to keep that belt!

Mr. Canada handcuffs Bruno to the near turnbuckle and joins in on the beat down on Ravager.

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of the match, and still REBEL Heavyweight Champion…REX Caliber!!

Boos fill the Arena as Rex raises his arms in tainted victory. From nowhere Ravager jabs a thumb into the eyes of the Man In Black! Ravager is back on his
feet and drops Mr. Canada with a clothesline! Rex begs off as Ravager looks ready to kill someone. The Man In Black stumbles into the path of Ravager and
the NAPW Champion reaches out and yanks off the mask!

ROB MARTINEZ: Holy shit! Lloyd Rees?

It is indeed “LDK” Lloyd Rees! The fans are stunned, Ravager however simply grabs his longtime foe and hurls him out of the ring. Mr. Canada looks at Rex
and then pulls off his own mask!

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh my God…It’s David Banks! Rex Caliber has aligned himself with the NAPW Tag Champs!

Banks rushes Ravager and the “white collar assassin” side steps him and sends him hurling over the top rope! Now it’s only Rex and Ravager and the REBEL
champion looks less than thrilled. Ravager advances on Rex when…

“WE’RE SCRAPPPED VALENTINES, WE’RE TANGERINE RINDS WE’RE CRIMESCRIMESCRIMESCRIMESCRIMES” hits the sound system!

ROB MARTINEZ: You’ve got to be kidding me!

But it’s true, from behind the curtain we see…Static emerge to the utter shock of everyone in the REBEL Arena! It’s the distraction that Caliber needs
as he attacks Ravager and takes him to the mat with a double leg takedown. Banks and Rees re-enter the ring and help Rex attack both Ravager and the handcuffed
Brian Bruno!

ROB MARTINEZ: What are we seeing here? Is this some kind of Crimes reunion? How do Banks and Rees fit into this?

Static enters the ring and he hands a microphone to a bloodied Rex Caliber.

REX: RAVAGER… Get the Hell off our Lawn show… You remember it?

Static smirks as Ravager is being held by Rees.

REX: Let me refresh your (BLEEP)ing memory. You handcuffed me… you blasted me… and CAUSED A (BLEEP)ING RIOT.

Rex leans in close to Ravager.

REX: Revenge was needed. It ate away at me, that I let you… YOU PIECE OF SHIT… YOU DO THAT TO ME… And I never got even. Eventually things were just
right. I owned NAPW. I became your boss, but was fair. I waited, I planned and now? You will pay for your Crime! NAPW will pay for their Crimes! That piece
of trash over there…

Rex points to Bruno.

REX: They’ll all pay. Say Hello to the new Crimes bitch!

Rex kicks Ravager in the face and backs off. Static has retrieved the REBEL Heavyweight Title and handed it to Rex.

ROB MARTINEZ: This is sickening! All these weeks Rex Caliber has been playing the fans and the boys in the back for fools! It looks like REBEL has a new
stable…A Stable called the Crimes!

We end on the image of Rex Caliber, Static Lloyd Rees and David Banks leaving the ring. Security is having to keep the fans from attacking the new stable
and inside the ring? We see Ravager and Brian Bruno exchange a look. Rex Caliber started a war…Now Ravager and Bruno look to finish it. By any means
necessary.Assman vs Deven Darkeyes vs Mikhail Kharitonov
Caliban vs Al Thoes
Warren vs “Sick” Billy Kryenik
The Foundation vs The Bluegrass Mafia
Open Invitational Battle Royal
Rex Caliber vs Brian Bruno

Ladder To Success – 05/01/2007

LADDER TO SUCCESS
05/01/2007
It’s 6:30 and the REBEL Arena is already quickly filling up with fans. A REBEL Title match? A Falls count anywhere match? NAPW vs REBEL? Tit’s N’ Ass?
How could any die hard REBEL fan miss this show? A group of teenagers are having their pictures taken with the new REBEL Heavyweight Champion Rex Caliber,
while a cluster of grown men undress Jenny Jersey from afar. On the merchandise table tonight we see that REBEL has released it’s first two DVDs for sale
and man! They’re going like hot cakes! Rob Martinez is talking to some fans along ringside as the minutes seem to drag by. The Arena has set a new record
tonight as nearly 300 fans have come to see what promises to be another intense night of action!!!

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

They’re ringside here in the REBEL Arena!!!

Jenny Jersey climbs into the ring with her trusty microphone and smiles at the fans….

JENNY JERSEY: Are you ready for some wrestling?

A huge pop from the crowd seems to let her (and everyone in the back) know that they’re hot for REBEL!

JENNY JERSEY: Then let’s hear it for Rob Martinez!!!

“Killing in the name of…” By Rage Against The Machine hits the speakers and Martinez steps into the ring. Jenny hands over the microphone to him and he’s
all smiles.

ROB MARTINEZ: Thank you! Tonight we’ll see the crowning of a new REBEL Carolinas Champion in a six man TLC match! We’ll see Rex Caliber defend the Heavyweight
Title he won just last month AND we’ll see a battle between REBEL and NAPW as the monster Caliban takes on Bruce “The Beast” Richards! So what are we waiting
for? Let REBEL Reign!

Martinez hands back the microphone to the lovely Jenny Jersey and the wolf whistles begin. She smiles and maybe even blushes a little. Rob takes his spot
at ringside at his little table to do play by play and we’re off!

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

Parliament kicks up, and that can only mean one man. If you could call him a man. Man or myth, the garish & flamboyantly clad good doctor makes his way
out of the entrance. He gets some cheers, some boos, but most of the crowd is too downright mystified and/or terrified to know what to do!

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, from Baltimore Maryland! Weighing in at two-hundred and thirty-five pounds, he is the infamous DR. TITTYLOVERRR!

ROB MARTINEZ: It was back at REBEL Pro Wrestling’s very first show, “In The Beginning,” that we last saw this man Dr. Tittylover. Trust me folks, you don’t
want to know what he’s been up to in the interim.

The good Dr. struts into the ring, making like James Brown. Something of feat when you’re wearing 6-inch platform shoes with goldfish swimming around in
them. Hey, are those goldfish dead? How would you get them out of there, anyways?

Whatever the case, the crowd suddenly has reason to get on their feet! The Fab Four broadcasts through the PA, and to a roaring ovation comes Mike Trey,
(much) better known as…

JENNEY JERSEY: And his opponent, from Manchester, England! He weighs in at two-hundred and thirty pounds… ladies and gentlemen, THE ASSMANNN!

ROB MARTINEZ: My Goodness, what a fanbase this young man from the UK has developed here in North Carolina! These fans love The Assman, no doubt about that.
Assman comes to the ring, slapping hands with fans. He walks around the ring making sure all of his “Ass-oholics” get a glimpse. A trio of female fans (a
rarity at wrestling gigs) are in the front row FREAKING OUT. “OHMIGODOHMIGODOHMIGOD!” “Assman – give us a wiggle!” somebody calls out! Trey winks, then
turns his money-maker their way…

Wig-gle.

“AHHHHHHHH!” The girls scream with delight, fainting all over each other. Girls screaming, fainting, The Assman is the second coming of Elvis! He hits the
ring and the turnbuckle, finally this thing is ready to get going. There’s the bell!

ROB MARTINEZ: We are set for singles action here in REBEL Pro, two of the most … unique superstars squaring off against each other. It was at “In The
Beginning” that Team T&A wrestled the Celtic Assassins – and Dr. Tittylover left The Assman high and dry when he… er… got distracted. By boobies. Which,
as the name implies, are things he loves. Anyways, in the ring, we lock-up! The technical Brit going against the unorthodox… crackhead style. That’s
it, I’ve lost all journalistic credibility.

Titty struts around the ring like he’s the Doctor of Style, not the doctor of… you know already. The joke’s already run into the ground and we’re JUST
GETTING STARTED. Lock-up, Trey gets the better of that, getting behind the good doctor and trying a german suplex. The mad pimp struggles with that, snapmares
Trey over. What is this — technical wrestling? Dr. Tittylover actually grabs an overhand armbar on his opponent. With a grunt, The Assman begins to take
his feet, trying to twist the arm back the other way. He gets it, holding Tittylover by the hand. Drives the elbow into the shoulder, dropping Titty to
one knee. Titty gets up, high-stepping, another elbow into the shoulder joint. Titty back to one knee, Assman swings a leg up above the arm? Rocker Dropper
style maneuver on the arm, driving it down to the canvas! Trey gets a cover, only a one count, but he’s right back to the arm. Dr. Tittylover is hollering
loudly about “pullin th’ hair you cracka ref!” Nothing doing, Assman twists the arm some more. Titty howls in pain, he’s seeing stars. Or is that the acid?
Assman firmly in control, he takes a moment whilst holding Titty in the armbar to give ‘em a wiggle. And yes, the crowd loves it, men and women. It’s either
hilarious or hawt apparently. Assman works the arm bar into a hammerlock behind Titty’s back, then lifts him up for a belly-to-back suplex — right on
the arm!

ROB MARTINEZ: If Dr. Tittylover doesn’t have his arm, he can’t possibly hit the Titpocalypse! The Assman could take this home early!

Titty is in pain, watch out for the Assman! Off the ropes with a run, bulldog! Spinning bulldog! There’s a cover, only a two count. Tittylover again grabs
the arm bar, Tittylover fights his way to his feet. With those six-inch flats on, he has almost a foot height advantage over Trey – that’s a lot of TALLLLL,
baby. Titty wrenches the arm, whipping Assman down. Assman pops up, headlock by Titty, pushed into the ropes by Assman sending the doctor of boobology
off at a run. Trey tries a clothesline, ducked by Titty, rebound, and it’s BOOTZILLA, BABY! Titty launches himself off the canvas with a running flying
Yakuza kick, goldfish and all! Trey goes down in a heap.

ROB MARTINEZ: A cover there, one, two, The Assman kicks out! I have to question, is Dr. Tittylover really wearing appropriate footwear for the wrestling
ring? Answer: This is REBEL Pro Wrestling! Anything goes, even goldfish-filled go-go boots sported by a mad pimp! And now things look grim for Trey!

They do indeed, he gets put down by the Atomic Dog… and then? Oh yeah, baby. You know it. THE MOTHERSHIP CONNECTION. The Assman is going to have to tap
out right here! Tittylover has those hands locked around the neck, waggling his tongue back and forth like Michael Jordan on speed! The crowd is rallying
behind Assman, chanting “Don’t Tap That Ass! Don’t Tap That Ass!” WTF? Assman reaches down deep, stretches out… and grabs the ropes! The referee calls
for the hold to be broken. Tittylover holds on a couple extra seconds but best price generic cialis 20 mg breaks free, calling the referee a jive turkey in the process. He pulls up The
Assman, throwing some kicks and punches, into the corner they go. Dr. Tittylover with a snap suplex from there, then he ascends to the top rope! I’m impressed
he can balance in those damn shoes. Riddle me this: what happens when you get Dr. Tittylover on the top rope? Answer: FLYING PIMP! Wait a minute! Trey
sidesteps the move! Tittylover manages to land on his feet, losing his balance only momentarily, but heeeeeere’s The Assman! He flips over Tittylover from
behind, grabbing the neck for a rolling snapmare — Titty’s head into the canvas! Snapmare Driver! Unbelievable! Two men to their feet, Titty throws a
crackhead punch, blocked, Trey hits a chop to stun the man and then fires him into the corner. HEAD OF STEAM~! Assman runs right up Tittylover’s chest
and flips backwards, then runs at him again from the landing for a monkey flip! Whoooooo!

ROB MARTINEZ: This crowd is going crazy! The Assman is on fire!

Trey wants a classic Side Russian Leg Sweep to put Tittylover away, but he gets pimp-elbows in the side of the head for his troubles. TITPOCALYPSE — Assman
responds with his own elbows to block the devastating maneuver! He gets free and rushes, but Titty catches him and turns him right upside down, oh no,
it’s The Big Stiffy tombstone! Tittylover thrusts a couple times for good measure (oh dear) — Assman is kicking his legs! He shifts the weight, forcing
Tittylover to fallbackwards, Assman lands on his feet, he shifts Tittylover onto his shoulders! Throws Tittylover face-first into the turnbuckle, that’s
Snake Eyes! Titty has got the GOOGLY EYES, he stumbles backwards… Assman wraps his hands around his neck! LUNG BLOWER! He calls that the Ass Cracker,
the cover is made and there’s the three count!

JENNEY JERSEY: Here is your winner… MIKE TREY! THE ASSMANNNNN!

The crowd is cheering and whooping as Assman gets his hand raised by the referee. But what’s this? He’s helping up Dr. Tittylover. The good Doctor looks
to be partially on dream street (what kind of dreams would THIS man have). Assman extends his hand out. Tittylover sways on his feet, then makes an inarticulate
noise and shakes Assman’s hand. They embrace as the crowd goes crazy.

ROB MARTINEZ: It would seem that there are no hard-feelings after that hard-fought match-up, and Team T&A is back together! A big win for The Assman here
tonight, what kind of damage will he and Dr. Tittylover do in the tag ranks of REBEL Pro Wrestling now?

The dynamic duo of deliciousness dance in the ring, giving the fans what they want. Which is, you know.

MAD BOOTY SHAKING.

Oh yeah.

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JENNY JERSEY: This next match is scheduled for one fall!

“Rational Gaze” by Meshuggah plays over the speakers as the crowd crane their necks to see the Russian newcomer.

JENNY JERSEY: Coming to the ring first, hailing from St Petersberg, Russia and weighing in at 240 pounds…Mikhail Kharitonov!!!

The big Russian makes his way out from the back looking ready to kick some serious ass. He climbs into the ring and looks at the North Carolina crowd with
disinterest.

“Nobody’s Listening” By Linkin Park pumps through the speakers and the crowd give a nice little ovation at the man who steps out from behind the curtain.
JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent, hailing from Riverside, California and weighing in at 285 pounds….”The Crusher” Kurt James!!!

James makes his way towards the ring slapping hands with the fans all the way.

ROB MARTINEZ: “The Crusher” Kurt James makes his debut tonight against another newcomer in this big Russian Mikhail Kharitonov. Not much is known about
the Russian but “The Crusher” is a former NAPW Television Champion. Curious to see how he fairs here tonight.

The two men are now in the ring and the referee calls for the bell. They circle each other and Mikhail tries for a double leg takedown. James jumps out
of the way and smirks at the Russian. Mikhail shows no emotion as he starts to once again circle his opponent. James come sin and takes a low kick to the
left leg that backs him off. Another leg kick brings a wince on the face of James. Mikhail is trying to cut the ring in half and again lands another stiff
kick to the leg of “The Crusher.” The fans are starting to stir. A small chant of “Boooooooring!” has started.

ROB MARTINEZ: Obviously a feeling out period for both of these men.

Mikhail once more goes for a kick but this time James swats it away and lunges in on the Russian! One double leg takedown later and James has mounted Mikhail!
He tries to drop bombs on Mikhail but the former MMA fighter expertly covers up. James is rolled off and he quickly scrambles to his feet. Mikhail throws
a short right that stuns James and the Russian locks in a side headlock. James backs Mikhail into the ropes and shots him off dropping him to the mat with
a shoulder tackle! The Russian gets up and takes a big right hand to the head! Another! A third leaves Mikhail slumped against the ring ropes. James whips
Mikhail off of the ropes and nails a belly to belly suplex that rattles the MMA fighter!

ROB MARTINEZ: Now we’re seeing some action!

Mikhail is getting to his feet as “The Crusher” Kurt James drops to a three point stance. He charges and takes Mikhail up and over! “The Crusher” points
to Mikhail and again drops to a three point stance! The Russian is up! SPEAR! James hooks a leg, and the referee is in the perfect position to make the
three count!

ROB MARTINEZ: Whoa! Just like that it’s over! Nice win for “The Crusher” Kurt James!

JENNY JERSEY: Your winner by pinfall, “The Crusher” Kurt James!

The fans give both men a nice little ovation and Kurt James leaves the ring with his first REBEL win under his belt!

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The post-match lull is broken, as all of a sudden, a man from the crowd crosses the barricade and swipes Jenny Jersey’s microphone! The man slides into
the ring and looks at the camera, sneering.

MAN: So this is REBEL Pro Wrestling, huh? What a load of crap!

Lots of boos from the REBEL crowd.

MAN: Oh, did you all come here to see people go through tables and hit each other over the head with chairs?

Huge cheer for the TLC match later tonight!

MAN: That’s too damn bad, because that’s not what I do! My name is Donovan Astros, and what I do is… WRESTLE.

More boos fill the arena.

ASTROS: Some of you may have heard of me, I wrestle for sort of a sister group to this hellhole, I am NAPW’s hottest rising star, but now I get to get acquainted
with some of the redheaded stepchildren of the family here in *accented* No’th Caholinah!

Amidst the boos, one fan yells out “Go The F*ck Home!!”

ASTROS – Trust me, I’d love to go home, but apparently this REBEL Pro Wrestling has some… open business next week. An open battle royal where the winner
gets a shot at the REBEL Heavyweight Title! And as much as I know you’d like one of your beloved REBEL misfits to come out here and give me my comeuppance,
the only way you’re going to see me wrestle is if you go, buy a ticket…

Astros pauses, letting the boos continue to soak in…

ASTROS: And hop on a plane to Edmonton, Alberta, Canada to watch me wrestle in 2 weeks! I’m not gonna be wrestling in some open battle royal in a dingy
hole somewhere in the armpit of America, and there’s two reasons why! One, quite frankly, I’m too good and too talented to have to fight my way through
God knows how many people to get title shots, they should be HANDED to me.

Another pause, as more boos come out directed at the arrogance in the ring.

ASTROS: And secondly, even though, in 2 weeks, me, Jake Phoenix, Chris Casino and Sebastian Martyr will be decimating 4 of REBEL’s so-called finest, it’ll
be in an NAPW ring under NAPW rules, as opposed to this ring with NO rules. I don’t need to be like one of REBEL’s misfits and slap people around with
chairs, cut ‘em open, put ‘em through tables… no, I have what they lack, the talent to win matches within the rules!

