IN THE BEGINNING
04/03/2007
It’s 6:30 and The Raleigh County Armory Civic Center have opened their doors to allow the fans to come inside. Even though bell time is 30 minutes away
the fans are already talking about some of the stars and matches they’ll see tonight. It’s REBEL Pro Wrestlings coming out party and it promises to be
one to remember. As the clock inches slowly towards bell time both the lovely ring announcer and play by play man emerge from behind a worn curtain to
make small talk with the fans around ringside. The ring announcer, Jenny Jersey is a beauty with a easy smile. Dressed in tight jeans and a baby doll tee
that reads “REBEL” she has the eyes of all of the men on her. Her partner in crime, Rob Martinez is not only the best play by play man on the east coast
but something of a minor celebrity.

It’s five till seven and Martinez and Jersey take their places inside the squared circle. The two hundred fans are ready to see the first ever Mayhem.

It’s seven o’ clock……

Do you know where your kids are?

ROB MARTINEZ: Raleigh North Carolina, are you ready for some wrestling?

The fans give him a definitive “yes!”

ROB MARTINEZ: In that case, Welcome to…REBEL Pro Wrestling!!!!

“Killing In The Name Of…” by Rage Against The Machine blasts through the speakers and the first Mayhem has officially started! Rob takes his spot at ringside
at a small wooden table as Jenny Jersey waves to the crowd and grins from ear to ear. The two camera men with their handheld cameras try to catch everything.
JENNY JERSEY: Our first match of the evening is a tag team match scheduled for one fall! Coming to the ring first, weighing in tonight at a combined 565
pounds, “The Scottish Wrecking Machine” Al Thoes and “The Irish Adonis” Bobby O’ Brady….The Celtic Assassins!!

“The Devil In The Kitchen” by Ashley MacIssac plays and the Celts emerge from the back to a mixed reaction. Most people don’t know them but seeing how they
ignore the fans along ringside they get a smattering of boos. Some fans familiar with NAPW know this team well…And boo them also.

JENNY JERSEY: And their opponents, weighing in at a combined 465 pounds they are the team of Dr. Tittylover and Mike “Assman” Trey!!

As the Celts watch on from inside the ring, “Flashlight” by The Parliament bumps the speakers for all they can handle.

The odd yet perfectly paired duo of Dr. Tittylover and “Assman” make their way out from behind the curtain to a shockingly nice pop. How can you not love
an insane pimp and a man who has a fascination with asses?

ROB MARTINEZ: Welcome everyone to “…In The Beginning” the first ever REBEL Pro Wrestling show! I’m Rob Martinez and this opening tag match promises to
be…Interesting. The Celtics are former NAPW Tag Team Champions and their opponents, well I think one look at them tells volumes.

The good doctor and the lover of asses step into the ring and look over at the Celtic Assassins who simply look bewildered at their competition.

ROB MARTINEZ: A quick rundown of the rules here in REBEL, obviously there are no DQ’s or count outs, but in tag team you don’t necessarily need to tag in
and out to be the legal man. In fact as long as your in your own corner or within an arms length of your partner he can come into the ring legally and
replace you. Who needs tag ropes anyway?

Jenny leaves the ring to a few wolf whistles from the men (including Tittylover) and the referee for this match calls for the bell!

It looks like Mike “Assman” Trey and “The Irish Adonis” Bobby O’ Brady are starting it off for their respective teams as they lock up in the center of the
ring with a collar and elbow. Brady easily powers Trey into a neutral corner and clubs him across the chest with a powerful forearm smash! A Northern Ireland
uppercut snaps Treys head back and “The Assman” looks to be in trouble early! Brady whips Trey across the ring into the far corner and follows him in with
a running clothesline that leaves “The Assman” sagging against the ring ropes. Brady raises his arms as a sign of victory but gets nothing but boos. Brady
pulls Trey out of the corner and shoots him into the ropes only to drop him head early allowing “The Assman” to hit a million dollar kneelift! Brady staggers
back and Mike Trey hooks the Celtic and snaps him to the mat with a suplex. Trey gets to his feet and looks to go tag in Tittylover only to tag a clothesline
to the back of the head by Thoes! Brady rolls out of the ring as “The Scottish Wrecking Machine” lands several stiff kicks to the head and shoulder area
of Mike “Assman” Trey.

ROB MARTINEZ: The Celtics are in complete control of this match thus far! Mike Trey has had trouble even getting started during this encounter! Strangely
enough three of these four men are from overseas. Only Dr. Tittylover is an American, although it’s not sure what planet he’s from.

Thoes pulls Trey to his feet, shoots him into the ropes and nails a brutal powerslam. Amazingly Thoes kicks out at two! Thoes mounts Trey and lays into
him with vicious forearm shots to the face that make some fans wince. The referee simply watches on and so does Trey’s own partner, Dr. Tittylover. In
fact Dr. Tittylover seems to be chatting it up with some woman along ringside. Thoes drags Trey to his feet and shoves him into the Celtics corner. Brady
comes in they send Trey crashing to the mat with a double DDT! The fans start stomping their feet and chanting “Ass! Ass! Ass!” Only in REBEL. Brady whips
Trey into the ropes and sends him into the lights with a high backdrop. He goes in for the pin and again Trey manages to roll a shoulder at the count of
two! Brady, with a smug look on his face, pulls Trey to his feet but takes a rake to the face! A knee to the gut doubles over Brady and a swinging neckbreaker
puts down the Celtic Assassin! Trey rolls to his corner and yells for Dr. Tittylover to “get his ass in the ring” and the mad doctor happily complies!
ROB MARTINEZ: Tittylover is legal! Jesus did I actually say that? Anyway this could be the break that Mike Trey and Tittylover need!

Dr. Tittylover leaps over the top rope and does a little strut for the fans! Bootzilla to the face of Brady! Thoes rushes in and runs straight into an inverted
atomic drop! Dr. Tittylover quickly goes to his corner, scales his way to the top and takes to the air hitting a double flying pimp on the Celts! The fans
are going crazy as Tittylover gets to his feet and breaks out the robot dance! Thoes gets to his feet and takes a clothesline that sends him over the top
rope down to the floor. Brady is also back to his feet but gets scooped up and slammed back to the mat. Tittylover hits a pelvic thrust and then goes to
the ropes and drops the “Pimp Hand” (modified five knuckle shuffle) across the skull of Brady! A pin attempt gets Tittylover a count of two and the Mad
Doctor…Rolls out of the ring to catch a breather?

ROB MARTINEZ: What the? Tittylover had some serious momentum going but it seems he needs to catch his breath. Remember kids, drugs are bad for you no matter
what the rappers say!

Brady is back to his feet and spots Titty on the outside. However instead of going for the Doctor he grabs Try and hip tosses him from the ring apron into
the ring! On the outside Tittylover has found a fan. A large white woman. He chats her up as Trey is getting his ass (no pun) kicked! Inside the ring Brady
whips Trey into the ropes and drops him with a back elbow to the face! Brady actually tags in Thoes and the two men pull Trey to his feet only so that
they can execute a double suplex on the man. On the outside Dr. Tittylover has climbed over the guardrail and is leading his large sweaty fan out of the
arena!

ROB MARTINEZ: Dr. Tittylover is leaving this match! Not only has he left Mike Trey on his own but he’s leaving with a woman the size of a polar bear! REBEL
management won’t be happy with this little escapade!

Back inside the ring the Celtics are picking their shots on Trey. Thoes hits a powerful looking short arm clothesline that drops Trey like a sack of potatoes.
Thoes tags out and Brady drops to the mat so that he can drives several brutal looking knee strikes into the head of Mike Trey! The referee is yelling
at the Celts to finish the poor bastard off and they seem to agree. Thoes enters the ring and with his partner they hit the gruesome looking Celtic Crusher!
The move however gets an appreciative “Ohhhhhhh!” from the crowd. The slaps of the mat later and the Celtic Assassins have won the first match on the first
ever REBEL card!

JENNY JERSEY: Your winners by pinfall, The Celtic Assassins!!

The crowd actually give the Celts a nice ovation as they leave the ring victorious.

ROB MARTINEZ: With that win, the Celtics move into next week’s match to determine the new REBEL Tag Team Champions. You have to wonder though if the story
would have been the same if Dr. Tittylover hadn’t left his partner in favor of some ringside fan.

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

“Stay in Shadow” by Finger Eleven filters into the auditorium. Cataclysm steps out from behind the curtain, shrouded in mystery. Flanked on his right side
by his manager Alexander Mortimer, he makes his way to the ring. He removes his robe, revealing his thick musculature.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first; from Parts Unknown, weighing in at two hundred and forty-five pounds, CAAAATACLYYYYSSSSSMMM!!!

“Harvester of Sorrow.” And the boos reign down. I guess word travels fast on the indie circuit. From the shadows steps the “new” Brian Bruno. Decked in
black. Ripped to shreds. With a kick ass new beard. He walks to the ring with a purpose, eyes wild. Intent to injure? You bet your ass.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent, from Chicago, Illinois; he weighed in today at two hundred and eighty-seven pounds! BRIAAAAAAAAANN BRUUUUUUUUNNNNOOOOOOO!
ROB MARTINEZ: Welcome back folks, this next one should be a doozy. Here you have a big, nasty powerhouse in Brian Bruno against a quick, elusive striker
with legs strong enough to kick the ears off a mule. That’s just the contrast in styles that you get in REBEL that you can not find anywhere else, yes
sir it is ‘Grade-A’ wrestling at it’s finest! And this one is on! Bruno jumped the gun on Cataclysm and totally blindsided him with some heavy-handed rights!
Bruno pounds away on the “Blue Ruin” and backs him into the corner. Quick irish whip follows and Bruno follows in with a biiig splash in the opposite turnbuckle.
Someone in the front row wearing a Kryenik shirt stands up and shouts a few choice words at Bruno, and gets only a animalistic grunt in response. Bruno
goes for another irish whip, but it’s countered on him and catches a stiff kick right in the chest! THWAK! THWAK! Two more follow, and Cataclysm quickly
spins around and scores with a Back Kick – Bruno’s teetering! Front thrust kick backs him into the ropes, and he slips up and gets caught by the arms in
the ropes! Cataclysm measures him up fo a monster superkick – but he MISSES as Bruno slides out and grabs him from behind! Release German suplex throw,
Cataclysm’s head and neck bounce off the mat with a thud. Another primal scream from Bruno as he grabs the ropes and nearly yanks the top rope off the
turnbuckle!

ROB MARTINEZ: He’s fired up, my goodness!

Bruno picks Cataclysm up and POUNDS HIS SKULL in with a haymaker. Several more punches back him into a corner, where Bruno proceeds to start choking the
life out of the martial arts master – big mistake. Cataclysm expertly escapes the brutish hold and delivers a knee to Bruno’s back before low-bridging
him and sending him out over the top rope! Nice pop from the fans, they just want to see someone kick Bruno’s ass! Cataclysm rolls out of the ring and
kicks a rising Bruno square in the chops! Spit flies from his mouth, along with possibly some teeth – but Bruno smiles at his opponent. “Gimme another!”
ROB MARTINEZ: Is this man insane?

The crowd’s cheering even louder now, begging Cataclysm to kick Bruno once more! Bruno’s yelling at the top of his lungs, “HIT ME! HIT ME YOU P***Y!” That’s
all Cataclysm needed to hear! THWAK!

ROB MARTINEZ: HOLY GUACOMOLE! Bruno’s jaw damn near just dropped in my lap!

But Bruno did NOT go down! He just laughs and beckons Cataclysm to hit him once more! This is sick – CATACLYSM WITH A BUZZSAW! Ducked by Bruno! Single leg
takedown, and Bruno’s all over him at ringside! Punches, elbows, forearms, everything he can throw at the man – Bruno’s trying to beat the life out of
him! It’s all Cataclysm can do to cover up! And then Mortimer makes the huge mistake of hitting Bruno from behind. He immediately stops his assault and
turns around face the manager. Mortimer tries to beg off, but it’s no use.

ROB MARTINEZ: Should’ve minded his own business…

GOOZLE! LARIAT! ANIMAL’S FURY! And Bruno turns right around into SUUUUPERRRRRRRRKICK! Lights out baby! Or perhaps not! Bruno gets up, this is pure insanity!
The crowd can’t believe it, Martinez can;t believe it; but most of all, Cataclysm can’t believe it for one second. Bruno looks into his eyes; Cataclysm
looks back. The ROAR of Bruno! Front kick from Cataclysm! That would crush a normal man’s chest! But Brian Bruno is no normal man. BELL CLAP from Bruno
– SITOUT POWER BOMB! OH MY GOD! Right on the concrete, Cataclysm was just flattened like a pancake. Bruno jumps to his feet and tries to rip the guardrail
to pieces.

ROB MARTINEZ: Did he forget he has a match? What’s on earth is he doing?

Bruno gives up on his destruction, and picks up Cataclysm who fires a desperate palm strike to the face, staggering Bruno and pinning him against the nearly-destroyed
railing – spin kick wipes Bruno out right over and into the crowd, to a huge reaction! Cataclysm now goes to the ring apron, what’s he doing here? Bruno
gets up and moves to climb back over – HOLY SHIT! Senton from the apron nearly crushes Bruno over the rail, and both men tumble over into the humanoids
writing in pain. Cataclysm slowly works his way to his feet – and Bruno gets up right behind him. Stiff front kicks pepper Bruno’s side and legs, but he
blocks one and hits a crushing haymaker that knocks Cataclysm over the first row of folding chairs. Bruno picks one up and tosses it over his head, yelling
like a madman, and then sends a few more crashing behind him as he thrashes about!

ROB MARTINEZ: He’s unpredicable out there, folks! You never know what he’ll do next!

Cataclysm has an idea – he fights off the Animal with a stiff chop, using those awesome reflexes to his advantage. But it’s Bruno who head butts him with
authority before picking up a chair – WHOA NELLIE! Van Daminator-like spin kick sends Bruno back over the rail and onto the concrete. Cataclysm quickly
follows over and slides back into the ring, noticing the folding chair thrown into it by Bruno. As Bruno gets up, he leaps off the chair with a flying
kick ala Liu Kang – Bruno’s LARIAT catches him square in the chest, almost crushing him!

ROB MARTINEZ: Big mistake there folks, Bruno with a devastating counter hook-armed lariat that could spell the end of this one.

Bruno stands behind Cataclysm as he struggles to get up….the Blue Ruin is on his feet…Bruno flies off the ropes SACK EXCHANGE! Cataclysm does a little
flip as the impact nearly knocks him the next town over! What awesome power! But it’s Cataclysm showing some great resilency as he gets up on spaghetti
legs. Bruno wants to finish this – but a desperation roundhouse kick finds the mark! Bruno wobbles back, and then…

ROB MARTINEZ: Uh-oh.

BLIND RAGE! Bruno flexes his massive physique and charges like a bull! All the kicks Cataclysm can throw have no effect, they just bounce hamrlessly off
of Bruno’s body. RIGHT HAND! LEFT! LEFT! FOREARM SHOT! ANOTHER! AND A BIIIIIG AXE HANDLE SMASH TO THE FOREHEAD! Cataclysm would have fallen to the mat
if he weren’t scooped up by Bruno – SPINEBUSTERRRRRRRRRRR THROUGH THE OPENED CHAIR! The crowd gasps, and Bruno leaps to his feet and begins to pound his
chest! The cover is academic, three slaps of the mat later and Bruno has his ticket punched to next week’s title match.

JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner, BRRIIIIAAAAAN BRRRRRRUUUUUUNNOOOOOO!

ROB MARTINEZ: What an impressive REBEL debut, for both men! That spinebuster would’ve made Arn Anderson himself shudder, it’s amazing how high up he can
lift his opponent and still hit with such a huge impact. Cataclysm fought valiantly, and impressed the hell outta me and these fans, but it’s the savage
Brian Bruno who takes the duke in his first match here in REBEL Pro Wrestling!

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“When the Lights Go Out” by The Black Keys begins to blare over the speaker system of the Raleigh County Armory Civic Center. From out behind the curtain
walks John Salty. The fans in North Carolina do not give him the regular booing that he receives in Canada, a pleasant surprise for wrestlingÕs smartest
man. John motions to the curtain; enter the “LDK” Lloyd Rees. Lloyd has the NAPW Provincial Championship around his waist and on either shoulder, the NAPW
Television Championship and the Republic of Newfoundland Championship. Glowing a golden glow, the duo makes their way to the REBEL Pro ring for the first
time. Lloyd slides into the ring and hits the corner while John Salty grabs the microphone from ring announcer Jenny Jersey and follows suit. As the music
comes to an end, John Salty begins.

J. SALTY: Ladies and gentlemen lucky enough t’be in da audience t’night do I have a treat fer ya, stand’n next t’me is a man d’hat, fer fourteen months,
has been tear’n da indie wrasslin’ scene a new arsehole. Some of ye more intelligent might have hear of him. HeÕs know da world over…

Salty lowers his voice and turns to Lloyd.

J. SALTY: Doesn’t mean d’ese idiots have any idea what I’m talk’n about…

Lloyd smiles that familiar evil smile.

J. SALTY: Dis man has been hand picked t’lead REBEL Pro in its quest t’become da top promotion in da east, he is a former NAPW Television Champion, a former
two-time NAPW Champion, a four-time and current NAPW Provincial Champion. A lot of people know him as “Da East Coast Sensation,” da TECHNICAL TERROR, but
ye can refer t’him as da “LDK.” Fans of REBEL Pro, put yer hands t’gether fer da one and da only…LLOYD REES!!

The crowd, unsure how to react, gives a mixed reaction. John Salty hands off the microphone to Rees who immediately blesses us with the sound of his voice.
“LDK” LLOYD REES: Now see’n as how I somehow got left off da card fer dis evening’s events, I figured I come out here and give da REBEL Pro faithful a little
taste of what is t’come here as dis new promotion gets off it’s feet and also t’make yer tickets worth da money ya paided fer d’hem. As I just mentioned,
I was mistakenly left off da card fer da inaugural REBEL show fer reasons unknown, but I can assure you all d’hat next week da “LDK” will be in action.
So, fer now ya can just sit back and enjoy me words of knowledge.

The crowd may not know about Rees but, he sure is making an impression.

“LDK” LLOYD REES: It has also been brought t’me attention d’hat, not only will da “LDK” be in action next week, but d’here will be a special presentation.
Ya see, da upper management of REBEL Pro understands how important Lloyd Rees is to its success and have, collectively, made a decision t’benefit everyone
involved. So next week, not only will ya see da “LDK” kick some Larry’s ass in his REBEL in-ring debut but, ya will get t’see da crown’n of da first REBEL
Pro Carolinas Champion!! D’hat’s right folks!! REBEL Pro is d’n da right ting and hand’n me da Carolinas Championship!! So, yer not only look’n at former
NAPW Television Champion, a former two-time NAPW Champion, a four-time and current NAPW Provincial Champion but, yer also get’n a sneak peak of YER first
REBEL Pro Carolinas Champion!!

Salty leans into the microphone.

J. SALTY: Isn’t d’hat excite’n folks?!

The crowd, unsure before of how they felt about the NAPW Provincial Champion, boos him in response to his obvious lie.

“LDK” LLOYD REES: WHAT?! How can ye fools boo me?! Don’t ye people understand what yer get’n in da “LDK”?! With me as yer Carolinas Champion, you’ll have
a champion d’hat ya can rely on, a champion d’hat will defend what it stands fer, and a Champion…D’hat has more gold d’han ya can shake a stick at!!
The crowd boos louder.

“LDK” LLOYD REES: Boo all ya want Larries!! D’here is nothing d’hat can be done!! What da “LDK” says is da gospel truth and we all know how much ye all
like gospel down here. Salty, I’ve had enough of dis stink!! Let’s get outta here!

Lloyd hands John Salty the microphone.

J. SALTY: REBEL, we’re in fer a ramp’n and a root’n good time!!

The Newfie duo makes their way up the ramp and behind the curtain to the familiar sound of booing.

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JENNY JERSEY: The following match is set for one fall to a finish… the referee in charge is Jimmy Johnson! The winner of this match will go on next week
and wrestle for the REBEL Tag Team Championship!

“The New Foundation” blares throughout the arena… and out comes Thomas Young, then Prince Darko, followed by Mr. B. The crowd boos them, with some cheers
mixed in. The Raleigh crowd is just totally hot for action, no matter who comes out. The trio immediately let the crowd know that they don’t like them.
The mixed in cheers turn to all boos.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing the first team: 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: These guys in NAPW… pushed the ENN Tag Team of the Year to the limit on several occasions. They never could get that big win though. They
have taken the opportunity to start up fresh in REBEL. Prince Darko is a one time NAPW Television Champion, and Thomas Young is a man with tons of potential…
he just needs to tap into it more. This is a very formidable tag team with a bright future.

Limp Bizkit hits the arena speakers, with “My Generation.” Lyndsey Valentine brings out Chad Kurtis and his brother Matthew. They get a nice ovation, maybe
it’s the hot girl… maybe it’s not. They make their way to the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: And the opponents: Accompanied by Lyndsey Valentine! They weigh in at a combined five-hundred forty five pounds. “The Show” Chad Kurtis…
“The Angry American” Matthew Kurtis… THEY ARE THE BLUE! GRASS! MAFIA!

ROB MARTINEZ: Chad Kurtis is a one time NAPW Television Champion as well. He was part of the match when Prince Darko won the title. His partner is the largest
man in the match, out weighing his opponents by seventy, and eighty eight pounds. These two men are going to bring some good competition to REBEL, but
they are not exclusive like the Foundation, so we could see them with both NAPW gold and REBEL gold at some point. The intangibles are the managers. You
never know when someone might get involved.

DING… DING!

The smaller Kurtis, Chad, will start first for his team. Prince and Thomas play rock, paper, scissors… and Prince wins with scissors over paper. Prince
Darko will start first for The Foundation. Prince and Chad circle each other. They lock up and Chad uses his height advantage to push the slightly smaller
Prince to the neutral corner. Chad releases the hold, instinctively… cause we don’t break holds here in REBEL! Chad lets Prince out of the corner only
to receive five across the eye. Prince then dropkicks the stunned Kurtis, and quickly applies the ZUMUNDA CHOKE! In comes Matthew Kurtis, to kick the hell
out of the head of the Prince. Here comes Thomas Young. He runs at Matthew and BAM!

A SUPER SCINTILLATING SPINNING SIDE SLAM BY MATTHEW KURTIS!

Thomas Young is out, but gets picked up. Prince Darko nails Matthew Kurtis from behind. Jimmy Johnson is losing control of this match, and everyone is loving
it. Matthew shakes it off and picks up Darko for a military press. He presses him up Once, Twice! THREE TIMES! He sees Mr. B and tosses Darko over the
top. Darko lands on Mr. B! Matthew follows him outside. Thomas Young gets up, as does Chad Kurtis. Thomas is verbally abusing Lyndsey, who hasn’t done
anything. Chad spots him and runs at him. Thomas moves last second, catches him from behind off the ropes with the YOUNG CUTTER! Matthew throws Darko into
the ring. He returns to his corner. Young gets to his corner as well. Darko isn’t moving at all. Neither is Chad. The two men are laying motionless in
the ring, and are the legal men. Lyndsey gets the crowd chanting:

SHOW! SHOW! SHOW!

He stirs a bit. Darko is moving a tad. Now in REBEL tags aren’t necessary, but the teams have to be in a certain distance from their corner. Darko is closer
to his, and Jimmy gives the OK for Young to get in if he wants. He does, and stops Chad from getting to his. He pulls him to the Foundation side. Mr. B
is dusting himself and seems a bit worse for wear. Chad gets placed into a modified single legged crab, shades of Lance Storm. Thomas Young wrenches hard
on it. Mr. B spots an incoming Matthew and runs to hook his foot. He trips the big man. Here comes Lyndsey and she is pissed! She low blows Mr. B from
behind, and that guy will be swinging single tonight! She hooks him for a Tornado DDT using the ring as a springboard! TORNADO DDT ON THE FLOOR! Mr. B
is out! But she looks to be hurt too. Matthew looks at her, and shes says “I’m FINE! KICK SOME ASS! Darko tells Thomas to switch out, and they tag. Thomas
comes back in quickly as Matthew storms in. He nails Thomas with a Bluegrass Mafia Kick! Darko gets grabbed up and planted with a spine buster, followed
up with a clothesline from Chad! Bluegrass Mafia have cleared the ring!

Darko looks at Young, who looks at him. Young gets in his corner. Matthew gets in his, only to switch out to become the legal man. Chad takes his spot,
for a much needed rest. Darko sizes up his bigger adversary, and quickly goes downstairs with a drop kick. Matthew drops to one knee. Darko with a double
mule kick to the head of Matthew Kurtis, and the Angry American is down. Darko looks relieved and tags in Thomas Young. He is calling for his finisher,
the Hollywood Death lock. The long legs of Matthew makes the task tough. He kicks Thomas off, and Young falls to the mat. Matthew gets up, and tags in
his brother. Chad and Thomas circle each other. They lock up and Chad sends Thomas to the ropes, and off the rebound a picture perfect FRANKENSTEINER BY
THE SHOW! The cover

One…

Two…

Darko breaks up the count. He returns to his corner. Thomas gets picked up and ONE GERMAN SUPLEX… TWO GERMAN SUPLEXES… CAN HE HIT A THIRD?! NO!

Darko comes in and breaks it up. He turns Chad around and nails him with THE EFFECT! He leaves the ring, as Thomas pins him.

One…

Two…

KICK OUT!

Thomas looks frustrated as Matthew is salivating to get in. Thomas tags in Darko and they set up Chad for the full nelson, big boot combo known as GAME
OVER! The boot hits, but it’s Chad kicking at the charging Darko. He drops down driving his head into the jaw of Thomas Young. Young rolls to the outside.
Chad goes to the corner, and he tags in Matthew Kurtis. Darko isn’t aware. Matthew Kurtis with a CLOTHESLINE FROM KENTUCKY! He covers Darko:

One..

Two…

Thre- No! A foot on the rope stops the count. Not many rules here, but you do have to pin them in the ring, and not in the ropes! Thomas is back in his
corner. Matthew picks up Darko and it’s time for the Bluegrass Bomb. Darko is up for the ride… but slips out! He clips the knee of Matthew from behind.
He tags in Thomas Young!

The two try and set up Matthew for the Good Night finisher. Chad stops it and begins wailing on Darko. Matthew throws Thomas into the ropes and follows
with a boot. Thomas goes over. Matthew goes after him. Chad and Darko are going shot for shot in the ring. Chad gets the advantage and backs up, sets up,
A STUNNING SUPER KICK FLOORS DARKO! Darko is bleeding from the mouth. Jimmy Johnson looks around waiting to do his duty. Matthew gets nailed with a cheap
shot to the nads. Thomas then crawls back in. Matthew is trying to shake it, but no matter how big you are that’s going to hurt awhile. Chad is getting
Darko up. Matthew is in the ring, getting met with several punches from Young. Darko shoves Chad down. He covertly tells Young to do something. Young shoots
at Matthew’s legs. Matthew bends over a bit. Darko does A MODIFIED OVER AND OUT ON THE HUGE MATTHEW KURTIS. THAT JUST HAPPENED! Thomas

Young looks on in
amazement. Darko celebrates and turns into a kick to the stomach… it’s THE CK FINALE! Thomas crawls on top of Matthew. Chad covers Darko.

One…

Two…

THREE!

The crowd is going crazy! WHAT A MATCH! Chad Kurtis is celebrating with Lyndsey who has made it to her feet. Mr. B is getting in the ring with a smile on
his face. He helps up Darko who is out cold.

JENNY JERSEY: The winners of the match by pinfall…

THE FOUNDATION!

ROB MARTINEZ: Well, “The Show” isn’t happy about that one… quite a controversial finish here, but Thomas Young and Matthew Kurtis were the legal men.
Chad Kurtis went with his instinct, cause after he hits the CK Finale… he pins them for the win. An awesome match from both teams, but tonight The Foundation
are the winners.

Mr. B goes over to Thomas, who was on top of his game, and knew that Darko getting pinned didn’t matter. They did there best, but tonight Thomas Young and
Prince Darko are the winners. The crowd aren’t too thrilled with the decision, they were hot for Bluegrass Mafia and Lyndsey Valentine. Mr. B (holding
his groin still), the bloody Darko and Thomas Young head up the aisle in victory as The Foundation stand in the ring.

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“Take me down to the Paradise City
Where the grass is green and the girls are pretty!
Oh won’t you please take me home!”

The distinctive, there-can-only-be-one caterwauling of AXL F’N ROSE blasts out through the hall, and the few hundred fans start flicking their bics. Stepping
through the curtain looking like he just walked off the street is Warren!

JENNY JERSEY: The next match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first from outside of your local Circle “K”… weighing 187 pounds, he is Warren!

Warren goes around ringside, singing along to his own theme music. He gets in the ring right when Slash cuts the wicked solo and starts air-guitaring like
a maniac. The crowd gets into it… but the fun doesn’t last forever. Nine Inch Nails. “The Wretched.” Things get ominous.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent accompanied to the ring by his handlers Ringmaster Iago and Miranda, weighing in at 350 lbs, he is Caliban!

First comes Iago, the sinister circus barker himself. Then comes out Miranda, wielding a bull-whip. A few catcalls are heard, to which she angrily cracks
her whip. Call me Ms Jackson, nasty. And then… the hulking beast of Caliban steps through the curtain. Miranda makes him stare here in the eyes, seemingly
able to communicate with the man-beast in a way nobody else can. Iago cackles madly and instructs her to bring Caliban. She leads the monster to the ring.
Caliban shakes his many gnatty dreadlocks, eyeing the crowd through the eyeholes of his skull mask. The crowd isn’t entirely sure how to react, they are
certainly in awe of this man.

ROB MARTINEZ: And we have a classic David vs Goliath match-up here, this young kid Warren giving up over one-hundred and fifty pounds to Caliban, a man
so out-of-control since he was last seen on the wrestling circuits that he now has two handlers. But there’s the bell, and this contest is underway, let’s
see what young Warren can do to this behemoth.

The referee for the match is Jimmy Johnson, and he wants a clean match-up. As clean as it gets here in REBEL Pro Wrestling, there are no disqualifications
and no count-outs, this match goes until there is a winner! Warren doesn’t seem sure how to start with Caliban, who is standing and waiting, like a snapping
turtle waiting for a fish to swim by for devouring. Warren looks out at the crowd, then runs at Caliban, throwing everything he’s got at the big man! Right
hands, a few lefts, Warren wearing himself out on Caliban…

Oh my goodness, Caliban’s barely fazed. He yells in the face of Warren with an almighty roar a split-second before tearing this young man’s head off with
a lariat! Oh my God, Warren goes down in a heap. He somehow gets to his feet, and then the monster raises him over his head for a gorilla press drop! He’s
holding up there, Warren shaking his head no — OH MY GOODNESS! WARREN THROWN OVER THE TOP ROPE AND INTO THE CROWD! UNBELIEVABLE! THIS IS JUST LIKE AT
NAPW SOLE SURVIVOR II, and Warren … was caught by the crowd! And what’s this? Somebody in the back once again fired up “Paradise City,” Warren is being
crowd-surfed around the ring!

Ringmaster Iago doesn’t like that, I don’t think, he’s yelling for the referee to do something, but there are no count-outs. Iago snarls and smacks his
cane on the ring apron, yelling for Caliban to go. The big man comes outside of the ring and fans scatter as he climbs over the guard rail. They don’t
want to get in the way of the man. Warren is high-fiving some of the REBEL Pro fans. He turns around with a big grin on his face, shouting out the lyrics
to the song — and the smile melts off his face as he sees Caliban bearing down on him. Warren picks up a steel chair and swings, but too late as Caliban
literally punches the steel chair back at Warren! The kid staggers to his feet, and before he knows it Caliban picks him up and suplexes him back onto
the concrete! Warren is in pain, but he doesn’t get a break as Iago and Miranda instruct Caliban to do some more damage. Caliban roughly hauls Warren up
by the collar and literally drags Warren across the ground back to the guardrail. It is there that Caliban picks up his man, once again into a Gorilla
Press — only this time Caliban throws Warren back INTO the ring through the ropes! The strength of this monster, it must be as uncharted as his home
in the Amazon Basin.

Things are not looking too good for young Warren as Caliban receives some sinister encouragement from Iago on the outside before stepping back in. Warren
is trying to get to his feet, but before he gets anywhere, Caliban hoists him up for a DREADLOCK DROP. Oh my Goodness, the crowd wincing in sympathy there
as Warren nearly breaks in half. Caliban makes the first cover of the match, this is over, one, two, Three—- Wait a minute! Iago yelling for Caliban
to pull his man up? Caliban pulls Warren up before the three, and Iago is standing on the ring apron yelling for for Caliban to “DO YOUR WORST, CALIBAN!
SHOW HIM THE HEART OF DARKNESSSS!” Warren is out on his feet, what more can be done? Oh no! Caliban grabs him by the back of the head as Miranda and Iago
have… pulled a table out from under the ring and set it up outside! Oh no! Caliban lifts Warren up high THE HEART OF DARKNESS! Crash! The table explodes
into splinters as Warren is forcefully driven through it from almost twelve feet in the air, the crowd is chanting “HOLY SHIT” as they rightly should.
REBEL Pro is not falls count anywhere, however, so this match is not yet over. Any other fed would call the disqualification, but not REBEL PRO

WRESTLING!
Miranda and Iago bundle a decimated, bruised up Warren back into the ring. The crowd almost wants Warren to mount a comeback, but it’s not to be. Caliban
once again grabs the back of the head and it’s The Heart Of Darkness number two. Caliban leans down like a snake on his belly and pins Warren for the academic
three. Warren doesn’t even twitch.

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of the match, CALIBANNN!

ROB MARTINEZ: That wasn’t a match, that was a massacre. This kid Warren was in way over his head. You almost wonder if the six-men wrestling for a REBEL
Heavyweight title shot tonight should be thanking their lucky stars that this monster Caliban is not immediately in line for a Heavyweight title shot,
but if this kind of domination can be expected… well, what do you do against a monster like Caliban?

Miranda, again staring deep into Caliban’s eyes, seems to have soothed the savage beast, leading him to the back. Iago bends over Warren, waving the top
of the cane in Warren’s face. The referee yells Iago to get out of the ring and he starts checking on Warren. The crowd is pretty buzzed by the action
they just saw, some chanting “CAL-I-BAN.” Warren is helped up by the referee at last, one arm slung around the man’s shoulders to support him to the back.
ROB MARTINEZ: These REBEL fans giving Warren a round of applause for simply surviving that massacre. The kid’s got guts, but your winner tonight in definitive
fashion is Caliban!

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JENNY JERSEY: The next match is scheduled for one fall and it…

Sowing Season (Yeah) by Brand New hits the speakers and the braggart known as MackaBEE strides out from the back. He makes his way around ringside glaring
at the fans…Who mostly flip him off and call him unflattering names. He climbs into the ring and snatches the microphone away from a terrified looking
Jenny Jersey.

MackaBEE: Shut up! I’m sick of all you redneck trash trying to insult me with your limited intelligence. You should bow down to someone of my stature! You
damn cousin kissers!

This statement (however true it might be) doesn’t endear him to the already hostile crowd.

MackaBEE: Mr. Commentator, get your ass in here and do what you gotta do!

Rob Martinez slowly gets up from his seat and rolls into the ring. He eyes MackaBEE wearily as he holds out the microphone.

MackaBEE: Take it already! Don’t be afraid, it ain’t a girl you pansy!

Rob Martinez takes the microphone and watches as MackaBEE simply walks to the near corner and leans against the ropes.

ROB MARTINEZ: Unfortunately due to travel problems…”Sick” Bill Kryenik will not be able to make his REBEL debut tonight.

The fans give him a resounding chorus of boos.

ROB MARTINEZ: As a result…MackaBEE is awarded this match via forfeit and will go onto the triple threat match next week to determine the first REBEL Heavyweight
Champion!

The heat continues as the fans really hate hearing this bit of info. Rob starts to say something but MackaBEE comes out of the corner and snatches back
the microphone.

MackaBEEL: Travel problems my ass! He was scared! Yeah you cow tippers heard me right, “Sick” Billy was scared to face me! And why shouldn’t he be? If he
had shown up here I would have beaten him into humiliation! If you ask me, I knew he would pull a no show. Why? Because he works for NAPW that’s why! Everyone
up there are cowards! They would shit themselves if someone like me was on the NAPW roster!

Wait for it…

MackaBEE: NAPW is full of pussies!!

The fans looks ready to storm the ring. The pitiful security around ringside look worried.

MackaBEE: That’s right! You heard me, I said NAPW is full of….

The lights go black.

MackaBEE: Hey! What the Hell is this?

A few flashbulbs pop and the crowd murmurs.

MackaBEE: Turn on the lights! I demand you…

The lights return…

Standing in the ring behind MackaBEE is….

RAVAGER!!!!

The fans explode, they’ve seen the NAPW DVDS. They know that a bad mother F*cker is standing behind the blowhard MackaBEE.

MackaBEE: What? What are you….

He turns around and his eyes almost bulge as he spots Ravager, the NAPW CHAMPION. MackaBEE actually holds out his hands as if to say “I wasn’t talking about
you.” Ravager smirks…And nails MackaBEE with a big right hand! Another sends him reeling towards the ropes. One clothesline later and Ravager has sent
MackaBEE out of the ring and down to the floor! Ravager asks for and gets the microphone.

