03/11/2008
Live on closed circuit television, in several Rick Garrett owned bars, and inside the sold out REBEL Arena, we see the following video begin to play.

VOICE OVER: Defiance… one word, that has been used to describes acts committed my many people. The Colonies of these United States acted in Defiance of
the Red Coats several hundred years ago. They would not back down against an iron fisted rule. That freedom won is something will enjoy today.

A shot of Chad Kurtis winning the World title inside a steel cage, one month ago, is shown.

VOICE OVER: In today’s time we have our on Defiance’s. Chad Kurtis was certainly showing Defiance against the powerful champion Kyle Roberts, who reigned
like no other for nearly five months. Chad did not back down, and earned the most hard fought match of his career.

A shot of El Rey and Zeke is now shown, as they won the World Tag titles last week.

VOICE OVER: El Rey and Zeke defied the odds and finally became champions in REBEL. The opposition held on tightly to the belts as El Rey and Zeke ripped
them out of their hands. The odd couple wrote their own page in history last week. This week, they hope to continue for another page.

The word Defiance is described as a Hostile Challenge. Tonight.. Chad Kurtis will face a Hostile Jake Phoenix. El Rey and Zeke shall face a Hostile tag
team, who must win earlier in the night for a chance at gold.

Every member of the REBEL Roster wants to win leading into the Birthday Bash. This is their last stand. Their last act of DEFIANCE!

Inside the Civic Center in Greenwood, South Carolina, we hear a ruckus of the a crowd, who are chanting REBEL! REBEL!! REBEL!!! Rex “The Rexecellence of
Rexecution” Caliber and Rob “The Magic Man” Martinez are in the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: WELCOME TO REBEL PRO WRESTLING! We are broadcasting LIVE in Rick Garrett’s Clubs of Fun and LIVE on four big screens in the REBEL ARENA! We
are LIVE in Greenwood, South Carolina! Two Championships on the line tonight!

REX CALIBER: That’s right, tonight El Rey and Cuzin Zeke defend against… TO BE DETERMINED! TBD are awesome by the way! And of course the main event will
feature “The Show” Chad Kurtis in his defense of his World title, taking on the Murder City Devil… Jake Phoenix.

ROB MARTINEZ: Six of our top superstars will do battle in a HUGE Six man tag! Also we have Rex’s pet match, the DOUBLE ELIMINATION TABLES MATCH!

REX CALIBER: Yeah, and we also have some other big time matches. Tonight, the REBEL wrestlers will compete against each other, fight tooth and nail, in
one big show of…

ROB MARTINEZ: DEFIANCE!

——————————————————————————–
JENNY JERSEY: This is your opening contest!

The crowd goes crazy, ready for some hardcore REBEL action!

JENNY JERSEY: The following match is set for one fall! Coming to the ring first…

“Let It Go” by Def Leppard blasts over the PA. There’s not a lot of reaction for this unfamiliar music, or the unfamiliar man that steps through the curtain,
a man in his late thirties, wearing a blue singlet with “MM” in green on his right thigh and sporting an unfortunate unintentional mullet. In his left
is a chair with “MM” spray painted in green on the seat.

JENNY JERSEY: From Albuquerque, New Mexico, he weighs two hundred thirty five pounds, here is MIKEY… MASSACRE!

Massacre slaps a few hands on the way to the ring, but a few of the fans are making fun of his hair.

ROB MARTINEZ: This man may be a newcomer to REBEL’s ring, but he’s no rookie. Twenty plus years of experience walking down that ring.

REX CALIBER: So why have I never heard of him?

Massacre slides into the ring and climbs the buckles, tapping his head with the steel chair a few times before tossing it down on the floor below. The music
changes to “Blow Me Away” by Breaking Benjamin… and there’s still no reaction from the crowd.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent, from Fort Lauderdale, Florida…

A very thin man steps through the curtain, and some of the people in the crowd are straight up laughing at him. A fan yells out “TOOTHPICK” as this young
man, wearing baggy shorts and a wifebeater with several bandanas tied around his wrists, arms, and around his head.

JENNY JERSEY: He weighs one hundred fifty one pounds… here is JOHN… X… CORE!

REX CALIBER: Who let this kid out of the backyard?

ROB MARTINEZ: John X Core doesn’t look like a typical wrestler, but let’s see what this kid can do in the ring!

John X Core slaps hands and steps up on the apron, sling-shotting himself in and crossing his arms over his chest. The referee checks both men and everything
looks to be a go. The bell sounds and Massacre and Core slap hands. The two newcomers circle each other, and Massacre dives in to try and shoot the legs.
Core uses his speed to sprawl out of the way, and both men stand and face off once again. Core smiles and laugh, while Massacre throws his arms up for
a collar and elbow. Core pauses for a second, then moves in for the lockup. Massacre uses his size to back Core into the corner. Struggle in the corner
and Massacre whips Core across the ring to the far post… Core steps up on the second turnbuckle and flips back over, posing for the crowd!

ROB MARTINEZ: Great athleticism shown by this newcomer so far!

Core turns around right into a vicious lariat by Massacre and flips over 360 degrees, crashing to the mat chest first!

REX CALIBER: Yeah, the way John X Core ate that clothesline, very athletic! Get on him, Mikey!

Massacre grabs one of Core’s arms and drives a series of short kneedrops into Core’s ribs before cinching in an armbar. Core slithers his way to a seated
position and kicks his leg up above his head, popping Massacre right in the shoulder! Core pulls his arm free and runs off the far ropes… Massacre tries
another clothesline, but this one is ducked… another try on the rebound is ducked under as well by Core! Core off the far ropes again, cross-body connects,
Massacre catches him, though! The momentum sends Massacre back to the ropes and both men go tumbling over to the floor! The crowd is cheering loud as both
men get to their feet and start trading blows! Standing dropkick by Core puts Massacre down!

REX CALIBER: This Core kid… he looks like if you blow hard on him, he’ll fall over, but he’s putting up one hell of a fight!

ROB MARTINEZ: He’s got the veteran, Mikey Massacre, dazed and befuddled on the floor, and Core rolls into the ring, getting the crowd behind him some more!
Core looks down at Massacre on the floor, and gets a huge smile on his face. Core runs, hits the far ropes, and comes back…

MOONSAULT OVER THE TOP ROPE, NO HANDS! RIGHT ONTO MIKEY MASSACRE!

The crowd goes ballistic, busting out a “HOLY SHIT!” chant as this newcomer has come to impress! Core pops up, fired up, pumping his fists! He slowly drags
Massacre to his feet and, with a lot of effort, slides him into the ring. Core climbs into the ring himself, and yells out “HEADSHOT”, taunting Massacre
to get to his feet. Massacre slowly gets vertical and Core takes aim with a superkick!

Ducked under by Massacre! Massacre ends up behind Core! Atomic Drop! Bulldog! Massacre rolls Core over for the cover!

One….

TWO……..

Shoulder up!

John X Core gets the shoulder up! Massacre pulls Core up to a seated position and locks in a headlock. Core begins kicking the mat in rhythm to get the
crowd behind him…

ROB MARTINEZ: We’re seeing a lot of resilience out of this young man tonight in his REBEL debut…

REX CALIBER: Resilience is only gonna get you so far, Rob, talent and experience take up the rest, and Mikey Massacre at least has the experience advantage.
Core rolls to his knees and then to his feet, Massacre keeping the headlock on tight. Core backs Massacre to the ropes and shoves him off. Massacre takes
him down on the rebound with a vicious shoulderblock! Massacre moves to Core’s legs, looking to lock in a Texas Cloverleaf, but Core rolls him up!

One….

TWO……..

Core can’t keep him on the mat! Strong kickout by Massacre!

Core keeps the pressure on with a couple of stomps to the breadbasket of Massacre. Massacre gets up on all fours and Core delivers a nasty dropkick right
to the head! Core covers again, hooking the leg…

One….

TWO……..

Still not close to a victory, another strong kickout by Massacre!

REX CALIBER: Core just doesn’t have the weight to keep his man on the mat, he’s gonna have to knock him out if he wants a shot at winning this thing.

It sounds like Core heard Rex’s commentary as he flips Massacre on his back and grabs his arms like a surfboard, stepping on Massacre’s head for more leverage!
Core yells out “BACKWASH!” and falls backwards, pulling Massacre’s torso up and whiplashing his head against Core’s boot! The crowd oooo’s and aah’s as
Massacre grabs the back of his head and writhes in pain! Core rolls him over and covers again!

One….

TWO……..

THR-NO! Shoulder up at the last second!

Core looks frustrated and looks out to the floor, to Massacre’s chair sitting near the ringpost. He slides out and grabs the chair and slides it back into
the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: It looks like John X Core is ready to go to extreme measures to get this victory.

REX CALIBER: That’s Massacre’s chair! You can’t hit a guy with his own chair!

Core isn’t listening, as he waits for Massacre to get up so he can part that flowing skullet with cold steel. Massacre gets to his feet…

SWING AND A MISS! Massacre ducks the chairshot from Core! Dropkick from Massacre send the chair flying to the mat! Massacre yells out loud, “THAT’S IT!”
and picks up Core over the chair…

BRAINBUSTER ON THE CHAIR! Core’s dead to the world, but Massacre’s not done yet, he’s going up top… FROG SPLASH! Massacre calls that, fittingly enough,
“The Massacre”! He covers!

One….

TWO……..

THREE!!!!!

JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner, MIKEY MASSACRE!

REX CALIBER: His chair didn’t betray him this time, Rob! I told you that you can’t hit a guy with his own chair!

ROB MARTINEZ: A big win in his debut tonight for Mikey Massacre, but a really strong showing by John X Core as well, close to winning several times tonight.
REX CALIBER: Close only gets you so far in this business, Rob, it’s winning that counts, and John X Core isn’t a winner tonight!

Massacre retrieves his chair from under Core as Core slowly rises to his feet. Massacre goes to leave, but Core grabs his arm… does the kid want some
more? No, he’s extending his hand out for a handshake of respect… and Massacre slaps his hand, holding up the chair in the air. The crowd stands up and
applauds these two newcomers.

ROB MARTINEZ: The crowd’s clearly been won over today by these two.

REX CALIBER: Hell of a match between these two. Hopefully things keep up at this fast and furious pace all night!

——————————————————————————–

JENNY JERSEY: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and will earn the winners a title shot later tonight! Introducing first, weighing in tonight
at two-hundred and thirty pounds, from San Diego, California… MICHAEL DAVIDSON!

”Bring Da Noise” by Public Enemy starts booming through the speakers and the crowd almost immedietely boo’s. Michael Davidson comes out from behind the
curtain with Brent Taylor by his side, still sporting a cast and they take a few steps out before Jenny gets back on the mic.

JENNY JERSEY: And his partner, weighing in at two-hundred and thirty two pounds, hailing from Los Angeles, California…MANNY FINNEGAN!

”Jamibi” by Tool replaces Davidson’s song and Manny Finnegan comes out to just as many, if not more, boos, then he meets up with Michael and the two walk
to the ring, climb in, and await their opponents.

JENNY JERSEY: And their opponenets, introducing first, weighing in tonight at two-hundred and thirty pounds, from Manchester, Britain…MIKE “ASSMAN” TREY!!
MC Hammer’s “You Can’t Touch This” hits the speakers and the crowd jumps to their feet and nearly causes the roof to come off! Mike Trey comes out from
behind the curtain and the cheering just gets louder. He walks forward, slapping the hands of a few nearby people, and stops to wait for his partner.

JENNY JERSEY: And his partner, hailing from Staten Island, New York, weighing in at one-hundred and seventy-eight pounds…STONE ZELLOR!

Instantaneously the crowd stops cheering and boo’s and jeers are what replace it. “Connection” by Elastica begins to play and Stone Zellor comes out to
nothing but jeers. He shrugs it off and meets up with Assman and the two head into the ring, keeping their eyes fixated on their opponents. They climb
in and head to their appropriate corner

ROB MARTINEZ: Two odd ball team for sure. Davidson and Manny have similar styles. Assman and Stone are both former tag champs, Assman in REBEL, Stone in
NAPW. This match is UNPREDICTABLE!

REX CALIBER: I gotta go with Davidson and Manny, but Stone wants the gold just as bad.

The bell rings and Manny Finnegan rushes Assman! Manny takes him over the top rope and they both hit the floor! In the ring Davidson has gotten Stone into
the corner and is nailing away with elbow after elbow, not allowing Stone to set the momentum. Stone pushes him off and hits him with a couple hard rights
of his own, sending him staggering back into the ropes. This match has barely even started and everyone is out to kill someone! Davidson and Stone somehow
manage to tie up, Davidson over powers Stone, sends him into the ropes and STONE WITH A PLANCHA! He crashes down on Manny and Assman and the fans aren’t
sure whether to cheer or not. He climbs back onto the apron and Davidson clubs him in the face, sending him to the ground. Davidson climbs out, following
Stone, and Assman and Manny are nailing each other with lefts and rights. Davidson lifts Stone up and DRIVES him into the guard rail! Assman has a hold
of Manny and FACE into the post! AGAIN! AGAIN! Davidson grabs hold of Assman and sends him into the guardrail as well! Looks like those two

have an early
advantage because of Davidson!

ROB MARTINEZ: This is stiff action. These guys are non stop!

REX CALIBER: They are reminding me of some old Foundation matches.

Manny rolls into the ring to check on his face and Davidson is moving toward Stone. UPPERCUT by Stone out of nowhere! Davidson reels backwards into Assman
who’s on his feet! GERMAN SUPLEX! Davidson lands hard and MANNY OVER THE ROPES! He crushes Assman but Stone Zellor refusing to let him capture any offense!
He lands a hard right on the jaw that dazes Manny and causes him to lean into the guardrail. Stone backs up, rushes, and BOOTS him in the face! Manny flips
over the rail and lands in the audience. Stone and Assman have the advantage now and Michael Davidson has a chair! ASSMAN goes down! He swings it at Stone!
LOW BLOW! Davidson falls to his knees and Stone kicks him hard in the face. Stone grabs the chair, spins and DRIVES it into the skull of Manny who was
trying to climb the railing. Manny falls limp after the shot and lays atop the guard rail. Davidson is getting up and NAILS Stone with a hard right that
causes him to land on his back! Assman jumps at Davidson, hitting him with an elbow and locks in a side headlock, waiting for Stone to get back up, BACK
SUPLEX! Assman is down and Davidson picks up the chair from before! He swings it at Stone! Stone braces for it but Davidson stops and LOW BLOWs Stone!
Davidson quickly yelps in pain and grabs his foot and looks up at Stone…BACKHAND! Davidson falls flat on his back and once again him and Assman are standing.
ROB MARTINEZ: Assman and Stone standing tall.

They both pick up Davidson and roll him into the ring…MANNY OFF THE GUARD RAIL! ZELLOR NAILS HIM MID-AIR WITH THE CHAIR! Manny crumbles on the ground
and the two roll into the ring to pick apart Davidson who managed to pull himself to his feet. Zellor swings! Misses! Davidson ducks it and LARIAT! takes
Assman out! Davidson off the ropes and JUMPING SIDE KICK! Stones head bobbles from the impact and he crumbles to the mat. Manny rolls into the ring and
has a lead pipe! Assman is regaining life and PIPE TO THE SKULL! It cracks off Assman’s head, busting him open instantly! He falls limp and Manny…HITS
HIM AGAIN! AND AGAIN! AND ONE MORE TIME! Four shots the the skull in total and Assman is a mess! Davidson has been laying into Stone with stomps and knees
and now has him propped up in the corner. He runs back for speed, rushes, and Stone jumps out of the ring! Davidson almosts meets the turnbuckle and Stone
quickly reaches in to pull out a bleeding Assman. Manny stops him though by cracking him in the hand with the pipe. Manny drags Assman to the center of
the ring and hops out. Davidson looks back to see where his partner went and STONE FROM BEHIND! SPRINGBOARD DROPKICK! It hits Davidson hard and sends him
rolling to the opposite side of the ring. Manny then hopes onto the apron with a FLAMING 2×4!

REX CALIBER: HOLY SHIT ROB!

Stone’s face goes from accomplished to stunned and he quickly pulls Assman out of the ring and out of harms way. Assman regains his equilibrium on the outside
and wipes the blood from his eyes. The two teams are at a standoff, one team has a flaming 2×4 and the other…Nothing. Stone climbs onto the apron and
so does Assman. They begin taunting Manny. Manny tries to keep his cool…BUT RUSHES! 2×4! MISSED! STONE LOW BLOWS HIM! The 2×4 hits the outside of the
ring and Stone starts choking Manny over the top rope. Assman grabs the 2×4 and RIGHT INTO MANNY’S HEAD! Manny flips over the ropes screaming and Davidson
gets up to see his partner down and BURNT! Stone hops in and starts badmouthing Davidson. Assman is standing over Manny with the 2×4. AND STONE AND DAVIDSON
ARE GOING AT IT! Lefts! Rights! Lefts! Rights! Backhand! Right! Knife-edge chop! Backhand! Left! Elbow! Uppercut! Davidson throws a mean right! IT CON-Stone
ducks! Boot to the back of the leg, he hits the ropes and HARD single leg dropkick to the side of the face! Stone then leaps atop Davidson and goes MMA!
Ground and Pound all over! Davidson throws him off and mounts the guard and BEATS the life out of Stone! Back to the outside, Manny is getting to one knee
and see’s Assman with the 2×4, he rolls aw-NO! 2X4 TO THE BACK! It stops Manny dead in his tracks and Assman hits him again! and again! and AGAIN! In the
ring, Davidson has been kicks off and Stone is busted open! A large gash over his right eye! It doesn’t stop Stone! He lunges at Davidson! Hitting him
repeatedly! Davidson pushes him back and hits the ropes, JUMPING SIDE- NO! Stone! DISCUS CLO- DUCKED! Stone off the ropes and SNAP POWERSLAM! Davidson
stops Stone dead in his tracks! He gets the first cover of the match!

One!

TWO!

TH- Kickout!

ROB MARTINEZ: Close but no cigar.

REX CALIBER: No smoking in here anyways. Wait… nevermind.

Davidson tried but it won’t be enough to put away, Stone, who’s already gotten to one knee. Davidson gets back to his feet and NAILS him with a right that
sends Stone into the ropes. He tosses Stone onto the apron and climbs out to meet him. DDT ONTO THE APRON! Stone falls limp onto the outside and Davidson
is climbing to the top! IMPACT PLAYA! ASSMAN WITH THE 2X4! DAVIDSON MIGHT BE DEAD! Stone rolled out! Assman goes for a homerun with the 2×4 right to the
skull of a diving Davidson! Davidson lays motionless on the outside and Manny has managed to pull himself to his feet using the barricade. Assman drops
the 2×4 and RUSHES MANNY! Manny ducks and sends Assman into the barricade! Assman flips into the crowd and Manny has the 2×4! NAILS STONE IN THE SKULL!
Manny is the only man on his feet and he’s climbing to the top! 2X4 in hand! Assman manages to get to the apron before Manny jumps. Assman grabs hold of
the leg and MANNY NAILS ASSMAN WITH THE 2X4! But he doesn’t let go! Assman is slowly climbing up and MANNY HITS HIM AGAIN! Back to Stone and Davidson!
Davidson is bleeding after the shot from the 2×4 and is miraculously standing up. He grabs hold of Stone and DRIVES his head into the post! Davidson is
staggering about, that shot might of hurt him. He steals a seat from a ringside fan and places Stones face onto the open seat…CURB STOMP! Stone goes
limp! Davidson lifts up Stone…TIGER DRIVER ONTO THE CHAIR! Assman is now on the top rope alongside Manny! Lefts and rights being traded so somebody can
gain the advantage! Assman swings! Manny manages to turn him around and HAS HIM UP! This could be Gangbangin’ since 94! ELBOW! ELBOW! ELBOW! Assman slips
out and nearly falls off the top rope but regains his footing and KNEE TO THE GROIIN! Manny loses his footing and almost falls! Assman holds on to him..He
gets him in a cravate..SNAPMARE DRIVER OFF THE TOP! Manny might be dead!

Assman gets the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

DAVIDSON!?

REX CALIBER: It was THAT close! Manny needs to thank Davidson.

He breaks it! He grabs hold of Assman and and scoop slams him back onto the mat. He slaps the face of Manny, trying to have him snap back to reality. He
lifts Assman up and sends him into the ropes, SNAP POWERSLAM! He’s not done! He has Assman up again and this time drapes his body over the ropes…RUNNING
AXE KICK! Assman plops back into the ring and Manny has gotten himself back up Davidson is picking Assman up..LOW BLOW! Assman is getting a second win-
GANGBANGIN’ SINCE 94! OUT OF NOWHERE! COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!!

ZELLOR! ZELLOR SAVES IT!

ROB MARTINEZ: Another save, what will it take for a team to win.

REX CALIBER: Something BIG!

Manny X gets back to his feet and slaps Stone..BACKHAND! Manny stumbles back and Davidson clubs Stone in the back! Stone hits the ropes and BACKHAND! Davidson
stumbles back and stops himself on ropes, ZELLOR RUSHES AND BOTH MEN GO OVER THE TOP! Assman has managed to pull himself up! Manny grabs him! CROSS-LEGGED
FISHERMAN’S BR- Assman slides out! Russian Le- Manny powers out! KATAHAJIME SU- Assman breaks it! Going for a bulldog! Manny pushes him off and CAUSE OF
INSANI- Assman moves away from the elbow! NECKBREAK- Manny pushes him into the turnbuckle! UNBELIEVABLY FURIOUS OFFEN- NO! ASSASINATI- NO! MANNY TURNS
HIM! GANGBANGIN SINCE – ASS CRACKER!

COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Assman picks up the win! Davidson rolls in too late! Stone Zellor motions for Assman to hurry the hell up.

JENNY JERSEY: The winners of this match, by pinfall, MIKE “ASSMAN” TREY AND STONE ZELLOR!

Zellor and Assman have left the ring and Davidson helps Manny up to his feet. Manny shakes his head and Davidson gives him a good old pat on the back.

ROB MARTINEZ: Well it seems as if these guys are finally getting along.

REX CALIBER: Yeah but they’re still losers.

Taylor is in the ring with a microphone and his black bag.

TAYLOR: What the Hell? We lost again?

Davidson mutters something to Taylor but “Kid Dynamite” isn’t in the mood to listen.

TAYLOR: Three times! Three damn times we’ve come so close to getting a tag title shot and each time something stupid happens and we get knocked back to
square one! Tonight we lost thanks to this moron!

ROB MARTINEZ: Trouble in paradise it seems.

Manny Finnegan takes a step towards Taylor but Davidson blocks his path.

TAYLOR: What happened tonight was bullshit! It was….

Davidson snatches the microphone away from his shocked partner.

DAVIDSON: Shut up Taylor.

A pop from the crowd! Could this be the end?

DAVIDSON: Everyone thinks you’re so sweet and innocent. But I know better. I know you for who and what you are. If you have a problem with Manny….You
got a problem with me!

Another big pop! Taylor looks furious. He drops the back to the mat and starts jaw jacking with Michael Davidson.

REX CALIBER: Enough with the soap opera shit. Let’s get to wrestling.

ROB MARTINEZ: Yeah Lord knows you never were involved in stuff like this.

REX CALIBER: Yeah I…You’re being sarcastic aren’t you?

Manny Finnegan shoves Davidson aside and grabs Taylor by his shirt collar! We can’t make out what Manny is saying but it can’t be pleasant. Taylor is shaking
his head and looks ready to stain his shorts.

MANNY TAKES A LOWBLOW FROM DAVIDSON!!!

ROB MARTINEZ: What the Hell?

Manny is down and Davidson is kicking away at him! Taylor yells something to “The Black Mamba” and Manny is hauled up to his feet. Taylor clubs him right
between the eyes with his cast!

ROB MARTINEZ: Impact Inc is taking their frustrations out on Manny!

REX CALIBER: Taylor’s going for whatever’s in that bag!

Indeed he is. Taylor pulls out a staple gun and tosses it to Davidson. Then out comes the mask. Unlike the Hannibal Lecter mask that Davidson often uses,
this is a full head and face mask. It looks like it’s made from old worn leather and the mere sight of it is disturbing.

REX CALIBER: That mask looks familiar! What a second? Are these guys….

As Taylor holds Manny from behind Davidson slips the mask over the head of his former tag partner and starts to staple the mask to his face! Manny is squirming
but it’s no good! Within seconds Manny X is starting to resemble something out of the Texas Chainsaw Massacre!

ROB MARTINEZ: That mask was once used by a guy named “Misery!” But what are these two doing with it?

REX CALIBER: The easy answer is that they’ve just stapled a mask to the head of Manny X!

Davidson shoves Manny to the mat and watches as he tries to remove the mask. Taylor picks up the microphone off the mat and sneers.

TAYLOR: As the good book says…In the kingdom of Rats, The lord of Pain rules over all.

Impact Inc leave the ring to a huge chorus of boos as Manny starts to peel the mask off his bloodied face.

——————————————————————————–

***DVD AND CLOSED CIRCUIT EXCLUSIVE***

Cut to: A camera shot behind Natural Destruction, Sam Kinison, and Satan, backstage at Defiance.

FIRE GOD: Hold on, lemme find the key…

Fire God opens the door, revealing a dressing room painted bright pink.

SATAN: What the hell Giglamesh?!

FIRE GOD: They won’t let us paint! Back off!

SATAN: Excused Me?!!!

FIRE GOD: Sorry Master.

KINISON: Wow this color is as gay as you Thunder Dweeb!!! But seriously, I know you guys are gonna go out and Kick ass tonight

SATAN: Yeah, and we go your back.

At this point, the door is heard opening. The camera turns to reveal Tony’s Mom in a wrestling costume about 5 sizes too small.

KINISON: Holy Shit!! Someone let Shameau out of Sea World!!!

TONY’S MOM: Hello Boys…

Tony’s Mom goes over and sits on Kinison’s knee.

KINISON: Oww!! Get this whale off of my [BLEEP]in knee!!!!

Tony’s Mom, while still on Kinison turns to Satan.

TONY’S MOM: Hello Hot Stuff…

SATAN: Oh Jesu-no don’t say it…

TONY (Echoing): I’m telling you, I dunno where she went guys. Try in there.

Tony and the Nation appear at the door.

TONY: Mom!!! They’re the enemy.

KINISON: You bet we are!! Now get this freak off of my knee!!

DAINES: Hey don’t talk about her that way!!!

FIRE GOD: I’m so glad you’re here! You see, we’ve changed our mind, instead of a two man Tornado Tag 3 Stages of Hell Match it’ll be a 4 man Tornado Tag.
THUNDER LORD: That’s Right when we win at Birthday Bash it’ll be Natural Destruction, Sam Kinison, and Satan. against you two idiots, your virgin camera
guy, and the Whale Woman.

RODRIGUEZ: We

said don’t talk about her that way!!

KINISON: I don’t care how anyone talks just get this Elephant off my knee!!!

DAINES: That’s It!!!

Nation of Innovation and Tony attack Natural Destruction, Satan and Kinison.

KINISON: Look, if we’re gonna fight, I wanna be able to MOVE!!!!!!!

RODRIGUEZ: Shut Up!!!

Rodriguez gives Sam an uppercut to the chin, knocking him out.

We Fade Out to a scene of the 7 people (with Kinison knocked out) fighting as REBEL Security rushes in.

——————————————————————————–

JENNY JERSEY: The following match is scheduled for one fall. The winner of this match will determine the stipulations for the match between the Nation
of Innovation and Natural Destruction. Introducing first, weighing in at two hundred five pounds and hailing from Austin, Texas…ENRIQUE RODRIGUEZ!

“Kings and Queens” by Aerosmith begins playing from the speakers in the building and Enrique Rodriguez steps out from behind the curtain being accompanied
to the ring by Jeremy Daines and TONY. The crowd lets the three men know that they don’t like them as the boo-birds come out. Rodriguez gets into the ring
and Jeremy Daines and TONY step out as Natural Destruction begin to make their way to the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing second, weighing in at two hundred eighty pounds and hailing from the Abyss Below…THE FIRE GOD!

The Fire God along with The Thunder Lord make their way down the aisle to the ring to a huge ovation from the crowd tonight. The two fighters make their
way to the ring and play to the crowd’s cheers. The Fire God is going to fight this match for Natural Destruction, and as he gets ready in his corner The
Thunder Lord waits outside the ring. Before referee Jimmy Johnson rings the bell he has Jeremy Daines and the Thunder Lord handcuffed together to try and
prevent any interference from either one. The two wrestlers are handcuffed together and neither one looks happy about their situation. Jimmy Johnson calls
for the bell and the match can begin.

This match is under way. The Fire God makes his way to the center of the ring and Enrique Rodriguez comes running at him and the Fire God takes him down
with a clothesline. Rodriguez hits the mat and then rolls away and gets to his feet. Enrique bounces off the ropes at the Fire God, who tries to land another
clothesline, but Rodriguez ducks underneath and bounces off the ropes across the ring and then lands a face crusher. Rodriguez bounces off the ropes again
and lands a standing moonsault on the prone Fire God. Enrique gets to his feet and heads up to the top rope. He hesitates as he taunts the Fire God who
is stumbling as he gets to his feet. The Fire God gets to his vertical base and Rodriguez is about to leap off the top turnbuckle but the Fire God stumbles
and hits the ropes and Rodriguez can’t feel well after riding the turnbuckle.

ROB MARTINEZ: Live by the high risk, and you die by the high risk.

REX CALIBER: I’m pretty sure somethings inside Enrique Rodriguez died. That never feels good.

The Fire God grabs Rodriguez by the head and pulls him down from the turnbuckle. The Fire God lays in some stomps to the chest of Rodriguez and then lifts
him to his feet. DDT in the center of the ring. The Fire God lifts Enrique to his feet again and whips him into the turnbuckle. He follows it up with a
big running clothesline. He whips Enrique across the ring to the far corner and follows that up with a big running splash. The Fire God takes several steps
back and watches Rodriguez as he stumbles out of the corner and hits the mat face first. The Fire God bring Enrique Rodriguez to his vertical base and
shoves him into the corner and begins chopping away at his chest. WOO! From the crowd after each chop. Rodriguez’s chest begins to turn red. The Fire God
hops up onto the turnbuckle and points to the crowd and begins punching Enrique in the head and the crowd chants the number of punches. The crowd gets
to the number nine and then a LOW BLOW! Rodriguez lands a low blow that stops the Fire God’s offensive and Rodriguez shoves him off the ropes.

REX CALIBER: Something just died in the Fire God now too.

Enrique Rodriguez points to the Fire God while looking at the crowd and he is booed. The Fire God is on one knee and is still trying to get to his vertical
base as Rodriguez heads to the second rope in the corner. The Fire God gets to both feet but is still doubled over after that low blow, leg drop from Enrique
Rodriguez on the back of the neck of the Fire God. On the outside of the ring Daines and the Thunder Lord are handcuffed together, they’re not getting
along to say the least. Thunder Lord begins pounding on the ring apron to try and rally the Fire God to his feet, each time he raises his hand Daines’
arm also raises, and Daines pulls his arm as hard as he can and the Thunder Lord stumbles chest first into him. The Fire God gets to his feet and Rodriguez
lands a dropkick that sends him into the ropes. Enrique bounces off the ropes and runs to try and send the Fire God over the top rope. The Fire God pulls
the rope down and Rodriguez spills over the ropes and to the floor outside. Jeremy Daines tries to help up his partner from the floor and the Thunder Lord
shoves him away from Rodriguez and then Daines begins shoving the Thunder Lord.

ROB MARTINEZ: I’d be lying if I said that I wasn’t expecting something like this to happen.

REX CALIBER: Those handcuffs must hurt. They’re probably gonna have some handcuff bruises. I never get those because the ones I use are furry, I don’t mind
being handcuffed.

ROB MARTINEZ: Rex?

REX CALIBER: Especially if she were the one handcuffing me! Look at the rack on her!

ROB MARTINEZ: REX!

Rodriguez gets to his feet and then rolls into the ring and the Fire God meets him. Stomps to the chest keep Rodriguez on the mat. The Fire God lifts Enrique
Rodriguez to his feet and then plants him on the mat in the center of the ring with a powerful chokeslam! The Fire God flips Enrique on his stomach and
then locks on a Boston Crab in the center of the ring! Referee Jimmy Johnson goes to the mat asking if Enrique wants to tap but he doesn’t, he scratches
and claws to try and reach the ropes but the Fire God simply pulls him back into the center of the ring. Daines is cheering on Rodriguez and the Thunder
Lord has his arms, as well as Daines’ arm, raised in victory. Suddenly TONY runs into the ring and hits the Fire God breaking the hold! TONY with kick
to the back of the Fire God’s head and he goes down to the mat! TONY then tries to lay in more stomps to his head but because Referee Jimmy Johnson wanted
to prevent any interference he gets TONY away from him and out of the ring where he has him handcuffed too! TONY is being handcuffed to the free arm of
the Thunder Lord! TONY is as pale a ghost.

ROB MARTINEZ: TONY is shaking he’s so scared!

REX CALIBER: He looks like a crack head going through withdrawal. Not that I have any experience. Seriously, I don’t, no lie.

ROB MARTINEZ: I didn’t say anything Rex.

REX CALIBER: Damn right you didn’t say anything.

The Fire God gets to his feet after TONY attacked him and Rodriguez gets to his feet too. They two exchange right hands, and Rodriguez ducks under a right
hand and then he chop blocks a knee of the Fire God that brings him to one knee. Enrique lands a dropkick that sends the Fire God to the mat, runs and
bounces off the ropes and lands a rolling thunder. Rodriguez heads up to the top turnbuckle and the Fire God begins getting to his feet, a crossbody block!
Rodriguez goes for the pin, but the Fire God rolls through and he goes for the pin!

ONE!

TWO!

Kick out after two. The Fire God tries whipping Enrique Rodriguez into the turnbuckle and following it up with a running splash but Rodriguez leap frogs
the charging Fire God and then drives his shoulder into the torso of the Fire God. Rodriguez runs to the other side of the ring and then back big body
splash from Enrique Rodriguez. Rodriguez tries whipping the Fire God into the opposite corner but the Fire God reverses it and Rodriguez hits the turnbuckle
hard. The Fire God lifts Rodriguez onto the top turnbuckle and he then steps up to the second rope. SUPERPLEX! Rodriguez is holding his back in the center
of the ring and the Fire God begins to get to his feet. The Thunder Lord has his arms raised in satisfaction on the outside, along with Jeremy Daines left
arm and TONY’s right arm. TONY is trying to distance himself as much as he possibly can from the Thunder Lord and Daines continues to pull his arm from
the Thunder Lord and they get into a scuffle again and TONY looks like he’s about to be killed.

ROB MARTINEZ: This match is back and forth, no man clearly has the upper hand in this match.

REX CALIBER: The Thunder Lord has the upper hand. He’s got two dudes scared shit less of him!

The Fire God is standing by the ropes and is telling Enrique Rodriguez to get to his feet. Rodriguez gets to his feet using the ropes to hoist himself up.
He stumbles away from the ropes and the Fire God comes running at him, THE RAGE OF FIRE! NO?! WHAT?! TONY’s Mom gets into the ring in what looks like a
wrestling costume that is much too small. She stops the Fire God with her version of a Lou Thez Press. The Fire God is pinned under TONY’s Mom and now
Satan comes out and pulls her off of him! Satan pulls her out of the ring and the Fire God gets to his feet. Rodriguez isn’t in the ring and the Fire God
doesn’t know where he went. Suddenly Rodriguez enters the ring and rolls up the Fire God from behind. Referee Jimmy Johnson gets to the mat.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of the match via pin fall…ENRIQUE RODRIGUEZ!

Referee Jimmy Johnson goes outside the ring to uncuff Jeremy Daines and TONY from the Thunder Lord. The two men are freed from the Thunder Lord and TONY
runs like a little girl away from him and into the ring. Daines simply rolls into the ring and meets with Enrique Rodriguez.

ROB MARTINEZ: What a crazy match we just saw.

REX CALIBER: TONY’s mom is one woman who Sexy Rexy would NEVER get with. EVER!

ROB MARTINEZ: Can we get your opinion on the match instead of the women?

REX CALIBER: It was a crazy match, shit, Satan was in the building. It was like Hell on Earth!

Natural Destruction leaves the ring and walks up the aisle to the locker room but still receives a great ovation from the crowd. Shortly thereafter the
Nation of Innovation makes their way from the ring and up the aisle to the back, however, their ovation from the crowd isn’t quite as pleasant as the one
that Natural Destruction received, as the boo-birds come back out at the end of this match.

——————————————————————————–

JENNY JERSEY: Greenwood, South Carolina, it is now time for the Six Man Grudge Match!

Cheering!

JENNY JERSEY: The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit. Introducing the competitors… Ladies and gentlemen, from
Middletown, New Jersey, standing six foot nine, weighing in at three-hundred and fifty pounds, please welcome REBEL’s own, the NAPW World Champion, the
“Untouchable” Keeennnnyyy… KRENSHOV!

“AND I AM FINALLY FREE!”

“Attack” by 30 Seconds to Mars plays and KRENSHOV emerges. He looks out at the cheering fans and pumps his fist into the air. He is walking slowly, unable
to bend his braced right knee. One sign reads “Kenny the True Untouchable”. Another sign says “Current NAPW Champ, Future REBEL Champ”. He is only three-fourths
of the way down the ramp when..

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome his tag team partner, originally from London, England, now residing in Boston, Massachusetts, standing
six foot four, weighing in at two-hundred and seventy-five pounds, M…..D…..K!

“Woman” by Wolfmother plays but no one emerges. KRENSHOV is looking back, a confused look on his face. He turns around and makes his way into the ring slowly
but surely.

ROB MARTINEZ: Where is MDK? What is going on here?

REX CALIBER: Maybe he’s signing autographs or something, those fans’ll hound you anywhere!

ROB MARTINEZ: This is all very strange.

JENNY JERSEY: Well, um, ladies and gentlemen, please welcome their — uh, uh – I mean, HIS tag team partner, from Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan, standing six
foot three, weighing in at two-hundred and fifty-seven pounds…. “STYLIN” KYLE ROBERTS!