“Cocky” by Kid Rock hits the speakers and from the back rushes “The Show” Chad Kurtis!

ROB MARTINEZ: This can only end badly…

The two men exchange heated words in the middle of the ring and Astros throws a wild right hand! It’s blocked! Kurtis hits a right hand of his one to the
head of Astros! Another puts him on rubber legs! A third sends Astros down to the mat and rolling to the outside as Chad Kurtis stands tall!

ROB MARTINEZ: Chad Kurtis defends the honor of REBEL Pro Wrestling AND sends a message to Donovan Astros!

Kurtis soaks in the cheers as Astros high tails it out of the REBEL Arena.

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JENNY JERSEY: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, introducing first, weighing in tonight at Two-Hundred and Seventy-Five pounds, from Belfast,
Northern Ireland… “The Irish Adonis” Bobby O’Brady!!!

“Sunday Bloody Sunday” by U2 begins to play and out comes Bobby O’Brady, complete with a “Nothin’s Finer Than Livin’ In North Carolina” T-Shirt. His cheap
attempt for a pop goes sour as the fans begin to boo him once again. His happy expression suddenly turns to one of sadness as he walks down to the ring.
He slides in, the crowd seems to of lightened up a bit and Jenny takes the mic once more.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent, weighing in at Two-Hundred and Fifty-Seven pounds, from Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan… Stylin’ Kyle Roberts!

Kyle Roberts slowly comes out from beneath the curtains and keeps his eyes fixated on the ring and his opponent. He makes it to the apron and slides in.
Both men walk to their corner and the viagra100mgprice-discountone.com bell rings

ROB MARTINEZ: This should be an exciting contest between two men who are determined to walk out of this Arena with a win under their belt.

Kyle Roberts and Bobby O’Brady both walk to the center of the ring and immediately lock in in Collar-Elbow fashion. The bigger O’Brady gains the advantage
and pushes Kyle Roberts into the ropes and Chop! Chop! Chop! Kyle Roberts pushes O’Brady back and nails him with a quick right, to end the onslaught of
chops. He then latches on a headlock and grounds Bobby O’Brady and manages to get him down for a one. O’Brady pushes him off and both men scramble to their
feet and its back to the Collar-Elbow tie-up. Both men push each other off and rush, Kyle Roberts with a knee to the gut! O’Brady falls to his knees and
Kyle Roberts lands a kick to the ribs of O’Brady. He leaps for a cover and doesn’t even get a one as O’Brady pushes him right off. Both men are back to
their feet once more, but there is no Tie-up, O’Brady hits a hard right that sends Kyle Roberts reeling into the ropes, Roberts rebounds and clothesline!
-Ducked- by O’Brady and Powerlsam as Kyle runs back! O’Brady turns Kyle onto his stomach and Front headlock…KNEE! KNEE! KNEE! KNEE! KNEE! KNEE! Thats
sure to take the momentum right out of Roberts. He turns him over and One! Two! Kickout by Kyle Roberts. O’Brady lifts Kyle back to his feet and UP! O’Brady
is stalling his suplex… He walks around for a few moments displaying his strength and Suplex slams Kyle to the mat. He hooks the leg and One! Two! Another
kickout by Kyle Roberts. O’Brady brings Kyle to his feet once more, and into the corner goes Kyle. O’Brady rushes and body avalanche! Roberts with a dropkick!
O’Brady is caught by surprise and falls to the ground. Kyle Roberts grabs hold of O’Brady and drags him to the center of the ring, he hits the ropes and
Lionsault! One! Two! Thr- O’Brady powers out!

ROB MARTINEZ: Close call by The Celtic! He wants this win bad, not just for him but for his….Fans.

Kyle Roberts is up to his feet and O’Brady quickly follows. Hard right by Roberts, A hard right by O’Brady, Roberts, O’Brady, Roberts, O’Brady, Roberts
O’Brady, Roberts and ENZIGURI! Roberts knocks O’Brady to the ground. Kyle then lifts O’Brady to his feet and Emerald Fusi- Reversed by O’Brady and Torture
Rack! It’s locked in and unluckily for Kyle, they are standing in the middle of the ring! Kyle Roberts is in pain! The crowd is going wild! “WOO!” Oh,
tell me he did not just… Yep, here come the boo’s. The fans backlash once more and O’Brady drops Kyle and begins asking the crowd what is wrong with
them. Kyle takes advantage of the situation and leaps up to his feet and O’Brady gives him a kick to the gut, and Powerbomb! Cover! One! Two! Thre- No!
He just barely manages to kick out! O’Brady is getting frustrated and lifts Kyle to his feet, an irish whip later and Kyle is soaring through the air,
via powerslam. Cover! One! Two! Foot on the ropes! O’Brady lifts Kyle once more and, thumb to the eye by Kyle! Kyle grabs ‘em and Emerald Fusio- O’Brady
reverses it again! Can it be? The pumphandle! He’s up on his shoulder… BOOM! Into the first corner!, Into the second! Into the third! The crowd is on
their feet! Into the FOUR- Roberts leaps off O’Bradys shoulders! O’Brady is sent Chest first into the turnbuckle and reels backwards into Kyle who is on
all fours, he trips over him! Kyle has the legs and… The BEAR-TAMER! O’Brady is trying to reach the ropes! But Kyle has managed to get him in the center
of the ring!

O’Brady pushes himself up!

He’s inching closer and closer! His fingertips are brushing against the ropes!

O’BRADY IS GIVING IT ALL HE HAS!

HE PUSHES HIMSELF FORWARD AND ROPE BREA–

KYLE DRAGS HIM BACK TO THE CENTER!

KYLE IS PULLING BACK AS HARD AS HE CAN! O’BRADY IS GONNA BREAK INTO TWO IF THIS LASTS AND LONGER!

O’BRADY TAPS!

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of this match, via submission… Stylin’ Kyle Roberts!

ROB MARTINEZ: Tough loss for O’Brady, but he showed everyone why he’s a top star here in REBEL! As for Kyle, well I’m sure he’ll gloat about this forever.
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JENNY JERSEY: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, WHICH WILL COUNT ANYWHERE IN NORTH CAROLINA!

“Demon Hunter” plays throughout the REBEL Arena, and out walks Thomas Young, wearing one half of the tag team titles. No one is with him for this match,
he comes out alone. He tells the fans to shut up.

ROB MARTINEZ: He is holds that belt, because his opponent tonight accidentally helped him on the last show. He– wait a minute, Dio has just ran out from
the back and nailed Thomas with his bat.

Ding! Jimmy Johnson runs out to the entrance way, and this match is underway. Dio takes off Thomas’ belt and nails him in the viagra photos head with it. Thomas rolls
down the entrance way, and Dio stalks him. Dio picks him up, but a quick low blow from Thomas, incapacitates Dio, who drops his bat. Thomas checks his
head for blood, but finds none. He whiplashes Dio into the ring steps.

ROB MARTINEZ: Apparently the formal introductions aren’t needed for this war to start. It’s Thomas Young versus Dio Muerte… Falls count anywhere in the
state of North Carolina.

Dio hits shoulder first into the steps. Thomas Young kicks Dio in the head. He covers him for a quick two count. Dio gets out, grabs Thomas by the head,
and meets him half way with his head. Thomas is dazed. Dio gets up, and starts throwing punches. Thomas covers up from the barrage, but now has a mouse
under his eye. Shuffle side kick and Thomas is propelled over the guard rail.

ROB MARTINEZ: This match is turning ugly quick. The fans have scattered. Dio goes over the railing and a desperate Young throws a folded chair at the head
of Dio… THE CHAIR IS AROUND DIO’S NECK!

Dio gets the chair off his neck, but Young is in position for the FOLLOW THROUGH! He covers Dio.

One…

Two…

Kickout, somehow someway… and the match will not end just yet. Thomas is frustrated and yelling at referee Jimmy Johnson. Dio is taking something out
of his pocket, and has it in his hand. Thomas bends down and…

ROB MARTINEZ: DIO JUST STABBED THOMAS IN THE HEAD WITH A FORK!

Thomas staggers away. Dio gets up and clips the knee of Thomas. Dio grabs the Thomas by the head, and STABS HIM AGAIN! BLOOD SPURTS FROM THE HEAD OF YOUNG!
AGAIN! Dio throws the fork down, and nails Thomas with a right hand that would make Chuck Liddell shake in his boots. Dio picks up a steel chair, and WHAM…
OVER THE BACK OF YOUNG. Young is trying to crawl away and they are nearing the concession tables. Dio picks up a full trash can. He lifts it high, tosses
it up, and it drops on the back of Thomas’ head. Thomas grabs the side of the con session table, which is selling Blue Grass Mafia T-shirts. He tries to
use it to help himself up. Dio slams Thomas’ head into it, and blood goes all over the shirts.

ROB MARTINEZ: He just ruined all those shirts… WAIT! Fans are asking to buy the blood soaked shirts for souvenirs! THESE FANS ARE TRULY UNIQUE! Dio gets
Young on the table.

Dio spots a ladder setting not to far from the table. He grabs it, and sets it up. It looks to be like 25 feet in the air…

Dio climbs it…

FROGSPLASH OFF A LADDER AND DIO MUERTE…

CRRASSHESS THROUGH AN EMPTY TABLE.

ROB MARTINEZ: Young moved, and Dio is hurt. Young can’t get over to cover though. Blood is all over the shirts, and fans are LINED UP SINGLE FILE TO BUY
THEM! EVERYONE GET YOUR BLOOD SPLATTERED BGM SHIRTS TODAY!

Young finally gets over and makes the cover. A two count, and nothing more. Jimmy Johnson looks on in amazement. Thomas gets up and leans next to a black
Jaguar. The front says Garrett Enterprises… blood drips onto it. Thomas’ head is lined up with the driver side window. Dio gets up, and swings at Thomas,
who ducks… Dio’s hand breaks the glass.

ROB MARTINEZ: THEY JUST BROKE THE WINDOW OF RICK GARRETT’S CAR! Dio is bleeding from his hand.

Thomas tries for a big boot and misses. Dio kicks Young in the stomach, and DDT on the gravel parking lot! He actually covers. Jimmy with the count, and
a two count. Young looks really bad right now. Dio lays in some more shots to the head of Thomas, and Young retreats into the building. The crowd is following
them back in. Thomas falls down and there’s no telling how much blood is gone.

ROB MARTINEZ: This match hasn’t even made it into the ring, and probably won’t. This a fight, and Dio is winning it right now.

Dio wants to make Young suffer… he has some rope… where the hell did he get rope? Anyway, he has made a noose, and has it around the neck/throat of
Young. He tightens it up, and the crowd cheers.

HANG HIS ASS!

HANG HIS ASS!

Dio drags him through the crowd, and they make it to the huge dock doors. He ties one end of the rope to the bottom part of the door. He pushes a button
on the side on the wall, and the door raises. It’s slow…

ROB MARTINEZ: THERE HAS TO BE A RULE AGAINST THIS? RIGHT?

It raises some more, and Young is standing, and then his feet do not touch the floor.. THOMAS YOUNG IS BEING HUNG! Dio unloads on him with some stiff punches…
and BAM!

ROB MARTINEZ: PRINCE DARKO JUST LAID OUT DIO WITH A TWO BY FOUR.

He lowers the door, and cuts down Young. Darko then boots Dio in the head. THE EFFECT! Dio is getting assaulted by the REBEL Tag Champs. Young crawls over
to Dio, and smacks him in the face. He spits on him. Prince Darko yells at some nearby fans as Thomas Young goes for a lax cover on Dio!

One!

Two!

From out of nowhere Dio hooks the arms of Young and rolls him over for a pin of his own!

One!

Two!

Prince Darko just happens to turn his head to see Young being the one pinned! He tries for the save but he’s to late!

Three!

ROB MARTINEZ: Dio just won this thing! Oh my God what a match! Young was caught napping and paid for it!

JENNY JERSEY: The Winner fo this Falls Count Anywhere Match…Dio Muerte!!!

The REBEL Tag champs are seriously pissed at this turn of events. Young quickly scrambles to his feet and with Darko they pick Dio up and ZAMUNDA DRIVER
ON THE FLOOR! Darko slaps Dio and shows him his Tag team belt. This match has not ended. Thomas Young tells him that it’s time to finish him. Darko gets
Dio to be face down. Young gets a chair, they slide it under Dio’s face. Thomas secures him, Darko gets another chair and they tell Dio….

GOODNIGHT!!!!

They slam the chair against Dio skull and grin at the bloodied and battered man laying on the floor before them. Security rushes out and usher the Tag Champs
away from the scene as the camera pans in on a bloodied swollen face of Dio. Amazingly he’s conscious and we hear him uttering the same sentence over and
over again…

DIO: It’s not over…It’s not over….

ROB MARTINEZ: Not over? What more could Dio possibly want from The Foundation?

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JENNY JERSEY: Ladies anf gentlemen, the following contest is the Tables, Ladders and Chairs match to crown the inaugural REBEL Carolinas Champion!

Huge pop from the crowd to go along with that announcement. Bring out the buckets of blood – these fans are RAVENOUS.

ROB MARTINEZ: This is the match we’ve been waiting for, just who will walk out the REBEL Carolinas Champion? Joining me on commentary is none other than
“The Show” Chad Kurtis. A man who not only has a brother involved in this match but is the #1 contender to this very title!

CHAD KURTIS: Thanks for having me Rob, this match will be awesome and I look for my bro to win that belt and bring it home to the Bluegrass Mafia!

The late, great Easy E’s “Still Cruisin’” filters in and the crowd offers a mixed reaction for Murcielago. He walks down to the ring, confident as usual
with a determined look on his face. Once inside he takes up residence in a corner, content with waiting for his opponents rather than wasting time with
empty taunts.

ROB MARTINEZ: He’s the underdog for sure, but you can’t count out a man with the heart of this Murcielago. Just last month he went to war with that insane
monster Caliban. It doesn’t hurt that he’s also the biggest man in this contest – though I don’t think size is what I’d consider Brian Bruno’s best “attribute”.
CHAD KURTIS: The man always looks pissed off Rob, Why is that I wonder?

“Never Gonna Get It” and here comes David Banks, NAPW Tag Team Championship over his shoulder. The boos could drown all the fish in the sea. Cocky. Arrogant.
Self-centered. Dickhead. Whatever you want to call him, there’s no denying this man is on FIRE – and tonight he looks to become a double champion in the
NAPW/REBEL universe. He glides down to the ring it seems, that smirk never fading off his face. He hops up to the apron and vaults himself into the ring,
staring right at Murcielago as he raises his arms in the air. “CHARISMA, BABY!”

Lil’ John and SLAYER (of all the bands…) announces the coming of Clint Zellor. The afro’ed superstar, half brother of NAPW’s Stone Zellor, slaps a few
high fives with the fans and strides down the ring. That belt Banks is holding once rested comfortably around Clint’s waist, and Banks makes sure to let
him hear all about it. Clint just winks at him.

ROB MARTINEZ: Perhaps Clint Zellor will break through with another huge singles victory? It wasn’t all that long ago he pinned Stylin’ Kyle Roberts to the
mat in what many consider an NAPW match of the year candidate – is it Clint’s time to shine, like his brother’s up North?

CHAD KURTIS: I still think the win over Roberts was a fluke but meh.

“Stay In Shadow” by Finger Eleven is next. Cataclysm, master of the Blue Ruin, walks out to the ring surrounded by a mysterious aura. From behind his hood
we see piercing eyes, focused on just one thing – championship gold.

Matthew Kurtis is the next out, and he must have had to tie down Lyndsey Valentine to keep her from coming out to ringside with him. All business, he stares
down his opponents all the way. The crowd shows it’s support for their fellow Southern boy. He steps in the ring, awaiting the final competitor…

And we all know who that is by now. “Harvester of Sorrow” blares over the PA. A few seconds go by…and then out comes Brian Bruno! To the surprise of,
well, any NAPW fan at least, he gets a small smattering of cheers. Then again, why not? These people want blood. And who better to give it to them? He
holds a steel chair in one hand, and has a cart filled with all sorts of plunder by his side. He pushes it down the ramp, and charges full sleep behind
it with frightening speed for a man his size!

ROB MARTINEZ: It looks like this one’s ready to kick off without the introductions! Bruno ain’t waiting for a damn thing, this man is out of control!

Indeed he is. He slides in, meeting the first man he sees, Murcielago with a sick THUD from the chair. Murc crumples to the mat from the hellacious shot,
and The crowd explodes. Banks comes at Bruno next – and Bruno throws the chair into the air? Banks looks up in confusion – and gets clotheslined out of
his jock! More cheers, and here comes Zellor to try and halt the beast. Right hand from Zellor but Bruno ducks under and applies a full nelson – full nelson
slam! Zellor rolls out under the bottom rope as Cataclysm comes with a flying kick at Bruno. Bruno dodges it and Kurtis gets decked, flipping over the
sale of cialis ropes! Cataclysm just shrugs, but turns right around into a thunderous GOOOOOOOOOOREEEEE! The fans are in a frenzy as Brian Bruno just cleaned house in
record time. He stands tall in the middle of the ring – and gets blasted with a ladder right in the back courtesy of David Banks. Banks looks around at
the carnage and sees opportunity. He sets up the ladder faster than Tim Taylor ever could and scampers up – it’s in his grasp! The crowd is booing, Banks
is going to – WHAT ON EARTH?!? BRUNO JUST PICKED THE LADDER UP! Banks lets go of the belt and tries to hold on for dear life, what the hell is Bruno going
to do with him? He walks, Banks still on top of the ladder. He’s got an evil look in his eyes. He smiles…and tips the ladder over! Banks sails through
the air, landing right on top of a rising Matthew Kurtis. And Bruno throws the ladder after him!

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh my goodness, the strength of that man is out of this world!

CHAD KURTIS: Get ‘em Matthew!