RAVAGER: Get your ass back in here and I’ll show you what kind of people wrestle for NAPW!

MackaBEE starts to go to the ring, then walks away smiling and pointing to his head. “No thanks” he says to the ringside fans.

As he starts to head to the back we hear….

“We Fall”

“We Fall”

Blast out of the speakers! “Superstar” Tommy Deathrow emerges not from the back but through the crowd and slides into the ring! He locks eyes with Ravager
and gives him a grin. Tommy holds out his hand and Ravager hands over the microphone.

TOMMY: Wait a f*ckin’ second! If ANYONE is getting into a fight it’s me! I wasn’t even booked tonight! So Ravager or Huckleberry…

MackaBEE screams his name at a possibly drunk Deathrow.

TOMMY: Let’s not talk about it…Let’s just DO IT!!

In a flash Tommy drops the microphone and tears into Ravager! The two men are exchanging blows in the middle of the ring whipping the crowd into a frenzy
as MackaBEE watches on in amuesment!

A figure comes up from behind MackaBEE and shoves him…”LDK” Lloyd Rees is back!! MackaBEE shoves back and we have another brawl on the outside! Security
and members of the North Carolina police department rush in and try their best to break up the four way battle!

ROB MARTINEZ: If you can hear me, all Hell has broken loose! If this doesn’t show you what can happen in REBEL…NOTHING CAN!!

The fights are broken up and the police and security usher the four to the back as the fans cheer their lungs out.

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The crowd is buzzing as Jenny Jersey takes center ring.

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall, with the winner going on to the three way Championship title match next week!
“I’m The Man Baby”

And the crowd is not at all pleased to see this man.

ROB MARTINEZ: North Carolina is being less than welcoming to the former five time NAPW tag team champion.

JENNY JERSEY: Making his way to the ring area, weighing in at two hundred and fifty seven pounds, Stylin’ Kyle Roberts!

Kyle ignores the boos of the fans as he takes the corner turnbuckle (though he does stop to give Jenny a nice leer. Pig…) Kyle taunts the crowd, but is
soon to be drowned out…

“More Human Than Human”

The roof? She is blown off by the fan response as Rex Caliber makes his entrance.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent, from Parts Unknown, North Carolina…

Rex is more than eager to make his in ring return, as he rushes Kyle and takes him down with a spear! Referee Dale McDonald calls for the bell as Rex lays
in with some punches. Kyle blocks a few shots, then rolls Rex onto his back, and goes for a headlock. The fans boo this, but Kyle just smirks and yells:
“This is what wrestling looks like, ya hicks!”

Rex shows some wrestling knowledge of his own, as he rolls Kyle into a pinning position! One…

Kyle kicks out, and then gets a double leg take down on Rex.

ROB MARTINEZ: Stylin’ Kyle trying to keep this match on the mat, and hopefully weaken Rex enough for the Beartamer.

Kyle tries to get a Boston crab, but Caliber pushes off. Roberts hits the ropes, and bounces back to receive an STO! Roberts hits the mat hard, and Rex
covers again! One… two.. Roberts kicks out again! And Rex has a smile on his face as he goes outside the ring looking for… a little plunder?

ROB MARTINEZ: And Rex Caliber is now going to take advantage of the, shall we say, relaxed rules of REBEL Pro?

Rex grabs a chair and slides back into the ring, and measures up a rising Roberts. Kyle turns as Rex swings and … Kyle ducks, slips behind Rex, and hits
him with a side Russian leg sweep. Roberts lets Rex and the fans know that he’s “Smarter than them”, then goes to get the chair. He picks it up, and it’s
his turn to measure Rex. Rex gets to his feet… Kyle rears back and…

drops the chair, boots Rex in the gut, and lifts him up for a Moose Jaw Driver! He covers! One… Two… Rex kicks out! Kyle is a bit perturbed, but realizes
what it’ll take to beat Rex. He picks Rex up, and slams him to the mat. Roberts to the ropes, and he NAILS the Lionsault! Another cover! One… Two…
Rex gets the shoulder up. … Okay, this time Roberts stops to yell at the ref. McDonald stands his ground, reminding Kyle that he counted to two. Roberts
sees fit to let the ref know that he’s an idiot, a redneck, a hick, and some other words that aren’t fit for family broadcast. Rex has taken the moment
to retrieve the chair that got dropped, and smack Kyle in the back with it! The fans pop huge, and Rex sets the chair up, and suplexes Kyle onto it! Rex
with the cover! One… two… Kyle Roberts barely kicks out. Rex raises an eyebrow, thinking that should have done it. But doesn’t argue. He sets the chair
up in the corner, drags Roberts to his feet and whips him… Roberts reverses the whip! Rex manages to stop before he connects, but turns around to get
a back breaker from Kyle! Kyle grabs the chair and tosses it out of the ring, then goes for a cover! One… two… Rex gets a shoulder up! Kyle goes to
the second rope, and as soon as Rex gets to his feet, HITS THE POLARIZER! Rex is down, and Kyle goes for the Beartamer!

ROB MARTINEZ: Stylin’ Kyle has put away many an opponent with this! Will it earn him a shot at the REBEL Pro title next week?

Rex is fighting the hold with all he has, and Kyle is fighting with all he has to lock the hold in. The fans cheer on the hometown hero, but Roberts finally
succeeds in getting the Beartamer locked in! Rex yells in pain! Kyle yells for him to tap! The fans yell for Rex not to tap! And referee McDonald is right
there to check for the submission. Rex makes the slow crawl to the ropes. He’s almost there… Rex reaches out… he’s mere inches away from the bottom
rope…

And he grabs it! McDonald calls for the break, but Kyle shakes his head no, reminding the ref about “No DQ”.

ROB MARTINEZ: Roberts trying to use the rules to his advantage here. Even if he does have to break the hold, the damage has been done!

Rex is pulling himself under the bottom rope, and Kyle is trying to pull him back. Rex is now half out of the ring, and Kyle is forced to let go. He tries
to pull Rex back in, but gets a boot to the jaw! Rex falls to the floor, Kyle is knocked on his ass, and the fans are on their feet! Rex is looking for
something under the ring, as Kyle goes over to drag him out… He has a hold of his leg, he’s pulling him out…

and Kyle gets hit with a blast from a fire extinguisher! Kyle waves his hands to clear spray out of his vision, only to see an angry Rex Caliber rush forward
with a clothesline! Kyle knocked to the floor, and the fans go wild! Rex drags Roberts back up, and whips him into the ring post! Kyle staggers back, and
is tossed back into the ring by Rex! Kyle tries to beg off, but gets a boot to the mouth! Rex drags Kyle to his feet, goes behind and RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX!
Kyle crumples up, and Rex goes for the cover! One… two…

And Roberts kicks out again! Rex is flustered now. He knees Roberts in the side of the head

THEN SLAPS ON THE RINGS OF REX!

ROB MARTINEZ: This is the move that won him his first NAPW title!

Kyle yells in pain, and Rex strains to get all the pressure possible on the hold! McDonald checks for the submission, and a “Please Tap” Chant has started
in the crowd. Kyle is close enough to the ropes to reach out though, and he gets a hold of them. But Rex refuses to let go, and the fans cheer, remembering
Roberts tactic from earlier. Roberts manages to get an arm free, and hip tosses Rex to the mat. Rex is quick to get back up, but Roberts drives a knee
into his temple, knocking him back down. Roberts looks like he’s ready to end this, and he goes to grab a chair from ringside. He turns to the crowd and
yells “You wanted this, you got it. Too bad you’re not going to like it.”

He sets the chair up center ring, and now he hauls Rex up and sets up for…

ROB MARTINEZ: Roberts is going to give Rex an Emerald Fusion on the chair! Never mind the match, if he hits this, Caliber’s CAREER will be over!

The fans scream in anticipation of the move. Roberts seems to be struggling a bit, as Rex is fighting the hold. Roberts wants to hit this move though…
but Rex has managed to get free! Roberts tries to get the hold reapplied…

Rex hits a drop toe hold! Roberts slams face first into the chair! And now Caliber drags Roberts to the ropes.. he’s only got one chance to get this right..
TOTAL ANNIHILATION!!

Rex hooks the leg as he covers, and McDonald is there to count the pin!

One

Two

THREEEE!!!

JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner! Reeeeeex Caliberrrrrrrr!

The fans explode for this news, and Rex raises his arm to salute the crowd. Roberts rolls out of the ring, holding his neck. He does not look happy, to
say the least…

ROB MARTINEZ: Rex Caliber gets the win, and now he will fight for the Rebel Pro title next week! But something tells me we haven’t seen the last of Stylin’
Kyle…

Indeed not. But the last image we see on the first Rebel show is Rex Caliber among the fans, as thye celebrate his win, and his homecoming…

02/06/2008
Highlights of the last few weeks are shown, as this voice over plays.

VOICE OVER: Winter by definition is the coldest season of the year. Bitter cold in some parts. Tonight isn’t that cold by temperature but the locker room
is freezing. The wrestlers look at each other, wanting what the champions have. The tension is building as no one wants to lose tonight. Officially winter
has been going strong for a month and a half, but really hasn’t shown it’s teeth.. But REBEL is colder than ever. Cold blooded wrestlers, willing to do
anything and everything to be the best. Tonight in seven matches, nearly twenty wrestlers will compete to prove to everyone they have what it takes, No
matter how cold hearted they must be to get the job done.

The closed circuit broadcast, being shown live through out the Adult Oriented Night Clubs, and live at the REBEL Arena, which sold three hundred tickets
to watch it on a huge screen. Those places are jacked but the fans of Asheville are off the chain! Rob Martinez and Rex Caliber stand in the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: Welcome REBEL fans! All over the Raleigh area and live in Asheville, it’s time once again for the Warriors of REBEL to do battle again.

REX CALIBER: The sold out crowd came to see some fights and boy do we got some. How about THE BEAST coming to kick Murcielago’s ass?

ROB MARTINEZ: We have two championships to decide tonight, as JJ Nickels takes on Mason Bishop. And the biggest underdogs in REBEL history take on NAPW
tag champs S.A.D.

REX CALIBER: Well, big underdogs is very true, but the Giants were as well, and they shocked the world. Maybe Malone and Warren can do it too.

ROB MARTINEZ: We also have Prince Darko back, taking on the returning Assman. Other matches on the show as well, but the main event will have the opportunity
to be an early match of the year candidate.

REX CALIBER: Indeed it might as the World Champ Kyle Roberts takes on Stone Zellor and Chad Kurtis in a triple threat match. With all this action you just
know the blood will be running cold as REBEL gets hit with a

ROB MARTINEZ: WIIINNNNTTEEER BLAST!

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JENNY JERSEY: Is everyone ready for the first match of the night?

Crowd goes crazy as a REBEL chant breaks out. These people are ready to go.

“I want everybody in this room to know… you still can’t WHOOP ME!”

And the boos rain in like Michael Vick just walked in to an Animal Shelter. Prince Darko, accompanied by the incomparable Ian Smith, walks to the ring unfazed
by the hate. He sees a sign that says “Assman Shall Whoop Thee.” Darko quickly snatches the sign, tears it in half, and proceeds to let the fan know what
he thinks. Darko tells him: “Assman couldn’t whoop my ass if he had the whole British Army helping him.” Darko continues on to the ring, and gets on the
mic, stealing it away from Jenny Jersey.

PRINCE DARKO: You one fine piece of ass, but you don’t get the pleasure of speaking my name… until the END of the match! Now everyone watching live in
Raleigh knows who the fuck I am. Everyone watching in the Garrett owned bars knows who the fuck I am. And everyone in Asheville will beat witness to just
who the fuck I am! I’m the former Ass-Whooper of the Year, presented to me by Whooping Ass Magazine. I’m a two time All Zamunda Ass Whooper at Zamunda
High. I’m Paula Abdul’s favorite wrestler. I’m the Shit Talking-Head Bashing-Match Winning-Assman Beating-Bubble Gum Chewing- Ring Shaking-Lady Spanking-Boot
Knocking-Show Stealing-Ticket Selling- YOU CAN’T WHOOP ME YELLING- Fighting Machine… PRINCE DOUBLE U DARKO!

Jenny snatches the mic back, and Darko gets in her face and lets her know that even she “CAN’T WHOOP ME.” Public Enemy begins to play as Darko, Ian and
the whole crowd is confused. But as we hear “Fight The Power”, we see Mike Trey, the heralded Assman, walk through the curtains. He is wearing a black
bandana, a Malcolm X T-Shirt, and some MC Hammer style parachute pants. He looks at the crowd, puts his closed fist in the air and power walks to the ring.
The crowd cheers wildly for the returning Assman.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent. He weighed in at two hundred thirty pounds. He is fighting out of Manchester, Britain. He is a former REBEL World Tag Champ.
He is THE ASSMAN… MIKE TREY!

The bell sounds at the command of Jimmy Johnson, as fans cheer, clearly in favor of the Assman. They stand eye to eye, and Assman looks super defiant as
he yells: “BLACK POWER”. Darko wastes little time smacking the snot out of Mike Trey and leaving him rather distraught. Assman quickly recovers and drop
kicks a charging Darko. Darko goes backwards and lands on the mat. He rolls to the outside, catches his breathe and tells Ian to: “Get something to hurt
this kid with.” A steel chair is his weapon of choice. Darko slides back in the ring, chair with him and Mike Trey steps on the chair. Darko looks up,
still on his knees and shakes his head like he done been caught. Darko moves away from the chair, and stands up. Mike Trey kicks the chair back outside.
A clang can be heard as the chair falls. Darko yells at Mike Trey that he can “whoop anybody with these”, then stares at his own hands. They lock up on
that note and Darko gets a knee to the midsection. Darko nails Assman in the head with a huge fist. And then another. And once again another.

REX CALIBER: Darko can whoop that man in several thousand ways. The problem for Darko is that sometimes, he just don’t know which method to use.

ROB MARTINEZ: He loves the brawling slash no disqualification part of REBEL, the reason he still keeps coming back. But Assman is one hundred percent healthy,
which might not be the case for Darko, who is wrestling his fifth straight week.

Assman looks dazed as Darko has him in the corner. Darko asks for the chair to be put in the ring, and Ian Smith does as told. Darko sees the chair behind
him and snatches Assman up for LAID OUT NUMBER TWO! Darko is probably smiling under his mask, as his body expression just exudes confidence. Darko covers
Assman, nonchalantly, and holds up his fingers count:

ONE!

TWO!

TWO AND TWO THIRDS!

Wait, Darko doesn’t have a finger that is only two thirds, and demands a recount. Jimmy Johnson doesn’t comply, and boom, we have Darko in the face of the
referee. Ian Smith tells him to not worry about it, and keep fighting. Assman takes the opportunity to look super pissed and NUT SHOT FROM BEHIND ON DARKO!
Assman must not like tasting steel chair in the face courtesy of the complete shot move. Assman mounts Darko, and heavy hands start landing on Darko’s
partially covered face. Assman gets up and does a little Wiggle for the fans, which looks hilarious since he is wearing Parachute pants. Darko is trying
to get up and Assman is waiting for him. RUSSIAN LEGSWEEP BY ASSMAN. Darko is down. The cover:

ONE!

NOT EVEN A TWO COUNT.

ROB MARTINEZ: Darko is showing that a quick victory will not be happening to night.

REX CALIBER: You can’t beat a world class Ass Whooper like Darko that quickly… ain’t gonna happen.

Assman smacks Darko in the face, with Darko answering back. The match is back and forth as Darko nails a RUNNING DDT on Assman. He makes a cover:

ONE

TWO

Foot on the rope that saves Assman’s, er.. well Ass! Darko looks like he is in Ass Whoop mode. Assman hasn’t a clue either. Assman picked up by the head.
Darko yells to the crowd that “NO ONE GETS UP FROM THE ZAMUNDA DRIVER! He kicks Assman in the bread basket, hooks him and.. Assman wiggles free. Darko
gets turned completely around and KICK TO THE STOMACH… ZAMUNDA DRIVER ON PRINCE DARK?! The cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THREEEEEE!

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of the match… ASSMAN! MIKE TREY!

ROB MARTINEZ: Well Prince W. Darko was right, NO ONE KICKS OUT OF IT!

REX CALIBER: Shut up, Rob! This is horrible!

Assman leaves quickly, as Darko lays on the mat, with Ian Smith trying to revive him. The fans are cheering and chanting: CAN’T WHOOOP ASSSSMAN! CAN’T WHOOOP
ASSSMAN!

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“My Old Kentucky Home” comes through the speakers and comes both BGM Two point O Teammates, plus their manager Mandy. Both men get booed, though Jonothan
Kurtis does look to be getting some of the girls to scream for him. He stops to talk to some of the girls, as Mat just stomps to the ring, not really caring
about the fans.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, at a combined weight of five hundred sixteen pounds, they are the team of Jonothan Kurtis and Matthew Kurtis… THE BLUEGRASS
MAFIA!

“Baila Cassanova” by Paulina Rubio begins to play and out comes El Rey de Corizones, and his lovely manager Montaña Rose. Also with him is the six foot
six native of Turkey Cross, Kentucky, Cuzin Zeke. The ladies go CRAZZZZY for El Rey and the fans in general cheer both men. El Rey is giving out roses
to the ladies out ringside, really making the women go into a frenzy. Cuzin Zeke just brought his slop bucket, filled to the brim. I doubt any of the ladies
will want any of that though.

JENNY JERSEY: And their opponents, as a combined weight of five hundred eight pounds… the team of EL REY DE CORIZONES AND CUZIN ZEKE!

Alan Stone is the referee and calls for the bell.

REX CALIBER: That is one hot chick. I’d love to go south of the border with her… if you know what I mean.

ROB MARTINEZ: I betcha she hears the line a thousand times a week.

REX CALIBER: Yes, but how many former REBEL champions say that?

The viagra in the water lyrics match is underway. Cuzin Zeke and Matthew Kurtis start out the match. Mandy and Montaña Rose both cheering for their charges. Matthew Kurtis goes over
and snatches up the slop bucket. He looks at Cuzin Zeke and threatens him with it. Kurtis pretends to throw it, and Zeke moves. Kurtis throws it the seconds
time, catching just a bit of Zeke. Zeke laughs at him, and Kurtis charges at

Zeke… BUT SLIPS IN THE SLOP! Kurtis lands oddly on his knee and seems to
be in severe pain. El Rey yells at Zeke… but Zeke no speak any Spanish! Zeke tags out, and El Rey quickly goes to work on the leg. Jonothan is in the
ring, and Zeke is too. Jonothan attempts a drop kick toward Zeke, but Zeke blocks it. He picks up Jonny boy and slams him down hard.

ROB MARTINEZ: I gotta believe that Matthew’s knee is at the very least hyper extended… maybe with some other damage as well.

REX CALIBER: El Rey is doing the smart thing too, and has him in a leg lock, taking full advantage.

Zeke backs Jonothan into the corner, as El Rey switches from the simple leg lock to the Standing one with an Arm trapped as well. Matthew Kurtis is in a
ton of pain, and it really is his own damn fault. Jonothan can’t get out of the corner, as Zeke is stomping a mud hole in him… PUN INTENDED! Now Zeke
is walking it dry. Kurtis goes to the outside, Zeke returning to his corner.

REX CALIBER: What’s up with the sportsmanship? Why aren’t they double teaming the big guy?

ROB MARTINEZ: They don’t need too. They wrestle a fair game, and it really is refreshing.

Now the Kurtis boys.. they don’t wrestle a fair game. Jonothan Kurtis up top.. DROP KICKS EL REY DOWN! Matthew Kurtis is pulled to the corner, in severe
pain. Mandy is telling him to leave ringside and go to the back, but he won’t go. He has a match to wrestle! Jonothan Kurtis is in the ring with El Rey
now, getting schooled on the finer arts of Lucha Libre. HEART KICK BY EL REY! Kurtis goes down in a heap, and El Rey grabs him, then tags in Zeke.

REX CALIBER: They don’t need to tag, what is this.. proper wrestling night!

ROB MARTINEZ: Why can’t Zeke and El Rey respect the tag team tradition?

Zeke gets Jonothan up.. PILE DRIVER! Zeke quickly covers him.

ONE!

TWO!

SHOULDER UP!

Zeke drags Kurtis to his corner and El Rey in the ring. El Rey grabs the wrist of Jonothan Kurtis… then proceeds to climbing the turnbuckle. He walks
the top rope and goes OLD SCHOOL ON JONOTHAN KURTIS.. landing a super elbow drop to the extended arm. El Rey with a Fujiwara armbar. Mandy gets up on the
ringside apron and gets the attention of one El Rey de Corizones. He gets up quickly, and tells her.. presumably to get off the ring. Well, she doesn’t
but this tirade does gain the attention of someone else: Montaña Rose! Rose grabs her legs dropping her off the ring apron, and busting her ass on the
floor. Rose mounts her.. which is pretty hot, and he have a…

ROB MARTINEZ: CAAATTT FIGGGHTT!

REX CALIBER: Damn man, this match just went from decent to match of the year!

El Rey goes and gets Rose off of Mandy. Zeke enters the ring, and leg drops the back of Jonothan’s head. Matthew is trying to get to his feet, using the
ropes. He tries putting weight on the leg and then sits back down in the corner. Zeke and El Rey tag, then El Rey gets Kurtis up. El Rey is hits a quick
knee to the stomach of Jonothan, and TANGO PASADO DEL AMOR! Zeke goes up top, for an exclamation point… MUDPUDDLE! El Rey puts weight on the back of
Zeke as the ref counts:

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

JENNY JERSEY: The winners of the match: EL REY DE CORIZONE AND CUZIN ZEKE!

The Kurtis boys are both hurt and Mandy is too. Montaña Rose leads her men back to the back as the crowd goes wild!

ROB MARTINEZ: I was super impressed with the team of Cuzin Zeke and El Rey… they have the look of future tag team champions!

REX CALIBER: I wouldn’t go that far, but it was a great win for them!

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JENNY JERSEY: The following contest viagra 2014 is one fall and is for the REBEL CAROLINA’S CHAMPIONSHIP!

”Theme to a Fake Revolution” by Powerman 5000 starts booming through the speakers and J.J. Nickels comes out from behind the curtain, Rebel championship
belt drape across his right shoulders. He gets showered with boos, and he is loving it, jawing with the crowd as he makes his way to the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: On his way to the ring, standing six feet eleven inches tall and weighing in at three hundred and forty-five pounds, and fighting out of Atlanta,
Georgia. He is the current reigning and defending REBEL CAROLINA’S CHAMPION, J.J. NICKELS!

Nickels climbs into the ring and hold up the Carolina belt as he continues jawing with the fans, before finally handing it over to referee, Alan Stone.
”Heathen Mothers” by Nata/Lee/Nasal replaces Nickel’s theme, but there is no sign of the challenger…

JENNY JERSEY: His opponent also wrestling out of Atlanta, Georgia… standing six foot even and weighing in at two hundred eleven pounds he is the challenger,
CHIVALRIC MASON BISHOP!

After a few seconds and his music stopping, we see what looks like Bishop being thrown through the curtain. He rolls a bit, then gets up. He is limping
badly, and turns toward the curtain. Someone has apparently attacked Bishop at the curtain entrance. J.J. Nickels goes to the outside and rushes Bishop,
nailing him from behind. J.J. follows it up, Irish Whipping Bishop into the side of the ring. J.J. tosses Bishop into the ring.

Stone calls for the bell, and Nickels is on the attack slinging the smaller Bishop off the ropes and catching him with a scoop slam. Nickels stays on the
offensive as he picks up Bishop for the CIVIL DISOBEDIENCE!. Nickels doesn’t seem to have any interest in going for an early pin as he continues his assault
on Bishop. Mercedes makes her way to ringside, looking very concerned.

ROB MARTINEZ: The champion seems to be on his game tonight to the disapproval of the fans and Mercedes Bellamont.

REX CALIBER: Yeah, Mercedes seems about ready to cry. Hasn’t anyone ever told her that there is no crying in wrestling?

Nickels stays on the attack, man handling the smaller opponent. J.J. slings Bishop off the ropes but is surprised as Bishop connects with a baseball slide
causing the big man to stumble, but not fall down. Bishop attempts to take advantage of this window of opportunity and attacks Nickels with a combo of
karate strikes, but Nickels seemingly just shrugs the attack off. J.J. picks Bishop up in the air and delivering a HUGE power slam.

ROB MARTINEZ: You have to wonder how much more Bishop can take, especially after being jumped backstage.

REX CALIBER: I am sure that slowed him down some, but did he really think he could stop Nickels? I mean David only defeated Goliath with help from up above.
ROB MARTINEZ: I just think the match would be a lot more competitive if Bishop wasn’t hurt.

REX CALIBER: Nobody cares what you think, so let’s get back to the action.

Bishop seems to have just a little left as he knocks the champ down with a truth kick. Bishop attempts to stay on the offensive with KO-911. Bishop goes
for the quick cover.

One

Two

No, Nickels just toss him off like a bag of potatoes. Both men to their feet. Nickels back on the attack with a clotheslines that bounces Bishop’s head
off the mat. Nickels climbs the ropes, apparently going for his W.B.M.

ROB MARTINEZ: If he lands this it could be all she wrote for Bishop. Few men Nickels size could pull off a move like this.

REX CALIBER: I think J.J. has got him right where he wants him. He is having to much fun to end it now, I project we will see Double Nickels or Final Solution.
Nickels picks his opponent back him and places him into the Final Solution. Stone checks to see if Bishop wants to submit, but the answer is no. Nickels
just gets an evil grin on his face as he sets Bishop up for Double Nickels on a Dime. Nickels goes for the cover…

One

Two

Three!

JENNY JERSEY: And here is your winner, and STILL REBEL CAROLINA’S CHAMPION: J.J. NICKELS!

Nickels is once again showered with boos as he snatches his belt away from Alan Stone, and continues to jaw with the crowd.

ROB MARTINEZ: Bishop didn’t seem to have a chance in this match, especially after getting jumped backstage. The question is who and why?

REX CALIBER: Those are answers we may never know, but one thing for sure Nickels once again put on one hell of a display of his abilities.

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***CLOSED CIRCUIT AND DVD EXCLUSIVE***

Backstage at Winter Blast we catch up with “Black Mamba” Michael Davidson and “Kid Dynamite” Brent Taylor. That’s Impact Inc to you. Neither man looks happy.
In fact they both look downright pissed off.

DAVIDSON: So here we are, backstage at a show we damn sure we should be part of. But it’s cool, cause one way or another we’ll make sure that we’ll never
be left off a show again. We didn’t come to REBEL to stand in the back and watch others take what we want. Hey Brent, tell these Mutha Fuckers what we
want.

TAYLOR: Simple. We want the tag team titles. Warren and Malone?

DAVIDSON: Two weak ass little bitches who were basically handed the belts.

TAYLOR: SAD…..

DAVIDSON: The so called toughest team in either NAPW or REBEL.

TAYLOR: We don’t care who wins the titles tonight, just know that we’ll be nipping at your heels for a shot.

DAVIDSON: Fuck that! We gonna Fuck some people up until they GIVE us our shot! Hell, we might even go out there and stick our noses where they don’t belong.
We ain’t gonna sit and wait for someone to find the time to give us a title shot. We’re gonna give them a reason. If we gotta run in during a match and
Fuck up someone’s night we’ll do it. If we gotta jump some bitches in the parking lot we’ll do it.

TAYLOR: Basically, give us what we want and no one has to get hurt.

Davidson smiles and peers into the camera.

DAVIDSON: Fuck that. I hope they do try to make a issue out of this. BMG, SAD, Warren and Malone….Ya’all gonna get Fucked up.

The duo glare into the camera and we cut to black.

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JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, our next match is scheduled for one fall and is for the NUMBER ONE CONTENDER’S CUP!

Demon Hunter’s “Screams of the Undead” pumps out over the speaker system as a cheer goes up from the crowd. Thomas Young appears at the top of the aisle
with his brother, Jeff James following close behind.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, from Hollywood, Florida. He weighs in at two-hundred-forty-five pounds and is accompanied by Jeff James. THOMAS YOUNG!
ROB MARTINEZ: Young certainly seems to be getting a decent crowd reaction here tonight.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent.

The music cuts out and is replaced by “This Is The New Shit” as Adam Davis emerges from the back to a deafening boo.

JENNY JERSEY: From Detroit, Michigan. He weighs in at two-hundred-and-forty pounds. ADAM DAVIS!

ROB MARTINEZ: ‘The Iceman’ sporting a bandage around that right hand of his.

The bell sounds as ‘The Iceman’ climbs through the ropes, only to be sprung upon by a flailing Thomas Young. Clubbing blows, landing across the back of
Davis, matched only by a series of knees to the ribcage. He’s barely in the ring, but Young is trying to work him over. An Irish whip sends Davis across
the ring, bouncing off the ropes before he avoids the lariat by Thomas Young, opting to slide through his legs before hitting the double-leg takedown.
Both men get back to their feet as a cocky Adam Davis smirks at his opponent.

ROB MARTINEZ: Adam Davis is certainly brimming with confidence here today.

REX CALIBER: He shouldn’t count out Thomas Young. After all the effort I put in to help that kid, he better be damn good by now.

Davis challenges for the collar and elbow tie-up, which is hastily accepted. Young immediately slips round the back of his opponent, trying to take him
down with belly-to-back suplex, but that move is blocked. Davis manages to pry Young’s hands apart as he slips round the back himself and hit the belly-to-back
suplex! Into the headlock and Thomas Young looks frustrated. Well, he would if he could see his face – but Davis releases the hold suddenly! It appears
that Young applied some pressure to that injured right hand of ‘The Iceman’ and now he’s using that to lift Davis back to his feet, whilst still being
in that modified wrist lock. He rotates the arm once, applying more pressure – but Davis tries to roll through! SUCCESS! He’s got Young in a wrist lock
of his own – but Young rolls through as well! He’s got ‘The Iceman’ in a wrist lock and he drills Adam Davis with a huge lariat!

Davis gets back to his feet, only to be caught by a boot to the midsection followed by the STO backbreaker! And forward into a grounded arm bar, and it
appears that Thomas Young is trying his hand at the technical approach. But Davis quickly reaches the ropes as Alan Stone calls for the break! Young backs
away as ‘The Iceman’ uses the ropes to get back to his feet. The crowd are cheering as Davis scowls. Jeff James on the outside is cheering his brother
on, and Thomas Young loves this. Another collar and elbow tie-up ensues, and Young gains the upper hand with a knee to the midsection – and he goes for
the EXPLODER DDT – DENIED! Davis with a hard back elbow to block the move as he counters with a Northern Lights suplex! Young gets back up – FISHERMAN
SUPLEX! Again, Young gets back up, but Davis is on fire as he nails a sambo suplex and this time goes for the cover. Alan Stone drops to count the fall!
ONE!

TWO!

THRNOOO!

ROB MARTINEZ: He never even hooked the leg, and Thomas Young isn’t going to give up that easily!

Davis lifts his opponent back to his feet as Young is backed against the ropes. A series of knife edge chops to the chest bring up some serious red marks
on the chest of Thomas Young, but each one causes a grimace from ‘The Iceman’ as that right hand hits his target. Davis goes for the Irish whip, but it’s
countered – and it’s Adam Davis who is sent against the far ropes. Young goes for the back body drop – but he’s lowered his head too early! DDT attempt
by Davis is countered by a double leg takedown by Thomas Young before he goes for a leg submission hold – only to be kicked away by ‘The Iceman’! Davis
climbs back to his feet as he charges at Young – CACTUS CLOTHESLINE! And both men tumble over the top rope, all the way to the outside!

‘The Iceman’ is up first, and he’s making a beeline for Thomas Young – NO! Young pulls his opponent down by the shorts and Iceman hits his head on the guard
rail!

REX CALIBER: Thomas seems to be regressing back to the backyard.

ROB MARTINEZ: He’s tried facing Davis at his own game, but most men are hard pushed to out perform ‘The Iceman’ at technical wrestling.

‘The Iceman’ is dazed to say the least, not helped by the fact that Thomas Young has just slammed his head against the cold steel again! Oh, and now Young
has a hold of that injured hand of Adam Davis. Everything’s legal here in REBEL Pro as Davis’s wrist is bent around the rail, his hand across the top -
AS YOUNG DROPS THE ELBOW! The crowd nearby groan, but Young drops another elbow – and Adam Davis is in some pain here!

ROB MARTINEZ: Adam Davis really should have expected his opponent to go after that injured hand of his. However he got it, it’s worse now!

But Thomas Young lifts his opponent up – and hurls him into the steel steps! The crowd cheer as Davis is slammed against steel, but the tone quickly changes
as Young is caught by a drop-toe-hold, sending him face-first into the steel. Busting him wide open! Hard left hand by Adam Davis, followed by another,
and he’s working that cut!

Young is rolled back into the ring, soon followed by his opponent as Davis goes for the cover.

ONE!

TWNOOOO!

Young powers out, and he manages to regain a vertical base – but Davis is waiting for him with a SIDE RUSSIAN LEGSWEEP! But he drags Thomas Young back to
his feet with a huge smile on his face. It’s time to get flashy! Rotating vertical suplex by Adam Davis! But he drags Thomas back up – butterfly suplex
by Davis! And again, he lifts Young back to his feet. Thomas Young is lifted high up in the air before being held there for several second — NO! HE DROPS
DOWN THE BACK! Thomas Young lands on his feet before charging against the ropes – BIG BOOT! Davis is taken down to a big cheer from the fans as Young hooks
the leg!

ONE!

TWO!

THRNOO!

This time it’s Davis who kicks out at the last second as a bleeding Thomas Young lifts him back up. A scoop slam takes ‘The Iceman’ down, and Young points
towards the corner! And the crowd go nuts!

REX CALIBER: Why the hell is Thomas Young pointing towards the corner?

ROB MARTINEZ: I think the big man is going to fly!

He’s going all out, that’s for sure. Thomas young climbs out onto the apron before making his way up towards the top rope. Onto the middle rope, then the
top rope – but Davis is back on his feet. A hard left hand to the face catches Young unaware as Davis strikes again. He climbs up to the middle rope himself
and hooks Young for the SUPERPLEX – NO!

ROB MARTINEZ: Thomas Young managing to fight his way out of that predicament with some well placed shots to the ribcage!

And he pushes Adam Davis from the turnbuckle, as ‘The Iceman’ hits the canvas with a thud! Now, Thomas Young settles himself on the top rope — SENTON DROP!
All two-hundred-and-forty-plus pounds of him driven down across the chest of ‘The Iceman’ Adam Davis!

ROB MARTINEZ: High risk pays off! That’s go– what the hell?

The sounds of someone yelling “CAN’T WHOOP ME!” can be heard.

REX CALIBER: Prince W. Darko is in the house!

Indeed he is, as the Zamunda prince is making his way through medicamento cialis the crowd. Neither Thomas Young nor Jeff James can believe their eyes as Prince W. Darko holds
up a sign stating “YOUNG CAN’T WHOOP ME!”. He pushes his way through the crowd, shouting his trademark slogan all the way (when not telling the ignorant
fans to get the fuck out of his way). Young is looking down over the ropes at his former tag partner as the two men, Young and Darko begin to trade some
toasty verbal blows.

COLD SHOULDER!

Davis took advantage of the situation to hit his patented 3/4 neckbreaker, and Young is down. Hook of the leg!

ONE!

TWO!

THREENOOOOOOOO!

Shoulder up! Shoulder up!

ROB MARTINEZ: Thomas Young kicked out of the Cold Shoulder!

Adam Davis can’t believe it. Prince Darko can’t believe it. The fans can’t believe it, but at least they’re whooping and hollering in support of Thomas
Young!

Until…

GRAVE PAIN! ‘The Iceman’ has the single leg elevated crab locked in, square in the center of the ring! Alan Stone is checking with Young for the submission,
but the big man ain’t about to give up, ladies and gentlemen. He’s going to try and fight through the pain as he inches towards the ropes! The pain is
evident on both Young’s face, as well as the pain Davis is putting himself through with the pressure he’s applying to his injured right hand – but who’ll
last longer? The fans are chanting — “PLEASE DON’T TAP! CLAPCLAP-CLAPCLAPCLAP! PLEASE DON’T TAP! CLAPCLAP-CLAPCLAPCLAP!”

ROB MARTINEZ: Thomas Young is fading! He’s fading, Rex!

In fact, he’s passed out as Alan Stone calls for the bell!

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of the match and STILL NUMBER ONE CONTENDER’S CUP HOLDER, ADAM DAVIS!

Jeff James checks on his brother as Adam Davis takes a mic from ringside.

ADAM DAVIS: You just saw another example of why… MY CUP IS THE ONLY THING IN REBEL WORTH HAVING! Now, I once again extend an invitation to Chad or Stone,
whoever doesn’t win tonight, or both if they lose to Kyle… come compete for MY CUP! Make yourself better competing against the BEST!

Adam drops the mic, as the fans boo big time. And why didn’t Darko stick around?

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JENNY JERSEY: This match is the Beastly Twenty Minute Survival match. The rules are simple, Murcielago must last twenty minutes or secure a pinfall, or
even submit Bruce Richards within those twenty minutes to win. However, if Murcielago is pinned or submits during the twenty minutes, he loses. Now, lets
get this started. Coming first to the ring, all the way from St. Albert, Alberta, Canada. Weighing in at two-hundred and seventy pounds and standing six-feet,
three inches tall… he is the man called THE BEAST!