“I Am The Man” by Philosopher Kings cues up. The fans’ confusion regarding MDK quickly turns into robust cheering. Kyle Roberts emerges, looking behind
him as if wondering if MDK was behind him. One sign “Roberts Is The Franchise”. Another says “Give Roberts A Rematch!” He walks to the ring and him and
KRENSHOV exchange looks of confusion regarding their tag team partner.

JENNY JERSEY: Their opponents, coming out first, please welcome, from Rochester, New York, standing six foot seven, weighing in at three-hundred and seventeen
pounds…. “THE DEVASTATOR” KURT CASTLE!

The cheers for Roberts turn into boos for Castle as “Awake” by Godsmack cues up. Kurt Castle emerges, looking out at the booing fans. He sees the “Kenny
the True Untouchable” sign and lunges for it, grabbing it out of the fan’s hand. He rips it up and hands the pieces back to the fan. He enters the ring
and him and Krenshov begin glaring at each other. Krenshov signals to Roberts to get out of the ring so he can start the match. Castle nods at Krenshov,
agreeing.

JENNY JERSEY: His tag team partner, please welcome, from Detroit, Michigan, standing six foot three, weighing in at two-hundred and forty pounds, the Number
One Contender to the World Title, “THE ICEMAN” ADAM DAVIS!

The boos continue as “This Is The New Shit” by Marilyn Manson plays. Adam Davis emerges. One sign reads “The Show Has Davis’ Number”. Another proclaims
“Not A N(Ice) Man”. He enters the ring, looking like he wants to start the match, but agrees to let Castle.

JENNY JERSEY: Their tag team partner, please welcome, from Atlanta, Georgia, standing six foot eleven, weighing in at three-hundred and forty-five pounds,
the CAROLINA’S CHAMPION, J.J. NICKELS!

The boos continue as “Theme to a Fake Revolution” by Powerman 5000 cues up. Nickels pays no attention to the signs or the fans as he quickly makes his way
to the ring. Just before the bell is out to ring, MDK emerges from the back with no music playing. He is wearing his street clothes and has a bag of luggage
in his right hand.

ROB MARTINEZ: Well, he finally showed up, but it doesn’t look like he’ll be wrestling tonight!

REX CALIBER: You can wrestle in anything! Maybe he has weapons in there or something. Don’t be so hasty.

MDK stops just before the ring, looks out at the confused fans, turns toward the wrestlers and gives all five of them the middle ringer. He looks straight
into a camera and mouths “FUCK REBEL!” All of the sudden, Bill Price emerges from backstage, a look of anger on his face. The fans give him mild applause,
still confused about what is going on. He grabs a steel chair and slowly approaches MDK, who is still giving the middle finger to the five men, all of
whom look baffled. Price NAILS MDK with the steel chair in the back of the head. He drops the steel chair, takes MDK and throws him over the guardrail.
The REBEL fans begin pushing MDK toward the back, passing him back, through the crowd of people. These fans are not appreciative of MDK disrespecting their
league OR insulting them by not wrestling as was promised! Price tells the referee he wants to wrestle in MDK’s place, he points to himself, then to KRENSHOV
and Roberts. The referee nods and the bell is rung.

ROB MARTINEZ: Not quite sure what MDK was thinking there, but this match is about to begin! KRENSHOV and Castle will start the match off for their teams.
REX CALIBER: I bet these two CAN’T WAIT to get their hands on one another. Former tag team partners, now they’ve been going at it all over REBEL PRO DOT
COM!

KRENSHOV and Castle walk slowly to the center of the ring, looking each other in the eye. Both have very serious, determined looks on their faces. KRENSHOV
pushes Castle. Castle slaps KRENSHOV! Castle goes for a punch, but KRENSHOV blocks it and counters! Another attempt by Castle, another block and counter
by KRENSHOV. KRENSHOV pushes Castle off of the ropes and Irish whips him. As Castle flies back, KRENSHOV goes for a lariat but Castle ducks underneath.
He kicks KRENSHOV square in his groin from behind, grabs him by the neck and hits him with an inverted neckbreacker. He goes for a cover but KRENSHOV has
a shoulder up before the referee is down to the ground

. ROB MARTINEZ: A little too anxious there perhaps. Castle picks up Krenshov, pushes him off the ropes and goes for an Irish whip of his own, but Krenshov
REVERSES! Castle bounces off the opposite ropes, but this time Krenshov won’t give Castle a chance to duck him… he charges forward with a RUNNING FOREARM
SMASH to CASTLE who tumbles over the top-rope! JJ Nickels charges into the ring and clotheslines Krenshov to the outside! Now Roberts is in!

REX CALIBER: Great action in this match. Next month, this shit will be AWESOME!

Nickels and Roberts are exchanging blows in the middle of the ring, going toe to toe. Roberts gains the initial advantage with a short arm clothesline that
sends Nickels to the ground. He begins kicking the chest of Nickels, who grabs Roberts leg and pulls it, sending Roberts to the ground. Nickels is up quickly
and lands an elbow on Roberts. He gets up and goes for a second elbow but Roberts rolls out of the way. As Nickels is holding his elbow on the ground,
Roberts jumps onto the rope and attempts an Asai moonsault but Nickels rolls out of the way just in time! Nickels picks up Roberts, pushes him against
the ropes, Irish whips him… and hits him with a running powerslam! He pulls him back up immediately, places his head between his legs and picks him up
for a powerbomb.. but Roberts leans forward and rolls Nickels up! Meanwhile, KRENSHOV and Castle are on the outside, brawling.

ROB MARTINEZ: What a reversal! ONE! TWO! And no! Nickels kicks out! What a back and forth we are seeing between these two, a glimpse of what is to come
at BIRTHDAY BASH when they meet ONE on ONE!

REX CALIBER: JJ Nickels is the man in my mind. Kyle has lost several matches in a row.

Both men are back to their feet. Roberts ducks a blow by Nickels and hits him with a German suplex! He picks him up, pushes Nickels off the ropes, Irish
whips him, and nails him with a tilt-a-whirl backbreacker! Nickels is clutching his back. Roberts puts him in the Bear-Tamer in the middle of the ring.
On the outside of the ring, KRENSHOV is about to powerbomb his former partner on the floor, when Adam Davis jumps off of the apron and hits the back of
KRENSHOV’s knee with a missile dropkick! KRENSHOV falls to the ground, clutching his knee.

ROB MARTINEZ: My God! That CAN’T be good for KRENSHOV! His knee was in SERIOUS condition BEFORE the match… it looks like it is going to be a serious factor
DURING the match and likely AFTER the match as well.. That man is the NAPW champion!

Davis puts KRENSHOV in a modified Grave Pain, focusing on his knee. Castle is lying in front of KRENSHOV, mocking him and yelling in his face.

ROB MARTINEZ: Adam Davis, the NUMBER ONE contender who FINALLY gets his title shot at Birthday Bash against either The Show or Jake Phoenix, looks like
he is SENDING a MESSAGE! This man means BUSINESS! NOW and at BIRTHDAY BASH!

Nickels begins crawling forward toward the ropes, but Roberts drags him back to the middle. Davis, seeing what is going on in the ring, drops KRENSHOV’s
leg and jumps into the ring. Price meets him halfway with a spear!

REX CALIBER: Will Nickels tap out? What kind of a message will this make for Birthday Bash?

On the outside, Castle has put KRENSHOV’s knee inside a steel chair and is using another steel chair to repeatedly hit it! He is yelling back and forth
with the fans as he does so. Inside the ring, Nichols begins crawling toward the rope again and finally reaches it! Roberts releases the hold. Price is
kicking Davis on the ground. He picks him up and places him in the corner. He delivers a knife edge chop! Wooooooo! Another one! Woooo! Davis grabs Price
by the shoulders and changes positions with him He delivers rapid fire chops to the chest of Price. Davis steps back as Price stumbles forward… right into
a belly-to-belly suplex! Meanwhile, Roberts has put a sleeperhold on Nickels but Nickels elbows his way out of it. Nickels runs off of one rope while Roberts
runs off of the other and they both clothesline each other to the mat!

ROB MARTINEZ: Both men are down! Roberts is getting to his feet quickly, only to be greeted by a kick to the gut and a DDT from DAVIS! Price is slowly standing..
Davis gets behind him.. dragon suplex! One! Two! No! Price KICKED out! That’s not easy to do, kick out of a dragon suplex!

Outside the ring, KRENSHOV has just rolled out of the way of one of Castle’s chair blows. He takes his leg out of the other chair and uses it to block another
chairshot by Castle! He slowly begins to stand, leaning on his good leg, as the fans begin to chant his name. KREN-SHOV! KREN-SHOV! KREN-SHOV! KRENSHOV
kicks Castle in the gut then NAILS him with the CHAIR! Castle stumbles backwards, dropping his chair. KRENSHOV limps over to him, dropping the chair. Only
standing on his good leg, KRENSHOV grabs Castle and puts him in his infamous BEAR HUG!

REX CALIBER: These two behemoths are going toe to toe.

ROB MARTINEZ: Look at that! ONE good leg and he is supporting ALL of CASTLE! Look at Krenshov, shaking him about! He finally drops his former partner, picks
him up and throws him back in the ring! ALL SIX men are now in the ring! What CHAOS!

Davis, who had Price slumped in the corner and was kicking him, runs right for KRENSHOV as he enters the ring. He goes for a dropkick to KRENSHOV’s knee
but KRENSHOV moves out of the way. As Davis stands, KRENSHOV lariats him back to the ground. He picks him up and throws him into the corner. KRENSHOV limps
forward for a corner splash but Davis gets his boot up in time! KRENSHOV stumbles back only to be clotheslined by Castle! Price charges after Castle but
Castle meets him with a boot to the gut!

ROB MARTINEZ: Castle picks up Price for a powerbomb… and drops him OUTSIDE of the RING right onto the CEMENT floor!! That might not look as cool as going
through a table but that is as STIFF as it GETS!

As Roberts finally begins to stand, Davis and Castle grab him and deliver a DOUBLE BRAINBUSTER! They turn around and KRENSHOV hits Davis with a clothesline.
He is about to hit a big boot on Castle but he ducks and JJ Nickels comes out of nowhere with a SHOULDER BLOCK onto the NAPW champion! Nickels goes up
to the top-rope.

ROB MARTINEZ: OH MY GOD! Nickels just delivered the WORLD’S BIGGEST MOONSAULT to the OUTSIDE onto PRICE! What the HELL? A fan just threw a steel chair into
the ring! Right to Castle’s feet. Castle smiles and picks it up! He’s sizing up Roberts!

REX CALIBER: KNOCK HIS HEAD OFF!

Roberts is beginning to stand. He begins waving to the crowd, signaling them to throw him something to defend himself with. Chairs begin flying over the
guardrail. Most don’t make it in but one lands near Roberts. He picks it up just in time to block a blow from Castle! He hits Castle in the gut with the
chair, throws the chair to KRENSHOV who is beginning to stand. KRENSHOV cracks him in the skull with the chair!

ROB MARTINEZ: What TEAMWORK from arguably the TWO most POPULAR wrestlers in all of REBEL PRO! KRENSHOV hits him AGAIN with the CHAIR and Castle FALLS to
the ground. KRENSHOV places the chair on the ground, picks up Castle and delivers a FALLAWAY SLAM onto the CHAIR! He goes for a COVER! One! Two! Davis
runs over and delivers an ELBOW to BREAK it UP!

On the outside, Nickels is recovering from his moonsault. He picks up Price and throws him back into the ring. Roberts runs at Nickels but Nickels ducks
and lifts Roberts up and over the top-rope onto the ground below. He picks up Price and puts him in the Final Solution!

ROB MARTINEZ: NICKELS has THE SANDMAN in the FINAL SOLUTION! Will he tap? Davis and Krenshov are going BACK and FORTH with blows in the MIDDLE of the ring!
KRENSHOV gets the ADVANTAGE and.. and… and… hits Davis with a RUNNING STALLING POWERSLAM! Krenshov runs over and clips Nickels knee, making him drop PRICE
before he could TAP!

Krenshov goes back over to Davis and tries to throw him over the top-rope but Castle rises and runs at them, clotheslining both of them over the top-rope
and falling over it with them. They all fall onto Roberts who was trying to get back in the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: Nickels has Price back in the FINAL SOLUTION! Will this be it? Both Krenshov and Roberts are running back into the ring, trying to prevent
it! But NO! It’s TOO LATE! Price TAPS! The SANDMAN taps! That’s IT! What a MATCH! It could have gone ANY WAY!

JENNY JERSEY: The winners of the match, JJ NICKELS, ADAM DAVIS AND KURT CASTLE!

Castle goes after Krenshov and they begin brawling toward the back. Kyle Roberts is on the outside, and helps Bill Price get to the back.

REX CALIBER: Security better head to the back and get Kenny and Kurt separated.

——————————————————————————–

JENNY JERSEY: This is the DOUBLE ELIMINATION TABLES MATCH!

Demon Hunter begins to play and out walks Thomas Young and Jeff James. The cheers are mixed with boos. Jeff James slaps hands with fans, Young just looking
at the tables at ringside.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, accompanied by Jeff James. Weighing in at two hundred forty-five pounds and hailing from Hollywood, Florida…THOMAS YOUNG!
‘Da Graveyard’ by Big L comes across the sound system as the fans know who it is and they start to give him hell as he makes his way down to the ring. Murcielago
and Enzo both flip the crowd off, Enzo trying to steal some food.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent accompanied by Enzo. Weighing two hundred ninety five pounds from Manhattan, New York.. MURCIELAGO!

Tables of all sorts surround the ring: barbed wire coated, thumb tack coated, glass coated, etcetera, etcetera. The men are amazed by the woodwork and it’s
respective modifications, they move closer center ring to start this bout. Last minute stretches. Traditional elbow-collar tie up. Thomas goes right in
for Murc’s legs, taking him down to the floor quickly. Thomas hops over to the top portion of Murc, he locks in a tight Anaconda Vice–air tight. Wait.
He can’t do anything with that. He realizes that too, he realizes it too. The Vice is freed, Murc is relieved; Thomas schemes up another plan, quickly
though, he doesn’t want to waste any sort of time on Murc, it may cost him. Thomas brings Murc to his feet and sends him rocketing towards the ropes. Murc
tries his hardest to take Thomas’s head off, but his clothesline misses–no, no, not miss–evaded, it’s been evaded. Fortunately for Murc, he receives
a second try at Thomas; he never stopped running. This second shot is the charm for Murc, he sends his body right through Thomas’s mid section with a hellacious
spear. Murc gets to his feet and points over to Rex and spits something wretched, something awful, something that causes the fans to boo, boo hard, boo
deeply. It doesn’t phase Murc one bit, he thrives on the negative reactions, he, he, he gets a boost from the reactions. So he smirks at the crowd and
gives them a bird to gaze at. Thomas gives him a school boy roll up surprise. What’s the surprise? An elevated Boston crab.

ROB MARTINEZ: A very technical Thomas tonight, wouldn’t you say?

REX CALIBER: I wouldn’t. I would say he’s bringing the heat to Murc’s bitch ass in a very technical manner.

ROB MARTINEZ: That’s a lie, you would never say anything like that!

REX CALIBER: But I just did.

Murc’s still laying on top of his chest with the lower portion of body on the verge of a gory divorce. It’s Thomas’s court, he’s the judge, and he’s applying
this hold on Murc very, very tightly. Too tight for air. Too tight for comparison. Thomas rids the hold and motions over to the end of the ring, “JEFFERY,
HAND ME THAT CHAIR, THE ONE WITH THE BARBED WIRE!” His little brother follows orders quite well. Seconds dissipate, the chair is in Thomas’s hands. As
he motions over to Murc, the crowd cheers, they cheer for one reason: Murc is going to get his shit beat in. Thomas swings–misses. The crowd is shocked
at the evasion made by Murc, they all thought he was done for, they all had their hopes high, high up. But this isn’t the first time the fans were disappointed,
so it isn’t a great crisis. He can always swing again? Right? Right? Wrong. Murc rolls out of the ring, preventing another swing his way, but he can’t
prevent this… “BOOOOOOOO!”

ROB MARTINEZ: The fans are on Murc’s ‘ass,’ if you will.

REX CALIBER: If you won’t shut up, I will put my foot in yours.

Murc goes under the ring and returns with a bat, a brown wooden bat with barbed wire laces. There’s something etched into it, a “D” then an “M,” further
down the bat it reads “4.3.08″ He holds it tightly in his hand, then gets back into the ring. Chair vs Bat.

ROB MARTINEZ: I seem to be having a dejavu of some sort, but I don’t know why.

REX CALIBER: Yeah, I’m telling you to shut up, again!

The bat swings for the chair’s owner, but the chair stands on guard for it’s master. They move away from each other and clash together again. Neither side
seems to be giving up, this is a war of will if anything. A third collision, loud for the seaters in the nose bleeders to recieve. No withdrawal this time,
just a close tete-et-tete of barbed wire and owners. The owners retreat slowly with small steps in the opposite direction, never releasing their glares
at each other. Chair and Bat try to do as their masters have done, but something is holding them together–them. They’ve been entangled with their frustration
towards each other. They can’t move. Won’t move. They’re discarded.

REX CALIBER: That was like a sword fight.

Thomas goes in for a grapple of some sort and comes out with a two for one: a boot to the stomach and a toss outside of the ring. Murc goes right after
him; Jeff James tries to help Thomas to his feet; Murc signals Enzo to hand him a chair; Thomas declines Jeff’s help, “I got it, I got it.” Jeff’s now
got a head full of metal, thanks, Murc. The chair is dismissed, the boos are dispatched, Jeff’s dismantled, Thomas’s mind is now distorted. Thomas grabs
hold of Murc’s neck with his right hand, then Murc is tossed into the ring post. Pain, pain, pain. Thomas grabs hold of Murc’s dome, bashes the head one
time, two times, three times, four times, five times; Murc’s sent to the concrete. The chair from before, the chair from before is resting in the hands
of Thomas. A swing, a swing. A swing! It hits, it hits…IT HITS! The brain cells in Murc’s skull reduce by a hand full.

REX CALIBER: ‘Bout time this match got good.

What’s the shopping cart got that Thomas wants? Light tubes, a fine choice for a pop. POP! Murc’s covered in dust; Thomas’s covered in cheers. Murc tries
to get up, but falls right back down. Thomas frees a black bag from his pocket. What’s in there, boss? Tacks, Floor, tacks. Murc’s back gets introduced
to this combination, his back is a very shy and reluctant, it has to be dragged. Thomas holds Murc up, exposing his silver back to crowd. Murc drops to
his knees and low blows Thomas–ouch. Murc DDT’s Thomas onto the tacks, sacrificing himself as well.

REX CALIBER: Such a stupid, stupid, stupid move.

Murc tries to eat it, he brings Thomas to his feet, drags him to the nearest table, Supl–no, no, no. Thomas turns around tries to go for a Suple–no, no,
no. Murc with the Inverted Su–no, no, no. Thomas breaks away from the clutches of Murcielago. He returns though, he goes in for a spine buster, Murc is
lifted–Murc is grounded. Clubs to the ears made it a short trip. A snap suplex-a Suplex that finally got in-places Thomas right through the thumb tack
covered table. He’s a silver back just like Murc now.

One – Nothing.

Murc pulls Thomas out from the debris, he takes him back first into the ring apron. Murc is smart for putting presure on a newly sensitive place. Thomas
needs to invest in a tie breaking solution, fast, quick fast. He clubs his way to freedom, driving his forearms down on the silver dots that scater across
Murc’s back. Murc’s down to one knee, the pain, the pain forced him to collapse. Thomas tosses Murc into the ring, he goes after him in the hunt–the hunt
for a tie. Murc’s up before Thomas any time to stand up, he goes to send into the ropes (a great technique for adding more pain to a man in their condition),
it’s not reversed. The ropes drive the tacks in deeper into Thomas’s back, forcing him to stay there and try to recuperate. Murc thinks other wise, he
rushes over to Thomas, he ducks…BIG BACK BODY DROP OUT OF THE DAMN RING ONTO THE MOTHER FUCKING BARBED WIRE TABLE! The table crushes and Murc is stuck,
he’s stuck, stuck in pain, stuck in barbed wire, stuck in some shit. Thomas, on the ring apron, looks at the crowd, shrugs, dives onto Murc’s chest, driving
the barbs deeper into the flesh of the former Carolinas Champion. Thomas looks over at Enzo who’s making his way to the still downed Jeff James. Enzo is
unaware of this, he continues to move over to Jeff James. Thomas is on the prowl, he yanks the Fedora off of Enzo’s head, to grab his attention. Enzo turns
around, “Give it back!” Thomas holds it high, too high for Enzo’s reach. He crumples up the hat, tosses it on the ground, spits on it, turns around, boot
the face. Murc stands over Thomas’s body, bloody, blood pours out of all the pores in his back. He motions over to the shopping cart that Thomas brought
in. Shopping cart, what do you have that Thomas might not like, but Murc will? A bat filled with tacks, of course. He takes it to Thomas’s face, he begins
to grind it across Thomas’s forehead, tearing skin, making race tracks for blood cells. The bloodied bat is tossed away, Thomas is pulled to his feet,
Murc places him onto his shoulders and rushes into the ring post. CLING! Murc bounces off and walks into Thomas (the man who slide away from harm) and
gets leveled with an Omega Driver on the concrete!

ROB MARTINEZ: I think–I think–I think…

REX CALIBER: Get that shit out!

ROB MARTINEZ:…He’s dead.

REX CALIBER: He ain’t dead yet, he ain’t faced me one on one yet, that’s death.

ROB MARTINEZ: I know. No one should bare the pain of having be in a match with you.

REX CALIBER: Thank–Wait! The hell is that supposed to mean?

Thomas goes under the ring and fetches three things: a table, lighter fluid (POP), matches. He slides all three into the ring. The table is propped up properly,
then it’s showered in lighter fluid. Thomas doesn’t light it, why? Why? He rolls out of the ring and brings the downed Murc to the ring. Murc is now sitting
on the top rope. Thomas lights the match, he tosses it onto the table, lighting it on fire. Murc is caught with an uppercut. Thomas stands on the second
rope, he’s scheming for a Suplex, but Murc rather he didn’t. He fires back with punches to the mid section. Thomas clubs the back of Murc, going right
back for the tacks. This is the opportunity Thomas needed, he stands on the very top rope–

REX CALIBER: Get your “Oh shit” chants in stock.

He lifts–punch to the gut. Lifts again. Punched again. Then another one. A Third.

A body flies in the air.

“HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!”

That body lands through a flaming table.

“HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!”

“OH MY FUCKING GOD!”

JENNY JERSEY: THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH! MURCIELAGO!

Murc comes down from the top turnbuckle, he drops to his knees, then collapses completely to the mat with his eyes and mouth open, spaced out. The EMT’s
rush into the ring to check on both men.

——————————————————————————–

JENNY JERSEY: The following contest is set for one fall, AND IS FOR THE REBEL WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP!

“Baila Casanova” starts to play, out comes Montaña Rose, accompanying El Rey de Corizones. The REBEL tag title belt is around El Rey’s waist. He, of course,
has all the ladies swooning.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, the REBEL World tag team champions! Accompanied by Montaña Rose. He weighs in at two hundred and forty five pounds. From
Villahermosa, Tobasco, Mexico… (sigh)… EL REY DE CORIZONES!

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

Misfits in action, that’s for sure. El Rey waits for his partner to come out, the overall clad hillbilly himself. Zeke has the tag belt around his pants…
wait a minute. Is he actually using it to hold his coveralls UP properly? Annnnyways. The crowd gives a great ovation for the tag champs.

JENNY JERSEY: And his partner. He weighed in at two hundred and fifty nine pounds. He is from Turkey Cross, Kentucky, CUZIN ZEKE!

ROB MARTINEZ: Truly, the fans appreciate this odd couple pairing, who last week upended Warren & Joey Malone for the World Tag Titles.

REX CALIBER: They gettin’ lucky tonight, defending against a team that already went through a war? That shit ain’t right.

ROB MARTINEZ: The tag title competition has never been hotter in REBEL Pro, Rex, it’s all about proving you’re worth a shot.

“The CONNECTION is made!”

Elastica hits and out walk the challengers, but they don’t look normal. There’s no bounce in their step, they didn’t bother to re-pimp for this entrance.
Both men are bandaged over their heads, Stone’s showing red through the white gauze.

JENNY JERSEY: And their opponents, the challengers! Coming to the ring accompanied by Lady Sparks, they are Pimps-R-Us, the team of Stone Zellor and Mike
“Assman” Trey!

ROB MARTINEZ: And these two men, like them or hate them, proved how badly they want the tag titles earlier tonight. Look at them! They look like they’ve
been through a war!

REX CALIBER: Fighting Manny X and Black Mamba will do that to you.

Lady Sparks is accompanying her team, carrying Stone’s Pimp title belt (and the NAPW Heritage title belt, Stone never leaves his bling behind), a look of
concern on her face. Stone and Assman wearily roll into the ring and get to their feet. Stone asks Jenny for the microphone.

STONE ZELLOR: Fo’sho… if it ain’t too much trouble, we was wonderin’ if we can jus’ do a regular wrestlin’ match, foos. What you say?

ROB MARTINEZ: Stone Zellor asking El Rey & Zeke if they can just have a “wrestling match” here tonight, instead of a second consecutive bloodbath.

REX CALIBER: I don’t think they’ll have much argument there, El Rey & Zeke are two of the cleanest-cut men in the damn joint.

Some of the crowd boo, they love their violence, but Zeke and El Rey nod enthusiastically and offer their hands. Stone and Assman shake, no problems, and
the referee calls for the bell.

Even though tags aren’t necessary in REBEL, it looks like we might have some in this match. El Rey and Assman start the contest off, tie-up. Assman gets
an arm-bar, El Rey rolls back, forward, up and around and reverses, applying pressure now to Assman’s arm. Trey with a reversal of his own, but it’s re-reversed
by a speedy El Rey, the lucha-libre style really showing here! El Rey with a spinning takedown into a side headlock. Assman fights his way up and shoves
El Rey to the ropes at a run, Zeke slaps El Rey on the shoulder on the way, Assman ducks his head — El Rey counters with a sunset flip! Assman wobbling,
but staying on his feet, until Cuzin Zeke hits a big clothesline on the man, knocking him down!

El Rey gets out of the ring as Zeke scoops Assman up and DOWN, then drops an elbow for a two-count. Assman gets up and goes to his corner, tagging in the
178 pound Stone. Stone comes in, normally he’d talk some trash but he barely has enough left to focus on this one. Zeke and Stone tie-up, Zeke with the
power advantage, easily gets a sideheadlock. Stone tries to deliver a back suplex to counter, can’t get the big man up. Stone manages to back into the
corner where the ref calls for a break. Clean break by Zeke. Back into it, this time Stone gets a side headlock. Zeke tries the back suplex counter, Stone
squirms, but Zeke instead delivers an atomic drop! That busts the buttocks. Stone turns around, big punch knocks the man down. Tag into El Rey as Zeke
hits a powerslam, leading to El Rey hitting a 2nd rope guillotine leg drop. One, two, Assman makes the save!

ROB MARTINEZ: The champions in firm control here, and you can’t really be surprised since they’re not tired from a match earlier tonight.

REX CALIBER: I like what you said before, the WAR Stone & Assman had earlier. They better get somethin’ goin’ or all that blood they spilled won’t be for
shit.

Stone gets up, slowly, he just don’t seem to have much left in him at all. El Rey chops him and sends him into the ropes. He twists the arm… and goes
to the top rope! The crowd loves this move, El Rey de Corizones walks the top.. and leaps off with an elbow to Stone’s hyper-extended shoulder, flooring
him. Stone reaches out for a tag but El Rey grabs the arm… into his Arm Trap Standing Leg Lock! Stone looks ready to tap out, holding on, the pain is
too much, the champs retain —

Assman with another save, hitting a diving european uppercut to the back of El Rey’s head. The crowd gets on him a bit, but a little fire has come back
to Assman’s eyes. The referee gets on him “stay out of the ring, are you having a WRESTLING match or not?” Assman seems angered by this, as El Rey gets
up… he picks up Stone LOW BLOW! Slim Pimpin’ causes every lady in the audience (all four of ‘em, counting Jenny and Rosa) to weep tears of sadness for
the damage done to El Rey’s babymaker. Stone gets up, stumbles back to a corner, and looks out over the booing crowd. El Rey tags into Cuzin Zeke, who
comes into the ring. He’s kinda asking Stone what’s up, and Stone says “sorry man, just got to me.” Zeke shrugs, then perks up as Stone raises a hand high
in a test of strength. “Come on big fella,” Stone says. Zeke raises a hand up, they lock. Stone is in pain! They lock the other hands, PAIN!

THE PAIN!

Stone shakes his hips, trying to dance away the pain SOCCER KICK TO THE NUTS. Zeke drops in MORE THE PAIN, holding his groin, as Stone slumps against the
ropes and gives the fans double middle-fingers. He looks over at Assman and screams “(BLEEP) DIS WRESTLIN’ SHIT!”

ROB MARTINEZ: I think the “wrestling match” is over!

REX CALIBER: AWWWW YEAH!

Stone rolls outside of the ring as Assman drops down and both men go huntin’. Stone reaches under the ring, pulling out some PLUNDAH. Meanwhile Assman shoves
the timekeeper off and grabs his steel chair! He gets onto the ring apron, El Rey turns around

WHAM!

CHAIR HUCKING! El Rey goes down! But he gets ran over by a raging Cuzin Zeke. Zeke picks up Assman, going for a PILEDRIVER… but it’s Stone Zellor from
behind with a brutal shot from a kendo stick! Zeke doesn’t go down, but drops Assman and turns around. Stone gives him a PIMP SLAP!

Hm. Oh. Well.

That just fired up Zeke more! ANGRY HILLBILLY ONNA LOOSE! He starts punching the hell out of Stone as El Rey gets up to his feet. Zeke whips the man into
El Rey, who NAILS his Heart Kick to the speeding Stone! Knocks the man down, El Rey covers (everybody’s legal, even if they CHOSE to “wrestle” earlier),
one, two, ASSMAN! Makes the save with the kendostick to the back of El Rey’s head! Zeke rushes in, Assman ducks to the side and then brings the kendo stick
right up in Zeke’s balls (again, geez). Hooks the stick around Zeke’s neck, WHITE RUSSIAN LEGSWEEP! One! Two! Zeke kicks out!

Assman picks the man up, CRACK over the head. He gets behind Zeke, neckbreaker delivered. But before he can make another cover, El Rey is back up and has
ahold of Assman from behind, lifting him up for the Argentine Backbreaker Rack! Assman in a bad way, but he manages to wildly swing his kendo stick and
catch El Rey in the face. Mask or not, that hurts, and Assman is free. He charges El Rey

ONLY TO GET TAKEN DOWN WITH A POWERBOMB! Out of nowhere! Assman is down, El Rey hits the ropes

LIONSAULT!!!

ONE, TWO, TH—

STONE with a big boot breaks that up! El Rey gets up CLANG! Stone drops him with a chair! Zeke is up CLANG! Steel chair to his head! Stone slams the chair
down on Zeke’s face, and his fire is back! He climbs to the top rope… DIVING HEADBUTT ONTO THE STEEL CHAIR! Stone kicks around in pain as Zeke seems
totally unconscious. He covers!

ONE! TWO! TH— El Rey makes the last second save!

REX CALIBER: How the hell he do that?

El Rey picks Stone up, but it’s Assman from behind with a blow! He turns around, hoisting El Rey up with the head on his shoulder, Stone lifting from behind?
DOUBLE TEAM SNAPMARE DRIVER! Oh hell that was nasty looking! Assman covers El Rey…

ONE!

TWO!

THKICKOUT!

Somehow El Rey de Corizones kicks out! Stone says that’s it, lifting the man up for a Tombstone Piledriver. But that’s a bit too much weight… El Rey,
dazed or not, is able to kick and fall backwards, he has STONE UP IN IT — Assman clips El Rey’s knees from behind. Stone didn’t land great, but didn’t
land on his head. Assman picks up El Rey, NAILS ASSASSINATION! THAT’S IT!

ONE!

TWO!

TH—

ZEKE SAVES!!!

The crowd is going crazy! Assman is up, clotheslined down! Stone comes in, gets clotheslined down! SCOOP SLAM FOR ASSMAN! SCOOP SLAM FOR STONE! They get
up again, double-teaming Zeke this time! Irish whip… DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE FROM ZEKE! He takes both men down! The Turkey Cross native climbs to the top
rope, all 263 pounds, as Stone and Assman get up…

FLYING CROSSBODY WIPES THEM BOTH OUT!

Everybody’s down, Zeke picks up Stone and knocks him out of the ring! Zeke hoists up Assman, going for a piledriver… no! Assman with a backdrop! Zeke
gets up, Assman from behind, ASSCRACKER — Zeke holds the top rope and it’s only Assman who hits the canvas, blowing his own lungs out in the process!
He struggles to his feet, Zeke hits a toe kick… PILEDRIVER!!! Stone is on the ring apron, though — EL REY KNOCKS HIM OFF! Stone to the outside, EL
REY WITH A DIVING TOPE! FROM A LARGE MAN! HOLY CRAP!

Now with Assman laid out in the middle of the ring, Zeke goes to the top rope. He signals for it! HE FLIES!

A big splash in a MUD PUDDLE! Assman is done for! HERE’S THE COUNT! ONE!

TWO!

THREE—

DR. TITTYLOVER?!

Nails Zeke in the back of the head with his platinum-encrusted white gold diamond-studded pimp cane! KAWHAMMO!

ROB MARTINEZ: The champs retain — WAIT, NO, WHO IS THAT? IS THAT — DR. TITTYLOVER?!

REX CALIBER: It… LOOKS like Dr. Tittylover, I didn’t think we’d ever see him again after last week!

ROB MARTINEZ: Dr. Tittylover — or a reasonable facsimile — just nailed Cuzin Zeke, right when Zeke had Assman pinned! This match should be over!

REX CALIBER: Man, check out Assman, he looks like he seen a ghost!

Assman appears to be in a trance. Almost like he’s wondering if he REALLY saw Dr. Tittylover. Whoever it was, he’s disappeared back into the crowd, but
he did the damage. On the outside, Stone just hit El Rey with the PIMP title belt, knocking him down! Inside the ring Assman is completely zonked, in a
trance, eyes glazed over. What the hell? Zeke is still down from that horrific cane shot as Stone slides in the ring and hooks a leg? NOT LIKE THIS…
ONE, TWO, THREE!

JENNY JERSEY: Your winners, and NEW REBEL World Tag Team Champions, THE BLACK UNDERGROUND RAILROAD: Stone Zellor and Assman!

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh come on! Dr. Tittylover might as well be new champion, he won the match for the Pimps! This is a travesty of justice!

REX CALIBER: Hey, there ain’t no rules disqualifying the Pimps, and they’re the champions! Stone Zellor got SO MUCH GOLD!

ROB MARTINEZ: We have new tag team champions, but not without controversy, that’s the one thing we know for sure.

Zeke and El Rey are crushed, El Rey having pulled Zeke outside. They are heartbroken, the titles they worked so hard for… gone, just like that. In the
ring, Stone drapes one of the title belts on Assman, who is still sitting in a trance. Stone shrugs and pulls together ALL his gold. The Pimp title. The
NAPW Heritage title. And now, one-half of the REBEL World Tag Titles. The man is DRIPPING in gold…

And it’s time to bust a move. The crowd throws garbage at him, but it doesn’t interfere with his STONE COLD GROOVE, BABY!

——————————————————————————–

ROB MARTINEZ: Well REBEL fans, it’s been a hell of a show so far, and now it’s time for our main event for the evening!

“SURPRISE! YOU’RE DEAD!” The sounds of Faith No More mean that it’s time for one of the biggest stars of REBEL-Pro, literally, to make his appearance.

JENNY JERSEY: The following singles match is scheduled for one fall, and is for the REBEL-Pro World Heavyweight Championship! Making his way to the ring,
weighing in tonight at two hundred and eighty-nine pounds! From Fort Lauderdale, Florida, the challenger…JAKE PHOENIX!

As he makes his way to the ring, Phoenix is steely-eyed and he has his jaw clenched. Not a hint of emotion plays across his face: no excitement, nervousness,
or anger. Just determination. He’s not paying any attention to the jeers of the crowd, or even to the surprising amount of cheers from a handful of guys
right in the front row, holding up homemade “PHOENIX + REBEL = GOLD!” signs and screaming their heads off for him. He just steps into the ring and waits.
And then…

“Guess who’s back?”

Hit it.

“THEY SAY I’M COCKY! And I say WHAT? It ain’t bragging (BLEEP) if you back it up!”

The REBEL fans go ballistic for the man who is, in every sense of the word, the star of the show.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent! Weighing in tonight at two hundred and thirty pounds, he is the TWO TIME Carolinas Champion and the TWO TIME and CURRENT
REBEL-Pro World Heavyweight Champion! Fighting out of Durham, North Carolina…”THE SHOW” CHAD KURTIS!

The fans turn to look at the curtain, but nobody comes through. And then, there’s a commotion from the crowd. “The Show” is coming through the audience!
Nodding his head and walking in time to the beat of his own entrance music, he smiles, high-fiving and hugging excited fans as he displays the REBEL-Pro
World Title belt around his waist. When he hops over the barrier and onto the ring apron, he turns around to acknowledge the nearly-universal admiration
of the crowd — except for those guys in the front row, who are booing him so hard some of their faces are turning red. And considering how in shape some
of them are, they really don’t look like they should be exerting themselves that much.

REX CALIBER: Look at the size of Phoenix! There’s a real “Heavyweight” for you! Compared to him Chad Kurtis is a jumbo shrimp!

ROB MARTINEZ: Chad Kurtis proved he was a World Champion-quality wrestler with his win over Kyle Roberts in February, but looking at his size compared to
Jake Phoenix, I’m tempted to agree with you! In any case, this should be one DYNAMITE match-up!