Murcielago finally gets the jump on Bruno with a wicked chairshot to make up for the first one. Zellor and Cataclysm rush back in and start to pound away
on him. It takes three men, but Bruno finally goes down to one knee. Murcielago winds up and rings his bell with a huge chairshot, drawing oohs and aahs
from the crowd. That one puts Bruno down on his back – and Cataclysm immediately lands a spin-kick to the chair back into Murcielago’s face! Zellor blasts
the “Blue Ruin” with a big overhand right, follows up with some stiff jabs into the corner. On the outside, Kurtis is working Banks over. Murcielago gets
to his feet, and moves to pick Bruno up off the mat…Bruno with an uppercut! That one almost knocked his jaw loose, and Murc reels back. Bruno off the
ropes – SACK EXCHANGE! Murcielago spins like a top and goes down hard. Back on the arena floor, Banks has gotten the upper hand thanks to a rake of the
eyes, and he’s sifting through the huge cart of goodies Bruno brought along for the ride. He reaches around and yanks out a plunger? He looks at it, shrugs,
and slams it over Kurtis’ head. The Angry American staggers back, and now it’s Banks with the dreaded face-plunge! That nasty plunger gets stuck to his
face like an oversized pacifier, and Banks is plunging away as if he were trying to extract some brains (or maybe a nugget?). Playtime’s over quickly though,
Kurtis just yanks it off and shoves Banks into the guardrail. In the ring, Cataclysm is laying into Zellor with stiff kicks, and he lands an extra stiff
one right to the back of the knee that brings the big guy down to his knees. BUZZSAW – ducked! Zellor with a desperation low blow before he rises to his
feet and lands a perfect running powerslam onto the chair! Clint stumbles to his feet, a bit dazed, and takes a shot from Bruno right in the kisser. He
fires back, slamming his fist off the temple of the “Harvester of Sorrow”. Almost no effect, Bruno fires right back! They’re trading punches back and forth
in the middle of the ring, you can hear the fist-on-skull impact in the rafters! The fans are eating it up, neither man wants to give the other the satisfaction
of flooring him – so Murcielago charges with the ladder and wipes them both out! No time for him to celebrate though, big Matthew Kurtis is back in the
ring and he hits the clothesline from HELL! Bet ya wish you held onto that ladder, hey Murc? Banks slides in, and all six men are now in the ring. And
Banks has another weapon, this one a bit more serious – a little lady named “Barbie”.

ROB MARTINEZ: The shit’s about to hit then fan here folks – that’s a two by four wrapped in friggin’ barbed wire!

CHAD KURTIS: No one said that you only had to use Tables, Ladders or Chairs in this match! Everything is legal here!

Banks holds it up high, waiting for Kurtis to turn around. He rears back in anticipation, but it’s grabbed from behind by Cataclysm! He kicks him in the
back in the direction of Kurtis – GOOZLE! Monster clothesline! Bruno quickly picks off the most dangerous man in the ring, namely the man with the lethal
weapon in his hands. A Release German suplex does the trick, and Barbie falls harmlessly to the arena floor. No sooner than Bruno rises does he get clotheslined
over the top by Clint Zellor! Zellor tumbles over too, and they next to the weapons cart. Kurtis follows after, looking for the dropped 2 by 4. Murcielago
gets to his feet and realizes he’s all alone in the ring. Wasting almost no time, he sets up the ladder directly under the belt, and starts his climb.
Banks comes to and grabs his foot, but doesn’t have the energy to get up. Murcielago goes to kick off the pest, but winds up getting kicked off himself
with a wicked Cataclysm Enziguri that slams his face into the ladder! All three men go down in the ring, but Cataclysm nips up and sprints over the ropes,
launching himself over and onto the three men brawling on the outside. WIPEOUT! The cart is overturned, and it’s contents are spilled. Pipes, chains, barbed
wire! Is that a fork? Good God, it IS! All that remains in the prone cart is a small, green duffell bag. For a brief moment, everyone’s down. But then
Banks gets back to his feet…and starts to climb, slowly. His foot slips, and he starts over. He’s inching towards the prize…closer, closer. But he
sees Clint Zellor charging into the ring from the outside – MISSILE DROPKICK, ALL THE WAY TO THE FLOOR! THAT ALMOST KILLED CLINT ZELLOR DEAD! Banks took
himself out too, and now again we have six men lying prone. Murcielago rises to his feet, staggering – he’s been busted wide open by that kick, and the
blood is streaming down his face. Bruno crawls back in, and catches the youngster by surprise with a SPINEBUSTER! Bruno’s got this thing in the bag – no,
Kurtis slides in to stop the climb before it starts. On the outside, Cataclysm is setting up some tables ringside. He stacks one on top of the first, making
for one hell of a deathtrap should someone fall… Back inside now, and Banks is back in the ring, looking for someone to hit with a chain tied neatly
around his waist. Bruno gets turned about by a shot from Kurtis – BAM, chain to the face from Banks. But then Cataclysm rushes inside, his LEG wrapped
in barbed wire – what the hell? SPINNING WHEEL KICK to the face of Matthew Kurtis, and now he’s busted open! This is getting wilder by the minute. Cataclysm
rolls around in pain, and crawls to the corner to yank the barbed wire from his leg. Banks sees the prone Kurtis and bounces off the ropes – he leaps ONTO
the ladder, and scrambles up the last two steps – MID CARD KILLLLLLERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR! The roof just came off this place, 450 Splash from Banks onto Matthew
Kurtis from the top of the ladder! Outside, Bruno grabs a pipe and reaches around the ringpost to choke the life out of Cataclysm as he lies on the bottom
turnbuckle. Murcielago, a bloody mess, gets up and meets Clint Zellor as he enters the ring with a kick and vertical suplex on top of Matthew Kurtis, what
power! Zellor bounces up turns himself about and toe kicks Murcielago. He quickly shoves him between his legs, looking for a piledriver – blocked by Murcielago,
and now he back bodydrops him onto Kurtis – can this guy catch a break? Murcielago picks Zellor up off the mat, but never saw the LOW BLOW coming from
Banks – Zellor with the HATA ELIMANATAAAAA! Goodnight, nurse!

ROB MARTINEZ: If this were a pinfall match, it’d be all but over at this point. But why have Banks and Murcielago been the only two to try taking the title?
Banks nods at Zellor, and he goes to work in the corner on Cataclysm, who’s been severely weakened by Bruno – wait a minute, where did Bruno go? He slides
into the ring behind Banks – with BARBIEEEEEEEEE! BAM!, right in the forehead! Luckily for him, he caught the very end of the 2 x 4 and didn’t get sliced
open. Zellor sees Bruno coming too late, and he gets ROCKED! The blood – the carnage! Half the men in this match have been busted wide open! Kurtis finally
gets up from half the men in the match being dropped on him. Bruno lets him have it too, and once more he stands tall! The crowd is going wild, they wanted
blood and Bruno has delivered! He picks up Murcielago in fireman’s carry position – F-5! F-5! RIGHT OVER THE TOP ROPE AND ONTO THE FLOOR! No one can stop
Bruno now! He climbs up the ladder, content with the mayhem he’s caused – or is he? He hops down, and picks up Cataclysm. Kick to the groin, that’s just
uncalled for. Bruno gets him into Crucifix Power Bomb position, this can’t be good! He runs with him on his back to the ropes – AND POWERBOMBS HIM OVER
THE ROPES, THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE TABLE! It shatters on impact, sending shards of wood and dust everywhere! The crowd is almost in riot mode, they’re CHANTING
Bruno’s name! He pounds on his chest, and finally is satisfied. He climbs the ladder, reaches the top quickly and goes to take the belt down – AND SIMPLY
BEAUTIFUL CHARGES INTO THE RING! HE RUNS UP THE LADDER AND DROPKICKS BRUNO OFF!!! SB lands on feet somehow, and picks up the chair – Bruno somehow gets
up and comes at SB – CRACK! CHAIRSHOT! The fans have not. Stopped. SCREAMING. Bruno shrugs the shot off tries to come back at the Italian Stallion – CRACK!
CRACK! CRACK! Three more shots, but Bruno is STILL UP! He’s…he’s…he’s in a Blind Rage! He roars at SB – this can’t be good! Some of the other guys
Bruno laid out are starting to stir, but they’re all staying the hell away from this fight. This is personal! Bruno throws a punch, but SB ducks it! He
tosses the chair to Bruno – SEXXXXAAAAAAAYYYYYYYKIIIICCCKK! Bruno flips over the ropes and lands on the apron, STILL not down. He’s woozy – ANOTHER SexyKick,
good grief what will it take? Bruno flies off and goes through the bottom table set up by Cataclysm! And SB follows after him, putting the other table
back in place and Bruno on top of it. SB goes back in the ring – what’s he gonna do here? Oh, no way! No WAY! He’s climbing the LADDER! He reaches the
top, the fans are now chanting HIS name! He spreads his arms out wide – AND LEAPS! NEW YORK NIGHTMARE! NEW YORK NIGHTMARE! NEW YORK NIGHTMARE! OFF THE
LADDER, THROUGH A TABLE ON THE ARENA FLOOR! “HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!” Simply Beautiful may have just committed murder-suicide,
and the North Carolina fans are beside themselves! Have you ever in your life seen something like that?

SB crawls out of the wreckage, holding his hand up high. He holds his ribs – they just might be broken – and exits through the crowd, who reach out just
to touch him as he leaves. And the match goes on! By now, Banks, Zellor, and Kurtis have somewhat recovered. Murcielago is gathering himself on the floor,
just a few feet from the broken body of Brian Bruno. Cataclysm hasn’t even moved an inch. Zellor gets in a big punch on Banks and sends him to the mat.
Kurtis quickly gets the upper hand on Zellor with a knee to the gut – Bluebrass Bomb! That has to be it for Zellor, and now it looks like Kurtis has this
thing won. He starts his climb – and so does a revitalized David Banks! They race to the top, and both reach up for the belt at once – Kurtis with a haymaker,
and Banks nearly falls off the ladder! Kurtis has a hand on the Carolinas Championship! Rake to the eyes from David Banks, and a punch to the gut for good
measure. He can grab the title right now! But he grabs Kurtis in a double underhook! OH MY!

And that was indeed BEYOND BELIEF, off the top of the ladder. The pop from the crowd is enough to put a hole in the ozone layer! Banks lays flat on his
back, completely wiped. Cataclysm is in the ring, he’s going for the title now! Where’d he get that second wind from? He’s sluggish as he climbs, but there’s
no one to bring him down – except Stone Zellor! Cataclysm slaps at the title, trying to quickly snatch it before it’s too late – and it’s too late. Zellor
pushes the ladder over, sending Cataclysm crashing down to the mat, just missing the ropes! Zellor falls to his knees, and the ladder falls beside him.
If he can just pick the ladder up and get it set…Murcielago is in the ring now, and he’s got the ladder! He sets it up goes to climb for the title -
but Zellor with a clothesline takes him down. But that damn Banks gets the jump on hi from behind yet again and toe kicks him, doubling the big man over.
Tiger Driver! Zellor gets folded up like an accordion and rolls out the ring. Murcielago and Banks trade punches – eye poke from Banks, that sneaky bastard!
He sees his chance and climbs, quickly as he can after using up so much energy, and heads to the top. Murcielago grabs him and yanks him off the ladder
– boot to the midsection. DROP TOP! Murcielago hit his finisher, and now he’s headed up the ladder with no one to stop him! He reaches – and he pulls the
title down!

JENNY JERSEY: HERE IS YOUR WINNER AND THE FIRST EVER REBEL CAROLINAS CHAMPION, MUUUUUURRCCCCIIIEEELLAAAAAGOOOO!

ROB MARTINEZ: HE DID IT! THE KID DID IT, WHAT AN UPSET! With all the punishment he took, he still was able to come out on top and become our first ever
Carolinas Champion! And listen to these fans, have yourself a look – they’re all on their feet, not just for Murcielago but for the match itself. I saw
some things I’ve never seen before, and don’t know if I ever want to see again. There’s bodies everywhere, blood has stained the ring. And Murcielago is
the new champion!

CHAD KURTIS: As much as I wanted to see my bro with the title, this guy went through Hell to win that strap! But he still has me waiting for him in the
wings!

In the ring, Murcielago cradles the championship like a newborn baby. He was indeed the underdog heading in. But every dog has his day.

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Wow. After that last match, the crowd is still buzzing. They don’t get too much time to come off of that high, though, because Jenny Jersey is climbing
back into the ring. “Paradise City” hits the speakers.

JENNY JERSEY: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, the special guest referee for the match… WARREN!

WARREN, dressed in a REBEL Pro referee’s jersey, comes out to a decent cheer from the fans! He looks a little pensive tonight, but still manages to keep
a smile on his face. Warren circles the front row, singing to his theme music and glad handing the fans before climbing into the ring.

“The Wretched”, Nine Inch Nails.

JENNY JERSEY: And the competitors! First, from somewhere in the Amazon Basin and being accompanied to the ring by Ringmaster Iago and Miranda. Weighing
in at THREE HUNDRED and FIFTY pounds, he is the undefeated monster of REBEL Pro Wrestling… CALIBAN!

Miranda and the sinister Ringmaster Iago step out from the back, and hold open the curtains for the monstrous CALIBAN. There is a mixed reaction from the
crowd, some cheers, some boos – but love him or hate him the giant man-beast has everyone’s attention. Flanked by his handlers, Caliban heads down to the
ring and slides in. He takes a half-step toward Warren, but Miranda whistles and indicates that that’s a big “No!”

“Knights of Cydonia”, MUSE, and a HUGE pop from the North Carolina crowd!

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent! From St. Albert, Alberta, Canada, and being accompanied to the ring by Bill Fleming. Weighing in at TWO HUNDRED and SEVENTY
pounds… BRUCE! THE BEAST! RICHARDS!

BRUCE “The Beast” RICHARDS emerges from the curtains, with Bill Fleming at his side. He bee-lines to the ring, hands his cowboy hat to Bill, then steps
in. In an instant, Bruce Richards is right in Caliban’s face, and the two just angrily stare at each other… and for one of the only times in his career,
the Beast is the smaller of the two men. Caliban has seven inches and nearly a hundred pounds on the five time NAPW Tag Team Champion. But that doesn’t
mean the crowd hasn’t decided how this will go down.

“BEAST IS GONNA KILL YOU! BEAST IS GONNA KILL YOU!”

Iago angrily shouts at the front row to please be quiet, but Warren seems to be encouraging them from the ring. Caliban, to his credit, doesn’t seem to
be paying any attention to this. Fleming shoots an angry glance at Miranda and Iago in Caliban’s corner. And there’s the bell!

Bruce Richards immediately explodes with a barrage of punches and the crowd explodes! The monstrous Caliban takes the brunt of it, but even he is staggered
by the onslaught, backing toward a corner, and getting his arms up to defend!

ROB MARTINEZ: What an opening assault from The Beast! I’ve never seen Caliban put on the defensive before!

Richards takes advantage of his early momentum, catching Caliban by the dreadlocked head, planting his feet in the monster’s chest, and Monkey Flip! Richards
rolls back to his feet while Caliban bounces across the canvas, rushes the far ropes, and rebounds with a perfect big boot that bulls eyes the monster
right in the face. Caliban goes down and the crowd is going wild! Bruce Richards with a pin! One! Kickout with authority from Caliban!

ROB MARTINEZ: A fair count there from Warren. Looks like he really does plan to call this down the middle.

You wouldn’t know that from the glare Iago is sending Warren’s direction. Warren visibly gulps. Bruce quickly takes his feet, looking to continue pressing
his advantage. Caliban pulls himself up with ropes, and turns right into a flying lariat that sends both men crashing to the ring! The fans cheer again,
and again Richards rolls to his feet… and now he’s signaling that he’s going upstairs! These REBEL fans are rising to their feet as he climbs up to the
top rope! But wait! Ringmaster Iago is on the apron, grabbing at his foot. Bill Fleming immediately call foul! Bruce angrily shucks him off, and glares
down at the sinister, well dressed man. Iago tries to reach up again, but Warren catches his arm! Iago glares into Warren’s face and demands he be unhanded,
but the young official doesn’t gulp this time, he just grins. “You! Are! OUTTA HERE, buuuuuuuuudy!”

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh my! Ringmaster Iago’s just been ejected from ringside!

Iago protests and Warren just waves him goodbye. But the damage has been done, and from the smug look on Iago’s face as he starts leaving ringside, he knows
it. Bruce stands on the corner… and then is suddenly and harshly pulled down. In an instant he’s draped face up across Caliban’s shoulders… DREADLOCK
DROP! Richards is planted in the ring and Caliban rises and ROARS. The monster grabs down at The Beast, and pulls him to his feet, then hooks up his head…
Suplex… SLAM. And again Richards is driven face-first into the canvas! The monster turns him over, and covers! One! Two! Just two. Another fair count
from Warren. Caliban maintains his advantage, taking Richards by the head, sitting him up and applying a sideways Chinlock. Bill Fleming starts pounding
on the apron, trying to rally the crowd behind Richards, and they’re more than happy to oblige. Richards grasps at Caliban’s meaty hands, trying to break
the lock and grits his teeth, but refuses to submit. He starts getting fired up by the crowd, and begins trying to climb to his feet, struggling against
the dominating monster, and suddenly the Beast starts fighting back, throwing an elbow into Caliban’s solar plexus! Caliban is stunned, and Bruce – rising
to his feet – whips the man-beast into the ropes. Caliban catches himself before he can spill over, but Bruce rushes him and clothesline’s him right over
the top rope! Caliban crashes to ringside and the fans applaud! Miranda rushes over to check on her fallen monster, but stops dead in her tracks and dives
for cover because HERE COMES THE BEAST! Suicide No-Hands Plancha! Richards crashes into Caliban and both men spill into the guardrail The crowd cheers
again, and Warren starts counting! One! Two! Three! Four! Both men are stirring at ringside. Five! Six! Seven! Eight! Caliban has risen, but Richards catches
him and starts throwing some punches. Nine! Ten! And Warren starts calling for the bell…

ROB MARTINEZ: What’s Warren doing? Warren! There’s no count-out! This is REBEL Pro Wrestling!