“No one’s gonna take me alive! The time has come to make things right!”

The fans are own their feet as “Knights of Cydonia” by Muse blasts through the sound system.

Bruce comes through the curtains and the crowd is able to drown the Muse with cheers and respect. He looks side to side and soaks in the love.

JENNY JERSEY: And next from Manhattan, New York City. Weighing Two Hundred Ninety pounds and stands an impressive Six feet, Seven inches. MURCIELAGO!

“Da Graveyard” starts to play, everyone boos as Murcielago hits the ramp with Enzo. He walks down to ringside, very pissed off, and ready to fight. He enters
the ring, wasting no time, going face to face with The Beast!

The match starts off with a big right hand from Murc. A right hand strong enough to prove, “I’m not fucking afraid of you.” Bruce has never been known to
back down from a challenge, eats that right hand and fires back with a right of his own that says “I don’t give a fuck.” Murc delivers a kick to Bruce’s
knee then sends him into the ropes, Bruce explodes on the bull with a lariat. Bruce brings Murc to his feet and before he can do anything, Murc has gotten
him into a DDT. Murc hurls Bruce into the mat, hard enough to make the mat dent. Bruce favors his skull for a little bit – just a little bit. Murc doesn’t
give him anytime to worry about his head, because he starts to stomp on Bruce’s ribs, then his right knee. Murc then backs up from Bruce, he points at
Rex, “THIS IS JUST A SAMPLE OF SHIT TO COME.” He goes to pick up Bruce, but Bruce breaks free and delivers a Clothesline that takes the Manhattan native
down with no hesitation. Bruce looks down at Murc and shakes his head, the crowd pops.

REX CALIBER: He shoulda been payin’ more attention.

Bruce brings Murc to his feet and sends him into the ropes; Murc returns home to a Cobra Clutch, which gets turned into a Cobra Clutch bomb.

ROB MARTINEZ: Bruce goes in for the first pin of the night.

REX CALIBER: No shit.

ONE.

KICK OUT.

ROB MARTINEZ: Gees, not even a two a count.

REX CALIBER: What’s with all of these obvious comments?

ROB MARTINEZ: How about we just watch the match, okay?

Bruce stands at the corner and stalks his opponent down, he rushes – Murc sidesteps – Russian Leg sweep hard into the mat. Murc walks over to the downed
Bruce and stomps his head into the mat. The crowd expresses their hate for Murc; he smiles at the jeers. He picks up Bruce by the hair and sends him into
the corner. Murc stands on the middle ropes and begins to drive his fist into Bruce’s forehead. ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! NOPE!
Bruce catches the last punch with his right hand and sends a left into Murc’s gut, sending him off the second ropes and on to the mat. Bruce doesn’t waste
any time and goes in for the Chart Attack. He gets Murc onto his shoulders. Murc doesn’t want to see the rest of this, he begins to elbow his way out of
Bruce’s tenacious grip. Bruce doesn’t want to let go; Murc holds onto the ropes, shaking his head. He will not be slammed. Bruce sees this as an opportunity
– he tosses Murc into the air and watches him fall chest first onto the ropes. Murc recoils off the ropes and onto Bruce, who German Suplexes him across
the damn ring. Bruce is reminded how great of a feat this was when he rubs his back. He approaches Murc, who is now getting up. Murc catches Bruce with
a Def Con 1, but Bruce is able to shove Murc off of him, making the attempt null and void. Murc is now where he was a few seconds ago – laying on his ass
staring at the ceiling of the arena. Bruce goes to cover and receives an index finger to the pupil. Bruce quickly jumps back, rubbing his eye. Murc laughs
at Bruce, he laughs hard. Bruce doesn’t seem to have a sense of humor, just a big boot for Murc’s head. Murc rolls out of the ring and onto the concrete.
Bruce walks to the end of the ring. while Murc is making an effort to stand. Murc is finally on his feet, but not for long…Suicide Plancha onto the outside.
The crowd goes wild – these people like Bruce a lot. Bruce rolls Murc into the ring goes what prevents cialis from working in for the pin.

ON-ROPEBREAK

ROB MARTINEZ: You have to admit, Murc knows his way around the ring.

REX CALIBER: That doesn’t concern me.

Bruce takes hold of Murc and sends him into a corner. He gives Murc no time to breathe, he comes flying at him, scheming for a splash. Luckily for Murc,
he’s able to dodge a bullet. He catches Bruce stumbling backwards with an Inverse DDT. Murc picks up Bruce and sends him shoulder first into ring post.
ROB MARTINEZ: Great strategy, this way Bruce won’t be able to set him up for the Chart Attack.

Murc rolls out of the ring and grabs hold of Bruce’s right arm and crushes it into the cold, metal post. He repeats this process twice. He places his hand
on the steel steps, and goes for a stomp. Bruce is able to evade this boot within the nick of time. Bruce crawls away from his spot, Murc takes a shot
at his ribs. Bruce rolls to the center of the ring. Murc grabs hold of Bruce’s throat and begins to squeeze for dear life. The crowd begins to pour boos
onto Murc, which seems to make Murc’s grip tighter. Bruce isn’t giving up, he hurls a right to Murc’s nose, popping it. Murc has now freed his grip and
starts to wipe the blood away from his nose with that same hand. Bruce is now on his feet, he clubs Murc with a right. Murc returns with a left. Bruce
with a fast one to the lip. Murc blasts Bruce with a heavy right to the temple, then an eye gouge with his thumb. He drives Bruce all the way to the corner
then begins to thrust his shoulder into Bruce’s gut. He does this three times, then elbows him in the right cheek. Bruce shoves Murc away and spears him
into the mat and starts to punch away. Bruce frees his hold on Murc and drags him closer to the center of the ring by his foot. Murc battles his way out,
kicking himself free. He stands up and drives his foot right into Bruce’s kids. Murc doesn’t give a damn about what the fans have to say about his actions.
As Bruce stumbles to one knee, Murc moves towards the corner and removes the turnbuckle padding, exposing the metal ring. Bruce is standing now, he rushes
at Murc, Murc sidesteps like earlier before. Bruce stops dead in his tracks.

REX CALIBER: He just realized he was seconds away from some cheap facial reconstruction.

Murc yanks Bruce’s head and tries to send him into the steel ring, but Bruce refuses. Murc isn’t taking no for an answer, he goes for it again, another
refusal. Murc elbow’s Bruce’s neck, and repeats the process. Another refusal.

ROB MARTINEZ: Bruce really likes his face.

REX CALIBER: I don’t like it, it doesn’t look like mine.

Bruce elbows Murc in gut, Murc jumps into the air. Bruce now clotheslines the shit out of him. He goes to pick up Murc, and falls into a small package pin.
ONE

TWO

ALMOST HAD HIM!

Murc rolls out of the ring and goes under the ring, and returns to the ring with a chair. He points the chair at Bruce and takes a swing – misses, drops
the chair and finds himself on top of Bruce’s shoulder again.

REX CALIBER: I wonder if it’s comfortable up there, he’s always there.

ROB MARTINEZ: You should know how he feels.

REX CALIBER: Shut up. August of two thousand seven didn’t happen!

Murc elbows his way out of Bruce’s grip. Murc grabs hold of Bruce’s head and hits him with one of the meanest neck breakers -that any REBEL fan has ever
seen- on the chair. He goes for the pin fall.

ONE

TWO

THREKICKOUT!

ROB MARTINEZ: This is an intense match, I’m sweating.

REX CALIBER: This match isn’t intense, you’re just outta shape.

Murc looks over at the ref and gets in his face. “THAT SHIT WAS A THREE, YOU AND I BOTH KNOW IT. YOU’RE TRYNA SCREW ME OUT, (BLEEP)” “(BLEEP) YOU, PAL!”
Which is followed by a small shove, that is linked to a school boy roll up.

ONE

TWO

KICK OUT!

Bruce looks at the chair, he picks it up and tosses it out of the ring. He turns around into an STO sweep. Murc brings Bruce to his feet, Bruce shoves him
away and takes a swing at him, it connects, causing Murc to stumble close to the corner without the pad. Bruce hits another punch, a left this time, then
a right. Murc fires back with a boot to Bruce’s knee then he shoves Bruce’s forehead into the metal ring, busting him up. “NOW WE’RE EVEN!” He shouts.
And the crowd shouts something else, “FUCK MURCIE!” Murc takes hold of Bruce’s head and begins to grind his head on the ropes, inflicting more pain to
the wound. Bruce’s head is pulled away from the ropes and is reintroduced to knee. This knee knocks Bruce down to the mat. Murc begins to rub his forearm
on Bruce’s forehead.

ROB MARTINEZ: Fore for fore! Heh? Heh?

REX CALIBER: Stick to your day job, please.

Murc stands up and grinds his boot onto Bruce’s wound. The crowd boos Murc, but not an ordinary boo, a boo filled with hate, deep hate. Murc begins to chuckle.
He looks over at Enzo, “Hand me something from under the ring.” Enzo rolls a trash can into the ring. Murc takes the can props it on the corner, properly.
He grabs a hold of Bruce’s hair, bringing him up to his feet, he goes to toss him to the corner, but it gets reversed. Murc crashes and burns through that
aluminum can. He drops to one knee. Bruce grabs a hold of Murc and sends him into the trash can head first, leaving an impression on the can. Enzo’s on
the outside shaking his head. The crowd enjoys this big time.

REX CALIBER: You ever heard of that saying, “Your first impression is your best…”?

ROB MARTINEZ: Don’t even try the joke.

Bruce pulls Murc away from the trash can and releases him onto the mat. He moves the trash can away from the corner, and places it on top of Murc’s chest.
He climbs to the top of the turnbuckle…Moonsault…through the can and onto Murc. He tosses the beat up can to the outside and goes for the pin.

ONE

TWO

THREE HOLY SHIT HE KICKED OUT!

Bruce can’t believe this. He holds his mid section and tries to make to his feet. He uses the help of the ropes to get up. Bruce waits for Murc to get up.
He looks over at the crowd, they know what it is. “BRUCE IS GOING TO KILL YOU!” Murc now stumbles to his feet, Bruce comes over, and gets a kick to the
mid section. Murc sets him up for the Drop Top, but Bruce reverses out of this…CHART ATTACK! Out of nowhere. The ring shakes uncontrollably. The crowd
is surprised, Bruce just Chart Attacked the two hundred ninety pound Murcielago! HOLY HELL! Beast goes for the pin.

ONE

TWO

DING DING DING

ROB MARTINEZ: WHAT A MATCH!

JENNY JERSEY: Due to the time limit stipulations, your winner is MURCIELAGO!

ROB MARTINEZ: A second away? ONE COUNT AWAY? That means…

REX CALIBER: That means April the third… Birthday Bash… Murcielago will go one on one with the Nexus One… and it won’t be the grand victory he is
hoping to get either.

The Beast stands, almost smiling as Murcielago is out cold completely. The crowd roars, and even though Bruce Richards didn’t get the win, he sure looks
more like the winner as he walks down the aisle way. With that the crowd chants: “PLEASE COME BACK! PLEASE COME BACK!” Bruce looks at the crowd and gives
a classy thumbs up!

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The REBEL fans are ready for more ACTION JACKSON… when suddenly the lights out. 80′s synthesizer stars up.

The lighters come out.

“Because I… can see… for miles and miles!”

LIGHTS FLASH! And out walks the one, the only, THE WARREN! to a tremendous pop! He looks out over the crowd, brushing errant black hair out of his eye,
overwhelmed by the love the crowd gives him.

“IN TIME! We’ll be dancin’ in the streets all night!”

He heads towards the ring in time with the music, REBEL tag title gold glinting. He hugs some fans, slaps some hands, and then heads into the ring. He takes
a turnbuckle as the bics are flicked, raising both hands in the METAL sign. Robbie Robb fades out, but the place doesn’t go silent. Instead a chant rises
in volume…

“War-ren, War-ren, War-Ren, WAR-REN!”

The ultimate slacker is genuinely moved as Jenny Jersey hands him the microphone. He goes to speak, but gets choked up.

WARREN: I promised myself… I totally wouldn’t cry… but you dudes are the most excellent fans in the entire WOOOOORLD!

YEAHHHHHHHH!

WARREN: Now I’m sure you’re all like, wondering what I’m doing out here without my bodacious partner BAD DUDE MALONE. Well all you REBEL ROUSERS know that
all I ever wanted was to be a tag champion. And for a long time, it didn’t look like that dream would ever come true for the W-man, and that was, that
was kinda bogus dudes. Spent a lot of nights like, wondering if I should just quit…

No Warren! The crowd is sad pandas. Warren puts his hands, up asking for a little bit more quiet.

WARREN: But I’m here to tell all of you… that dreams do come true, dudes! I stand before you one-half of the REBEL Tag team champs of the entire world,
which is most triumphant, with one of the best partners a dude could have. The only thing — the only thing that could make this better was if Mr. Berzerker
was here today. But as we all know, Mr. Berzerker disappeared a long time ago…

Warren suddenly gets a hard look to his face, like we’ve never seen before.

WARREN: And we all know it was thanks to that ultra evil dickweed, IAN SMITH. (BOOOO!) A man who’s here tonight! (BOOOOO!) A man who is managing the NAPW
tag team champions (BOOOO), the same guys who are challenging me and Malone for the REBEL tag titles RIGHT HERE TONIGHT IN ASHEVILLE, NORTH CAROLINA! (YAAAAAAAAY!)
So what I’d like to do right now is host a very special edition of WARREN’S WORLD, and bring out a special guest. He is ONE-HALF of those NAPW tag team
champions, total babes and awesome dudes, please welcome the KRUSTY KID PAUL!

The mood abruptly changes as SUPERJOINT RITUAL KICKS YOUR ASS. “The Alcoholik” fires up and out walks one mean, nasty looking Krusty Kid Paul. The mohawked
one looks out over the crowd with a punk rock sneer on his face, then heads to the ring (NAPW tag belt around his waist), rolling in and taking a second
microphone. SJR fades…

WARREN: Welcome to Warren’s World, dude. I’m your totally awesome host, Warren!

KRUSTY KID PAUL: Hell it looks like the ring to me but fuck it’s your show.

WARREN: So KKP, you’re probably like, wondering why I asked you to be on Warren’s World.

KRUSTY KID PAUL: Yeah man, spill.

WARREN: Alright. So as everybody knows… there’s a couple things here. First of all, you Krusty Kid Paul, you don’t seem like a bad dude overall, except
for the trying to cripple dudes thing. Weird thing dude? We’ve never met but we totally have some connections.

KRUSTY KID PAUL: Hey you want to connect with me it’ll cost you fifty bucks. Dextro’s cheap though, you can have him for two dollars!

WARREN: Uh… no?

KRUSTY KID PAUL: Be the best two fucking dollars you’ll ever spend!

WARREN: Uh… right, okay, uh, dudes? Dudes! Duuuuudes. Right on! Now what I was saying, KKP, is that we both have Ian Smith in common. He manages you,
and I’m going to manage to punch the dickweed in the mouth if he gets in my way tonight.

KRUSTY KID PAUL: Guy is kinda a dickweed ha!

WARREN: And then like, we’re both tag team champions, and that’s pretty radical.

KRUSTY KID PAUL: Word! Well fuck dude, I already know all this stuff.

WARREN: Well you know dude, there’s one other thing we’ve got in common… y’see, you have a move you call the “Slushie.” And me, I have… the SUPER BIG
GULP!

Crowd pop! KKP is looking bored.

KRUSTY KID PAUL: What’s your point man? I thought this show was like cool, but you just keep talking in fucking circles. Besides, the slushie can kill your
stupid big gulp.

Uh-oh.

WARREN: Whoa, dude. You did not just go there!

KRUSTY KID PAUL: I go wherever I want, usually, but I’m good, I went in Dextro’s gym bag earlier. STD went somewhere else though… found this couch behind
a Circle K.

WARREN: … couch? (shakes head suddenly) Okay dude, you just made me mad. See the thing is, there can only be one guy using the awesome drinks from quick-stops
all over the world, and the way I see it, I was like totally here first. So you have to stop using the “SLUSHIE” move, dude!

KRUSTY KID PAUL: No, you stop using the SUPER BIG GULP!

WARREN: See, dude, that’s bogus. You’re totally biting my style! So get your own move, dude, and I won’t totally rock your world — JOURNEY-STYLE!

KRUSTY KID PAUL: You know what Warren? You spent all week trashing me and my lifestyle and I think it’s time you got to know what the krusty one is all
about, real up close and fucking personal! Way I see it, it doesn’t matter if you had the move first, cos in about ten minutes you won’t be WRESTLING anymore
anyways when we put you out for good, just like Expositioner, just like Teddy Davis, just like ANYBODY who gets in the way of the SAD! And you know what
else? I don’t think I wanna wait for this tag title match!

POW! KKP slugs Warren right square in the mush, knocking him down. KKP starts putting the boots to the Warren, and waves to the back… oh no. Here comes
Ian Smith and Dextro, leading the way! And behind them… well, stumbling and weaving down the aisle with a two-six of whiskey in his hand is the SUPERSTAR
TOMMY DEATHROW. Ian sends Dextro into the ring, he joins in the beatdown of Warren as the crowd booooos them to hell. Tommy tries to get into the ring,
falls off, then rolls in, finally getting up. He takes a stiff belt of the whiskey as KKP and Dextro hold him up, oh shit! They’ve got Warren’s arms, Deathrow
licking his lips and rubbing his nipples before raising the whiskey bottle up high —

JOEY MALONE HITS THE RING! AND HE’S GOT A TRASH CAN LID! KKP wants a piece, Joey swings — stops — EYE POKE! KKP dodged, Joey hits a DDT on the man onto
the sheet! STD is still standing, he swings at Warren, who ducks and kicks the man in the gut… he’s got him! SUPER BIG GULP! CONNECTS!

Ian Smith and Dextro pull STD out of the ring as the SAD regroup on the outside, Joey Malone shouting “COME ON!” in the ring as Warren gets his bearings.
“WAR-REN, JO-EY, WAR-REN, JO-EY!” Joey grabs a microphone.

JOEY MALONE: Malone Motto #4: Always Have Your Friends Backs! Hey, since we’re all out here already… why don’t we have this match RIGHT NOW?

ROB MARTINEZ: Joey Malone making a challenge… they don’t to wait! Here comes a referee, the REBEL tag title match is RIGHT NOW! Here we go, Rex!

REX CALIBER: I’ve got my Superstar-Proof Helmet right here! Let’s go!

The referee calls for the bell and KKP and Deathrow slide into the ring and bum rush the REBEL Tag Champs Road Warrior style!

JENNY JERSERY: (Hurriedly) This match is one fall and it is for the REBEL World Tag Team Championship!!! SAD vs Warren and Joey Malone!

Jenny lets out a squeal as KKP and Malone spill out of the ring and almost land in her lap. Inside the ring, Deathrow shots Warren into the ropes but misses
with a clothesline. Beautiful standing dropkick from Warren sends the drunken challenger to the mat! On the outside KKP tries to whip Malone into the guardrails
but somehow Joey manages to reverse it and Krusty is the one who collides with the railing. His momentum sends KKP rolling over the railing and into the
front row! Back inside the ring Deathrow is getting back to his feet just as Malone scampers onto the ring apron. Warren points to Malone and Deathrow
turns around just in time to get rolled up from behind by Warren! Deathrow kicks out before a count of one and he’s immediately on Warren trying to maul
him.

ROB MARTINEZ: Uh, Malone knows that he doesn’t need a tag to get into the ring right?

REX CALIBER: It’s doubtful Malone even knows who his tag partner is.

KKP has made it back from the crowd and he has someone’s nachos with him! He hurls the nachos at the announce team and yanks Malone off the ring apron.
Malone gets posted by KKP! Inside the ring, Deathrow whips Warren into the ropes and nails a fugly looking powerslam. KKP pulls a trash can out from under
the ring and tosses it to the inside. Deathrow picks up the trash can, waits for Warren to get to his feet and – CONK! – Warren is down! Deathrow looks
at the large dent in the trash can and grins. THUNK! Trash can across the ribs of Warren! On the outside KKP leads Malone over to the announce table.

ROB MARTINEZ: Hey! Get the Hell out of here!

REX CALIBER: Hey! Let the fuck go of my helmet!

KKP half drags Caliber out of his seat and uses his helmet covered head as a battering ram against Malone! Malone falls to the floor and KKP finds himself
shoved away by a pissed Rex Caliber! The two men engage in a brief but intense staredown before KKP turns his attention back to Malone who is crawling
away.

ROB MARTINEZ: Easy partner, save it for later.

REX CALIBER: I might be retired but no one puts their hands on me.

Deathrow has left the ring and is on the outside pulling various items of war out from under the ring. Another trash can. A pair of chairs. A kendo stick.
WTF? A full sized mannequin? Even Deathrow looks a little shocked at the last item found underneath the ring. The crowd suddenly surge to their feet and
the camera cuts to the duo of Impact Inc making their way to the ring! Before Deathrow can do anything he takes a baseball slide to the chest that sends
him crashing back against the railing! Impact Inc immediately go after Dextro and Ian Smith! Michael Davidson clocks Dextro and hoists him up slinging
him over his shoulder! Smith is scrambling to get away under the ring and just makes it leaving Brent Taylor with nothing more than a shoe! The duo of
Impact Inc give a thumbs up to Warren and take their hostage away from the ring!

ROB MARTINEZ: What the Hell? Impact Inc must have some kind of deal with the tag champs!

REX CALIBER: They’re taking Dextro to the back to do God only knows with him and Smith is hiding under the ring like….

ROB MARTINEZ: Don’t even go there.

Warren climbs out onto the ring apron, kicks Deathrow away from him and hits a Asai moonsault! The ringside fans start up a “War-Ren! War-Ren!” Chant! On
the other side of the ring, KKP has rolled Malone to the inside and is climbing in behind him. Malone is quick to his feet and kicks the second rope which
KKP is happening to straddle! KKP goes down and Malone covers! A count of one is all he gets as the challenger powers out. Warren has rolled a dazed Deathrow
back into the ring and hops up onto the ring apron. KKP is pulled to his feet by Malone and takes a pair of forearm shots to the head. KKP shrugs off the
blows and drives a knee into the gut of Malone, hoists him and drills him with an across the knee rib breaker. Warren has climbed to the top rope and takes
to the skies! Warren hits a combo bulldog / flying clothesline on Deathrow and KKP and the crowd explodes!

ROB MARTINEZ: Am I wrong in saying that the champions are actually holding their own here?

REX CALIBER: Yeah…It’s kinda freaking me out.

Warren covers both men! After the first slap of the mat by the referee, SAD roll Warren off of them! Warren gets to his feet, pulls KKP up but takes a rake
to the face. Inverted atomic drop by KKP! The Krusty One holds on as Deathrow hits the ropes and nails a clothesline to the back of Warrens head! Malone
attacks KKP from behind with crazy windmill rights and lefts! Deathrow lands a kick to the gut that doubles over Malone. Swinging neckbreaker from KKP
puts down Malone. Deathrow rolls to the outside and starts hurling his plunder into the ring. Ian Smith slowly emerges from under the ring and looks around
to make sure he’s safe. With the ring slowly beginning to fill up with weapons it looks like it’s time for KKP to get to work.

ROB MARTINEZ: I don’t like that look in Krusty Kid Pauls eyes!

REX CALIBER: I don’t like that stain on his pants either.

KKP pulls Warren up and Irish whips him into the near corner. canadian pharmacy meds Then KKP picks up the mannequin and simply tosses it at the tag champ! Next up is Malone who
also gets whipped into the corner sandwiching poor Warren into the turnbuckle! Deathrow is back in the ring and takes a running start before hitting the
worst looking stinger splash in recorded history! Malone drops to the mat and rolls to the outside, Deathrow peals the mannequin off of Warren and then
yanks Warren himself out of the corner….And straight into a brutal chair shot from KKP! Deathrow picks up the mannequin and chunks it to the outside
where it lands on a dazed Joey Malone! With Warren down, SAD start to pile up the numerous chairs that Deathrow has tossed into the ring until they get
a nice little pile. Warren is dragged to his feet and Deathrow hits a sloppy dominator onto the pile of chairs! KKP rolls Warren over and goes for the
cover.

ROB MARTINEZ: Good Lord! Deathrow almost killed Warren with that move!

REX CALIBER: It looked pretty sweet though.

One! Two! KKP pulls Warren up! The crowd is hot at SAD (like they care) and a bruised and now bloody Warren is dragged to his feet. Deathrow hoists Warren
up for another dominator only to take a shot across the small of the back from a damn mannequin arm! The crowd is going crazy as Malone is using the arm
of the mannequin to wear out the challengers! Deathrow takes another shot to the back and he simply drops Warren to the mat. KKP takes a shot to the head
from Malone! Deathrow stops Malone cold with a kick to the family jewels! Deathrow grabs the mannequin arm, hooks it around the throat of Malone and nails
a side Russian legsweep! KKP grabs a trash can as Deathrow hauls up Malone. KKP shoves the trash can over the head of Malone and Deathrow picks up a chair
and smacks it against the can!

ROB MARTINEZ: The tag champs are being decimated!

Malone drops to the mat and an enraged Deathrow smacks the trash can with the chair an additional three times! KKP advances on a dazed Warren and takes
a back elbow to the face. Forearm shot from the tag champ, a knife edge chop from the Circle K warrior! SMACK! A chairshot across the back from Deathrow
stops Warrens brief comeback. Deathrow and KKP confer for a moment before they each roll to the outside. The duo pull out a table from under the ring and
the crowd pops big time. They slide it into the ring as the tag champs look ready to toss in the towel. SAD are back in the ring and are pulling the trash
can off of Joey Malone. Deathrow sets up the table and KKP pulls Malone to his feet.

ROB MATINEZ: Oh no, not this!

KKP hoists Joey up and Deathrow gives the assist as Malone takes a horrific powerbomb through the table! A “Holy Shit!” chant rocks the walls of the arena
and SAD look pleased with themselves. KKP and Deathrow advance on Warren who is struggling to his feet. KKP hooks Warren from behind and Deathrow shoves
his hands down his own trunks! The crowd groans in disgust as Tommy is really getting all the ball sweat he can from his “Boys.” Warrens looks horrified
as Deathrow pulls his hand out from his pants and shows off the hand to the crowd! Warren swings his leg back and low blows KKP! KKP loses his grip on
Warren who drops out of sight just as Tommy spins around and applies the Sweaty Ball Claw to KKP!

ROB MARTINEZ: GAH!

REX CALIBER: There’s some male bonding for ya!

Deathrow quickly releases the hold but KKP looks traumatized! A dropkick to the back of Deathrow sends the heads of SAD knocking together! Warren drops
to all fours as Deathrow staggers back and Tommy topples over! Warren quickly rolls out of the ring and then reaches inside grabbing the legs of KKP! Warren
pulls and KKP drops face first into the groin of Deathrow! The crowd groans and then groans again as Warren pulls back with all his might crotching KKP
on the turnbuckle! Warren, a bloody mess, scrambles up the ring stairs, then up to the top turnbuckle and hits a frog splash on Deathrow! Warren covers
and from nowhere Malone leaps on top of Deathrow as well! One! Two! Three! The crowd explodes in shock and awe as a huge upset has just occurred!

ROB MARTINEZ: They did it! Warren and Joey Malone survive the onslaught of SAD!

REX CALIBER: DAMN! I lost a thousand bucks on, er, yeah glad they won too. Bastards.

On the outside Ian Smith looks to be crying as inside the ring the champs get their title belts and beat a hasty retreat!

ROB MARTINEZ: Like we always say, anything can happen in REBEL! What a win!

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JENNY JERSEY: It is now time for the WINTER BLAST main event! The following contest is a triple-threat match set for one-fall. This is a non-title match…
“The connection is made!”

The REBEL fans immediately voice their displeasure of the man and woman who walk through the curtain right then. Stone Zellor and his manager Lady Sparks
strut out to Elastica.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first accompanied to the ring by Lady Sparks… from Staten Island New York, he is the current NAPW Canadian Heritage champion…
STONE ZELLOR!

Stone and Sparks hit the ring, Stone reminding the crowd that indeed, he has skills.

“Guess who’s back?”

Hit it.

“They say I’m COCKY!
And I say WHAT?
It ain’t braggin’ motherfucker if you back it up!”

JENNY JERSEY: From Paducah Kentucky, he is a two-time REBEL Carolinas Champion… “THE SHOW” CHAD KURTIS!

The Show comes out wearing a boxing hoodie. He looks focused, intense, but that doesn’t remove the look of sheer ego that lines his face. The Show hits
the ring and raises an arm high. The crowd boos him, but he gets a few scattered cheers.

JENNY JERSEY: And finally…

“I am the man! With the master plan!”

JENNY JERSEY: From Moose Jaw Saskatchewan, is the current and reigning REBEL World Heavyweight Champion… STYLIN’ KYLE ROBERTS!

The crowd reacts with loud volume and a warm welcome for the champion, who struts out in all his glory.

ROB MARTINEZ: What an ovation for the champion! I don’t know if the ring can possibly HOLD all the egos in this match, Rex Caliber.

REX CALIBER: Hey, each one thinks he’s the best. Just ask one of ‘em!

ROB MARTINEZ: Referee Dale McDonald in charge of this contest, let’s run down the stipulation. If Zellor or Kurtis can pin Stylin’ Kyle Roberts, that man
will receive a world title shot next week. However, if Stylin’ Kyle Roberts wins the match, he can choose anyone – ANYone – on the REBEL roster for his
defense next week.

REX CALIBER: Gonna be interestin’ to see how the stipulation plays out. Normal Triple-Threat, you pin whatever man is most dead to win… but Stone Zellor,
The Show, they HAVE to pin Stylin’ Kyle. They pin each other, they ain’t gettin’ a title shot.

ROB MARTINEZ: Have to wonder if we will see an alliance between The Show and Stone Zellor… there’s the bell, this main event is underway!

Kyle Roberts, Stone Zellor, Chad Kurtis all staring each other down. All three men at six-foot-three, but Stone the clear lightweight. Jaw-jacking going
on here, all three men known to run their mouths – not to mention egotistical. Finally, Stone yells out to both his opponents:

“You ain’t got nothin’! I got SKILLZ, bitch!”

BOOOOOO. Stone isn’t fazed by the crowd’s reaction. He holds his arms out, as if to say ‘how you like that?’ The Show nods, almost looking like he respects
it… then he steps on the bottom rope and yells out… “My the difference between viagra and cialis name is THE SHOW…”

“And I approve this ASS-KICKING!”

Chad gets down, looks at both men. Crowd ooooohs as Stone looks a little put out. He and The Show are glaring at each other, are they going to go at it?
They might have. But Kyle Roberts suddenly sticks his pinkies in his mouth and whistles sharply, drawing the entire crowd’s attention on him. Kyle holds
a hand out to either man, nodding in acknowledgement of their respective greatness…

And then taps the side of his head to remind them:

“SMARTER THAN YOU!”

ROB MARTINEZ: The REBEL fans have picked their favorite! And now here we go, all three men circling, and… we have a three-way lock-up!

REX CALIBER: I’m a big fan of three-way lock-ups, myself.

Roberts! Zellor! Kurtis! All three men trying to jockey for position, with a swelling motion they all break away. Stone rotates his shoulder as each man
attempts to formulate his plan of attack. All three men in action at once, it changes the gameplan. Roberts plays to the crowd as once again all three
men circle. They lunge for another lock-up.

Wait a second.

Roberts just grappled the referee?

Stone and Chad are locked up, Chad pushing the lighter Stone into the corner at the same time that Kyle muscles Dale Mcdonald into the opposite corner.
The referee calls for a break in the corner, Kyle does cleanly, shot — no, he pulled it. Dale isn’t too impressed as Kyle shrugs and grins at the fans.
Meanwhile, in the other corner, Chad with an irish whip sends Stone right towards Kyle and the referee! Kyle sidesteps calmly as Dale scrambles to get
out of harm’s way. Stone impacts the turnbuckle! The Show charges, only to get hiptossed by Roberts… RIGHT into Stone!

ROB MARTINEZ: I was just going to say, the champion doesn’t seem to be taking this match seriously, but he just sent Chad Kurtis crashing into Stone Zellor.
Snap suplex by Roberts on Zellor, leg drop, gets a two-count out of it. And now the champion is going to work!

REX CALIBER: I think the best strategy Stone and The Show could use is to team up, wipe Kyle out, then fight each other to figure out the winner.

ROB MARTINEZ: One of them has to pin Kyle, they can’t pin each other for a title shot.

REX CALIBER: Then they need to beat up Kyle real good, fight each other, then the winner of that pins Kyle to win the match. I know I got no problem seein’
Kyle get beat up real good.

Roberts with Stone, Irish whip! Stone reverses, ducks down for a back body drop, Roberts stops short and kicks him in the face. Stone stands up in pain,
POKE. Right in the eyes! Kyle grabs Stone by the back of the head and points over the top rope before tossing Stone to the floor the hard way!

REX CALIBER: This ain’t a battle royal, Roberts!

ROB MARTINEZ: No, but now Kyle can focus on The Show alone!

The Show comes in and catches Roberts with a quick kick to the back of the thigh. Roberts tries to block another one and The Show drives a forearm into
his face. Another one sends Kyle into the turnbuckle. The Show charges with a high-velocity clothesline! Roberts falls to the canvas, and that’s the signal
for the BEST! MOONSAULT! EVER—

Roberts rolls to the floor, but The Show lands on his FEET in the ring. Roberts SMARTER THAN YOU — watch out! Here comes THE SHOW with a vaulting body
press! He connects and both men are out on the floor. The Show is up first, pulling Roberts up and whipping him towards the steel guardrail. The champ
puts on the brakes and sends Chad crashing into the STEEL. Roberts looks to charge —

BASEBALL SLIDE STONE! He came out of nowhere to catch Kyle unawares, sending HIM into the steel! Stone stomps away on the champion as Chad pulls himself
up. Stone suddenly charges The Show and clotheslines him over the guardrail into the first row! “That’s what I’m talkin’ bout bitch!” Stone turns his attention
back to Stylin’ Kyle, booting him hard in the stomach. DDT on the concrete and the champ is down! But it’s not falls count anywhere, just REBEL rules.
Stone pulls Kyle up and slides him into the ring, following in for a quick cover. One, two, kick-out!

REX CALIBER: Stone Zellor needs to take advantage now, while Chad is still picking himself up from the puddles and garbage in the crowd.

Zellor with a knife-edge chop on Kyle’s chest, Kyle seeking refuge in the corner. Stone ignores the referee’s admonition to get out of the corner and begins
stomping away while holding the top rope for leverage. He stomps Kyle down to a seated position, then grabs the top rope on either side of the turnbuckle…
leap UP, then DRIVES both feet into the face of Stylin’ Kyle. Stone sits there for a moment, feeling damn good about himself. He drags Kyle out of the
corner and throws on the CHOKE. Referee wants him to break, he won’t count any submission or victory from a chokehold.

Stone relents, but then directs Lady Sparks… to throw him a steel chair! Stone taps the canvas with it. This is how he laid out Roberts and The Show last
month! Roberts is up… TURN AROUND!

SWING

Roberts gets PASTED in the face and goes down. Stone lays back on him, grabbing a leg absently, ONE, TWO —

Chad Kurtis pulls Stone out of the ring by the leg! Stone staggered, The Show LAYS HIM OUT WITH A SUPERKICK! On the outside! Show DIVES into the ring and
covers a prone Kyle! ONE, TWO, Kick-out!

ROB MARTINEZ: A close two-count there, would Kyle have been able to kick-out if Chad Kurtis hadn’t pulled Stone out?

REX CALIBER: Who knows, but man, what if The Show took the pin for all of Stone’s hard work? He’d have a title shot. Opportunity knocks you gotta answer.
ROB MARTINEZ: Alliance or not, either way the champion is in trouble if both challengers are focusing on HIM.

The Show pulls Kyle up, rear waist lock. Kyle fights the German suplex attempt, though! Snap mares the man over, STIFF kick to the back of The Show. Kyle
looks out at the crowd, “ONE MORE?” WHAM! The Show’s eyes widen in pain as the “thud” echoes throughout the venue. Kyle gets some speed and delivers a
picture-perfect Hennig rolling necksnap. Off the ropes, SEATED DROPKICK to the face of The Show! The champion putting together a combination of moves,
and now he wants it! The Bear-Tamer! Roberts grabs Kurtis by the legs, can he turn him over? He’s almost got him, Kurtis fighting… The Show has too much
life left life! Roberts shrugs, then drives a knee right into the wide-open crotchital region of The Show!

Kyle shrugs. “Who, me?” The ref admonishes him but it doesn’t faze Roberts. And now it’s time to GO TO SCHOOL. Roberts pulls Chad up, butterfly-backbreaker!
One more and Chad is writhing in pain. Roberts grabs the arms and surfboards, trying to soften Chad up for the Bear-Tamer… And Stone Zellor is getting
back into the ring! He charges, but Kyle spots him coming. Roberts ducks Stone’s clothesline and CHOPS him. WHOOO! WHOOO! WHOO! Stone sent into the ropes,
Roberts with a snap powerslam puts Stone down ON TOP of Chad Kurtis! Both opponents are stacked on top of each other, and Roberts has his opening. He leaps
to the second rope

LIONSAULT!