Referee Dale McDonald takes the title belt from Chad Kurtis and shows it to Jake Phoenix, whose eyes flicker a little with excitement, but when McDonald
holds it up to the crowd the light goes out of Phoenix’s eyes. He just looks at “The Show”, who smirks at him. “That’s as close as you’re gettting to that
belt tonight, Phoenix!” Phoenix just nods and narrows his eyes. The two men walk to the middle of the ring, each trying to stare the other down, each trying
to intimidate his opponent. It’s not working. But you can tell they’re ready to start. Dale calls for the bell and we are ON LIKE DONKEY KONG!

The two men lock up right away, Jake Phoenix with the early advantage; he locks in with a belly-to-belly suplex, but The Show reverses into a rear hold,
but he can’t lift the bigger man up and he knows it. So The Show quickly shoves him away, then bounces off the ropes and comes back with a quick lariat
that knocks Phoenix to his knees. The Show gets back up quickly, then takes Phoenix all the way down with a modified neckbreaker. Here’s the first cover
of the night, one, KICKOUT AT ONE! Jake Phoenix kicks out of that cover with ease, pushing The Show up and off of him. Phoenix slowly gets to his feet,
but The Show is already up and bouncing off the ropes, coming in with a cross-body — CAUGHT! Jake Phoenix catches Chad Kurtis in mid air, and with a quick
spin and a shift of his weight BODYSLAMS him to the mat. Chad Kurtis tries to get up quickly, but Phoenix kicks him in the teeth and knocks him flat on
his back! Phoenix then grabs The Show’s right leg and stomps the knee one, two, three times, then does a falling knee drop right to the chest! And now
it’s Phoenix’s turn to cover! One, two, kickout by The Show, who doesn’t get up as quickly now.

ROB MARTINEZ: Some fast-paced action early in the match!

REX CALIBER: Phoenix knows that if Kurtis gets any momentum this match could get out of hand really fast. He’s playing it smart, trying to keep him on his
feet, on his level. It’s what I would do.

ROB MARTINEZ: And that makes it smart how?

Jake Phoenix grabs Kurtis by the arm and hauls him up, then tosses him into the far turnbuckle, then goes right over and starts laying in with some brutal
punches, knocking The Show’s head left and right like he was a tiny sock puppet being pummeled by giant smoked hams. After five rights and five lefts,
The Show’s legs buckle and he stumbles; Phoenix takes advantage of this and hoists him up on the top turnbuckle, then climbs up there with him…oh good
god…CHOKESLAM TO THE OUTSIDE!

REX CALIBER: JESUS, MARY, AND JOSEPH!

Both men are lying on the ground outside the ring, but The Show is much worse for wear, just lying there motionless while Phoenix rolls over and starts
picking himself up with the help of the stairs; the Phoenix brigade in the front row is going BALLISTIC. Phoenix goes under the ring and starts tossing
things out; a chair, a hockey stick, a couple of two-by-fours, obviously looking for something…and he’s found it. Phoenix pulls out a table and starts
to set it up outside the ring, but this break in the action has given Kurtis a little time to recover, and as he’s getting to his feet he sees all the
presents that Jake Phoenix has left him. He picks up a two-by-four and walks over to Phoenix just as he finishes setting up the table, swinging as hard
as he can and cracking the lumber into the big man’s back. Phoenix grits his teeth and straightens up a little, and Kurtis swings again, this time hitting
Phoenix in the shoulders, and the wood splinters a little from the impact. Phoenix is angry now, turning around JUST IN TIME TO GET SOME WOOD IN THE FACE!
And the lumber finally splits with the impact; Kurtis tosses it away and goes in to lock up with Phoenix, whose face is a bloody mess. He locks in the
hold, trying to go for what I don’t exactly know, but Phoenix isn’t having any of it. He breaks the hold, then shoves Kurtis back and charges forward –
short arm clothesline into the ring apron!

Kurtis collapses to the floor, and Phoenix grabs him by the arm and drags him back to the table, then lifts him up and rolls him on it. The crowd is booing
him something fierce, but Phoenix doesn’t care. He turns his back on the table and heads back to the apron, climbing up to the apron, planning on making
a table-Kurtis-Phoenix sandwich, but Kurtis isn’t about to take that lying down. He quickly rolls off the table, then staggers over to the ring and grabs
Phoenix’s legs and starts to PULL AS HARD AS HE CAN. Phoenix figures out what’s going on and gets a death grip on the ropes, trying to hold on for dear
life, but Kurtis keeps the pressure on. Phoenix tries to wriggle one of his legs out of Kurtis’ grip and somehow does, stomping the World Heavyweight Champion
in the face, but Kurtis still doesn’t let go, and with his free hand he fires into the air, trying to connect wish something, anything — and nails Phoenix
right in the babymaker! It wasn’t intentional, Kurtis was just trying to get some kind of leverage back, and boy did he get it! Phoenix goes a little limp,
loses his grip a little, and that’s all Kurtis needed. Grabbing Phoenix’s other leg, he gives one final pull, and brings Jake Phoenix down back-first onto
the table! Phoenix is lying in twisted metal and wood splinters, and The Show gets up and screams out to the fans, who are eating it up!

ROB MARTINEZ: Desperation move from The Show, but he did what he had to do! Can he capitalize on this and get some momentum going?

REX CALIBER: Let’s just have a moment of silence for Little Jake and the Phoenixes, Rob.

The Show picks up the chair and whacks Phoenix a few times with it, then throws it down on his body…and then he turns to the ring. He climbs up to the
apron…and then up the post…then he balances on the top rope…

BEST MOONSAULT EVER ONTO THE CHAIR!

The crowd is chanting “HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!” and who can blame them? The Show and Phoenix are in a pile outside of the ring, and the referee doesn’t know
what to do. With no count-outs, there’s nothing he can do but wait and see who the first man to stir will be. The crowd is chanting “KURTIS!” while the
cluster of miscreants shout “Phoenix!” after them!

“KURTIS!” “Phoenix!” “KURTIS!” “Phoenix!” “KURTIS!” “Phoenix!” “KURTIS!”

Phoenix.

Jake Phoenix lifts his right hand into the air, and the crowd hushes up right bloody quick. Except for the half-dozen guys in the front, one of whom I think
just fainted. He pushes himself to his knees, then stands up, a little unsure of himself. He grabs Chad Kurtis by the hair and hauls him out of the wreckage,
and throws him into the ring. He looks like he’s going to follow him in, but then reconsiders. He goes over to his lone group of fans, and screams “GIMME
YOUR (BLEEP) CHAIR!” at one of them, who is only too happy to oblige. He slides that in too, then crawls in after it, to be met with a running kick to
the face from Chad Kurtis! Phoenix staggers back, and Kurtis runs to bounce off the ropes for a springboard dropkick–

Phoenix throws the chair!

The chair hits Chad Kurtis in the face as he comes off the ropes, and he comes down just a couple of feet away from Phoenix. Now it’s Kurtis’s turn to leak
a little blood from the face, and Phoenix goes in for a cover, one, two, three–no! Kurtis has his foot on the ropes! Phoenix was THIS close to winning
this thing, but he was also THIS far away from the ropes!

REX CALIBER: That was a rookie mistake, Phoenix! ARE YOU A ROOKIE, BIG GUY!?!

ROB MARTINEZ: With all the punishment these two men have taken tonight, I’m surprised Phoenix could remember to pin him, period.

Phoenix is stunned. He can’t believe he didn’t get the pinfall, but he’s not going to bitch about. it. He’s going to…roll to the outside? And go under
the ring; he’s under the ring for a little bit longer, and comes out with another table. Oh yes. He meant business with the table earlier, and he’s going
to follow through with it. He slides the table into the ring and comes in himself. Kurtis is pulling himself to his feet by the ropes, keeping himself
in this thing, and Phoenix decides he’s going to put him down again. He grabs Kurtis from behind and tries for a German suplex, but Kurtis grabs the ropes
and Phoenix can’t get the leverage. He tries again, but Kurtis holds on for dear life. Phoenix lets go, then punches The Show in the back of the head,
turns him around then lays into him with some forearms to the face. He steps back after a few, then puts him down with a quick powerslam. Phoenix doesn’t
go for the pin, though, just turns his attention back to the table. He’s got it set up in the middle of the ring, then turns back to Kurtis–

IT’S SHOWTIME!

Kurtis with the moonsault-DDT laying Phoenix out! That’s the second time Phoenix has thrown away his advantage to get the table up and given Chad Kurtis
a second wind! Kurtis turns around to get some adrenaline from the crowd, who cheer on their World Heavyweight Champion like he was Rocky (from the good
movies). Kurtis turns back to Phoenix, who’s getting to his feet, and fires off with a few quick right hands; then he whips Phoenix as hard as he can into
the far turnbuckle. Phoenix connects HARD and Kurtis stumbles over, trying to lift the big man onto the top turnbuckle…Phoenix fires off in desperation
with his big right hand but Kurtis gives two more back in kind and Phoenix collapses again. Kurtis struggles, finally gets Phoenix to the top rope, then
climbs up himself for the CK Finale 2.0! He grabs Phoenix, getting him into position — Phoenix stirring, though, and nails Kurtis in the face with a hard
right! Kurtis stumbles, looks like he’s going to fall, but grabs onto Phoenix, trying to get him in position, but Phoenix breaks the hold and boxes his
ears! Kurtis is stunned, lets go of the hold which gives Phoenix a little leverage of his own — can he do it — OH NO!

TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER OFF THE TOPE ROPE THROUGH THE TABLE!

“The Show” goes through the table this time, and Phoenix somehow has the wherewithal to go for the pin!

One!

Two!

THREE!

JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner and new REBEL-Pro World Heavyweight Champion…JAAAAAAAKE PHOEEEENIX!

Jake Phoenix meets Dale McDonald in the middle of the ring, and the referee raises his hand, but Phoenix pulls his hand away and points to the title belt,
then points to his waist. “YOU STRAP THAT ON, DAMMIT!” he shouts.

ROB MARTINEZ: “The Show” put up a hell of a fight, Rex, but in the end it was Jake Phoenix who pulled it off!

REX CALIBER: Phoenix did exactly what he needed to do. You bring the fight down to your level, you don’t let Chad Kurtis get too much momentum going, and
most importantly, you don’t let the table own you: you own the table.

ROB MARTINEZ: And now Jake Phoenix goes to face Adam Davis in the Main Event of the Birthday Bash!

REX CALIBER: CO-Main Event, Rob. I’m not playing second fiddle to anyone in this company, even if I do have to face Murcielago…

Jake Phoenix stands in the middle of the ring, the REBEL World Heavyweight Title belt strapped to his waist, shouting at Chad Kurtis. “Take a good look!
This is the closest YOU’RE going to get to MY title for a LONG TIME!” The show ends with a brand new champ. He won in Defiance of all these Kurtis fans.
Birthday Bash next month…REBEL TURNS ONE YEAR OLD BABY!

03/04/2008
The closed circuit broadcast opens up with scenes of last second buzzer beaters in college basketball. The Duke Blue Devils celebrating a win, then we see
the Tar Heels cutting down the net after winning the National Championship in 2005. We see Jimmy V charging the court after shocking the world over twenty
years ago, leading NC State to a title.

VOICE OVER: In the Carolinas, March Madness is all bout the hard court. This is basketball country, The world knows that more than likely, the winner of
the whole thing had to go through an ACC team to win. The basketball community knows all about March Madness in the Carolinas. That was before REBEL came
to town and changed all that.

The basketball theme leaves as REBEL highlights are shown.

VOICE OVER: Now, after tonight, March Madness will be known for the night two of the most loved teams go to battle for tag team gold. The night where Adam
Davis tries to increase his undefeated stint, one more match. The night when two of the BEST, and we mean best… technicians to ever lace up boots and
earn a paycheck in Pro Wrestling, go head to head for the first time ever.

The scene goes black as a graphic showing the REBEL March Madness logo soon appears. Cut scene to live in the arena. Five hundred screaming fans have sold
out the Mulberry Street Rec Center in Lenoir, North Carolina. Rex Caliber and Rob Martinez are in the middle of the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: WELCOME TO REBEL PRO WRESTLING! For the hundreds in attendance and the hundreds more watching on Closed Circuit Television, thank you for
joining us!

REX CALIBER: We are live, beating around the Mulberry Bush, and ready to see some ACTION!

ROB MARTINEZ: TWO TITLES ON THE LINE TONIGHT! Nickels versus Young for the Carolinas strap and El Rey and Zeke go two on two with the tag champs: Malone
and Warren!

REX CALIBER: That ain’t all folks.. we have several surprises in store, and of course the main event tonight is a Technical Wrestling DREAM MATCH! REES
VERSUS ROBERTS!

ROB MARTINEZ: We also have a PIMPTASTIC ATTRACTION TONIGHT!

REX CALIBER: With all this going on tonight, you have to know that REBEL is experiencing…

ROB MARTINEZ: MARRRRCH MADDDNEEESSS!

——————————————————————————–
JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome REBEL’s own, and the NEW NAPW World Champion, the “Untouchable” Keeennnnyyy… KRENSHOV!

“AND I AM FINALLY FREE!”

“Attack” by 30 Seconds to Mars plays, and the fans are all on their feet for the new champion as he steps from behind the curtain with hard limp. He sports
a new t-shirt that reads “350 pounds of KICK YOUR ASS!”, and a pair of jeans with an obvious brace protruding underneath on his right knee. The NAPW World
Championships hangs from hand. As Kenny makes it to center stage he looks around at the standing ovation and soaks in the roar of the crowd before thrusting
the title in the air, and somehow the building gets even louder.

REX CALIBER: Good god, tell these fans to shut up, I’m going to go deaf Rob!

ROB MARTINEZ: Well they’re certainly happy to see Kenny Krenshov, and I’m sure if they could have been in Canada to witness his win over Donovan Astros
to win the NAPW World Championship they would have in a heartbeat.

REX CALIBER: So what, I was the NAPW Champion, why don’t the fans give me this kind of ovation every time I come to the announcing table?

ROB MARTINEZ: You… well, you’re a special case Rex.

Kenny slowly makes his way to the ring, draping the championship belt over his shoulder and clutching it proudly. As he climbs the stairs and gets to the
apron, he enters the ring not over the top rope, but through the middle and top due to his knee. Jenny Jersey hands Kenny her microphone, congratulating
him as she exits the ring. He brings the microphone to his lips, but the crowds continuous chant of, “KENNY, KENNY KENNY” brings a smile to the big mans
face, and he pulls the microphone down for a moment. Finally, he brings the mic back up as the fans start to quiet.

KRENSHOV: I know I haven’t been around REBEL much lately, and I was praying you guys hadn’t forgotten about me—guess my prayers were answered.

Another big pop for the champion of New Alberta Pro Wrestling.

KRENSHOV: I wish that I could have been around more, but I’ve been dealing with personal issues that have kept me from the ring. And sadly tonight, as much
as I want to, I won’t be able to wrestle.

The fans boo at not seeing Kenny in action.

KRENSHOV: It sucks, I know… trust me, I know. The reason why I’m not able to wrestle tonight is because two weeks ago some prick came out and hit a home
run on my knee with a lead pipe. The trainers and doctors all told me that I probably wouldn’t be able to wrestle for a long-long time. Hell, they weren’t
sure if I’d be able to walk for months. Well, I took a chance. One week later I was in the ring against a man named Donovan Astros for this NAPW World
Championship. It was maybe the hardest fight of my life, but in the end I limped out of that match as the NAPW World Champion!

HUGE POP!

KRENSHOV: It may have not been the smartest move, ‘cause the doctors still weren’t sure exactly how bad my knee was. Astros tried everything in his power
to make sure I never walked again, and during that match, I felt pain like I never have felt before, and even I thought I was going to sustain a permanent
injury. Well after the match I went and saw the best doctor I could find and had it evaluated once again. While my knee may be a little worse for wear,
the doctor informed me that not only will I be walking fine soon, but I’ll be good to go in the ring in the near future.

The crowd pops again and another “KENNY! KENNY! KENNY!” chant erupts.

KRENSHOV: Now, the doctor is telling me I have to stay out this week and I should stay out next week—(the crowd begins to boo but Kenny cuts them off)—wo,
wo, give me a chance to explain. The doctor is telling me I “should” stay out of the ring next week. It’s been two months too long that I’ve been in a
REBEL ring, and goddamnit, I’m going to be in this ring next week!

ROB MARTINEZ: Have you ever heard a buzz like this Rex?

REX CALIBER: This isn’t a buzz Rob, this is like a train running through the building!

KRENSHOV: Against who… well that’s up to Rick Garrett and company to ultimately determine. All I know is that there’s a whole lotta egos in REBEL that need
to be checked. Anybody that thinks they’re better than the NAPW Champ, or if you’re just some guy that wants to fight, you come see me if you want to throw
it down backstage—go see Rick Garrett to hold off your inevitable ass beating for another week. Because right now, I feel UNTOUCHABLE!

“AND I AM FINALLY FREE!”

The music blasts over the PA system, and Kenny hoists up his belt with his right hand for another pop from the crowd before exiting the ring and limping
to the back.

ROB MARTINEZ: An open challenge put out by the NAPW World Champion is huge, but I don’t know if anybody is too eager to get in the ring with Kenny Krenshov.
——————————————————————————–

JENNY JERSEY: The following match is scheduled for one fall, first making his REBEL debut, standing six foot four and weighing in at two hundred twenty
four pounds from the Bronx, New York…

‘Make Way (Superstar remix)’ by Birdman featuring Lil Wayne and Fat Joe blast through the sound system as the debuting La Costa makes his way to the ring
with a neutral crowd reaction.

JENNY JERSEY: MIKE LA COSTA!

And his opponent standing in at six foot seven and weighing two hundred ninety five pounds from Manhattan, New York…

‘Da Graveyard’ by Big L comes across the sound system as the fans know who it is and they start to give him hell as he makes his way down to the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: MURCIELAGO!

Murcielago doesn’t wait for the bell as he goes right to work connecting on La Costa’s head with a serious of right hooks, before setting him up for a DDT.
La Costa slides out of ring to try and regroup.

ROB MARTINEZ: I don’t think that is the place this kid wants to be when against Murcielago. He needs to remember this is REBEL Pro Wrestling, no DQ, no
count out

REX CALIBER: Murcielago is a bum, I think maybe this kid is just playing with him.

ROB MARTINEZ: It’s good to see that you can keep your personal feelings out of this.

REX CALIBER: We all know that April third, that big bitch goes to school. Let’s just get back to the action.

Murcielago gets tired of waiting for La Costa to get back in the ring as he joins him on the outside. He lands a couple of more right hands before dragging
La Costa over to the steel stairs and he picks him up and slams him into the steel stairs busting him open. Murcielago puts La Costa into a sharpshooter
and begins to talk to the crowd and they react with a lot of heat.

REX CALIBER: See, Murcielago is just classless there is no need in all this extracurricular activity, just do your job and wrestle.

ROB MARTINEZ: It seems to me maybe he is trying to send a message to someone.

REX CALIBER: What message? That he can beat up a bum, hell, for what I’ve seen tonight you could take this La Costa kid.

ROB MARTINEZ: Say what you want, Rex, but it seems to me that Murcielago is focused of late.

REX CALIBER: Call the match, Rob.

Murcielago finally released the sharpshooter as he walks over to Jenny Jersey and tells he that she should just go ahead and announce him the winner. Murcielago
then takes a chair from a fan in the front row and plants in onto La Costa’s head, before sliding back into the ring. Murcielago mouths to the crowd as
he walks from corner to corner exposing each turnbuckle, before going back out side the ring and leaning over to Rob Martinez, then snatches his headset.
MURCIELAGO: Yo Rob, mind telling Rex that his days are numbered and he ain’t… nothing… but…a…bitch!’.

Murcielago drops the headset as Rob struggles to put them back on.

ROB MARTINEZ: Rex, Murc says your days-

REX CALIBER: You repeat his ass, and REBEL will have a one man commentating team again… ME!

Murcielago then gets back to work on La Costa as La Costa goes for a right hand that is blocked by Murcielago. Murc delivers another DDT before tossing
him back in the ring. Murcielago takes his time climbing back in the ring knowing that he’s got the match won. Murc takes La Costa around the ring ramming
his head three times into each turnbuckle, before going to the center of the ring mouthing something towards Caliber waiting as La Costa stumbles to him
and then delivering a ‘Defcon 1’ he goes for the cover as Dale McDonald counts…

ONE…

TWO..

No, Murcielago pulls him up, because he ain’t done yet. He slides out of the ring and brings in a steel chair, looks at Caliber, and mouths, ‘This is your
FUTURE’, before going back and delivering the chair to La Costa’s stomach. Then the back of his head gets nailed too. It looks like Murcielago is going
to deliver another DDT, but no it’s the ‘Drop Top’. Murcielago covers and McDonald counts…

ONE…

TWO…

THREE…

JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner, MURCIELAGO!

ROB MARTINEZ: It was all Murcielago tonight and he was apparently sending you a message.

REX CALIBER: Yeah, Murcielago got lucky tonight facing a bum he won’t be so lucky come ‘Birthday Bash’, when he faces off against me.

Murcielago moves to the outside. He grabs the head set of Rob Martinez, who squirms out of the way. Rex and Murc, both wearing headsets are face to face.
Security separate them as best they can. They both are wearing headsets for full audio on the Closed Circuit Broadcast.

MURCIELAGO: Just wanted you to know that next week you get to see someone compete in the match YOU designed several years ago. You called it Extreme Carnage
in one of those sucky ass feds you were in. You called it a “Nexus Death Match” in another shitty fed. The Double Elimination Tables match. Yeah, I’m gonna
out do you.

REX CALIBER: Fuck you, you overgrown bitch. Who do you plan on losing too next week? You can’t handle barbwire, fire and thumbtack covered tables. You are
too damn SOFT!

MURCIELAGO: SOFT? Fuck this shit. Your boy, Thomas Young… he is gonna DIE NEXT WEEK! Garrett done signed that shit!

Murcielago exits with the help of security, as Rex cusses him until he reaches the curtain. Double Elimination Table Match? Barbwire Table, Flaming Table,
and Tack Covered Table? OH MY!

——————————————————————————–

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, our next match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, residing in Boston, Massachusetts. He weighs in at two-hundred-seventy-five
pounds. M.D.K!

“Woman” by Wolfmother begins to play throughout the arena here in Lenoir as the Englishman, M.D.K. steps out from behind the curtain. He’s met by a chorus
of boos, but it don’t bother him none. Oh no. He walks down the aisle with a determined look on his face as his music begins to fade.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent. From Detroit, Michigan. He weighs in at two-hundred-thirty -nine pounds, he is the REBEL PRO Number One Contender. “THE
ICEMAN” ADAM DAVIS!

”This Is The New Shit” by Marilyn Manson starts blasting through the speakers as Adam Davis comes out to an extremely negative reaction. It’s not as bad
as the reaction his opponent got a moment ago, but “The Iceman” looks straight ahead – and he spots M.D.K sliding out of the ring! The two men charge towards
one another, immediately trading blows in the aisle as this battle begins with a brawl!

ROB MARTINEZ: It looks like this match isn’t going to start in the ring, Rex.

REX CALIBER: The amount of hatred these two have for each other, I haven’t seen it since Ravager and I went at it back last Summer.

ROB MARTINEZ: Again with the self aggrandizing…

REX CALIBER: What? You just shut up over there.. you don’t know me.

But Rob has shut up as the action continues in the aisle. The larger M.D.K. has back his opponent against one of the guard rails and is wailing away with
some hard looking hooks to the cranium. However, a boot to the midsection by Davis soon sorts that out, as M.D.K. is forced to take a step back. Lariat
attempt by Davis is ducked, and ‘The Iceman’ is caught by a knee to the gut before being thrown back first into the guard rail! The crowd, whilst enjoying
the fight unfolding before them, is not quite sure who to cheer for. Adam Davis is back on his feet, albeit doubled over as he finds himself on the receiving
end of some clubbing blows to the back. M.D.K. grabs his opponent by the back of the head as he goes to bounce his skull off the rail – but Davis gets
a foot up and connects with a back elbow! And an Irish whip into the steel rail!

M.D.K. doesn’t have time to react though, as he’s dragged back up to his feet and now both men are heading towards the ring. Davis rolls his opponent in
before sliding in after him, and now, the bell rings to start this match. Both men get back to their feet quickly, but it’s Adam Davis who strikes first
with a toe kick. Followed by an Irish whip and M.D.K. is sent to the turnbuckle – BIG BOOT! And Davis ran right into that one! He staggers back as M.D.K.
charges with a clothesline – DUCKED! Belly-to-belly suplex by ‘The Iceman’! And he’s laying into his opponent with some mounted punches, wailing away with
some rights and lefts.

REX CALIBER: What should be a fine technical match has degenerated into nothing more than a brawl, Martinez.

Unfortunately there’s no response from Rob, so we’ll go back to the match. Davis has dragged his opponent back to a vertical base once again, only to take
him back down with a side-Russian leg sweep. A quick cover gets a two-count, but it’s definitely not enough to put M.D.K. away. The Englishman is trying
to get back to his feet, using the ropes for leverage, but Davis is stomping away at his opponent’s torso, trying to keep him down. ‘The Iceman’ runs against
the far ropes for momentum, coming back wit–SPEAR BY M.D.K!

REX CALIBER: Damn, that spear took the wind right out of The Iceman’s sail!

It’s not enough to keep him down, though, as Davis clambers back up. He’s staggering slightly, so much so that he doesn’t notice M.D.K. slip around the
back – DRAGON SUPLEX! And the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THRENOOOO!

Adam Davis shakes the cobwebs off just in time, but M.D.K. is on his way out of the ring. The crowd near that side of the ring are booing extra loud as
he lifts the apron up, obviously looking for a weapon of some sort. Ah ha, he’s found a chair! BASEBALL SLIDE! M.D.K. took too long, giving Davis enough
time to recover and send that steel chair straight into the face of M.D.K! And that knocks him off his feet.

REX CALIBER: Both men are down, Martinez. Between the chair to the face and that dragon suplex a moment ago, they’re taking some serious knocks in this
match.

No response.

REX CALIBER: You can talk, you know. I didn’t mean literally shut up and make me do all the work.

Each competitor seems to recover at the same time. Davis in the ring, M.D.K. on the outside, although it is Davis who’s climbing to the outside – only to
have the chair thrown in his face! Oh, the crowd don’t like that one.

ROB MARTINEZ: Can I? Got your permission now? Anyways, the crowd don’t like that one bit!

Davis falls back into the ring, a cut having been opened up above his eye as his opponent rolls back into the ring. M.D.K. still has that chair in his hands,
only now it’s raised above his head as he goes to bring it down – BOOT TO THE GUT! Out of desperation, Adam Davis connects with a boot to the gut. And
another forces M.D.K. to drop the chair. He’s doubled over as Davis pops up and hits a picture perfect fisherman suplex! But it doesn’t keep M.D.K. down
as both men stand back up. Northern Lights suplex by Davis, and he’s bridged for the pin!

ONE!

TWNO!

Kickout by M.D.K! ‘The Iceman’ appears to have had a burst of energy as he drags his opponent back up and sends him against the ropes with an Irish whip.
Powerslam by Davis! Up to his feet, and he drops a knee across the forehead of M.D.K! Davis lifts his opponent up yet again as he performs another Irish
whip, sending M.D.K. against the ropes.

ROB MARTINEZ: ‘The Iceman’ went for a back body drop, but he’s lowered his head far too early!

REX CALIBER: Maybe that boot to the face will knock some sense into him.

Indeed. And now it’s Adam Davis on the back foot as M.D.K. fires away with some more right hooks. He’s backed Davis against the ropes and M.D.K. goes for
the arm wringer. Locked in. He brings his opponent towards the center of the ring before twisting it round once for good measure, bringing Davis down to
one knee – but Davis reverses the hold! He goes to twist, but, again the hold is reversed and M.D.K. pulls his opponent in for a SPINEBUSTER! He planted
Adam Davis there, and he’s hooking the leg!

ONE!

TWONOO!

And M.D.K. is angry now. He believes he should have put his opponent away by now, but he has a plan. He grabs that chair again, lifting it high above his
head – causing the crowd to boo uncontrollably. They like their hardcore wrestling, but not when M.D.K. or Adam Davis has a weapon in their hand. Unfortunately
for ‘The Iceman’, it’s the former at this moment in time. Davis is using the ropes to get back to his feet as he gets nailed by a chair shot to the back!
The crowd chant something about M.D.K. sucking, and the Englishman throws the chair out of the ring to the floor below!

ROB MARTINEZ: This isn’t good, Rex. M.D.K. is yelling at the fans!

REX CALIBER: If he thinks he’s too good for REBEL Pro, then this is what he’ll get from the fans!

ROB MARTINEZ: I’ve never seen anyone anger the fans as much as this.

M.D.K. is leant over the top rope, yelling at one particular fan, so he hasn’t noticed Adam Davis sneak up behind him. REVERSE SUPLEX! But he’s not going
for the cover. Instead he’s grabbed M.D.K. by one leg as he’s going for GRAVE PAIN! Locked in! And M.D.K. is in all kinds of trouble! ‘The Iceman’ showing
no emotion as he leans back to apply more pressure, but M.D.K. is trying to crawl towards the ropes. Alan Stone, the official is in place to check for
the submission, but there ain’t no way M.D.K. is gonna give up! Not no how, not no way! Not like this anyway. Yet more pressure applied, and M.D.K. crawls
closer and closer to that rope — he’s reached it! Alan Stone calls for the break, but Davis won’t release the hold!

Davis finally breaks the move, but M.D.K. is hurt. He’s holding his back, which coincidentally where Davis is stomping at. Once, twice, three times a go-go.
He lifts M.D.K. back to his feet again before falling him with a back suplex, sending him crashing to mat. Once again, Davis lifts his opponent up as he
goes for a backbreaker – NO! M.D.K. grabs the arm of Adam Davis and takes him down to the mat with a Fujiwara armbar! And now the shoe is on the other
foot, as ‘The Iceman’ finds himself in the center of the ring, locked in a deadly submission hold! But, unlike his opponent, M.D.K. is showing more than
a modicum of emotion. Somewhere between pain and anger, he’s leaning back to apply more and more pressure – but Davis isn’t budging!

ROB MARTINEZ: This match appears to just keep going back and forth, without either man being able to get a real advantage.

REX CALIBER: And neither man is giving an inch, no matter what they put each other through. I like it. That’s what REBEL Pro needs.

‘The Iceman’ is trying to get to the ropes. His arms are otherwise engaged, so he’s using his leg strength to try and turn on the spot. Referee Alan Stone
is on hand to check for the submission, but both men have too much pride to submit today. Closer and closer to the ropes, but M.D.K. applies more pressure
– BREAK! Alan Stone calls for the break as Davis finally reaches the ropes. And he gets it in just four seconds time. M.D.K. hurries back to his feet as
he drags his opponent up as well. A waist lock from behind and Davis is taken over with a German suplex! But the hands are still locked as M.D.K. pulls
Davis up again. A SECOND GERMAN SUPLEX! And the hands are still together, and again, Adam Davis is lifted to a vertical base. A THIRD GERMAN SUPLEX BY
M.D.K! And he’s bridging for the pin!

ONE!

TWO!

DAVIS GETS A SHOULDER UP!

THREE!

DING! DING! DING!

ROB MARTINEZ: What just happened?

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of this match… “THE ICEMAN” ADAM DAVIS!

REX CALIBER: M.D.K’s shoulders were pinned to the mat as he bridged the German suplex. He just got pinned!

ROB MARTINEZ: M.D.K is pissed! Adam Davis escapes the ring and exits quickly. M.D.K. looks at the crowd, who are laughing at him.

——————————————————————————–

The ring crew is setting up for the Pimptastic Attraction match. Two poles are attached to opposite ring posts. On one, a pimp cane dangles from a cord.
On the other, a trio of disco balls have been strung up to be used as weapons of mass pimpstruction. On the outside a table has been set up with various
pimp items. Brass knuckles. A large gold goblet. A ton of gold chains and a stack of Kayne West CDs and a boom box. Anyway, the ring is ready, so let’s
go to Jenny!

JENNY JERSEY: This next match is your special “Pimptastic Attraction Match!”

The fans pop huge for no other reason that they know in a few short minutes they’ll see some hot strippers.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, he is your special guest referee!

ROB MARTINEZ: Guest Referee?

REX CALIBER: Oh yeah, I guess I forgot to tell you. My bad.

JENNY JERSEY: He is a former REBEL Tag Team Champion and known the world over as the master of mayhem….DR. TITTYLOVER!!!!

The crowd pops huge as “The Way She Moves” By OutKast hits the sound system! From behind the curtain steps a man most notorious. At six foot five and two
hundred sixty eight pounds, he strikes a striking pose. Imagine a tall Wesley snipes who doesn’t beat women. He makes his way to the ring dressed in tight
leather pants, zebra print boots and a fishnet shirt. Oh, and he has a huge ‘fro.

ROB MARTINEZ: Dr. Tittylover!? Isn’t there warrants for his arrest?

REX CALIBER: Several in fact. But who would know more about a match like this than….That thing in the ring?

Switch back to inside the ring and Dr. Tittylover snatches the microphone away from a frightened Jenny Jersey.

DR. TITTYLOVER: Hit the bricks you skinny white bitch! Let a true pimp handle his business!

ROB MARTINEZ: This reeks of trouble. How can Dr. Tittylover call this match down the middle? He was a former tag champ with one of the wrestlers in this
match!

REX CALIBER: I don’t care, I’m just waiting for the hoes!

DR. TITTYLOVER: Now we gotta go over a few rules for this Pimptastic Attraction so pay attention! First off, there are NO rope breaks! Rope breaks are for
pussies and real pimps don’t need ‘em!

Cheers from the crowd.

DR. TITTYLOVER: Second, falls count anywhere in this bitch!

Another loud ovation from the crowd.

DR. TITTYLOVER: Third, everytime a wrestler kicks out of a pin….I take off a piece of my clothing.

Silence.

REX CALIBER: Woof….

ROB MARTINEZ: Please, like you didn’t see that coming. Damn you Rex.

DR. TITTYLOVER: Now let’s get this damn thing underway! Bring out the hoes!

The crowd roars back to life as a parade of scantily clad beauties make their way out from the back! They take their positions around the ring.

REX CALIBER: Hey! I know that redhead!

ROB MARTINEZ: Easy.

DR. TITTYLOVER: Now, coming to the ring first…..

”Superfreak” by Rick James… BITCH, hits and we see Mike “Assman” Trey step out from the back!

DR. TITTYLOVER: Give it up for my former tag partner and all around pimp in training…Assman!

Assman is dressed in sequined MC Hammer pants, an open silk shirt and sports enough jewelry to make Mr. T envious. Assman makes his way down to the ring
and slides inside. The two men hug and the crowd is chanting “We Want Ass! We Want Ass! We Want Ass!”

“Connection” by Elastica hits and the crowd turns their cheers into white hot heat!

DR. TITTYLOVER: Next up, this cat is the NAPW Champion of…Something. I dunno. Anyway give it up for the second pimp in training…”I Like To Get High”
Stone Zellor!

Zellor struts out from the back wearing a golden-brown Godfather hat. A golden, velvety coat that comes draped with premium, gold brown-striped, long chinchilla
fur. Along with the black silk shirt and diamond stimulant encrusted dollar sign necklace. Oh, and it finishes with some loose fitting silky pants. The
crowd however could care less as they try to boo him out of the building.

ROB MARTINEZ: I can’t believe I’m about to call a match that involves strippers and wanna be pimps.

REX CALIBER: See Rob, dreams CAN come true!

ROB MARTINEZ: Ugh.

Zellor climbs into the ring and sneers at Assman. Oh it’s on!

The Mad Pimp calls for the bell and the two men approach each other slowly. The men are standing almost nose to nose trash talking each other as the crowd
starts up with a rowdy “Show Us Boobies!” chant! Zellor drives a knee into the gut of Assman! Scoop slam from Zellor puts Trey onto the mat. Pimp strut
by Zellor! The crowd showers him with boos as Assman picks himself off the mat. The two men circle each other and tie up. Side headlock by Trey. Zellor
shoots him off into the ropes. Zellor ducks early and Assman leapfrogs him. Zellor turns around and takes a hip toss courtesy of Assman. Mike Trey with
the Ass Wiggle! The fans pop and Zellor looks pissed as he pulls himself to his feet. Trey advances onto Zellor but takes a kick to the midsection. Chop
across the chest from Zellor! Another! A third! European uppercut from Assman! Snapmare driver from Mike Trey and Zellor rolls to the outside!

ROB MARTINEZ: A bit of a feeling out process here in this….Match.

REX CALIBER: Hey Rob, can you get the attention of that little Asian girl for me?

ROB MARTINEZ: I will not!

Zellor is being caressed and basically felt up by the hoes on the outside. Wait a second! One of the hoes have reached inside his pocket and stolen his
wallet! Zellor starts to give chase but is blocked by a wall of angry hoes. Zellor turns to get back into the ring and takes a baseball slide to the sternum
from Trey! Assman rolls to the outside and pulls Zellor back to his feet. European uppercut sends Zellor over the railing and into the front row! Assman
climbs over the guard rail and continues to do battle with Zellor as Dr. Tittylover is chatting up several hoes at ringside. In the crowd, fans part like
the red sea as Zellor and Assman trade rights and lefts. Rake to the eyes from Zellor stun Assman. A chair driven into the ribs doubles the master of the
Ass Wiggle over. Zellor connects with a chair shot across the back of Assman!

ROB MARTINEZ: Zellor showing that mean streak of his.

REX CALIBER: Just think, if Assman were wrestling CLINT Zellor this match would have ended a long time ago. That guy sucked.