Warren, having heard Martinez at ringside, looks perplexed – but there’s nothing he can do. The two manimals are clashing at ringside, unabated. Caliban
has again taken the upper hand, driving Richards into the ring post. The Beast slowly turns himself around, and gets squashed against the post by a huge
body splash from the provigil-viagra for the brain man-beast! Richards goes slack, and Caliban catches him and rolls him into the ring. He goes to follow but Miranda whistles and catches
his attention. She points at one of the left over tables from the TLC match earlier.

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh no. I know where this is going, and it isn’t going to be pretty!

The fans are a mixture of cheers and boos as Caliban plucks up the table and slides it into the ring. He climbs into the ring after it, and then pulls it
into the corner as Bruce Richards starts stirring in the ring. The crowd starts chanting “Beast! Beast! Beast!,” and Fleming claps along with them, trying
to revive him. Warren goes over to Caliban as he sets up the table in the corner and yells for him to get rid of it, but the monster just shoots a glare
at him that sends him backpedaling. Bruce has risen in the far corner, and angrily glares at Caliban’s back as the man-beast finishes setting up his table.
Caliban turns to go and get Richards only to see him up in the corner! The crowd rises to it’s feet! Warren goes to take down the table! Bruce “the Beast”
Richards charges! Caliban dives aside!

ROB MARTINEZ: OH MOMMA NO!

THE BEAST AND WARREN COLLIDE! Warren gets put through the table in the corner with authority and the REBEL Pro fans can’t help but GROAN! Bruce scrambles
to his feet and looks down at the shattered table and equally shattered guest referee. He turns in time to duck a clothesline attempt from Caliban! He
grabs the arm and pulls the monster up onto his shoulders! The Beast grunts… CHART ATTACK! The REBEL fans ERUPT! Stick a fork in him, Caliban is DONE!
Miranda is angrily shouting at him to get back up… but Bruce Richards knows there’s no referee, and he needs to make SURE Caliban is dead! He goes upstairs!
DIVING MOONSAULT! Richards hooks the leg, and starts shouting for Warren to get up! Bill Fleming shakes him… but I think Warren might be dead! Wait…
someone’s running out from backstage in a referee jersey! He hits the ring and counts! ONE!

And stops, hand raised.

It’s Stylin’ Kyle Roberts.

Richards glares into the face of his former tag team partner. The REBEL fans BOO for all they’re worth. Some are still counting the pinfall, and are up
around a six count, but Roberts just grins at Richards, hand held high. Slowly… PAINFULLY slowly… he starts to count… twoooooooooooooooKICKOUT! BOO!
Miranda laughs and applauds at ringside, but Bill Fleming is going ape! He keeps shaking Warren, trying to rouse him, but it’s to no avail. Stylin’ Kyle
is the new referee. And Bruce “the Beast” Richards is none too happy about it.

Richards shouts at Kyle to get the hell out of there, but Stylin’ Kyle shrugs and points behind him. The Beast turns… CLOTHESLINE! Richards spins head-over-heels
and crashes into the canvas. Kyle cringes and laughs. Caliban hauls the Beast to his feet, whips him at the ropes. Richards rebounds, Caliban catches him…
Tilt-A-Whirl BACKBREAKER. Richards writhes on the mat, and Caliban covers! Stylin’ Kyle with the count! ONETWOTHKICKOUT! My GOD what a fast count! Bruce
Richards JUUUUST kicked out, and Kyle shrugs. Caliban pulls The Beast back up, takes him by the head, and DRIVES him into the top turnbuckle. Bruce turns,
and slumps into the corner… and suddenly has Miranda CHOKING him with her bull whip! Richards gags, eyes bulging, and the fans turn instantly hostile!
Bill Fleming is calling for her to be ejected, but Stylin’ Kyle isn’t even watching. He’s too busy poking Warren with his toe. Fleming climbs the apron
and gets right into Roberts’ face, demanding he take action. Stylin’ Kyle grins. “Heya, Bill! GET TO STEPPIN’!”

ROB MARTINEZ: This is insane! Now Bill Fleming is being ejected from ringside… and he didn’t even DO anything!

Bill throws a fit, but is powerless to do anything. Stylin’ Kyle waves him goodbye, and taps his head – he’s smarter than you, after all. Caliban has been
busy smacking Bruce in the chest with his meaty hands! The fans are groaning with each shot, but at least Miranda has released her illegal choke. Richards
sags in the corner, looking spent and trying desperately to catch his breath, but the man-beast is relentless. Miranda rushes over to the time-keeper’s
table and sweeps everything off, then pulls it over toward the ring. Caliban sees it, and grabs The Beast by the throat, hauling him up into a Gorilla
Press! The fans rise again to their feet as Caliban steps over to the edge of the ring! He drops Richards… but don’t count out the Beast! He catches
himself on the ropes, and lands on his feet on the apron! Caliban ROARS and rushes him for the Cactus Clothesline, but Bruce lowers the bridge! Caliban
goes up, over, and CRASHES through the table at ringside!

“Holy SHIT! Holy SHIT!”

Richards drops ringside and roughly shoulders Miranda aside, shooting her a glare. “You wanted to see the BEAST!? WELL HERE HE IS!” The crowd erupts again
as he grabs a handful of Caliban’s dreadlocks and PULLS the fallen animal to his feet. The Beast grabs his opponent, locking on the Cobra Clutch… and
BOMB! Right onto the hard floor at ringside! Caliban HOWLS, clutching at his back, and The Beast with a STIFF kick to the back! Caliban howls again, and
tries to crawl away, but Richards again catches him by the head and drives him headfirst into the steel ring steps. Caliban goes slack, and Bruce, still
holding a handful of dreadlocks, starts grinding the monster’s face against the steps! The crowd cheers, and Caliban howls, reaching back and trying to
catch his attacker, but The Beast pulls the man-beast’s head back and drives it once more into the steps! The Beast then hauls Caliban up and rolls him
into the ring. Caliban, woozy, attempts to rise while cialis for daily use Richards goes upstairs again, but he collapses, mid-ring. Richards is signalling for the moonsault…
but then Stylin’ Kyle pulls the man-beast aside! The Beast hops down from the top rope and storms over to Kyle, getting right in his face. The fever pitch
of the REBEL Pro Wrestling fans rises again as the former members of D-X glare into each other’s eyes. Heated words are exchanged about “coming into my
home”, and being “fair and impartial for just once in your life”. The Beast backs off, Stylin’ Kyle grinning… THE CLAW! Kyle Roberts FLAILS but Bruce
Richards has the claw locked in! The REBEL fans cheer as the replacement referee tries to grab at the ropes… but he’s got nowhere to run! Kyle’s arms
go limp, then his knees give out… and Stylin’ Kyle Roberts fades away under the Beast’s unrelenting hold!

ROB MARTINEZ: We’re sans-referee again, folks! This thing is getting out of hand!

Warren is still KO’d in a corner. Now, Stylin’ Kyle is unconscious! Richards releases his hold, and rolls Kyle out of the ring, where he plops down to ringside
limp. He rises back to his feet and makes a throat slitting motion with his thumb, then turns… and ducks a lariat from Caliban! He again grabs the arm,
hauls Caliban up to his shoulders…

CHART ATTACK KILLS YOU DEAD!

He hooks the leg! But there’s no… wait! Warren is stirring in the corner! The young man crawls to toward the pin as the crowd rises to it’s feet! He starts
counting! The fans count along!

ONE!

TWO!

THRKICKOUT!

ROB MARTINEZ: I CAN’T BELIEVE IT!

And neither can Bruce “the Beast” Richards! He looks down at the stirring man-beast incredulously, then slowly rises to his feet. The Beast reaches down
and takes Caliban by the dreadlocks, and pulls him up, and again onto his shoulders. He grunts again under the strain, and the fans are cheering!

CHART ATTACK…

But Caliban lands on his feet like a cat!

Bruce Richards’ eyes bug out and Caliban clamps a hand over his throat, eyes blazing through the slits in his mask. Bruce struggles, but the monster manages
to get his other hand on his neck too! CHOKEBOMB! Richards is slammed with enough force that the ring shakes! Caliban pins! Warren, still barely moving
on the mat, counts!

ONE!

TWO!

THRKICKOUT!

ROB MARTINEZ: OH! MY! GOD!

Caliban roars and falls backward, exhausted! Even monsters have limits, and this might just be his! Both men are down in the ring… heck, all THREE men
are down if you count Warren! And Stylin’ Kyle is still prone at ringside! Miranda shouts at Caliban to rally himself, and the REBEL fans start chanting…
“This is awesome!” Clap, clap, clap clap clap. “This is awesome!” Clap, clap, clap clap clap.

Bruce “the Beast” Richards begins to stir. So, too, does Caliban. And then, Warren. All three men slowly retake their feet as the crowd continues to cheer
them. Bruce turns, throwing a blind punch at Caliban. Caliban takes it in the chops, then fires one back. The Beast staggers, then throws one back! Caliban!
Beast! Caliban! Beast! Beast! And Caliban SURGES forward, catching the Beast… SPINEBUSTER! Bruce Richards rolls to the ropes, and grabs at them, grimacing
with pain, and trying to regain his footing, but Caliban rushes him for the Cactus Clothesline! Again, though, The Beast has him scouted and ducks aside!
Caliban catches himself on the ropes… and suddenly the Beast is scooping him up over his shoulders… and Caliban somehow rolls through, landing on his
feet! He catches The Beast by the back of the neck! Bruce squirms aside, throwing an elbow at the monster that staggers him! The Beast, now, ducks down
to get Caliban set back up for the Chart Attack, but Caliban steps back, reaches over and grabs him by the back of the neck again, then ROUGHLY swings
Bruce around, planting him face first into the top turnbuckle! Richards is seeing stars but Caliban doesn’t let go of his neck, instead hauling him up
for…

HEART OF DARKNESS! The REBEL Fans EXPLODE! This has to be it!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner… CALIBANNNNN!

“The Wretched” plays as Caliban rolls out of the ring. He and Miranda, who is helping a pained looking Stylin’ Kyle Roberts, retreat to the back to a mix
of boos and applause from the REBEL fans.

ROB MARTINEZ: My GOD! What a BRUTAL, INTENSE match-up! Both men took each other to the LIMIT! Bruce “the Beast” Richards actually matched the dominant Caliban
physically in the ring… but came up just a little short in the end! I can’t help but think that had Stylin’ Kyle Roberts not gotten involved, that The
Beast may have walked out of here a winner tonight… but we may never know. What we DO know, however, is that The Beast proved tonight that Caliban is
NOT unbeatable!

In the ring, Bruce “the Beast” Richards slowly rises, using the ropes for support. Suddenly Warren is there, helping him to his feet. The Beast glares at
the young man for a second, then smirks and extends a hand. Warren smiles and shakes it, then raises The Beast’s arm! The REBEL Fans cheer, then…

“Thank you, Richards!” Clap, clap, clap clap clap! “Thank you, Richards!” Clap, clap, clap clap clap!

As Richards is waving to the fans, Caliban slips into the ring and attacks a distracted “Beast!” Richards is taken to the mat with a flurry of kicks and
punches and suddenly WARREN of all people shoves him away! The crowd explodes at Warrens guts but the poor boy looks ready to wet himself. Caliban swings
and Warren ducks underthe fist! The monster spins around and Warren jabs a thumb to the eye! Warren hooks the head of Caliban and goes for a sliced bread
#2! However the monster Caliban simply throws him off and Warren sails down to the floor and hard against the ring barrier! Caliban takes a look at the
crumpled Warren down below him and turns just in time to get clotheslined over the top rope by Bruce Richards! The monster lands with a heavy thud and
the crowd again explodes for “the Beast!”

ROB MARTINEZ: He may not be from REBEL, but he just showed the fans that he’s more than capable of handling himself in this violent promotion! What a show!
What a match! And we still have the main event left to go!

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JENNY JERSEY: This next match is your main even and it is for the REBEL Heavyweight Championship!!!

The crowd pops huge as “We Fall, We Fall” by Dead Celebrity Status hits the sound system.

JENNY JERSEY: Coming to the ring first, he hails from St. Paul Minnesota and weighs in at 254 pounds…”Superstar” Tommy Deathrow!!!

The DOOMrider emerges from the back to a loud ovation from the North Carolina crowd. He grins and limps his way towards the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: It’s amazing that “Superstar” Tommy Deathrow is even here tonight! Just a week ago he took a horrific fall thanks to the disturbed Sebastien
Martyr. Lord only knows what sort of injuries he’s walking into the ring with.

JENNY JERSEY: And introducing the REBEL Pro Heavyweight Champion…..

Another monster pop from the crowd as “The Champ Is Here” by Jadakiss pumps through the speakers.

JENNY JERSEY: He hails from right here in North Carolina and weighs in tonight at 245 pounds…”The One Man Crime Spree” and the REBEL Heavyweight Champion….Rex
Caliber!!!

Rex emerges from the back with his entourage from Rex Calibers Fan Club. The REBEL Title is firmly around the waist of the champ as he makes his way towards
the ring. In fact his whole entrance is reminiscent of something you would see out of boxing not wrestling.

ROB MARTINEZ: A new look for our new champ here tonight. Hopefully REBEL isn’t footing the bill for all of Calibers new friends.

Rex enters the ring and unfastens the title belt from around his waist. He kisses it and hands it over to the referee. Tommy smirks at Rex and his crew
and yells “That Belts Is Mine!” to the crowd.

ROB MARTINEZ: You have to wonder if Tommy is even cleared to wrestle tonight. Not that it would stop that insane bastard.

The referee calls for the bell and the two men slowly approach each other. Tommy is talking seven layers of smack and Rex looks none too pleased about it.
They get in each others face and the trash talk continues as the fans are stomping their feet and clapping their hands in anticipation for the war that’s
about to break out. Rex shoves Tommy backwards and the DOOMrider responds by planting a stiff right hand against the champs head! A vicious chop across
the chest of Rex Caliber gets a “woooooooo’ from the crowd and the champ is on the defensive early! Deathrow blocks a right hand, rakes the eyes of Caliber
and throws him to the outside. Deathrow gingerly crawls out of the ring and is greeted by a knee to the ribs by Caliber! Caliber attempts to Irish whip
Deathrow into the ringpost but it’s reversed and it’s the REBEL Heavyweight Champion who hits shoulder first into the unforgiving steel post! Deathrow
throws back the ring apron and pulls out a metal trash can to a big pop!

ROB MARTINEZ: Tommy breaking out the inanimate objects early here.

Rex takes a shot to the chrome dome with the trash can! Rex staggers around ringside as Tommy follows him with a now dented trash can. Deathrow smacks the
trash can across the back of Rex and the champ drops to his knees! The DOOMrider drops the can and starts to pound away at the head of the champ with stiff
right hands. Rex is rolled back into the ring and Deathrow slowly pulls himself up onto the ring apron. Rex takes advantage of Deathrows lingering injuries
and drives a shoulder into the ribs of the challenger! A hiptoss over the top rope lands Tommy into the ring and the Champ is in charge. Rex pulls Deathrow
to his feet and takes him up into the lights with a delayed vertical suplex. Rex brings Deathrow crashing down to the mat and floats over into a pin attempt.
Tommy kicks out at two and Rex locks in a rear chin lock.

ROB MARTINEZ: Caliber doing the right thing here by keeping Deathrow grounded.

Tommy fights to his feet and the rear chin lock slips into a side headlock. Tommy backs Rex into the ropes and shoots him off. Rex ducks a Deathrow clothesline
and goes for a cross body block only to have the DOOMrider drop out of sight! Rex hits the mat hard and Tommy drops a leg across the back of Calibers neck!
Instead of a cover, Tommy again rolls out of the ring in the search of plunder. Tommy yanks the timekeeper from his seat and takes his chair as caliber
is still down in the ring! The DOOMrider crawls into the ring just as Rex is getting to his feet and he rushes him! Caliber was simply playing possum and
catches Deathrow with a death valley driver! Rex goes for the cover and Tommy kicks out at two! Rex questions the referees count and looks upset. Rex goes
to pull Tommy off of the mat and takes a low blow that drops the Champion like a rock!

ROB MARTINEZ: Ooohhhhh that’ll leave a lasting impression.

Tommy slowly gets to his feet and watches as Rex uses the ring ropes to pull himself up a vertical position. Sweaty Ball Claw from Deathrow! Calibers face
is turning beet red from the claw hold as Tommy cranks up the pressure! Rex Caliber lashes out with a pair of kicks to the ribs of the DOOMrider and the
hold is broken! Rex goes for a clothesline but Tommy ducks! The referee however isn’t so lucky and gets dropped to the mat courtesy of the REBEL Champion!
Rex looks down at the referee and shakes his head. He turns around and takes a kick to the nether regions that doubles him over! Deathrow Driver! It’s
over! But the referee is still down! The fans count along with Tommy as he slaps the mat with his hand, one, two three!

ROB MARTINEZ: We need another referee out here! We could have a new champion in mere moments!

Then it happens. From the crowd Mr. Canada emerges from the crowd and slips into the ring! Tommy spots him and tries to get to his feet only to have Mr.
Canada put the boots to him!

ROB MARTINEZ: What the Hell is up with this Mr. Canada crap?

Suddenly….

The Arena lights go out!

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh dear…

The lights return and standing in the middle of the ring is none other than “Sick” Billy Kryenik! The fans go NUTS as Kryenik pulls Mr. Canada off of Tommy
and starts to pummel him with big right hands! A clothesline sends Mr. Canada over the top rope to the floor and the DOOMrider goes out after him!

ROB MARTINEZ: Tommy brought back up! “Sick” Billy Kryenik is beating the Hell out of this Mr. Canada guy!

Indeed he is, the duo battle their way towards the back as the fans are still going bananas over the surprise appearance of Deathrows partner. Back in the
ring the referee is starting to come to and Tommy pulls Rex off of the mat and gets ready to hit another Deathrow Driver!

ROB MARTINEZ: This is it! If he hits this we’ll have a new champion!