On both opponents!

Kyle holds his own ribs in pain, but manages to scramble over to Stone for a cover. ONE, TWO, kick-out! Undaunted, Kyle covers The Show. ONE, TWO, Kick-out!
Kyle backs off, he has both opponents down in the ring but couldn’t put it away. He gets up… and it’s time! Time to finish this! Roberts backs up, stalking
the first man to get up… and that man is Stone Zellor! The champion with a toe-kick, Moose Jaw Driver — No, Stone wriggles free and drops behind Roberts!
The champ turns around

PIMP SLAP!

Roberts spins woozily, leaving him in prime position to be SPIKED into the canvas by The Show’s Reverse STO! The Show covers, one, two, Stone pulls The
Show off. Now Stone covers, one, two, The Show pulls him off.

ROB MARTINEZ: For just a moment it seemed as if these two were on the same page, but only one man can win the title shot, and that’s going to keep this
competitive. And that might be the only chance Stylin’ Kyle has!

REX CALIBER: One way or another, Roberts is goin’ down tonight! Even if I have to do it myself!

ROB MARTINEZ: Why would tonight be any different from the last six hundred times you wrestled Roberts?

REX CALIBER: Watch it, Robbie!

The Show shoves Chad down and goes back to Roberts. Grabbed and turned around, PIMP SLAP — WHAM. STONE is rocked back and his heels courtesy of one HELL
of a right hand by the Kentucky native. And then The Show tackles Stone down, raining down rights and lefts to a pop? Well the fans are happy to see Stone
get his. Chad gets off his man, looking out at the crowd with an intense expression. He pulls Stone up and fires him into the ropes, then runs himself.
Wait! Lady Sparks grabs Chad’s ankle, holding him up. Stone with a high-knee catches Chad and dumps him through the ropes, though Chad remains on the apron.
Stone is mighty pleased with himself. Meanwhile, Stylin’ Kyle Roberts has rolled to the floor. He’s realized Stone and Chad are occupied, and takes a seat
next to Jenny Jersey. Is he trying to get her phone number (again)?

Chad on the apron, Stone grabs a handful of hair. Looking to bring the man in the hard way, The Show blocks. Stone hits him, tries again, but Show gets
a leg in the ropes to prevent the suplex. Finally he fires back! Series of shots to the side of the ribs, until finally Stone releases. The Show stuns
the man with a forearm! Stone is staggered, as The Show leaps to the top rope — bounces and TURNS in mid-air before springboarding off with a moonsault
INTO the inverted DDT!

ROB MARTINEZ: He calls that SHOWTIME!, and that could be all in any other match. But The Show knows that pinning Stone Zellor, while it would win him the
match, won’t get him the World title shot!

REX CALIBER: Look at Roberts, out there trying to hide, that’s your champion?

ROB MARTINEZ: I just think he’d give up after Jenny’s shot him down so many times.

Jenny is rolling her eyes at some bad pick-up line from Kyle as The Show slides to the floor. He isn’t here for fun and games! But Kyle isn’t REBEL champ
on a fluke, and he blocks Chad’s first shot, then gets a knee into the man’s stomach. Roberts sends The Show face-first into the STEEL ringpost! “‘scuse
me,” Roberts says to Jenny Jersey as he reaches past her to grab…

THE RING BELL

DING!

The Show has rolled back into the ring, where Stone Zellor is in a corner seemingly out of it. Roberts steps through the ropes and holds his favorite weapon
high. The Show is slow to his feet… and he’s busted open! The Show has been busted open from the steel ring post, and that’s not all. Roberts readies
and lunges for the “DING” — The Show moves! Roberts off-balance, WAIT A MINUTE! WHAM! Stone Zellor CLOCKS him from behind with the Heritage Title belt!
Roberts crashes to the canvas, and then Stone wields the weapon against The Show. Kurtis has enough presence of mind to duck the shot, and then DDTS Stone
into the mat on the reverse! The Show shakes away the cobwebs, realizes Roberts position, then leaps to the ropes for the BEST

MOONSAULT

EVER!!!

NAILS IT! ONE! TWO! THREEEE—

ROBERTS KICKS OUT!

ROB MARTINEZ: A near, NEAR fall, I don’t know how Roberts was able to get out of that one! Not after that belt shot!

REX CALIBER: He’s on the horse steroids, Martinez.

ROB MARTINEZ: Put your biases against the man aside for one night and offer some USEFUL color!

REX CALIBER: You want color? How about the color The Show’s wearing, and Kyle’s got comin’ from the back of his head? Stone split him open!

Show grabs Kyle by the hair, he’s calling for the CK FINALE! Has the man set up BIG BOOT STONE! Zellor flies in and clocks Chad right in the teeth. He grabs
the man by the back of the trunks and tosses him to the floor, then looks for Kyle. Double arm DDT impales the champion, and then it’s Stone’s turn to
go up top! Here it comes! DIVING HEADBUTT…

CONNECTS!

Stone hooks the leg, gasping, and it’s ONE! TWO! THREEEEEEE—

THE SHOW breaks it up with a running kick! Oh MAN! The Show LAUNCHING brutal kicks into Stone’s mid-section! Show’s turn to toss Stone to the outside. To
the apron, PRIME TIME SPLASH coming up Stone shakes the ropes! Show loses his balance and crashes to the floor, clipping his chin on the edge of the apron
on the way down. Stone stomps him on the floor, this match is getting more vicious by the minute. A shot at the REBEL title is on the line, and Stone Zellor
won’t let anybody keep him from MORE gold. He slides back into the ring and sees a rising Stylin’ Kyle feeling the open divot in the back of his head.
Kyle holds his hands in front of him.

There is blood on his hands. Blood on the hands of the man.

His face… changes. Here comes Stone! Toe-kick! He hooks onto Scar — Roberts ROARS and charges into the corner, ramming Stone backfirst into it! Stone
tries to hold on, Roberts lifts him and RAMS him again! Stone leaves it this time as Roberts starts wailing away with stiff, sick shots in the corner.
Stone is being pounded brutally. Roberts finally relents at the referee’s insistence, only to retrieve the weapon he had earlier. The ring bell is in his
bloody hands. Stylin’ Kyle strides in and BLASTS Stone on the top of the head with it.

DING.

ROB MARTINEZ: The champion is metamorphosing into The Man With The Blood On His Hands! You saw the way his face changed when he saw the blood…!

REX CALIBER: All I know is that this is bad news for Stone Zellor, cos The Man With The Blood On His Hands has crippled other wrestlers!

Stone collapses down. The champion stares down at his red red hands, breathing heavily through clenched teeth. He yells in fury, then grabs Stone and locks
in the BEAR-TAMER. Stone cries out in pain as Roberts cinches it in, knee into the back, damn near breaking Stone in half. Stone is just about to tap…
when The Show storms back into the ring!

But Roberts will not be denied.

He lets Stone go and takes The Show down with swift suddenness. And just like that – THE SHOW IS IN THE BEAR-TAMER. Roberts wrenches back, mouth open and
a twisted mask of blood and rage! The Show’s face is a mask of blood and PAIN!

ROB MARTINEZ: The Show has tapped out to this hold before, that’s how Kyle won the title back from him! How long can he hold on?

Roberts again yelling with inarticulate rage. Stone is in a corner, trying to get up, but he’s still trying to get his wits about him. Meanwhile Show is
trying to crawl, trying to reach to the ropes. Roberts doesn’t want to even move, and Show looks like he will tap out… no! He clenches his outstretched
hand into a fist and makes one final effort… and makes the ropes.

Too bad Kyle doesn’t feel like letting go.

Referee Dale McDonald tells Kyle to break the hold, Chad’s in the ropes, but Kyle won’t have any of it! He continues to apply the pressure, McDonald warning
him that a submission won’t count if the man is in the ropes. There are no DQs in REBEL, he can’t get DQed for not breaking, but he can’t win. Does he
even want to? Roberts has snapped! Chad continues clawing and pulling, his exclamations of pain growing louder… until suddenly, Chad is so far out that
Kyle can’t keep ahold of the move. Chad drops to the ring apron as the grip is lost. Roberts looks down, ready to go after Chad, when Stone attacks him
from behind! Zellor lifts a knee into Kyle’s chest, then clotheslines him down. That’s it! Stone quickly to the top, and NAILS a rising Roberts right in
the face with a missile dropkick! He covers!

ONE!

TWO!

THKICKOUT!

Stone looks at the referee, “dat was three man!” McDonald affirms that it was only two. Stone picks Roberts up LIFT UP! Roberts with a sudden burst has
Stone on his shoulders!

MOOSE JAW DRIVERRRRR!

ONE!

TWO!

TH—

STONE GETS THE SHOULDER UP!

Now it’s Kyle’s turn to be in disbelief. That was three! Only two. Only two. Roberts hits the ropes, POLAR-IZER! That puts Stone down hard, and here we
go!

ONE!

TWO!

TH—

The Show makes a last second save! He grabs Kyle, chopping away. Irish whip, reversed! The Show at a run, but he catches Kyle with a FRANKENSTEINER —
No.

Kyle sits down and latches on the Bear-Tamer! The Show is trapped again in the middle of the ring!

CLANG

Stone Zellor with a chair shot right to the back of Roberts, and that breaks up the hold. Roberts sags, what energy he had mustered seems gone. He turns
around to face Stone, scooped up…

TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER!

Stone covers! That’s all! ONE!

TWO!

THREE—

The Show breaks it up with a RUNNING SHOOTING STAR! Where the hell did he get the adrenaline? Wait a minute! The Show baseball slides Stone OUT of the ring
and hard into the guardrail! In the ring, Stylin’ Kyle is getting up, a dazed look on his face. Does he even know where he is?

The Show does.

TOE-KICK

CK FINALEEEEEEEEE…

CONNECTS!

THE SHOW COVERS! ONE!

TWO!

THREEEEE! Stone tries to dive into the ring TOO late!

JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner, “THE SHOW” CHAD KURTIS!

ROB MARTINEZ: One hell of a match-up, but next week… The Show gets another chance to take the title back! And this time, he is going into the contest
holding a legitimate pinfall, right in the center of the ring in a hard-fought match-up, on the champion!

REX CALIBER: Damn! I thought Stone had it!

ROB MARTINEZ: Zellor brought his A-Game, I wouldn’t expect to see him too far from the World Title picture… Adam Davis laid out a challenge to the man
who didn’t win this match for a #1 Contender’s Cup shot, so make that what you will.

REX CALIBER: Adam Davis is REBEL’s only REAL champion! At least, until The Show takes Kyle’s championship next week.

ROB MARTINEZ: The Show stands triumphant tonight, and you have to believe he has the momentum going into his title shot next week. For Rex Caliber, this
is Rob Martinez. This has been WINTER BLAST, good night!

Stone Zellor is being consoled by Lady Sparks on the outside. In the ring, The Show Chad Kurtis stands over Stylin’ Kyle Roberts, holding the World Title
belt. He drapes it across the canvas beside the champion. “Enjoy it while you can, champ.”

Next week, The Show intends to prove he’s no fluke champion. As the show fades off on the closed circuit broadcast we see a graphic that plainly says: Kyle
Roberts versus Chad Kurtis for the REBEL World Title, next week… inside a Barbwire Topped Steel Cage. Fade to black.

01/15/2008
On the DVD and on the Closed Circuit broadcast, we see the following text:

SUPREMACY is defined as “Power to dominate or defeat.” Tonight the REBEL Warriors do battle to show this Supremacy. They want to have the gold, the accolades,
and the ultimate bragging rights. Will they be successful or will they bleed only to fail? Will they emerge from the chains that hold them down, or will
the glass ceiling stay intact? Will tonight finally prove who indeed is the “best”… or will it just create more questions?

Cut to the REBEL Arena. In the ring we see Rex Caliber standing with Rob Martinez. The crowd is already chanting REBEL, REBEL, REBEL!

ROB MARTINEZ: Welcome to REBEL PRO WRESTLING!

REX CALIBER: We are broadcasting live throughout Mr. Garrett’s Adult Oriented Night Clubs in the Carolinas. And if you’re watching us now, you can’t imagine
the feeling of five hundred fans filling the REBEL Arena, and blowing the roof off this place!

ROB MARTINEZ: Tonight we have plenty of action for you.

REX CALIBER: A Submission match and TWO CAGE MATCHES!

ROB MARTINEZ: Three titles decided tonight, including one inside the cage. We got Kyle Roberts in the rubber match in his series with Chad Kurtis.

REX CALIBER: Manny X is scheduled to thrash the CABS all around the building, but he hasn’t shown up at this point. Will he make it?

ROB MARTINEZ: We hope so, but we shall see… Also on the card: the Number One Contenders Cup is on the line as Adam Davis starts his quest to make the
cup more important than the titles.

REX CALIBER: And we also get to open with a ZAMUNDA STREET FIGHT!

ROB MARTINEZ: Don’t forget that the Bluegrass Mafia are back in action!

REX CALIBER: Tonight will be a night everyone in REBEL can prove their…

ROB MARTINEZ: (interrupting) SUPREMACY!

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ROB MARTINEZ: Our first match of this evening is going to start not inside the squared circle, but outside the freakin’ building!

REX CALIBER: That’s because it’s a Zamunda Street Fight! The only way to win is by pinfall or submission!

ROB MARTINEZ: And if that wasn’t enough, this match is being shown in numerous strip clubs in the local area thanks to the wonders of closed circuit television!
REX CALIBER: Who says REBEL isn’t classy? Now let’s go outside!

The scene changes from ringside to just outside the REBEL Arena. A horde of REBEL fans are standing in a circle around the two combatants. Murcielago and
Darko. The referee asks both men if they’re ready and after getting the okay from the warriors signals for them to

GET! IT! ON!

Darko and Murcielago stride right up to each other, Darko looking up and talking smack to the larger man. Murcielago pie faces Darko away and tries for
a big right hand! Darko ducks underneath and lands a one two punch to the ribs of Murc! Another wild swing by Murc and again Darko uses his speed advantage
to avoid the shot and drive in two of his own, again to the ribs. Murc backs off and this time Darko charges in only to take a knee to the mid section
that

stops him cold! Murc drops an elbow to the back of the neck and then belts him into the crowd! Several fans go down with Prince Darko on top of them!
From the crowd Enzo appears and hands a chair to his client Murc! Darko is getting to his feet, shoving fans aside and takes a shot across his cranium!
Darko collapses again as Murc holds the dented chair above his head! From nowhere Enzo is attacked by Mr. B! Murcielago simply watches the two managers
brawl through the crowd before turning his attention back to Darko.

ROB MARTINEZ: Uh REX? What if one of those fans that Darko just kicked in the face sues REBEL?

REX CALIBER: Hey we warned ‘em! I can’t help that they’re stupid.

ROB MARTINEZ: I’ll remember that when we end up in civil court.

Murcielago drives the chair into the ribs of Darko, doubling him over. Another brutal chair shot, this one across the back, which leaves Darko on all fours.
Murc sets up the dented chair as best he can and pulls Darko to his feet. Murcielago hooks Darko and to hit his Defcon One onto the chair! At the last
second, Darko shoves him off and Murc lands hard ass first onto the pavement! Darko folds up the chair and cracks it across the back of the rising Murcielago!
A chair shot to the head from Darko! Another! Darko drops the demolished chair to the ground, hooks Murc and nails a DDT! Instead of going for a cover
Darko mounts Murcielago and starts to pound away at a cut above his right eye! Blood is gushing from the wound and Murcielago manages to shoves Darko off
of him. Darko yells for the crowd to “Move their asses!” and drags the big man to his feet.

ROB MARTINEZ: Maybe a few more security guards out their wouldn’t have hurt.

REX CALIBER: Pfffffffft, you’re such a wimp.

Darko Irish whips Murcielago into the side of a car! The alarm goes off and the fans cheer! Darko takes Murcielago and pulls him away from the car, only
so that he can sling him head first into the window! The glass spider webs but doesn’t break. Darko throws a big right hand and Murcielago drops out of
sight! Darko smashes through the glass and he howls as he withdraws his shredded right hand. Murc is back to his feet and clubs Darko with a clothesline.
As Darko is pulling himself off of the pavement, Murc reaches into the car and pulls out a shard of glass. A shard that he then proceeds to dig into the
scalp of Darko! Prince W. Darko is a bloody mess as Murcielago tosses away the glass shard. Murc pulls Darko to his feet and slams him on top of the car
hood! Darko is scrambling to get to his feet as Murcielago climbs onto the car with him. Darko is spun around and positioned for a power bomb!

ROB MARTINEZ: I hope whoever owns that car has insurance.

REX CALIBER: I kinda doubt State Farm will cover this kinda damage.

Darko drops to one knee, hits a low blow and then back drops Murcielago onto the roof of the vehicle! Darko wipes the blood from his eyes and climbs up
onto the roof with Murcielago. Darko positions Murcielago and piledrives him onto the roof of the car! Murc clutches at his neck and Darko simply shoves
him off of the car and down onto the ground. Murcielago lands hard and is still holding his neck. The referee asks if Murc wants to stop but gets kicked
away by the big man. Darko slides off the smashed car and goes for a cover! One! Two! Murcielago kicks out! Darko goes back to work pounding on the gash
above the eyes of Murc opening him up even further. Darko gets up from the mount position and yells something to the crowd. Suddenly it seems as if everyone
watching this match has a weapon!

ROB MARTINEZ: Holy Christ! We better call the cops before this gets outta hand!

REX CALIBER: You call the cops and I break your fingers!

Murcielago uses the car to pull himself up when he takes a shot with a frying pan to the ribs from Darko. Murc staggers back and plants a big boot in the
face of Darko. Someone passes Murc a stop sign! CLANG! The crowd groans as the metal sign bounces off the head of Darko! Murc is looking for more weapons
when Darko pulls a fork from his boot. Murcielago is handed a cheese grater and then goes to use it on his foe only to get jabbed in the leg with the fork!
Darko springs to his feet, grabs Murcielago in a headlock and uses the fork to dig into the soft flesh of the forehead! Murcielago drops to his knees,
reaches up with his right hand and squeezes the twigs and berries of Darko with all his might! Darko releases the hold, drops the fork and slumps against
the car looking as if someone just shot him.

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh…My. That, uh, yeah…..

REX CALIBER: Murc just copped a feel! Sicko.

Murcielago gets to his feet and bounces the head of Darko off of the car. Again the head of Darko meets the metal of the car! Before he can go for a trifecta,
Darko lands a back elbow into the jaw of Murc. Back kick to the gut of Murc puts more distance between the two men. Darko stumbles over to Murcielago and
after grabbing a handful of hair….Starts to lead him across the street?

ROB MARTINEZ: Uh, Where are they going?

REX CALIBER: Oh no way….

Cars scream to a halt as the two gore covered men stagger across the two lane street. Darko takes the time to stop and bounce Murcielago’s head off of a
Mercedes! The owner of the car sticks his head out and yells at Darko, only to take a five knuckle hello from the former Foundation member! Again Darko
grabs Murc and leads him across the street as police sirens wail in the distance.

ROB MARTINEZ: I guess I didn’t have to call the cops after all.

REX CALIBER: Ugh.

The duo have made it across the street, along with dozens of fans, and Darko tries to whip Murcielago into the side of a wall. Murc reverses it and Darko
slams hard into the concrete. Murcielago staggers over to a trash can, picks it up and hurls it at Darko who ducks out of the way. Spear from Darko puts
both men down! A police car pulls up and the fans scatter. Darko drags Murc to his feet and leads him around to the front of the building. The camera pans
up and we see in bright neon…

ROB MARTINEZ: DIXXXY’S Gentlemen’s Club!?

REX CALIBER: I LOVE that place!

Darko shoves Murcielago through the doors and we follow them inside. As the camera adjusts for the lack of light we can hear screams and tables being knocked
over. When the picture comes up we see Murcielago heave a pitcher of beer in the face of Darko! Murc goozles Darko and chokeslams him through a table!
The patrons are pointing to the nearby wall mounted television sets and we see a mirror image of what’s happening inside the club! Bouncers run down to
break up the ruckus and Murcielago starts throwing rights and lefts! Darko has pulled himself up and clocks a bouncer with a beer bottle to the head!

REX CALIBER: Oddly enough, this reminds me of the going away party Chris Casino gave a few months back.

Bouncers dispensed, the two men again attack each other like wild animals. Murcielago hip tosses Darko onto the main stage and follows up after him. Darko
is pulled to his feet and Murc goes for his Defcon One! Again he’s shoved off and this time he smashes face first into the dancers pole! Darko rolls him
up from behind! One! Two! Murc kicks out!

REX CALIBER: Murc kicked out at the main stage!

ROB MARTINEZ: This is so past normal.

Darko pulls Murc to his feet and throws him off of the stage! Murcielago takes out a pair of tables (and a waitress) and a bloody and battered Prince Darko
slowly makes his way down to the floor. Darko is pulling Murcielago to his feet and locks in his Zamunda Driver! It’s blocked! Darko goes for it again
and Murc manages to block the move again. only this time he reverses it into a backdrop with him on top of Darko! One! Two! Darko kicks out! Murcielago
and Darko are both slow to their feet but it’s Murc who lands first with a stiff forearm shot to the head! Darko goes stumbling off in the direction of
the main dance stage and Murcielago is all to eager to shove him onto it. A crowd has gathered at pervert row as the beautiful woman have been replaced
by two bloody men who also happen to be on the clubs television screens. Defon One by Murc!

ROB MARTINEZ: It’s over!

One! Two! Thr – NO! A kickout!

ROB MARTINEZ: It’s not over!

Murcielago pulls Darko to his feet and plants him center stage with his Drop Top! A hook of the leg and the referee counts!

One!

Two!

Three!!!

REX CALIBER: What? That wasn’t supposed to happen! A street fight ends in the street not in, oh forget it.

ROB MARTINEZ: Darko just lost in maybe the most bizarre street fight I’ve ever called!

The referee holds up the arm of Murc and the patrons flood the stage with singles!

REX CALIBER: He might have gotten past Darko but Young will finish off Murcielago later tonight!

ROB MARTINEZ: After all the damage we’ve seen here I wouldn’t doubt that for a minute!

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JENNY JERSEY: The following contest is one fall and is for the Number One Contender’s Cup!

”This Is The New Shit” by Marilyn Manson starts booming through the speakers and Adam Davis comes out from behind the curtain, Number One Contender’s Cup
in hand. He gets showered with boos, but doesn’t care… he, Adam Davis is the only one that matters.

JENNY JERSEY: On his way to the ring, weighing in at roughly two-hundred and forty pounds, from Detroit, Michigan… “THE ICEMAN” ADAM DAVIS!

Adam climbs into the ring and hands the cup to the referee and eyes the entrance.

”Home” by Breaking Benjamin replaces Adam’s theme and out comes the Rainman. His eyes are fixated on Adam Davis and the only thing going through his mind
is winning the Number One Contender’s Cup.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing second, weighing in tonight at two-hundred and twenty-one pounds and from an unknown location…CLAUDE “RAINMAN” HIGGINS!

Claude climbs onto the apron and stares Adam Davis down. He then climbs in and walks to his respective corner…

And the bell sounds.

Right at the start the two men walk to the middle and exchange a few words and instantly tie-up. Claude, having a size advantage, does not gain any momentum
and Davis pushes him off. Adam smiles and Claude rushes. Adam drops Higgins with a drop-toe hold and quickly goes for the knee. He hits a couple of stomps
to the knee and quickly goes for Grave Pain but Higgins pushes him off. Claude back to his feet goes for a tie-up but meets Adam’s knee. Adam then slaps
him in the face and laughs. Claude gets angry and throws a right which is easily ducked and turns against him. Davis easily takes him down with a back
suplex and jumps right back at the knee. After a few stomps he goes for Grave Pain and Higgins pushes him off, seemingly anticipating the move.

REX CALIBER: Adam Davis is one cocky dude.. But against Higgins, who wouldn’t be?

ROB MARTINEZ: I wouldn’t underestimate, or anyone on this roster.

Adam Davis doesn’t even seem to be taking the match seriously and slaps Higgins across the face once more as he’s getting up. Higgins is starting to catch
on to Davis’ plan and doesn’t strike instead, he stands back, waiting for Davis to make the first move. Davis shrugs and climbs out of the ring and dares
Claude to come out. Higgins just laughs at Davis’ attempt to trick him so Davis rolls into the ring and slaps him once more. Higgins tries his hardest
to keep his composure so Adam slaps him again. Claude snaps and rushes. A knee by Davis causes Higgins to fall to his knees and get slapped again! Higgins
bounces up and hard right connects on Adam! The smirk on Adams face vanishes and he takes another right to the face. He doesn’t stagger whatsoever, he
simply stands his ground and stares Higgins directly in the eye. Higgins with a right…It’s ducked and back suplex by Adams! Adams jumps over to the head
of Higgins and applies a side headlock. Higgins gets to his feet but Adams grounds him with a side headlock takedown. He applies pressure on the headlock,
lets go, and jumps right back onto the leg! He stomps it and as Higgins prepares for the Grave Pain, Davis kicks him in the face knocking him flat on his
back.

REX CALIBER: There he goes copying moves again… backfired this time!

Davis grabs a handful of Claude’s hair and drags him to the bottom rope, draping him over, throat first. He then places a boot to the back of the head and
chokes Claude. Claude struggles but it’s futile, Davis roll out of the ring and gets eye level with Claude. He’s yelling and Claude looks up and spits
in his face! Adam laughs and plants him with a hard right that stuns Higgins. Davis quickly turns around and snatches a chair from a crowd member. HARD
chair shot to the head of Higgins! The impact causes the man to bounce back into the ring and Davis slides back in. CHAIR to the knee of Higgins. Davis
is digging the chair into the knee now and Claude is in excruciating pain! He manages to kick Davis away and get to his feet. Davis throws Higgins the
chair, Higgins catches it and SUPERKICK! Higgins is knocked flat on his back and might as well be out cold!

ROB MARTINEZ: It might end early.

Adam is circling the downed Claude, most likely plotting his next move, Higgins is coming to and he tries a kick to the face! Davis, blocks it and walks
over to the corner and takes off the turnbuckle padding. He brings Higgins back to his feet and drags him to the corner…FACE! TURNBUCKLE! Higgins’ skull
bounces off and he falls to the mat! Adam grabs Higgins hair and brings him up to his feet. Higgins is groggy…It’s time! COLD SHOULDER! It’s over! Adam
gets a sloppy cover.

ONE!

TW-FOOT ON THE ROPE!?

Davis mis-judged Higgin’s height and literally Cold Shoulder’d him onto the ropes! Davis is up to his feet and arguing with the ref. Higgins isn’t moving.
Davis grabs Claude by the hair and drags him to the center of the ring. Cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THRE- HIGGINS GOT THE SHOULDER!

REX CALIBER: Damn near the end of the match.

Adam Davis looks up at the ref and mouths “are you fucking kidding me?” The ref says it’s a two, Davis looks down at Higgins and shrugs. Right hand to the
temple of Higgins! And another! Another! Another! One more? Of course! Davis is just pounding away at the head of Higgins and brings him back to his feet.
Side Russian Legsweep! Davis brings him back up…Snap Suplex! Brings him up again…Vertical Suplex! Brings him up again and T-Bone suplex! Davis is just
hitting every move in the book! He grabs the chair from earlier and CHAIR to the back! Higgins spasms and Adam lifts Higgins to his feet. SNAP DDT onto
the chair! Davis lifts him up…IMPLANT DDT into the chair! Higgins is busted open! Davis sets the chair up and lifts Higgins back to his feet…Another
DDT…HIGGINS LIFTS DAVIS TO HIS SHOULDERS! COLD SHOUL-REVERSED! Davis knows his move and slides off the back of Higgins and shoves him into the turnbuckle!
Higgins hits hard on the exposed turnbuckle and stumbles back into Davis…Davis turns him around and CLARITY! ON THE CHAIR! Higgins falls limp and Davis
sits down on the chair for a moment. He laughs and covers Higgins once again, making sure his feet are off the ropes.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

ROB MARTINEZ: It’s over. Claude stood no chance. Adam was there to out-smart him every chance he had and not even Higgins advanced learning could of helped
him there. Davis wins the match and retains his Number One Contender’s Cup.

Davis climbs out of the ring and makes his way to the back. Higgins lays unmoving in the ring.

REX CALIBER: Claude may need some medical help because he definitely won’t be getting up any time soon.

Higgins is still barely stirring from the after effects of Clarity. “This Is The New Shit” continues to play in the background as Davis celebrates in the
ring, posturing to the fans.

REX CALIBER: Damn, he made some quick work of The Rainman. The only thing raining in this match was moves out of Davis’ arsenal.

ROB MARTINEZ: Hey now, at least Higgins had the guts to step up and take his shot at the Cup.

REX CALIBER: If you would want to call it that.

Davis reaches through the ropes, and demands to be handed a microphone and his Contenders Cup. The crowd shares their thoughts. Fairly mixed, but Davis
shoots them a look as if he is being booed out of the joint. Mic in hand, Davis cocks a grin.

ADAM DAVIS: You know..I volunteered to put my cup on the line against the first challenger that stepped up. When I said that, I had allusions of guys who
were willing to give me a fucking challenge, but then I was greeted by you, Higgins. You know what? You don’t deserve to be in my ring, get the fuck out.
Higgins is gingerly trying to get his bearings, but shoots Adam a look. His hopes are dashed, and it seems he is ready to just leave the ring and avoid
much more disgrace. Before he can full step through the ropes, Davis tosses down the mic, and charges, kicking the ducking Higgins square in the temple.
The Rainman falls to the floor.

REX CALIBER: I guess that’s one way of helping a fellow wrestler exit.

Just as he starts to even try and stir, Higgins is already being kicked numerous times by The Iceman. By now, the fans are growing a little upset, and being
to show their displeasure, but it seems to only push his violence further.

ROB MARTINEZ: Come on! I think he’s had enough. The point has been made.

Adam spits on the downed Higgins, screaming at the REBEL newcomer, but then picks him up, only to prop him against the ring. Davis takes a few steps to
the right and pauses.

ROB MARTINEZ: Good god! He is actually measuring him up, this is sick!

REX CALIBER: Look out, here he comes!

Davis charges at Higgins, leaps and drives his elbow into the face of Higgins, who once again collapses. Davis continues his tirade, but drags the prone
Higgins over to the ring steps and begins to slam his elbow into the steps repeatedly. The sick thuds are echoing throughout the arena and only the jeers
of the fans help nullify the sound.

ROB MARTINEZ: I think the damage has been done already.

REX CALIBER: You heard him this week in this promos, Davis is sick and tired of dealing with men who don’t give the company or his Contenders Cup the respect
it deserves. I wouldn’t be surprised if this wasn’t a message for any man in that back who wouldn’t be able to fight him in a good fight. I just hope Murcielago
pisses him off, I wouldn’t mind seeing his elbow scrambled like this.

Davis then pulls Higgins arm to the left, and then wraps it around the ring post, and all Higgins can do is scream in horror. Not to be outdone, Davis slides
Claude’s elbow between the ring post and the steps. He walks over to the nearest guardrail, and hops up and stands up. The fans to his back are eagerly
wanting to push him off.

ROB MARTINEZ: Please, you can’t be serious!

With a leap, Adam Davis dives off the rail with all his might, and uses all of his momentum to dropkick the stairs, which instantly slam and crunch into
the already injured elbow of Higgins. Those close enough hear a sick crunching noise, and finally Davis ends his assault.

REX CALIBER: Ouch..I think its over at least, he’s already back in the ring with the microphone.

Red in the face, Davis’ frustration can be heard through his words.

ADAM DAVIS: NOW, next time one of you motherfuckers decide to step to me, you better make god damn sure you come correct. I would offer MY cup to the next
challenger, but I know some waste of semen like that bitch over there could come barreling through from the back to ruin things..Therefore, I will do something
that apparently this company’s bitch ass top champion doesn’t have the balls to do.

REX CALIBER: Please be to cripple Murcielago. Please be cripple Murcielago.

ROB MARTINEZ: After his actions, I wonder if he wants to defend his cup in a match with a nursing home, and enough about Murcielago, don’t you have faith
in the two matches he already has to endure.

REX CALIBER: That bitch is lucky he survived Mr. Mexico, let alone Young AND Darko.

Davis is enjoying some of the heated reactions from the fans, as he smiles, and walks over to lift his Contenders Cup and kiss it.

ADAM DAVIS: Like I was saying…Since Roberts has yet to really make his belt worth a thing, then I will make the Cup something to be proud about. That’s
right, I am defending it on the very next show against one of the men who are actually towards the top of the official REBEL Pro rankings. I didn’t want
to have to choose, so instead, I am proud to challenge the winner of tonight’s match between Murcielago and Thomas Young. The winner of that fight should
rightfully be the second ranked man in this company, and I want to beat the shit out of either to help continue my reign of success as the holder of the
Contenders Cup. Get used to only the best matches for the Cup because I will be demanding that at least one prize in this company is given the respect
and effort it deserves. Only the best man around will get their mitts on this bad boy.

The boos continue as Davis kisses the cup one more time before exiting out to “This Is The New Shit.” The crowd jeers at Adam, especially after he flinches
at the injured Higgins, who is being helped by paramedics at ringside.

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JENNY JERSEY: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall, and is for the REBEL Pro World Tag Team Championships. Making their way to the
ring–

Jenny is interrupted by the sounds of “Censored Truth” by Naked Aggression. Yes, C.A.B.S. is coming down to the ring, and they don’t look happy. The fans
don’t look happy either, cursing and shouting at the most hated tag team in REBEL Pro. The hate just rolls right over Ace, Steven, and Rosie, though, and
they stand in the middle of the ring, Ace gesturing to Jenny for the microphone.

ROB MARTINEZ: C.A.B.S. is in the ring, Rex, and they don’t look happy about things.

REX CALIBER: You know, in my day, the champions came out SECOND, to soak up all that extra glory. These C.A.B.S. guys do everything ass-backwards.

ROB MARTINEZ: Maybe they have something to say about their tag-team opponents tonight, Rex. We haven’t heard from or seen Manny X or his “mystery partner”
at all this past week.

Ace finally gets his microphone, and addresses the crowd.

ACE ADAMS: Now, I’m sure you idiots were looking forward to seeing Manny X and whatever piece of garbage he managed to haul out of the bins behind the Bingo
Hall. But that’s not happening. Manny X isn’t here tonight, and that means only one thing. It means–

But the crowd starts chanting at him, drowning him out. “EL ASESINO LOCO! EL ASESINO LOCO!” Ace starts turning red in the face, and Steven

takes the microphone
from him.

STEVEN WYLDE: SHUT UP YOU MISCREANTS! The fact of the matter is that C.A.B.S. is the best tag team in REBEL Pro, we’re the tag team champions, and that
no-talent Manny X is AFRAID of facing us. So since we don’t have any opponents here tonight, we win by default! And that means we RETAIN these titles.
Ring the damn bell!

The crowd’s booing only intensifies, as C.A.B.S. hold their title belts up and mock the crowd. Rosie Cheeks starts screaming at the timekeeper’s table “RING
THE BELL!” It’s chaos. It’s pandemonium. And then, it gets even worse.

“BAD BOYS, BAD BOYS!” Joey Malone comes out from the back, microphone in one hand, hockey stick in the other. He looks pumped.

JOEY MALONE: Hold on there, folks! My tag team partner’s not here right now, but I don’t need Manny X to pin you guys again!

ROSIE CHEEKS: YOU’RE the mystery partner!?!

JOEY MALONE: You’re damn right I am! When Manny X asked me to partner up with him last week, of course I said yes. The Bad Boy couldn’t wait to tangle with
C.A.B.S. again! That is, of course, unless you guys are…chicken!

Ace, Steven, and Rosie all look surprised at each other, but then break out laughing.

STEVEN WYLDE: Okay, Joey, you got it. One night only, because you demanded it, Joey Malone and C.A.B.S. in a handicap match!

REX CALIBER: This isn’t smart at all, that win last night went straight to his empty head… straight to it!

The crowd pops, the bell rings, and Joey Malone runs down to ringside, sliding into the ring and taking a swing at Steven Wylde with the hockey stick, but
from the apron Ace Adams quickly grabs it out of his hands and throws it out of the ring. Joey stands still, shocked, and Steven Wylde rushes at him–SPEAR!
Joey Malone was nearly speared back to Canada, and Steven Wylde saunters over to his corner to tag in Ace Adams. Joey Malone struggles to his feet, and
Ace hits a quick elbow to the back of Joey’s head, then scoops him up, no wait, Reverse DDT! Ace Adams laughs as the crowd starts booing, giving Joey a
little time to crawl to the edge of the ring, trying to grab some kind of foreign object. But Ace gets to him just before he rolls out of the ring and
hauls him to his feet, then whips him into C.A.B.S.’s corner. Quick body splash and Steven Wylde gets tagged in, and starts firing lefts and rights at
Joey Malone.

ROB MARTINEZ: Malone’s got NO chance here, folks. I mean, even WITH a partner, he probably wouldn’t have a chance.

REX CALIBER: That little fucker’s got heart. Too bad he doesn’t have any talent.