Dr. Tittylover has finally made it into the crowd and even takes sips of beer offered to him by the fans. Zellor has his chair at the ready and Trey is
slowly getting to his feet. Zellor charges and Assman gives him a backdrop onto the floor! Assman takes a chair, folds it up and places it across the face
of Zellor. Leg drop across the chair! Trey goes for the cover as Tittylover counts! One! Two! Zellor kicks out! Trey starts to pull Zellor to his feet
when he (and everyone else) notices that Tittylover strips off his fishnet shirt and hurls it into the crowd! The distraction is all Zellor needs as he
low blows Assman! Atomic drop from Zellor! Trey is quickly spun around and takes an inverted atomic drop from Zellor that leaves him hunched over and holding
the small of his back in pain. A clothesline from Zellor puts Trey on the floor.

ROB MARTINEZ: Two atomic drops in a row! That has to compress the spine!

REX CALIBER: It makes your ass hurt too.

Zellor picks Assman off the floor and leads him through the crowd, back to a guard rail where Trey is flung over the top. Trey lands near the pimp table
and quickly reaches up for something as Zellor climbs over the railing. Zellor tries to grab Trey but takes a shot to the head with the pimp cup! Zellor
slumps against the guard railing holding his head as Assman tosses away the cup and plants a boot to his foes midsection. Assman grabs Zellor and starts
to lead him to the ring but Stone quickly reaches over and snatches something off of the pimp table. Stone knocks away Assman’s hand and shatters a glass
bong across the skull of Trey! The fans let loose a “Treys a Crackhead!” chant.

ROB MARTINEZ: What the? What was that? A light tube of some sort?

REX CALIBER: Uh….Sure.

Zellor rolls Trey into the ring and slides in after him. Stone takes his diamond stimulant encrusted dollar sign necklace from around his neck and wraps
it around his fist. Trey is getting to his feet and takes a shot straight to the forehead from Stone! Zellor stands over Assman as Dr. Tittylover finally
slides into the ring. Trey rolls over to his side and the camera zooms in on his face which is now a crimson mask! Zellor mounts Assman and pounds away
at his head with the necklace opening the wound even wider! Assman manages to shove Stone off of him but his face tells the story. He’s been cut open and
he’s bleeding like a stuck pig. Zellor throws his necklace onto the mat (which in turn is promptly stolen by a hoe) and rolls to the outside. Stone reaches
under the ring apron and pulls out a ladder that looks like it was covered in tons of bling! It’s a damn platinum ladder!

ROB MARTINEZ: Nice ladder.

REX CALIBER: I never thought I’d ever be jealous of anything a Zellor had!

The ladder is slid into the ring and Zellor climbs in after it. Trey is getting to his feet when he takes a running kneelift from Stone! Trey staggers back
and Zellor scoop slams him onto the ladder! The crowd has gone silent as Zellor is in firm control of this match. Zellor rolls Trey off the ladder and
then proceeds to set the ladder up. Stone drags Assman into position and then starts to climb to the top of the ladder! At the top of the ladder Zellor
smirks at the crowd and goes for a diving headbutt! Assman moves and Stone hits nothing but canvas! Wait a second, Assman is gesturing to one of the hoes
on the outside! The hoe climbs up onto the ring apron, then to the top turnbuckle and pulls off her black dress revealing a pair of shorts and a tee shirt
that reads “ASSMAN!” Trey rolls Zellor into position and the Hoe takes flight! Five star Hoe-Splash! The crowd pops huge as Assman goes for the cover!
One! Two! Stone kicks out!

ROB MARTINEZ: Mike Trey had a plant in the group of, uh, hoes.

REX CALIBER: I’m starting to like how this guy thinks!

As promised, Dr. Tittylover takes off another article of clothing. This time (thankfully) his snakeskin boots. A bloody Assman grabs one of the boots, waits
for Zellor to pull himself to his feet and then waffles him upside the head with the heavy boot! Zellor doesn’t go down! Another shot across the cranium
with the boot heel! Zellor is on spaghetti legs when he takes the third shot to the head! Zellor drops to the mat and Assman tosses the boot into the crowd.
Assman rolls to the outside, shoves most of the items off of the pimp table and suddenly stops. He grabs a Kanye West CD and cracks open the case. Zellor
is trying to get to his feet in the ring but looks to be out on his feet. Trey sticks the CD into a portable boombox. Assman hits the “Play” button and
rolls into the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: What the Hell?

REX CALIBER: I HATE KANYE WEST!

Sure enough the crowd hears it as Assman has the sound cranked up as high as it can go -

“She take my money when I’m in need
Yea she’s a trifflin friend indeed
Oh she’s a gold digga way over town
That dig’s on me “

It’s “Golddigger!”

“(She did me wrong)
Now I aint sayin she a gold digger (When I’m Need)
But she aint messin wit no broke niggaz
(She did me wrong)
Now I aint sayin she a gold digger (When I’m need)
but she aint messin wit no broke niggaz
get down girl go head get down (I gotta leave)
get down girl go head get down (I gotta leave)
get down girl go head get down (I gotta leave)
get down girl go head”

The inhumanity!

In the ring Zellor is lead to the ring ropes by Trey. European uppercut from Assman sends Stone out of the ring and onto the apron. Assman climbs out after
him!

“Cutie the bomb
Met her at a beauty salon
With a baby louis vuitton
Under her underarm
She said I can tell you ROC
I can tell by ya charm
Far as girls you got a flock
I can tell by ya charm and ya arm
but I’m lookin for the one
have you seen her
My psychic told me she have a ass like Serena
Trina, Jennifer Lopez, four kids”

Zellor is on his feet and Assman steps behind him. Ass- Cracker off of the ring apron and through the pimp table! A loud “Holy Shit!” chant bounces off
the walls!

ROB MARTINEZ: Mike Trey might have just broken Stone Zellors back!

REX CALIBER: At least they took out the damn stereo!

Tittylover slides out of the ring and pulls pieces of table off of the men. Both men’s shoulders are on the floor and Tittylover looks confused at what
to do. Finally he shrugs his shoulders, grabs Zellor, hauls him up and rolls him into the ring! Mike Trey is trying to get up but he’s not fast enough
for Tittylover who hoists him up and shots him into the squared circle! Tittylover climbs into the ring just as Assman drapes an arm across the chest of
Zellor! One! Two! Zellor kicks out! A bloody Assman looks up at Tittylover questioning the count. Tittylover shows him two fingers then starts to undo
his leather pants!

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh good God!

REX CALIBER: That’s it, I’m not gonna watch any longer. Just tell me when it’s over!

Off come the pants and Tittylover is standing in the ring with just a G String and a smile. The crowd is disgusted to say the least. Zellor is hauled to
his feet and whipped into the ropes. It’s reversed and Trey finds himself being the one coming off the ropes! Running kneelift from Zellor puts Assman
onto the mat! Instead of going for a pin, Zellor heads for the nearest turnbuckle. He climbs to the top, reaches up and pulls the trio of Disco balls off
their rope. Trey is getting back to his feet when he takes a shot to the head by a disco ball! It shatters everywhere littering the mat with shards of
glass! Assman drops to his knees holding his head which is pouring blood. Zellor raises the second disco ball high above his head but before he can strike
he takes a headbutt to the groin!

REX CALIBER: Is it over?

ROB MARTINEZ: I’ll let you know.

Zellor gets hoisted up unto the shoulders of Assman and takes a Death Valley Driver onto a disco ball! The crowd groans in horror as Zellor rolls away from
Assman, his back covered in tiny glass shards. Both men are slow to get up, blood pouring down the face of Trey and the back of Zellor looking like raw
hamburger meat. They meet in the center of the ring. Chop from Zellor! Chop from Assman! Right hand from Zellor! European uppercut from Assman! A jawbreaker
from Zellor! Assman is down on the mat and Zellor goes for a pin. One! Two! Assman kicks out! Tittylover is quick to his feet and is teasing taking off
his G String! Zellor is pleading with him and suddenly gets rolled up from behind! One! Two! Zellor kicks out!

REX CALIBER: Oh God is he naked?

ROB MARTINEZ: No he hasn’t had a chance! The action has picked up!

Both men are quick to their feet and Assman takes a thumb to the eye! Snap suplex from Zellor! Stone turns folds up his pimp ladder and wedges it between
the second and top turnbuckle. Assman is trying to get up and takes a discus lariat! Zellor pulls Trey to his feet and Irish whips him into the turnbuckle
where the ladder is placed. It’s reversed and Zellor smacks back first into the ladder! Zellor staggers out of the corner and Assman hoists him up for
what looks to be a snake eyes maneuver. Zellor starts kicking

his legs and reverses the move into a tombstone piledriver! Zellor goes for the pin! One!
Two! Assman puts a foot on the ropes, Tittylover ignores it per his rules and we get a three count!

ROB MARTINEZ: Stone Zellor wins what has to be one of the oddest matches in the history of REBEL!

REX CALIBER: I’m just glad Tittylover didn’t get naked!

Tittylover holds up the hand of Zellor and then rolls to the outside. Zellor drops to his knees, his body racked with aches and pains. Trey is also getting
up and shooting a look of death straight at Zellor. Tittylover rolls back into the ring and hands Stone a championship belt. It’s a customized belt that
reads PIMP across the front in red crusted diamonds! The fans are giving Zellor huge heat as he raises the fugly title above his head. Assman walks over
to Tittylover and starts asking him some tough questions.

ROB MARTINEZ: Stone Zellor was just handed a….PIMP Championship Belt. No clue what that’s about. The bigger story is that the former team of TNA look
ready to explode.

REX CALIBER: Assman is a sore loser! He knew the rules and….Hey! What’s that douche doing out here?

It’s Chet Whettleson! And he has a mic!

CHET: Great match guys….Kinda. Anyway, Guys I have a HUGE announcement! Assman you’ve been asking for a new “black” tag team partner, Prince W. Darko
specifically, and I call tell you this….

Assman looks excited.

CHET: He wants no part of a team with you. Sorry.

Boos for Chet and his stupid suit.

CHET: However I can tell you that REBEL has assigned you a partner! The blackest man we had left in REBEL after Manny and Davidson teamed up. A man who
wants championship gold just as much as you do! His name? STONE ZELLOR!!!

The crowd is agog as Zellor and Assman look at each other in disbelief.

ROB MARTINEZ: What a shock! These two men, who almost killed each other tonight, are now tag team partners!

REX CALIBER: I’m just happy Tittylover isn’t naked.

——————————————————————————–

“Dream Weaver” by Gary Wright hits the arena PA system as Bill Price, aka “The Sandman” Bill Price walks to the ring. He looks to be worse for wear and
demands a mic. The fans are getting on him for his horrible dyed hair, which resembles burnt oil. He has his “You Can’t Beat Me”… “In Your Dreams” T-Shirt
on.

REX CALIBER: This dude got hammered by “The Magician” last week. Why come back?

ROB MARTINEZ: Well Adam Davis, or “The Magician” as he posed last week, got the best of a man half his skill. Not a fair test for a man trying out. But
to answer your question.. I don’t have a clue.

The crowd is chanting GO BACK HOME!

BILL PRICE: Now, last week.. I GUARANTEED A VICTORY! (sigh) And I didn’t deliver. Now, I came here tonight to ask for ONE MORE CHANCE! I can be more hardcore
than Manny X. More Innovative than the Nation of Innovation. I can be more Devastating than just about anyone on this roster.

Just then a man from the back comes out. He has a hoodie hiding his head, but he is very large man. He enters the ring and Bill Price just looks at him.
BILL PRICE: I told you… I AM MORE DEVASTATING THAN ANYONE ON THE ROSTER. Hell are you even on the rost-

With that, the mystery man Belly to Belly Suplexes Bill Price out of his shoes. The big man wastes little time and applies a move that looks to be the Steiner
Recliner. The man has Bill Price tapping out in no time. The big man lets go, then picks up the mic.

MAN: This place has a lot of big mouths coming out here. Guys out here talking about being more.. DEVASTATING? Guys hobbling out here on one leg, talking
about being.. UNTOUCHABLE? Well… I have a problem with that.

The man takes off his hood. He reveals himself as a familiar face among followers of REBEL’s sister fed, NAPW.

KURT CASTLE: I’M DEVASTATING AND UNTOUCHABLE! I’M KURT CASTLE! I was signed a few days ago, and look what I come into? Krenshov throwing out open challenges?
Well, I heard that this place was celebrating something April the third, and that seems like a great place for two “untouchable” men to fight. So Kenny,
you better think twice about being the only Untouchable in REBEL, and you better get ready to walk with TWO hurt legs, and an injured back.. ME VERSUS
YOU.. BIRTHDAY BASH! As for next week, bring your gear… were both fighting in a six man tag, Birthday Bash Preview. I get to show you this month AND
next month, who is indeed.. UNTOUCHABLE!

ROB MARTINEZ: Whoa! That man was one of the best wrestlers in NAPW last year, and he is coming to REBEL? That’s big time news!

REX CALIBER: I heard the rumors, but wasn’t able to pin down who.. now we know it was Kurt Castle. All six foot seven three hundred pounds of him. Him versus
Krenshov… EXPLOSIVE!

——————————————————————————–

JENNY JERSEY: The following is a Tag Team Three Way Dance!

GONG! GONG! GONG! The opening beats of “Hell’s Bells” by AC/DC start playing, and Natural Destruction are the first to enter the ring in this match. The
crowd is going coo-coo for Cocoa Puffs, cheering and reaching out to slap the two big men. And a few try to slap The Goddess of Water, but in a much less
friendly place.

JENNY JERSEY: Making their way to the ring first, weighing in at five hundred and fifty pounds. Accompanied tonight by The Goddess of Water, The Thunder
Lord and The Fire God…NATURAL DESTRUCTION!

The two men get into the ring and play up to the crowd’s cheers as The Goddess of Water smiles. But there’s not much time to bask in adoration, because
it’s time for “Kings and Queens” by Aerosmith.

JENNY JERSEY: And their first opponents. Weighing in tonight at four hundred and fifty pounds, the team of Jeremy Daines and Enrique Rodriguez…THE NATION
OF INNOVATION!

The crowd’s reaction is mixed: a few boos, a few cheers, and a few guys in the front row reaching out over the barricade to high-five them. There’s no time
for high-fives, though, as Daines and Rodriguez make a bee-line for the ring, trying to catch The Thunder Lord & The Fire God by surprise! The Nation of
Innovation slide in under the ring and charge their opponents, who turn around in the nick of time just to find themselves on the receiving end of two
simultaneous body blocks! Daines and Rodriguez’s momentum knocks over the big men, and they waste no time into laying the boots in. After a few seconds
of this, they both turn their attention to The Fire God, the slightly larger of the two men, lifting him up and nailing him right in the chest with two
fierce chops, then whipping him into the ropes — DOUBLE ARM DRAG AND THE BIG MAN IS DOWN! Unfortunately for The Nation, though, his partner isn’t. The
Thunder Lord knocks both of them down with a running double clothesline WITH AUTHORITY!

ROB MARTINEZ: AND THE MATCH HASN’T EVEN STARTED YET!

REX CALIBER: Yeah, but the fight has! No the match hasn’t. But now that Tool’s “Jambi” has started, it might. Manny X and Michael Davidson, the two most
twisted wrestlers in REBEL-Pro, charge the ring, bristling with weapons like it was Beyond Thunderdome.

JENNY JERSEY: And finally, weighing in at four hundred and sixty-two pounds…MICHAEL DAVIDSON AND MANNY X!

The crowd is on their feet, BOOOOOOING Manny and Davidson as they run to the ring, Davidson with his bullet-proof vest and facemask, Manny X not needing
any accessories to look scary.

ROB MARTINEZ: These two men have murder on their minds, you can tell! This is going to be a brutal match, REBEL fans; I wouldn’t want to be in The Nation
of Innovation or Natural Destruction right now.

The bell rings as the final two competitors make it into the ring, and now the match is on. Davidson stomps Jeremy Daines as he tries to get up, then clocks
him with the socket wrench he pulled from his belt loop. The Thunder Lord, meanwhile, takes a baseball bat to the face courtesy of Manny X. Wasting no
time, Rodriguez tries to save his partner from Davidson’s assault, knocking the wrench out of his hand and tossing him right out of the ring. However,
Manny rushes Rodriguez and knocks him in the back with the bat, then drops it to toss him out of the ring. Then it’s The Fire God’s turn; he picks up Manny
by the shoulders and HURLS him out of the ring like he was just a bag of recyclyables. The Thunder Lord makes his way to the top turnbuckle — oh, this
is not going to be good — SENTON SPLASH ON ALL THREE MEN OUTSIDE THE RING! It’s not pretty, folks; it’s a mess of limbs flailing around like an octopus
orgy. The Fire God nods his head, then turns around to see what The Goddess of Water is screaming about, and finds out the hard way.

CRACK!

Jeremy Daines has picked up Manny X’s Louisville Slugger and blasts The Fire God in the kneecap, putting him down on one knee, then plays tee-ball with
the big man’s skull.

CRACK AGAIN!

REX CALIBER: That was pretty damn sick right there! I LOVE IT!

The Fire God collapses to the ground, and Daines goes for the cover! One, two, th–DAVIDSON FROM THE OUTSIDE WITH THE SAVE! There was no WAY that The Fire
God was going to kick out of that one, and now Davidson pulls out his staple gun and tags Daines in the back a few times, click click click click. Rodriguez
charges him to protect his partner, but Davidson throws the staple gun at him! It hits him in the forehead, and Rodriguez stumbles–SWINGING FULL NELSON!
The Thunder Lord back in the ring, and he tries to capitalize, one, two, save from Davidson. Manny X, the bottom piece of bread in the out-of-the-ring
senton sandwich, is still groggy from all that impact, but he’s trying to shake it off and stumbles to the ring apron, going underneath to find something
else to bring to the party.

ROB MARTINEZ: What more can these malice filled men have in store?

Michael Davidson is surrounded by four angry men, but he doesn’t seem to know he’s outnumbered. Walking right up to The Thunder Lord, he fires off with
a quick right hand, then turns quickly and nails Daines with a jumping side kick. He turns to face The Fire God, but he’s not fast enough to get off a
move, and he’s grabbed and lifted up high–CHOKESLAM! Rodriguez scrambles up the turnbuckle–TOP-ROPE SOMERSAULT LEG DROP! Daines shaking off the impact
of that side kick, lifts him up for a series of German Suplexes! One, two, three! He gets to his feet, dusting his hands off–BIG BOOT FROM THE THUNDER
LORD! That dissolved their temporary alliance rather quickly, as The Fire God hurls Rodriguez at the corner turnbuckle, and The Thunder Lord goes in for
a big squash, but Rodriguez gets the foot up and in the face of the charging man! The Thunder Lord goes down, and The Fire God goes over to exact some
measure of revenge, picking Rodriguez up, but the smaller man slips out of his grip and dives between his legs, just as the somehow-conscious Jeremy Daines
connects with a Missile Dropkick to the back of the head! The Fire God collapses to the turnbuckle, just hanging there, and Daines and Rodriguez helpfully
assist his partner to his feet. Oh wait, that wasn’t so gentlemanly of them. Daines points to the corner turnbuckle, and Rodriguez scrambles up it like
a little monkey! Daines charges at The Thunder Lord — RUNNING SIT-OUT POWERBOMB! Then Rodriguez flies from the turnbuckle with a somersault leg drop!
It’s The Innovator! Here’s the pin!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

JENNY JERSEY: The first team to be eliminated…NATURAL DESTRUCTION!

ROB MARTINEZ: That didn’t settle much between those two teams.

REX CALIBER: Nah, those teams need to fight again, without future Death Row Inmates in the match.

As Natural Destruction is tended to by a hysterical Goddess of Water, The Nation of Innovation meet in the center of the ring and slap five with each other,
a moment of celebration before turning their attention to the just-stirring Michael Davidson.

SNAP.

Wait, what? Snap? That doesn’t sound right.

CRACK.

Crack? What the hell was — oh god. Manny X is back in the ring. And he found something useful while he was digging around.

A BULLWHIP.

A third crack and Jeremy Daines falls to his knees, arching his back as a bright red stripe suddenly appears. Rodriguez turns quickly and charges Manny
X, trying to hit him before he can fire off with another vicious whip, but he falls to the ground as Michael Davidson grabs his legs. Davidson crawls over
to get in Rodriguez’s face, and slaps him around a few times, then crawls over to grab his staple gun. Manny X, meanwhile, is choking Daines out with the
bullwhip. “DIE FUCKER DIE!” he screams out as Daines’ face turns read. “YOU’RE GONNA DIE REBEL STYLE!”

REX CALIBER: Manny X and Davidson make the Gangstas look like priests!

Davidson has his staple gun again, firing off two rounds into Daines’ chest, then trying to put one in his forehead, but Daines gets his hands up in time
and tries to hold him off. The two men struggle for a few seconds, the red gun less than an inch away from Daines’ face, but then Daines gets the upper
hand and flips Davidson onto HIS back, then follows it up with a knee to the chest. Davidson buckles, and Daines turns the staple gun around on him, not
going for the chest or the face, as they’re covered up, but gets off two shots to his right hand. He gets up as Davidson clutches his wrist, then rushes
Manny X and knocks him off his partner. Rodriguez is dead to the world, and Daines rolls him over to try and see if he’s breathing. We don’t know, however,
as Davidson rises up behind Daines — FALCON ARROW! Daines is down, and Davidson helps Manny X lift the unconscious Rodriguez to his feet. They could have
just pinned him as-is, but that’s not the way either man does things. They’re out for annihilation. Manny X lifts Rodriguez into a fireman’s carry –

GANG BANGING SINCE ’94!

– and Davidson, mercifully goes for the cover. The three count’s academic at this point, but the ref has to count it out. One, two, three.

JENNY JERSEY: Here are your winners…MICHAEL DAVIDSON AND MANNY X!

REX CALIBER: That was HARDCORE!

——————————————————————————–

“We’re not going to take it” by Twisted Sister blast through the sound system as Warren comes out to a nice pop from the crowd…

WARREN: Welcome to Warren’s World! Warren’s World! Excellent! I am your most excellent host, Warren! Tonight we have a gnarly show, championship caliber
if you will, cause tonight we have the two men who will face off for the Rebel world title next week! So, let’s get rolling with the challenger from NAPW,
Jake Phoenix!

“Surprise! You’re Dead” by Faith No More echoes through the arena as the six-nine, two-hundred eighty-nine pound Jake Phoenix makes his way down the entrance
ramp in the ring as the crowd shows their dislike for him…

WARREN: Welcome to Warren’s World, it is most excellent to have you here. This is your time, dude, so what do you got to say for yourself ?

Phoenix snatches the microphone out of Warren’s hands, staring him down before turning his glare toward the crowd…

JAKE PHOENIX: If these Carolina inbreds will show me some respect and shut up, I will be more then happy to tell you what I have to say for myself.

The crowd continues to give him what-for in terms of boos, jeers, and heat, as Phoenix continues to stare them down and makes backhand motions toward the
people in the front role.

JAKE PHOENIX: Anyway, the reason I am here in REBEL is simple, I am here to destroy “The Show” Chad Kurtis and capture the REBEL World title at the same
time! I know you all think Kurtis Bitch is the best thing since sliced bread, and we all know he likes to run his mouth about how great he is, well, that
is all going to come to an end come March Eleventh at Defiance, because I am going to be the man that finally does everyone in the wrestling world a favor
and shuts that Kurtis Bitch up…

“Guess who’s back?”

Hit it.

“They say I’m COCKY!…

And I say WHAT?

It ain’t bragging motherfucker if you can back it up!

The crowd is own their feet as “Cocky” by Kid Rock blast through the crowd. Phoenix gets it attack position awaiting “The Show” in the ring, but there is
no movement on the entrance ramp.

WARREN: Where is the champ, where is “The Show” Chad Kurtis?

The crowd begins to chant as “The Show” is making his way to the ring through the crowd with the REBEL World title draped across his right shoulder and
a mic in his hand…

CHAD KURTIS: (Smiling with cockiness) If the Shownation will settle down just for a minute, I will like to think my most excellent host, Warren, for having
me on his show this evening. (Glance at Phoenix who is still in attack mode) Oh, hi there, Phoenix, you look like you are ready for a fight. That’s good
’cause in just SEVEN short days, you will climb in the ring against “The True PTPer” and attempt to strip me of my World title.

JAKE PHOENIX: Try? *snorts* I’m going fuckin’ take it!

CHAD KURTIS: (Interrupting) That’s “The Show” to you, and you can tell yourself anything you need to, to sleep better at night, but truth is no one from
NAPW is going to waltz in here like they own the place and take my champion away.

“The Show” has now made it to the ring apron as he hands Warren the REBEL World title to hold as he slides in between the ropes and stands toe-to-toe with
Phoenix…

JAKE PHOENIX: Yap yap yap, hey, obviously these fuckin’ inbred hicks love you, but none of that will help you next week when we square off with (Phoenix
snatches the REBEL belt from Warren) this on the line.

CHAD KURTIS: Ok, big man, do yourself a favor and put my belt back down, before things get a little carried away here.

JAKE PHOENIX: What, you think you can take it from me, Kurtis Bitch? I am right here we don’t have to wait until next week.

CHAD KURTIS: I could say the same to you, I ain’t backing down, and truth is there ain’t nothing between us, but air and opportunities…

Phoenix tossed down the REBEL World title as he lays into “The Show” with a series of right hands as “The Show” returns them and the two men go back and
forth until Alan Stone and the security brigade break the two up.

CHAD KURTIS: Seven days, Phoenix, Seven days! That the number after Six and before Eight, if that helps. In just Seven days I will show you why I am “The
Innovator of Offense”, “The Last ‘Action’ Hero”, “The Giant Killer”, “The True PTPer”, “The Show” Chad Kurtis, and more importantly I will show you why
I am the REBEL World Champion and you ain’t!

Phoenix just glares back at the ring towards “The Show” as security officials escort him out of the building. “The Show” and Warren start to play air guitar
as “Cocky” by Kid Rock begins to play again…

——————————————————————————–

JENNY JERSEY: The following match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the REBEL Carolinas Championship. Introducing first, the challenger, weighing
in at two hundred forty-five pounds and hailing from Hollywood, Florida…THOMAS YOUNG!

“Screams Of the Undead” blast from the speakers in the building and Thomas Young appears from behind the curtain with Jeff James. The two men are booed
by the crowd, but the looks on their faces do not change, they are here tonight to win folks. They walk down the aisle and step into the ring and wait
in their corner for the Champion to make his way to the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing second, weighing in at three hundred forty-five pounds and hailing from Atlanta, Georgia, he is the REBEL Carolinas Champion…J.J.
NICKELS!

“Theme to a Fake Revolution” by Powerman 5000 begins playing from the speakers and JJ Nickels begins to make his way to the ring. He too receives a negative
ovation from the crowd, but like Thomas Young, the look on his face is not affected.

ROB MARTINEZ: JJ Nickels has no intentions of losing that belt to Thomas Young, Rex. All week it has been a war of words between these two. Nickels says
that Young’s wins are fluke wins, and Young says that his wins are based solely off raw talent.

REX CALIBER: Thomas Young is my boy. I look for him to take that belt from Nickels here tonight and shut up that big idiot, just like I’m gonna do at Birthday
Bash.

ROB MARTINEZ: Referee Alan Stone has taken the belt from JJ Nickels and has called for the bell. This match is officially underway.

The two men circle each other in the ring and then grapple in the center. Nickels is the more powerful of the two but Thomas Young quickly reverses the
grapple and gets a hammer lock in on Nickels. Nickels powers out of the hammer lock with two big elbows to the head of Thomas Young that send him backwards
against the ropes. Nickels runs and bounces off the ropes and tries a clothesline on Young but Thomas ducks under it and when JJ turns around lands a standing
drop kick that sends the big man stumbling backwards into the ropes. Nickels is slouched against the ropes and Young sends him over the top with a clothesline.
Thomas rolls out of the ring and lands a couple of right hands to the face and then gets in Nickels’ face yelling “I’m better than you!” Nickels retaliates
with a big clothesline from out of nowhere! Young is down on the outside and Nickels rolls him back into the ring. The two men are back in the ring and
Nickels begins to go on the offensive by landing several stomps to Young’s head. JJ scoops Thomas off the mat and lands a couple of rights hands to the
face and then lifts him up and lands a big running powerslam in the center of the ring!

ROB MARTINEZ: The ring shook with that powerful move!

REX CALIBER: Something else was shaking because of some powerful moves in Sexy Rexy’s bedroom last night.

ROB MARTINEZ: Do we have to over this each and every show, Rex?

Nickels lifts Young off the mat and to his feet. He grabs Young and lands a Manhattan Drop and follows it up with a clothesline that sends Thomas Young
back down to the canvas. JJ picks Young up off the mat again and he sets up for the Civil Disobedience. He’s got Young on his shoulder about to finish
the powerbomb, Young reverses it into a DDT! A huge reversal by Thomas Young and both men are down in the center of the ring. Thomas Young is the first
of the two to get to their feet. Nickels is on one knee and Young goes over and locks in a headlock on the kneeling JJ Nickels. JJ tries to get to his
feet but Young simply tightens the headlock. Young has it locked in but Nickels begins to get out of the move. He sends Young flying into the ropes and
sets up for a back body drop but Young counters and lands a big DDT in the middle of the ring. The big six foot eleven man is down once again in the center
of the ring. Young gets down to the mat and tries another submission move on JJ Nickels, he’s got a Dragon Sleeper locked in, in the center of the ring.
Nickels cannot get to the ropes, Thomas Young is trying with everything he has to keep him away from the ropes. Nickels inches closer to the bottom rope
but Young simply drags him back into the center of the ring. Young has it locked in but Nickels gets out of the move with a gouge of the eyes.

ROB MARTINEZ: JJ Nickels’ long arms were able to reach Thomas Young’s face and gouge his eyes to break the hold.

Nickels gets to his vertical base and Thomas Young comes running at the big man; spine buster! A big spine buster from JJ Nickels plants Thomas Young in
the center of the ring. Nickels goes for the cover, but then decides not to, instead he wants to inflict more pain on Thomas Young, and then lifts him
off the mat. JJ lifts Thomas onto his shoulders, is this the Final Solution? Nickels with a Gut Check, a fireman’s carry into a knee to the gut, and Young
is down and holding his abdomen. Nickels scoops him off the canvas, brings him to his feet, and then whips him into the turnbuckle with authority. JJ Nickels
makes his way to the turnbuckle and beings to drive his shoulder into Young’s ribs. Nickels brings Young out of the corner and whips him across the ring
into the ropes and lands a powerslam with authority, simply planting Thomas Young in the center of the ring. Nickels goes to the mat to make the cover.
ONE!

TWO!

Kick out after two. Nickels wants to end this match now so he lifts Young off the canvas and he sets up for the torture rack, the Final Solution! He’s got
Thomas Young on his shoulders,but somehow Young slides off his shoulders and, just like in the last match between these two, locks in a sleeper hold by
jumping onto Nickels’ back! Nickels is still on his feet and Young is simply dangling off the big man’s back. Thomas wraps his legs around Nickels’ abdomen
to try and bring him down but Nickels won’t budge, instead he reaches back and grabs Thomas by the hair and then leans forward and dumps Thomas on the
mat. Young gets to his feet and Nickels runs in for a clothesline, Young ducks and then runs to try and take out JJ’s legs. Chop block to the back of one
of Nickels’ knees and he goes down to one knee. Thomas goes over to him and smacks him in the face and again says “I’m better then you”, except this time
he spits at him afterwards! Nickels isn’t down so Young lands several rights to his face and then whips JJ into the far corner. Young grabs the leg that
he chop blocked and places it on the second rope, he backs away from Nickels and begins arguing with referee Alan Stone. Meanwhile, Jeff James begins pulling
on the leg that is positioned on the second rope and Nickels grimaces. Young stops arguing with the referee and then runs and lands a jumping splash on
Nickels. He grabs Nickels by the leg and lands a dragon screw in the center of the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: Thomas Young realized that what he was doing wasn’t working, so he decided to try and work on the big man’s legs. After that chop block his
bed leg has been the focal point.

REX CALIBER: Yeah, she could definitely work on my legs.

ROB MARTINEZ: What are you talking about Rex? Can we pay attention to the damn match?

REX CALIBER: Oh yeah, no problem, great match so far.

Nickels is down and Young grabs his bad leg and lands a couple of boots to the knee. Young begins wrenching Nickels’ injured leg and you can see that it’s
becoming an issue with Nickels. JJ sends a boot to Young’s abdomen with his free leg and Young breaks the hold. Thomas is back on that leg quickly though
and tries to lock in the Hollywood Deathlock. Can he get it locked in, in the center of the ring? He’s almost got it locked in, but JJ Nickels powers out
with his long legs. Young is looking frustrated now, what he was doing before wasn’t working and what he is trying to do now isn’t working either. Young
stomps on Nickels’ knee several times and then rolls out of the ring. Thomas grabs a chair from the outside and is about to go back into the ring when
Jeff James begins to yell at him. “Put the chair down, Thomas” but Young still grips the chair. “Put the damn chair down, you don’t need to use it when
you’re better than him. He’s garbage, put it down!” Young disregards what Jeff James says and slides the chair into the ring. Nickels is using the ropes
to help him get his vertical base and Young comes in with the chair. Thomas Young see Nickels getting to his feet and swings the chair at his head, JJ
ducks out of the way. Young turns around, Nickels tries a boot to the gut to set up for a DDT on the chair, but Young grabs his leg and drives his elbow
into that bad knee. Young grabs the chair again, BAM! A brutal chair shot to the injured knee of JJ Nickels. Young lands a second brutal chair shot to
Nickels’ already injured knee. Young grabs the injured leg and begins wrenching it. Nickels rives in pain after his knee has taken considerable damage,
but once again he breaks out of the hold by using his free leg to kick Young off of him. Young stumbles backwards, but then picks up the chair again. He
takes a huge swing at JJ Nickels’ head, you would think he were Hank Aaron, but Nickels ducks again, connects with the boot to the gut and DDT on the chair!
Nickels lifts Young off the mat and whips him into the ropes, SPINE BUSTER on the chair! A spine buster with such authority shakes the ring and leaves
Thomas Young writhing in pain on the mat. Nickels is beginning to get back onto the offensive. Young is on the mat and Nickels heads up to the top turnbuckle.
ROB MARTINEZ: Can the big man land this huge moonsault from the top rope?

REX CALIBER: Thomas is gonna end up looking like Murcielago after Birthday Bash is over if he doesn’t move here!

World’s Biggest Moonsault, NO! Thomas Young rolls out of the way and JJ Nickels hits the mat hard! Both men are down in the ring. Young slowly makes his
way to the ropes and hoists himself to his feet. Nickels makes his way to the ropes and slowly pulls himself to his feet, and gingerly moves around on
his injured leg. The two meet in the center of the ring and exchange right hands, Young, Nickels, Young,

Nickels, until Nickels simply shoves Thomas to
the mat. Young gets to one knee and Nickels grabs him by the hair and begins laying in the rights to the face. JJ lands several rights until Young blocks
one and then sends a shot to Nickels’ abdomen, and another, and a third. Nickels takes several steps backwards, Young bounces off the ropes, Nickels goes
for a clothesline, Young ducks underneath it and bounces off the ropes on the other side of the ring and before Nickels can turn around Young lands another
chop block on that injured knee. Nickels goes down to one knee and Thomas Young lands a drop kick that sends him to the mat. Young goes to the mat and
tries to lock in a cross kneelock to try and hyper extend that injured knee of JJ Nickels. Before Thomas Young can get the hold fully locked in Nickels
scrambles for the ropes and grabs the bottom rope. Young drags Nickels away from the ropes and tries to lock in the move again but Nickels rolls over onto
his back and then sends two shots to Young’s stomach that send him stumbling backwards and away from JJ Nickels. Nickels makes it to his vertical base,
he runs at Young to try and land another clothesline but again Young ducks underneath. Nickels comes off the rebound and Thomas Young grabs him! He looks
like he’s going for a pump handle slam on the big man, no! He somehow gets Nickels onto his shoulders in a fireman’s carry position, but Nickels slides
off his shoulders and lands a reverse DDT! A huge counter when the match could have very well ended with that move!

ROB MARTINEZ: I don’t know what Thomas Young was thinking there. Lifting JJ Nickels onto your shoulders when he has a good seven inches and one hundred
pounds on you. Not only that, but I’ve never seen Thomas attempt a move like that before!

REX CALIBER: I could’ve picked up Nickels easily. I bet you if I go in there now I could do whatever move Thomas was trying to do, not because he’s not
a good wrestler, but because I’m so great that Nickels wouldn’t be able to get out of it.

Nickels is on his feet, he lifts Thomas Young off of the mat, and onto his shoulders! FINAL SOLUTION! Will Thomas Young submit? JJ Nickels has got him racked
and he’s definitely got this one locked in! Thomas Young is racked. That’s it, Thomas Young has submitted to the Final Solution, JJ Nickels’ version of
the torture rack.

JENNY JERSEY: Here is you winner and STILL REBEL Carolinas Champion, JJ NICKELS!

The crowd boos Nickels as he receives his title belt. He walks over to Thomas Young who is laying on the mat trying to get to his feet after this intense
match.

I AM THE MAN!

To much of a shock to the crowd, a dressed to wrestle, Kyle Roberts enters the arena. The crowd cheers Kyle as if Michal Jordan enter the Dean Dome at Chapel
Hill. Mic in hand, he goes into the ring, as Thomas Young finally gets to his feet.

KYLE ROBERTS: I don’t have to much to say, as I still need to stretch before I get me a win over Rees. Thomas Young, you need to watch your mouth around
here. You beat me because that bald fucker there…(points to Rex) hit me with a pipe. So don’t go telling everyone you whooped the Greatest REBEL champ
of all time!

REX CALIBER: Thomas has never said anything about whooping me.

ROB MARTINEZ: No he didn’t so.. you should figure it out…eventually.

JJ Nickels steals the mic.

JJ NICKELS: This is MY RING, get out of it.

KYLE ROBERTS: (stealing the mic back) MAKE ME!

JJ NICKELS: I just whooped Junior’s ass over there, don’t make me work for free.

Security comes in… busy night for them, and separate the men. Young leaves, as the two other men jaw.