Then…From under the ring comes a Man In Black! He slips into the ring behind Tommy and smacks him in the back of the head with a lead pipe! Tommy collapses
with Rex Caliber on top of him! The Man In Black makes a hasty retreat as the referee rolls over, spots the cover and makes a slow three count!

ROB MARTINEZ: Rex retains the title! But now we have a Man In Black? Tommy Deathrow was once a Man In Black! When did this turn into “Days of our lives?”
JENNY JERSEY: Your winner…And STILL REBEL Pro Heavyweight Champion….”The One Man Crime Spree” Rex Caliber!!!

Caliber is handed the title belt and he looks at the unconscious Deathrow with a confused expression on his face. He even asks the referee “What Happened?”
ROB MARTINEZ: Well it’s been a Hell of a night here in the REBEL Arena. A new Carolinas Champ was crowned and Rex Caliber retains the title in controversial
fashion. Folks we’ll be back next week!

Fade out on a confused Rex Caliber trying to help the DOOMrider back to his feet as the crowd is split 50/50 for the result of the main event. Nothing is
what it seems in REBEL, and ANYTHING can happen in this Arena!

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Welcome to the Raleigh County Armory Civic Center, or as it’s quickly becoming known as “The REBEL Arena!” Fans have been lined up for this historic night
and once the doors opened at 6:30 they piled in by the truck load. Nearly 250 fans are in attendance tonight, all of them buzzing with anticipation over
who will walk out with REBEL gold. Over by the concession stand a table has been set up and wrestlers such as Rex Caliber, Lyndsey Valentine, Mike “Assman”
Trey and others sign autographs and pose for pictures. Hell, even Rob Martinez and Jenny Jersey are chatting up the fans. It’s almost seven o’ clock….
Do you know where your kids are?

They’re most likely here baby!

Inside the ring Jenny Jersey has both the microphone and the complete attention of the fans (especially from the men, Jesus just look at that tee shirt!)
JENNY JERSEY: Welcome to REBEL Pro Wrestling!!!

“Killing in the name of…” by Rage Against The Machine punishes the sound system as “Golden Opportunities” has officially begun!

ROB MARTINEZ: Welcome to what will no doubt be a night that will forever set the bar for REBEL Pro Wrestling. Tonight we crown not one but two champions
in front of this wild and raucous crowd. First, we find out which team is better, The Foundation or The Celtic Assassins when they do battle for the REBEL
Tag Team Championship. Then we pit three of the sports top indie stars in MackaBEE, “Big Bad” Brian Bruno and “The One Man Crime Spree” Rex Caliber in
a triple threat elimination match to see just who has what it takes to become this promotions Heavyweight Champion!

“Headstrong” by Trapt replaces Rage on the speakers and all eyes turn towards the curtain.

ROB MARTINEZ: And speaking of champions!

JENNY JERSEY: Our first match of the evening is a special non title inter-promotional Divas match! Coming to the ring first, she is the ECFW Womans Champion…Alexis
Knight!!!

Alexis Knight comes out from behind the curtain and gets a warm welcome (she’s on national TV after all) from the REBEL fans. Even though the match is non
title she wears her Womans Championship with pride as she makes her way to the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: An interesting fact here, Alexis Knight is from Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada. Not far from our sister promotion NAPW.

Alexis climbs into the ring and waves to the fans as her song is replaced by “Bad Reputation” by Joan Jett.

JENNY JERSEY: And her opponent, she is the manager of The Bluegrass Mafia…Lyndsey Valentine!!!

Valentine makes her way out from to back to another nice reaction from the crowd. Hard to tell if the crowd is simply behind the “hometown” girl or if they’re
happy two hot chicks are about to throw down.

Valentine climbs into the ring and both women eye each other with both respect and a sense of competition. The referee calls for the bell and this inter-promotional
match has begun! They lock up in the center of the ring and Valentine quickly snaps Knight to the mat with a deep armdrag. Knight is quickly back to her
feet but gets caught with a hip toss that drops the ECFW Womans Champion on her backside. Valentine taunts Knight as she gets back to her feet. Knight
simply smiles and they again lock up. This time it’s Valentine who gets taken to the mat with an armdrag! It’s followed with a high hip toss! It’s like
deja vu! Valentine scrambles to her feet and takes a forearm shot to the head, another, and a third drives her into the ropes! Alexis shoots her off the
ropes and goes for a clothesline that Valentine ducks under. Knight spins around just in time to get caught with a cross body block from Valentine as she
rebounds off the ropes. Valentine hooks the leg but only manages a count of two.

ROB MARTINEZ: I hate to admit this, well okay I’m not, but I’m pulling for our own Lyndsey Valentine to upset the champ here tonight! If she wins this match
then ECFW would have no choice but to grant her a shot at that belt.

Enough talk, back to the action. We see that Valentine is pressing her advantage by landing a couple of stiff forearm shots of her own to Knight. Valentine
whips Knight into a near corner and follows her in with a running knee to the rib cage. Valentine, looking supremely confident, hooks Alexis and hoists
her up to place her on the top rope! Valentine climbs up to meet Knight but take a forearm shot to the head that rattles her. One shove later and Valentine
hits the mat hard as Knight climbs down to the second rope. Valentine gets to her feet and gets hit with a flying clothesline from the ECFW Champ! Alexis
goes for the cover but the resilient Valentine kicks out at two. Alexis pulls Valentine to her feet but gets caught with a jaw breaker that seems to come
out of nowhere! Alexis stumbles back into the ropes and Valentine is on her like a cheap suit. A chop across the ample chest of Knight gets a “Wooooooo!”
from the crowd!

ROB MARTINEZ: Valentine looks to be in control but you can’t count out the two time Woman’s Champion!

Valentine Irish whips Knight off the ropes but it’s reversed! A high back drop from Knight sends Valentine into the lights and crashing down to the mat.
Valentine gets to her feet and takes a spinning back kick to the mid section that doubles her over. A sunset flip later and Valentine just manages to kick
out at two! Valentine gets pulled up by her hair but manages to hit a nice looking European uppercut that stuns Knight! Valentine quickly hooks the head
of Knight and plants her with a DDT! A two count later and Valentine is starting to look frustrated. Valentine points to the near corner and pulls Knight
off of the mat. She sends Knight sailing into the turnbuckle but again it’s reversed! Valentine hits hard but has the presence of mind to get a back elbow
into the face of a charging Alexis Knight! Knight staggers back and Valentine pulls herself to the second rope. She takes flight with an attempted dropkick
but Alexis Knight steps back and Valentine crashes and burns on the mat! Knight grabs a leg, pulls her to the center of the ring and drops down locking
her into “Knights Of Retribution” (STFU) finisher! Valentine tries to reach out for the ropes but shes dead center in the ring. She tries to hold on….
She taps out!!

Alexis Knight releases the hold and the bell is rung.

ROB MARTINEZ: Great match and a great showing by our own Lyndsey Valentine who has nothing to be ashamed about tonight. She gave Knight a match to remember.
JENNY JERSEY: Your winner by submission….Alexis Knight!!

Valentine is back to her feet and again the two women eye each other. After a tense moment Valentine offers her hand and the two woman shake! The fans give
them both a great ovation as the first ever REBEL / ECFW inter-promotional match has gone down in the history books!

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JENNY JERSEY: This match is scheduled for as an Over-the-top six man BATTLE ROYALE!

Suddenly Pink Moon by The Fun Police blasts through the small arena, and Modo WHOA! is seen walking down to the ring, looking pumped and wearing his trademark
skeleton mask.

JENNY JERSEY: Making his way to the ring, weighing in at 200lbs, from Sarasota, Florida.. MODO WHOA!

Modo gets his place in the ring, tests the ropes, then takes a place at a far turnbuckle to watch the rest of the entrances, as a loud Gong smash begins
the entrance of Santiago and Sakai!

JENNY JERSEY: From Tokyo Japan, Santia-

ROB MARTINEZ: Woah! These guys aren’t waiting around, they’re straight in that ring!

Santiago and Sakai slide right into the ring, each getting a boot to the back as a welcome present from Modo, just as Don’t F*ck with me comes out through
the speakers, and Zellor is charging straight towards the ring!

JENNY JERSEY: Clint ZELLOR!

ROB MARTINEZ: Hey, I feel sorry for Jenny here, no-one’s giving a crap about their introductions! Thats four of the 6 men in then ring! And Zellor is already
beating down on both Sanitago and Sakai, looks like him and Modo are teaming up on these guys!

Zellor grabs Santiago, Irish whips him off the ropes, and wham! Flying Shoulder tackle on Santiago, flooring him! The blast of The Beatles – Why Don’t we
do it in the Road suddenly hits, causing Modo WHOA! to stare at the entrance…

ROB MARTINEZ: Modo WHOA! got caught off guard, Boot to the face by Zellor! Modo’s teetering on the edge of the ropes!

JENNY JERSEY: The ASSMAN!

As soon as she says the name, Assman runs out, and as soon as he does, the music switches to Kid Rock! And right behind him comes The Show!

JENNY JERSEY: The Show, CHAD KURTIS!

ROB MARTINEZ: That’s all the wrestlers in the ring now! Modo is getting beaten down by Zellor, and Santiago and Sakai are getting a number done on them
by Kurtis and Assman!

Zellor goes for a running power bomb on Modo WHOA! But he reverses, hits a HUGE clothesline on Zellor, sending him over the top! Modo turns to the fans
and raises his arms, letting Sakai get a Gamengiri to Modo’s face!

ROB MARTINEZ: Wait! Wait! Zellor isn’t over the top! He’s hanging on for dear life, but his feet haven’t hit the ground!

Zellor flips himself over, throws himself off the ropes, and Boot to the face of WHOA! Follows it up with a clothesline, taking WHOA! over the top and out
of the match! Now Zellor moves over to Sakai, but before he can, Modo grabs him by the ankles and pulls him out of the ring! They’re going at it right
at ringside, when Zellor is still legal! Sakai is watching the show at ringside, and Kurtis comes up from behind, grabs him round the waist – German Suplex!
Sakai is down, and Assman is working on Santiago, Spinning Bulldog by Assman! Both the Japanese and the Mexican are down, with Kurtis and Assman staring
at each other in the middle of the ring!

ROB MARTINEZ: Looks like a face-off here folks! No – wait! They’re shaking hands! Pointing to Sakai!

Assman picks up Sakai, places him against the ropes, lays forearms to his body, while Kurts runs off the ropes, charges towards Sakai and knocks him over
with a nice clothesline! Now they both turn to Santiago!

But before they can get at him, Assman signals Kurtis – he ducks, and Assman hits a clothesline on Zellor – who was coming after Kurtis. Kurtis runs off
the ropes towards Zellor, hops over hip, jumps on the ropes – BME! Zellor is out cold! The Show picks him up, turns around, and gets a Hurricanrana by
Santiago! Followed by a huge dropkick on Zellor, sending him over the top rope!

ROB MARTINEZ: This can only get better! Four men left in the ring! And Modo is laying a beat down on Zellor at ringside!

Santiago turns round to a kick to the gut by Assman, winding him, he faces Santiago, placing his head on his shoulder, and drops! Shoulder Neckbreaker by
Assman! Santiago teeters around, getting a fist by Kurtis, then a fist by Assman, again to Kurtis, who whips him off the rope towards Assman – huge Back
Body Drop over the top rope!

ROB MARTINEZ: Two men left! The Show and The Assman! The fans don’t know who to root for – we’ve got one side shouting “ASS!” , and the other shouting “SHOW!”,
this is going to be a tough one, folks.

“SHOW!” “ASS!” “SHOW!” “ASS!” The Assman stomps his feet on the mat for the crowd support, and Kurtis waves his hands in the air for the fans – everyone
of them loving it. But Assman is quicker, he gets a few forearms to Kurtis, then hits him with a neckbreaker! Follows quickly by a bulldog! Assman is all
over Kurtis! Chops him against the ring ropes! Theres forearms flying everywhere! Assman measures him for a clothesline -

ROB MARTINEZ: Assman has been dominating! Looks like he’s got the shot at the championship, Kurtis has been nowhe- Isn’t that Flashlight?

Flashlight by Parliment booms out through the speakers, and that’s all it takes to get Assman distracted! He’s checking everywhere for Dr. Tittylover! And
now The Show sees an opportunity, he hits Assman from behind, and sets him up in position for the CK Finale! He hit it! Assman is down, and Kurtis grabs
him, throwing him over the top rope!

JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner… CHAD KURTIS, THE SHOW!

ROB MARTINEZ: That is a win for Kurtis! Dr. Tittylover is nowhere to be seen, and just cost The Assman the match! I’m sure this isn’t the last we’ll see
these two looking for each other!

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The fans are buzzing from the last match, when BOOM. “NEVER GONNA GET IT!” pumps from the Public Address system. The fans take a look at the curtain to
see…

JENNY JERSEY: This is the Bat versus Chair match-up! Introducing first, from Greensboro, North Carolina (crowd pops at the home state!)… he weighs in
at two-hundred and twenty-three pounds! Ladies and gentlemen, “THE CHAIRMAN” of NAPW… The Charismatic Colossus DAVID BANNNNKS!

Banks comes through the curtain wearing a “HATE” hoodie over top of his ring gear, towel over his shoulders. And of course, in his hand is his infamous
steel chair. The crowd gives Banks a rowdy reaction, hey, they can’t help but cheer for a viagra efeitos colaterais home state boy. Banks looks at a couple hands extended his way
for fives and snorts, ignoring them.

ROB MARTINEZ: A young man hailing from just up the road in Greensboro, and David Banks of course regularly competes for New Alberta Pro Wrestling, but he
is down in Raleigh for a special one-night only match-up.

Banks is in the ring. Stop the music. Are you ready for…

BATTLE?

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent! From Hollywood, Florida, he weights in at two-hundred and twenty eight pounds! He is REBEL Pro Wrestling’s own DIOOOOO MUERTEEEEEE!
Dio Muerte comes through the curtain to the throbbing hip-hop sounds, wearing his trademark black ski-mask, wifebeater and Dickies pants. But he ain’t just
got a bat… Muerte’s got a garbage can full of plundah in the left hand, trusty bat in the right hand. The crowd gives the man a nice pop as he comes
to the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: Folks, have you ever seen a match like this? Dio Muerte is well-known for using that wooden bat… and David Banks is called the “Chairman
of NAPW” for good reason. The only place you’re going to see action like this is right here in REBEL Pro Wrestling!

For now, Muerte leaves the garbage can on the outside of the ring and rolls in. He’s got his bat. Banks has his chair. Jimmy Johnson is the referee for
this match-up, and he calls for the bell. The two grapplers are simply staring at each other. Muerte points the bat at Banks. Banks slaps the flat back
of the chair loudly with his hand. They circle each other warily, Muerte looking all cool, Banks cocky.

Banks! Muerte! Both with the same idea try to catch the other with a surprise swing, CRASH. The chair and the bat crash into each other loudly. Banks tries
to regroup, raising the chair over his head to bring down onto Muerte, he takes the butt end of the bat into the gut for his trouble. That doubles the
man over, and Dio Muerte cracks Banks in the back with the bat. Almost just a tap there, as Banks dances away holding his back in pain. Muerte spins the
bat and leans into the corner, calm-as-you-please.

ROB MARTINEZ: What Dio Muerte is doing right now, is that he is telling David Banks that “I got you first.” He didn’t go for the kill there, didn’t plunge
in recklessly, but he did clearly take an open shot to Banks. Folks, there may not be many wrestling moves in this one…

Again at even ground, although Banks looks just slightly less cocky. You can see it in the pursed lips he has, the slightly exaggerated walk. But wait,
what’s this? Banks has unfolded his steel chair and set it down. He makes a sweeping motion with his arm, apparently challenging Muerte. He wants a wrestling
match instead maybe? No, Banks sits down on the chair? He’s telling Dio “free shot.” Dio clearly doesn’t trust it, but who is he to pass up an opportunity.
He hits the ropes to get some speed — Banks slides off the chair, but Muerte is quick to leap onto the seat of the chair instead. Muerte off the chair
with the bat, only to take a fist to the breadbasket. Banks with an irish whip sends Muerte to the ropes, catches him with a drop toe-hold… and that
sends Muerte face-first into the unfolded steel chair. Banks takes a moment to chuckle, but then he’s on top of Muerte. Stiff cross-face shots to Muerte,
who has lost his grip on the bat. And Banks is going for the Charismatic Crossface! He could lock this in and get a submission in no time flat, Dio Muerte
trying to keep it from being locked on. Banks sees he can’t get it on Muerte yet, so quickly stands up and drives the point of the elbow into the back
of Dio’s head.

With his man down, Banks picks up the steel chair. He slaps it with his free hand and then gets a good two-handed grip. Muerte is up to his feet, he turns
around

WHAM

ROB MARTINEZ: What a thunderous chair shot! You could hear that one echoing through the building, and David Banks has taken control of this contest! Dio
Muerte tried to get a hand up to block, but how do you block a speeding steel chair?

Banks preens for a moment, laughing. He slams the chair down and gets a cover. One, two — hell no. Muerte kicks out right on two, not even close to a
three count. Banks says “hell with this” and grabs his chair again. Muerte gets up…

KERANG!

Muerte collapses again, but this time Banks says “No mistakes!” He grabs the steel chair and puts it on top of Dio Muerte’s prone form. And with that, Banks
ascends to the top rope. Could it be? It could be, it should be, it is the MID-CARD KILLER. The only problem is that ain’t nobody home as Dio Muerte rolls
out of the way. Fortunately for Banks, Dio’s momentum took the chair out of his landing platform.

Unfortunately for Banks, Dio Muerte has the steel chair in his hands! Muerte swings —

FAKE.

Banks gets a hand up to block, but Muerte stops his swing right before it connects, and instead connects with a Shuffle Sidekick that has Banks seeing stars.
The crowd is confused… until Dio grabs his forgotten bat and holds it high.

ROB MARTINEZ: The rules of this match very simple! Banks brings the chair… and Dio brings the bat! This doesn’t look good for David Banks… that didn’t
sound good for David Banks.