In a matter of minutes Joey Malone has become C.A.B.S.’ punching bag, but they don’t want to get the pin that quickly. They want to make up for their loss
last week to him and Kyle Roberts, and now they’re toying with him, letting him get a little breathing room to get a steel chair from the outside, then
Steven Wylde spins him around so he drops the chair, dropkick from Ace Adams! There’s no way Joey Malone’s walking away from this one.

“WE’RE NOT GOING TO TAKE IT!!”

COMMISSIONER WARREN comes from the back, a microphone in hand, and everyone in the ring (except poor, stunned Joey) turns to look at the curtain. The crowd
goes APE FECES! Warren flashes a huge grin, then starts talking.

WARREN: Whoah, whoah, whoah, dudes! Strange things are afoot at the REBEL Arena! That is majorly heinous, pounding on Joey Malone like that. He’s just tryin’
his best, and you two douches can’t cut him any slack? BOGUS, DUDES!

Ace and Steven start screaming at Warren to leave, but Warren’s not done yet.

WARREN: Well dudes, I don’t wanna bust up your party…but I’m gonna. See, I was just finishing up my Big Gulp backstage, and then I saw what you guys were
doing. It’s not cool, guys. So I decided something. And I’m just saying, that as my last official act as commissioner of REBEL Pro…I’m gonna be Joey’s
tag team partner tonight! So start the match again, ‘cuz Warren’s comin’ to town!

And with that, he takes off for the ring at breakneck speed; Ace and Steven stumble away from Joey Malone, and Warren gets in the ring, looking like he
could take on both C.A.B.S. members at once. But this is a tag match, so as Joey Malone crawls over to his corner, Steven Wylde steps out into the center
as Ace Adams smiles and heads to the apron. Wylde and Warren square off, one, two, three, four steps, then go for the lock-up. Steven Wylde is easily out-muscling
Warren, but Warren’s as slippery as a heat-lamp hot dog, and he goes for the quick DDT, then climbs up to the top rope for a Super Big Gulp…AND HITS
IT! Full rotation, perfectly executed, and Steven Wylde’s SQUISHEE’D. Warren goes for the pin, but Ace breaks it up at two, then hurries back to his corner.
Warren shouts at him “Not cool, dude!”, but then goes back to Steven. He whips him into the far ropes, toes for the springboard cross-body, nails it! Not
going for the pin, though, he lifts Wylde to his feet, but Wylde fires off with a hard right and nails Warren, who stumbles back, SPEARSPEARSPEAR! A desperation
move from Steven Wylde, and now both opponents are laid out on the floor. The referee starts the double-count-out, but Steven Wylde’s up at three, crawling
over to his corner, while Warren just lies there on his side. Steven tags in Ace, who struts over to Warren–roll-up! Warren was just conserving his energy,
and now here’s the pin attempt, one, two, kick-out at three. Ace and Warren stare at each other, a big sloppy grin on Warren’s face. But it’s not just
because he caught him off-guard. It’s because Joey’s creeping up behind him with a chair. Ace is no dummy, though, and whirls around to nail Malone with
a kick to the gut, and he falls to the ground, the chair clattering to his feet. Warren’s up to his feet, but Ace nails him with the Brainbuster, and both
men are out in the ring. Ace goes to cover Warren…but then reconsiders.

And he goes back to pick up the chair.

The crowd is SCREAMING, so loud that Ace can’t hear Steven and Rosie shouting at him to put the chair down. He lifts the chair over his head, about to smash
it into Warren’s face, and then he realizes what he’s doing. He turns to his corner, but Steven and Rosie aren’t there. They’re halfway up the aisle, walking
to the curtain. Ace calls out after them to stay, but they don’t even turn their heads to acknowledge him. Ace’s face screws up into a grimace, turning
red, and he lifts the chair again…but Joey Malone from behind with an axe handle to the back! Ace drops to one knee, and Joey drops him with a DDT. Ace
is on the mat, and Joey goes to help his tag team partner up. It’s Ace Adams in the handicap match now, against Joey Malone and Warren. Ace gets to his
feet, and rushes at Joey, who quickly rolls out of the ring, so he turns back to Warren, who’s already running at him–FACEBUSTER! Ace is down, and Joey’s
coming back into the ring. With the ring bell. Ace gets to his feet, Joey swings with all his might, and just barely connects with Ace’s jaw, spinning
him back to Warren. Anyone hungry? Because Warren’s going for the Microwave Burrito Buster! Ace Adams is down, but there’s no pin. Joey Malone locks on
the BearTamer, and Ace Adams is gritting his teeth, trying not to tap out. That is, until Warren applies the Camel Clutch. Ace holds out for…about one
second. Then he cries out “I GIVE UP! I GIVE UP!”

JENNY JERSEY: And here are your winners..and NEW REBEL PRO WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS… WARREN AND JOEY MALONE!!!

C.A.B.S. are shattered. Ace Adams is broken. Joey Malone is stunned. Warren is crowd-surfing. Anything can happen in REBEL Pro! Warren and Joey Malone just
shocked the WORLD!

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JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, I have been asked to announce that Adam Davis has challenged the winner of the next match to fight him at Winter Blast
for the Number One Contender’s Cup. On February sixth, you will either see Thomas Young or Murcielago faces Adam Davis!

And now, our next match. It is scheduled for one fall, and the only way you can win is by making your opponent submit.

Introducing first, weighing in at two hundred and forty five pounds! He is from Hollywood, Florida, and he is accompanied by his brother, Jeff James! This
is THOMAS YOUNG!

To the sounds of Demon Hunter, Thomas Young enters the ring to a mixed reaction. A towel draped around his neck, he doesn’t acknowledge the fans that boo
him.

REX CALIBER: I was talking to Thomas Young backstage, and he was telling me that he’s been working on his submission moves all week!

ROB MARTINEZ: Did you talk to Murcielago as well?

REX CALIBER: Why would I do a stupid thing like that? Dude wants to kill me!

“Da Graveyard” starts to play, and some people cheer, others boo as Murcielago hits the ramp.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent! From Manhattan, New York City, he weighs two hundred and ninety-five pounds! He is MURCIELAGO!

REX CALIBER: And he’s wearing enough bandages to audition as The Mummy!

Rex is right. Murc’s got his right eye taped up, his torso bandaged, and he’s massaging his neck as he walks down to the ring, murder in his eyes.

ROB MARTINEZ: And Enzo is nowhere to be found after he was brawling with Mr. B during the Zamunda Street Fight.

REX CALIBER: It doesn’t look like Murcielago’s in any shape to be fighting Thomas Young. Which is a damn shame because the only way Murc’s going to be able
to get his hands on me is if he beats Young in this submission match!

As Murc passes the announcers desk, he takes a menacing look at Rex.

REX CALIBER: Don’t look at me, fool! Look at the man you have to beat!

Murc enters the ring, and Dale McDonald explains the rules to both men and calls for the bell. DING! Murcielago lunges at Young, who ducks out of the way
at the last second, and elbows Murc in the back, right where the ribs are taped.

ROB MARTINEZ: Smart move by Thomas Young, focusing on the injuries suffered in the Street Fight earlier tonight.

REX CALIBER: That’s why I chose him as a member of the Crimes! He’s a former REBEL tag champ! He knows enough about anatomy to make you really hurt.

Murcielago scowls in pain, and lashes around, throwing a clothesline and knocking Young down. He stomps on Young’s leg, a few times, then flips Young over,
grabbing the leg and pulling it into a single leg crab. Young pounds the mat as he tries to wriggle out of the submission hold, and Murcielago takes the
time to try to recover a little bit, conserving his strength for later on. Young manages to grab the ropes, and McDonald calls for the break. Murc shakes
his head and waits until Dale gets to the count of four before releasing his hold on the leg of Thomas Young. Murc drags Thomas into the middle of the
ring, and pulls him up. DDT drops Thomas Young back down!

ROB MARTINEZ: Well, that’s one way of taking Young down. If he’s unconscious, it’s game over.

REX CALIBER: Pppft. Like a DDT’ll knock Young out. Murcielago’s no Jake “The Snake.”

It might not knock Young out, but he’s sure feeling the effects from having his head driven into the mat. Murc picks him back up and lifts him into the
air, driving Young’s leg down onto his knee for a monster shinbreaker. Young cries out in pain, as Murcielago locks in a grapevine ankle lock. Jeff James
looks on, concerned, but he’s not entering the ring. “Come on, bro! You can beat it!” Young grabs for the ropes, but he’s not quite there. He tries dragging
himself a little closer, but it’s hard when you’ve got three hundred pounds to carry along with you. But a few inches is all Young needs, and he’s able
to finally… Get the ropes. A part of the audience cheers, as another section groans in seeing a former member of the Crimes not submit. McDonald calls
for the break, and Murcielago lets go, cursing out loud.

Murc grabs Young again and hauls him up, but Young rakes the right eye of his opponent, causing Murcielago to let go in pain. Young lays a few elbows into
the taped ribs, making Murc shudder. Young grabs the front of Murc, pushing him down towards the mat, and hits an STO Backbreaker. Murc cries out in pain,
and Young tries to lock in the Anaconda Vice. Murcielago wants no part in that, however, and powers out of the setup, throwing Young into the turnbuckle
as he tries to recover.

ROB MARTINEZ: Murcielago is definitely feeling the effects of the Street Fight. How can a man give his all in a brutal match like that, only to have a second
match in the night where he has to make a fresh Thomas Young tap out?

REX CALIBER: Hey, he put himself into this situation.

ROB MARTINEZ: What are you talking about? You’re the man who gave him two matches tonight!

REX CALIBER: The punk never had to take me up on the offer!

Young manages to recover, and runs at Murcielago at half speed, thanks to the leg wrenching, only to receive a SPINEBUSTER! Murc, very tired, rolls up Young,
waiting for a pinfall that doesn’t get counted. He clues in, and instead twists Young over into a Sharpshooter. Young is crying out in pain here, and Jeff
James is ready to roll into the ring on his brother’s behalf. Young sees him and yells at him to stay away from this. Jeff takes his brother’s advice,
but he’s not looking too happy about it. Meanwhile, Murcielago is wrenching the legs and back of Thomas Young, but Young manages, once again, to grab the
ropes! McDonald calls for the break, and this time, Murc waits until four before releasing the hold, giving Young the most damage he can.

Murc smirks, thinking it’s just a matter of time before Young taps out by one of his submissions. But right now? It’s time to tenderize Thomas. Murcielago
picks him up, with a grunt, and hauls him up for a POWERBO- Young shifts his weight, and grabs the neck, turning it into a cutter. Bam! The crowd goes
nuts for the reversal. “RE-BEL PRO! RE-BEL PRO!” Both men are on the mat, in pain. Young manages to get up first, and hooks both arms, trying to get him
into the air for a Tiger Driver.

ROB MARTINEZ: If Young can pull this maneuver off on a two hundred and ninety pound behemoth like Murcielago, I’d be amazed.

REX CALIBER: Prepare to be amazed, bitch! My boy knows what he’s doing!

Murc flips up, throwing Young over his head and onto the mat.

REX CALIBER: Lucky break.

Murc grabs Young’s hair, and throws his head under his arm, and signals to the crowd. Some cheer as Murc hits the Drop Top, his signature sit down powerbomb.
Young’s down and most likely out, and who happens to appear at the ramp and run down to ringside? Prince Darko, still in his singlet and ever-present mask.
Murc prepares to throw Young into another Sharpshooter, but Darko slides under the ring, and just at the point where Murc notices him, it’s Over and Out.
Murcielago holds his neck in pain, and Darko slides back out, where a fuming Jeff James confronts him. “What the fuck was that?” “Yo, I’m just protecting
my partner.” “He’s not your partner, and he doesn’t need protection!”

Young manages to get up, and sees the downed Murc. He sits Murc up and locks in the Anaconda Vice. Murcielago’s neck is pressured, and Murc tries his best
to get out of the hold. He struggles and struggles! And ever so softly, he drifts to unconsciousness. Dale McDonald lifts his arm. It drops. McDonald holds
it back up again and releases. It drops. Once more, the ref hold up the arm of Murcielago.

It drops.

Dale McDonald calls for the bell.

JENNY JERSEY: Your winner, by KO… THOMAS YOUNG!

Some fans boo, some fans cheer the performance that Young had. Young? All he’s concerned with is why his brother’s arguing with Prince Darko. Young rolls
out of the ring, and puts two and two together.

“Why the hell did you come out?”

“Where’s my thanks, bitch?”

“I didn’t need your fuck help!”

“Dude was big! You needed help!”

“I said, I don’t need your help, Darko!”

“YOU CAN’T WHOOP ME!”

REX CALIBER: If you’ll excuse me a sec, Martinez.

ROB MARTINEZ: Where are you going?

Rex Caliber enters the ring, where Dale McDonald has just revived Murcielago. Murc’s laying on the ground, trying to recover. Rex picks up a house microphone.
REX CALIBER: Murcielago, I put you through these two matches to see if you deserved a shot at me, and I’ve come to think that you didn’t show me enough
to get me back in this ring. There is no match between you and me! But I do have a chance for you to redeem yourself at “Winter Blast.” All you gotta do
is last 30 mins in the ring with… I’ll let you know later!

Rex drops the mic and heads back to the desk as Dale McDonald assists Murcielago out of the ring. Thomas Young and Jeff James are walking back through the
curtain, as Prince Darko follows them angrily, shouting at them.

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JENNY JERSEY: The following match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the REBEL World Heavyweight Championship! Introducing first, the challenger,
weighing in at two hundred thirty pounds and hailing from Paducha, Kentucky…”THE SHOW” CHAD KURTIS!

“Cocky” hits the speakers and out comes Chad Kurtis. He makes his way to the ring with a very confident look on his face. He slides into the ring and stands
in his corner, that look of confidence never fades even as Kyle Roberts makes his way to the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: Chad Kurtis won the World Heavyweight Championship in what has been called a cheap way. He held it for two weeks until Kyle Roberts gained
it back in a submission match. I think that Chad wants to prove that he can get the title in a real match, not after Stylin’ Kyle went an entire match
with Thomas Young.

REX CALIBER: Cheap things are always easy, but some expensive things are easy, I know from first hand experience. Chad probably wants to prove that he’s
not cheap and win back the gold.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing second, weighing in at two hundred fifty-seven pounds and hailing from Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan, he is the reigning REBEL World
Heavyweight Champion…STYLIN’ KYLE ROBERTS!

Roberts makes his way to the ring with a smirk on his face. The fans give him a great ovation, but his eyes never leave the ring and while walking to the
ring he rubs the World title that is fastened around his waist. He slides into the ring and hands the belt to referee Dale McDonald.

ROB MARTINEZ: It’s been a war of words between these two all week. Kyle Roberts has called Chad Kurtis an underachiever and has basically said that his
title reign was cheap. Chad comes into this match wanting to get the title back and prove he can achieve greatness in REBEL, but he’ll have to go through
Stylin’ Kyle first.

REX CALIBER: Chad can win this match. He just lost the last one ’cause it was a submission match. This is a singles match, Kyle is beatable!

ROB MARTINEZ: What happened in your last match against Kyle then?

REX CALIBER: SHUT UP MARTINEZ!

ROB MARTINEZ: It’s a dead topic.

The bell sounds and the match is underway. The two lock up in the center of the ring. Kyle gains the upper hand with a knee to the gut and then whips Chad
into the far turnbuckle. Roberts makes his way over to the turnbuckle and lands two right hands to the face of Chad Kurtis before he starts chopping away
at his chest. CHOP! The crowd yells out “woo” after each chop. CHOP! Kurtis’ chest is getting a bit pink where the stinging chops from Kyle Roberts are
landing. Kyle stops chopping at Chad’s chest and decides to whip Kurtis across the ring to the other turnbuckle. Whip. Reversed! Kyle Roberts gets whipped
into the turnbuckle and stumbles backwards out of it. Chad runs and grabs Kyle from behind and tries to land a German Suplex but Kyle reverses it and tries
to land one of his own. Chad hooks his leg and stops from being Suplexed. A couple of elbows from Chad to Kyle’s ribs and Chad reversed the hold again!
German Suplex! He’s landed one, can he lands all three?! Two! There’s two, and Three! Chad gets up off the mat and smiles. He heads to the turnbuckle,
BEST MOONSAULT EVER!

ROB MARTINEZ: It could be over here!

REX CALIBER: I don’t care what the move is called, I’ve seen better moonsaults. You should’ve seen me in my prime, I was able to land 900 splashes.

Chad has the pin.

ONE!

TWO!

Kick out after two. Chad scoops Kyle off of the mat and brings him to his feet. He sends a right hand to Kyle Roberts’ face and tries to land a superkick.
Kyle moves and grabs Chad’s foot. He sweeps the other leg and tries to lock in the Bear-Tamer! He’s got Chad on his stomach and has both of his legs. Chad
is scrambling to get to the ropes. Can Kyle Roberts lock it in? No, Chad Kurtis clawed his way to the ropes and was able to grab the bottom rope before
Kyle Roberts could lock in the Bear-Tamer. Roberts lifts Chad Kurtis off of the mat and shoots him into the ropes and lands a Tilt-A-Whirl Backbreaker
and Kurtis squirms on the mat holding his back. The World champ runs towards the ropes and tries for a Lionsault. Kurtis rolls out of the way! Roberts
wants to end the match now but Chad Kurtis isn’t going to lose that easily. Both men are beginning to get back to their feet and now they begin to exchange
punches. Kurtis lands a right hand, Roberts returns a right, Kurtis lands another right, and so does Roberts. Kyle sends a knee to the midsection of Kurtis
doubling him over, DDT! Roberts lands a big DDT and then a Lionsault! The match could be done here! Referee Dale McDonald goes to the mat to make the count.
ONE!

TWO!

TH–Kick Out!

REX CALIBER: C’mon Chad he’s beatable!

ROB MARTINEZ: I asked before, but not this time.

REX CALIBER: What about the other two hundred times I beat Kyle Roberts? One loss and I catch more flak than a B-24 over Germany. Damn.

The World champ looks annoyed that he cannot put away Chad Kurtis with the Lionsault and scoops him off the mat. Kyle grabs Chad’s arm and locks in a hammer
lock. Chad tries breaking the hold by sending an elbow into the midsection of Kyle but he doesn’t break the hold. He tries again and still can’t break
the hold. Chad tries an elbow again, but this time to the face of Kyle Roberts and Roberts stumbles backwards a bit and Chad breaks the hold. Chad runs
against the ropes and hits Kyle with a clothesline that sends him to the mat. Chad goes through the ropes to the ring apron and waits for Kyle to stand
up. Roberts gets to his feet and Chad jumps and lands a springboard dropkick that sends Roberts back down! Kurtis wastes no time and runs and lands a standing
shooting star press and makes a cover. Kick out at a count of two by Kyle Roberts.

ROB MARTINEZ: This match has been back and forth so far, neither man seems to have the upper hand.

Chad is on his feet and he whips the champ into the ropes and bends forward to set up a back body drop and Kyle counters with a big running DDT. Roberts
gets to his feet and Chad Kurtis uses the ropes nearby to help him get back on his feet. Kurtis is leaning on the ropes and Roberts comes running and clotheslines
him over the top rope to the floor outside. Roberts slides under the bottom rope and then lifts Kurtis off the floor and leans him against the barricade
and begins to chop away at his chest. After each chop the crowd again lets out a “woo”. Chop, chop, chop, on the bear skin of Chad Kurtis and his chest
is looking very red. Kyle grabs Kurtis by the back of the head and walks him over to the ring stairs and slams his head into the ring stairs and then whips
him into the barricade by where ring announcer Jenny Jersey is seated. Kyle walks over to Chad, who is slouched against the barricade, and chops his chest
a couple more times and then goes over and gets his favorite thing, the ring bell. Chad gains his balance and then Kyle Roberts comes in with the ring
bell, but Kurtis ducks and sends several quick right hands to Kyle’s face and Kyle drops the ring bell. Kurtis lands a couple more rights to the face and
then takes Roberts’ hand and whips him into the stairs. Kyle hits the stairs hard and flips over them head first. Kurtis goes over and rolls Kyle Roberts
into the ring. Chad whips Kyle into the ropes. Off the rebound a super kick! Kurtis lands a huge super kick on Kyle Roberts! He goes for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

THRE–FOOT ON THE ROPES!

ROB MARTINEZ: Kyle Roberts never forgets where he is in the ring. Even after he took that huge super kick he still knew where he was. Remember, smarter
than you.

REX CALIBER: I think he was just lucky. Yeah, lucky. He probably just threw his foot out there wondering if he could hit a rope, I bet he didn’t know he
was that close. He’s not THAT smart. Rob, I bet you’re smarter than…Nevermind.

Chad Kurtis thought he had the match won there. Kyle begins to get to his feet and Kurtis hits several right hands to the face. Chad whips Kyle into the
turnbuckle and then makes his way over there. He begins chopping away at Kyle’s chest now. Chop! Chop! Chop! Each chop echoing throughout the arena. Chad
stops the chops and starts laying in right hands to the face again. He lands several rights and then Roberts blocks one and returns a right. Chad lands
another right and Kyle follows it up with a right hand as well, and another. Kyle is battling his way out of the corner. He hits another right to Kurtis’
face and then bounces off the ropes and lands a clothesline sending Chad to the mat. Kyle leans against the ropes and Chad sits up on the mat and tries
getting to his feet but Kyle Roberts put him back on the canvas with a Polar-izer! Chad is down and Kyle flips him over onto his stomach and tries to set
up for the Bear-Tamer again. He’s got both legs but before he can even start the hold Kurtis scrambles to the nearest rope. Kyle looks annoyed and drags
Kurtis back to the center of the ring and tries to lock in the Bear-Tamer again. Chad rolls over onto his back and kicks Roberts in the chest with the
free foot and Kyle stumbles back into the ropes. Kurtis gets to his feet and the two lock up in the center of the ring. Kyle reverses the grapple and lands
a reverse DDT! He scoops Kurtis off of the mat and gives him a kick to the gut doubling him over. Death Valley Driver! Kyle Roberts lands a big move that
plants Chad Kurtis on the mat! Roberts runs and goes for a Lion Tamer, Chad rolls out of the way! Both men are down in the center of the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: This match is constantly back and forth. Just when it seems one man has the momentum and the upper hand he loses it and it becomes a level
playing field again. Both men are down in the ring, who’s going to get to their feet first?

The two men begin getting to their feet. Chad is on his feet first and Kyle not even a second after Chad is on his feet now as well. The two exchange right
hands to the face again. Chad blocks one of Kyle’s punches and sends a boot to the midsection doubling over the world champ. CK FINALE! Chad Kurtis just
landed the CK FINALE!

ROB MARTINEZ: The match is over right here! It’s over!

REX CALIBER: Attaboy Chad! I told you he was beatable, now just make the damn cover!

Chad stares at Kyle in the ring and hesitates to make the cover. Gloating for a minute.

Suddenly the lights go out! It’s pitch black in the arena nobody can see a thing. The lights come back on and Stone Zellor is standing in the middle of
the ring with a steel chair! Chad Kurtis and Kyle Roberts are both down in the ring and they both are bleeding. Zellor grabs Roberts’ arm and drapes it
across Chad Kurtis and the ref makes the count.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Referee Dale McDonald calls for the bell. The match is over.

JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner and still REBEL World Heavyweight Champion, KYLE ROBERTS!

Stone Zellor takes the World title belt and hoists it up high in the air above his head and he then drapes the belt across Kyle Roberts’ chest and exits
the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: We just found out today that Stone Zellor has signed with REBEL-Pro. We was sworn to secrecy and threatened with our jobs if we leaked it.
We have no idea as to why he came to REBEL, however, we can only guess after this that his lust for gold is his reason for coming here. Maybe REBEL Rules
might allow him to win the big one.

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INTERMISSION TO SET UP CAGE!

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The cage is finally set up. The fans are ready for some steel bending, bone crushing, blood letting action. There is no door on the cage, but an open space
where the door should be. Easy access for the competitors, and easy exit as well.

JENNY JERSEY: This match is the first of TWO Scramble Cage Matches. This match is the tag team Scramble Cage Match, with the winner receiving a World Tag
Team Title shot at “Winter Blast”.

ROB MARTINEZ: It’s finally time, and we have no idea the entry order. Two men start the match and then every ninety seconds a new wrestler enters the fray.
So it will indeed be the luck of the draw to see who gets his partner into the match first.

REX CALIBER: I wrestled in a similar match back in October. A Steel Cage Melee, the difference was that all the wrestlers entered the cage at the start
of the match. This one is unique, a Rumble style of feel to it. A fall won’t be counted until the last wrestler enters the ring. Hell, the referee for
this match, Jimmy Johnson won’t even enter the cage until then. Truly anything goes tonight in Raleigh.

ROB MARTINEZ: Indeed, lets find out who has what it takes to boast Tag Team SUPREMACY!

JENNY JERSEY: The first entrant is…

“Sweet Dreams” by Marilyn Manson begins to play, and out comes one half of the Deadpool, Bronx Williams. The fans give him a mixed reaction.

JENNY JERSEY: BRONX WILLIAMS!

He looks at the cage, and takes a deep breath before entering.

ROB MARTINEZ: Last week, him and his partner destroyed Team Amazing, who got released following their debut match. Can they keep it going?

REX CALIBER: Tough call, we haven’t seen them compete against really good talent yet…but that changes tonight.

JENNY JERSEY: And the second entrant in to the Scramble Cage…

“American Nightmare” by Rob Zombie plays and out walks the huge Matthew Kurtis. He gets booed heavily. He looks at the cage and smiles, then gets in.

JENNY JERSEY: THE AMERICAN NIGHTMARE, MATTHEW KURTIS!

ROB MARTINEZ: The returning Bluegrass Badass has a lot to prove.

REX CALIBER: Any ring rust you think after being suspended in both the NAPW and REBEL?

ROB MARTINEZ: If he has any, he might get it out of his system here in the first bit of this match.

Ding. The match begins and Matthew wastes little time getting in the face of Bronx Williams. Bronx attempts a punch, but Matthew catches it quickly and
lays an elbow across the face of Bronx. Matthew scoops up the dazed Deadpool member and slams him hard to the mat. He bounces off the ropes and drops a
leg across the throat/chest of Bronx. Kurtis quickly picks up Bronx and throws him into the ropes… Kurtis runs at the same time, and CLOTHESLINE FROM
KENTUCKY! Kurtis is standing tall in the middle of the ring.

From American Nightmare to, “American Idiot” by Green Day. Brent Taylor runs out and the girls go crazy for the blond heartbreaker. He wastes little time,
and gets in the ring quickly.

JENNY JERSEY: The next entrant is BRENT TAYLOR!

ROB MARTINEZ: Kurtis has showed dominance so far, but will the High Flying Daredevil take over the match?

Brent goes straight after Kurtis, as Bronx lays in a heap in the middle of the ring. Spinning wheel kick takes the big man… no not yet. It knocked him
into the cage and ropes, but it didn’t take him down. Brent then goes for a Spinning Clothesline that connects. Bronx Williams gets up as Kurtis goes down.
Brent doesn’t see Bronx. Bronx whips Brent around, throws him into the ropes and goes for his SPINEBUSTER.. BUT IT’S REVERSED INTO A DDT! All three men
are down, but Brent is getting to his feet.

“Bring Da Noise” by Public Enemy and the first full tag team will be complete. Michael Davidson walks down, and he isn’t smiling. He has a trash can full
of weapons and he leaves it on the outside of the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: The next entrant is MICHAEL DAVIDSON… The Team of IMPACT INC. is complete.

ROB MARTINEZ: This is very good for the team of Impact Inc. They can now double team guys, until another team get complete.

REX CALIBER: This Davidson guy is one crazed looking cat. He already has a steel chair in the ring.

Indeed he does, and as Bronx gets to his feet…. WHAM.. THE CHAIR BENDS OVER THE HEAD OF BRONX WILLIAMS. Taylor goes up top and Davidson picks up Bronx
Williams for an Alabama Slam… Taylor with a SWANTON BOMB… They call that combo: WITH A BULLET! Matthew Kurtis has been biding his time and gets Davdison
from behind. He twists him around and SIDE SLAM ON DAVIDSON! Taylor doesn’t like seeing his partner get planted, and attacks Kurtis. Kurtis and Taylor
are exchanging right hands. Kurtis knocks Taylor to the ground.

Johnny Cash’s “Cocaine Blues” starts up as the fans boo the younger Prescott. He runs and climbs the cage. He is up top. He jumps off trying for his Corkscrew
Clothesline but Kurtis moves, and Prescott hits hard.

ROB MARTINEZ: He entered so fast, Jenny Jersey didn’t have time to announce him, but that’s Grayson Prescott laying in the middle of the ring.

REX CALIBER: That was one fucked up move he just tried, and failed it miserably.

Kurtis picks up Grayson and is going for the Bluegrass Bomb. Davidson grabs something out of the trash can near the doorway of the cage. He has a golf club.
Grayson is POWERBOMBED out of his boots, but a second later Matthew Kurtis gets nailed in the back with the club. Bronx is getting up and Taylor is waiting
for his chance… STEP UP ENZIGURI! Kurtis and Davidson are battling. They exit the ring and are on the outside. Davidson gets a fork from a fan at ringside
and STABS THE FOREHEAD OF MATTHEW KURTIS! Kurtis is streaming blood and is down to one knee.

Justin Timberlake’s music brings out Matthew’s brother Jonothan just in the nick of time.

JENNY JERSEY: The next competitor is JONOTHAN KURTIS!

REX CALIBER: The Bluegrass Heartthrob is fighting with Davidson.

ROB MARTINEZ: Wait… what is Brent Taylor doing?

Brent Taylor climbs the to the top of the cage. He looks crazed as the crowd go apeshit crazy. He sees his partner getting ganged up on by the bleeding
Matthew and the fresh Jonothan.

ROB MARTINEZ: HOOOLLLY SHIIIIT! SUDDEN IMPACT FROM THE TOP OF THE CAGE!

REX CALIBER: All four men are down, including his partner.

REBEL! REBEL! That rings throughout the arena. Bronx is trying to get up in the middle of the ring. So does Grayson Prescott. Grayson gets nailed by Bronx.
He tries some buzzsaw kicks but most are blocked. They both go in opposite directions, bouncing off the ropes… DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE!

“The Alcoholik” by Superjoint Ritual and outcomes Ian Smith and Krusty Kid Paul. They get booed heavily, probably cause this area of the country HATES IAN
SMITH! Ian is holding the NAPW tag team championship for KKP. KKP bypasses the carnage of men on the outside of the cage and enters the cage.

JENNY JERSEY: The next entrant is KRUSTY KID PAUL!

He enters and gets hit in the head with a fist by Bronx Williams. He quickly kicks Bronx in the stomach and PILE DRIVER ON BRONX! Paul gets back up and
is attacked from behind by over anxious Grayson Prescott. He quickly turns around with a back elbow, dazing Prescott. A knee smash follows, then SPINE
BUSTER ON GRAYSON! Brent Taylor is getting up and enters the ring. He and KKP exchange words, but Taylor is getting cheered big time. They lock up and
KKP grabs a headlock and bulldogs Taylor down. Davidson is the next to enter the ring, and tries is going toe to toe with KKP.

“I Walk Alone” and out comes the huge Deacon Frost… Matthew Kurtis spots him and goes over to meet him before he enters the cage. Matthew is bleeding,
Deacon doesn’t back up and the huge men start swinging. From the crowd Jonothan Kurtis comes with a chair, trying to sneak up behind Frost. CHAIR SHOT
TO FROST! Frost shakes it off and turns around. CHAIR SHOT TO THE FACE OF FROST. He backs up some, Matthew demands the chair from his brother and BLASTS
FROST IN THE HEAD. FROST IS DOWN AND OUTCOLD! In the ring Davidson has the advantage on KKP and is digging the fork into the arm of KKP. KKP yells out
in pain.

WE FALL, WE FALL! And the crowd gives a mixed reaction to Tommy Deathrow.

JENNY JERSEY: The next entrant is THE SUPERSTAR, TOMMY DEATHROW! The Team of S.A.D is complete.

Tommy doesn’t get near the cage, but rather waits at the entrance. He gets a beer from the vendor and downs it. He gets another one… downs it. He yells
at Ian to pay the vendor, which Ian Smith quickly does. Tommy gets two more beers, just in case. In the ring Jonothan and Matthew are back in the mix,
leaving Deacon Frost unconscious. Taylor and Jonothan start battling, Taylor scoring a drop kick on the self proclaimed Hearthrob. KKP gets the fork from
Davidson as Matthew holds Davidson from behind. KKP STABS DAVIDSON ABOVE THE RIGHT EYE! Blood spurts out and gets in the face of KKP.

ROB MARTINEZ: Only one man left to enter the fray, Grayson’s brother… Alexander.

“Requeim (the Fifth)” by Trans-Siberian Orchestra starts to play. He enters through the curtain and BOOT TO THE GUT! DEATHROW DRIVER ON THE CONCRETE FLOOR!
He adds insult to the injury and TOTAL NONSTOP TOMMY! Jimmy Johnson enters the ring, to make a count if needed. Davidson is down bleeding. Matthew gets
school boy style rolled up by Taylor.

ONE!

TWO!

Jonothan Kurtis stops it. Taylor and Kurtis battle to the outside and start chopping one another. Tommy enters the ring finally. Bronx Williams receives
a DEATHROW DRIVER! Tommy throws him out through the doorway. Matthew is getting up and picks up Grayson over his head… he tosses him onto TOMMY! Grayson
hooks the leg after they fall.

ONE!

TWO!

Matthew boots him in the head. He throws Grayson into the cage. Grayson is bleeding pretty good.

REX CALIBER: Bronx is trying to get back in the ring… is he stupid?

Bronx does in fact crawl into the ring. Davidson and Tommy begin brawling in the corner of the ring. Jonothan Kurtis and Brent Taylor have brawled into
the crowd. Women are swarming them and trying to touch them as they battle. Matthew Kurtis gets hit in the balls by Grayson Prescott. He goes down hard.
Davidson and Tommy are trying to beat each other into submission exchanging fists and elbows in the corner. KKP grabs the rising Bronx Williams. He scoops
him up overhead, and DROPS HIM ON THE CORNER OF THE TURBUCKLE… ON THE RING POST.

REX CALIBER: Damn.. that’s the new Slushie move he was talking about. He even brought his right arm over to push down on Bronx’s body.

ROB MARTINEZ: Bronx is busted wide open as KKP goes for the cover.

ONE

TWO

DAVIDSON DIVES AT THEM WITH TOMMY HOLDING HIS FOOT

THREE!

JENNY JERSEY: The winners of the match, and number one contenders for the REBEL World Tag Team Titles… SEXY ADORABLE DRUNKS!

REX CALIBER: They celebrate as Ian Smith looks like he beat the New England Patriots.

ROB MARTINEZ: Ian Smith will get his chance to manage the REBEL World Tag Champs… but has to defeat the man he hates more than anyone… WARREN!

Davidson looks super pissed, as security breaks up all the mini battles going on. Deacon Frost is still out at ringside, from a chair shot by Matthew Kurtis.
S.A.D VS WARREN AND MALONE AT WINTER BLAST? My, how the tag team scene changed in one week.

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JENNY JERSEY: REBEL fans! The next match is the STEEL CAGE SCRAMBLE for the vacant Carolinas Championship!

The crowd gets rowdy rowdy bowdy bowdy! They know this is going to be a hell of a match.

JENNY JERSEY: The rules for the match are: two men start the match. Every three minutes, a new competitor enters the cage until all five men are in! Pinfalls
or submissions ONLY come into effect once all five men have entered the match. The first wrestler to score a fall by pinfall or submission will be crowned
the new Carolinas Champion! And now, introducing first…

POWERMAN 5000! What song? “Theme to a Fake Revolution” (though it’s PM5K, they mix and match pretty well ho ho ho). The fans look to the entrance way and
they see… the biggest man in either REBEL PRO or NAPW. A tall, muscular man with slicked back long dark hair, looking out over the crowd through furrowed
eyebrows.

JENNY JERSEY: Standing six-feet, eleven inches and weighing in at three-hundred forty-five pounds… from Atlanta Georgia, he is J.J. NICKELS!

The fans react mixed. For many of them, this is their first time seeing Nickels. But still others caught the match live on closed circuit at one of Rick
Garrett’s… “clubs” last week, and know what he can do. Nickels enters the ring through the door space – there is no actual door, just the opening – and
stands center ring.

His music fades off…

“Come and listen to a story ’bout a man named Jed
Poor mountaineer, barely kept his family fed!”

And the Beverly Hillbillies theme draws a pop from the crowd, the fans love the big man in coveralls coming through the curtain! Cuzin Zeke grins broadly
as he heads to the ring, swinging his trademark slop bucket in his right hand while slapping hands with his left.

JENNY JERSEY: Standing six-feet six and weighing in at two-hundred sixty three pounds… from Turkey Cross, Kentucky, he is CUZIN ZEKE!

ROB MARTINEZ: Two big men starting it off, but we still have KRENSHOV to come! If these two don’t knock the cage off before the match gets very far, that
is.

REX CALIBER: I don’t know how much scramblin’ these giants be doin’, but I do know that any of these five guys would be a good Carolinas champion, way better
than the last one.

ROB MARTINEZ: Cuzin Zeke is in the cage — and here we go Zeke and JJ Nickels squaring off! No pinfalls or submissions can count until all five men are
inside the cage… for the early entrants, the goal has to be to incapacitate an opponent to gain a later advantage!