KYLE ROBERTS: Hey, how about this… I need a dance partner for Birthday Bash, and you have been dropping my name in your promos, so brace yourself for
a touch of greatness. And just like Rees will see later tonight.. I AM SMARTER THAN YOU, AND EVERYONE IN REBEL! And nothing will stop me from showing why
I am the MAN!

JJ nods as security holds him back. Kyle versus JJ.. Birthday Bash? What an event that will be!

——————————————————————————–

Rob Martinez enters the ring, and has the house mic in hand.

ROB MARTINEZ: On behalf of REBEL’s owner Rick Garrett who has the flu and couldn’t be here.. I have been chosen to announce something special for our fans
in Virginia. The show being broadcast on Closed Circuit live from the beach at Virginia Beach, Virginia will host the first of three special events this
year. Sands and Slams will be the first event to feature, REBEL’S SUPER CHALLENGE SERIES!

The crowd is buzzing.

ROB MARTINEZ: The deal is simple. Starting with the World Champion, then the World Tag Champs, then the Carolinas champ… The champions will pick their
OWN OPPONENTS TO DEFEND AGAINST! They cannot choose a current champion but anyone else on the roster, who hasn’t been chosen. After the three title matches
are set, guys will be chosen at random to pick their opponent, tag wrestlers being able to make tag matches against any two other wrestlers. It will go
until there’s only two men left and they will fight each other to complete the card. No one can refuse to wrestle anyone. Everyone has a month or so to
get an ideal opponent in mind for the craziest show since TBA.

The crowd is buzzing with excitement as Rob makes his way to the broadcast table.

——————————————————————————–

JENNY JERSEY: The following contest is set for the best TWO OUT OF THREE FALLS, AND IS FOR THE REBEL WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP!

“Baila Casanova” starts to play, out comes Montaña Rose, accompanying El Rey de Corizones. He is adored by the fans (especially the female fans.) He has
a bouquet of roses and give them out to the loudest females in the front row. He gets a few hugs and kisses on the way to the ring. He is a Mexican Adonis
for sure! He enters the ring and has two roses left, one for Montaña Rose, and one for Jenny Jersey. She blushes and accepts.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first…(sigh) accompanied by Montaña Rose. He weighs in at two hundred and forty five pounds. From Villahermosa, Tobasco, Mexico…
EL REY DE CORIZONES!

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

And the biggest man in the match walks out. Slop bucket in hand, tag team gold on his mind, and hundreds of fans who love this man… Cuzin Zeke has everything
he needs. He slaps hands with the fans on the front row, and enters the ring to another huge ovation. He smiles, as a section of the fans are dressed in
coveralls, doing their best impression of the big man.

JENNY JERSEY: And his partner. He weighed in at two hundred and fifty nine pounds. He is from Turkey Cross, Kentucky, CUZIN ZEKE!

ROB MARTINEZ: He dropped a few pounds since we saw him in Shelby, North Carolina.

REX CALIBER: A super charged, jacked up work out routine is said to be the cause. I’m skeptical, and think he just ate some bad frog legs the other day,
and got to throwing up.

ROB MARTINEZ: Not much on giving people encouragement huh?

BAD BOY, BAD BOY, WHAT YA GONNA DO!…

That cuts quickly into… WE’RE NOT GONNA TAKE IT…. ANYMORE!

The REBEL audio team has spliced some music together apparently, and out walks the current champs. Warren is super enthused, as he is most times. Joey Malone,
wearing his REBEL belt around his waist, Extreme Jobber belt firmly on his shoulder (like it’s ever gonna leave him), gets in the ring after greeting the
fans.

JENNY JERSEY: And their opponents. At a combined weight of four hundred and eighteen pounds.. they are the CURRENT REIGNING AND DEFENDING, REBEL TAG TEAM
CHAMPIONS OF THE WORLD.. BAD BOY JOEY MALONE AND WARREN!

Alan Stone calls for the bell!

ROB MARTINEZ: El Rey and Zeke won this right at Bloody Valentine, in a brutal match with Impact Inc. Now, can they capitalize?

REX CALIBER: If that masked freak can walk around with a hottie like Rose.. ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE! Plus it’s not like Warren and Malone are the greatest
tag team ever.

El Rey and Warren start the match out, and in something against recent tag bouts in REBEL.. Zeke and Malone have parked themselves in a neutral corner.
El Rey and Warren shake hands, then lock up. El Rey grabs a headlock. He gets shot off, and hits the ropes. Warren waits on El Rey, but El Rey hangs onto
the ropes. Warren charges El Rey and gets back body dropped over the top rope… BUT WARREN IS ABLE TO ADJUST AND LAND ON THE RING APRON, FEET FIRST! El
Rey turns around and gets a shoulder to the stomach. El Rey backs up and BOOM SPRINGBOARD SUNSET FLIP! The cover!

ONE!

TWO!

El Rey kicks out right after Alan slaps the mat for the second count. El Rey and Warren rise up. El Rey Irish whips Warren, Warren comes back off the rebound,
slides between the legs of El Rey, and is behind him. Warren jumps on the shoulders of El Rey, and twists for a FRANKENSTEINER…THAT’S REVERSED INTO A
POWERBOMB! El Rey makes the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

Warren is out at two. The crowd is cheering back and forth! The atmosphere is amazing!

ROB MARTINEZ: Joey Malone doesn’t look to eager to get in the ring.

REX CALIBER: Well, he has gotten some devastating Bluegrass Bombs in NAPW.. I gotta believe he isn’t one hundred percent.

El Rey and Warren get up and El Rey grabs Warren, then hits a short arm knee strike. He is going for the Tango Pasado del Amor, but Warren blocks it, the
does a standing switch. SWINGING NECKBREAKER! El Rey is near his corner and tags in Cuzin Zeke! Zeke charges in and CLOTHESLINE FROM THE SOUTH! Warren
is damn near beheaded. Zeke has a fire in his eyes tonight, and picks up Warren quickly. BODY SLAM! ELBOW DROP FOLLOWS! The cover!

ONE!

TWO!

Malone in for the save. Zeke gets up and Malone gets a mule kick for his effort. Malone rolls to the outside. Warren is sent to the corner of El Rey and
Zeke, courtesy of a big Irish Whip. Warren gets CRUSHED in the corner by a big splash! Warren staggers out the corner and El Rey is tagged in. He goes
up top and Zeke gives him Warren’s arm. EL REY IS GOING OLD SCHOOL! He drops the elbow across the extended arm of Warren and Warren screams in pain. Malone
gets back in the ring, trying to get Warren away from the side of the ring, and gets a Drop kick to the mug. Malone is down and rolls to his corner. El
Rey picks up Warren for the ARGENTINE BACKBREAKER! Malone has seen enough, and doesn’t wanna lose the belts. Out of desperation, LOW BLOW ON EL REY! Warren
is dropped, and Malone gets Warren out of the ring. Malone goes up to the top rope.. FLYING FIST DROP CONNECTS! El Rey is out. Malone is astonished. Montaña
Rose is cheering El Rey on. So is the crowd, who prefer El Rey over Malone. Malone picks up El Rey, who kicks El Rey in the stomach… THE BAD BLASTER
DOESN’T HAPPEN! Zeke in the ring with a big boot. Malone is knocked senseless. Warren is up top… CROSS BODY BLOCK ON ZEKE! Both men are down. El Rey
gets up and sees a downed Malone. HORQUILLA DEL CORAZÓNE!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

JENNY JERSEY: The winners of the first fall… EL REY DE CORIZONES, AND CUZIN ZEKE!

ROB MARTINEZ: Each team gets a thirty second regroup session. Warren and Malone are in their corner, looking bummed.

REX CALIBER: Bummed, they look down right sick. The tag titles are one fall away from changing hands.

ROB MARTINEZ: An action packed match so far. Zeke and Warren are gonna start it out for fall two.

Alan Stone calls for the bell, and fall two is underway. Warren and Zeke bump knuckles, showing deep respect. A week ago teaming for charity.. this week,
going tooth and nail for the coveted tag titles. Warren and Zeke lock up, which ends with Warren getting shoved to the ground. He doesn’t like that a bit,
as Zeke flexes for the crowd, in a redneck Hulkster style. Warren gets up and drop kicks the left knee of Zeke. Zeke drops down on that knee, and WARREN
DOUBLE FRONT KICKS ZEKE IN THE FACE! Zeke is out in the middle of the ring. Warren goes over and tags in Malone. Malone seems to be favoring his back as
he gets in. Malone sees an opportunity and uses it.. BEAR TAMER! But Malone can’t hold it for long before Zeke easily crawls to the ropes. He tags in El
Rey as well, and Malone, who is still hanging on to Zeke, gets bull dogged off of Zeke.

ROB MARTINEZ: Bear tamer? This man is Kyle’s biggest fan.

REX CALIBER: (in his best Kyle voice) Wanna know who has two thumbs and isn’t a fan of Kyle or Malone… THIS GUY!

El Rey hits the ropes and LIONSAULT! MALONE WITH THE KNEES UP THOUGH! El Rey holds his stomach. Malone up… BAD BLASTER! BAD BLASTER!

ONE!

TWO!

IT’S ALL TIED UP…

WELL MAYBE NOT!

ZEKE WITH THE LAST SECOND SAVE!

Warren went from ecstatic on the outside, to looking like Clinton after the Super Tuesday Primaries. Zeke goes back to his corner. Malone reeling from the
big boot that stopped the count. Warren wants in, and Malone obliges. Zeke calling for the tag, but El Rey can’t get there. Zeke doesn’t care, and is in
anyway! THIS IS REBEL BABY! TAGS DON’T MEAN SHIT! Warren and Zeke face off. Warren looks in the eyes of one determined Hillbilly. Who wants it more?

ROB MARTINEZ: Have you ever seen Zeke so pumped? The man is simply on fire.

REX CALIBER: Maybe he tired of being poked fun of his whole life. But hell, look at Malone and Warren. This is a misfits ball if there every was one.

Zeke with a series of punches, also Hulkster style, and Warren goes down. He bounces back up though, and chops the big chest of Zeke. WHOOOO! Zeke Irish
Whips Warren, and catches Warren off the rebound. SPINE BUSTER! Cuzin Zeke no doubt watched Arn Anderson do that move time after time here in the Carolinas.
The cover.

ONE!

TWO!

MALONE IN FOR THE SAVE. El Rey is in, locking up with Malone. They are brawling to the outside. Malone with an eye gouge which is booed by the fans. Malone
shrugs, and then gets popped in the head with an elbow. In the ring, Zeke is going up top… MUDPUDDLE TIME… WARREN MOVED, WARREN MOVED!

ROB MARTINEZ: Warren got lucky, as Zeke hit hard.

Warren has no time to waste. He goes up… SUPER BIG GULP! Which would normally be awesome. But Zeke barely got hit. Warren didn’t get full rotation and
grazed Zeke. Warren and Zeke rise slowly after seconds of lying on the mat. El Rey has Malone in a Arm Trap Submission hold on the outside. Zeke gets behind
Warren.. COBRA CLUTCH! Warren is in the middle of the ring. He is fading. Alan Stone raises the free arm of Warren.

IT DROPS!

Warren is getting cheered for by half the audience. The other half are clearly Zeke Freaks! Warrens hand shows no motion and Alan Stone again raises the
arm.

IT DROPS.

El Rey is watching from the outside, still applying pressure to Malone in the Arm trap Standing Leg lock submission hold. Alan Stone raises the arm of Warren
for the last chance.

THE CROWD ARE ALL UP ON THEIR FEET.

THE PLACE EXPLODES!

IT DROPPED.

IT DROPPED!

El Rey lets go of Malone. Montaña Rose is going crazy. Zeke lets go of Warren, who falls down to the mat. Zeke checks on him. Warren wakes up after a few
light taps. Zeke extends his hand and helps Warren up. Warren looks dazed.

JENNY JERSEY: The winners of the match and NEW REBEL TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS OF THE WORLD… EL REY DE CORIZONES AND CUZIN ZEKE!

Warren has tears in his eyes. Zeke and El Rey are handed the tag belts and hug each other. They go to the crowd. The crowd celebrates with them. Malone
enters the ring and looks to be just as upset as Warren. Zeke and El Rey stare at Malone and Warren. Then they leave the crowd and enter the ring again.
ROB MARTINEZ: What’s this about?

REX CALIBER: If I was them, I’d be getting those former champs out of my ring. This is THEIR TIME!

The two teams are face to face. Then El Rey and Zeke extend their hands. Warren shakes El Rey’s. Malone looks at Zeke and tells him “You got my belt.” Zeke
nods then asks for a shake. Malone finally does it, and El Rey and Zeke raise the hands of the former champs.. in a respectful manner, rarely seen in wrestling.
What a moment in REBEL history… El Rey and Cuzin Zeke.. TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS OF THE WORLD!

——————————————————————————–

Been a hell of a show. The crowd is almost worn out, but do they have enough left in them to get up for one more awesomes match?

Well duh.

JENNY JERSEY: Lenoir, North Carolina, it is now time for the March Madness main event!

Cheerings!

JENNY JERSEY: The following contest is scheduled for one fall at a special SIXTY minute time limit. Introducing the competitors…

Dark, eerie blues. The Black Keys can only mean one man.

Rees.

The native newfie comes out with an intense expression on his dark eyes. His long hair is wild and his beard is growing in thickly. Rees makes his way to
the ring like a driven man.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first! At six-foot one, two-hundred and forty-seven pounds… he is one of only two Grand Slam champions in NAPW history, and
a decorated eight-time champion in that promotion! From Wabana, Bell Island, Newfoundland, Canada, he is “Da Technical Terror” … “LDK!” LLOYD! REES!
ROB MARTINEZ: Because they know these men can go all night, REBEL has placed a sixty minute time limit on the match.

REX CALIBER: Now after all the blood, guts, violence and mayhem… it’s time for some technical wrestling.

ROB MARTINEZ: REBEL Pro is not just about the extreme, it’s about bringing in the men who are the best. These fans appreciate the technical wrestling as
much as they do a steel chair shot.

REX CALIBER: Don’t give the people too much credit, we are in Carolina.

ROB MARTINEZ: You’re from here!

REX CALIBER: Exactly!

“I AM THE MAN!”

Philosopher Kings swank the joint up and the crowd goes wild as Stylin’ Kyle Roberts struts through the entrance way with style and flair! Roberts, chewing
gum cockily, makes his way to the ring, slapping fans hands, rolling into the ring and showboating for the crowd a bit on the top rope.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent! Standing six-foot three and weighing two-hundred fifty-seven pounds! He is a five-time NAPW tag team champion and a two-time
REBEL PRO WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION! From Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan, Canada, ladies and gentlemen, I give you… STYLIN! KYLE! ROBERTS!

ROB MARTINEZ: Quite an ovation for the former REBEL champion, and Rex, what a match we are looking at here. Kyle Roberts undoubtedly the best technical
wrestler in REBEL Pro Wrestling. In Lloyd Rees, you have arguably the best technical wrestler in NAPW these days. These two men, despite two years in the
same circles, have never met in a one-on-one environment. What’s your analysis?

REX CALIBER: First of all Rob, I’m the best technical wrestler in REBEL Pro AND the best champion ever! But I’ll give Roberts some props, he’s damn good,
just not as good as Rex Caliber … or Thomas Young for that matter. Or JJ Nickels, who is going to whoop up on Kyle at Birthday Bash!

ROB MARTINEZ: Yes, Rex, but how about THIS match right now?

REX CALIBER: Well anyways, like I was saying, me and Rees go way back and lately the man’s been on a tear! This is the kind of match where it’s all about
the first mistake, and neither man is going to want to make it. Because if they get a chance, both Kyle and Rees will go for the kill, and they both know
all kinds of ways to damn hurt ya.

ROB MARTINEZ: These two men between them hold FIFTEEN different titles between NAPW and REBEL! Fifteen! This is surely to be a classic… and there’s the
bell!

Rees and Roberts meet in the center of the ring, no trash-talking, just sizing each other up. Not a lot of difference here. Roberts with a slight height
and weight advantage, mostly negligible. Two evenly matched competitors with the same focus in their skillsets. Rees extends a hand. Roberts, lazily chewing
his gum, raises his eyebrows and winks at the crowd, but accepts what turns out to be quite a firm handshake. Both men break, and then begin to circle.
Collar-and-elbow tie-up, Roberts gains control with an armbar.

Rees hisses in pain, but is able to reverse the hold, getting Roberts in the same hold. Kyle rolls forward and up, twist, turn, and then it’s Rees right
back into the armbar! Rees again defending, is able to reverse it into an armbar, yanking down on Roberts’ arm forcefully. Rees drives the point of the
elbow into the shoulder joint, once again, Kyle down to one knee. Up again, Roberts tries to reverse, Rees reverses the reversal, into the armbar again,
this time Rees turns it into a hammerlock behind the back! Roberts trying to find a way out, Rees wrenching up as Kyle grunts.

Roberts reaches back, trying to get a hold, Rees picks him up for a back suplex — Roberts throws his weight forward and snapmares Rees over! Roberts grabs
an arm and gets Rees from behind, turning him around and getting on top of him amateur style, Rees facedown trying to get out, Roberts keeping the hold
on. Rees however is able to roll onto his side and uses his free arm to get a headlock, Kyle breaks that hold. Rees working the side headlock, Kyle trying
to get out, gaining his feet, but Rees side headlock takes him over again! Rees with the advantage on Kyle, and the action pauses for a moment!

ROB MARTINEZ: Hold-for-hold, these two men jockeying for position. It’s like you said Rex, nobody wants to make the first mistake.

REX CALIBER: I’m good for somethin’ once in a while.

ROB MARTINEZ: Lloyd Rees with a headlock firmly applied, Kyle trying to find a way out — he gets a headscissors! Now Roberts with the advantage, ooh,
bringing the leg down across the chest, now squeezing, Rees rolls forward, he’s free! Kyle is still down, Rees grabs the legs, GOING FOR THE LANCE COVER
LEGLOCK!

REX CALIBER: That’d be it right here —

ROB MARTINEZ: Roberts blocking, wait, Roberts reverses! Wait a minute, he has Rees, looking for the BEAR-TAMER! Can he get him into position — Rees is
so quickly to grab the ropes, and there’s a clean break! Remember in REBEL, you can’t be disqualified, but the referee won’t count a submission that occurs
in the ropes, so you still have make that break… and this crowd here in Lenoir is showing these two men how much they appreciate the SPORT of Professional
Wrestling!

Rees and Roberts each up to a standing base, distance between them. Stalemate. The crowd is giving a roaring ovation for that display! Roberts gives a big,
cocky but charming grin as Rees adjusts his elbow pads. They nod at each other and go right back to the collar-and-elbow tie-up! This time neither man
seems able to get the advantage on the other, jockeying for position with incredibly firm grips, both men’s muscles straining as they try to gain the advantage!
Rees backs Kyle into a corner, seemingly with the advantage… but Roberts pushes back, now pushing Rees back into a corner! Rees pushes back as both men
circle around, locked in combat! Neither man can get the advantage… they’re into the ropes now, referee Alan Stone looking for a break, but instead…
Roberts and Rees step through the middle rope to the apron, STILL TIED UP! They drop down to the floor…

STILL IN THE TIE-UP! THEY’RE GOING AROUND RINGSIDE! Neither man wants to give this up, it’s a battle of pride and wills now! They’re up against the guardrail
as the nearby fans are going wild for *wrestling*. Amazing, Roberts and Rees are able to get back into the ring…

AND STILL TRYING TO WIN THE TIE-UP! Up to their feet, center of the ring, and as one, the two men roughly break off from each other, chests heaving from
the exertion. Roberts isn’t looking as cocky now, Rees couldn’t be more intense. The crowd gives them another ovation, and now Roberts… wants a test
of strength? He holds the hand up high, fingers open. Rees reaches up, locking hands, RRRRRR. The other hand up, both men already trying to squeeze the
other man’s hand to dust, LOCKED! They slam into each other and try to win the lead. And Roberts seems to be winning! He’s forcing Rees back, back…

Until Rees is bent over backwards, only held up by bridging on the top of his head!

But then…

Rees somehow begins to fight back! Roberts almost looks surprised, as Rees slowly begins to come back! And now Roberts is being pushed backwards, backwards,
until he’s in the same position as Rees just was! But Rees isn’t about to let go of this! With Kyle bridged backwards, he jumps up, landing on Kyle’s thighs
with his own legs. Roberts grunts, but doesn’t stop his bridge. Rees gets off, then tries again —

Roberts lowers his bridge and gets the feet up, rolling backwards with Rees, rolling again until he can monkeyflip Rees across the ring! Rees gets up, KYLE
WITH A LARIAT — Rees ducks —

And Kyle pulls his lariat right before, then gets an INSIDE CRADLE! ONE! TWO! Rees kicks out! Both men getting up, Rees looking stunned at being caught
like that, and Kyle gives him just one look. He taps the side of his head, but he doesn’t even need to do the talking, because the crowd immediately yells…
“SMARTER THAN YOU!”

REX CALIBER: Just because Lloyd don’t speak proper english don’t mean Kyle’s smarter than him!

ROB MARTINEZ: Yes, he “don’t.” Kyle faked Rees out with that lariat and got a two-count off a surprise inside cradle. You have to give the early advantage
to Roberts after that tactic.

REX CALIBER: I don’t got to give him nothin’ but herpes.

ROB MARTINEZ: How would YOU give him herpes?

REX CALIBER: Your mom!

Both men are back up, and once more into the collar-and-elbow tie-up. This time Kyle cinches in a headlock right away, letting the crowd know he’s the man
in charge. Rees locked up tight, backs into the ropes and gets momentum to shoot Kyle off! Roberts at a run, Rees drops down, Kyle rebounds, Rees leapfrogs
his man, Kyle off the ropes one more time… Rees with a lariat, Kyle ducks, rebounds again and comes off — caught! Rees rolls him through INTO A SINGLE
LEG CRAB! Lance Storm style! Roberts is in it, yelling in pain as he quickly scrambles for the ropes. Almost, almost, got ‘em! Alan Stone tells Lloyd to
let go.

Rees does, but doesn’t let up on Kyle. He has the man in the ropes, forearm shiver to keep Kyle on his toes, another irish whip. This time Rees delivers
a HIIIIIGH back body drop that sends Kyle flat on his back! Kyle pops up, Rees forcing him into the corner where he gives him a knife-edge chop that causes
Kyle to spit his gum out from the impact!

Irish whip and Kyle goes up, over, and OUT to the apron from the momentum, Rees nail him with a lariat as Kyle runs the apron! Kyle goes down and spills
to the floor, and now Rees is on top. He slides out to the floor and grabs Kyle by the scruff of the neck, shooting him back in.

Rees comes in and grabs Kyle around the waist — delivering stiff forearm shots to the back of Kyle’s neck and shoulders! Oh my, those are hard!

ROB MARTINEZ: We saw the Lance Cove Leglock earlier in this contest, but we know that LDK likes to finish his opponents off with the Conception Bay Chinlock…
that is the purpose of these hard blows to the shoulders and neck! Soften the man up!

REX CALIBER: Kyle’s already soft like a Cheep, he don’t need no tenderizing. But this shows you just what kind of wrestler Rees is, he targets a man and
there’s no letting up!

Rees with a gutwrench puts Kyle down, then he grabs the shoulder for a reverse arm-bar, taking care to put his opposite elbow back into the side of Kyle’s
head and pushing, straining the shoulder and neck again. Roberts kicks the mat in pain, but there’s no chance of a submission. Rees gets up, holding the
armbar, and yanks on it hard, yanking right on the socket. He turns underneath, then brings the socket down right over his own shoulder. Kyle yells in
pain and walks off, holding his shoulder, Rees however grabs him for a snap suplex! Floatover into a cover, one, two, Roberts out.

The former Lemondrop Kid goes right back to the arm, this time hammerlocking it behind Roberts’ back again. LDK not deviating from his gameplan, now driving
the point of the elbow into the shoulder and neck area, made more tender by the torgue on Kyle’s arm. Roberts reaches up, trying to snapmare Rees over
like he did before, but Rees driving another vicious forearm shot into the back of the neck…

Followed by a hammerlock suplex, dumping Kyle right on the neck and shoulders with a twisted arm! Kyle in pain as Rees grabs him, looking for the WABANA
BRAINBUSTER! Kyle blocks it for all he’s worth, Rees hammers his back, tries again, Kyle once again blocks, the brainbuster would put him in prime spot
to be finished! Roberts gets a kneelift up into Rees’ mid-section, another, another, and double-underhooks Rees’ arms… into a BACKBREAKER! Roberts falls
backwards, holding his neck in pain, but Rees is holding his own back!

ROB MARTINEZ: And speaking of softening a man up for a move… Stylin’ Kyle Roberts loves to use the Bear-Tamer, that modified boston crab! This may be
the opening Kyle needs, if he can capitalize.

Rees is up first, he’s taken less damage, but Roberts is able to get underneath him with a fireman’s carry takedown. Rees sits up, and Roberts kicks him
in the back! Rees grits his teeth in a painful grimace as Roberts gets some distance, then runs… HENNIG NECKSNAP! “Perfectly” executed! Rees’ neck snaps
back as Roberts flies over cover a cover, one, two, Rees gets out. Roberts picks Rees up, scoop slam? Oh, onto the knee! Unique move by the former REBEL
champ there.

Stylin’ Kyle Roberts rolls Rees over, then shouts out “this one’s for that douche Astros!” What’s this? BOW AND ARROW LOCK! Roberts rolls back and hoists
Rees into the air on his knees. Rees grunting in pain, making all sorts of unhappy noises as Roberts tries to bend him in half. He has to be careful his
own shoulders don’t end up on the canvas…

ONE!

TWO!

Roberts has to release the hold to make sure he doesn’t get counted. He takes a bit of issue with that, but Alan Stone tells him he’ll count if both shoulders
are down. Roberts picks Rees up, throwing a few forearms into the small of Rees’ back. Irish whip HARD into the turnbuckle, Roberts dropping down for more
momentum! Rees staggers out, one hand to his back, and Roberts sweeps Rees legs out from under him! Kyle trying to turn Rees over for the Bear-Tamer yet
again, Rees fighting, he’s not out of this yet, not by a long-shot, so Kyle does what he does best.

Uses his brain and decides that if he can’t win this one, he’ll just catapult Rees into the turnbuckle instead!

Rees staggers backwards, and Roberts delivers a pendulum backbreaker! Rees rolls over, holding his back, Kyle looking out to the crowd. He’s building momentum
now. Roberts pulls Rees up and sends him for the ride, catching Rees with an abdominal stretch! Done right, this hurts the back as well, and Roberts has
it on —

Oh no he doesn’t, Rees reverses into his own abdominal stretch! FALLS BACKWARDS, PINNING SITUATION!

ONE!

TWO!

Roberts kicks out!

ROB MARTINEZ: Rees pinned Jacob Venar last week in Alberta with that very move! Roberts obviously watched that match, and was able to get out in time!

REX CALIBER: It’s an old school move, but much as I don’t like Roberts, he’s been around long enough to have seen it once or twice. Venar’s a tenacious
kid but he’d never seen anything like it before.

ROB MARTINEZ: I don’t think either man expects to win on a surprise, but we’ve seen crazier things happen. All it takes is three seconds.

REX CALIBER: Three seconds can be a damn long time when you’re trying to win a match.

Roberts drives a knee into Rees’ gut to take over, not thrilled with that one. He goes to whip Rees, who holds the rope. Roberts snarls and drives another
knee, whip, Rees still holds the rope! Roberts knees his man again, three times, and finally whips Rees across the ring. Dropkick — Rees stops himself
short and Roberts hits the canvas flat on his back, knocking the wind out of himself. He picks himself up, and Rees circles around behind the man, looking
for the DDT FROM THE GREEN —

Roberts has it scouted, counters by spinning, HE has Rees in position for the inverted DDT now, NAILS it right onto, you guessed it, THE KNEE! Rees back
attacked again! Roberts grabs the man and this time, FINALLY… LOCKS ON THE BEAR-TAMER IN THE CENTER OF THE RING!

Roberts driving the knee into the small of Rees’ back, roaring as he wrenches back! Rees is in pain, yelling, the referee asks him. “No no no!” The crowd
is torn, chanting “PLEASE DON’T TAP! PLEASE DON’T TAP!” and “TAP! TAP! TAP!” Roberts wrenches back! Rees may tap, his hand is up, it’s shaking… he’s
trying to crawl, gets a few inches, still a ways away from the rope! Roberts trying to maintain the hold…

Rees holds up his hand…

Then makes a fist, face a mask of pain. He reaches forward! Trying to crawl!

Not near enough… Rees trying to push up, trying to gain any sort of leeway…

Gets just enough! To lunge forward and grab the bottom rope!

Roberts won’t break the hold as Alan Stone says “Break it, I won’t count it in the ropes!” Finally Kyle lets go. He looks fierce now, always cocky, but
for all his ego, Roberts knows when it’s time to get serious. Rees, on the bottom rope, is hoping for a chance to recover, but Kyle is going in for the
kill. He grabs Rees by the leg and yanks him back to the center of the ring, Bear-Tamer once again INSIDE CRADLE ONE TWO

KICK-OUT!

Roberts is up first, front face-lock, suplexing Rees, but Rees instead twists out and lands behind Roberts! HAS HIM!

DDT FROM THE GREEN!

Rees hooks a leg, ONE, TWO, TH— KICK OUT!!!

ROB MARTINEZ: Stylin’ Kyle Roberts kicks out of the DDT from the Green! Rees trying to build momentum, trying to turn this match around in his favor!

REX CALIBER: It’s all about momentum, Martinez, and whoever’s got it… is gonna get it!

Rees grabs both of Kyle’s arms surfboard style, driving his knee right into the base of the neck and between the shoulder blades. Kyle forces himself to
his feet that way, Rees suddenly going for a DRAGON SUPLEX, a favorite move of Ravager’s, Roberts struggles with desperation! Rees doesn’t have the full-nelson
on entirely, Roberts is free! Behind Rees, German suplex! Rees plants his weight, won’t go, another switch, Rees behind, GERMAN SUPLEX! Roberts dumped
on his head and neck and REES GRABS THE DRAGON SLEEPER!

CONCEPTION BAY CHINLOCK IS APPLIED!

Now it’s Stylin’ Kyle Roberts in the center of the ring trapped in his opponent’s deadliest hold! Rees secures the grapevine around the body, wrenching
back on the dragon sleeper! Kyle is in a bad way, being bent and twisted! Once again, the crowd picks up dueling chants of “PLEASE DON’T TAP!” “TAP TAP
TAP!” Rees is screaming “TAP! TAAAAAAAP!” Roberts hand is up, he’s trying to get out…

No, he’s fading, he’s fading.

Referee Alan Stone takes Kyle’s limp arm and lifts it up.

It drops once.

ROB MARTINEZ: Stylin’ Kyle Roberts… he may be out, Rex! If the arm drops three times, this is all over!

REX CALIBER: Just a matter of time!

Referee Alan Stone grabs Kyle’s arm and lifts it high a second time. It drops.

The referee once more, grabs Kyle’s arm, raising it high. He lets go.

It drops…

NO!

Kyle shaking his fist, trying to keep in this thing, trying to find some energy! He shakes, Rees wanting this over, but Kyle begins to scoot with his legs,
trying to find something, some way…

He reaches out with his feet, nothing, tries some more, Rees trying to force the submission before!

Kyle gets his foot under the bottom rope! Referee calls a break and Rees begrudgingly complies. Roberts, however, looks the worse for wear and Rees is already
on his feet. He grabs Kyle and turns him around, Wabana Buster, Kyle counters —

EMERALD FUSION???

NO! Rees wriggles free! Roberts turns around, eats a toe-kick, and then Rees lifts him up for the NISH J. DROP —

Roberts wriggles out and lands on the canvas! Rees turns around —

UP ON KYLE’S SHOULDERS!

MOOSE JAW DRIVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THKICKOUT!

The crowd thought that was it, so did Kyle, holding up three fingers to the referee with an exhausted look on his face. Nope. Just two. Roberts turns around
to Rees, who is slowly getting up, bent over holding his neck…

In perfect position for Kyle to nail the Polar-Izer! Rees is laid out flat in the center of the ring, MORE perfect positioning for…

THE LIONSAULT!

Hits knees! Roberts laid out on the canvas, all the wind knocked out of him, and Rees goes to the outside? He leaps up, springboards off for the FRESH WATER
FLIP corkscrew splash —

NOBODY HOME! Roberts able to roll out of the way! Rees hits canvas, Roberts going for the Bear-Tamer again! Rees rolls right, left, right again and sends
Kyle off spinning — Roberts does a cartwheel!

STYLESKICK!

ONE!

TWO!

FOOT ON THE ROPES!

And once again Kyle can’t believe it!

REX CALIBER: You talk about the two best technical wrestlers in NAPW and REBEL, you talk about men who know where they are in that ring at all times, and
Lloyd Rees knew damn well where the ropes were!

ROB MARTINEZ: And if he didn’t, this match is OVER. These men have cut one hell of a pace, Rex Caliber, how much longer can they go? How much more do they
have in the gas tank?

REX CALIBER: You get to that point, you get to that point where you feel like nothing left, and that’s when you gotta find SOMETHING! That’s what the difference
is between wrestling champions… and all the rest!

ROB MARTINEZ: And as we said before, these two men KNOW all about being a champion! It may just be a question of who can push himself the farthest beyond
his limits!

Roberts is getting frustrated, he picks Rees up and sends him to the corner. A few forearm shivers keep Rees sedated, then he perches him on the top rope.
Roberts climbs up, looking for a superplex! Rees fights, holds the top rope, he won’t go over. Kyle tries to get some, but Rees begins fighting back! These
are two technical wrestlers but they’re in a precarious position, throwing wild punches at each other on the top rope! REES! KYLE! REES! KYLE! WHAM WHAM
WHAM! And Rees may have gotten the better of that one… WAIT A DAMN MINUTE! WHAT’S HE DOING!

Rees STANDING on the top turnbuckle! LEAPS OVER!

SUNSET FLIP MDK POWERBOMB!

But Rees can’t make a cover! That move has taken both men out! The referee starts making his ten count!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

Neither man seems to be stirring, they’ve given so much in this match-up!

FIVE!

SIX!

Wait! Kyle is starting to get up, slowly!

SEVEN!

Rees is stirring!

EIGHT!

NINE!

…

Both men beat the ten-count! Rees! Roberts!

ROB MARTINEZ: The end must be near, but for WHO?

Kyle tries to grab the legs of Rees to take him down for a Bear-Tamer attempt, but Rees plants himself, then drives an ax handle into the lower back of
Kyle! He has the man stunned, and then flips him up…

Has him!

NISH D DROP!

Splash Mountain, right into a pin! ONE!

TWO!

THR—KICKOUT!

Now it’s LDK’s turn to look at the referee in disbelief! But it was only three. Rees grabs Kyle, shoots him into the ropes, kneelift, Kyle dives over it,
takes Rees down, INTO THE BEAR-TAMER!

Rees not situated, still on his neck, trying to fight it for all he’s worth! Holds Kyle’s ankles, locked with his arms, Kyle can’t get anything over…
he trips up! Rees grabs the legs, looking for Lance Cove again — gets kicked off! Roberts kips up, STYLESKICK —

DUCKED!

Rees hooks him, DDT from The Green… Roberts reverses! Another Moose Jaw Driver — Rees slips out!

WABANA BUSTER CONNECTS!

Rees doesn’t let GO though, and spins up, pulling Kyle with him in a sudden burst of energy! He lifts Kyle up, perches him on the top rope, NO way! Kyle
in a daze from the first brainbuster, and can’t block

A SUPER WABANA BUSTER! GOOD GOD! Kyle sits up, eyes glazed over, and Rees snaps on the Conception Bay Chinlock! He rears back, hooking his legs around Kyle’s
abdomen, and the referee takes one look at Kyle and makes the decision — that Stylin’ Kyle Roberts is OUT! He calls for the bell!

JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner… “LDK” LLOYD REES!

ROB MARTINEZ: Rees wins! Stylin’ Kyle Roberts never gave up, but he is OUT! The referee made the right decision there, what a match, what a hell of a match!
REX CALIBER: “LDK” Lloyd Rees has even made me tap out, and now he can add Stylin’ Kyle Roberts to a already impressive resume!

The crowd is torn, cheering, some booing, some not liking the fact that the referee stopped the match, but the reality is, after TWO brainbusters, one from
the top, and then Chinlock, Kyle was out like a light. Referee Alan Stone raises Rees’ arm to a mixed reaction, Rees holding his back, drenched in sweat,
but ultimately victorious.

The Black Keys begin playing for Rees victory as the referee checks on Kyle. Kyle slowly comes to, sitting up very slowly, glassy-eyed. Rees grabs the microphone.
“LDK” LLOYD REES: REBEL fans, I hope dat’s what you wanted from da two best technical rasslers in NAPW or REBEL! Dat was one of da hardest victories of
my entire career, Roberts… anytime you want a rematch, you damn well got it, b’ye!

The crowd cheers that one like crazy! Kyle has gotten to his feet, trying to regain his bearings. Rees and Roberts shake hands, embrace like manly men do,
and then Rees takes his leave of the ring. Kyle stands in a corner, head down, no doubt frustrated, exhausted, head ringing.

ROB MARTINEZ: Tonight, a tremendous, hard-fought victory for “LDK” Lloyd Rees… and a tough, tough loss for Stylin’ Kyle Roberts. But listen to these fans
tell Kyle how much they respect him! For Rex Caliber, this is Rob Martinez saying good night!

That is to say, Rees is gone, his music is stopped, but the crowd’s noise hasn’t. The crowd is on their feet, showing respect for the former champion, clapping
and cheering. Roberts looks out, weary beyond belief, and then holds up a hand in acknowledgement. He’s too tired to even remind everybody that he’s smarter
than them.

For once a REBEL show ends without a bloodbath. Wild! Roberts leaves the ring as his music plays and that is the show. We’ll see you at DEFIANCE in one
week!