The thud of the bat driven across Bank’s pectorals, no, that don’t sound good at all. And this time it’s Dio Muerte, idly spinning the bat while Banks tries
to shake off the pain… and then bringing it down across the man’s back. This ain’t no lovetap, he tagged him baby. Banks drops down to his knees in pain,
and Dio…

Well. Pretty much tees off on the back of Banks’ head. The bat cracks in half, a shower of splinters and corkwood and sawdust. The crowd immediately starts
up with a “HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT” chant. David Banks on instinct has rolled out of the ring, he’s laying facedown on the concrete and holding the back of
his head tightly in his arms, clearly in intense pain. But Dio Muerte does not go after David Banks.

Nope.

Dio Muerte instead points the ruined handle of his bat to the garbage can of plundah he brought with him. The crowd begins to buzz as Dio heads towards
the can. He pulls off the lip, rummages in, and pulls out…

A BARBED WIRE BAT.

ROB MARTINEZ: I’ve heard it said that “business is about to pick up,” because it damn sure is! Dio Muerte just pulled out a ballbat wrapped up like a christmas
tree, if a christmas tree was wrapped with skin-tearing barbed wire!

The crowd is going crazy as Muerte cooly saunters over to Banks, who is beginning to pick himself up. The back of his head shows some dark crimson against
the black, but that can’t prepare Banks for Dio Muerte taking the barbed wire bat and raking it all into his forehead! Banks yells out in pain as Muerte
tears the bat away violently. Banks has his face on the apron, and blood is rushing out of angry gashes on his forehead. He manages to roll into the ring,
but Dio is doing the same. Banks on hands and knees, and Dio Muerte brings the barbed wire

Down.

It catches in Bank’s “HATE” hoodie, Muerte rolling and pulling as Banks yells and screams in pain. Muerte rips the bat free of the fabric, then violently
begins to pull it over David’s head. Suddenly David is free of the hoodie — and his entire bare chest and back is exposed to the vicious barbed wire.
He knows it. Dio knows it. The gasping crowd knows it.

Muerte with the bat-caught-Banks is trying to fight it off! Banks gets his hands on the bat, on Muerte’s wrist, trying to push the bat back as Muerte is
pushing in with all his might. It is an artistic tableau, Muerte’s eyes flaring, the bloody Banks… and it only ends with Banks somehow, someway, uses
Muerte’s forward pressure against him. Driving the man down to the canvas. And then suddenly:

Locking in a modified crossface. Modified because Banks has the barbed wire bat ACROSS DIO’S DAMN FACE.

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh my God, this is disgusting! Even with the ski-mask on, that bit of fabric won’t keep the razor edged barbs from cutting into his forehead
and nose!

Banks is pulling back, the muscles in his neck and arms straining as he pulls and rips back. He’s pulling so hard, in fact, with such a strange implement,
that he ends up whipping the bat into the air. Muerte is screaming in pain from that, kicking the canvas as Banks somehow gets to his feet. He looks around
the crowd, blood-splattered, and then suddenly rolls outside the ring. Banks flips up the ring apron, reaches underneath the ring, and suddenly pulls out…
A barbed-wire chair.

“You think he the only one? Huh?” Banks pulls the chair up and holds it high, the crowd roaring. By God, they’re getting their money’s worth tonight. Banks
… wait a minute. He’s not going in the ring yet. He grabs a chair from ringside, tosses it into the ring. Almost clips the ref. Banks is walking around
the ring, barbed wire laced chair in hand, and tossing other chairs into the ring. Four, five, six, seven chairs in the ring. And now Banks finally on
the ring apron. What’s he doing here? He sets one of the chairs up in the center of the ring and picks up Dio Muerte. Muerte throws a punch, Banks with
one of his own, he knuckles the man down to the chair. Muerte is seated and hurt as Banks takes off the ropes

KRUNK

ROB MARTINEZ: THE BARBED WIRE STEEL CHAIR RIGHT ACROSS THE FACE OF DIO MUERTE! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! THE PIN! ONE, TWO, NOOOOO?!

Banks can’t believe it, Dio Muerte kicked the hell out. What the hell? Banks argues with the ref, then picks the unmoving Dio Muerte back up. He again sets
him on the chair, once again grabbing the barbed wire laced chair. He takes off the ropes, runs, swings, and takes a barbed wire bat right into the stomach.
Dio grabs the doubled-over Banks… SIT-OUT POWERBOMB! THROUGH THE UNFOLDED CHAIR IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING!

Muerte hits the canvas, still worn out himself, but he gets an arm over Banks. ONE. TWO. TH—kick out! David Banks somehow kicks out, but now there are
angry red gashes all across his abdomen.

ROB MARTINEZ: And if you can believe this, folks, next week in NAPW David Banks has to wrestle Tommy Deathrow in a SUPERSTAR RULES match. Which is basically
a REBEL RULES match-up… Banks isn’t going to make it to next Tuesday at this right! And WAIT A MINUTE, MUERTE IS GOING UP TO THE TOP ROPE? BANKS IS IN
NO-MAN’S LAND… FROOOOG SPLASH!

WHAM! Muerte connects with Banks, connects with the chair he’d thrown on top of the man. Dio spasms on the canvas, holding his gut, he sacrificed his own
body to get that damage on David Banks. He gets the pin… and Banks kicks out. The crowd can’t believe it, but they are damn well on their feet chanting
“(BLEEP) HIM UP DIO, (BLEEP) HIM UP! (BLEEP) HIM UP DIO, (BLEEP) HIM UP!” Muerte indeed has gone back to his barbed wire bat… he digs it into Banks forehead
for a gruesome image, as Banks groans of pain are evidence of the brutality. Dio then rolls to the outside, reaching into his can of plundah, and pulling
out… a water bottle? Dio empties the bottle over his head, getting some in his mouth, washing some away. Hell, that was actually smart. But then WATCH
OUT as Dio tosses the can overhead, over the ropes into the ring, narrowly missing David Banks. Dio wasn’t really aiming. Nonetheless, Dio is back in the
ring. He roots around in the can for… what?

We may never know, because Banks tries to pick Muerte up for a back suplex. Muerte flips out at the apex and rushes Banks BELLY TO BELLY. The Chairman just
sent Dio flying into the ropes. Dio has one arm tangled oddly in the ropes… wait a minute. Oh no.

Banks just tied Dio Muerte up between the second and third ropes.

Dio kicks at Banks, but the bloody Chairman steps away. Come to think of it, Dio is bloody as well, there is red soaking through his ski-mask and dripping
down. That white wife-beater is never gettin’ clean. But right now, Dio is trying to get free to no avail as the Chairman takes a quick breather. Johnson
tries to go free Dio, but he backs off nervously as Banks threatens him with a chair. Banks once again has the barbed wire chair, even as Dio Muerte is
struggling in the ropes. He’s taking his time with this shot… actually, what exactly is Banks doing? He’s grabbed the towel he brought to the ring, and
he’s… well, wrapping it around the barbed wire chair. That towel is stuck good, but for what reason?

To the outside goes Banks, again reaching under the ring apron. Has he hidden something else out down there? Wait…he’s got something. He’s got…

A jerry can.

ROB MARTINEZ: A jerry can of gasoline! If Banks is going to do what I think he’s going to do… I ask you, what is worse than a barbed-wire covered chair?
Banks opens the jerry can as the crowd’s roar grows louder and louder. He empties the contents over top of the fire chair, the distinct stench of gasoline
filling the armory. Banks holds up the soaked chair… and produces a lighter from his trunks.

Flick.

ROB MARTINEZ: A barbed-wire covered chair… ON FIRE.

“HOLEEEEEEEEEEE” the crowd begins.

Muerte sees it coming and steels himself like a man.

BANKS SWINGS

“SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIT”

CRACK.

FWOOOSH.

ROB MARTINEZ: MY GOD! MY GOD! DIO MUERTE HAS BEEN HIT WITH A FLAMING STEEL CHAIR! THIS IS WHAT REBEL PRO IS ALL ABOUT, BUT BY GOD WE STILL NEED A FIRE EXTINGUISHER!
Dio Muerte was knocked out of the ropes by that brutal shot, but his clothing has caught fire. He yells horribly on the concrete as he rolls to put out
the flames. In the ring Banks has dropped to one knee, unsteadily holding the top rope as he sways. But he’s got a cocky grin on his blood stained face.
The crowd is chanting “RPDUB RPDUB RPDUB RPDUB” as the scene plays out.

Frighteningly, the match is not yet over.

In the ring Banks has started stacking the numerous chairs into a sloppy pile, for what purpose, only he could know. Jimmy Johnson is outside with Dio Muerte,
asking him if he wants to go on. The smell of singed flesh and fabric hangs in the air. Dio grabs Jimmy by the collar and shoves him on his ass. He reaches
up for the bottom rope, clawing at the canvas, and somehow heaves his carcass back into the ring.

And here David Banks is ready for him. He grabs Dio Muerte, hooking him for a vertical suplex — apparently into that pile of stacked chairs! Hell, we
know Banks likes the trifecta. But Muerte gets his leg in the way, refusing to go over. Banks hits him, tries again, again Muerte blocks. COUNTER. BRAINBUSTAAHHHHHH.
Dio Muerte with a desperation brainbuster to counter, and now he’s crawling towards his plundah can, there can’t be something else in it, can there? There
is! Dio pulls out yet a third bat… a bat glinting strangely in the light.

ROB MARTINEZ: I can’t quite make out what’s on that bat… wait a moment, folks, you won’t believe… it isn’t? It is! Dio Muerte has pulled out a bat…
a bat covered in glue and GLASS. Shards of broken glass all over the end of that ball bat! And he’s going to use it on another human being!

Dio has the bat—Banks looks up—DIO SMASHES THE BAT ACROSS THE BACK OF BANKS! ACROSS THE CHEST! AND HE TEES OFF — BANKS DUCKS. Hundreds of red pinprick
wounds, some gashes have opened up all over his body! Muerte swings again, Banks gets a hand up to knock the bat away, but he cuts his hand up badly doing
so. Dio is coming! Dio Muerte is coming! David Banks is backed into the corner, he ain’t got nowhere to go, and Dio runs in and swings with the bat —
hits the turnbuckle pad! Banks shoves Dio into the turnbuckle chest first with crazy force, enough to send the glass-covered bat flying. Banks turns Dio
around, picks the man up and puts him to the top rope. He climbs up — Dio with an OPEN HAND SLAP to the face of Banks! Banks returns with the same to
the ski-masked face of Dio! Dio with a slap — Banks with a slap — echoing through the armory — Banks with a sudden HEADBUTT to Dio Muerte!

David double-underhooks the arms… looks back for just one second…

And plunges Dio Muerte downwards into a pile of eight or nine steel chairs. Unbelievable? No. Just…

Beyond Belief.

The crowd is chanting RPDUB RPDUB RPDUB RPDUB as Banks finally rolls over and puts a bloody arm over Muerte, laying on top of the stack of steel seats.
Johnson counts one… two… and though Dio twitches, it’s not enough to kick out before the three.

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of the match… Davvvviiiid Bannnnnnks! ROB MARTINEZ: You may think you have seen it all, but you have not seen REBEL Pro Wrestling
until now. Listen to this crowd, showing RESPECT for the hell these two men just put themselves through.

What’s the crowd chanting?

“THAT WAS AWESOME. THAT WAS AWESOME. THAT WAS AWESOME.”

ROB MARTINEZ: There wasn’t a title on the line, this was all about pride! We saw barbed wire, we saw fire, we saw broken glass all strapped onto bats and
chairs… it took Beyond Belief onto a dozen chairs to finally put this one away. David Banks gets the win tonight, but Dio Muerte has proven to all these
fans here tonight that he is for real! These men will need medical attention but this is what REBEL Pro is all about… putting it all on your line, your
very body, for a chance at glory.

Banks has stumbled into the aisle where he is laying as trainers come to attend to him. He is, literally, bleeding from all over, hundreds of small wounds…
not to mention the jagged, raked gashes on his forehead. Dio is in the ring still, the crowd still in shock and awe over the match they have just seen.
Dio shoves trainers away, but can’t keep his feet due to his own blood loss. What a freaking match.

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Jenny Jersey has the mic and is at center ring, so it’s match time, baby!

JENNY JERSEY: This next match is scheduled for one fall!

Easy E’s “Still Cruisin” plays as Murcielago makes his way to the ring for his REBEL debut.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing the participants! First, from Manhattan, New York, weighing in at two hundred and ninety pounds, MURCIELAGO!!!

The crowd gives a nice reception to the newcomer, though they’ve yet to see what he can do. But then Nine Inch Nails takes over the speakers, and a bit
of a hush comes over the crowd…

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent, from the Amazon Basin. He weighs three hundred and fifty pounds. he is accompanied by Ringmaster Iago and Miranda. This
is CALIBAN!!!

A mixed reaction as Caliban lumbers to the ring, led by Miranda. The hardcore fans have a “CAL-I-BAN” chant going. Iago cackles as he points his cane at
Murcielago. Caliban steps over the top rope and glares at his only slightly smaller opponent. Referee Johnson calls for the bell, and Caliban is quick
to go for a lariat… Murcielago ducks! And he catches the monster with a HUGE right hand! But Caliban doesn’t go down!

ROB MARTINEZ: Caliban barely flinched! And Murcielago is no slouch!

Caliban grabs Murcielago by the throat, and goes for a chokeslam! Murcielago with a series of elbows to Caliban’s head, and the masked man lets go. Mucielago
hits the ropes, and comes back with a boot to the face which staggers the man from the Amazon. He hits him with a second boot, and Caliban stumbles backwards,
but does not leave his feet. Murcielago goes for a third boot… Caliban catches the foot, roars, and nearly DECAPITATES Murcielago with a hard clothesline!
The fans show some love for that move, even if they’re scared of the masked freak. Caliban drags up Murcielago by the hair and lays in with a STIFF headbutt.
Murcielago sinks to one knee, a cut opened on his forehead. Caliban goes to drag him up again, and Murcielago does what any sensible man would do against
an unstoppable menace:

He plants a fist right to Caliban’s junk.

ROB MARTINEZ: Monster or mortal, doesn’t matter, that’s got to hurt!

Caliban roars at that. Iago and Miranda look furious, and Murcielago sees a break. Using all his strength he heaves up Caliban for a spinebuster… No!
Caliban latches onto Murcielago’s head with a claw hold! The grip is released, and Caliban pushes his opponent to the ropes, then nails a Cactus clothesline
that sends both men to the floor! Caliban is first to his feet, and he drags up Murcielago and whips him into the guard rail! He follows up with a clothesline…
Murcielago gets a desperation back body drop! Caliban is sent over the railing and to the floor! Murcielago spots a chair and grabs it, then turns to see
Caliban is up. And angry.

ROB MARTINEZ: Neither man backing down. But Murcielago is fighting for survival, and Caliban seems to be fighting for fun…

Murcielago swings the chair and nails Caliban in the back as he climbs over the railing. He hits him again. And again. Stiff chair shots to the back that
would cause a normal man to crumple. But Caliban is only being slowed down. And he seems to be getting angrier. Murcielago goes for a head shot! Caliban
steps aside. He catches Murcielago, lifts the man onto his shoulders and

ROB MARTINEZ: ARGENTINE FACEBUSTER! My god he just drove the man face first onto the floor!

A huge groan from the crowd, but Caliban calmly deposits his opponent back into the ring. Iago and Miranda, in the meantime, have set up a table in the
ring, and they have a command for Caliban:

BREAK HIM.

Caliban is back in the ring. He drags Murcielago to the corner where the table is set up. And now… Miranda is giving him instruction… Caliban sits Murcielago
on the top rope… Now he’s standing on the second rope… He grabs hold of the back of Murcielago’s head and

HEART Of DRAKNESS! FROM THE TOP ROPE, THROUGH THE TABLE!

And the fans seem to appreciate that move, as evidenced by the rampant “Holy Shit” chant we hear throughout the arena. Caliban covers, and Johnson makes
the count.

One

Two

Three

JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner, Caliban!

ROB MARTINEZ: Murcielago showed a lot of guts tonight. He never once backed away from his opponent, but I don’t think anyone is going to be able to stop
Caliban…

Iago laughs victoriously as Miranda leads Caliban away. Officials are now checking on Murcielago. He’s hurt, but he’s moving. he’ll live to fight another
day, but tonight he ran smack into possibly the most dangerous man in the business. The camera gives us a close-up of Caliban’s mask, where the only glimpse
of humanity we see are his eyes. Cold, dead, predatory. Be afraid…

“Take me down to the Paradise City where the grass is green and the girls are pretty!!”

This simply song lyric slithering through the speakers pops the crowd and all eyes turn towards the curtain. Iago, Miranda and Caliban also look towards
the curtain as Guns N’ Roses continue to blast. A figure hopes the guard rail and scampers up to the top turnbuckle.

It’s Warren!

He yells at Caliban who turns around just as Warren takes to the air! Caliban catches him and holds him like a dog would hold a chew toy! Samoan Drop! Warren
is writhing in pain as Caliban looms over him.

ROB MARTINEZ: Jesus Warren has more guts then brains, get this monster out of here before someone is seriously hurt!

Caliban leans down to pull Warren off the mat when the song “Thunderstruck” by AC/DC pounds the speakers.

ROB MARTINEZ: Now what?

From behind the curtain steps a figure wearing leather pants and road warrior style shoulder pads. A gold belt is strapped around his waist.

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh. My. God.

The figure steps into the ring and the audience simply looks on in stunned amazement. The Extreme Jobber Champion Joey Malone has come to kick some ass!
Malone takes off the pads, drops them to the mat and flips off Caliban! Caliban looks at Iago who shrugs his shoulders. Big boot to the face of Malone!
The Extreme Jobber Champion is laying on the mat screaming for his mother of all things!

ROB MARTINEZ: Caliban is killing everything that steps into that ring!

Iago shouts to Caliban to get another table when….