REX CALIBER: If somebody was smart, he’d just stay out the cage til the last guy entered. Haw!

These two aren’t doing it. Two big men they lock-up! JJ Nickels with the clear size and power advantage, but Cuzin Zeke isn’t the kind of man who will back
down from a fight. JJ muscles him to the corner and hits a big knee lift into Zeke’s mid-section. Irish whip sends Zeke across the ring, no, puts on the
brakes! Nickels gets whipped… but he puts on his own brakes. Stalemate!

Zeke whoops it up, getting the crowd into things, then hits the ropes and runs right into Nickels. The bigger man barely budges. Nickels doesn’t say anything,
but the look in his eye is a clear challenge to Cuzin Zeke to try it again. Zeke off the ropes, a big shoulder block, Nickels again barely budges. Zeke
considers his options. Don’t think too hard, you’ll hurt yourself. Zeke then says “ya come on!” Nickels gives Zeke a look that says “Are you kidding?”
Zeke wants to take as good as he gives, though. Nickels takes a couple big steps to the ropes, gets momentum and shoulder blocks Zeke…

The Turkey Cross native is staggered, but holds his ground!

Nickels now feels a little fire in his belly. He tells Zeke to come at him again. Zeke with even more speed rams into Nickels, just shuddering the Hotlanta
native. JJ’s turn, off the ropes, BIG shoulderblock… Zeke almost knocked off his feet! JJ sees that, hits the ropes again and this time damn near FLATTENS
Cuzin Zeke with a powerhouse shoulderblock! Zeke hits the canvas hard, knocking the wind out of him. Nickels looks out over the crowd.

ROB MARTINEZ: The strength of JJ Nickels is impressive, as we saw last week in his match against Thomas Young.

REX CALIBER: Well it ain’t like Nickels got his ass whooped last week, Thomas Young squeaked out that win. Nickels’ got somethin’ to prove tonight alright!
Zeke is back to his feet, he tries to start brawling with JJ Nickels. Nickels unloads a big forearm and stuns Zeke, then picks his man up over the shoulder…
and delivers a running powerslam right into the center of the ring! The cage rattles upon impact, but there are no pinfalls just yet. So Nickels opts to
continue the assault, pulling a rattled Zeke up by the hair. Irish whip into the corner — wait a minute, Zeke flips himself up in the turnbuckle, doing
a head stand in the corner? Nickels isn’t sure what to make of this, so he charges in — and gets a big mule kick right to the mush! Nickels stumbles
backwards as Zeke hits the second turnbuckle, JJ turns around and takes a flying clothesline! Zeke FINALLY knocks JJ Nickels down…

Right as Jenny Jersey begins counting down to the next man. The fans join in and suddenly it’s “THREE, TWO, ONE!”

JENNY JERSEY: Now entering the cage… “Chivalric” Mason Bishop!

“Heathen Mothers” by Nata/Lee/Nasal hits the PA system as immediately we see Mercedes Bellamont. She sports a simple black dress along with a black cane
with a metallic ‘locust’ on the end. After a few brief moments, Chivalric is seen. He stands in a full black body suit, as he peers out of the mesh eyeholes
to the cage before him. He heads to the ring confidently as he makes his way into the cage.

ROB MARTINEZ: At six-feet and two-hundred eleven pounds, Bishop is far and away the smallest man in the match-up. He’s going to have to use his quickness
and a few ring smarts to make his impact in this one.

REX CALIBER: I’d like to make an impact on that chick he’s got with him…

ROB MARTINEZ: Rex, even you know that goth chicks are never that hot in real life.

REX CALIBER: Who said I was picky?

ROB MARTINEZ: Touche.

In any event, Cuzin Zeke and JJ Nickels are exchanging blows in the ropes as Bishop tries to stay out of their line of sight. Zeke has Nickels in the ropes
and looks ready to deliver a tremendous lariat — but he’s cut off by Bishop connecting with a spinning heel kick out of nowhere, stopping his momentum
the hard way.

With Zeke down, Bishop looks to JJ Nickels and suggests… a partnership, it looks like.

ROB MARTINEZ: I don’t know if I’d trust Mason Bishop as far as I could throw him, and that isn’t very far.

REX CALIBER: Why not? It’s great strategy! Nickels and Bishop team up, knock everybody else out, then fight for the title at the end.

Bishop sends a swift kick to the ribs of a rising Cuzin Zeke. Nickels seems fine with this temporary team-up, and whips Zeke to the ropes. Nickels catches
the man with a TRUTH KICK, sending him flat! And that could be it for Cuzin Zeke, because JJ Nickels picks him up for the FINAL SOLUTION Torture Rack!
There are no submissions, but Zeke may not be able to continue after enduring this…

Wait a minute! Bishop from behind on JJ Nickels, taking out the knee! Judas! Benedict Arnold! Traitor! Mason Bishop just wanted a chance to eliminate the
biggest man of the match-up. He’s all over Bishop’s knee, stomping it and trying to take it out as the crowd rains down boos. They may be unsure of JJ
Nickels, but there’s no such uncertainty about the character of Mason Bishop. He sneers at the crowd and drops an elbow across Nickels’ knee. JJ has grabbed
the ropes and is trying to pull himself up with them … with his free leg, he simply shoves Bishop away long enough to get up. Bishop comes right back,
kicking the side of the knee. Nickels swings, Bishop ducks… and then is caught off-guard by the sudden expression on JJ’s face.

An expression that reads “You forgot about someone.”

Bishop turns around slowly… and EATS CUZIN ZEKE RIGHT HAND! YAY! Nickels pops Bishop! YAY! Zeke! Nickels! Zeke! Nickels! Mason “Pinball” Bishop, ladies
and gentlemen! The double-team is on because seriously. Everybody hates Bishop. JJ Nickels picks Bishop up over his shoulder and rams him into one side
of the cage, then the other, then back again! Bishop back first into the cage several times, and now Cuzin Zeke’s turn… irish whip and Bishop hits the
ropes into the cage! He staggers out and this time Zeke grabs his man for a flapcake, face-first into the side of the cage! Mason Bishop drops to the ring
apron and scrambles out the open cage door, met by Mercedes Bellamont, shrieking with concern for her dazed man…

“FIVE! FOUR! THREE! TWO! ONE!”

“AND I AM FINALLY FREE!”

JENNY JERSEY: Now entering the cage… KRENSHOV!

REX CALIBER: Oh yeah, shit’s about to get real!

ROB MARTINEZ: He gives up two inches to JJ Nickels but has five pounds on him! The battle of the bulls is here, and… wait a minute, KRENSHOV has spotted
Mason Bishop on the outside! Zeke and Nickels have decided to renew their match inside the ring, but KRENSHOV…

A huge shadow looms over Mercedes Bellamont. She senses it, then turns around to see the massive KRENSHOV hovering over her and Mason Bishop. She yelps
and Krenshov “gently” pushes her aside. All she can do is watch as KRENSHOV hoists Bishop up in a gorilla press—

AND LAWN DARTS HIM INTO THE SIDE OF THE CAGE!

The crowd goes crazy! Krenshov roars and then enters the door! Zeke is in the corner, Nickels spots Krenshov! And the fans want to see this as Nickels and
Krenshov lock eyes… and go TOE TO TOE! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! Krenshov the fresh man drives a knee into Nickels’ gut, irish whips the man… SPINEBUSTER!
HOLY CRAP! SPINEBUSTER ON THE THREE-FORTY-FIVE POUNDER! Cuzin Zeke out of the corner with a lariat attempt, BIG BOOT! Kenny gets the size 17 up and puts
a treadmark across Zeke’s face. The crowd roars as Krenshov has cleared the ring!

Outside, Bishop is still trying to find his bearings after the beating. Inside the ring, Krenshov picks Cuzin Zeke up — but before he can get anywhere,
Nickels attacks him. Zeke falls to the side as Krenshov gets his own from JJ Nickels, who seems almost furious that he was man-handled in such a way. He
grabs Kenny by the face and runs him right into the side of the cage. That sends Krenshov down to the canvas. Before Nickels can take advantage, Cuzin
Zeke has the misfortune to get in the way. Nickels hammers him, then sets up for the Civil Disobedience powerbomb! And —

Cuzin Zeke counters by stomping on Nickels foot!

JJ hobbles around gamely as Zeke gets behind Nickels with a forearm shot, and a… BACK SUPLEX? Can he possibly? No, JJ’s too heavy… YES! ZEKE BACK SUPLEXES
JJ NICKELS! Both men are down, Krenshov is pulling himself up, Mason Bishop is still on the outside, and…

“FIVE, FOUR, THREE, TWO, ONE!”

JENNY JERSEY: The final entrant in the match… EL REY DE CORIZONES! Pinfalls and submissions are NOW IN EFFECT!

Referee Dale McDonald slides into the ring as El Rey makes his entrance, eschewing his traditional sombrero and jacket. Senora Rosa kisses him once for
good luck and then returns to the back as El Rey comes to the ring —

Bishop with a steel chair! What the crap! Mason Bishop just blindsided El Rey de Corizones and knocked his block off with a chair shot. Bishop into the
ring quickly, Krenshov is up and ready for him, but Bishop tosses the chair at him. CAUGHT — TRUTH KICK into the chair into Krenshov’s face! Cuzin Zeke
is getting up, he’s caught by Bishop for IN THE SHALLOWS! And there’s the cover, the crowd is booing one, two, Zeke kicks out! Bishop grabs the hair and
delivers some right hands, then gets back up, looking at his options. JJ Nickels is almost up, Krenshov is in the corner, busted wide open. Bishop sees
Nickels as the bigger threat and skitters behind him, looking to take out the legs again… chop block! Nickels gets sent back down, and then Bishop goes
to the turnbuckle, holding the cage for support. He dives —

And gets caught by KRENSHOV.

Kenny holds Bishop in place with his arms, and then… delivers a FALLAWAY SLAM right into the cage! Mason Bishop again meets steel the hard way!

ROB MARTINEZ: Seems to me that nobody much likes Mason Bishop in this one, not that I can blame him.

REX CALIBER: I think Krenshov wants another piece!

Kenny indeed does, grabbing Bishop and whipping him into the corner. BIG SPLASH! Kenny gets more distance, BIG SPLASH! And one more… THIRD SPLASH! Bishop
is so much putty in the corner, but before Krenshov can take advantage of it, he eats a toe-kick from JJ Nickels. Wait a minute, he can’t! Nickels trying
for the CIVIL DISOBEDIENCE on KRENSHOV? His knee is acting up, though! Wait a minute, Bishop with a sudden burst comes off the second ropes with a flying
front kick right to Nickels’ face/bulldog to Krenshov combo! Holy hell! Bishop is down as well, however…

And Cuzin Zeke is up.

He looks at the three bodies strewn. El Rey de Corizones is climbing into the ring finally. Zeke looks at four men, four potential targets, four potential
falls. But he does not go for anybody.

NO.

Cuzin Zeke begins to CLIMB THE CAGE.

REX CALIBER: Kid this ain’t an escape cage match! Hell there ain’t even a door on the thing!

ROB MARTINEZ: Four of five wrestlers are down, but Cuzin Zeke… he’s climbing all the way up to the top of the cage! What in the WORLD?!

REX CALIBER: Oh man, is he going to do what I think he is? Cos that’s crazy. HILLBILLY CRAZY.

ROB MARTINEZ: He just might be that crazy! Cuzin Zeke is standing on top of the steel cage! The crowd is on their feet! Four men are getting up in the ring…
OH MY GAWWWWD!

REX CALIBER: THAT CRAZY KENTUCKY MOTHERF—

ROB MARTINEZ: CUZIN ZEKE OFF THE TOP OF THE CAGE ON ALL FOUR MEN! TWO HUNDRED SIXTY PLUS POUNDS 12 FEET IN THE AIR! AND THIS CROWD — IS ON THEIR FEEEEET!
The familiar chant of “HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT” rings out. Becuase, DUH. All five men are laid out! But Zeke has enough left in him to put an arm across the
nearest man, who happens to be El Rey de Corizones! ONE! TWO! TH— KICK-OUT!

The man who would have wrestled a singles match for the Carolinas title if not for certain events is still alive! And with his kick-out, so is everyman’s
chance for GOLD. Cuzin Zeke decides to focus on El Rey, and begins to pick him up. Looking for a piledriver perhaps — LA MAJISTRAL! Corizones has Zeke
pinned ONE, TWO, TH—

Mason Bishop to break it up, that scum-sucking leech. Bishop knocks Zeke out of the way with a kick, then picks up El Rey KO-911, AKA the Code Breaker —
El Rey is down, Bishop covers ONE, TWO, NO! El Rey kicks-out again! He will not die! Krenshov and Nickels are pulling themselves up in other corners, Zeke
in a third, and Bishop sees that he needs to end this now! He hits the ropes and comes forward, targeting a rising El Rey with PULMONARY ARCHERY —

El Rey dodges! Bishop is off balance — HEART KICK! El Rey nails Bishop — stumbles fowards into the hands of JJ Nickels! BORDER TOSS INTO THE SIDE OF
THE CAGE! MASON BISHOP GETS KILLED! But before Nickels can do anything, El Rey locks up with him. What’s this? He has the massive arm JJ Nickels… and
is on the top rope!

WALKING THE TOP ROPE!

You know it as OLD SCHOOL, and El Rey leaps off and drives his elbow right into Nickels hyper-extended shoulder! School boy roll-up! ONE! TWO! EL REY —
SO CLOSE! But JJ Nickels gets out of that one. El Rey hits the ropes, LIONSAULT! KNEES UP! JJ Nickels counters. El Rey is up, holding his gut in pain, and
Nickels quick to take advantage! GUT CHECK! COVER — KRENSHOV BREAKS IT UP! Kenny has JJ Nickels, he can’t! Trying for the Total Eclipse, but wait a minute!
Cuzin Zeke leaps up behind Krenshov, locking on the COBRA CLUTCH! Zeke hanging off of Kenny’s back like Cary Elwes off of Andre The Giant in The Princess
Bride…

And both men fall out the door opening! Oh no!

In the ring, Nickels is picking up El Rey to finish him off… BISHOP! Kicks Nickels right in the head! Oh come on! Bishop picking the scraps of all his
opponent’s work, taking cheap shots! Bishop signals to finish the weakened El Rey… but El Rey de Corizones isn’t done with Mason Bishop yet! Those two
are going at it! El Rey with the short-arm knee! Here comes TANGO PASADO DEL AMOR! And — no! Low blow! Bishop off the ropes, PULMONARY ARCHERY!

El Rey gets NAILED! He is down and out! This is over, Mason Bishop will win

DOUBLE. NICKELS. ON THE DIME.

Bishop gets DESTROYED by a charging JJ Nickels and his insane polish hammer! So much so that Bishop falls out of the ring! On the outside! Krenshov and
Cuzin Zeke are going at it! Those two are brawling up the aisle, but in the ring… JJ Nickels would no doubt sorely like to finish Mason Bishop, but GOLD
is on the line… and El Rey de Corizones gets pulled up onto his shoulders! FINAL SOLUTION TORTURE RACK! El Rey is being ragdolled and bent in ways a
man should not, he tries to hold on but YES! YES! EL REY IS SIGNALING THAT HE GIVES UP! EL REY SUBMITS!

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of the match, and NEW Carolinas Champion… J.J. NICKELS!

ROB MARTINEZ: We have a new Carolinas Champion, and he is JJ Nickels! What a crazy match that was, but it was Nickels in the final moments using two of
his biggest moves to put this away!

REX CALIBER: I think Nickels wanted to beat the shit out of Bishop some more, but it don’t matter cos the man is the CHAMP. And that’s what it’s all about!
Cuzin Zeke and KRENSHOV have disappeared. Mason Bishop is outside the ring, his mesh mask rendering his expression invisible… but he’s probably not happy.
That ass. In the ring, JJ Nickels holds the Carolinas championship title up high! Who will be his first challenger? Right now, it does not matter. Your
winner and NEW Carolinas Champion, J.J. NICKELS!

01/08/2008
The show opens a little bit different. Rob Martinez and Rex Caliber are already in the ring. And so is Rick Garrett, and for tonight only a English to Spanish
interpreter, Mr. Ambrosio Estes. Rick Garrett is holding the REBEL Pro Wrestling Carolina’s Championship. Rick Garrett is the first person to speak.

RICK GARRETT: I want to thank everyone watching on closed circuit television back in Raleigh, North Carolina. I want to thank all TWO THOUSAND fans in this
great country who are here live! Mexico has been nothing but a great experience for everyone, except for the deported Manny X, who had some troubles several
days back. But it’s all good. I want to thank everyone who have supported REBEL since day one. Tonight I’m here to do something that isn’t easy to do.
MR. ESTES: Deseo agradecer cada uno que mira en la parte posteriora en Raleigh, Carolina del Norte de la televisión a circuito cerrado. ¡Deseo agradecer
los DOS MIL ventiladores en este gran país que son aquí vivos! México no ha sido nada pero una gran experiencia para cada uno, a excepción del Manny deportado
X, el cual tenía algunos apuros varios días mueve hacia atrás. Pero es todo bueno. Deseo agradecer cada uno que ha apoyado a REBELDE desde el día uno.
Estoy esta noche aquí hacer algo que no es fácil de hacer.

Rick Garrett breathes in.

RICK GARRETT: This company was built on the blood of superstars who risked their bodies every show that REBEL booked them on. Rex Caliber fought the toughest
competition around, all to make REBEL stand out. Kyle Roberts continues to do the same thing today. But one of our champions…. he doesn’t feel the same
way as the rest of the roster. Link Van Haggard calls me up three days ago and tells me… “he don’t feel like going down to Mexico, he ain’t coming.”
Now I ask him, what about the contract, what about the fans… his response was this: “Stick a mask on someone and tell them Link Van Haggard is wrestling
as a luchadore, and those idiot fans won’t no the difference.” If that’s not enough, we also discovered a few other dishonest and deceiving things that
man has done behind the scenes in REBEL over the last few months. I let it slide at the time, hoping that it wasn’t a trend. All that builds up, add in
wanting to “Call in sick” for the Mexico show, and boom.. you got one pissed off owner. So I tell him, to either get his ass in Mexico, and fight in front
of the crowd who paid to see the Battle of the Champions, or send me the belt back, and find somewhere else to wrestle when NAPW is off. So my belt is
express mailed to me, with a note saying that “You’ll be missing one great piece of talent.”

MR. ESTES: Construyeron a esta compañía en la sangre de las superestrellas que arriesgaron a sus cuerpos cada demostración que REBELAN los reservaron encendido.
El calibre de Rex luchó la competición más resistente alrededor, todos de hacer el soporte REBELDE hacia fuera. Kyle Roberts continúa haciendo la misma
cosa hoy. Pero uno de nuestros campeones…. él no siente la misma manera que el resto de la lista. Link Van Haggard me llama encima hace de tres días
y me dice que… “él no se sienta como ir abajo a México, él no esté viniendo.” Ahora le pregunto, qué sobre el contrato, cuál sobre los ventiladores…
era ésta su respuesta: “pegue una máscara en alguien y dígales que Link Van Haggard esté luchando como luchadore, y esos ventiladores del idiota no ningún
la diferencia.” Si ése no es bastante, también descubrimos algunas otras cosas deshonestas y que engañaban que el hombre ha hecho detrás de las escenas
en REBELDE sobre los últimos meses. La dejé resbalar en ese entonces, esperando que no era una tendencia. Todos que se acumulan, agregan en el deseo “llamar
en enfermo” para la demostración de México, y auge. usted consiguió uno pissed de dueño. Tan le digo, a cualquiera consigo su asno en México, y lucho delante
de la muchedumbre que pagó ver la batalla de los campeones, o me envío la correa detrás, y encuentro en alguna parte para luchar cuando NAPW está apagado.
Mi correa es tan expresa enviada a mí, con un refrán de la nota que “usted esté faltando un gran pedazo del talento.”

RICK GARRETT: There’s a tradition in this company, and we respect the fans enough not to bull shit them and sugar coat things. Link Van Haggard is fired
and will never be in REBEL again. This isn’t a deal where he returns two months later, and all that bull shit Vince tries to sell you. This is REBEL PRO
WRESTLING! We feed on competition and violence. If you come here and expect to be a lazy performer, you get ATE ALIVE! You want to be a GOD DAMN CHAMPION
IN REBEL…. YOU WILL HAVE TO PAY THE PRICE! BLOOD, SWEAT AND TEARS IS WHAT EARNS CHAMPIONSHIPS HERE!

MR. ESTES: Hay una tradición en esta compañía, y respetamos los ventiladores que cagan bastantes no al toro ellos y las cosas de la capa del azúcar. Encienden
y nunca estará a Link Van Haggard en REBELDE otra vez. Esto no es un reparto donde él vuelve dos meses más adelante, y toda esa mierda Vince del toro intenta
venderle. ¡Ésta es FAVORABLE LUCHA REBELDE! Alimentamos en la competición y la violencia. ¡Si usted viene aquí y espera ser ejecutantes perezosos, usted
consigue COMIÓ VIVO! Usted desea ser un CAMPEÓN de la MALDICIÓN del DIOS EN REBELDE…. ¡CUSTED TENDRÁ QUE PAGAR EL PRECIO! ¡CLA SANGRE, EL SUDOR Y LOS
RASGONES GANA CAMPEONATOS AQUÍ!

RICK GARRETT: This belt was pushed as one of the elite championships on the Indy circuit today. Dio Muerte, Chad Kurtis, Murcielago all helped build this
belt into something meaningful. Next week one of five men will get a chance to bring back that prestige to this belt. SCRAMBLE CAGE MATCH FOR THE VACATED
CAROLINA’S CHAMPIONSHIP! One man will leave with his mark on history. The competitors in that match will be announced following the show, but El Rey de
Corizones is in it (super pop) and will be the last man to enter the cage. He was scheduled to fight Link next week, and will still get his shot at the
belt. So, with that out of the way… here’s Rob.

MR. ESTES: Esta correa fue empujada como uno de los campeonatos de la élite en el circuito de Indy hoy. Dio Muerte, Sábalo Kurtis, Murcielago toda la estructura
ayudada esta correa en algo significativo. La semana próxima una de cinco hombres conseguirá una ocasión de traer detrás el prestigio a esta correa. ¡CFÓSFORO
DE LA JAULA DEL DESPEGUE EN TIEMPO MÍNIMO PARA EL CAMPEONATO DE LA CAROLINA DESOCUPADA! Un hombre se irá con su marca en historia. Anunciarán los competidores
en ese fósforo después de la demostración, pero El Rey de Corizones es en ella (estallido estupendo) y será el hombre pasado para entrar en la jaula. Él
programar luchar acoplamiento la semana próxima, e inmóvil conseguirá el suyo tiró en la correa. Así pues, con ése apartado… aquí está el robo.

Rick Garrett leaves the ring and Rob Martinez takes over. Mr. Estes doesn’t interpret them, cause they’re speech is for the broadcast and DVD only.

ROB MARTINEZ: Welcome to REBEL Pro Wrestling, broadcasting live via closed circuit television at the REBEL Arena, and over ten of Rick Garrett’s Gentlemen’s
Clubs. We have the largest REBEL crowd ever, and it is great to be in an outdoor arena!

REX CALIBER: We have no titles on the line, but the Battle of the Champions will take place. Kyle Roberts has been looking for a partner for nearly thirty
hours, and you know he called me like seven times.

ROB MARTINEZ: He’d rather tag with me, than tag with you! Anyways, the match is still on, and no one knows if or who Kyle got to come in. Also tonight a
MEXICAN DEATH MATCH: MURCIELAGO VS MR. MEXICO!

REX CALIBER: I hear that Mr. Mexico is a Rexcellent ! But anyways, we got the debut of a lot of new names, plus the return of an old one… PRINCE W. DARKO!
Him and Dez Carter, both from NAPW are here for one night only to test the REBEL competitors tonight!

ROB MARTINEZ: All this and a NUMBER ONE CONTENDERS CUP MATCH! Adam Davis tries to steal the cup from the nearly unstoppable KRENSHOV! Tonight you will most
definitely witness…

REX CALIBER: (interrupting) SOME MAYHEM IN MEXICO!

Rob just glares at Rex who couldn’t help himself!

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“Pitiful” by the Blindside begins to blast through the sound system as the debuting Sean Raynor makes his way down the entrance ramp…

JENNY JERSEY: Making his way to the ring first, weighing in tonight at two hundred and thirty seven pounds, fighting out of the Bronx, New York, the suplex
machine…. SEAN RAYNOR!

MR. ESTES: Haciendo su manera al anillo primero, pesando adentro esta noche en doscientas y treinta siete libras, luchando fuera del Bronx, Nueva York,
la máquina del suplex…. SEAN RAYNOR!

Raynor makes it to the ring quickly, without getting much of a reaction from the crowd. Raynor walks to the ropes and tries to play to the crowd a little
but is interrupted as “The Beverly Hillbillies Theme” begins to blast through the sound system to the delight of the crowd as Cuzin Zeke begins to make
his way to the ring…

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent… weighing in at two hundred and sixty pounds, from Turkey Cross, Kentucky… CUZIN ZEKE!

MR. ESTES: Y el su… pesar opuesto adentro en doscientas y sesenta libras, de la cruz de Turquía, Kentucky… CUZIN ZEKE!

REX CALIBER: This should be an interesting match with the contrast of styles between the two wrestlers. A suplex wrestler versus an unorthodox powerhouse.
ROB MARTINEZ: It’s surprising to me anyway how the Mexican fans have gotten behind Cuzin Zeke.

REX CALIBER: Maybe they have him mistake for hillbilly Jim? Who really cares why they have gotten behind the hillbilly… all that really matters is what
he can do in the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: Well, then let’s get to the action and see what he can do.

Raynor is mouthing something at Zeke who seems to not to be bother by the statement as the two tie up. Raynor tries to maneuver his way in a side suplex,
but Zeke counters by slinging Sean off the ropes into a clothesline. Zeke then gets Raynor in a camel clutch.

ROB MARTINEZ: This could be the shortest match in REBEL history if Raynor doesn’t get out of the camel clutch.

REX CALIBER: Zeke’s big and powerful, but not that smart. Raynor can get to the ropes. Just watch.

Raynor tries to reverse the hold, but Zeke is to powerful. Referee Alan Stone checks for the submission. Raynor tries to reach the ropes, but they are just
out of his reach. He reaches once more, and gets his finger on it as Stone calls for the rope break. Both men get to their feet as Raynor tries for a belly-to-belly
suplex, but it is blocked by Zeke who counters with a standing piledriver! Zeke goes for the cover…one…two… Kickout!

REX CALIBER: Zeke went for the cover a little too soon. There seems to be a little life in Raynor, yet!

ROB MARTINEZ: Frankly I thought that was it. If Sean Raynor doesn’t get something, anything going soon, it’s going to be over soon enough.

REX CALIBER: I have to admit this Cuzin Zeke has been pretty impressive tonight! The question is can he finish it?

Zeke gives Raynor a little room as they both get back on their feet. Raynor takes advantage of the space and attempts a clothesline from Hell, but runs
into mule kick from the big man. Zeke follows up with not one but two scoop slams to the delight of the crowd, who have begun chanting viva Zeke. Zeke
is climbing the turnbuckle, all the way to the TOP!

REX CALIBER: This is bad, bad news for Raynor. Zeke is looking to land the MUD PUDDLE!

ROB MARTINEZ: If Zeke lands this it’s over! He’ll squash Raynor like a 4×4 through an anthill!

REX CALIBER: AIR HILLBILLY YA’LL!

Zeke spots his target and FLIES… MUD PUDDLE SPLASHES! Raynor is dead to the world, Zeke covers as Alan Stone counts one, two, THREE!

JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner, CUZIN ZEKE!

MR. ESTES: ¡Aquí está su ganador, CUZIN ZEKE!

Zeke doesn’t pose for the fans, though. Instead he climbs out of the ring and goes over to the crowd where… one fan hands him a bucket of slop!

REX CALIBER: Not this again!

Zeke takes the bucket back into the ring… and delivers a bucketful of SLOP all over the face of Sean Raynor! The crowd pops and Zeke heads back outside
the ring, high-fiving the fans around ringside.

ROB MARTINEZ: See, Caliber, you never should have doubted this kid — he simply dominated this match here tonight.

REX CALIBER: Dominate may just be an understatement. Didn’t need to do a damn hillbilly facial with that slop bucket though! Having a fiesta with these
fans now, hell, it’s a big night for the yokel!

Zeke continues to celebrate with the fans as Sean Raynor runs to the back in humiliation. Hillbilly win baby!

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***The following DVD Extra has been subtitled for your convenience.***

Recorded Earlier Today:

Fade in on the REBEL Pro training suite. There are a few wannabe rebels working out at various weight stations as they await their tryouts, a couple of
staff members on the treadmills and in the corner of the main room we see El Rey de Corazones doing mat exercizes.

Suddenly the thwup, thwup, thwup of sneakers hitting conveyor and the metal on metal clinking of weights being lifted just stops. We hear a whispered “Daaaaaaang”
and a not so quiet “Shiiiit, I’m outta here.” as one by two, people drop what they are doing and disappear mid workout. El Rey, absorbed in his training
regiment, continues on oblivious to the others until a shadow falls over him. He looks around, noticing the absence of people then looks up at the seven-foot
tall Monster, Deacon Frost.

Corazones: ¿Qué va, los guerreros?

Frost: What the…

Williams: Easy, bro…he said what’s up.

Bronx shakes his head and looks at the mask man.

Williams: We’re new here and just trying to get the lay of the land.

El Rey kips up off the mat and offers his hand to Bronx Williams (since he was the one to actually speak to him in Spanish, broken though it was.)

Corazones: Recepción a la Rebelar-Favorable lucha. Soy El Rey de Corazones y soy bastante nuevo al lugar mismo. Pero haré mi mejor para usted. ¿Puedo tener
el placer de saber a quién estoy hablando? (Welcome to Rebel-Pro Wrestling. I am El Rey de Corazones and I’m pretty new to the place myself. But I’ll do
my best for you. May I have the pleasure of knowing to whom I am speaking?)

Bronx smiles…

Williams: The tall glass of mean behind me is “The Monster” Deacon Frost and I, I am Bronx Williams. El cristal alto del medio detrás de mí es helada del
diácono “del monstruo” e I, soy Bronx Williams.

Tilting his head, El Rey thinks for a moment and then smiles.

Corazones: Amperio hora, sí. Usted debe ser uno de los equipos nuevos de la etiqueta que fue empleado recientemente. Creo que le llamaban… ¿Piscina Muerta?
(Ah, yes. You must be one of the new tag teams that was recently hired. I believe they were calling you … piscina muerta?(Which litterally translates
to Dead Swimming Pool, he mistakenly thought the two parts were seperate words.)

Williams: Yes, we are The Deadpool. One of the most deadliest tag teams in the business. Sí, somos el Deadpool. Uno de los equipos más mortales de la etiqueta
del negocio.

Frost: Bronx if I felt like watching the Spanish channel…

Bronx shakes his head and whispers to Deacon.

Williams: Relax big man, just getting some info.

Corazones: ¿El más mortal es? Soy seguro que C.A.B.S. amará tener un buen funcionamiento para el dinero. Mientras tanto su amigo aquí se parece un pedacito
herido para arriba. Tienen un jacuzzi en el cuarto siguiente. Puede ser que le ayude a relajar un pedacito. (Deadliest is it? I’m sure C.A.B.S. will love
to have a good run for the money. Meanwhile your friend here seems a bit wound up. They do have a jacuzzi in the next room. It might help him relax a bit.)
Noticing that El Rey is staring at him Frost reacts.

Frost: Is this little fucker talking about me, Bronx?

Bronx looking to avoid any problems, quickly thinks.

Williams: Naw…he was saying that your name sounded familiar.

Frost: Heh, is that so, ask him if he knows who Wild Chyld is.

El Rey looks from Deacon to Bronx with a questioning glance followed by a sly smile.

Corazones: ¿Qué? ¿Niño Salvaje? ¿Es ésa una cierta clase de nombre o el hombre grande aquí me está preguntando una fecha? (What? Wild Child? Is that some
kind of name or is big man here asking me on a date?)

Frost: What did he say?

Bronx looks at Frost and quickly gives him a plausible translation.

Williams: Um… He said your exploits are well known throughout the Indy scene. He also says its a honor to have you in the company.

Frost: Oh okay…nice to be here little man.

El Rey looks up at Frost and nods, then back down for an eye to eye with Mr. Williams.

Corazones: Tan. . . amigos. . . ¿con qué puedo ayudarle? (So . . . friends . . . what can I help you with?)

Williams: Nada mucho, apenas consiguiendo al despido la tierra y comprobando fuera de los individuos en la lista. Viendo quién está fresco y quién no es.
Nothing much, just getting the lay off the land and checking out the guys on the roster. Seeing who is cool and who is not.

Corazones scratches his head

Corazones: Bien, ése es resistente, yo significa aparte de un par que tienen todos sidos buenos yo hasta ahora. (Well, That’s a tough one,I mean aside from
a couple they have all been good to me so far.)

This time he scratches his chin (where it looks like he is starting a little beard.) and ponders for a moment.

Corazones: C.A.B.S. son los champs actuales de la etiqueta, ou desean vigilar ellos. Kyle Roberts se parece bastante fresco también. Obviamente hay YO.
Heh I diría la subsistencia justa que vaga alrededor y que satisface a gente. (C.A.B.S. are the current Tag champs, you want to keep an eye on them. Kyle
Roberts seems pretty cool too. Obviously there is ME. Heh I would say just keep wandering around and meeting people.)

Williams: La etiqueta champs… nos topará quizá en ellos también. Charla a usted más adelante. The tag champs…maybe we’ll bump into them too. Talk to
you later.

Corazones: Seguro, ningún problema, individuos. Gad a la ayuda. Y el mejor de suerte en su fósforo esta semana contra Team Amazing. (Sure, no problem, guys.
Glad to help. And Best of luck in your match this week against Team Amazing.)

As Deadpool walk away a bouncy brunette walks into the room wearing tight black leather pants, a light blue poet’s blouse and a black Stetson hat. She’s
carrying two bottles of Aqua Blue spring water. Her eyes briefly meet those of Bronx and Deacon as they pass.

Rosa: (handing one of the bottles to El Rey) ¿Quiénes son tan esos individuos y qué desearon? (So who are those guys and what did they want?)

Taking the water El Rey nods toward the departing pair and smiles.

Corazones: Uno de Rebelar-Favorables equipos nuevos de la etiqueta, están intentando familiarizarse con el lugar. Pienso que el pequeño se llamó piscina
muerta o algo como eso. Se parecen como los individuos de Niza. (One of REBEL-Pro’s new tag teams, They are trying to get to know the place. I think the
little one called themselves Dead Pool or something like that. They seem like nice guys.)

Rose: Bien, son individuos definitly GRANDES. (Well, They’re definitely BIG guys.)

…

A moment after Rose passes them, Deadpool turns to look back at our beautiful interpreter. The Monster comments on her and El Rey.

Frost: DAMN! It MUST be the Mask.

Williams: (half under his breath) Maybe you should think about getting one of those then.

Frost: What was that?

Williams: Nevermind …

Fade.

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JENNY JERSEY: The next contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, making their way to the ring, weighing in at a combined six hundred and thirty-five
pounds! “The Monster” Deacon Frost! Bronx Williams! They are the DEADPOOL!

MR. ESTES: ¡La competencia siguiente programar para una caída! ¡Introduciendo primero, haciendo su manera al anillo, pesando adentro en seiscientas y treinta
y cinco libras combinadas! ¡Helada Del Diácono “Del Monstruo”! ¡Bronx Williams! ¡Son los DEADPOOL!

Puddle of Mudd hits as Frost and Williams enter the arena. Dressed in matching ring attire, they don’t look like they’re here to lose. Intensely focused,
both men walk towards the ring as the fans jeer them. Williams is unfazed, but Deacon Frost almost loses his cool once and approaches a fan, threatening
him with a backhand, until he shakes his head, muttering that the fan wasn’t worth it.

JENNY JERSEY: And their opponents! Weighing in at a combined four hundred and twenty-five pounds! The Amazing Aaron Starr! Tony “X-Klaus” Johnson! They
are TEAM AMAZING!

MR. ESTES:¡Y sus opositores! ¡El pesar adentro en cuatro cientos y veinticinco libras combinadas! ¡El Aaron Asombroso Starr! ¡”X-Klaus Tony” Johnson! ¡Son
el SORPRENDER del EQUIPO

As Team Amazing hits the ramp, all you hear is “Gates of Tomorrow.” Crickets could be heard if it wasn’t drowned out by the Iron Maiden. Johnson runs out
wearing camo pants and a muscle shirt, followed by Starr.

REX CALIBER: That’s a tag team? X-Klaus looks like he’s getting winded walking to the ring! And what the hell kind of name is X-Klaus? What kind of sad
sack partner is Aaron Starr saddled with here?

ROB MARTINEZ: It’s Tony’s first match ever, Rex! The Mexican fans are not impressed by him, that’s for sure.