02/23/2008
REBEL-PRO.COM EXCLUSIVE

We find M.D.K. sitting in the locker-room of the arena in a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt. He’s not appearing tonight in a match but is here to make
his presence felt by all around him. His first match certainly did that to and despite not winning, he certainly left a mark on JJ Nickels both physically
and mentally. He acknowledges the camera’s presence as he continues to flip his mobile phone between his fingers as though it was a baton. The past week
had been terrible for him really after losing with Eddie and Sally full of ‘I told you so’s which is exactly what he didn’t want to hear. Eddie was going
to be along shortly and M.D.K. wanted to make these feeling perfectly clear before he went out in front of the fans in attendance – not quite the amount
that he had initially been told. This place wasn’t entertaining the masses he was accustomed to nor was it doing the crowds he was pulling when he was
first established. REBEL was happy to see five hundred people in the crowd at Bloody Valentine, but how could anyone be happy with five hundred people.
As he continued to ponder his actual career path here, his manager Eddie Simmons walks through the door.

EDDIE: “Danny! How is it going man? Have you been in the gym because you are bursting out of that shirt man?”

M.D.K. smiles before standing up and embracing Eddie with a warm manly hug. They break off and Eddie fixes his clearly false smile. M.D.K. frowns and responds
to Eddie as bluntly as possible.

M.D.K.: “Cut the crap Eddie and tell me what the crowd is like.”

EDDIE: “It’s about the same as Bloody Valentine – five hundred. Six at the most but it’s no GOA that’s for sure. The difference from the other week is there
are few more spastics and children in the front row then there were then. I guess volunteering to appear means that not only can they duck paying you but
they can also allow freaks in the cheap seats in.”

M.D.K.: “Eddie man just leave it ok? There’s not much I can do about this is there? I am signed to a six show deal on a rolling basis and I can only pull
out after the first six should I choose to. With me here it can only mean that they get a boost and I am hardly doing this for the money am I?”

EDDIE: “I guess not. Look; what are you going to do for this next five shows though man? You hardly got over with the other guys in the locker-room last
week as they struggled to understand anything remotely intelligent that came from your mouth and the majority of the fans only marked out for the brutality
you showed after you had lost.”

M.D.K.: “What do you suggest then Eddie?”

EDDIE: “It’s not down to me is it? If you wanna get over with those morons then you will have to go out there and ask them won’t you? You need to know exactly
what they want to see from you. Hell if any of them have a television set at home they are bound to have heard of you before this and surely they must
know your many sides. For crying out loud you make a dodecahedron look one dimensional! Go out there and kill ‘em… just not literally.”

M.D.K.: “OK but I want you to come out to the ring with me.”

EDDIE: “Why; do you need me to hold your little hand?”

M.D.K.: “No I want you to bring this with you.”

M.D.K. hands Eddie a large box and as Eddie peers inside, he gives M.D.K. an incredulous look.

EDDIE: “And what the hell do you want me to do with that?”

M.D.K.: “It should be fairly bloody obvious shouldn’t it?”

Eddie frowns as the camera cuts out and we return to the ring.

——————————————————————————–
The fans are cheering as ‘Woman’ Wolfmother begins to play and M.D.K. steps out onto the ramp. Some fans cheer as they remember him from Bloody Valentine
but generally the crowd is indifferent to him although the thumping drum beat from the song gets them on their feet. Eddie walks out behind M.D.K. with
the large box held in his hands. He looks bewildered as M.D.K. makes his way down the ramp. He steps through the ropes and holds the box as Eddie gets
in after him. He hands Eddie back the box as he takes a microphone from Jenny before beginning to speak.

M.D.K.: “Good evening…. Um… Shelby!”

The crowd give a cheap pop in response to their town being called out despite M.D.K. almost forgetting where he was. He continues.

M.D.K.: “I bet a few of you didn’t expect to see me back after losing last week did you? I bet that a few of you thought that I was the type to sulk and
then take my toys with me to go home. Well I guess you have to rethink your plan because I’m not going anywhere until I have proven my point!”

He paces around the ring as he continues to speak.

M.D.K.: “Now I could stand before you and harp on about the screw job I faced last week and how the wannabe lump of everything JJ Nickels cheated his way
to retaining that title and I could moan about the combined intellect of a yoghurt that dares to call itself a locker-room out there but you see I am not
like that for I am the Morally Dominant Kind.”

He gestures to Eddie who looks angry at M.D.K. before shaking his head in refusal. M.D.K. forcefully gestures to the box where Eddie takes out a small snare
drum kit and places it on the canvas before sitting cross legged on the mat.

M.D.K.: “Now as I was saying, I am not going to do that because I am the Morally Dominant Kind.”

He looks at Eddie who plays the snare drum in a comedy fashion.

Ba-Dum-Tiss

M.D.K.: “Or maybe it’s because Many Don’t Know exactly what I can do yet.”

He looks at Eddie again who sighs.

Ba-Dum-Tiss

M.D.K.: “Or, or possibly because Massively Dumb Kids…”

Ba-Dum-Tiss

“… like JJ Nickels and Warren are allowed to compete in this company considering that they are so inept they need week long courses in remembering to inhale
and exhale!”

M.D.K. is clearly getting more and more irate as he goes on.

M.D.K.: “It’s all fun and games mocking a name isn’t it? It’s the easy way out when you have very little else to say because your wit – much like your originality
– is so withered and unused that when it is required, you can’t even think of anything quick or worthwhile to say. So JJ; keep working on the puns because
mark my words, My Day’s Coming…”

Ba-Dum-Tiss

M.D.K. glares at Eddie who holds the sticks with a smile on his face now. M.D.K. speaks in hushed tones to Eddie.

M.D.K.: “That wasn’t one.”

EDDIE: “But I thought…”

M.D.K.: “Never mind.”

He turns back to the crowd and continues.

M.D.K.: “You see I thought you would appreciate the drum as it could be like a prompt during lame old sitcoms like The Cosby Show where the audience are
basically told what to laugh at and when. Considering that my humour flies over your heads along with everything else I say, I thought a prompt would be
able to let you know what is said in jest. So in the future when I say things like… Adam Davis is a highly intellectual person, Eddie can simply go…”

Ba-Dum-Tiss

“And then you know I don’t really mean it.”

The crowd are pretty cold to this as M.D.K. sighs and shrugs his shoulders. He nods to Eddie and he gets out of the ring leaving M.D.K. alone with the drums.
M.D.K.: “I don’t get it people, I really don’t. Are you simply the hicks that I feared you to be? Do you not want to hear the vitriolic essence of my tongue
carve through my opponent’s emotions before I tear their bodies apart? Is that why you only marked out like crazy when I drew blood from Jacked-Up Jack-Off
Nickels?”

He looks to the drum but obviously Eddie has gone. M.D.K. goes over to the drums himself and bends down.

Ba-Dum-Tiss

M.D.K.: “Are you that simple that you only come here to see violence?”

The crowd start to roar in response.

M.D.K.: “Are you here to see the pain I can inflict and the misery I can inflict on others?”

The crowd respond with a huge yes.

M.D.K.: “Do you want to see the no holds barred, hyper-violent, blood-spilling, seat filling, career-killing son of a bitch that I can really be?”

The yes starts to swell.

M.D.K.: “Do you want the true meaning of my name? Do you want to see the real Murder, Death, Kill?”

The yes is almost deafening now from the crowd.

M.D.K.: “Then by the sick bastard that is the voice in my head you sick bastards will get what you want but I warn you now; you better be careful what you
wish for because this right here is an open challenge. At March Madness I don’t care how big you are, how tough you are and how ugly you are. I don’t care
if you’re from Rebel, NAPW or Willy Wonka’s Chocolate factory. Whether you are thin, fat, white, black, man, woman or ginger; I want you to bring everything
you have because I won’t stop until my point is proven and that will be to show that YOU ARE INFERIOR!”

Woman begins to play again as the crowd are on their feet. M.D.K. punts the drums into the crowd before cracking the drum-sticks over his head. They break
and M.D.K. takes the jagged end and drives it into his own head and with the blood writes ‘M.D.K.’ into the canvas. He throws the sticks into the crowd
before leaving the ring.

——————————————————————————–
Warren and Cuzin Zeke VS Nation of Innovation

Cuzin Zeke and Warren make their way to the ring accompanied by El Rey de Corizones. The three receive a positive ovation from the crowd. Shortly thereafter
the Nation of Innovation make their way to the ring as well.

Warren and Jeremy Daines start the match. Daines runs at Warren, who ducks out of the way and lands a drop toehold. Daines gets to his feet and he and Warren
grapple in the center of the ring. Daines gains the upper hand by reversing the hold and now has Warren around the waist. Daines lands a reverse DDT in
the middle of the ring and Warren is down. Jeremy Daines locks in a reverse headlock, and Cuzin Zeke rushes the center of the ring and lays a boot to the
side of Jeremy Daines’ head. Enrique Rodriguez rushes the ring as well and and begins exchanging right hands with Cuzin Zeke. Warren and Jeremy Daines
have rolled out of the ring and are waiting in their respective corners. Zeke whips Rodriguez into the corner and follows it with a clothesline, Rodriguez
is slumped in the corner now. Zeke walks back to the corner across from Rodriguez and tries another running clothesline but Enrique Rodriguez moves out
of the way and Zeke stumbles out of the corner backwards. Rodriguez runs, bounces off the ropes and lands a bull dog. Enrique goes up to the second rope
and lands a leg drop on Cuzin Zeke. Rodriguez goes for the cover. ONE! Warren rushes in and breaks up the cover. Warren scoops Enrique up off the mat and
throws him through the second rope, out of the ring. Jeremy Daines meets Warren back in the ring. Warren whips Daines into the turnbuckle, but Jeremy Daines
reverses it. Warren hits the turnbuckle hard and stumbles out. Daines lands a Manhattan Drop on Warren and follows it up with a clothesline. Daines hops
up onto the top turnbuckle and goes for a body splash, Warren rolls out of the way!

Warren and Jeremy Daines are down in the ring and out from the back comes the tag team, Natural Destruction. The Thunder Lord and The Fire God walk down
to ringside and begin taking pictures with the fans. Enrique Rodriguez takes note of this team at ringside and begins yelling at them to get away from
ringside. Rodriguez hops down from the ring apron and takes the disposable camera from one of the fans and breaks it. Rodriguez lands a right hand on the
Fire God and then is brawling with Natural Destruction on the outside of the ring and eventually all the way to the back of the building! Meanwhile back
in the ring Jeremy Daines is left all alone with Warren and Cuzin Zeke. Warren and Daines are exchanging rights in the middle of the ring and Cuzin Zeke
storms the ring and lands a big clothesline that sends Jeremy Daines to the mat. Warren scoops Daines off the mat and brings him to his vertical base.
Warren bounces off the ropes and lands a swinging neck breaker! Warren hops up onto the top turnbuckle and lands the Super Big Gulp! Cuzin Zeke heads to
the top rope as well, and lands the Mud Puddle! ONE! TWO! THREE!

Warren and Cuzin Zeke win the match and get a big ovation from the crowd! The two begin celebrating with El Rey de Corizones and the fans on the outside
of the ring. The three high five the fans as they walk to the back. Jeremy Daines gets his bearings and rolls out of the ring holding his ribs. He looks
around for Enrique Rodriguez but he is nowhere to be seen. Daines then notices the fans going outside the building, follows and finds his partner brawling
with Natural Destruction. Security rushes to the scene and breaks up the brawl.

——————————————————————————–

REBEL TRYOUT MATCH: The Magician VS “The Sandman” Bill Price

“Abracadabra” by Steve Miller Band begins to play throughout the arena as a strange man wearing a black mask, white dress shirt, a black top hat, and cape
saunters out from the back. The Magician holds up his cape to his masked face menacingly, and then points his black wand to the various people in the crowd
as he makes his way to the ring.. Just as he steps through the ropes and stretches a bit, “Dream Weaver” by Gary Wright enchants all those in the arena.
Bill Price walks out, with his arms raised confidently in the air. He is in his mid-thirties, jet black hair, most would assume a dye job, is slicked back.
He has on a generic t-shirt that reads “You Can’t Even Beat Me” on the front and “In Your Dreams” on the back. The crowd chuckles and a few cheer for the
middle aged unknown. Before the match begins, Price walks over to Jenny Jersey and demands the mic.

THE SANDMAN: If I win tonight, I want all of you to know that I will be apart of this company! I am gonna put that silly joke over there to sleep!! Oh,
and after I win, I want that Carolina belt thingy because it would look good on my mantle next to my KFC Bucket memorabilia. You hear that Nickels?

Before he can continue much longer, he is met with a vicious snap dropkick to the knees. “The Sandman” topples over, dropping the mic. Jenny hurries over
to get it, while The Magician starts laying the boots to the side of Bill Price’s head. Much like an old vet, Price rolls on hi belly and under the bottom
rope to escape the attack. He stands, looks up to his masked opponent and smiles. Price turns to face for of the fans in the crowd jeering him, and he
even reaches down to take a bite out of a small child’s hotdog. Meanwhile, The Magician runs to the opposite ropes, bounces off, and just as Price turns
with a mouth full of hotdog, leaps through the ropes, spearing Price into the guardrail. The crowd is livid and cheering!! The Magician fixes his mask,
and then rolls “The Sandman” into the ring and goes for a pin.

ONE! TWO! THRE—KICKOUT!!!

The Magician lays in a few more kicks before lifting up Bill Price into a tombstone piledriver. Meanwhile, JJ Nickels has made his way to ringside, and
just as HE gets a mic, Magician plants Bill Price on his hair.

JJ NICKELS: Oh! We might see a black circle from his greasy dyed hair from that one.

Then the Magician takes the already out of it opponent and carefully sets them up in a prone kneeling position. The magical assassin then runs to the ropes,
comes flying back, and will all the force he can muster, kicks Bill Price in the side of his head, dropping him instantly. Even as he lays unconscious,
a trickle of blood can be seen from the left ear of “The Sandman.” The Magician covers to more or less a shocked crowd.

ONE! TWO! THREE!!

Just as his arm is raised in victory, JJ slides into the ring. The Magician quickly slides out of the ring, and begins signing a few autographs for those
who aren’t scared of him from his actions in the match. Nickels still has his mic.

JJ NICKELS: You have no idea how tired I am of pond scum like this calling people like me out.. People want to keep assuming me as this big dumb, overly
aggressive monster, then why not show them the very side I have been able to contain over the last several weeks. You want to see the big man do damage?
Screw it..You got it! Be careful of what you wish for REBEL, because sometimes, it might just f**king happen!

Nickels drops the mic, and carefully unties one of the top turnbuckles, exposing the metal. With ease, he hoists the limp Bill Price into a crucifix position,
and then launches him, like a lawn dart, right into the exposed steel, making the back of his head smack the metal. A collective “ewww” echoes through
the crowd, and then the boos start to swell. JJ confidently stands over Price, perhaps thinking of making more of an example, but then a few cheers sound
from the crowd. Quietly sliding in the ring behind JJ is MDK!! MDK slowly starts getting closer and closer behind JJ, preparing to move in for the kill!
Right as MDK is cocking his arm, he is tapped on the right shoulder, and right when he turns to look, he is BLASTED by a..a.. Magic Wand!?! The Magician
then holds up the stereotypical wand that’s black with the white tip, but then takes off the white tip, and from inside the wand, he pulls out a fairly
thick lead pipe! Nickels laughs as he finds the mic to his mouth again..

JJ NICKELS: What? You really thought you could jump me two times in a row?! Look, I know taking loses are hard, but you really shouldn’t keep messing around
with guys who are better and apparently smarter than the likes of yourself.

As if on cue, The Magician continues his little “reveal.” The mask and cape come off, and he rubs some of the dark eye makeup that was around the eyes,
and standing there, in the frilly dress shirt is none other than “The Iceman” Adam Davis. Davis chuckles, and winks to the hundreds of people showing their
displeasure, but just as MDK starts to stir, Davis lashes down again with the pipe, bouncing it off the back of MDK’s head. Davis lifts MDK to a very wobble
standing base, and then looks to JJ, who as they time it, Davis goes for a leg-sweep at the EXACT same time JJ sends his powerful big boot right into the
face of MDK, the sweep makes fall twice as fast and twice as hard. Davis then can’t help but crack up when he is handed the mic.

ADAM DAVIS: Here we are, ladies and gentlemen! Two of the men that allegedly are some of the most hated men in REBEL Pro. Yet, we are being booed for what
exactly? Me? Putting my spectacular mind and body into action on a charity show? Look, you would have to pay a good eleven dollars at a nearby theater
to get this many twists, turns, action, and well, good looks. We decided to give back to everyone by even being here, and in the process, making sure this
little vermin knows his place in the world. You really think you can push us or pull some bullsh*t on us without any repercussions? F- THAT! We have put
in our time, our energy and paid our damn dues. Its high time that this place gets the enema it deserves by the two of us cleaning out all the SHIT that
is clogging the bowels of this fine company! So you are either with us, or against us, I really don’t care because at the end of the day, you are looking
at the beginning of what will be the most dominant force to ever step into a REBEL ring. Within a few months, we will have ALL THE GOLD, and there isn’t
a thing anyone can do about it. You wanna hate, go right ahead, but we will beat the respect and prestige right out of each and every single person who
crosses us. And as far as your open challenge next week MDK? YOU’RE ON!

A few fans even try and toss their empty drinks towards the ring. Davis and Nickels both raise their arms before making their exit to the back, each taunting
the fans and looking very pleased with what they had accomplished. Meanwhile a few medic hurry out to ringside to check on MDK and “The Sandman.”

——————————————————————————–

“The Nexus One” Rex Caliber & Thomas Young VS Murcielago & Kyle Roberts

Kyle Roberts and Murcielago are already in the ring when the music of Rex Caliber hits the speakers. Caliber and Thomas Young emerge from the back and head
towards the ring, no smiles, no shaking hands with the fans, this is all business. The former Crimes teammates slide into the ring and are rushed by Roberts
and Murcielago! The referee calls for the bell as the four men pair off and trade blows. Young takes a knife edge chop from Roberts. Another chop! A third!
Thumb to the eyes by Young. Young buries his knee into the gut of the former two time World Champion and hurls him through the ropes to the floor. Roberts
lands on his feet, grabs the legs of Young and pulls him to the outside. Murcielago is teeing off on Caliber backing the first ever REBEL World champion
into a corner. Murcielago hooks Rex and gives him a high bail out of the corner to the center of the ring.

On the outside Young tries to Irish whip Roberts into the railing but it’s reversed! Young slams into the railing back first and then takes a clothesline
from Roberts that puts him in the front row! Roberts climbs over the railing and fans scatter for safety as the two men do battle. In the ring Murcielago
shoots Caliber into the ropes but drops his head a second to early. Caliber hangs onto the ropes, plants a kick to the upper body of Murcielago and drops
him with a vicious clothesline. Caliber wastes no time in pulling his foe to his feet, hooking him and delivering a head and delivering a T Bone Rexplex!
Back out into the crowd, Young has stopped Kyle cold with a uppercut into the balls. Thomas grabs a chair and slams it across the back!

Young, with chair in hand, takes several steps back, raises the chair above his head and charges at Kyle only to have Roberts backdrop him onto the hard
floor. Back in the ring, Caliber has slipped something out of his boot. It’s Screwey! The infamous screwdriver first introduced by Static. Rex tries to
jab the screwdriver into the skull of Murcielago but it’s blocked! It’s a battle of wills as Caliber inches the screwdriver closer to the scalp of his
hated enemy. Murcielago drives a knee into the ribs of Rex and pries the screwdriver from his hands. Murcielago jabs the screwdriver into the head of Caliber
and he drops like a brick! Murcielago mounts Rex Caliber and digs Screwey into his forehead. Out in the crowd we hear a loud pop and the camera pans over
to reveal that Roberts has Young locked in his Bear – Tamer! Young is tapping out but it’s no use! It only counts inside the squared circle!

Rex shoves Murcielago off of him and his face is a bloody mess. Murcielago goes again for the screwdriver to the head but Caliber rakes the face! Death
Valley Driver from Caliber! Caliber hurriedly slaps on the Rings Of Rex and yells for Murcielago to tap out! The camera pans over and we see Kyle Roberts
quickly climbing over the guardrail and sliding into the ring. A kick to the face from Roberts breaks up the submission move! Murcielago rolls to the outside
as old foes square off. Roberts takes Caliber up and over with a beautiful snap suplex and floats over into the first pin of the evening. Caliber kicks
out at two! Caliber is getting slowly to his feet and Roberts comes off the ropes and drives rex face first into the mat with his Polar-izer! Another cover
and another two count! Roberts sprints to the ropes and spingboards off the middle rope for his Lionsault! Before he can connect Thomas Young reaches into
the ring and pulls Caliber away from harm!

Roberts hits hard and Young rolls into the ring. He’s favoring his back as he pulls Roberts up. Scoop slam by Young! Legdrop from the former Tag Team Champion!
Rex is back to his feet, his face covered in gore. The duo pull Roberts to his feet and suddenly Murcielago climbs up onto the ring apron, then the top
rope and takes flight! Young sees him coming and drops out of sight but the flying clothesline turns Rex inside out! Kyle too is also knocked on his ass
thanks to the high risk maneuver of Murcielago. The former Carolinas Champion goes for a cover on Rex but gets pulled off by Young who sinks in an Ankle
Pick! Murcielago tries for the ropes but Young drags him away until the pair are in the center of the ring. Murcielago looks ready to tap but is saved
when Roberts nails a forearm shot to the back of Youngs head causing a break!

Roberts grabs Young and tries for a suplex. It’s blocked! Again Roberts tries for a suplex and again it’s blocked, only this time it’s Young who manages
to hit the move. Murcielago is getting to his feet and walks into a overhead release belly to belly suplex from Caliber! The crowd stirs as a figure from
the back rushes down to ringside. It’s Jeff James! James slides into the ring and he has a lead pipe with him. Young pulls Roberts to his feet and holds
him as James buries the pipe into the gut of Kyle! James tosses the pipe to Caliber who in turn uses it to choke Murcielago! James struts around the ring
hurling insults at the pissed off crowd. Young goes to lock in a Bear – Tamer on Roberts! Kyle does his best to fight it but finds himself locked in his
own submission move! Rex pulls off Murcielago and waits for him in the middle of the ring, lead pipe at the ready! Murcielago slowly pulls himself to his
feet and Rex charges! The former Carolinas Champ ducks down and pulls the top rope down with him! Rex goes spilling out of the ring and onto the floor
with a thud!

Roberts grabs the bottom rope and the referee is trying to get a break from Young. James sees Murcielago back on his feet and rushes him. Defcon 1 by Murcielago!
James rolls out of the ring and Young finally releases the hold on Roberts. Young spots Murcielago and goes directly at him! Spinebuster from Murcielago
puts him down! Roberts is getting to his feet and spots the downed Young. Despite the pain, Roberts hits the ropes and nails a Lionsault on a prone Young!
Roberts starts to go for a pin but Murcielago stops him! He holds up one finger to Roberts and immediately a chant of “One More Time!” fills the arena!
Reluctantly Roberts gets to his feet and rushes the opposite ropes. Caliber springs up like a demented jack in the box and clubs Roberts with the lead
pipe! Roberts hits the mat hard and Rex slides inside.

Murcielago ducks a wild swing by Rex and lands a big boot to the face of Caliber! Rex drops the pipe and Murcielago hoists Caliber up onto his shoulders.
Rex is placed on the top turnbuckle and Murcielago nails Calibers own TOTAL ANNILATION! Rex is covered and Murcielago gets a count of two before it’s broken
up by Thomas Young! Young pulls Murcielago to his feet and peppers him with several shot but stiff forearm shots to the head. Roberts is stirring and he
grabs the lead pipe. He bum rushes Thomas Young but Caliber warns him. At the last possible second Young dives out of the way as Roberts clocks Murcielago
with the pipe! A blow to the knee from Young causes Roberts to drop the pipe! A roll up from behind sees Roberts shoulders pinned to the mat! Before Murcielago
can even think of saving his partner he takes a half nelson Rexplex! The referee counts! One! Two! Three!!! Thomas Young picks up the win for his team!
The pro Kyle crowd voice their disapproval, Rex pulls Murcielago out of the ring and the duo start to brawl their way to the back. Jeff James has come to
and slides into the ring. Young and Roberts glare at each other for an intense moment before Kyle sighs and holds out his hand. Young looks at it for a
moment and then quickly shakes his hand! Young departs the ring leaving Roberts alone to soak in the love from the fans.

——————————————————————————–

We are outside of the Arena . We see a cardboard sign on a stake stuck in the ground. The hand printed words on it point the way toward the REBEL-PRO Charity
Auction. As we arrive we see that a smallish crowd is gathered already.

Standing on stage is Montaña Rose, she is holding up an object, we cannot be sure what it is but it isn’t too big. At the microphone is Cuzin Zeke’s Uncle
Elmer.

UNCLE ELMER: Step right up … step right up … step right up
Everyone’s a winner, bargains galore
That’s right, you too can be the proud owner
Of the quality goes in before the name goes on
One-tenth of a dollar
one-tenth of a dollar
we got service after sales

Someone in the crowd raises a hand.

UNCLE ELMER: Sold!

Rosa brings in the next item. It looks like a bottle with an atomizer (Thats a squeeze bulb for the younger crowd out there)

UNCLE ELMER: You need perfume? we got perfume.

Not getting a response, he pulls a cigar band off his finger and holds that up.

UNCLE ELMER: How ’bout an engagement ring? (Barely used)

Still nothing …

UNCLE ELMER: Something for the little lady
something for the little lady
Something for the little lady, hmm?

No one responds and Uncle Elmer sighs. But he continues. Pulling a rabbit’s foot keychain out of his back pocket he holds that up next to the ring and perfume.
UNCLE ELMER: Three for a dollar Remember … All the proceeds go to Charity.

Finally someone bids on it and Montaña walks out to hand the three items to the woman.

UNCLE ELMER: (off the microphone) Real nice girl, Charity.

Rosa turns and motions offstage. From the back steps El Rey de Corizones in his cape and broad brimmed bolero hat.

UNCLE ELMER: You can step right up, step right up

El Rey does a couple of fancy steps then pulls out a Zorro-esq saber and swishes it around.

UNCLE ELMER: That’s right, it fillets, it chops
It dices, slices, never stops
lasts a lifetime, mows your lawn.

El Rey gives Elmer a strange look.

EL REY: Que?

UNCLE ELMER: And it mows your lawn
It gets rid of unwanted facial hair….

Bids start at a dollar, step right up
only a dollar, step right up …

‘Member Folks, All proceeds go to charity … Nice girl, Charity.

Finally we get a few more bids than just one. In fact the crowd seems to be enjoying it. The bidding war starts but after a bit it looks to be between two
people. The Old lady in the third row taps out after $25.00 though and Elmer’s gavel rings.

UNCLE ELMER: SOLD! You Ma’am … Sir … Whatever. Step right up.

As the … flamingly Gay Man takes El Rey by the hand and leads him off stage Elmer whispers …

UNCLE ELMER: You about ta know the meaning of heartbreak … just ‘member King, it’s all for Charity

Rosa nearly collapses, she is laughing so hard. As El Rey is led by her, pleading in his eyes for help, she smiles.

MONTAÑA: Remember Mi Casanova, It’s all for Charity…

EL REY: Muchacha de Niza, Charity.

We follow El Rey for a way as Uncle Elmer continues his spiel. Again we can’t be sure what he’s auctioning off this time but …

UNCLE ELMER: C’mon, c’mon, c’mon, c’mon
It gives you an erection
that wins the election
batteries not included …
Step right up
…
you can step right up
…
C’mon step right up
… ‘Member Folks, It’s all for Charity …

SOLD!!

——————————————————————————–

FANS BRING THE WEAPONS MATCH
Impact Inc’s Michael Davidson VS Manny X

Manny X is in the ring, and has been handed several instruments of destruction. He has a golf club in one hand, and a cheese grater in the other. Michael
Davidson, accompanied by Brent Taylor, has chosen to wear a leather, Hannibal style mask. He has brought his own bucket of weapons, carried by Brent Taylor.
He has forks, a machete, and tons of other metallic objects. In his hand is a nail filled baseball bat. Neither man is smiling as the bell sounds. Alan
Stone is the poor soul responsible for referring these two maniacal individuals. . Ring crew attendants collect weapons from the crowd. We have keyboards,
VCR’s, a toy dinosaur, a rake, two shovels, and a tricycle so far. Attendants are now pushing around garbage cans, collecting more items. No lock ups here,
as Manny X gets bum rushed and is in the corner, getting choked across the throat with a bat. Manny X with a kick between the legs and Michael Davidson
staggers back. Manny X charges and smashes the masked covered forehead of Davidson. Davidson lands on his back as Manny X mounts him. He uses the golf
club to choke Davidson now. Davidson fights him off, and lands an elbow strike to the bald head of Manny X. Manny X dismounts from his position and Davidson
rises up. He is thrown a computer Keyboard from Taylor and NAILS Manny X with it. Manny collapses and Davidson with a quick cover. One is all that is counted
before Manny gets up.

Davidson fires with a fork, he had in his jean’s pocket. Manny X gushes blood as Davidson, who never smiles, must in somehow be feeling good about the match.
Manny X blocks a second attempt and boots Davidson in the stomach. A CROSS LEGGED FISHERMAN BUSTER! He keeps him hooked for the pin ONE, TWO, TAYLOR IN
FOR THE SAVE! This isn’t a tag match, and Alan Stone tells Brent to go the back. No DQ’s in REBEL, but a very low threshold for bullshit too. Brent is
on the apron, arguing with Alan Stone. Brent pushes Alan and Alan with all his might, pushes back, knocking Brent to the floor. Brent falls very oddly
on his right hand, and screams out in pain. Alan Stone goes outside to check on Brent. Manny X picks up the toy dinosaur, bouncing it off the head of Davidson.
Davidson wasn’t fazed much and nails a jumping side kick. Davidson picks up the bat, and grinds the nail end into the forehead of Manny X. At this time,
we’d like to bring attention the parents who are telling their kids that it’s all make believe and it’s fake blood. The kids are either crying, or so into
the match that it’s scary. This might be the end of wrestling fund raisers for REBEL! Davidson gives up on torturing Manny X, and realizes the ref is gone.
Alan Stone, the ONLY ref on duty is helping Taylor to the back.

Davidson is yelling at them both, as Manny X grabs a machete from ringside. He goes after Davidson, slicing the arm open. Davidson yells in pain, as Manny
applies an armbar to the bloody arm. He is trying to open the wound further. Manny gets bored and wants to inflict more damage. He grabs a rope out of
the trash can full of weapons. He goes after Davidson, who nails Manny in the stomach. Davidson takes the rope, wraps it around the throat of Manny X.
He throws Manny over the top rope, and is HANGING HIM! The crowd begins to file out of the arena, well the ones with children anyway. The ones who knew
what REBEL was have chose to stay. Around fifty fans remain, as Manny X is dropped to the floor after several minutes of hanging. Manny X is laying on
his back. Davidson goes up top and IMPACT PLAYA MISSES! The blood from the arm dripped onto the turnbuckle and Davidson slipped off. Both men are laying
on the floor, no ref insight and most of the crowd has left. Medical Staff members come out to check on both men, and they are getting stretchers out for
both men. This is how it ends? There’s no telling what will happen in ten days at March Madness!

02/14/2008
String music plays as we see slow motion footage in soft focus of REBEL-Pro wrestlers entering the ring.

VOICE OVER: The yearly sales of chocolates, flowers, and Hallmark cards all peak at the end of the second week in February. Every Valentine’s Day, men and
women spend millions of dollars trying to buy themselves some goodwill, some peace of mind, or some forgiveness. But for the men and women of REBEL, there
will be no goodwill or peace of mind. And there will DEFINITELY be no forgiveness.

Suddenly the music turns to loud guitars, and the footage turns to the greatest hits of the past few weeks. It is brutal, and it is violent.

VOICE OVER: But there will be gifts of other kinds. The gift of pain. The gift of revenge. And all wrapped up in a blood-red ribbon. Valentine’s Day means
many things to many different people. But to the fans of REBEL wrestling it means only one thing: old-fashioned violence.

The screen explodes into the graphic for Bloody Valentine, the show being broadcast into dozens of the finest gentlemen’s establishments in the Carolinas
and Virginia now. But don’t forget the FIVE HUNDRED watching live on the closed circuit broadcast in the REBEL Arena. The people in those clubs and arena
are whooping and hollering, but they’re not making nearly the amount of noise that the fans at the Hard Rock Cafe are making. It is loud and it is live,
and Rex Caliber and Rob Martinez are right in the middle of it.

ROB MARTINEZ: Welcome REBEL fans! All over the Raleigh area and live here at the Hard Rock Cafe in Myrtle Beach, it’s time for the wrestlers of REBEL to
do the two things that they do best.

REX CALIBER: And that is kicking ass and chewing bubble gum! And I hear that there’s a Bubblelicious shortage backstage!

ROB MARTINEZ: We have a hell of a show for you tonight, ladies and gentlemen. Manny X goes up against “The Assman” Mike Trey and Thomas Young for a shot
at the Carolina’s Title, in what is sure to be a brutal Three Way Dance.

REX CALIBER: And there’s another title shot on the line, this time for the REBEL-Pro tag titles! Can the multicultural team of Cuzin Zeke and El Rey de
Corizones make it to the number one position, or will Impact Inc. live up to their name?

ROB MARTINEZ: Stone Zellor’s looking for a title shot too, going up against The “Ice Man” Adam Davis for the #1 Contender’s Cup!

REX CALIBER: Adam Davis has a handful trying to contain Stone Zellor. That crazy sonofabitch is gold-hungry, and he might just tear Davis in half to get
more.

ROB MARTINEZ: And in one of the strangest contests of the night, NAPW Tag Champion Krusty Kid Paul and REBEL World Tag Champion Warren face off in a Circle
K Brawl for the right to keep their beverage-themed finishing maneuvers! I hope the crowd is thirsty for vengeance!

REX CALIBER: We have a wrestler making his REBEL debut tonight, and what a debut it is! In his first match, MDK is going up against J.J. Nickels for the
Carolina’s Title! Does the new kid have what it takes to pull it off in his very first night?

ROB MARTINEZ: I don’t know, Rex; MDK looks vicious on tape but Nickels doesn’t seem to want to let go of that title. And speaking of titles, our main event
tonight is for the REBEL World Championship. Kyle Roberts, Chad Kurtis; The Stylin’ One versus The Show. Cover your kids eyes, folks, because this one’s
going to be a bloody BARBWIRE CAGE MATCH!

REX CALIBER: Or better yet, send your kids home to overdose on discount chocolates! Because this night isn’t about flowers and doilies. This is about blood
and sweat and rage! Lock your doors, folks, because the wrestlers of REBEL are going to send you a…

ROB MARTINEZ: BLOOOOOODY VAAAAAALENTINE!

——————————————————————————–
JENNY JERSEY: Our first match of the evening is your Three Way Dance! The winner receives a Carolina’s Title Shot at March Madness!

The crowd pops huge! They’re ready for some REBEL action!

JENNY JERSEY: The rules are as follows, once an opponent has been pinned or submits they are eliminated. This continues until only one man remains, thus
making him the winner!

“Screams Of the Undead” by Demon Hunter hits the speakers and everyone comes to their feet.

JENNY JERSEY: Coming to the ring first, accompanied by Jeff James, he is a former REBEL Tag Team Champion, he hails from Hollywood Florida, THOMAS YOUNG!!!
Thomas Young makes his way through the curtain and heads for the ring. A ringside fan holds up a sign that reads “Young Can’t Wrestle!”

Demon Hunter is quickly replaced by “California Love” by Tupac which starts to play.

JENNY JERSEY: His opponent, he too is a former REBEL Tag team Champion, he hails from Manchester, Britain, MIKE “ASSMAN” TREY!!!

A huge ovation for Assman! He comes out dressed in MC Hammer genie pants and a sequined shirt. Needless to say the fans are at a loss. However they are
more than happy to high five him as he comes to the ring.

The iconic Tupac are pushed off the speakers by “Jambi” by Tool.

JENNY JERSEY: And finally, hailing from Los Angeles, California, he is MANNY X!!!

Manny X gets a nice pop as well. He comes out from the back with a no nonsense look on his face. He also has a pick ax slung over one shoulder.

Jenny quickly exits the ring as Manny climbs inside.

REX CALIBER: Is Manny going to go mining for gold or something?

ROB MARTINEZ: I think he’s looking to plant that in someone’s skull!

The referee walks over to Manny and after a heated exchange gets the pick ax away from him. He calls for the bell and all three men eye each other waiting
to see who will make the first move.

ROB MARTNEZ: You have to think that whoever wins this match will love getting the title shot next month!

The three men ease towards each other cautiously. Suddenly Manny lashes out with a right hand to Trey! A left handed chop to Young! Another big right hand
to The Assman! Another chop! Manny is owning his opponents! A third right hand drops Assman to the mat. Young ducks the oncoming chop and takes Manny to
the mat with a backdrop driver! Young quickly goes for a cover but gets pulled off by Assman before the referee can even start a count! Young is up to
his feet and slams a forearm into the head of Trey! European uppercut from Assman snaps back the head of Young, another shot from Young! A receipt from
Assman! Manny is back to his feet and grabs each man by the back of their heads. Double noggin knocker from Manny! Manny grabs Young and hurls him through
the ropes to the outside. Assman spins Manny around and pops him with a stiff European uppercut. A jab to the eyes from Manny stops Assman cold.

ROB MARTINEZ: The action is fast paced in this one folks!

REX CALIBER: No one wants to be the first man out!

Scoop slam from Manny puts Mike Trey on the mat. Manny goes to bounce off the ropes but Young reaches in, grabs his legs and pulls him to the outside. On
the outside Young whips Manny shoulder first into the ring post before rolling back into the ring. Trey is getting to his feet and surprises Young with
a small package! Young kicks out at one! Both men are back to their feet and Assman slams a European uppercut into the jaw of Young. A snapmare puts Young
onto the mat in a seated position. Trey comes off the ropes and hits a diving European uppercut that lands between the shoulder blades of his opponent!
Assman starts to pull Young back to his feet when he takes a wicked chair shot across the back from Manny X who has slipped back into the ring! Chair shot
to the head of Young from Manny!