“Son Of A Bush” by Public Enemy hits the speakers! bring the noise indeed! The crowd pops as Bruce “The Beast” Richards runs out from the back, slides into
the ring and gets into the face of Caliban!

ROB MARTINEZ: This can’t end well….

Caliban starts to say something when “The Beast” pie faces him! The crowd comes unglued as a slugfest breaks out between the two men! Security and police
rush the ring amid thunderous boos and pry the men apart! Caliban breaks loose and attacks “The Beast” as it’s total chaos inside the ring! Finally the
two men (monsters?) are separated and are led from the ring to a chant of “Let Them Go! Let Them Go!”

ROB MARTINEZ: That’s it, I’m asking for hazard pay after tonight.

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JENNY JERSEY: This match is your four corners survival match! The winner of this match will receive a future shot at the REBELÊHeavyweight Championship!
“We Fall, We Fall” by Dead Celebrity Status punishes the speakers as the fans go nuts.

JENNY JERSEY: Coming to the ring first, he weighs in at 254 pounds and is one half of The DOOMriders…”SUPERSTAR” Tommy Deathrow!!!

Tommy steps though the curtain and quickly jogs his way down youtube canadian pharmacy to the ring. After rolling inside he stands up and looks ready to kick someone, anyones ass.
“I Am The Man” by Philosopher Kings plays and the cheers turn to boos as Kyle Roberts makes his way out from the back. He blows off the fans as he makes
his way to ringside. Inside the ring Deathrow is rubbing his hands together as if getting ready to lay into Mr. Roberts.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent, weighing in at 257 pounds…”Stylin’” Kyle Roberts!!!

Roberts slowly enters the ring and keeps his eyes on the self proclaimed “Walking STD” …

“When The Lights Go Out” by The Black Keys (music only) hits the speakers and the boos keep on coming.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent, weighing in at 247 pounds….”LDK” Lloyd Rees!!!

Rees steps out from the back to a hostile crowd. Not that he cares. He makes his way to the ring as Deathrow and Roberts watch his every step.

“Path” by Apocalyptica blasts through the speakers and the crowd pops big time!

JENNY JERSEY: And finally, he is the reigning NAPW Heavyweight Champion, he weighs in at 210 pounds…Ravager!!!

The most dangerous man on Earth steps out to a huge ovation from the REBEL faithful.Ê The NAPW belt is strapped around his waist as a kind of “F*ck You”
to the rest of the men in the match.Ê He makes his way to the ring with an intense look on his face and climbs into the ring.Ê All eyes are cialis advertising campaign on the NAPW
Heavyweight Champion…

Ravager steps into the ring and CRACK. Immediately headbutts Stylin’ Kyle Roberts square in the forehead, he walks over to Tommy Deathrow and CRACK, headbutts
the Superstar down, then to Lloyd Rees who fires a punch BLOCKED HEADBUTT. CRACK. DING DING DING. There’s the bell, already Ravager has floored all three
opponents with sick headbutts and he barely looks dazed. And he hasn’t even taken off his title belt yet!

Ravager takes off the NAPW title belt and tosses it aside… wait. He changes his mind. Kyle Roberts is up, turns around, Ravager charges him and connects
with the 10 pounds of gold right into the forehead. Deathrow? TEN POUNDS OF GOLD. LDK? TEN POUNDS OF SAMUEL L JACKSON APPROVED MOTHER(BLEEP)IN’ 10 POUNDS
OF GOLD.

ROB MARTINEZ: He’s been called the Shooter, the Last Resort, The White Collar Assassin, but right now I would call him Hurricane Ravager! The NAPW Heavyweight
champion has decimated the competition in the early going of this contest, and the REBEL Pro Wrestling fans are loving every minute of it!

Ravager stands alone in the center of the ring, scanning the cheering NC fans with his typical unhappy expression put in place. And now it’s on, as Ravager
roughly manhandles a busted open Stylin’ Kyle Roberts into one corner. Ravager opens up with the knife-edge chop… and that draws a thunderous WHOOOOOO
from the Carolina crowd. Roberts dances in place, Ravager whupped him good. Back into the corner for Roberts and Ravager again chops the hell out of him.
Meanwhile, Lloyd Rees and Tommy Deathrow have gotten to their feet and started in on each other. Deathrow is throwing wild but punchy rights and lefts
LDK’s way, and Lloyd is having a hard time countering. Tommy sends him into the ropes and wallops him. Then it’s time for the… locomotion? Deathrow is
gonna ride the train? Dance, dance, CHARGE — Lloyd with the low-bridge! Deathrow goes careening to the outside over the ropes. WAIT A MINUTE THE LDK
— TO THE OUTSIDE! HE CREAMS DEATHROW! FRESH WATER FLIP OVER THE TOP ROPE! LDK went hardcore high-risk here in REBEL Pro Wrestling. LDK and STD are down
on the concrete…

As in the ring, Ravager continues to methodically dismantle Stylin’ Kyle Roberts. In point of fact, it’s been all Ravager. Kyle tries to get a shot in,
only to have Ravager fire back with another headbutt or chop. Irish whip sends Kyle into the turnbuckle, but he grabs the top rope and slingshots over
a charging Ravager. Ravager himself stops short of impact, however, and he dodges Kyle’s attempt at a lariat with… chops! CHOPS! MORE CHOPS! RAVAGER
GOING BILLY BERSEK DON. YOU SEE. MY MON RAVAGER DON’T SHIV. The crowd gives up on counting, there’s just too many — Kyle Roberts chest is going to be
a softened, tenderized piece of Alberta beef right now.

Ravager steps aside, allowing the brutalized Roberts to stumble out to center-ring. Kyle, on wobbly legs, is prime picking… LAST RESORT

WAIT A MINUTE

Roberts quickly counters the Last Resort, wrenching out before Ravager could lock the fingers together — standing switch — he takes Ravager’s feet out
from underneath him! He’s going for the Bear-Tamer, can he get Ravager turned around? He can’t… so he changes tactics, catapulting Ravager through the
air and over the turnbuckle. So far, in fact, that Ravager actually clonks his forehead on the top of the ringpost and sags awkwardly atop the turnbuckle.
Kyle Roberts – red-chested, bloody faced, spitting out a tooth it looks like – stands at center-ring now.

“SMARTER THAN YOU.”

ROB MARTINEZ: You have to give Roberts credit, he had Ravager’s finisher well-scouted… and that shot of desperate adrenaline probably didn’t hurt. But
here comes Tommy Deathrow back into the ring!

What? Indeed, as soon as Kyle turns around The SUPERSTAR is right there. And he boots Kyle in the gut, DEATHROW DRIVER coming up. Not if Rees can help it!
Lloyd comes off the ropes with a brutal lariat knocking Deathrow down. And now it’s Rees and Roberts putting the boots to Tommy. Two-on-one!

ROB MARTINEZ: It looks like LDK and Stylin’ Kyle have decided to work together for the short-term… the question is who stabs who in the back first?

Hard question to answer but right now Deathrow wishes it would happen soon, because he’s not being done any favors here. LDK and Kyle hoist Deathrow up
and send him to the ropes, Kyle catches Deathrow with a Tilt-A-Whirl backbreaker… and it’s Rees immediately diving onto Tommy with a running senton as
soon as Tommy hits canvas. It’s also Rees who covers for one, two, Roberts shoves him off. Roberts pins Deathrow, one, two, Rees shoves Roberts off. Oh
ho ho, and now these two are jawing with one another. But wait, it looks like they’ve made peace, at least long enough to take Deathrow and Ravager out
of the equation…

Yeah, right. Each man has the same idea and they clothesline each other down in the center of the ring. And oh my god, RAVAGER IS STANDING ON THE TOP TURNBUCKLE!
DIVINNNNNG HEADBUTT! He NAILS Kyle Roberts, the nearer man with it. As for LDK, well… how do you put this.

You see, Tommy Deathrow has his knees around Rees head, Rees facedown on the canvas.

And he’s thrusting the man’s face back and forth into the canvas.

Yes ladies, it is indeed the phenomenon known as…

ROB MARTINEZ: TOTAL NONSTOP TOMMY!!!

Ravager shakes off the headbutt, he’s clearly been shaken up by that date with the ringpost, but he has Roberts… in The Garotte! However, at the same
time Tommy Deathrow decides to go Submission, locking Rees in the Camel Clutch! Roberts and Rees are both being punished by submission moves, the crowd
chanting “TAP TAP TAP.” WHO TAPS FIRST?

After an agonizing minute for each trapped man, Ravager and Deathrow make the simultaneous decision that this isn’t going to work out. They each release
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their holds and get up to their feet. They eye each other. Ravager with a chop! Deathrow with a punch! Chop! Punch! Chop! Punch! Punch! Punch! Deathrow
is firing off the fists of fabulous fury! Ravager, punch-drunk, misses Deathrow. This isn’t a state Ravager’s used to being in but you can’t brawl with
Tommy Deathrow. And when Ravager misses, Deathrow… holy shit.

Gets the full nelson! AND HITS A LAST RESORT!

The crowd is going bananas, Tommy just used Ravager’s own finisher against him! Deathrow goes for a cover, one, two, BOOT TO THE HEAD… by Stylin’ Kyle
Roberts. Roberts kicks Tommy in the gut brutally, and then suddenly…

He can’t!

HE IS

DEATHROW DRIVER BY KYLE ROBERTS ON TOMMY DEATHROW!

Can you believe what you are seeing? Kyle Roberts with a sick grin on his face, but what he doesn’t see is Lloyd Rees rising right behind him. Spin around
— wham! Rees hoists Kyle up… and GOOD LORD!

EMERALD FUSION!

REES HAS KYLE DOWN WITH HIS OWN FINISHER!

Nobody’s moving as Rees covers Kyle Roberts! ONE! TWO! THREEE—-

Shoulder up. Shoulder up!

ROB MARTINEZ: This crowd just had their heart’s in the collective throats, Lloyd Rees very nearly stole this match using Roberts’ own move! And now he’s
got the pick of the litter as far as who he wants to inflict damage to, nobody else is moving.

Rees indeed wants more, and he makes a point of grabbing Tommy Deathrow… one-half of the NAPW Tag Team Champions, whom Rees will be wrestling for the
gold in just a couple weeks. He lifts Tommy to the top turnbuckle and follows, going for his Wabana Buster. That one will end this match… but wait! Ravager
is up, and he’s on top behind Rees, pounding away — oh my God, Ravager is trying to german suplex Rees right off the turnbuckle! Cue Kyle Roberts to
somehow get up at the same time… he positions himself in front of the lot! POWERBOMB, GERMAN SUPLEX, SUPERPLEX! Talk about a TOWER OF DOOM! Kyle powerbombs
Ravager, who german suplexes LDK, who manages to superplex Tommy still. They’re all laid out now, except for…

Stylin’ Kyle.

And Ravager is looking like a vulnerable old…bear.

ROB MARTINEZ: These two men hate each other so much, they always have, and now Kyle Roberts is trying to break Ravager in half with the Bear-Tamer! He’s
got it locked in!

Indeed he does, and Ravager is in the middle of the ring with nowhere to go. This man has so rarely submitted in his entire career, but now a crazed, manic-eyed
Kyle Roberts is wrenching back, digging his knee into the man’s back in classic Liontamer style.

And perhaps Kyle Roberts could have gotten the submission right there.

If Lloyd Rees didn’t choose to grab him from behind for the CONCEPTION BAY CHINLOCK.

ROB MARTINEZ: The Bear-Tamer is broken, now how long can Stylin’ Kyle Roberts hold out? Rees has it cinched in!

The crowd is getting very, VERY nervous. Kyle’s hand is raised… he’s shaking… he won’t tap! He won’t! Rees gets the bodyscissors, falling backwards
to the canvas. Kyle has nowhere to go, no ropes to grab… his hand shakes! It wavers! IT BEGINS TO FALL —

And Tommy Deathrow comes FLYING off the top rope with a MOONSAULT? WTF OMG. Deathrow can’t do a moonsault! He just did, the world’s sloppiest, shittiest
but damn effective moonsault onto both Rees and Roberts. And what do you know, Deathrow is suddenly the only man up. You just cannot keep the momentum
in this contest for more than a moment, Deathrow needs to capitalize NOW…

And he does, pulling up LDK for the DEATHROW DRIVER…

DENIED.

Stylin’ Kyle nails Deathrow in the butt of the jaw with a Styleskick. And then promptly collapses. The referee looks around at four men, all down, and the
crowd is getting noisy and loud…

There’s movement.

All four men are stirring. Barely moving.

Separately — yet as one — they pull themselves up by the ring ropes. Ravager. Roberts. Rees. Deathrow. Each in a corner. Beaten, bloody, but knowing
that a title shot at the REBEL Heavyweight title is on the line. The very reason they lace up their boots: To be the man.

To be the man, you have to beat the man.

And sometimes you have to beat three men.

ROB MARTINEZ: We have a stand-off here, my goodness, the tension is so thick you could cut it with a knife… and HERE WE GO! Katy, bar the door!

The action is fast and furious, each man just trying to punish anybody in his reach with chops, punches, kicks, gouges, the works. Ravager and Kyle Roberts
end up paired up out of the chaos, Ravager more or less kicking Kyle’s sorry backstabbing ass to the delight of the fans. But he doesn’t count on a low
blow, nor does he count on a Moose Jaw Driver dropping him to the canvas! Kyle makes a cover, ONE, TWO, Rees breaks the pinfall up! He was just aware enough
to hear the ref counting and tear away from Deathrow, but STD is back over him. Deathrow looks try to the Dominator on LDK, but Rees slips out behind Deathrow.
Spin-around, toe-kick… He’s going for it! Rees has Deathrow up on his shoulders! The NISH J DROP! He connects! Covers! ONE! TWO! TH—

Roberts drives the elbow into the head of Rees, knocking the man off. Kyle with some stiff shots into Rees’ face, and generic viagra from india review then lifts the man up for the REAL
Emerald Fusion, applied by the man who has ended careers by it. But he never hits it, because it’s RAVAGER getting behind him with the LAST RESORT.

You better believe this time, it connects.

COVER ON ROBERTS ONE, TWO, TH— SAVE BY REES! Rees wants this match so bad he can taste it! Rees opens up on Ravager, blocked, HEADBUTT again by Ravager!
He’s been dishing them out like candy, kids. Ravager with a Northern Lights Suplex on Rees! ONE! TWO! And this time it’s Deathrow breaking up the pinfall!
He covers Ravager, one, two, Roberts rips him off! Instead, Roberts pulls Ravager to his feet and sends him to the ropes, Ravager reverses, Kyle stops
short. SMARTER THAN YOU —*

Ravager LARIAT. Stylin’ Kyle gets dumped to the outside. Ravager with a head of steam SUICIDE DIVE THROUGH THE MIDDLE ROPES. RIGHT ONTO ROBERTS! BOTH MEN
ARE DOWN ON THE OUTSIDE!

In the ring, however, LDK has Deathrow in a bad position. He again toe-kicks him, lifting him high in the air for a second Nish J Drop! There’s nobody in
the ring to save Deathrow… but Tommy wriggles like a fish and ends up back on his feet, back to back with LDK. MULE KICK. Rees grabs his groin as Tommy
caught him from the back-to-back position. And then:

Deathrow rams LDK’s head between his legs. He sticks his tongue out and grabs the back of Rees’ trunks, lifting up. In one swift, stump-pulling motion…
LDK learns what it is to be on the receiving end of the Deathrow Driver. Tommy hooks the leg, and it’s ONE…TWO…THREE!

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of the match by pinfall… SUPERSTAR TOMMMMMMY DEATHROOOOOWWWW!

Tommy rolls out of the ring, a shit-eating grin plastered over his bloody face. Ravager and Roberts are picking themselves up on the outside, Roberts with
a glare of hatehateHATE on his face. Rees is the only one not looking on… he’s down and out.

Nobody gets up from the Deathrow Driver.

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JENNY JERSEY: The following match is set for one fall to a finish and is for the REBEL TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP!

Referee Jimmy Johnson stands in the ring. Then Ashley MacIssac’s “The Devil in the Kitchen,” brings out the Celtic Assassins. They are wearing Four Horsemen
shirts from the days when Paul Roma was a part of the group. They let out a “woo” and show the Four Horsemen sign only to get booooooooooed! They shake
their heads as they get in the ring.

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

ROB MARTINEZ: The Celt’s are trying to win over this crowd, but have failed miserably. They are of course former tag team champions in NAPW. They were also
number two on the ENN top one hundred tag teams in two thousand six. The series is tied in head to head encounters with The Foundation… but Thomas Young
and his brother Jeff James lost to them once. But this match is different, and both teams are different. This is for gold, and this is REBEL!

“The New Foundation” hits the arena sound system and the fans are cheering? Mr. B leads out Prince Darko and Thomas Young who look at the crowd in astonishment.
Darko shakes his head, and signals for a mic.

PRINCE DARKO: Don’t cheer for me. Don’t cheer for him. Don’t cheer for us. We’re not here for your love. We’re here to win and walk out with the title.
So take all them kind words and kiss our asses.

With that statement, the boos reign down, and the trio make their esteemed entrance into the REBEL ring.

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

ROB MARTINEZ: The Foundation are hungrier than ever. They have made it clear that these fans mean nothing to them, and don’t need cheers. This team has
came straight out of court, having legal issues as of late. They were number seven on the ENN top one hundred tag teams in two thousand six. They have
fought for NAPW gold and never captured it. Tonight they can finally get that monkey off their backs… if they can beat the Celt’s. It’s time for someone
to take this “Golden Opportunity” and go home champs.

Ding Ding!

Prince Darko wins rock, paper, and scissors this week, and will start the match off for The Foundation. Mister B is at ringside and isn’t a stranger to
getting involved. The Irish Adonis looks to be the man to start for the Assassins. Darko and O’Brady cirle the ring. O’ Brady with both a weight and height
advantage. O’Brady is calling for a test of strength, but Darko points to his head and says “No”. O’Brady charges at Darko and drives him into the neutral
corner. Darko is gasping for air, after the big man used his power like that. O’Brady then chops the chest of Darko, and goes “WOOO!” That gets him booed
worse than when they entered the arena.