As Team Amazing enters the ring, Jimmy Johnson calls for the bell. And “The Monster” starts things off by giving a vicious Big Boot straight to the face
of Johnson! An “Oooooh!” is uttered from the crowd. Deacon Frost is playing ringmaster, and tells Williams to “pick up the fat piece of shit.” Bronx whips
X-Klaus into the waiting arms of the big man who drops Johnson with a powerful Spinebuster. Aaron Starr has had enough and hits the ring, rushing in to
confront The Monster, but Frost just manhandles the smaller man and locks in a Camel Clutch. Starr winces in pain, and Bronx Williams frames the moment
with his hands, nods, and dropkicks Starr right in the face! Starr drops to the ground in pain.

REX CALIBER: HAW-HAW! Team Amazing certainly had no clue what they were in for, did they, Rob?

Deacon Frost picks up the woozy Johnson and throws him up for a MONSTER powerbomb, rattling the ring with that one. Williams hits the second rope, and performs
a picture perfect twisting Asai moonsault on X-Klaus. Bronx jumps up, and appeals to the crowd. Some applause comes his way.

ROB MARTINEZ: The man’s six four, almost two hundred and fifty pounds, yet he pulled off a textbook luchadore move! Amazing!

REX CALIBER: You know what’s NOT Amazing? Team Amazing. HAW!

Aaron Starr manages to get back into the ring, only for Frost to pick him up and flip him upside down, in line for a Tombstone. Bronx climbs to the second
turnbuckle, jumps off, and lends his weight to a massive spike piledriver. Starr crumples to the ground immediately. Deacon Frost appeals to the crowd,
and gives a thumbs down that Ceasar Augustus would envy. He grabs the broken body of Tony Johnson and picks him up over his head, as Williams maneuvers
behind him. DIM THE LIGHTS! Frost stands over the remnants of Team Amazing, steps on his chest, and Jimmy Johnson makes the count. One! Two! Three!

JENNY JERSEY: Here are your winners! The DEADPOOL!

MR. ESTES: ¡Aquí están sus ganadores! ¡El DEADPOOL!

REX CALIBER: Team Amazing? More like Team SUCK…ing.

ROB MARTINEZ: Well, you tried. I don’t think we’ll be seeing much of Team Amazing again in REBEL Pro, not after the beating they just received from the
impressive duo of THE DEADPOOL. C.A.B.S. have to be watching this match and hoping they don’t have to defend against the DP anytime soon!

The Deadpool shove the garbage that is Team Amazing out of the ring and then pose a bit in triumph. And that’s all that needs to be said about THAT.

Team Amazing try to get up and Mr. Estes enters the ring, and Aaron Starr kicks him in the mouth. Starr punches him a few times and then runs out… Prince
Darko? What the hell?

REX CALIBER: What is Darko doing out here?

ROB MARTINEZ: He just clocked Starr and bout knocked his head off. He is getting a mic.

PRINCE W. DARKO: I don’t know who the fuck y’all boys think you are. That happened to be my personal guide y’all attacked. I got him his job of doing the
interpretations tonight for the fans in Mexico. And these two punk fuckers want to dance in my ring, rough up the man showing me the Titty Bars later?
Squash that shit now!

Prince Darko gets a chair, places it in the ring and grabs Tony… ZAMUNDA DRIVER ON THE CHAIR! Darko grabs him up Aaron Starr and ZAMUNDA DRIVER ON HIM!
PRINCE DARKO: Y’all boys need to leave Mexico, leave REBEL, hell leave Wrestling cause Y’ALL CAN’T WHOOOOOOPP NOBODY!

ROB MARTINEZ: Darko just gave Team Amazing a welcoming basket.

REX CALIBER: That was a going away basket too… but we ain’t gotta English to Spanish interpreter now?

ROB MARTINEZ: Hopefully the fans know enough to still enjoy the show.

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JENNY JERSEY: This match is scheduled for one fall. Starting first, from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. At a weight of two-hundred forty-four pounds. At a height
of six-two. DEZ CARTER!

Twinkle, Twinkle begins to rain over the arena, then Dez pops out of the curtains side by side with Asuka Katsuragi. The crowd stands up and cheers for
him. They know what Dez is about.

REX CALIBER: You see that Asuka. Damn. If I was Dez Carter, I’d be a horrible wrestler, but damn, I’d have a beautiful broad by my side. What do you know
about that Rob? Nothing.

ROB MARTINEZ: Can we just focus on this match up? I know this is set for a beautiful, and maybe even classic match. It’s Dez Carter, a man respected all
over NAPW and El Rey de Corizones. This is his home country, you know he’s going to get all the love.

As if on que. Baila Cassonava begins to play.

JENNY JERSEY: From Villahermosa, Tobasco, Mexico. Weighing in at two hundred forty-five pounds. And standing at six feet, four inches. EL REY DE CORIZONES!
El Rey walks out just like Dez Carter, with his manger by his side, but with one major difference. Dez Carter got cheered, but El Rey got drowned in praise.
The Natives love their hometown king, and he loves them back. He makes his way into the ring and exits from Montaña Rose.

DING DING DING

Both men stand center ring, shaking hands, getting a great amount of respect from the crowd, but not as much as El Rey. The mangers, they stand behind their
wrestlers full force, clapping for them.

REX CALIBER: That Asuka chick looks mighty fine, why she walking around with a zero like Dez?

ROB MARTINEZ: They’re going out.

REX CALIBER: I don’t give a damn, that shit doesn’t concern me.

The men tie up in the classic fashion, testing each other strength, El Rey being the bigger of the two, takes the advantage, and takes Dez to the corner.
He hits two chops, then an Irish whip to the other corner, followed by a huge splash. A mean splash, a splash that took air out of Dez and El Rey. Dez
is now placed on the top rope and El Rey stands on the second rope, he’s going for a Superplex it seems. Dez battles his way out, shots to the gut, shots
to the face, shots to gut again, then the combo finishes with a serious Palm Strike, that sends El Rey hurdling into the mat. Thud. El Rey a stranger to
the top rope, fights adversity and makes the jump anyways and lands a beautiful leg drop onto the chest of El Rey. He goes for the first pin fall. One.
Two. Kick out. But it doesn’t stop Dez from applying the pressure, he locks in a Sleeper Hold with force. He tries to break out, but it’s locked in air
tight. El Rey begins to fade, but the Natives say not in my house. They start to clap, cheer; Rose does her part too, she starts to clap along and beat
on the canvas. He’s coming back, it’s working. He sits up. Two knees. One knee. An elbow to Dez’s stomach. Dez doesn’t let go. Another elbow. It’s loose,
but not enough. Another elbow, Dez jumps on this one, but still holds on. El Rey’s had enough, another elbow, but this time with authority, causing Dez
to let go completely and rub his stomach. El Rey gets onto his feet and makes a run to the ropes, then returns with a drop kick to Dez. It knocks him out
on the outside. El Rey waits for the man to get up, scouts, gets a good running start, rushes right through the middle rope. Dez is back to the ground
again, but this time with company.

ROB MARTINEZ: Did you see the way El Rey hit the concrete?

REX CALIBER: We are watching the same match. But damn, you see Asuka? Beautiful lips.

ROB MARTINEZ: Why can’t you focus on the match?

REX CALIBER: Take a look at Asuka, NOW that’s a woman. I still wanna know why Asuka’s going out with that dumb ass.

Surprizingly, Dez gets up before El Rey and rolls him into the ring. He picks Dez up and sets him up for the Dragon Suplex. Blawdow. Meanwhile on the outside,
it looks like a confrontation is about to break out between Asuka and Rose.

REX CALIBER: As sexy as Asuka is, I don’t think she could whoop Rose.

ROB MARTINEZ: They’re smiling?

Yes, and they hug. Rose pulls out a couple bottles of Dos Equis and hands one to Asuka. They smile and hug again, take their seats and enjoy the match,
do some girl talk.

Dez picks up El Rey again, he sends him into the ropes, Dez returns into a Power Slam that shakes the ring and anyone else in the arena. The leg is hooked.
One.

Two.

Kick out!

El Rey is picked up and sent into a corner. Dez comes rushing like a speeding train, but gets stopped by a boot to the face. El Rey sits on the top rope
and delivers a Missile Drop Kick from the second rope. He picks up Dez and props him up nicely for a German Suplex. Dez gets crushed into the mat. El Rey
hasn’t released his grip. Another Suplex. Then a third. The crowd goes wild. El Rey leaves Dez on the mat and walks towards the ropes. He’s now standing
on the apron. ‘AHORA ESTO ES UNA GOTA PIERNA!’ The fans already know.

ROB MARTINEZ: What did he just say?

REX CALIBER: Don’t worry about it. Just focus on Asuka’s luscious hips.

El Rey springboards into action, literally, then drops his leg across Dez’s chest.

ROB MARTINEZ: I’m fan of both men, but damn, that leg dropped look better than Dez.

REX CALIBER: You seen Asuka’s legs? Damn.

Rey goes for the pin fall.

ONE

TWO

THRKICK OUT!

ROB MARTINEZ: This match is intense.

REX CALIBER: You know what else would be intense?

El Rey brings Dez to his feet, holds his arm, twists, continues holding and moves towards a corner. He’s on the second rope, now the third. The crowd knows
what’s about to happen. Super Elbow Drop. The pain causes Dez to fall to the mat. El Rey takes full advantage and goes in for a lionsault. He lands it
precise and hooks the leg, once again.

ONE

TWO

KICK OUT!

El Rey on his knees, looks at the crowd for guidance, he doesn’t know how to put this man down. He brings Dez to his feet and drops him to the mat head
first with a big DDT. Dez is planted at a ninety degree angle with the mat. Dez holds on his head and El Rey rolls him over for a pinfall.

ONE

TWO

THREKICKOUT!

El Rey is getting angry, he brings Dez to his feet, Dez holds on and drops, jaw breaker. El Rey stumbles back into the ropes and walks into a heavy clothesline.
Even Asuka feels that one. Dez is back in control in this match. He picks up El Rey and sends him crashing into the mat with a Suplex. El Rey favors his
back, and crowd feels with him. Dez sends him into the corner and follows it with a shoulder thrust. Then another, and another, and a forth to end the
combo. He backs up and El Rey walks into him…Belly to Belly Suplex. Once again, more strain on El Rey’s back. The crowd really wants a comeback from
the Native. Dez picks El Rey up again, an Irish Whip that gets reversed by El Rey. Dez exits the ropes and enters a Big Back Body drop. Dez is favoring
his back now. The crowd cheers to see their hometown hero on top again. Although, he may be standing, that Big Back Body Drop did take some damage on El
Rey’s body, he’s holding his back too. El Rey brings Dez to his feet, he goes for a punch, the punch blocked and returned, that one is blocked, then the
cycle continues five times. El Rey then runs to the ropes, Dez drops to the floor, El Rey hops him. Dez gets back up before El Rey returns, then follows
it by a leap frog, and another one with his back turned to El Rey. Dez is going for his third Leap Frog, but gets caught, Spinebuster. El Rey rolls him
up.

ONE

TWO

THREKICK OUT!

The crowd are empathetic with a frustrated El Rey. El Rey delivers a heart kick to Dez, two, actually. Dez favors his chest immediately. Meanwhile, the
women are exchanging numbers and myspace addy’s?

REX CALIBER: Asuka, you can be on my top 8.

ROB MARTINEZ: This match is an instant classic, and you’re trying to put a girl on your myspace? What’s wrong with you?

REX CALIBER: It’s called being a Heterosexual.

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh brother.

El Rey walks over to Dez, he picks him up, and sends him to the ropes. El Rey bends his body over for a Big Body Drop, but he does it too early. Dez goes
straight in for a Sun Set Flip. One. Two. El Rey rolls out and delivers a drop kick to Dez’s face. El Rey walks over to Dez, he goes for a leg drop, Dez
moves out of the way within the last second. Dez is on his feet now, he goes for a kick to El Rey’s chest, El Rey leans back and dodges the kick. Dez goes
for a stomp, El Rey moves out of the way within the last second. El Rey’s on his feet, he goes for a clothesline, Dez ducks and hits him with a Shuffle
Side Kick. El Rey’s head bobbles on the way down. Dez goes for the pin.

ONE

TWO

KICK OUT!

It’s now Dez’s turn to feel frustration. He pounds the mat with his fist and looks over at El Rey and shakes his head. He locks in a Stretch Plumb onto
El Rey. El Rey screams in agony. The end may be near for him. The crowd won’t have it though. “EL REY! EL REY! EL REY!” Meanwhile, the women are taking
pictures of themselves with their cell phones.

REX CALIBER: Asuka, I got something you can take a picture of.

El Rey begins to battle away with the leg that’s free. Dez frees his hold and takes a few steps back. El Rey gets to this feet and tries to shake off the
pain. They instantly lock up, Dez gets the headlock in this one. El Rey picks up Dez and drops him on the back of his neck. Once again, more strain on
El Rey’s back. He’s favoring his back, while Dez holds his neck and head. The sore men battle through the pain and stand up. The crowd respects the work
the men are putting in. They respect the pain that the men go through to entertain them. They give both men in the ring a standing ovation. They lock up
again. Dez gets El Rey in a Suplex position, holds him up in the air. El Rey is fighting to get out of it, he reverses it into an amazing DDT. Dez is just
planted. El Rey gets to his feet to pick up Dez, Dez turns it into a pin, he rolls up the legs. One. Two. El Rey kicks out and holds on, bridging. He turns
his body around and picks up Dez’s body, he’s going for a Pile Driver. Nope. Dez reverses, he had plans for a Big Back Body Drop, but El Rey held on, reversing
the reversal into a Sunset Flip. One. Two. Dez reverses it rolling forward. One. Two. It’s reversed again. One. Two. El Rey won’t be getting pinned, he
reverses. One. Two. Dez is thinking the same. One. Two. El Rey finds the energy to reverse one more time. One. Two. Dez, just like El Rey, breaks out and
rolls him up again. One. Two. Will El Rey break out this time?

THREE.

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of the match… DEZ CARTER!

ROB MARTINEZ: What a superb match by both men.

REX CALIBER: Asuka got superb breasts.

El Rey is on his way out of the ring, but gets stopped by Dez, who extends his hand for a shake. El Rey takes the offer, the shake and hug. The fans eat
this up. A beautiful finish to a beautiful match. As for the women. It’s safe to assume, they’re both BFFL’s.

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

“Home” by Breaking Benjamin starts to play, and one of the newest members of REBEL-Pro Wrestling starts walking to the ring, sure and steady.

JENNY JERSEY: First, on his way to the ring, weighing in at two hundred and twenty-one pounds. This is his debut match in REBEL-Pro Wrestling. Please welcome…CLAUDE
“RAINMAN” HIGGINS!

The fans give the Rainman a down-home Carolina welcome, straight from the heart of Mexico. He steps into the ring and flashes the crowd the briefest of
smiles before AK Forty slams through the speakers, drowning out nearly all the noise in the arena.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent, weighing in at two hundred and twenty-seven pounds. He hails from the Kingdom of Zamunda…PRINCE W. DARKO!

The big black afro. The white mask. The “can’t whoop me” attitude. It has to be Prince Darko, and everybody knows it. He makes groping motions towards one
of the girls in the front row, who blushes and giggles like he just gave her flowers. He climbs into the ring, giving no attention to his opponent, instead
ogling the lovely Jenny Jersey.

ROB MARTINEZ: A special guest from the NAPW, Prince Darko, facing off against one of REBEL-Pro’s newest and brightest, Rex. Should make for an interesting
match-up.

REX CALIBER: This Rainman guy, sure he might be able to copy people’s moves and shit, but he’s too new to the company to have scouted the roster out. And
Darko’s from NAPW, so he’s even MORE unpredictable. Rainman has got in way over his head. Darko’s gonna teach him a few lessons. Definitely, definitely
school him.

The bell rings, and Rainman steps up to take a shot at Darko, but Darko steps back and holds up his hands. Rainman looks confused, but he gives Darko his
space. Darko pulls a ‘fro pick out of his tights and begins giving his hairdo some last-minute tweaking. The crowd starts getting restless, but Rainman
lets Darko finish up. Darko tosses his comb to the apron, waits a beat, and then clobbers his opponent in the face with a hard right fist. Rainman stumbles
backwards, and Darko follows it up with a pimp-slap, but it’s blocked by Higgins who follows it up with a kick to the gut; Darko stumbles over, and Higgins
tries to hook the arms; he gets one but Darko’s struggling too much for him to get the other, and the Rainman decides to go for an arm drag instead. Darko
rolls with the impact and gets back to his feet, rushing Higgins, who side-steps him, but that’s just what Darko wanted as he rebounds with a lariat, putting
Higgins down on the ground. Darko continues to put on the pressure; he kicks Higgins in the chest, and Higgins rolls away from it, trying to get to his
feet. Darko takes a few steps backwards himself, but he quickly reverses and rushes Rainman–

RUNNING DDT!

Darko makes the pin attempt, one, kickout by Higgins. Darko’s not giving him any time to breathe, though, back on his feet and trying to put the boots to
him. He gets one kick in to Higgins’ gut, then two, then three–no! Higgins rolled forward into Darko, knocking the Prince off-balance and grabbing on
to his leg for a quick takedown, and he puts Darko in an armlock, but they’re too close to the ropes and Darko makes it over for the rope break. Now it’s
Higgins on his feet, waiting patiently for Darko to get up, and when he does–RUNNING DDT! Higgins with a running DDT of his own on Prince Darko, and the
reaction from the crowd is mixed: some are loving it, some are NOT.

ROB MARTINEZ: And the Rainman shows off his amazing mimicry, turning Darko’s move around on him!

REX CALIBER: That was a pretty sloppy move, Rob. Rainman obviously hasn’t put the time and effort into learning and perfecting his moves that Darko has,
and that’s the difference. Someone who goes through a lot of practice and training is going to beat a freaky copycat any time.

ROB MARTINEZ: You’re a harsh Taskmaster, Rex.

Higgins goes after Darko, getting him in a headlock, but Darko shoves him off and bounces off the ropes for a running kick to the stomach. Higgins drops
to one knee, and Darko starts shouting at him. “YOU DUMB MOTHER FUCKER!” he screams, ropes of spit flying into Higgins’ face. “Y’ALL DON’T GOT WHAT IT
TAKES, BITCH!” He kicks Higgins right in the face, then backs up and holds his hands out to his sides, spinning around. “YOU CAN’T WHOOP ME!” The crowd
gives him a loud cheer, and Darko turns back to his opponent, who’s back on his feet. He goes over and locks up with him, but Higgins gets the advantage,
going for an inverted suplex, no wait, Darko’s reversed it! Claw Hold STO!

Higgins back down on the ground, and Darko gets another cheer. He grins wildly and rushes the ropes for a Springboard Swanton, but Higgins lifts his knees!
Darko’s chest is crushed, and he stumbles back to rest on the ropes. The Rainman advances, lifting him off the rope, and getting that inverted DDT that
he was looking for in the first place. Then he rushes the ropes, could it be, yes it definitely could be! Springboard Swanton Bomb, and this one connects!
Higgins goes for the pin, one, two, kickout by Darko! Darko is ANGRY now, and clobbers Higgins with a forearm to the forehead, and Higgins stumbles to
the ropes. Darko grabs him by the neck, trying to throw him out of the ring, but Higgins grabs a hold of the ropes and stands his ground. Darko responds
by kicking him in the junk; Higgins loosens his grip on the ropes, and Darko tosses him out of the ring. “I’m takin’ out the trash, asshole!”

REX CALIBER: Serves him right, stealing moves like that. Stealing moves is one of the worst things you can do in this sport.

ROB MARTINEZ: Didn’t you “borrow” a couple of moves from indie sensation “The Nova Bomb” Hicks Martindale?

REX CALIBER: Yeah, but when I did it I made those moves BETTER, Fucker!

Higgins is on the ground outside, and Darko jumps over the ropes and lands with his knee in Higgins’ back. Higgins cries out in pain, but Darko’s not done
with him. Not by a long shot. Darko lifts him with a handful of black hair and SMASHES his face into the turnbuckle, then turns and throws him chest-first
against the barricade. Darko takes a second to step over to the girl he was flirting with earlier, giving her a squeeze, then turns his attention back
to the Rainman. He takes a couple of quick steps towards him, then turns towards the ring again. He reaches under the ring and pulls out a Louisville Slugger;
nodding his head, he goes back towards his opponent. Higgins is on his knees, trying to stand up, making his head a perfect tee-ball target. Darko winds
up, takes a swing, and connects! Higgins topples sideways and collapses on the barricade again. If this was a real baseball game, that would easily have
been a double. With a crazy look in his eyes, Darko lifts the bat up over his head, bringing it down hard on..the barricade! Higgins moves out of the way
in the nick of time, and Darko cracks the bat on the steel barrier; Higgins takes a shot to Darko’s knees and the Prince of Zamuda cracks his jaw on the
barricade, knocking him out.

Higgins, groggy but on his feet, drags Darko over to the ring apron, and hauls him in, slowly climbing in afterwards. He lifts Darko up, gives him a quick
chop to the chest, and follows it up with a heart punch that FLOORS him. Higgins turns his back to his downed opponent, then lets fly with a standing moonsault–but
now Darko’s legs are up! Turnabout is fair play, Higgins! Darko is wobbly but pulls himself up, while Higgins crawls to the far ropes. Darko’s on him quickly,
though, grabbing his leg, but Higgins turns around and kicks Darko off. Darko stumbles backwards, giving Higgins just enough time to get to his feet. The
two men stand staring at each other for a moment, then rush each other and lock up. Higgins looks like he’s going to go for an STO on Darko, but Darko
reverses and tries for a Camel Clutch Sleeper, but Higgins reverses and whips Darko into the ropes, going for a simple clothesline, but Darko ducks it
and comes back with a running bulldog! Higgins has got a second wind, though, and he’s back on his feet quickly. He lays into Darko with an open hand to
the face, and Darko just pimp-slaps him back. Higgins goes for another lock-up, but Darko shoves him back, and follows it up with a toe kick! Higgins is
bent over—ZAMUNDA DRIVER! Darko scrambles to make the cover, one, two, THREE!

JENNY JERSEY: And here is your winner…PRINCE W. DARKO!

Darko is talking trash to the fallen Higgins. “CAN’T WHOOP ME, THOUGHT I TOL’ YA!” Yet for some strange reason, the Mexico fans are giving Darko some cheers.
Nonetheless, Darko starts of 2008 in a big way and as for the Rainman… his story is yet to be fully told.

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JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, this next contest is scheduled for one fall and is a tag team match. Introducing first…

“OH, WA AH AH AH!”

The Richard Cheese lounge version of “Down With The Sickness” begins to blare out through the speaks as the members of Impact Inc. appear from behind the
curtain.

JENNY JERSEY: At a combined weight of four-hundred-thirty-four pounds, “Kid Dynamite” Brent Taylor & “Black Mamba” Michael Davidson! IMPACT INC!

The two men make their way down the aisle to a relatively warm reception from the fans. They looked confused by the version of Down with the Sickness playing…
but the fans enjoy it. They promptly make their way into the ring as Jenny lifts the microphone to her lips once more.

JENNY JERSEY: And their opponents…

“Requiem” by Trans-Siberian Orchestra replaces Richard Cheese as the older of the two, Alexander Prescott comes out from behind the curtain.

JENNY JERSEY: At a combined weight of four-hundred-eighty pounds, Alexander and Grayson Prescott… THE PRESCOTTS!

Suddenly the music switches to “Cocaine Blues” as Grayson appears behind his sibling. The two men hurry down to the ring, each trying to beat the other
to it as they slide in under the bottom rope.

DING DING DING

And this match is underway! Grayson makes a beeline for Brent Taylor, obviously hoping to use his size advantage over the smaller of his opponents – leaving
Alexander Prescott to duke it out with Michael Davidson. And all hell is breaking loose. It appears like The Prescotts have the upper hand in these early
stages, as they dole out some hard hitting shots – wait – Davidson ducks the swinging forearm of his opponent – JUMPING SIDE KICK! And it’s enough to send
Alexander Prescott tumbling through the ropes as Davidson goes to aid his tag partner. Grayson Prescott soon finds himself grabbed from behind as he’s
taken down by a belly-to-back suplex. He gets back to his feet quick enough, but a high elevation dropkick by Brent Taylor sends him through the ropes
on his way to the outside as well.

ROB MARTINEZ: The Prescotts appeared to be making a great start here in REBEL Pro, but the wind has been taken out of their sails.

The Prescotts are regrouping on the outside as Impact Inc. decide to let Taylor start this match off for them. Grayson goes to roll into the ring, only
to be grabbed his brother, who slides in to confront Taylor. The two competitors lock horns with a collar and elbow tie-up, and Alexander Prescott gains
the immediate advantage. He’s got an arm wringer locked in as he sweeps the legs out from beneath Brent Taylor! The smaller man crashes to the mat, still
in the arm wringer as Alexander goes to–never mind, he’s interrupted by Davidson! A quick stomp to the head stops the arm bar from progressing, so Alexander
tags in his partner. And Grayson enters enthusiastically. A stiff Yakuza kick to the rising Taylor keeps the spot monkey down, but not for long as Grayson
lifts his opponent back up for a butterfly suplex.

REX CALIBER: Brent Taylor’s just getting tossed around that ring, Martinez. That’s not an impressive debut either.

ROB MARTINEZ: Well Grayson Prescott may be getting a bit too cocky in that ring. Look at him, slapping the head of Brent Taylor.

Indeed he is. Taylor is trying to get back to his feet, only to be slapped around the back of the head by Grayson Prescott, who’s shouting to his brother
about “how easy this is gonna be” … DOUBLE LEG TAKEDOWN! Taylor takes his opponent down and he dives towards his corner to make the tag! And in comes
Davidson! A pump kick to jaw of Grayson takes him down, but Alexander is fast approaching – SNAP POWERSLAM! Brent Taylor has climbed to the top rope -
FLYING LEG DROP on Alexander Prescott!

ROB MARTINEZ: Here we go. Impact Inc. are looking like a well oiled machine now!

They lift Grayson back to his feet as they begin the double team with an Irish whip. Lariat attempt, but Grayson ducks underneath – and runs into his brother!
Alexander, who was getting back up, gets knocked right back down as Grayson turns around – boot to the gut and a double snap suplex! Davidson goes for
the cover.

ONE!

TWNOOOOO!

Kick out by Grayson Prescott! But he’s dragged back up to his feet by Davidson, as the two legal men become the only competitors in the ring. Grayson is
thrown back into the wrong corner as Michael Davidson winds back his arm – CHOP! The crowd “wooo” along with each strike, and I’m betting Grayson is going
red under that t-shirt. A quick tag out to Brent Taylor, who enters the ring as Davidson leaves. And he starts off with a discus clothesline in the corner
before taking Grayson down with a bulldog! But he climbs out through the ropes – SPRINGBOARD LEGDROP! Connects! The crowd cheers as Taylor runs to the
opposite side of the ring – SENTON DROP! Misses! Grayson rolled out of the way, and Brent Taylor hit nothin’ but mat! And Alexander Prescott tags himself
in!

REX CALIBER: This guy obviously wants to take advantage of the situation, Martinez. Gain a victory in his REBEL Pro debut, just like I did over Kyle Roberts.
ROB MARTINEZ: Yes, Rex, we all remember that.

But, back to the action, and Alexander Prescott drags Taylor back to his feet – Northern lights suplex! Taylor hits the canvas, hard, and there’s no time
to rest as Alexander lifts him back up once more. Snap suplex. He rolls over into the cover,

ONE!

TWO!

NO!!

Saved by Michael Davidson, but he probably didn’t need to! Grayson Prescott stays on the apron to catch his breath as Davidson retreats back to his corner.
Alexander Prescott shoots his younger brother one hell of an evil look, but soon his attention is back to Brent Taylor. The Taos native is using the ropes
to get back to his feet as Alexander grabs him around the neck, pulling him down for the guillotine choke! But he’s too near the ropes, and Taylor places
his foot on the bottom rope as the official calls for the break!

Alexander Prescott releases the hold, but just drags Taylor towards the center of the ring as he locks in an arm bar – only to be stopped by Michael Davidson!
Frustrated, Alexander grabs his opponent up and makes his way towards his corner, whereupon he makes the tag out to his brother, Grayson. It takes a moment,
but Grayson gets in the ring after some coaxing from his brother, as he takes Brent Taylor by the the hair. A double-arm DDT by Grayson, and he makes the
tag back out to Alexander. The elder Prescott re-enters the ring as he lifts Taylor back up – SPINNING NECKBREAKER! Alexander gets to his feet as he looks
towards his brother. Brent Taylor is down on the canvas, holding his neck in pain after that last move. Grayson tags himself in as he drags Taylor towards
the center of the ring. A swift backbreaker leaves Brent down in the center of the ring as Grayson makes his way towards a neutral corner before ascending
to the top rope – SENTON DROP!

ROB MARTINEZ: Brent Taylor taking the brunt of this punishment as The Prescotts seem to be trying to outdo each other.

REX CALIBER: I’m going to want to see Alexander try and outdo that…

And Rex may get his wish as Grayson offers a hand out to his brother, who tags himself in again. He drags Brent Taylor back to his feet once more before
connecting with a boot to the gut. He hooks hooks the arms of his opponent before hitting a powerbomb! Taylor hits the canvas once again, but Alexander
grabs his legs as he flips him over for the elevated crab!

REX CALIBER: Damn that move!

Brent Taylor is screaming out in pain, looking like he’s going to tap! Michael Davidson rushes in to make the save, but Grayson Prescott is on the ball
- COLLISION! Davidson and Grayson collide in the middle of the ring, and Davidson knocks Grayson into his older brother – breaking the elevated crab in
the process!

Both members of The Prescotts are on their feet, bickering in the center of the ring as Michael Davidson slides out of the ring. Alexander seems to be wanting
an explanation – WAIT – Davidson has a chair! And he cracks Alexander Prescott over the head! Grayson catches a shot to the midsection, which double him
over nicely for an axe kick! And now both members of The Prescotts are down! Brent Taylor is slowly getting back to his feet with the aid of his partner,
and he seems to make the tag out at the same time. And Davidson goes to fetch more weapons!

ROB MARTINEZ: It looks like this match is about to get a lot more hardcore!

REX CALIBER: Even in Mexico, REBEL RULES!

He slides a table in, and a stop sign too…

ROB MARTINEZ: Why do we have a stop sign under the ring?

REX CALIBER: *silence*

Alexander Prescott gets back to his feet, but he catches another face full of steel! That shot seems to have cut Alexander open as he rolls out of the ring,
leaving Grayson alone with both members of Impact Inc. Taylor has the table set up, and he has Grayson by the back of the head. He bounces his opponent’s
head off the table before laying him across it … KRUNK!

ROB MARTINEZ: Damn! Michael Davidson just powerbombed his own tag partner onto the prone body of Grayson Prescott!

REX CALIBER: Takes puttin’ your body on the line to a whole new level!

ROB MARTINEZ: The cover! ONE! TWO! THREE! Impact Inc. wins the match!

JENNY JERSEY: Here are your winners, IMPACT INC!

The crowd applauds Impact Inc for a hard-fought victory as Alexander drags Grayson out of the ring. He helps his brother walk to the back, but spends the
time back there yelling at his brother for losing the match. Brotherly love, indeed.

ROB MARTINEZ: Impact Inc. with an auspicious debut, they will no doubt gain in the ever-hot REBEL tag team rankings after this.

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Time to get funky, homosapiens. Del The Funky Homosapiens’ “Time is Too Expensive” drops the beat… and a massive man comes through the curtains with
long hair and long tights. He looks almost like Big John Studd, but somehow “darker.”

JENNY JERSEY: The following match is set for one fall. Introducing first, he stands six-feet eleven inches and weighs three-hundred forty-five pounds…
fighting out of Atlanta Georgia, he is JJ NICKELS!

Nickels glares at the fans on the way to the ring. The man seems distrustful of everybody around him as he steps OVER the top rope into the ring. The Mexican
fans seem awed by the big man.

ROB MARTINEZ: Our first look at JJ Nickels, Rex, and all I can say is “wow.” Six-eleven, three-forty five… this is the biggest man ever to grace a REBEL
ring, even outstripping the colossal KRENSHOV.

REX CALIBER: He got a couple inches on Kenny, he’s bigger than Matt Kurtis, bigger then Cuzin Zeke, bigger than that chump Murcielago who’s going to get
his ass kicked later tonight, bigger than that senorita I picked up last night!

The music fades and the attention is drawn to the entrance. Unholy guitar riffs raise the hair on everybody’s neck…

JENNY JERSEY: And now, accompanied to the ring by Jeff James! Standing six-foot four and weighing two-hundred forty-five pounds, from Hollywood Florida…
THOMAS YOUNG!

Demon Hunter blows the speakers and out walks exactly those two men. Jeff James with a slight limp seconding his older brother Thomas Young. They head to
the ring to a mixed reaction from the crowd.

ROB MARTINEZ: Thomas Young making his first appearance in a REBEL ring since he was embarrassed by Stylin’ Kyle Roberts back at TBA. I have to say, it’s
a surprise to see Jeff James and Thomas Young together – especially after what Young along with Prince Darko did to Jeff James earlier in 2007. You yourself
fought Jeff James in the War On Crime!

REX CALIBER: Yeah I did, and Static ended his wrestling career! I don’t know why Young is hanging out with this bum, he don’t need him. Thomas Young and
Prince W. Darko were the best tag team next to the OG CRIMES NAPW or REBEL, he don’t need his punk younger brother tagging along.

ROB MARTINEZ: One thing is for sure, both of these men will be looking to make their mark here tonight. JJ Nickels would love a convincing win in his REBEL
debut, and Thomas Young has an awful lot to prove to REBEL fans continent-wide. But how is he going to fare against this giant?

Both men are in the ring, Jeff on the outside corner for Young. Young and Nickels eyeing each other as referee Dale McDonald calls for the bell to start
the contest. DING DING DING.

Young and Nickels circle slowly, then Young cuts in and throws a shot to the breadbasket of Nickels, stunning the big man. Young tries throwing some more,
backing Nickels into the ropes. Irish whip, but Nickels doesn’t want to go. Young tries again, but Nickels isn’t budging… and he just shoves Young down
on his ass with raw power. Young blinks but gets up, trying to get around the man. Nickels almost looks amused before he drops the boom down across Young’s
shoulders. Young struggles to stay on his feet, Nickels brings his forearm down across the shoulders again and this time Young goes down to the canvas
in a heap. Nickels picks the man up roughly, grabs him with two hands and then simply, literally

throws Young halfway across the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: That’s two-hundred forty-five pounds JJ Nickels just tossed across the ring like it was so many styrofoam dumbells!

Young gets up but Nickels is there and sends him back into the ropes with a big shot. This time it’s an Irish whip and Young goes flying into the ropes,
but he ducks the clothesline by Nickels! Young rebounds again and launches a flying forearm that staggers JJ Nickels. The near seven-footer is off-balance
and Young hits him again, again, backing Nickels into the ropes… Young gets some momentum and charges — back dropped over the top rope to the floor
THE HARD WAY. And now JJ Nickels steps over the rope and drops off the apron, taking this match to the outside.

Jeff James shouts at his older brother, yelling “right behind you” as Young tries to pick himself up from the hard landing. He’s gone through bloody matches
with The Foundation but that was a hard landing from a big height. Nickels picks Young up and drops him sternum-first across the guard rail. Young’s face
a mask of teeth gritted through pain, arms crossed over his chest. Nickels looks out over the crowd. It’s difficult to read his exact expression, but it
isn’t really pleasant.

REX CALIBER: This JJ Nickels been toiling in shit wrestling promotions for ten years, this is his first chance at a good fed and damned if I ain’t impressed.
ROB MARTINEZ: Thomas Young spent most of the week calling JJ Nickels a “rookie,” a “kid” even though Nickels has a few years in age and experience on Thomas
Young… and frankly, Rex, I don’t think Nickels appreciated that.

WHAM! Nickels slams Young back-first across the steel ring pole!

REX CALIBER: Yeah, and I don’t think Thomas Young appreciated THAT.

But Nickels isn’t done yet, he’s still got Young in his arms… again RAMMED into the steel ringpost. JJ drops the man down to the concrete in a heap. Pure
power from JJ Nickels and he has Thomas Young in a world of trouble. Nickels gets back into the ring. Young can’t get counted out, but he’s not doing so
well on the outside. McDonald pokes his head between the ropes and asks Young if he wants to continue. He gets a pretty definitive “no,” as Young struggles
to his feet and rolls back into the ring. Nickels stomps him, then picks him up over his shoulder… nailing a high-impact running powerslam, right in
the center of the ring! Thunderous impact and Nickels makes the first pinfall of the match for one, two, no, Young kicks out.

Nickels pulls Young up with a handful of hair and hoists the man over his shoulder again. Towards the corner, snake eyes on Young right into the top turnbuckle.
That one’s going to hurt. Nickels measures his man and drops a big elbow drop right across the chest, then covers for one, two, kick-out.

ROB MARTINEZ: Thomas Young has not had an answer for the size and strength advantage of JJ Nickels. I don’t know how much left he’s got in the tank.

REX CALIBER: With that bruiser pounding on you, I don’t think it can be a lot, but Thomas Young is a damn scrapper. But hell, I’ll agree on that one. There
ain’t much longer Young can last if this keeps up.