ROB MARTINEZ: Those shots can be heard all the way back in the cheap seats!

REX CALIBER: At least he’s not using the pick ax. Yet.

Manny drops the chair onto the mat, grabs Young and hits a Katahajime suplex onto the chair! Young rolls out of the ring holding his neck and Manny turns
his attention to Trey. Trey fires off a right hand to the gut of Manny. A chop across the chest backs Manny up. A jawbreaker from Assman leaves Manny on
wobbly legs. Trey hits the ropes and goes for a clothesline but Manny ducks. Assman comes off the opposite ropes and runs straight into a deep power-slam
onto the chair from X! Young tries to get into the ring but Manny rushes over and knock him off the apron.

REX CALIBER: Manny is doing the smart thing here. Get rid of one guy quick and then you can focus all your attention on the remaining wrestler.

Trey is back on all fours and Manny picks up the chair from the mat. Manny waits until Trey is almost to a standing position before he cracks the chair
across the skull of Assman! Assman drops to one knee but quickly bounces up! Only to have Manny put him back down with another brain rattling chair shot!
The crowd is starting a “Ass! Ass! Ass!” chant but Mike Trey is laying prone on the mat, his hands covering his face. Manny X stands over Assman and gets
ready to club him like a baby seal when Young slides into the ring and takes him down with a high and tight belly to back suplex! The chair goes flying
and Thomas Young looks ready to kick some ass.

ROB MARTINEZ: Mike Trey could have a concussion after those brutal chair shots!

REX CALIBER: Well he’ll need stitches at any rate! Look he’s been busted open!

Indeed he has, Assman is laying on his stomach and blood is dripping from his forehead onto the mat. Young has Manny back on his feet and hits a chop across
the chest that sends sweat flying. A right hand from Young staggers Manny. A kick to the gut doubles over X! DDT! Young covers Manny! One! Two! Manny kicks
out! Young goes to pull Manny to his feet but X stops him with a vicious uppercut into the neither regions! Thomas Young collapses to the mat and Manny
crawls over and picks up his chair. Manny waits as Young uses the ring ropes to pull himself to his feet and then swings for the fences! Young drops out
of sight and the chair bounces off the ring ropes and straight back into the skull of X! Manny staggers back and from nowhere Mike Trey hits his “Ass Cracker!”
One! Two! Three!

ROB MARTINEZ: Just that suddenly Manny X has been eliminated!

JENNY JERSEY: Manny X has been eliminated!

REX CALIBER: That chick stole your line Rob.

The referee rolls Manny out of the ring as Young and a bloodied Assman square off. Collar and elbow tie up. Young slaps on a side headlock. Trey shots him
off into the ropes. Young drops Trey with a running shoulder tackle. Young bounces off the ropes again and Assman drops to the mat causing Young to hop
over him. A dropkick to Young as he rebounds off the ropes! Assman pulls Young to his feet and gets a stiff chop across the chest! A European uppercut
from Assman! Chop from Young! Uppercut from Assman! Chop from Young! Chop! Uppercut! Chop! Uppercut! Chop! Chop! Chop! Assman’s chest is turning bright
red! Drop toe hold from Assman brings Young to the mat! Trey rolls over and locks in a side headlock! Young grabs Assman and rolls him over onto his shoulders!
One! Two! Assman kicks out!

ROB MARTINEZ: A shocking amount of technical wrestling is going on now.

REX CALIBER: Yeah and it’s boring as Hell.

Assman and Young scramble to their feet. A snapmare from Young plants Trey on the mat. Young bounces off the ropes and lands a soccer kick to the small
of Treys back! A cover! One! Two! Kickout by Trey! Young pulls Trey to his feet and goes for a suplex. Trey wiggles out and drops down behind Young and
goes for his “Ass Cracker!” It’s reversed as Young grabs the top rope and Trey hits the mat hard! Young turns around, grabs the legs of Assman and flips
himself over into a pinning combination! One! Two! Assman kicks out! Young again pulls Assman to his feet but Assman shoves him away, plants a boot to
the gut and hits an Ace Cutter! A wobbly Assman heads for the near corner and climbs to the second rope. Young is pulling himself to his feet when he gets
clubbed with a flying face-buster!

REX CALIBER: Young needs to do what he does best and that’s hit people with shit.

ROB MARTINEZ: Oddly enough I agree. Assman is the far better technical wrestler in this contest.

REX CALIBER: That’s not what I meant!

Assman goes for a cover. One! Two! Young kicks out! Trey wipes the blood out of his eyes and gets back to his feet. Young is getting up when he takes a
chop block from Trey that puts him back down on the mat! Young is clutching at his leg but that doesn’t stop Assman from dropping a knee across the ankle
of his foe. Young screams and tries to get back to his feet only to collapse. Assman grabs the injured limb of Young and drapes it over the bottom rope.
Assman leaps up into the air and sits down across the leg of Young causing him to howl in agony. Assman hooks the leg and rolls him over for a single leg
boston crab!

ROB MARTINEZ: Assman looking for the submission!

Young looks like he wants to tap but holds on! The crowd is stomping their feet in anticipation of the tap out. Trey raises up from the single leg crab
and turns the maneuver into an inverted figure four! Young is shaking his head “No” as the referee asks if he wants to give it up. Young pulls himself
around so that he’s facing the ring ropes and slowly starts to inch his way towards them. Young is within inches of the bottom rope and Assman suddenly
lets go of his submission move, gets to his feet and drops an elbow across the back of the head of Thomas! Trey is back up and he is dragging Young to
the center of the ring. Assman starts to go for a figure four but Young reaches up and rolls him over for the pin! One! Two! Assman kicks out!

ROB MARTINEZ: Young is holding out as long as he can but Trey is looking stronger as each minute goes by!

REX CALIBER: Maybe we’ll see a broken leg! That would sooooooooo Rock!

Assman is to his feet looking down at a hurting Young. Trey reaches down to pull Young up when the former Foundation member hooks the arm and pulls him
over into a Fujiwara armbar! The crowd goes bat shit as Assman is now the one howling in pain! Assman manages to roll through and cradle Young for a pin!
One! Two! Young kicks out! Assman pulls Young to his feet and double underhooks the arms but Young spins out of the move and nails a STO onto Mike Trey!
Young locks in his Anaconda Vice and Assman has nowhere to go! Young pulls back as Assman tries to fight free! He taps out! Assman is tapping out furiously
as the crowd explodes!

ROB MARTINEZ: I can’t believe it! Young just made Assman tap out to an actual wrestling move!

REX MARTINEZ: I trained him ya know?

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of this match via tap out…THOMAS YOUNG!!!!

Young and Assman lay on the mat for a moment to spent to do anything. The referee raises the arm of Young and he gets a huge ovation.

ROB MARTINEZ: An impressive win for Thomas Young tonight!

Finally both men struggle up to their feet and after a brief hesitation shake each others hand!

REX CALIBER: Ugh! I didn’t teach him that!

ROB MARTINEZ: A great match that had a little of everything in it! What a way to start the night!

REX CALIBER: I gotta head to the back, gotta do Warren’s World!

——————————————————————————–

Twisted Sister kicks up as WARREN comes to the ring! He gets in quickly, only a little fanfare (he has his match later tonight). He grabs the microphone.
WARREN: Welcome to WARREN’S WORLD! WARREN’S WORLD! YEAH! I’m your most excellent host WARREN! Tonight this show is going to be totally awesome, cause I
got two dudes that freaking hate each other, and I’m like whooaa these dudes need to talk this stuff out! So let’s welcome out first… MURCIELAGO!

“Da Graveyard” by Big L kicks up. The towering and imposing figure of Murcielago comes out from beside the stage and makes his way to the ring.

WARREN: Welcome, welcome. Murcielago… the dude who’s had his problems with our other guest over the last couple months. Well Murcielago dude, it’s your
time man! What do you got to say?

Murcielago grabs the mic and gives Warren the evil eye. The crowd gives him what-for in terms of boos and heat. He looks ‘em over, anger in every fiber
of being.

MURCIELAGO: Finally this man has the balls to come face to face against me in the ring. But before you introduce that piece of trash, I’ve got a few things
to say about him…

“MORE HUMAN THAN HUMAN!” The X-Ecutioners kick up, cutting Murcielago off. The crowd goes crazy as Rex Caliber, bald head shining, makes his second entrance
tonight. He is cool like that. Rex gets in the ring, plays to the fans, then takes a microphone.

REX CALIBER: So big man, you wanted to look me eye to eye and say something, go right-a-damn ahead!

MURCIELAGO: So now I get my chance to meet the “Nexus One”, the “connected one”, face to face. I didn’t know you had so many fans seeing as you got booed
your entire REBEL career. So what’s with the sudden change of heart? You realized that you’re nothing without a career huh? You’re stuck behind that table
with the biggest bitch you’ve ever had in Rob Martinez. How’s that make you feel?

REX CALIBER: How did it make you feel losing to Kyle Roberts… TWICE! How does it feel never knowing what it’s like to be a big time champion? I might
have lost my belt, but atleast I won it! What have you done here, that makes your head so fucking big? What do you do every show that makes you feel so
damn cocky? You ever get told you wrestled match of the year? How about match of the night? What have YOU DONE!?

WARREN: Alright dudes, want to settle down a bit —

MURCIELAGO: (shoving Warren aside). It’s not what I’ve done, more like what I’m gonna do, and that’s kicking the shit outta you from one end of Raleigh
to the other. Y’see, I lost that second match against Kyle Roberts because you and the Crimes have this jinx, you can’t finish. If not for you I’d probably
be the REBEL World Heavyweight Champion, and I’d be twice the champion you were, bitch.

REX CALIBER: How dare you talk about a fucking curse or jinx? Every member of the Crimes held gold, while in the Crimes EXCEPT YOU! So you can take all
that bullshit, and stick it up Enzo’s ass! I’ll tell you why you lost and haven’t sniffed the title belt since… you’re just a mid card wrestler in a
main event man’s body. Body wise you got it, to bad ability and knowledge hold you back!

MURCIELAGO: Rex, you HAD a career, past tense, you feel me? Me? I’ve got a career, and it’s only gonna go up from here. I’m gonna get that title belt after
I end your chance to get your career back. The past doesn’t dictate the future, and I said it just now, your career’s over, you’re done. You’re washed
up and you even know it, so don’t come at me with that weak ass, you’re a mid card wrestler shit. This is your last gasp to try and breath life back into
your career, but that’s not gonna happen. I’m killing the Crimes after I kill your career. To kill the snake you gotta cut the head off, and at Birthday
Bash I’m getting the best present anybody could ever get, and that’s the satisfaction of knowing I ENDED Rex Caliber.

Oh man. Crowd is getting hot.

REX CALIBER: You got it all wrong. Maybe the roids are fucking with your brain cells. My career is over. But it was my choice. YOU wanted to face ME! And
after some fun making you prove yourself, I accepted, like I always planned to do. You see, you aren’t the biggest man I’ve ever faced. Devastation was,
and he got his ass kicked. You’re not the smartest wrestler I ever faced.. Kyle Roberts was… and he got his ass kicked long before he ever pinned me.
The meanest wrestler… Static, the most technically gifted wrestler was Lloyd Rees, the most intense wrestler was Ravager. Most hardcore was Tommy! You
are maybe the dumbest wrestler I’ll ever face. You might be man with suckiest manager ever. I don’t how else to put it.. but you WILL NEVER BE IN MY LEAGUE!
You will always be below my level, and it’s because you lack a killer instinct. You can’t turn it on to get the job done. You don’t have “it”.

MURCIELAGO: I’ll admit Enzo is a stupid mother fucker, but don’t come at me with that weak ass shit that I’m the stupidest wrestler you’ll ever face. Keep
building yourself up saying I don’t have “it”, ’cause when I’m standing over you at Birthday Bash you’ll know who has “it”. Rex, I’ve got more than the
killer instinct, I’ll fuck you up, and if you don’t think so, I’ll do it right now in front of all these people. I can’t wait until Birthday Bash to snap
your neck with a Defcon 1, let’s do this shit right now, c’mon you washed up piece of shit!

REX CALIBER: Aight you want me so God Damn bad? I am helping with planning for a Charity show near my old stomping grounds. I know who has volunteered to
wrestle. Thomas Young has and I think he won’t mind being my partner. Now you have no friends, and the only guy left who isn’t in a match is…

MURCIELAGO: I don’t give a FUCK who it is, I’ll take whoever as my partner.

REX CALIBER: The man you tried to kill for the World belt.. Kyle Roberts. You stupid fucker.

POW! Murcielago nails Rex! Rex fires back! Warren tries to get in between but he’s no match for these two angry bulls! Security rushes the ring… they
hold Murcielago and Rex back in different corners, each man yelling anger at the other

REX IS FREE! JUMPS INTO MURCIELAGO! THEY’RE GOING AGAIN! Security separates them… MURCIELAGO ONTO REX! THEY DON’T WANT TO WAIT! Finally security PULL
Murcielago out of the ring and try to hustle him out of the Hard Rock. Murcielago being forced backwards, but he doesn’t take his eyes off of Rex Caliber…
“you going down, man. Going to end you.” Caliber’s music hits up again and he poses for the fans, pointing down to Murcielago.

——————————————————————————–

JENNY JERSEY: This match is our Carolinas Title Match, with regular REBEL rules. (POP) Starting first, coming all the way from Boston to make his REBEL
PRO Debut. He stands six feet and four feet tall. He weighs two hundred seventy five pounds.

“Woman” begins to play through the pumped crowd. They don’t know who this man his, but they get pumped by his theme song, so they cheer.

JENNY JERSEY: M.D.K.

MDK pops his head through the curtians and walks down the ramp to cheers.

JENNY JERSEY: Now, from ATL, Georgia. He stands at a fearsome Six feet, eleven inches. And weighs three hundred forty five pounds.

Powerman 5000 begins to rip through the arena. The crowd knows who this is, some boo, some cheer, they know what it is.

JENNY JERSEY: YOUR CAROLINAS CHAMPION, JJ NICKELS!

JJ explodes through the curtains with his belt wrapped nicely around his waist. He makes his way down the ramp, passed the crowd and into the ring. He takes
his belt off and hands it off to referee Jimmy Johnson.

DING DING DING

JJ and MDK meet up center ring, in the classic lock up. They test each other’s strength, MDK wants to show he’s no push over, but that can only get him
so far – needless to say, MDK loses and gets placed into a corner. JJ then ricochets him into the other corner then crushes him with a devastating splash.
He backs away slowly, giving MDK a little room to breathe, just a little. JJ then crushes him with a deadly shoulder thrust into MDK. He hunches over onto
the back of JJ. JJ carries him over to center of the ring then hurls him into the mat–splat. He goes in for the first pin fall of the match.

ONE

TW-KICKOUT

He brings MDK to his feet; MDK takes a couple rights and lefts to JJ’s mid section. MDK DDTs JJ hard into the mat, driving him like a nail. He then applies
a Chicken Wing on to the downed JJ. He locks it tight and causes stress for JJ. He’s dead center of the ring and doesn’t know where to go. He tries to
punch his way out, it works for a little bit, because it forces JJ to apply more force to the hold. He adds the scissors to the mix; JJ’s life is now truly
hard. He tries to break off MDK’s legs, but it doesn’t do much. JJ now tries to roll over on to his front, with all that strength, he’s able to do so.
Now he has a new challenge, get on his knees, and yes, he does. The final task, standing up. He succeeds.

ROB MARTINEZ: Talk about having something on your back.

REX CALIBER: Yeah, I know, JJ has one big ass monkey on his.

JJ backs into a corner, squashing MDK like a bug, but MDK refuses to let go of his grip. JJ walks away from the corner with MDK still on his back. He backs
into the corner again, this time he puts more strength on it. MDK finally loosens his grip. JJ backs up, and returns to MDK with a clothesline. This clothesline
picks up MDK and causes him to fall to the mat back first. JJ picks him up and places him into a firemen’s carry — this can only one thing…Gutcheck,
MDK rolls off to the center of the ring, favoring his stomach. JJ brings MDK to his feet, MDK reverses and sends JJ right into the ropes. Upon returning
to MDK, he gets two boots to the chin, a drop kick. MDK moves over to JJ and locks in another submission like before. It’s a crossface this time, and MDK
wants to pull JJ’s head right off. JJ begins to jab MDK’s rib with his right hand. MDK starts to loosen his grip, but it isn’t enough. JJ doesn’t care,
he strikes until he’s free. He doesn’t have to wait long. MDK gets to his feet before JJ is able to. He rushes him and boots JJ’s knee. Then he dragon
whips JJ straight into the mat, but he holds on to JJ’s leg and locks in a single leg Boston crab.

ROB MARTINEZ; JJ being a tall guy, needs those legs. MDK is playing a smart match, wouldn’t you say, Rex?

REX CALIBER: He’s still a Mucho Dummo Kido.

JJ is strong, very strong, he’s able to shake MDK off, catapulting him with his right leg. JJ sits up, he holds right leg, conditioning it before getting
up.

They’re both up, and get into each other face as soon as they can. A lock up, a lock up that goes into MDK’s favor. MDK suplexes JJ right in the center
of the ring. The crowd claps for this unusual feat of strength. He snap DDT’s JJ into the mat, head first like a dart. He rolls him over and goes for his
first pin.

ONE

TWO

KICK OUT.

MDK isn’t upset at all by this near fall, he likes it, he smirks. To him, this near fall means he’s getting warm, and has a chance of victory.

ROB MARTINEZ: I think MDK has a chance of winning this match and belt.

REX CALIBER: What the? Mister Dumb Kid? Seriously?

MDK brings JJ to his feet and sends him into the corner with nothing but pure authority. JJ goes into the turnbuckle chest first and stumbles back to MDK,
who school boys him.

ONE

TWO

KICK OUT!

MDK gets to his feet before JJ can and schemes around him before taking him down to the mat. He locks in a front face lock, clean and serious. JJ uses his
frame and picks up, then drops him…wait…did he drop him? No, he didn’t. MDK was able to reverse it to a DDT. Three DDT’s tonight. MDK goes in and locks
in a camel clutch, which gets quickly turned into a leg lock by JJ. MDK no stranger to this game, he locks in a sleeper hold while on his back. JJ adds
more pain to his lock; MDK holds tighter. Both men are hurting, but no one wants to let go. They keep putting more pressure, they want to make each other
tap, but no one wants to be the first to give up. They both realize this isn’t going anywhere–they let go. JJ is about to move away from MDK, but gets
placed into a sleeper hold, again. He holds on to MDK’s leg, dearly. They’re back to where they were before. MDK gets a brilliant idea, he starts to jab
JJ’s head with his elbow. Five shots later, JJ frees his grip, rolls away and attends to his forehead. He doesn’t like this at all. JJ is now furious and
is ready to deliver pain to MDK. MDK gets to his feet and takes a big boot to his face. MDK is down and JJ goes in for his pin fall. Jimmy Johnson comes
in for the..

ONE

TWO

KICK OUT!

JJ shakes his head and gets to his feet. He bring MDK to his then sends him into the ropes. MDK explodes on JJ with a clothesline. MDK had deadly intentions,
devious intentions–he nearly decapitated JJs. He brings JJ to his feet, he sends him into the ropes, JJ reverses and whips him. MDK returns to his sender
and goes flying thanks to a Belly To Belly Release Suplex. MDK lands across the ring, nearly falling outside the ring. He tries to get to his feet, JJ
is there to spoil his plans and aspirations. He scoops JJ up and slams him down into the mat, falling down on top of him for added force. MDK is being
dragged across the ring. JJ leaves him in perfect range. Perfect range for what? JJ stands on the ropes and Worlds Biggest Moonsault. No one home to host
the guests. MDK rolls him over and goes for the cover. Jim Johnson slides in…

ONE

TWO

THREKICKOUT!

MDK gets on his knees and shakes his head. He doesn’t dwell on this near fall for long at all. He gets up and applies a sharpshooter onto JJ.

ROB MARTINEZ: JJ is just being stretched tonight.

MDK tries to drag him to the center, but JJ isn’t having any of that, he moves closer to the ropes, then gets dragged further away from his goal. JJ refuses
to tap, he musters all that he as and reaches the ropes at last. This is REBEL. JJ gets to the ropes for nothing; but MDK lets the hold go out of instinct.
MDK bring JJ to his feet and sends the man into the ropes. JJ returns and gets sent into the mat face first, via toe trip.

ROB MARTINEZ: An oldie, but a goodie.

REX CALIBER: Certainly not you.

MDK goes to work on JJ’s leg. He takes hold of his right leg and drills it into the mat, hard. He does this again, then again, then again. He wants to wreck
JJ’s knee. He now locks in a single leg Boston crab on him again. He now sits on JJ to put more pressure on the lock. JJ tries to slip out of this hold,
but MDK knows what he’s doing. MDK eventually lets go of the hold, to apply something else, something better. He flips JJ over and goes for a figure four.
JJ kicks MDK away from him and gets to his feet. He approaches MDK with a limp, he takes a swing; MDK evades and Germans JJ. Again. And again. Three in
a row. He goes right in for the pin. Johnson slides in…

ONE

TWO

THREKICK OUT!

ROB MARTINEZ: If I didn’t know better, I’d say MDK might actually win this one. If he continues this.

REX CALIBER: Well, you don’t know any better.

JJ gets to his feet, but not before MDK. MDK sends a boot to JJ’s bad knee to level him. He sends him into the corner. MDK sits JJ on second rope and places
his bad leg outside of the rope and begins to pull towards himself. JJ starts to club him; MDK shoulder thrust JJ, then goes back to yanking his leg. JJ
clubs MDK’s neck. MDK backs up, JJ knees MDK in the face, causing MDK’s head to swing violently. JJ spears MDK into the ground and starts to punch his
face in. He stops his rain of furious punches and brings him up to his feet. MDK goes to punch JJ, but JJ counters, he swings, countered. MDK throws a
left, but it’s a fake, JJ doesn’t suspect the right and gets clocked. JJ stumbles backwards and into the ropes. He comes off and boots – tries to boot
MDK. He catches JJ’s foot and brings him down. Unfortunately for JJ, this is bad leg. MDK drags him to the center of the ring and begins to stomp on his
knee. MDK goes to town on this man’s knee. Then he goes in for a stretch muffler. The crowd respects how tenacious MDK is – pop. Jimmy Johnson speaks to
JJ, asking him if he will submit. JJ shakes his head, saying “NO, (BLEEP) NO!” JJ kicks MDK one time in the face, he catches him good in the lips, popping
them. MDK frees his grip and attends his lip. JJ sneaks up from behind and locks in a German Suplex, with a bridge. Johnson…

ONE

TWO

THREKICKOUT!

JJ can’t believe this. He gets in Johnson’s face, he argues the result. “THAT WAS A THREE, YOU KNOW IT!” The crowd doesn’t like this at all, they let JJ
know. JJ doesn’t care. MDK turns JJ around, and gets him in a DDT. JJ drops to one knee–LOWBLOW! MDK’s eyes open up, then he hits the ground. The cover.
The Johnson. The boos.

ONE (BOOO)

TWO (BOOOOO)

THREE (FUCK HIM)

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of this match and still your REBEL Carolinas Champion, JJ NICKELS!

The crowd hates this, they air their thoughts. JJ takes his belt, he spits on MDK and taunts him on his way out. MDK isn’t too happy about this at all.
He rolls out the ring, right after him. He goes under the ring and brings out a chair, he follows him up the aisle. MDK taps JJ’s shoulder. BAM! He knocks
him right out, busting him right open with the steel chair. The crowd can cheer again. MDK writes “MURDER, DEATH, KILL,” with JJ’s blood, next to his lifeless
body before walking back to the locker room in a hail of cheers.

——————————————————————————–

JENNY JERSEY: REBEL fans, please direct your attention to the Hard Rock Cafe stage… it is now time for the CIRCLE K DEATHMATCH!

ROB MARTINEZ: We’ve wondered all week what kind of match this would be, and well, it looks like REBEL has brought the Circle K right into the Hard Rock
Cafe!

REX CALIBER: Hey Rob, go see if they got the latest “Maxim” in that magazine rack. Or better yet —

ROB MARTINEZ: That’ll be enough!

Lights come up on the stage area. Where normally rock bands would do their thing, instead we see all the trapping of the interior of a convenience store.
A rack of potato chips and a rack of candy bars, a counter with a microwave and all the nacho fixins, a freezer no doubt filled with goodies, a rack of
magazines, all kinds of stuff. And on either side of the stage are the two dispensing machines which have brought this match up. Yes, folks. A slurpee
machine on one side; a big gulp machine on the other side. Complete with cups and straws and all that.

JENNY JERSEY: The rules of the match are as follows: The match begins inside the Circle K! Falls count ANYWHERE within the Hard Rock Cafe, and the loser
of the match must give up his drink-related move! Now, introducing the competitors…

THE METAL! Superjoint Ritual KICKS YOUR ASS. And that can only mean one man… Krusty Kid Paul walks out from the stage entrance to a chorus of boos. His
expression? HOSTILE.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first from Kitchener, Ontario Canada… weighing two-hundred and forty pounds, he is one-half of the NAPW Tag Team Champions.
The master of the SLUSHIE Maneuver, he is KRUSTY! KID! PAUL!

ROB MARTINEZ: Krusty Kid Paul, unusually tonight is all alone! The rest of SAD have gone back to Canada… except Dextro, who was kidnapped by Impact Inc
last week. Which is disturbing.

REX CALIBER: I bet Dextro is longing for the days sleeping on broken bottles in the SAD HQ after being prisoner of those subway foot-long lovers all week.
Paul walks into the convenience store area and out to the rail at the front of the stage. He raises his arms high, the crowd giving him holy hell. He gives
a punk snarl and flips the double-bird.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent…

“We’re not gonna take it!
NO! We ain’t gonna take it!
We’re not gonna take it… ANYMORRRRE!”

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent! From outfront of your local Circle K, yes, even tonight, weighing one-hundred eighty-seven pounds and one-half of the REBEL
World tag team champions! The owner of the SUPER BIG GULP Maneuver… WARREN!

The slacker bursts through stage right in black dickies shorts and a white VAN HALEN t-shirt! Like KKP, he is sans title belt… no doubt neither man wants
to worry about where it might end up in this one. Warren jumps down the stage and races around the ringside area, slapping hands with all the fans as he
goes! He jumps up onto stage and looks out to the fans, “STAGE DIVE!” he yells —

WHAM. KKP nails him from behind! Warren almost goes off the stage, but KKP doesn’t want that to happen, instead he grabs Warren and sends him flying backwards
with a GERMAN SUPLEX! Holy crap!

REX CALIBER: That’s what you get for showboating! This match is over before it starts, Martinez.

ROB MARTINEZ: A hell of a german suplex sends Warren right into the chip rack! And that’s no sort-of-but-not-really cushioned canvas, that’s hard flooring!
KKP looks out to the fans, then comes. Warren is buried in bags of salty crunchy delights. KKP grabs the air

WHAP!

DORITO BAG ACROSS THE FACE! KKP is momentarily stunned. Warren grabs a bag of CHEETOS in either hand and whaps Paul on either side of the head in an explosion
of cheesy snackfoods!

REX CALIBER: It’s raining cheetos!

Warren reaches his hand into the bag and shovels a handful of cheetos into his mouth. Paul isn’t exactly “HURT” so Warren kicks him in the gut and cinches
a headlock? Running facebuster onto the stage! Warren gets up and flashes the METAL! Warren gets up on the stage rail, MOONSAULT! Right on top of Krusty
Kid Paul! The first cover, referee Dale McDonald counts ONE —

And that’s all, as KKP kicks out in a hurry. Warren is up first but Krusty Kid Paul nails him in the stomach as Warren comes in. And now KKP just looks
mad, he punches Warren right in the face sending the slacker king stumbling down. Paul grabs Warren by the scruff of the neck and shoves Warren’s face
into the floor, right into some of the snack debris. Paul is nasty! Rubbing Warren’s face hard into the floor. He pulls Warren up, a cheeto pops off Warren’s
orangey skin… crossface shot! Right across the nose! Warren goes down and Paul, oh no! He pushes the chip rack over on top of Warren! Bags of chips fly
everywhere!

ROB MARTINEZ: The chips might be light, but that rack isn’t so much! Warren is in a lot of trouble here!

Paul however doesn’t take up, what’s this? He leans over the railing, yelling for one of the fans steel chair. All eyes in the Hard Rock are on the stage…
some cowered fan hands over his chair. Paul snaps it shut with a clang, then raises it high…

CRAAAANGGGG!

Brings it down right on top of the metal chip rack on top of Warren! The shot echoes out through the Cafe as the fans wince in unison. Paul tosses the chair
away and moves the rack, cover! ONE! TWO! Warren kicks out! Paul gets up and STOMPS on his face! Yeowch! Now Paul pulls Warren up… “You (BLEEP) (BLEEP),
you want my slurpee so bad? HERE HAVE SOME!”

ROB MARTINEZ: OH NO! KRUSTY KID PAUL IS TRYING TO DROWN WARREN IN SLURPEE!

REX CALIBER: Well, it’s not a BAD way to go…

The crowd is in terror as Paul holds Warren underneath the dispenser with a fierce neck-grip, and then uses his free hand to DISPENSE THE SLUSHIE! Green
frozen slush pours down right into Warren’s mouth, overflowing and covering his face, coming down his shirt! “Let’s try the (BLEEP) cherry!” The other
handle is pulled and now Warren is getting bright red poured down! *glug glug* The referee should stop the match! Warren is drowning!

But wait, Paul’s face looks concerned. Warren’s arm shoots up! His foot stomps the canvas! Why isn’t Warren DEAD? Paul looks around, “WHAT THE FUCK?” He
turns his head side to side in disbelief! And suddenly the mass of slushie is going down…

WARREN HAS ATE HIMSELF FREE! Or drunk! Whatever you do with a slurpee! Paul yells out “(BLEEP) YOU!” but Warren reaches forward and pulls, conking KKP headfirst
into the machine. That staggers the man as Warren stands up, stained red and green like a christmas disaster. “WEEZ THE JUICE!” Warren leans back underneath
the dispenser and PULLS!

ROB MARTINEZ: HE’S WEEZING THE JUICE!

REX CALIBER: WRESTLING IS RUINED FOREVER!

Warren gets out from under the sugary confection, then staggers backwards with hands on his temples. “BRAIN FREEZE! OWWWWW!” The crowd laughs, then gasps
as Krusty Kid Paul is back up! He swings but Warren ducks and rolls across the stage. Paul comes in with evil intentions —

“WAIT DUDE!”

KKP stops in mid-swing, blinking. Warren is holding out to him like the Holy Grail…

“Wouldn’t you rather have a DELICIOUS Hostess Fruit Pie then kick my butt? Available in both apple and cherry flavors! Dude!”

REX CALIBER: I think he’s going for it!

Paul looks at Warren, then breaks out in a big grin. He puts his fist down and takes the fruit pie. CHOMP! KKP nods in happiness, flashing a thumbs up!
Warren cheers!

ROB MARTINEZ: Well, we may have an unexpected end to this match! Warren seems to have won over Krusty Kid Paul thanks to HOSTESS Fruit Pies!

REX CALIBER: And why wouldn’t he? They’re flaky pastry filled with DELICIOUS fruit filling in cherry or apple flavors OH SHIT!

WHAM! KKP squishes the rest of the pie in his hand. Because he made a fist. Which he punched Warren in the face with. Warren stumbles over the freezer.
KKP slams his face into the freezer top, then opens it up… He sticks Warren’s upper body in the freezer and slams the lid down! Ow man! Warren gets pulled
out, but… SNOW IN THE FACE! KKP backs off, wiping his eyes, as Warren capitalizes by—

Sticking a frozen burrito in the microwave? He sets the time, and then turns around.

WHAM!

Paul boots him in the face with a running big boot! That FLOORS Warren, no kidding. Paul doesn’t cover, instead grabbing Warren by the hair. He picks him
up and jams his head inbetween his legs. No, not that way. Time to end this! PILEDRIVER — Warren fights it! He kicks his legs, KKP hammers him on the
back. Another try, Warren fights with all he’s worth! Double leg takedown! Wait a minute… Warren with a CATAPULT sends Paul into the candy bar rack!
Paul and it go down hard, candy scattering everywhere. Warren however is feeling it, holding the side of his face in clear pain. Hell, KKP’s boot print
is visible. He sinks down in front of the microwave as Paul tries to get himself up. KKP shakes it off and then, snarling like a beastlyped, rushes at
Warren!

BEEP BEEP BEEEEEP

The microwave is done. Warren reaches up and opens the door

RIGHT INTO A CHARGING PAUL’S FACE!

Warren stands up as Paul is down, holding his nose. Warren grabs the burrito from inside and chomps on it. “EM EM EM! Still frozen inside, hot outside!
Maaaaan…” Then Warren tosses the burrito aside, seeing a chance to take over on Paul. He picks the man up and delivers a swinging neckbreaker on the
stage. Then Warren goes over to the super big gulp machine and pours himself a big one, mixing all the flavors. He pours another one, then holds them both
high like he’s Stone Cold Steve Austin!

BIG GULP BASH! CHUG CHUG CHUG!

Paul is up, Warren covered in soda pop, THEN

KICKWHAMSTUNNER!!!

REX CALIBER: OH COME ON!

ROB MARTINEZ: STUNNER! STUNNER! STUNNNNNNER!

Paul rebounds up and nearly backflips over from the SHEER IMPACT! Warren hooks a leg ONE! TWO! TH—KICK OUT! The crowd can’t believe it, they thought that
was it! Warren sits up, disappointed, but he’s got an IDEA. The slacker … what’s he doing? He hops up onto the counter beside the microwave! He grabs
out the tray of nacho chips and starts doling out fixings, salsa, sour cream, melted cheese… Paul is slowly getting up. Warren waits for him —

FLYING NACHO SHOT!

Paul is blasted and covered in gooey goodness as Warren rallies the crowd behind him. He points up… TO THE TOP OF THE BIG GULP DISPENSER! Warren don’t
do it! He climbs back on the counter… then on top of the Big Gulp Dispenser! It wobbles as the crowd gasps, but Warren holds his balance! KKP is in perfect
position! WARREN

FLIES.

NOBODY HOME!

ROB MARTINEZ: Krusty Kid Paul moved out of the way, good God! Warren just hit pure hard stage from eight feet high!

REX CALIBER: And now it’s OVER, Martinez!

ROB MARTINEZ: SPINEBUSTER by KKP, shaking the stage! My God that’s gotta be all! ONE! TWO! THREE—- NO! SHOULDER UP!

REX CALIBER: The kid shoulda stayed down, it’s only going to get worse from here!

Rex Caliber, prophet? Maybe. Paul gets up, then gets distracted by the glossy cover of a magazine. He grabs it, gets up on the counter and drops an elbow
on Warren… then leans back and flips open the centerfold. “(BLEEP) yeah!” Paul tosses the magazine away and lazily covers Warren, one, two, another shoulder
up. Paul didn’t even care on that one.

REX CALIBER: See Martinez, Paul was just content to beat Warren before… but now he’s been insulted. Warren better have his health insurance paid up, cos
here comes the pain.

Paul gets up, fingers the crowd again, and then stomps Warren as he tries to crawl away. Paul stomps on his fingers as Warren reaches out. The crowd is
starting to boo Paul heavily. He looks out at them, snarls, and pulls him up. He grabs the back of the neck and shorts and then unceremoniously beale tosses
Warren over the stage rail to the floor below!

Paul raises his head high, eyes closed, loving his evil. But the crowd’s reaction breaks his reverie. The gasps have given way to loud chants of “WAR-REN!
WAR-REN!” Paul puts his hands on the guard rail and looks down…

WARREN IS BEING CROWD SURFED BY THE CROWD! They send him all the way around the ring as Warren flashes the metal sign and loves it!

But Krusty Kid Paul doesn’t love it. He gets off the stage and shoves his way through the crowd of people to where Warren is, then YANKS him down to the
ground the hard way, Warren almost landing right on top of his head. Paul tells people to “(BLEEP)in’ MOVE!” Fans scatter in a hurry as Warren is tossed
right into three rows of chairs! It’s chaos! KKP follows with a big stomp and then grabs Warren by the back of the head and drags him up from the main
area… into the bar?

REX CALIBER: KKP needs a REAL thirst-quenching beverage!

The fans in the bar getting their drinks scatter as Paul throws Warren into the middle of things. Warren is not looking so good. Paul yells at the bartender
for a beer. It’s tossed to him and Paul downs it quickly.

Then smashes the bottle on the edge of the bar.

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh no, not again! KKP has that jagged bottle top like a weapon, he did this last week… oh my god! He’s carving Warren up!

REX CALIBER: THIS IS REBEL PRO, BITCHES!

Paul digs the jagged bottle into Warren with jabs as Warren yells in pain and falls forward. Paul pulls him back up and a new shade of red is streaming
down Warren’s forehead, the crimson red of blood. Paul digs the bottle top across Warren’s forehead. “AAAAAAAAARGH!” Warren screams in pain. Referee Dale
McDonald can’t do anything but count a fall, he can’t stop this! Paul gets bored of this and tosses the bottle away, almost hitting a fan. He grabs Warren
up and slams him front-first on top of the bar… then slides Warren along the bar, crashing into glasses and bottles until his face meets the wall. It’s
like a cartoon, only not funny. Warren goes limp, arms dangling off the bar. KKP orders a shot? “DOS TEQUILA.” The trembling bartender finds some shot
glasses and pours the shots — KKP grabs the bottle out of his hands. “(BLEEP) that!” Paul pours tequila straight from the bottle into his mouth, licking
his lips. Then he grabs Warren and pulls his face over…

OH GOD!