Al Thoes asks for some action. O’ Brady takes Prince Darko and sends him into the corner of the Celts. O’ Brady follows him and nails a big clothesline.
Thoes enters the ring, and is deemed the legal man by referee Jimmy Johnson. Double Power Bomb by the Celt’s. The cover…

One…

Two…

Thomas Young with a kick to the head of Thoes. He looked like he was John Kasay of the Carolina Panthers with that kick. He drags Darko to his corner and
Young is declared legal. Young kicks the rising Thoes in the stomach and hooks the big man in a pump handle position. He tries to lift the near three hundred
pounder, but cannot. Wait! He realizes he can’t do it and changes it to an admominal stretch. He hooks on the big man, but only for a second. Thoes hip
tosses Young over, and then drops a quick elbow to the stomach of Young. He covers

One…

Two…

And the count stops with Young’s foot on the rope, and a shoulder up. Young is making sure he doesn’t get pinned. Thoes gets up and tags in O’ Brady. Young
gets up and is knocked down with a shoulder block by Bobby. Bobby goes for his Double Stomp, but Young moves. He is behind O’Brady, and rolls him up. He
has the tights.

One…

Two…

Thoes in for the save. Darko isn’t wasting anytime to get involved. He runs at the unsuspecting Thoes and RUNNING DDT ON THOES! Darko kicks Thoes out of
the ring. Young and Darko start clubbering O’Brady. Clubbering, defined by Virgil Runnels, is four fists on one body! Young picks up the two hundred seventy
five pound O’Brady, sets his upper body on the top rope. Darko hits the ropes and leapfrogs Young… it’s

PHASE 2! Young covers.

One…

Two…

Thoes in at the last second. Young gets up and clotheslines Thoes back over the top rope, to the outside. Darko is back in his corner asking to get in.
Young obliges and Darko is the legal man. O’ Brady is in a bad way. Darko sizes up the downed Celt and spring boards for his patented swanton bomb he calls
“Just Perfection.” O’Brady moves. CRASH AND BURN! Young is beside himself. Thoes is back in his corner. O’ Brady climbs close enough to Thoes and Thoes
is the legal man. Darko is up and is nailed. Young is in and gets scooped up for a POWERSLAM! Darko staggers up and POWER SUPLEX! Al Thoes is cleaning
house as The Foundation go to the outside for a time out of sorts. Everyone gets a chance to catch their breaths, as Mister B and the Foundation talk game
plan. The crowd is starting to get on the Celts side. They are cheering them loudly, until Thoes attempts to strut like Ric Flair.

And then the Boos reign in. Darko gets in the ring as Thoes tags in O’ Brady. Darko starts trash talking O’Brady. O’Brady starts trash talking back. Darko
has something pouring from his hand. Young enters the ring, O’ Brady turns his attention to him, and POWDER IN THE EYES. Darko goes for the STO, Young
with boot… it’s TOTAL CHAOS IN THE TAG TITLE MATCH!

Thoes comes in and is double drop kicked out the ring. O’Brady rolls out and is trying to clear his eyes. The Foundation is standing tall in the ring. They
flip off the crowd and get some loud boos. Darko starts jawing with a woman in the crowd. Young is back to his corner. O’Brady is in the ring and is PISSED!
Darko doesn’t know that though and he gets picked up for the Torture Rack. He is trying to snap Darko in half. Jimmy Johnson is asking him if he quits!
Thomas Young enters the ring, but so does Thoes. Young nails Thoes with a big boot. He didn’t get it all though. Thoes bounces off the ropes and rebounds
with a clothesline. Young is down. Thoes is holding his arm. Mister B is in the ring and the ref makes him leave. O’Brady drops Darko and goes after B.
Young is up but worse for wear. He busts O’Brady in the head with a double ax handle. Darko is in his corner and waits for Young to get in it. Young is
now legal.

O’Brady goes and tags in Thoes. Thoes and Young stare off. These teams are taking each other to the limit. Young and Thoes start trading punches. Thoes
gets the advantage, and knocks Young to the ground. He applies the POWER CHINLOCK!

He is getting asked if he quits and Young hangs on. Thoes cranks on it, and Young screams very loudly. Darko is nursing his back, but sees his partner on
the verge of tapping the hell out. Darko is in, hits the ropes and DOUBLE MULE KICK TO THE HEAD OF O’BRADY! Tajiri couldn’t of hit that move more precise.
Darko back to his corner. These guys are going to above and beyond their usual tolerance levels. Young with an arm over O’Brady.

One…

TWO…

Thr- Bobby shoots his shoulder up! This match continues. Young is tired.. and looking for the kill shot. He is hooking up the legs of O’Brady and it’s time
for the HOLLYWOOD DEATHLOCK! Darko goes to the outside and knocks Thoes off the apron. O’Brady is in the middle of ring with no where to go.

Jimmy Johnson is in the grill of Bobby asking him if he gives. O’Brady does a push up and crawls to the ropes a bit. Young wrenches on it harder.

O’BRADY: NNOOOOOOOOOO!

Another push up and crawl forward. He is still a few feet away from the ropes. But the ropes don’t really matter. Young doesn’t have to stop. Thoes and
Darko are throwing hands inside. Thoes gets away and is in the ring. SPEAR FROM THE SIDE BY THOES ON YOUNG!

O’Brady was almost in tapping formation. Thoes is letting the fists go on Young. Darko is in his corner. Thoes pulls O’Brady to his corner and is now the
legal man. Thoes goes after Young again, who nails him in the stomach with a boot. He goes off the ropes with and hits Thoes with a nice looking scissors
kick. The cover

One…

Not even a two count. Thoes isn’t going to go out like that. O’Brady is entering the ring. They are calling for the Celtic Crusher. Darko isn’t having any
part of that. He is in and clotheslines Bobby. He is down and rolls out the ring. Darko sizes him up and baseball slides into him knocking O’Brady into
the guard rail. The rail moved like five feet. Thoes and Young are trading punches. The crowd is going crazy for this action. Darko climbs out onto the
ring apron. He is looking at O’Brady. O’Brady is staggering with his back to Darko. Darko flips off the crowd. He jumps…

NO (BLEEP)ING WAY!

OVER AND OUT ONTO THE RAILING! HE NEARLY DECAPITATED O’BRADY. BOBBY MIGHT BE DEAD!

THAT JUST HAPPENED!!!

Darko is laying motionless on the floor. He landed in the middle of the crowd and the concrete floor was his cushion. Young just looked over to his partner.
Thoes grabs Young by the back of the head and yells

HAGGIS BUSTER… Hold the phone we got company, and he is still bleeding. He is partially bandaged up but Dio Muerte is ringside and just laid out Mister
B with a barbwire bat. Mister B is bleeding profusely. The heavily bandaged Dio is in the ring face to face with Young. Young backs up.. into AL THOES!
Dio swings like he is Barry Bonds and YOUNG DUCKS!

AL THOES TAKES A HEAD FULL OF BARBWIRE BAT! YOUNG WITH THE LOW BLOW ON DIO. YOUNG COVERS THE KNOCKED OUT THOES!

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!!

Ding Ding.

Dio Muerte has unintentionally helped the Foundation win the REBEL Tag belts. He isn’t done though. He grabs Young by the head and is cutting the hell out
of him with barbwire bat.

MY GOD THE CARNAGE! HIS FACE IS CUT UP LIKE BEEF! Dio leaves the ring extracting a little bit of revenge.

No matter what… the fact remains.

JENNY JERSEY: The winners and THE FIRST EVER REBEL TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS… THE FOUNDATION!

Darko is up and starts to celebrate. He doesn’t see Young in pool of his on blood in the middle of the ring. We’re going to have to clean this up, we have
bodies everywhere. Darko is holding the belts high… here comes security to pull Dio off of Young. Darko gloats as Dio is led away by the men, pulling
the messy Young up and giving him a title belt… what in the hell will happen next?

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JENNY JERSEY: The next match is your main event and it is for the REBEL Heavyweight Championship!!

The crowd pops, it’s go time kids!

“Sowing Season (Yeah)” by Brand New hits the speakers and the outspoken MackaBEE steps through the curtain to a mixed reaction.

JENNY JERSEY: Coming to the ring first, weighing in at 252 pounds…MackaBEE!!!

MackaBEE slides into the ring and a look of intensity is etched across his face. “Harvester of Sorrow” by Metallica smashes the speakers and the crowd starts
to boo in unison.

JENNY JERSEY: And introducing his opponent, he weighs in at 287 pounds…”Big Bad” Brian Bruno!!!

Bruno glares at the fans as he makes his way down to ringside. A fan holds up a homemade sign that reads “Bruno Eats Kittens!” Bruno climbs into the ring
and starts the trash talk on MackaBEE who happily engages him.

“Even More Human Than Human” by The X-Ecutioners replaces the hard driving sound of Metallica and the crowd pops..

HUGE.

JENNY JERSEY: And introducing the third man involved in this match, he weighs in at 245 pounds…”The One Man Crimes Spree” Rex Caliber!!!

Caliber comes out from the back to a huge ovation and makes a beeline to the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: She of course didn’t mention this during the ring intros, but this match will be contested under elimination rules. Meaning simply if you
pin or make your opponent submit then they go to the back until only man is left standing! That man will become the REBEL Heavyweight Champion!

With all three men in the ring, the referee holds up the newly made REBEL Pro Wrestling Heavyweight Title above his head for all to see.

ROB MARTINEZ: That’s what it’s all about people, in a short while one of these three men will be wearing that very strap!

The referee hands the title off to Jenny Jersey and then calls for the bell! The three men stay in their respective corners eyeing each other as the crowd
start to stomp their feet with anticipation. Thirty seconds tick off and finally the trio of superstars each inch their way towards the center of the ring.
Triple collar and elbow tie up! All three men jockey for position and the advantage! Bruno rakes the eyes of Rex then lays in a back elbow to the head
of MackaBEE! A brutal chop across the chest of Rex elicits a “Wooooo!” chant from the crowd. Bruno grabs an arm of MackaBEE and shoots him into the ropes
only to find it reversed! MackaBEE hits Bruno with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker that leaves Brian gritting his teeth in pain. Rex charges MackaBEE but runs
into an inverted atomic drop! A clothesline drops Caliber to the mat and MackaBEE is firmly in the drivers seat. Bruno uses the ropes to pull himself up
to a standing base but takes a dropkick that sends him tumbling through the ropes and down to the floor below! MackaBEE is smirking down at Bruno when
Caliber sneaks up behind him and sends him sailing over the top rope to join Brian on the floor!

ROB MARTINEZ: Rex is standing tall now but will it be that way when the final bell rings?

On the outside Bruno and MackaBEE have started brawling and Rex gets an idea. Rex goes to the nearest turnbuckle, climbs to the top and launches himself
at the duo on the floor! Rex hits both men at full speed and the trio are laid out on the floor as the crowd gives Rex a happy “Holy Shit!” chant. The
trio are slow to get to their feet but Rex beats both Bruno and MackaBEE to get to a vertical base. Rex grabs Bruno and goes to whip him into the ringpost
but Brian hits the breaks and reverses it sending “the One Man Crime Spree” bouncing off the steel ringpost! Bruno turns around, takes a boot to the gut
and a suplex to the hard arena floor from MackaBEE! MackaBEE yells something to a ringside fan and he’s quickly handed a folding chair from the possibly
drunk fan. Rex is getting back to his feet when he takes a wicked chair shot across the back! The shot echoes through the Arena as Caliber drops to his
knees.

ROB MARTINEZ: Thanks to some help from the crowd MackaBEE has taken control!

MackaBEE turns and drives the chair into the gut of a rising Bruno before rolling the “Big Bad” one back into the ring. MackaBEE follows him and slams the
chair across the back of Brian Bruno before dropping it to the mat. MackaBEE squats down on his haunches and yells at Bruno to get to his feet. Bruno is
slow to do so but MackaBEE looks to be in no hurry. In a flash MackaBEE grabs Bruno from behind and goes for his “Holy MackaROLL” finisher! Bruno goes
up just as Rex Caliber reaches into the ring and pulls the legs out from under MackaBEE! Both Bruno and MackaBEE crash to the mat as “The One Man Crime
Spree” rolls inside the ring. Rex watches as MackaBEE struggles to get to his feet and then hits him with an exploder suplex! Bruno is also getting to
his feet and shoves Rex out of his way so that he can pull MackaBEE up to his feet. Animal’s Fury from Brian Bruno! Rex shoves Bruno away, pulls a battered
MackaBEE up and nails his “Planetary Collision!” The referee makes the easy three count as Bruno simply watches on.

ROB MARTINEZ: MackaBEE has just been eliminated! We’re down to Brian Bruno and Rex Caliber!

As MackaBEE rolls out of the ring, Rex Caliber is rolled up from behind by Bruno! Rex kicks out at two and the crowd lets out a collective sigh. Bruno stays
on Rex using punches and kicks to keep Caliber on the mat and off balanced. “Big Bad” Brian Bruno mounts Caliber and starts throwing stiff rights to the
head of Rex! Caliber rolls him over and now he’s the one who is throwing the heavy bombs. Bruno shoves him off and scramble sot get to his feet only to
take a running STO from “The One Man Crime Spree!” Bruno kicks out at two and rolls to the outside to get some distance between him and Caliber. Caliber
goes to the outside and takes a poke to the eyes that stops him cold. One Irish whip into the guardrails and Rex looks to be in serious trouble. Bruno
charges Rex but takes a back elbow to the head. Rex hooks his arms around Bruno and takes him up and over with a belly to belly release suplex that leaves
Brian laying in the front row!

ROB MARTINEZ: Luckily Bruno’s fall was cushioned by two fans. I smell a lawsuit.

Rex climbs over the guardrail and clubs Bruno with a big right hand. The fans part like the Red Sea as the two grapplers get into a slugfest. Rex starts
to get the better of the exchange when Bruno lashes out with a kick between the uprights that drops Caliber to the floor. With Caliber busy checking his
jewels, Bruno grabs a chair and tries his best to wrap it around the skull of his opponent! Bruno drops the dented chair and smirks at a now busted open
Rex Caliber. Bruno pulls Rex up and shoves him against the guardrail and starts to pepper him with hard right hands to the gash on the forehead as blood
pours from the wound. Bruno shoves some fans out of the way and charges at Rex only to take a backdrop over the guardrail and onto the floor! Rex pulls
himself over the railing as Bruno is using the ringpost to drag himself to his feet. Rex grabs a double handful of hair and slams Bruno’s head off the
ringpost.

ROB MARTINEZ: Bruno is busted open! Both of these men are wearing the ghastly crimson masks!

Bruno is rolled into the ring and Rex slides in behind him, his blood staining the canvas. Rex pulls Bruno to his feet and shoots him into the ropes. It’s
reversed and Bruno tags Rex with his wicked “Sack Exchange!” Both men are down and the crowd start stomping their feet and clapping. Bruno crawls over
and drapes an arm across the chest of Caliber, one, two Rex kicks out! The fans pop huge as their hometown boy is still in this battle. Bruno wipes some
blood out of his eyes and pulls Rex to his feet. A whip into the ropes and Bruno catches Rex with a bone jarring spinebuster! Another count of two and
three quarters! Bruno spots the chair left in the ring by MackaBEE earlier and crawls over to it. Bruno grabs the chair and uses it to help him stand up.
He turns around and takes a running shoulder tackle from a bloodied Rex that send both men crashing into the referee!

ROB MARTINEZ: The referee has bitten it!

The referee looks dead as a battered and bloodied Rex Caliber pulls Bruno to his feet. Bruno rakes the eyes of Rex and goes into his “Blind Rage!” Rex is
battered with stiff punches and kicks from the seemingly possessed Brian Bruno! Rex is shot into the ropes and gets nailed with a boot to the gut that
leads to a sit out powerbomb! Another referee shoots out from the back and slides into the ring!

ROB MARTINEZ: It’s over! Brian Bruno is going to win the REBEL Title!

One…

Someone slips out from under the ring!

Two…

The referee is pulled out of the ring!

ROB MARTINEZ: What the Hell!? Is that….

Standing on the outside of the ring is….

Mr. Canada?

ROB MARTINEZ: What the Hell is this? Rex Caliber is Mr. Canada! Or he was. Or…Hell, I don’t know.

Mr. Canada slides into the ring and catches a stunned looking Brian Bruno with a leg lariat! Bruno is pulled to his feet and gets hoisted up onto the top
turnbuckle. Rex Caliber is still down on the other side of the ring. “Total Annihilation!” from Mr. Canada! The masked man rolls out of the ring and hops
the guardrails vanishing into the shocked crowd!

ROB MARTINEZ: What’s going on?

The fans and the referee are shocked as well. What the Hell is going on? Rex Caliber starts to slowly move and he looks over to see a prone Brian Bruno.
Rex looks puzzled but drags himself over to Bruno and rolls him over onto his back. The referee does what he does best, one, two, THREE!!!

ROB MARTINEZ: I don’t know what the Hell just happened here but I do know one thing…Rex Caliber has just won the REBEL Heavyweight Championship!!

The referee hands the belt to a bloody Rex Caliber who holds it proudly over his head. The crowd goes nuts but there are some jeers mixed in as well.

JENNY JERSEY: Your winner…And new REBEL Heavyweight Champion…Rex Caliber!!!

The referee is explaining something to a bloody Rex and a look cialis online lloyds pharmacy of utter confusion crosses the face of the new champion.

ROB MARTINEZ: Well despite a controversial decision, we have a new champion in “The One Man Crime Spree” Rex Caliber. Jesus what a night for REBEL and what
a night for the fans who where here to see this amazing show!

Brian Bruno is back to his feet and looks at a bloodied Rex Caliber who is now strapping the REBEL Title around his waist. The look in Brunos eyes tell
the story. This isn’t over…Not by a longshot.

We end with the image of Rex Caliber hitting all four corners showing off the REBEL Title to the delight of the fans.