James trying to rally his brother, shouting encouragement/direction, but Young is swaying on his feet. Nickels hits the ropes, going for Double Nickels
on the Dime, his version of the Polish Hammer — Young manages to duck out of the way! He kicks the back of Nickels’ knee, bringing the big man down to
one knee, and then hits the ropes — SHINING WIZARD connects! Nickels doesn’t go down, Young hits the ropes again, SHINING WIZARD #2! JJ Nickels still
not down, gets up, back down to one knee… SHINING WIZARD #3!

ROB MARTINEZ: Thomas Young finally takes JJ Nickels down the canvas, there’s a cover one, two… Power out by JJ Nickels!

REX CALIBER: Young could turn this match around, but he gotta do it right now. Any wrestler in this business gonna tell you that on the canvas, everybody’s
the same size.

ROB MARTINEZ: I think you just hit upon of Thomas Young’s biggest problem in this match-up. How is he supposed to hit some of his biggest moves on a man
this size? Shades of Death, the Young Cutter, all useless! Thomas Young has to keep this on the canvas and think outside the box… but can he do that?
Young seems to agree, as he continues to attack the knee of JJ Nickels. JJ almost up, Young kicks the side of the knee and knocks him down to the canvas.
JJ grabs the leg and drives the elbow right into the side of the knee. Does it again. Young grabs the leg — Nickels pulls the leg in and shoves Young
away with huge strength. Young comes back in again, Nickels kicks him away. JJ is getting to his feet as Young tries to get in to take out the knee again,
CLUBBERING BLOW. Young gets knocked loopy. Nickels limping on his feet tries to come at him, drop toe-hold! Nickels goes down awkwardly, and then Thomas
Young shows that he has been watching the right wrestling tapes in preparation for his return…

by locking in the figure-four leglock.

REX CALIBER: If JJ Nickels can’t stand, he can’t win a fight. WHOOOO! Right from the playbook of Carolinas’ own wrestling legend!

ROB MARTINEZ: Ric Flair?

REX CALIBER: No, “The Sexellence of Sexecution” himself… myself!

ROB MARTINEZ: … Thomas Young has the figure-four in the middle of the ring, and JJ Nickels in tremendous pain. The question is, will the big man submit?
Not yet, but the grimace on his face tells the story. That leg has been damaged by Young’s assault and now it’s being torqued for all it’s worth. Young
holding on, but Nickels’ does have one saving grace. His legs are so damn long, he’s not so far from the ropes. He reaches out, can’t make them. Young
applies more pressure, and for a split second Nickels looks like he could give up… but he pushes on the canvas with his hands, then reaches out and grabs
the bottom rope.

ROB MARTINEZ: Thomas Young not about to let go of the hold, trying to do as much damage as he can to the legs. Referee Dale McDonald calling for the rope
break though!

REX CALIBER: What’s he gonna do, disqualify him? This is REBEL RULES, Robbie!

ROB MARTINEZ: McDonald can’t DQ Young, but he also doesn’t have to recognize a submission made while in the ropes. Young can’t win the match if he doesn’t
let go of the hold.

REX CALIBER: Yeah well, your mom.

ROB MARTINEZ: She’d like you to call once in a while, you know.

REX CALIBER: … whaaaaa?

Finally Young detangles his legs from Nickels. Both men are starting to show the effects as this match goes longer. Young has the advantage right now however,
but he seems like he needs a moment to get his energy back and isn’t able to go right back after JJ Nickels. The big man manages to get to his feet, favoring
the right knee considerably. Young comes in and gets at the knee again. He grabs it, looking for the figure-four again — Nickels jams his thumb in Young’s
eye! Young stumbles away, holding his face. Nickels follows up with a big shot to the side of Young’s head, followed by a kneelift. Hammer blow! Nickels
leans against the ropes, then limping forward gets enough momentum to still deliver a thudding clothesline that drops Young like a bad habit.

Nickels leans back against the ropes, and for maybe the first time in the match he shows an expression. Unfortunately for Thomas Young, that expression
is one of anger. JJ Nickels has had enough of Thomas Young. Young is trying to get up, and Nickels storms in and drives a huge kneelift right into the
side of Thomas’ head. Young crumples, but that’s not enough for JJ Nickels. Fireman’s carry?

REX CALIBER: GUT CHECK!

ROB MARTINEZ: JJ Nickels just flung Thomas Young up above his head, and Young came crashing down stomach first onto Nickels’ knee! That could be the match
ender right there, a cover one! Two! Thomas Young gets the shoulder up in the nick of time.

REX CALIBER: He might maybe should have stayed down, Rob, I don’t like the looks of this next one!

ROB MARTINEZ: You probably won’t like the looks of THIS either.

REX CALIBER: What’re you — what the hell is he doing here?

ROB MARTINEZ: Murcielago has come down the aisle and he’s coming right for you, Rex! I don’t think he wants to wait for our main event to get his hands
on you!

REX CALIBER: What are you talking about, hands on “me”? I ain’t Mr. Mexico! Hey — hey! Yeah you come on here, you want to start something?

Both men in ring trying to recover from the long match, but right now the attention of the crowd is on the big Murcielago, the man who will face MR. MEXICO
in tonight’s main event. Murcielago is talking trash to Rex Caliber, throwing some trash towards former Crimes-member Young as well. Jeff James has come
over and is keeping an eye on Murcielago.

It looks like Murcielago and Rex might just come to blows, former student vs mentor, but then referee Dale McDonald yells for Murcielago to get the hell
away from ringside or he’ll boot him out of the building! Murcielago looks angry, but he does not want to lose his chance at Mr. Mexico later tonight.
“You’ll get yours ‘old man’” Murcielago says as a final parting shot to Rex. Caliber is still standing up, but manages to compose himself enough to sit
down… in the ring, JJ Nickels is up. Thomas Young is NOT.

REX CALIBER: Just you wait, you dumb piece of trash, Murcielago, ALL I DID WAS TRY TO MAKE HIM BETTER. Thanks I get man! Ask Prince Darko! I can bring a
man to the next level, that punk Murcielago says I dragged his ass down! YEAH RIGHT!

ROB MARTINEZ: Be that as it may, we have a match in the ring that is developing into a classic right before our eyes! These two men have put it all on the
line, but what’s happening right now?

REX CALIBER: I’ll tell you what’s happening, Murcielago saw this big JJ Nickels and said, damn, I’m scared of him.

ROB MARTINEZ: While I doubt that, JJ Nickels just dragged Young towards the corner, and… oh my God, he can’t be! The near three-hundred fifty pounder
is… is climbing to the top rope! It can’t be! He looks like he’s going for a moonsault! Jeff James is yelling for Thomas to get up, he knows it’ll be
the be the end!

REX CALIBER: It’ll be the world’s BIGGEST moonsault, Martinez, and Thomas Young’ll be the world’s biggest pancake after!

The crowd is wide-eyed at this huge man on the top rope! Can he really hit this move?

We’ll never know, because Thomas Young with a desperate burst of energy gets up and shoves the back of Nickels’ legs, the hurt one giving right out. JJ
Nickels falls square on his balls right on the top rope, and that has to hurt! Thomas Young is breathing heavily, he doesn’t have a lot left in the tank
after this grueling match-up, but he’s got enough to climb up behind Nickels… what the? He’s going to try to back suplex the big man! No good, Nickels
is too heavy, even if he’s distracted by the pain in his “boys.” Young tries again but really, what’s he going to do? Nickels starts fighting back! Back
elbow takes out Young! Nickels trying to stand up on the top rope — hope the ring holds up — Wait a minute! Young trying to stand up behind JJ Nickels,
he can’t hope to — what the — Young trying to back suplex JJ Nickels …

THEY BOTH GO OFF THE TOP ROPE!

And JJ Nickels LANDS on top of Thomas Young. He rolls off on instinct, Nickels himself took some impact. But Young is squashed! Nickels finally throws an
arm over to cover ONE! TWO! TH—

SHOULDER UP!

And the crowd goes crazy! For Thomas Young? What the crap?

REX CALIBER: That’s my boy, mother—

ROB MARTINEZ: Thomas Young gets the shoulder up… despite being squaaaashed by JJ Nickels! And this match has taken the toll both men! OH MY GAWWWWWD!
REX CALIBER: Gimme a new damn beer, I just spilled mine cheerin’!

Nickels can hardly believe that, but Young isn’t exactly “springing to his feet.” Nickels pulls his man up and RACKS HIM! FINAL SOLUTION — Young somehow
slips out behind! He jumps on Nickels back with a sleeper hold, latching on for all he’s worth, but Nickels just leans forward and dumps Young on his ass.
Big boot knocks Young to the ring apron! Young holding the top rope, Nickels shoves it and sends Young flying to the floor…

AND THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE TABLE!

ROB MARTINEZ: OUR TABLE! THOMAS YOUNG JUST EXPLODED THROUGH OUR TABLE!

REX CALIBER: I JUST SPILLED ANOTHER BEER! BARTENDER! DOS CERVEZA!

ROB MARTINEZ: Our table is gone, Thomas Young is not moving on the outside, and here comes JJ Nickels back to the outside. He isn’t coming to discuss the
quality of the water!

Nickels, limping still, comes out and grabs Young. Young looks to be out on his feet, he’s just dead weight. Nickels hoists Young up and bundles him into
the ring. Almost a look of sympathy on his face. Just a flicker. Nickels gets in the ring, Young is down in a heap. All it’s going to take is one big move…
Nickels grabs Young by the tights, pulling him up. It looks like he’s setting up for Civil Disobedience, the Border Toss style powerbomb! But… Young sags
down in a heap, head down to the canvas. Nickels looks down, maybe he should just pin Young and put him out of his misery. Nah, that wouldn’t be style.
Nickels grabs Young by the back of the tights again and pulls him back into powerbomb positionnnnwaitaminute INSIDE CRADLE! ONE! TWO! … THREE!

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of the match… THOMAS YOUNG!

JJ Nickels sits up, an expression of shock on his face. Shock and anger.

ROB MARTINEZ: Thomas Young is out on the canvas, he’s spent, but he had enough left in him, just enough to take advantage of a split-second hesitation on
the part of JJ Nickels and it was enough to get the three-count. What a huge victory for Thomas Young to start 2008!

REX CALIBER: He remembered all my advice from last summer, and forgot Jeff James’ bad advice of the last week and BAM. He gets the win.

ROB MARTINEZ: JJ Nickels is not too happy with that decision, but it was a clean three-count. I don’t think Thomas Young will EVER forget JJ Nickels after
this punishing match-up, however. A tremendous debut for JJ Nickels, but it is Thomas Young who picks up a huge singles victory… will it be the first
of many or was this just a fluke? The coming months will be telling for the former tag champ.

James is in the ring, helping Thomas to his feet. The victor is bruised, sweat soaked and exhausted but he pulled it out. JJ Nickels is heading up the aisle,
taking it out in snarls and threatening glares on the fans lining the long road back to the dressing room. The crowd is still mixed, but there’s no denying
that, strange as it sounds, many are cheering for Thomas Young’s underdog victory against the powerhouse JJ Nickels. One thing is for sure: They just witnessed
one heck of a contest!

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JENNY JERSEY: The following match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the REBEL Number One Contender’s Cup Trophy! Introducing first, the challenger,
weighing in at two hundred forty pounds and hailing from Detroit, Michigan…ADAM DAVIS!

Marilyn Manson begins playing over the speakers in the stadium. Adam Davis steps out from behind the curtain and begins walking down the aisle, he receives
boos from the crowd as he makes his way towards the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing second, weighing in at three hundred fifty pounds and hailing from Middletown, New Jersey, he is the REBEL Number One Contender
Cup holder…KRENSHOV!

”Attack” by 30 Seconds to Mars begins blasting from the speakers, Krenshov appears from behind the curtain to a loud ovation. No doubt Krenshov wants to
win this match and with the determined look on his face, and he plans to do just that.

Referee Alan Stone calls for the bell and the match is officially underway. Davis hits Krenshov with a right hand and then runs and bounces off the ropes.
The right hand had no effect on Kenny Krenshov and Davis runs into a brick wall after bouncing off the ropes. Krenshov grabs Adam Davis and whips him into
the far corner of the ring and follows it up with a running splash that makes Davis come stumble out of the corner. Krenshov whips him hard across the
ring to the turnbuckle opposite them and again follows it up with a big running splash. This time Davis is slouched in the corner rather then stumbling
out. Krenshov goes over to the corner and begins landing rights to the face of Adam Davis.

ROB MARTINEZ: Krenshov has taken control of the match early on. Knowing him I don’t think he will lose control either.

REX CALIBER: I hope it’s a good match, otherwise I’m going to have to finish this flask of tequila now. Which isn’t necessarily a bad thing.

Krenshov takes Adam Davis out of the corner and whips him into the ropes. Davis off the rebound, Krenshov lands a big powerslam in the center of the ring!
Krenshov reaches down and grabs Davis by his wife beater tank top and begins tearing it exposing his chest. Davis is on his feet and his shirt is torn
down the middle. Krenshov whips Davis across the ring, no Davis reverses it and follows it up with a big jumping splash! Davis begins to lay in chops to
Krenshov’s chest and then a few right hands to the face. Davis takes Krenshov out of the corner and whips him into the ropes, Krenshov comes off the rebound
and Davis uses a drop toehold to take the big man down. Davis begins stomping away at one of Krenshov’s legs. He grabs his foot, puts his foot on the back
of his knee, and then drives his foot and Krenshov’s knee into the mat.

ROB MARTINEZ: I think Davis might be trying to set up for that half Boston crab later on in the match. It’s a smart thing to do by taking Krenshov off of
his vertical base.

REX CALIBER: It’s good to be off your vertical base? I might have to find a nice Mexican girl and “take her off her vertical base.” This tequila could help
too.

Davis drives Krenshov’s knee into the mat again. Davis grabs Kenny’s leg and tries to get the Grave Pain locked in. Krenshov powers his way out of it and
sends Davis stumbling forward. Krenshov begins to get to his feet and Davis comes running in to try and land a running DDT. Krenshov counters and lands
a clothesline sending Davis to the mat. Krenshov picks Davis up off the canvas and whips him into the ropes, Davis comes back off the ropes and slides
under Krenshov’s leg and lands a big falling neckbreaker that takes Krenshov down. Davis goes for a pin.

One!

Two!

Krenshov powers his way out of the pin. Krenshov begins to get to his feet, Davis comes running off the ropes and lands a drop kick sending Krenshov back
down to the mat. Krenshov is down and Adam Davis bounces off the ropes again and lands a leg drop across the neck of Kenny Krenshov. Davis gets to his
feet and then begins stomping away at Krenshov’s legs again. Again Davis puts his foot behind Kenny’s knee and drives it into the mat. Krenshov winces
just ever so slightly. Davis again tries to get that Boston Crab locked in again, and again he fails. Krenshov begins getting to his vertical base and
Adam Davis comes running at him, but is sent down to the mat from a big boot! Kenny scoops him up off the mat and whips Davis into the turnbuckle. He thrusts
his shoulder into the midsection of Davis several times and then whips him back across the ring into the other turnbuckle. Krenshov comes running to follow
it up with a big splash but Davis moves and Krenshov goes chest first into the turnbuckle. Kenny comes stumbling away from the turnbuckle backwards and
Davis tries setting up for the Cold Shoulder! Davis jumps trying to hit his Cold Shoulder, but Krenshov catches him and flips him up and over onto his
shoulder and delivers a huge powerslam power slam!

ROB MARTINEZ: Adam Davis was just about power slammed out of his shoes!

REX CALIBER: He wears Jordans. You mind going in there and getting his shoes that he was slammed out of? I can get a lot of money for those.

Krenshov goes for the cover. Referee Alan Stone gets down to make the count.

ONE!

TWO!

TH–Davis kicks out!

Davis gets his shoulder up before the three count. Krenshov whips Davis across the ring into the ropes, but Davis slides between Krenshov’s legs again and
takes him down by taking out the knee that he was working on earlier in the match. Krenshov gets down to one knee and then Davis takes him down with a
swinging neckbreaker. Davis keeps working on that knee. He wants to immobilize the big Kenny Krenshov. Davis stands over Krenshov and begins to wrench
his knee. Davis grabs his foot and wrenches the knee that was worked over earlier on. Krenshov rolls onto his back and with his other foot kicks Davis
and it breaks the hold. Davis stumbles backwards and Krenshov gets to one knee. Davis comes running in again and lands a big DDT in the middle of the ring.
He thinks about going for a pin, but decides against it. He runs and heads to the top rope. Davis is on the top turnbuckle and points to Krenshov. Davis
leaps off the top rope with huge hang time and lands a huge leg drop across the legs of Krenshov!

ROB MARTINEZ: Adam Davis is still working on that knee of Krenshov. He’s keeping the big man down and he’s taking advantage of it. But we all know he won’t
go down without a fight.

REX CALIBER: I will though, if you get what I’m saying here Rob.

ROB MARTINEZ: Why is it I always have to ask you focus on the match?

Davis tries to lock in the Boston Crab, the move he has failed to lock in on a couple of occasions in this match. He has Krenshov’s leg and he drags him
into the center of the ring and locks in the move! Krenshov winces slightly even though he is probably feeling pain in that knee. Davis tries with all
his might to keep the move locked in. Krenshov breaks the hold and Davis stumbles forward. Krenshov uses the ropes to help him get back to his vertical
base. Davis comes darting in and tries taking Kenny down again by hitting him in the knee. Krenshov grabs his knee but does not go down. Davis again tries
running at Kenny to take him off of his feet but Krenshov lands a powerful clothesline that sends him to the canvas. Krenshov scoops the dazed Adam Davis
off the mat, he whips him into the ropes and lands a big spinebuster in the middle of the ring! Krenshov scoops him up again and whips Davis into the corner
with authority and follows it up with a running splash. Krenshov thrusts his shoulder into Davis’ midsection several times before tossing him out of the
corner and into the center of the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: It seems like Kenny Krenshov is working over that midsection and rib area on Adam Davis to try and set up for the Bear Hug to end the match.
REX CALIBER: Are you sure you don’t want any of this tequila Rob? If not I’m just gonna finish it all myself? You sure? Yeah? Ok, I’m just gonna drink it
all myself. Oh, yeah, Krenshov is working over Davis’ midsection real good.

Krenshov grabs Davis by his torn shirt and lifts him off the mat and then whips him into the ropes. Davis comes back off the rebound and Krenshov grabs
him! He’s got the bear hug locked in. He’s thrashing Adam Davis back and forth! The match could be over here. Krenshov slams Davis into the mat with authority,
the sound echoes throughout the stadium. Krenshov goes to the mat for the pin, referee Alan Stone goes to the mat to make the count.

SMASHING PUMPKINS?!

The Smashing Pumpkins’ song “Zero” begins playing over the speakers in the stadium. That only means one thing, Dan Ryan! Krenshov doesn’t hesitate to get
to his feet and ready to fight another person. While Krenshov readies himself for Dan Ryan, Adam Davis notices that Krenshov isn’t paying attention to
him. He gets the school boy! He’s got the pin!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of the match, and new Number One Contender’s Cup holder, ADAM DAVIS!

Adam Davis wins the match and is the new REBEL Number One Contender! Davis pops up from the mat and referee Alan Stone raises his hand in victory. Krenshov
looks furious, he rolls out of the ring and storms to the back and along the way he yells, “Who the FUCK played that music?!” While power walking back
the fans that Krenshov passes cheer him and try and touch him or get a high five. They get none of that, not cause of disrespect, but because he is too
pissed to notice them. In the ring Chet Whettleson interviews Adam Davis, who is being showered in boos from the fans.

CHET WHETTLESON: Adam you just won the REBEL Number One Contender’s Cup in a hard fought match against a more than capable opponent. Do you know what belt
you want to fight for?

ADAM DAVIS: Belt? Nah, I think I’ll keep this thing awhile. I mean with me holding it, it’s the hottest prize around. In fact I’ll put it up against anyone
in that locker room and on any REBEL card!

REX CALIBER: The Iceman should know better than to leave an open challenge on the table… it won’t take long for someone too…

Claude Higgins music begins playing. Higgins comes out from the curtain with a microphone in hand and calls out Adam Davis.

CLAUDE HIGGINS: Davis, since you’re willing to put that up again any wrestler and on any card, I’ll be waiting for you next week at Supremacy.

REX CALIBER: Let me finish, since I was interrupted, but Higgins proved my point. It don’t long for challenges to get accepted around here.

Davis is booed as Higgins walks back through the curtain to the locker room. Adam Davis pushes Chet Whettleson’s microphone away and rolls out of the ring
and makes his way back to the locker room as boos still rain down on him from the crowd.

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JENNY JERSEY: The following match is the BATTLE OF THE CHAMPIONS! This match will be held under… CENSORSHIP RULES!

REX CALIBER: We finally get to see who Kyle Roberts got to come in!

ROB MARTINEZ: What if he didn’t get anyone? Can he defeat the C.A.B.S on his own?

REX CALIBER: It’s gonna be a tough, and if he goes it alone, my money is on the C.A.B.S!

“Censored Truth” by Naked Aggression pumps out through Toluca, Mexico. Ace Adams and Steven Wylde enter along with Rosie Cheeks. They hold up the REBEL
World Tag Belts as the fans boo them heavily. They smirk and enter the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, they are accompanied by Rosie Cheeks. They weigh in at a combined five hundred pounds. They are former NAPW Tag Team Champions.
They are the current REBEL Tag Team Champions of the WORLD! Ace Adams… Steven Wylde… CENSORSHIP AGAINST BAD STUFF!

I AM THE MAN!

And the fans get off their asses, give some super cheers to the champ… Kyle Roberts. He salutes the fans, and enters the ring, looking back at the curtain,
then gives an unconfident shake of his head.

ROB MARTINEZ: What’s that about? Does he not know if his partner is here?

REX CALIBER: What partner? HA! Kyle’s going to get his ASS KICKED! This is like the best trip to Mexico EVER!

Kyle stretches a bit then points to his belt, then his temple, cause he is “Smarter than the C.A.B.S?” He better hope he is!

JENNY JERSEY: And their opponents, er… opponent?

Kyle shrugs, and she continues.

JENNY JERSEY: He is from Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan. He weighed in tonight at two hundred fifty seven pounds. He is the current reigning REBEL Heavyweight
Champion of the WORLD! He is STYLIN’ KYLE ROBERTS!

Alan Stone calls for the bell. Ace Adams gets in the ring first. Kyle and him lock up quickly, with Kyle quickly pushing the lighter Adams to the ropes.
Alan Stone steps in and issues a five count for Kyle to break the hold. At four, he breaks it. Then delivers a knee to the abdomen. Rosie is screaming
at the ref to disqualify him. Kyle yells a very disrespectful, “Shut the Hell up” at Rosie. The fans go crazy, and start chanting “puta de la cocaína”.
ROB MARTINEZ: What does that mean? Any idea?

REX CALIBER: Well “puta” means whore, and I’m gonna assume “cocaína” is like cocaine… so, you figure out the rest.

ROB MARTINEZ: OHH…

REX CALIBER: Seems like you would know this stuff more than me since your name is “Martinez”.

ROB MARTINEZ: My family is from Wyoming.

Kyle Roberts takes Ace down with a side head lock and squeezes tight. Adam rolls him over and gets a two count, making Kyle let go of the head lock. Ace
Adams quickly goes for a tag, and Steven Wylde is the legal man. Steven charges in and attempts a spear, that Kyle Roberts side steps. Steven tries to
recover but eats a damn fine looking drop kick to the mug. Steven rolls outside the ring, and the C.A.B.S huddle together for a game plan. Kyle takes the
time to get a few deep breaths in. Steven breaks the huddle at the eight count, and enters the ring. Kyle and Steven lock up, Kyle then taking Steven down
with a arm drag, followed with an arm bar. Kyle wrenches on it, and Steven yells out in pain. Rosie gets on the ring apron and distracts Alan Stone. In
comes Ace Adams with a kick to the head of Roberts.

REX CALIBER: Ouch… that looked painful. Good thing Kyle doesn’t have much of a brain or it might be concussed.

ROB MARTINEZ: Do you hate him that badly?

REX CALIBER: If you had to wrestle a man a zillion times and get beat only once, only to never get a rematch for the belt you made world famous… yeah
you might hate that man too.

Steven gets up and whips Kyle over into the C.A.B.S corner. Ace is tagged in and the champs use the five seconds allotted to double team Mr. Roberts. DOUBLE
FLAP JACK ON KYLE! The cover!

ONE!

TWO!

SHOULDER UP!

Ace stays in and gets Roberts up for a Reverse DDT. Ace quickly drags the prone World Champ to his corner. Steven is once again tagged in, and Wylde has
Kyle up for a Reverse Suplex, but Kyle gets out, landing on his feet behind Wylde. POLARIZER! Kyle with the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

ACE ADAMS BREAKS UP THE COUNT!

REX CALIBER: Kyle can’t get anything going. How long can he last against the best tag team in REBEL?

ROB MARTINEZ: I don’t know, but you know he won’t quit.

Ace gets tagged in and they’re setting up Kyle for another double team move.. this time ASSISTED BULLDOG! Ace with the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

FOOT ON THE ROPES!

Ace looks frustrated and gets Kyle up, throwing him into the corner. Steven holds the champ in place. Drop kick to the exposed mid section of the champ
by Ace Adams.

REX CALIBER: Wait… my cell is going off.. who the hell is calling me at this hour?

Rex takes off the headset and takes the call. Rex gets up and puts the head set back on for a brief moment.

ROB MARTINEZ: What’s going on?

REX CALIBER: Be back in a bit, I hope I don’t miss the Mr. Mexico- Murcielago match.

ROB MARTINEZ: UH.. OK.. hurry back (laughs)

Rex leaves the ringside area and the crowd doesn’t know what to think. Kyle in the mean time is being assaulted with chops to the chest by Ace. Kyle tries
to fight him off, but having his arms held out of the ref’s eye sight isn’t helping his cause. Ace Adam tags in Steven. Kyle is dazed and Ace grabs his
arms again. Alan Stone needs some contacts or lasik surgery, cause he damn sure can’t see. Steven is looking for a spear… he runs at Kyle and EATS KYLE’S
BOOT! Steven is knocked out. Ace lets go after Alan Stone FINALLY sees the infraction. Kyle slumps down in the corner, being assaulted by two men for nearly
ten minutes. Ace Adams in the ring, dragging Steven to the corner. He tags himself in, while Alan Stone is the worse Censorship ref ever, doesn’t admonish
him for coming in the ring. Steven gets up and they are calling for CENSOR THIS! The Bear hug is applied, Steven is getting ready…

BAD BOYS, BAD BOYS, WHAT YOU GONNA DO?

ROB MARTINEZ: Ace Adams drops Kyle as we see the Battle of the Champions get even. The EXTREME JOBBER CHAMPION has made his way to Mexico!

Joey Malone hits the ring an is a house of fire. Drop kick on Ace, Clothesline on Steven. They go to the outside and Joey Malone is standing tall. Kyle
is helped up and Kyle pushes him away, mouthing “What took you so long.” Joey responds: “I live in Canada!” During this Steven and Ace come in from behind
and ambush the Dynamic Duds, er… Joey and Kyle! Steven with the CENSORPLEX… WAIT JOEY MALONE GETS OUT! Adam is trying to work over Kyle. Alan Stone
has lost control of this match. He throws up his hands as the two teams start trading punches and calls Jenny Jersey over.

JENNY JERSEY: This match is now going to be officiated under REBEL RULES!

That distracts the C.A.B.S who then get taken down by double drop kicks. Joey Malone goes to the outside. He grabs something from ringside. In the ring
Steven and Ace get up and try to take down Kyle. Joey Malone gets on the top rope… Ace sees him but too late… FLYING RING BELL SMASH! ACE IS BUSTED
HIDE OPEN! Steven turns around and bell to his head too. Kyle looks at him and mouths “You stole my move!” Joey shrugs and they both cover the fallen C.A.B.S!
ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

JENNY JERSEY: The winners of the match STYLIN’ KYLE ROBERTS AND…

Out of the crowd comes a man with a hoodie on covering his head. He grabs Joey Malone and drags him out of the ring, under the bottom rope. He kicks him
in the stomach and FLIPPING PILE DRIVER ON JOEY MALONE!

JENNY JERSEY: STILL EXTREME JOBBER CHAMPION… JOEY MALONE!

The man with the hoodie flips it back and reveals that it wasn’t just any Flipping Pile Driver.. it was the CK FINALE! Chad gets a mic from ringside.

CHAD KURTIS: Next week… you will see that same move again, only it’ll be personally gave to you by the THE SHOW! My rematch clause is being used next
week.. shine that belt up for the TRUE PTP’ER AND THE NEXT WORLD CHAMPION… CHAD KURTIS!

ROB MARTINEZ: The final round of Kyle Roberts versus Chad Kurtis to go down next week. Kyle better not take Chad lightly, he hits that move.. it’s lights
out.

Kyle grabs his belt, and exits as Chad leaves through the crowd. Joey Malone, and both C.A.B.S are laying out. Medical teams come out to assist all three
men.

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JENNY JERSEY: The following match is the main event of the evening and is a MEXICAN DEATH MATCH!

ROB MARTINEZ: Wonder where Rex could be? Who am I kidding! A lot of us, actually everyone accept Murcielago, suspects Rex and Mr. Mexico to be the same
person. We shall see.

“Da Graveyard” begins to play and out walks one hated man. Murcielago is booed like The New England Patriots in Miami right now. Hate might not really describe
the feelings one nation has for this man. Enzo and Murc walk to the ring, unfazed and not to concerned. Already taking an interest in the Thomas Young
match earlier, and nearly going to blows with Rex Caliber.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, accompanied by Enzo. He weighs in at nearly three hundred pounds. He is a former REBEL Carolina’s Champion, MURCIELAGO!
Mexicanos, al grito de guerra El acero aprestad y el bridón; y retiemble en sus centros la tierra Al sonoro rugir del cañón

Ciña oh patria! tus sienes de oliva De la Paz el arcángel divino, Que en el cielo tu eterno destino Por el dedo de Dios se escribió.

Más si osare un extraño enemigo Profanar con su planta tu suelo, Piensa, oh patria querida ,que el cielo Un soldado en cada hijo te dio.

That’s the Mexican National Anthem, in which Mr. Mexico enters too. He is showered with cheers, flowers and love.

Guerra, guerra sin tregua al que intente De la patria manchar los blasones!

Guerra, guerra! Los patrios pendones En las olas de sangre empapad.

Guerra, guerra! En el monte, en el valle Los cañones horrísonos truenen

Y los ecos sonoros resuenen Con las voces de Unión! Libertad!

Antes, patria, que inermes tus hijos Bajo el yugo su cuello dobleguen,

Tus campiñas con sangre se rieguen, Sobre sangre se estampe su pie.

Y tus templos, palacios y torres Se derrumben con hórrido estruendo, Y sus ruinas existan diciendo: De mil héroes la patria aquí fue.

Mr. Mexico enters the ring and Murcielago has a laser eye on him.

Patria! patria! Tus hijos te juran Exhalar en tus aras su aliento, Si el clarín con su bélico acento Los convoca a lidiar con valor.

Para ti las guirnaldas de oliva!

Un recuerdo para ellos de gloria!

Un laurel para ti de victoria!

Un sepulcro para ellos de honor!

Mexicanos, al grito de guerra El acero aprestad y el bridón; y retiemble en sus centros la tierra Al sonoro rugir del cañón.

The anthem finishes as Mr. Mexico, wearing a full body Mexican Flag styled tight suit, which matches his mask, is ready for his introduction.

JENNY JERSEY: From Mexico City, Mexico… weighing in at two hundred forty five pounds… MR. MEXICO!

ROB MARTINEZ: The pop heard for this man is deafening, now keep in mind, we’re outside! This match is a take off of Texas Death Matches, where multiple
falls can occur, but you have to make it back to the ring and on your feet with in a ten count to not lose the match. Falls don’t matter, as long as you
can make it in and up. The ten count starts after a pinfall or submission. Falls count anywhere and no other rules apply. Mr. Mexico is the same weight
as Rex Caliber and seems to be his height too it seems.

The bell sounds at the command of Jimmy Johnson. Murcielago charges at Mr. Mexico, only to get side stepped and chopped across the chest on the rebound.
Murcielago doesn’t go down, and quickly punches Mr. Mexico in the head. Loud boos are heard as Mr. Mexico hits the mat. Murc waits little time and picks
Mexico up. POWERBOMB ON MR. MEXICO. The cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Murcielago backs off Mexico, as the ten count starts. Mexico gets up at the count up five and the match continues. Murc gets near his masked opponent again,
but Mexico punches Murcielago in the testicles. The crowd goes crazy as if they think the entire countries success rides on this match. Mexico drop kicks
the knee of Murcielago. Murcielago is prone and Mexico applies the Texas Cloverleaf!

ROB MARTINEZ: This is interesting. That move is also known as… the NEXUS CLOVERLEAF!

Murcielago gets to the ropes, and won’t lose if he taps out in them. He is crawling out of the ring, in attempt to break the move. He succeeds only to plummet
down to the floor. Mr. Mexico goes up high and BIG SPLASH ONTO MURCIELAGO! The count is late and Mexico can’t pin Murcielago. Mexico gets Murcielago in
to position and MONKEY FLIP INTO THE STEEL POST! Murcielago is busted open quickly. Mr. Mexico grabs a steel chair. He waits for Murc to get up and then…
ENZO STEALS THE CHAIR! Mexico is distracted and then turns around to receive… SPINE BUSTER ON THE FLOOR! Murcielago pins him.. One. Two. THREE!

ROB MARTINEZ: The match would have been over minutes into this match, twice in fact, if the match was under regular REBEL rules. Murcielago slides into
the ring. Mexico is being helped up by Enzo? They want to end Rex’s… I mean Mexico’s career!

Mr. Mexico is in the ring at the count of Seven and is picked up by Murcielago. Boot to the stomach and DROP TOP ON MR. MEXICO!

ROB MARTINEZ: It has to be over. What a one sided mat… WAIT! Is that?

Rex Caliber is walking back to ringside. Murcielago locks eyes with him. Rex takes his seat at ringside.

REX CALIBER: What did I miss?

ROB MARTINEZ: YOU’RE NOT MR. MEXICO?

REX CALIBER: Of course not. That kids been training at the Rex School of Wrestling for about three weeks now. He wanted a shot, and I got him booked.

ROB MARTINEZ: So all this for what purpose?

REX CALIBER: To fuck with Murcielago’s mind!

Murcielago picks Mexico up for a Diamond Cutter, or as he calls it DEFCON 1!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Jimmy Johnson begins the count as Murcielago jaws at Rex. The count reaches ten and the match is over pretty quick. Murcielago did get bloodied and is very
upset about it. But what he really wants is Rex Caliber. Enzo throws Murc a mic.

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of the match…MURCIELAGO!

MURCIELAGO: I’ve stated it all week… I CAN BEAT ANY “CRIME” WHOEVER LIVED! So how about it pops… come on and face me ONE ON ONE!

“Screams of the Undead” begins to play and out walks Thomas Young.

THOMAS YOUNG: Can you? Can you really? Well… next week, I got no problem beating your ass and making you tap the fuck out!

MURCIELAGO: Aight then you little bitch, you got it!

REX CALIBER: So you think you can beat Young? How bout do it in a Submission match? How about that you big retarded moron?

MURCIELAGO: I’ll break his ass in pieces… anything to break a “Crime” down and kick his ass!

AKKKFFOOORRTY!

PRINCE DARKO: Cut my music. That big mother fucker want some of a “Crime” than look no further than here.. PRINCE W. DARKO! I got some shit to do in Raleigh
next week and.. kicking your poser ass will be icing on my fucking cake.

THOMAS YOUNG: I done got his ass next week, go wrestle up north and leave this shit to me!

PRINCE DARKO: Man fuck you… HE CAN’T WHOOP ME! YOUR BROTHER CAN’T WHOOP ME, AND YOU KNOW DAMN WELL YOU CA…

REX CALIBER: (interrupting)If Murcielago is a real man, he might want to fight you in a Zamunda Street Fight too! Hell.. he so hell bent on proving is “Supremacy”
over the Crimes, why not back to back matches next week!

MURCIELAGO: Shut the fuck up you old bald mother fucker. I’d come down there and kick your ass right now, if your two bitches wouldn’t jump me. I want Rex
Caliber! Not these jobbers!

PRINCE DARKO: Who the fuck you callin’ a God Damn jobber? I’ll fuck you up!

REX CALIBER: Calm down, Darko! Murc, how about if you can beat both of these men next week… you and me at Winter Blast?

MURCIELAGO: That’s pussified on your part, but if you want those two to get they ass whipped so be it.. I’ll beat both of them in their own matches and
then your ass is mine old man!

MINE!

Murcielago spits towards Rex. Rex Caliber takes his jacket off and charges into the ring. Murc tries to nail him, but Darko and Young are in there too.
Murcielago takes shots at all of them. Rex nails him with a right hand. Darko gets a left from Murc. Security jumps in the ring trying separate them. Young
and Darko start scrapping in the corner, trying to decide who is gonna get at Murcielago. Rex Caliber breaks through and spears Murcielago. Murcielago
turns him over and wails on the head of Rex Caliber. Murc’s blood all over the dress shirt of the Nexus One. Darko and Young are being taken to the back.
Security is holding Rex and Murcielago at bay… IT’S MAYHEM IN MEXICO FOLKS!