KKP POURING BURNING TEQUILA RIGHT DOWN WARREN’S THROAT! Warren kicks and struggles as Paul empties the bottle, splashing tequila everywhere! Warren falls
off the bar, coughing violently and choking. Paul kicks him in the ribs viciously, flipping Warren onto his back. He covers, ONE, TWO, THREE— shoulder
up! It might not have been Warren, it might have only been the violence of his coughing, but somehow Warren’s still alive.

REX CALIBER: If Warren had any brains, he’d have stayed down right there! But he’s FRIGGING WARREN, so we know he don’t!

ROB MARTINEZ: And KKP almost drowning the kid in tequila, that stuff burns! Just because SAD drink it like water… this match is getting out of hand!

REX CALIBER: No kidding.

Paul argues with McDonald about that count. It was only two. Somehow. KKP turns around and kicks a rising Warren in the head. Paul grabs the kid up and
says “It’s over!” He hooks a german suplex, looking for the BOTTLE OPENER —

But wait! Warren is sent through the air so violently he’s able to land on his feet! Warren himself looks surprised. Paul turns around, no elbow drop to
complete, then charges Warren —

BACK DROP! KKP TUMBLES OUT OF THE BAR AGAINST THE MAIN STAIRWELL! He narrowly avoids landing on the merchandise table set up in that corner, but Warren
leaps down at him with a flying cross body that takes the man down! HE COVERS! ONE! TWO! NO! Warren is running on fumes, but he’s got to do something.
KKP is getting up, Warren grabs a nearby steel chair and HUCKS it in his face! Paul takes it, but doesn’t go down. Warren grabs another steel chair, hucks
this one — and Paul catches it!

Warren dropkicks it in Paul’s face! Cover! ONE! TWO! KICK-OUT! KKP WILL NOT STAY DOWN! Warren with energy from who knows where, hits a DDT on KKP! That
one has to be all —

ONE! TWO! KICK-OUT!

REX CALIBER: Just TRY keeping Krusty Kid Paul down for a three-count! Warren don’t have a hope in hell!

ROB MARTINEZ: Warren throwing everything he’s got at KKP, but to no avail! And he only has so much left after the vicious beating he’s taken at the hands
of the SAD member!

Warren points to the sky, it’s time for a MICROWAVE BURRITO BUSTER! He hooks KKP… there’s no turnbuckle, so he runs off the wall instead! NAILS IT! THAT’S
ALL!

ONE!

TWO!

KICK-OUT!

The crowd is in shock! KKP has kicked out of Warren’s patented finishing maneuver! Warren looks at the referee in disbelief. “You’re like, totally kidding?”
McDonald assures Warren it was only three. Warren isn’t sure what to do. He looks to the crowd, then finally grabs KKP, pulling him up while trying to
formulate a plan —

SHOT.

KKP nails him in the gut hard, then brings Warren’s face into his knee. Paul, bruised and stained with the colors in this match, grabs one of the nearby
chairs and opens it up. Oh no. He hooks Warren up on top of the table! He’s going to hit a piledriver… not just any piledriver! He looks like he’s going
to jump off the stage onto the open chair! HERE HE GOES —

NO! Warren flips up with the momentum, HURACANRANA! Both men tumble off the stage! They’re hurt, but get up somehow, just adrenaline, and Paul comes in,
Warren ducks the big boot, hooks the head —

MICROWAVE BURRITO BUSTER THROUGH THE OPEN CHAIR!

The crowd goes crazy, as Warren could pin… but wait.

Warren isn’t going for the pin. What is this?

ROB MARTINEZ: What are you doing, son? You could win the match! Keep your move!

REX CALIBER: His brain must got punctured too.

ROB MARTINEZ: Wait a minute. Warren … what’s he doing? He just rolled KKP on top of the merch table. What is he… Why is Warren going up the main stairwell?
REX CALIBER: He’s running away, Martinez! Warren doesn’t want any more of Krusty Kid Paul!

Warren gets to the top of the stairwell, some 12 feet above where Krusty Kid Paul is. The entrance doors are a few feet away, next to the Hard Rock gift
shop. Warren looks out the door…

Then spins and looks over the railing down to KKP on top of the table. The crowd gets to their feet in horror.

Because Warren is climbing on top of the guard rail.

He barely holds himself steady, looks out over the crowd, then pulls his soaked and stained t-shirt off, revealing his less-than-impressive physique, but
he’s FEELING IT. Stained with Sweat, Blood, Slurpee, Cheetos and Soda Warren flashes DOUBLE METAL FISTS…

AND

THEN

FLIES

SUPERRRRRR BIIIIIIIG GUUUUUUUUULP!

ROB MARTINEZ: OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GAAAAAAAAAAAWWD!

REX CALIBER: YOU (BLEEP)IN’ KIDDING ME!

ROB MARTINEZ: WARREN FROM OVER 16 FEET HIGH JUST CRASHED THROUGH KRUSTY KID PAULLLLL! THEY’RE BOTH DEAD!

THE CROWD!

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

Warren and Krusty Kid Paul lay strewn in the midst of the ruins of the table, neither man moving. The crowd? THEY HAVEN’T SAT DOWN.

Finally… Warren rolls over, an arm just barely draping KKP. McDonald counts somewhere in the midst of the debris… ONE! TWO! THREE!

JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner… WARREN!

What a match! What a match! The crowd is going crazy as McDonald calls for help. Trainers and security come out and help Warren up, helping him to the back.
Warren manages to raise one hand high, but he’s BEAT. Security have KKP up on his feet, he shoves them away. Paul stumbles to the back on his own…

REX CALIBER: That was FUCKING crazy!

ROB MARTINEZ: Warren keeps the Super Big Gulp, Krusty Kid Paul… must abandon the Slushie move! One hell of a match, for pride… but just barely Warren
comes out on top.

REX CALIBER: He don’t look like a winner, but damn.

——————————————————————————–

JENNY JERSEY: This match is for the NUMBER ONE CONTENDER’S CUP! Introducing first, weighing in tonight at two hundred forty pounds from Detroit, Michigan,
“ICE MAN” ADAM DAVIS!

”This Is The New Shit” by Marilyn Manson starts blasting through the speakers as Adam Davis comes out to an extremely negative reaction. The entire restaurant
explodes in boos as REBEL’s number one contender makes his way to the ring and slides in.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing second, his opponent, from Staten Island, New York and weighing in tonight at one hundred seventy eight pounds, STONE ZELLOR!
“Connection” by Elastica starts to play and Stone Zellor comes out to just as much, if not more, booing than Adam Davis received. He keeps his eyes focused
on Davis, occasionally stopping to talk shit to a fan, he then climbs onto the apron, and signifies that tonight he is walking out the number one contender.
The bell sounds and both men start to circle each other, Stone doesn’t want to get into a technical match with Davis and Davis doesn’t want to start brawling
with Stone. They tie-up. Davis easily takes advantage and hooks in a hammerlock. Stone spins out and puts Davis in a hammerlock of his own. Davis easily
gets his arm back and clothesline! A nice short-arm clothesline by Davis. Stone quickly gets back up to his feet and the two are staring off. Both of them
the same height…Only difference is that Adam Davis is a little more than sixty pounds heavier! Hard right by Stone Zellor stuns Adam Davis and he quickly
chop blocks the right knee of Davis. Davis goes down to one knee and Stone hits the ropes…Dropkick to the back of Davis’ knocks him silly and Davis falls
to the mat. Stone starts stomping the knee of Davis and then gives him a hard stomp to the back of the knee cap. Davis starts squirming in pain and Stone
grabs a handful of hair and lifts him to his feet…Davis! Hard right sends Stone reeling into the ropes, Davis follows up with another right then sends
him into the opposite set of ropes, Stone rebounds, SUPERKICK! Ducked! Stone off the ropes once more and Clothesline! But the sixty pound weight difference
seems to play a big role here! Davis simply absorbs the clothesline! Stone hits the ropes again and Davis just takes it! Stone off the rope again! SUPERKICK!
Stone gets knocked flat on his back and Davis drops for the cover.

One!

Easy kick out!

REX CALIBER: Adam Davis is almost as impressive as I was when I began my REBEL stint. I went Eight singles matches undefeated. I think he is up to like
four or five. Still a bit to go.

ROB MARTINEZ: Well victories over KRENSHOV, Thomas Young, and maybe Stone Zellor tonight is super impressive!

Stone gets back to his feet, his hand on his jaw, and Adam Davis seems to be enjoying the role of being the bigger wrestler. Stone backs into the ropes,
Davis rushes! Stone pulls the rope and out flies Davis! Stone quickly follows and hops out of the ring and starts pounding down on Davis with lefts and
rights trying his hardest to keep the bigger man down. Davis slowly starts to make it back to his feet, fighting through the offensive onslaught. Hard
kick to the ribs! Davis falls to his hands and knees and Stone! He hops onto the back! SCAR! Davis breaks it! Stone looks shocked and a hard right sends
him stumbling. Stone climbs back into the ring, trying to regain his composure. Adam Davis right behind him…Snap suplex takes Stone to the mat. Stone
tries his best to get up quickly only to take a boot to the face. Davis puts him in the corner. BACKHAND by Stone! Davis stumbles back and SUPERKICK! Knocks
Stone down once more! Davis and Stone are equally matched for sure. Davis picks up stone…Discus Clothesline! Out of nowhere! Davis gets back up and both
men are eye to eye once more. Stone mouths a few words and Davis does the same.

REX CALIBER: Trash talking going on now? Didn’t we hear enough shit from Murcielago?

ROB MARTINEZ: You added some yourself!

They are at a stand off, waiting for one to make the first move… Collar Elbow Tie-up! Both men fighting to get the advantage, Stone isn’t going to win
it here…Davis goes behind, Back suplex! Stone gets back up to his feet and they tie up once more. Davis manages to slip behind once more and back suple-
Elbow! Elbow! Elbow! Davis stumbles backwards, leaning into the ropes…CACTUS CLOTHESLINE! Both men are on the outside, Stone is getting back to his feet…And
now he has a steel chair! The almighty equalizer in professional wrestling…RIGHT TO THE CHEST! Davis screams in pain as Stone sends the chair into him,
over and over. Davis manages to get to his stomach and takes a few to the back. He’s on his knees, fighting the pain and trying to..RIGHT TO THE HEAD!
Davis crumbles and Stone laughs. Stone manages to roll Davis into the ring, he slides in and heres the cover.

One!

Two!

Could the chair of knocked him out?

TH- Davis manages to get his arm up!

REX CALIBER: I guess I’m cheering for Davis, since Stone does own a win over me.

ROB MARTINEZ: He beat you? Ah yeah.. he did do that!

REX CALIBER: Shove it! Stone’s setting him up, pay attention!

Stone Zellor know it’ll take more and hits him a few times in the skull before bringing him back to his feet. Davis is dazed, Stone lifts him up…TOMBSTONE
PILEDRIVER! Stone has found the weak spot. He goes for the cover but only gets a two. Stone once again, giving him a couple fists to the head before taking
him back to his feet, making sure Davis doesn’t regain his composure. Irish whip…But Davis stumbles and falls to one knee. Stone hits the rope and DROPKICK!
Davis flies to the outside! The crowd hates both men but they seem to be booing Stone just a little more. Whats Stone trying to do. Davis has managed to
get to his feet…He rushes and over the top! Crossbody! CAUGHT! INTO THE POST! Stones back cracks against the pole. Davis still has him up, fallaway style.
He’s walking him around, Stone is barely one hundred and eighty pounds, this is nothing for Davis. He slides him into the ring and pulls a chair from underneath
the ring .Davis climbs to the apron, Stone is barely up to one knee. Davis is in…CHAIR TO THE BACK! Stone screams in pain and falls to the mat. CHAIR!
CHAIR! CHAIR! Stone is crawling around, trying to get away but the chair shots keep coming! Davis stops. He’s got the chair set up. He grabs hold of Stone…POWERBOMB!
NO! HURRACARANA! NO! Davis holds on! KAWADA DRIVER ONTO THE CHAIR! Stone might be dead! Davis has the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THRE- NO!

REX CALIBER: Back and forth match up! Reminds me of a match I had with Andre the Giant.

ROB MARTINEZ: RIGGHT!

Stone gets the shoulder up! Davis is in shock! He’s rough now. He easily lifts Stone by the neck and has him up firemans carry style. Could it be the Cold
Sholder? YES! NO! Stone slips out! DOUBLE KNEE BACKBREAKER! Both men are down! Stone with the desperation move! He’s crawling over to Davis trying to get
the pin. He drops an arm. One! Two! Three! Stone wins? But wait.. Jimmy Johnson called for the rope break! Stone is livid! He drags Davis to the center
of the ring. One! Two! Kickout! Stone turns him over and SCAR! It’s locked in! Right in the center of the ring! Davis is screaming! Stone torques it! Davis
has no where to go! He’s gonna tap! This could be it, new number one contender! WHAT? Davis! Look at the sheer strength! He’s up to one knee! DAVIS IS
UP! Stone is trying his hardest! Just reach the ropes! ADAM DAVIS RUNS INTO THE CORNER! Stone is squashed between the turnbuckle and man who is sixty pounds
heavier than him! But he REFUSES to let go! Davis is in pain! How much longer can he hold on! INTO THE CORNER AGAIN! Stone’s grip seems to bee loosening!
INTO THE COR- Stone jumps off! Davis sends himself into the corner! Look at Stone! He’s pointing at his head signifying he’s smarter. He turns around to
grab Da- LARIAT! STONE IS NEARLY BEHEADED! Davis with the cover! One! Two! Kickout!

ROB MARTINEZ: A TWO COUNT! I CAN’T BELIEVE IT!

Davis is just as shocked as Stone was previously in the match and lifts Stone to his feet. He throws him into the corner and drills him with a clothesline.
He keeps Stone in the corner and drills him again. He lets Stone fall limp and he slides to the outside. He pulls out a table from under the ring and slides
it in. Davis in on the apron, eyeing the table and Stone. He climbs in as Stone uses the ropes to get himself to his feet. Davis kicks him in the ribs
which sends him back down. Davis sets up the table and grabs hold of Stone Zellor. He rolls Stone on and climbs onto the table. He brings him to his feet
and kicks him in the gut. Davis looks out to the crowd, whom are booing him immensely. He spits and double underhooks the arms of Stone. CLARI- Stone breaks
the double underhook! Backhand causes Davis to lose his balance and get off the table Missile Dropkick off the table causes Davis to stumble into the ropes.
Davis gets out to regain his composure. Stone takes the table and tosses it outside. He follows after Davis who takes a club to the back and gets thrown
into the steps. Stone grabs the table and sets it up near the apron. HARD right by Davis! Stone leans into the apron trying to shake off the blow. HARD
right by Stone! DAVIS! STONE! DAVIS! STONE! BACKHAND! Davis stumbles forward and leans onto Stone who backhands him again and climbs the apron. He grabs
Davis by the hair and brings him up. TOMBSTONE! No! Davis manages to get out and get back to his feet. He pushes Stone away and Stone backs up until he
hits the corner with his back. Stone rushes! Crossbody! Caught! Oh no! CATATONIC ONTO THE TABLE!

REX CALIBER: WHAT THE HELL!

Davis is in shock. He looks at the crowd and down at the table…Which didn’t break. “What the fuck!?” says Davis.

Stone lies hardly moving on the table. Davis doesn’t know what to do. He grabs hold of Stone to keep him down and climbs up. He lifts him up to his knees
and Double Underhooks the arms. CLARI- Stone breaks it again! CLARITY BY STONE!

What?

The table didn’t break! Stone looks down at the table and swears under his breath. He drags Davis off the Table and then slides him into the ring. He then
looks back at the table and smiles. He lifts Davis up and whips him into the corner. He sits him up on the top turnbuckle and climbs up. “It’s over!” He
lifts him up for the Superplex…It’s ultimate desperation we’re seeing here from Stone.. Davis rejects it! Davis has Stone up! Stone rejects it! Stone’s
going for the suple..Davis jumps to the side! School boy powerbomb off the top rope! He’s got the pin!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of the match… ICEMAN ADAM DAVIS!

Adam Davis goes over and gets a mic quickly.

ADAM DAVIS: Another win, and another challenge met! Now… I am tired of fighting the chumps.. how about I go against a CHAMP! I’m officially cashing this
baby in…APRIL THE THIRD! BIRTHDAY BASH! Kyle Roberts, Chad Kurtis or who the hell ever! The second year of REBEL will begin… with me being crowned,
WORLD CHAMP! And finally that belt will be worth something.!

ROB MARTINEZ: Finally he has waited long enough. No more defenses… it’s official, Birthday Bash’s main event will feature Adam Davis!

——————————————————————————–

JENNY JERSEY: The following tag team match is scheduled for one fall and it is for a shot at the REBEL World Tag Team Titles! Introducing first weighing
in at two hundred forty-five pounds and hailing from Villahermosa, Tobasco, Mexico…EL REY DE CORIZONES!

El Rey de Corizones appears from behind the curtain with Montaña Rose at his side, who is carrying at basket of flowers. As he walks to the ring El Rey
blows kisses to the crowd, specifically the women. He and Montaña Rose circle the ring and begin to hand out bouquets to the women in the front row.El
Rey slides into the ring and Montaña Rose walks up the stairs to the ring. El Rey lifts up the second rope as Montaña steps into the ring. El Rey continues
waving to the crowd and then gives Montaña Rose a passionate kiss before she exits the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: El Rey is definitely in the Valentines Day spirit as you see him handing out bouquets to the women in the crowd tonight. Tonight’s event is
being broadcasted live on closed circuit t.v. in Rick Garrett’s strip clubs in the local area.

REX CALIBER: That bastard I was spitting game to that girl before the show!

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing his partner weighing in at two hundred sixty-three pounds and hailing from Turkey Cross, Kentucky…CUZIN ZEKE!

The Beverly Hillbilly’s theme begins playing and Cuzin Zeke comes out from behind the curtain and makes his way to the ring. He walks past the fans and
slides into the ring and stands in the corner by El Rey and he gives him a fist bump. The two begin to wait for their opponents to make their way to the
ring and for the match to begin.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing second weighing in at a combined weight of four hundred thirty-four pounds, “Kid Dynamite” Brent Taylor, “Black Mamba” Michael
Davidson…IMPACT INC.!

“Down with the Sickness” begins playing over the speakers in the building and Impact Inc. make their way from behind the curtain and towards the ring. It’s
an interesting intro as Both men are being pulled on a sleigh by Dextro who is on all fours and chained to it. The two receive a lukewarm reception from
the fans, but that doesn’t bother them too much. They talk shit to Dextro, smack him around a bit, then get in the ring. They slide into the ring and prepare
for their match.

Referee Alan Stone calls for the bell and the match is officially under way. El Rey de Corizones and Brent Taylor start the match. They lock up in the center
of the ring and El Rey gains the upper hand with a quick fireman’s carry. Taylor rolls away and to his feet and lands a fast dropkick sending El Rey to
the mat. Taylor goes to the mat and locks in a headlock. El Rey begins getting to his feet, Taylor still has the headlock locked in, El Rey lands a couple
of elbows to Taylor’s ribs and sends him into the ropes. Taylor off the rebound, big clothesline by El Rey sends Taylor to the mat and rolling through
the bottom rope and to the floor on the outside. El Rey hops out of the ring and grabs Taylor by the back of the neck and sends a couple of right hands
to his face. El Rey rolls Brent Taylor back into the ring and continues his offensive. Taylor gets to his feet and El Rey sends a kick to his gut and lands
a DDT in the middle of the ring and goes for the cover. Kick out after one. Taylor gets to his feet and El Rey sends a few rights to his head, Taylor blocks
them both and sends a boot to the abdomen of EL Rey de Corizones and bounces off the ropes and lands a big bulldog! Taylor goes up to the second rope and
hits a leg drop across the chest of El Rey. Taylor gets up off the mat and tags in Michael Davidson! Davidson comes in with a head full of steam and clotheslines
El Rey to the mat. Cuzin Zeke comes running into the ring and he goes down too! Davidson picks Zeke up off the mat and throws him out of the ring and follows
him to the outside. Davidson grabs Zeke by the pony tail and sends a few rights to the face and then whips Zeke into the ring stairs with authority!

ROB MARTINEZ: That could be heard throughout the building, what impact!

REX CALIBER: Montaña Rose has had some impact on me during this match. Hey, Montaña, get over here you could use some Rex Appeal!

ROB MARTINEZ: Let’s just watch the match.

Davidson goes under the ring and grabs a steel chair! Zeke gets to his feet and Davidson swings at his head, and a miss. Zeke sends a boot to Davidson’s
gut and he drops the chair, Zeke takes advantage of this and lands a DDT on the chair! Davidson is down. Meanwhile back in the ring El Rey and Taylor are
still fighting. Taylor takes down El Rey with another fireman’s carry and then follows it up with and arm bar, El Rey scrambles out and tries to land a
dropkick but Taylor ducks out of the way. Taylor grabs El Rey by the hair and whips him into the turnbuckle and follows it up with a big jumping splash
that sends El Rey stumbling out of the corner. Brent Taylor goes to the top rope and tries to land an elbow drop on the prone King of Hearts, but El Rey
rolls out of the way! Taylor squirms on the mat and El Rey goes on the offensive. El Rey lifts Taylor off the mat and whips him into the ropes and lands
a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker, Taylor holds his back on the mat. El Rey locks in an arm trap standing leg lock and Taylor tries to get to the ropes. Inching
towards the ropes, slowly but surely Taylor grabs the bottom rope with his free hand. Michael Davidson and Cuzin Zeke are still brawling on the outside
of the ring. Davidson whips Zeke into the barricade and follows it up with a clothesline that sends Zeke’s feet up into the air. Davidson lands several
blows to the face of Cuzin Zeke and has the upper hand. Davidson goes back under the ring and grabs a trash can. He pulls the trash can out from under
the ring and Cuzin Zeke runs and lands a clothesline sending him to the floor. Zeke grabs Davidson and lifts him to his feet, but Davidson with a gouge
of the eyes gets Zeke off of him. BAM! A trash can shot across Zeke’s head!

ROB MARTINEZ: A softer side to Michael Davidson, but I think we can expect him to do something insane before this match is over.

REX CALIBER: Brings a whole new meaning to taking out the trash. I’m still trying to take Montaña Rose out to a nice steak dinner on Valentines Day and
then never call her again.

ROB MARTINEZ: Do you think about anything other then women?

REX CALIBER: I think about how incredible a wrestler I was and still am.

Zeke is down on the outside and Davidson continues laying in the stomps to his head. Davidson picks Zeke up off the floor and Zeke lands a few rights and
lefts to Davidson’s abdomen and Davidson stumbles backwards. Zeke gets to his vertical base and Davidson comes running at him, spine buster on the floor!
Michael Davidson is riving in pain on the floor outside the ring. Zeke takes advantage of this and begins stomping on Davidson’s back, then lifts him up
off the floor and whips him into the ring stairs and follows it up with a big running splash. Davidson’s back has been softened up from the last few moves
from Cuzin Zeke. Taylor and El Rey are still at it back in the ring. El Rey whips Taylor into the ropes and bends forward setting up for a back body drop,
but Taylor stops and sends a kick to the chest of El Rey and follows it up with a big dropkick. El Rey de Corizones rolls out of the ring and grabs a breather.
Taylor bounces off the ropes and comes flying over the top rope and takes out El Rey! All members of this match are now on the outside. Zeke is laying
in rights to Michael Davidson’s face, Davidson blocks one and sends his own right to the face of Zeke but it’s also blocked. Zeke tries another right but
it’s blocked again, Davidson is gaining momentum and he lands several rights to the face of Cuzin Zeke. He follows it up with a Manhattan Drop and then
a clothesline! Davidson goes over to and simply grabs a fork from a fan at ringside and holds it up in the air for a second and then stalks Cuzin Zeke
as he gets to his feet. Zeke is on his feet and Davidson grabs him by the shoulder and turns him around and sticks that fork into his forehead! Zeke’s
forehead begins to trickle blood.

ROB MARTINEZ: Michael Davidson is insane!

REX CALIBER: Stick a fork in him, he’s done!

Davidson goes under the ring again and brings out a table and the crowd pops! Davidson sets up the table and then grabs Zeke and rolls him on it. Davidson
lands several more rights and then heads into the ring and to the top rope. Davidson with a huge splash off the top rope, ZEKE MOVES! Michael Davidson
crashes and burns through the table! The crowd goes wild as the two men are motionless on the outside. Taylor and El Rey are fighting inside the ring again.
El Rey whips Taylor into the ropes and lands a big powerslam off the rebound. Taylor is down and El Rey goes for a lionsault, he nails it! El Rey goes
for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THR–Kick out!

Taylor just got a shoulder up and El Rey looks surprised that he kicked out of that. El Rey scoops Taylor off the mat and grabs his arm and wrenches it.
El Rey walks over to the turnbuckle and steps up to the top rope and lands the Super Elbow Drop! Taylor goes down and El Rey goes in for the arm trap standing
leg lock. Can El Rey get the move locked in? Yes, he’s got the move locked in, in the middle of the ring. Michael Davidson enters the ring with a pizza
cutter in hand! El Rey has the move locked in on Brent Taylor and doesn’t notice Michael Davidson. Davidson slashes El Rey’s mask! El Rey’s mask has several
tears in it and Davidson tries tearing it off of him!

ROB MARTINEZ: Davidson is trying to tear off El Rey’s mask!

REX CALIBER: I tell ya, it wouldn’t take that long for me to tear of Montaña’s clothes.

ROB MARTINEZ: Again, can we just watch the damn match?!

Davidson rips and tears at the mask but El Rey won’t let him take that mask off of him. KRUSTY KID PAUL! Krusty Kid Paul has comes out from the back and
gets Dextro unhooked from the sleigh. Krusty Kid Paul’s clothes are stained purple and green and he’s limping from his brawl with Warren earlier! He picks
up the chair that was used earlier in the match and enters the ring. Davidson turns around, BAM! A HUGE CHAIR SHOT! That shot echoed throughout the building,
but Davidson did not go down! BAM! A second HUGE chair shot finally sends Davidson to the mat! Brent Taylor runs after Krusty Kid Paul but Dextro grabs
him and then Taylor also receives a big chair to the head that sends him to the mat! Referee Alan Stone has never truly had control of this match and now
it is just even more out of control. Krusty Kid Paul gets Dextro and the two head towards the back. El Rey de Corizones and Cuzin Zeke both did not notice
the interference and they each make a cover, El Rey on Taylor and Zeke on Davidson.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

JENNY JERSEY: Here are you winners EL REY DE CORIZONES AND CUZIN ZEKE!

The crowd applauds the two men and referee Alan Stone raises their hands. El Rey waives to the crowd as Montaña Rose leads him and Zeke to the back. Impact
Inc. are gaining their bearings in the ring and they then roll out of the ring and head towards the back as well.

ROB MARTINEZ: That was an incredibly intense match between these two teams. KKP gave Impact Inc. some revenge, which was served oh so cold! What’s your
take on this hard fought match Rex?

REX CALIBER: It was good, but Montaña was better, I hate to see her leave, but I love watching her go!

——————————————————————————–

With intermission going on in the arena as the cage is set up, the closed circuit broadcast shows a recap of the Kyle Roberts-Chad Kurtis rivalry. We see
the highlights begin with the ending of the Young-Roberts match at TBA.

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

EMERALD FUSION!!

Roberts collapses in pain as he covers!

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!

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

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

NARRATOR: The opportunity presented itself, and with the rules having a loophole, a loophole that has since been fixed, Chad Kurtis takes his newly won
Cup, and cashes it in for a title match. It was just coincidence the match that Roberts just had was brutal and bloody, right?

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

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

ONE!

TWO!

IS THIS REAL?

ALAN STONES COUNT OF THREE MAKES IT REAL!

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

NARRATOR: The infamous South Carolina Screwjob made Chad Kurtis a World Champ. But there was a “Rematch” clause, a clause that would be put to good use…
the next month.

ROB MARTINEZ: The champion with a low blow from behind!

REX CALIBER: Hey, Roberts shouldn’t have turned his back on THE CHAMP like that, his own damn fault. There ain’t no DQ in REBEL!

ROB MARTINEZ: Be that as it may, oh no, CK FINALE! It doesn’t matter if he can’t pinfall, if The Show hits this, Roberts will be knocked OUT for any submission
move! Here it comes — NO! ROBERTS TAKES THE LEGS OUT —

REX CALIBER: NOT AGAIN!

ROB MARTINEZ: Roberts HAS IT IN! THE BEAR-TAMER AGAIN! THE SHOW HAS TO MAKE THE ROPES OR IT’S OVER!

The crowd? THEY HAVEN’T SAT DOWN! Roberts wrenches back, screaming himself in sheer intensity. The Show tries to get to the ropes, he’s crawling, clawing,
scratching… he’s almost there…

KYLE WALKS HIM BACK TO THE CENTER OF THE RING

And then kneels down, knee right in Chad’s back, bending The Show in ways the body is not supposed to go! THE SHOW TAPS! THE SHOW TAPS!

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of the match, and ONCE AGAIN REBEL World Heavyweight Champion… STYLIN’ KYLE ROBERTS!

NARRATOR- That rematch clause was matched with yet another. Chad Kurtis would get another crack at being champ, and this time he was… STONE WALLED!

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!

NARRATOR: Controversial isn’t the word for what happened, it was much more than just controversy. This was a heinous act committed by Stone to let the World
know that he wanted GOLD! This led to Rick Garrett’s unusual match with Stone Zellor and Chad Kurtis taking on Kyle Roberts in a triple threat match. If
either man could pin Roberts, they get a shot at the gold… so Chad had to dig deep, and become SUPERMAN!

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!

NARRATOR: And the stage is set, One final contest between “Stylin” Kyle Roberts, arguably the greatest REBEL champion ever, taking on “The Show” Chad Kurtis,
arguably the greatest athlete to fight in REBEL. Inside a cage, in which the top is wrapped in Barbwire. Tonight isn’t about the past. It’s what can they
bring tonight. Will Kyle let the emotional issues of his personal life effect him, or will it fuel his fire? Will Chad ride his momentum from the last
two REBEL performances to gold, or will he forever be known as a guy who had to fight a beaten down man to be champ? Tonight, no interference, no bullshit…
tonight only one man leaves with his head held high. ONLY ONE! And two words cement the finality of it all… NO REMATCH.

——————————————————————————–

JENNY JERSEY: The following contest is the MAIN EVENT OF THE EVENING! It is a Barbwire Cage match and it is for the REBEL HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP OF THE
WORLD!

“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!”

And out comes the challenger. He receives a mixed reaction, some boos, some cheers, but everyone is doing something. It’s loud… REAL LOUD. He smiles at
the crowd and struts to the ring. He then stares up at the fifteen foot high, steel cage waiting for him. ROB MARTINEZ: Chad has been very vocal that some
fence and chicken wire won’t keep him from the title.

REX CALIBER: They ALL sound tough until they see the cage. The cage isn’t that bad, the barbwire at the top… now that will frighten the most hardcore
guys in the fed.

Chad shakes the cage a bit, and then walks through the door.

“I am the man! With the master plan!”

The champ enters through the curtain, wearing the very prized championship belt. He doesn’t seem fazed by anything. He walks straight up to the cage. He
looks it up and down, then a smile is formed. He enters the cage, followed by referee Dale McDonald, who padlocks the cage.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, from Paducah, Kentucky, now residing in Durham, North Carolina. He weighed in at two hundred twenty six pounds. He is a
former TWO TIME REBEL Carolina’s Champion! He is a former REBEL Heavyweight champion of the World. He is the True PTP’er, The Innovator of Offense, THE
SHOW… CHAD KURTIS!

The boos reign in some, but the cheers are being heard as well. The tension in the air is thick.. real thick. These two men want one thing, and right now
Kyle Roberts by all means owns it.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent, from Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan, now residing in Raleigh, North Carolina. He weighed i at two hundred sixty pounds. He is the
current reigning and defending REBEL Pro Wrestling Heavyweight Champion of the WORLD! STYLIN! KYLE ROBERTS!

The bell sounds, and three men are in that cage. Referee Dale McDonald and the two wrestlers.

ROB MARTINEZ: Notice the weight changes? Kyle gained three pounds and Chad lost four.

REX CALIBER: Yeah, Chad hasn’t been moping around like Kyle has, he been training!

The two men look at the cage, then look at themselves, then look at each other. The fans are standing up, and the anticipation is building. All the talking
done, other four matches out the window. No one will interfere. This is man versus man for supreme glory.

They go to the center of the ring and Chad offers a handshake. Kyle looks at the crowd and then lets Chad know that he doesn’t accept, cause “He’s smarter
than Chad.” Chad wipes off the offered hand and the two men lock up. Chad gets drove into the ropes and cage by the bigger Kyle Roberts. Kyle lets up and
follows it up with a WHOOO knife edge chop to the chest. Chad Kurtis smiles at him and flexes his muscles like Sting from 1990! Kyle Roberts doesn’t know
how to react as Chad tells him to bring it! Kyle attempts another but has his arm grabbed. Chad drags Kyle down and applies a Fujiwara Arm-Bar on the Champ!

ROB MARTINEZ: Chad said all week, that’d he would adapt to the environment he was gave. He has focused on a ground game it seems.

REX CALIBER: It seems as such, and he has his feet on the cage, using it for leverage.

ROB MARTINEZ: Smart move! And everything is legal in REBEL!

Chad hears the screams from the Canadian and loves it! The louder the scream the better. The Show lets go and gets up. He drops a leg down on the arm. He
picks up Kyle Roberts and Irish Whips him into the ropes. Kyle hangs onto the cage on the rebound and a drop kick attempt sees Chad hit the mat… HARD!
Kyle wastes little time and covers. ONE! And that’s all we get from that. Kyle has the advantage now and quickly turns Chad over. He kicks the lower back
of Chad, then drops a knee on it for good measure. Kyle Roberts is all about methodically picking a guy a part, and setting up his moves. Kyle drops down
and applies a modified Bow and Arrow! Chad screams as the champ wrenches.

REX CALIBER: You know how Kyle knows that move?

ROB MARTINEZ: You teach it to him?

REX CALIBER: Nah I taught to Amy before she met Kyle… though my version was MORE modified! And naked!

ROB MARTINEZ: You are one soulless individual. Can’t you see how heartbroken the man was?

REX CALIBER: Wait about thirty minutes and you’ll see a heartbroken man when this match ends. Guaranteed!

Kyle gets up and begins to stomp the back of Chad Kurtis. Kyle gets on the second rope and drops down with another knee.. THAT MISSES! Kyle Roberts hit
his knee hard. Chad gets up trying to stretch his back some, getting the feeling into it. Chad sees the limping Kyle Roberts and quickly drop kicks Kyle
in the knee, almost as fast as Kyle got up! Kyle Roberts in a prone position and Chad applies THE FIGURE FOUR LEG-LOCK!

REX CALIBER: Shades of Nature Boy Buddy Landell!

ROB MARTINEZ: Yeah I’m sure THAT’S the Nature Boy everyone thinks of when this move gets applied!

Kyle Roberts is struggling to get to the ropes. It won’t cause Chad to break the hold, but at least he can’t lose if he taps out in them! Kyle is getting
a boost from a PLEASE DON’T TAP CHANT! He feels the crowd, and not to many times have the crowd been louder than this ruckus Hard Rock Cafe! The fans aside,
Kyle must do something to get out. He puts his arm in the air, and tries to turn the move over. Chad is turning the other way, then begins punching the
knee of Kyle. Kyle won’t stop though, and FINALLY GETS IT TURNED! The Show is forced to let go, as he doesn’t want any pressure on his knees. His knees
are very important to his surviving this match.

ROB MARTINEZ: Kyle holds his knee and this is the most wrestling I’ve ever seen in a Barbwire Cage match.

Kyle limps up and Chad gets up as well. Chad showing less signs of back pain as the adrenaline must be pumping higher and higher. Kyle spots a running Chad
Kurtis. Kurtis with a FRANKENSTEINER! REVERSED INTO A POWERBOMB! Kyle points to his temple then covers. ONE! TWO! Not so fast! Chad with a shoulder up
and this match continues. Kyle, favoring his knee, sees a prone Chad. OFF THE ROPES… LIONSAULT! KNEES INTO THE STOMACH OF KYLE! Chad had the move well
scouted. Chad is up and… REVERSE STO! Kyle is out!

ONE!

TWO!

THRE- KICKOUT!

Kyle will NOT go quietly into the night. This match continues, and Chad is going up top. ELBOW DROP TO THE CHEST! Another pin fall! But Kyle gets his shoulder
up at two and seven eighths! Chad is getting more confident, or as his song goes, cocky. Kyle is down and needs to get up. Why? Cause Chad Kurtis is climbing
the cage. Kyle spots him and gets up. He gets to the opposite side of the cage, and Chad comes down after his plans are spoiled. Chad goes over toward
Kyle, who runs at Chad with a clothesline! Chad up quick and Kyle throws him into the ropes. TILT A WHIRL BACK-BREAKER! Chad writhes in pain as both men
are going full tilt for the World title!

ROB MARTINEZ: This is a classic roller coaster match up!

REX CALIBER: I’m not seeing enough of Kyle Roberts getting his ass kicked… and THAT ANGERS ME!

ROB MARTINEZ: You fight in the name of charity next week!

REX CALIBER: Yes, but that doesn’t please me now! I need satisfaction!

Kyle goes for the pin only receiving a two count. Dale McDonald has words with the complaining Kyle. Chants of GET UP SHOW! ring out throughout the theme
restaurant! Kyle looks frustrated as Chad wins the crowd over. Kyle goes to his play-book and brings out a Masa Chono original.. the STF! The back of Chad
has to be hurting in this painful move. As Kyle pulls with the crossface, Dale McDonald checks for a submission. Chad will not give as the fans start to
chant: PLEASE DON’T TAP! Well both men have heard that tonight, so apparently they never want this match to end. A near pro Kyle, mixed Chad crowd is pretty
much cheering both men equally now! Chad is in the middle of the ring, and has no way out. He starts flailing his arms backward, trying to escape… and
Kyle gets accidentally nicked in the eye. He breaks the hold quickly and Dale McDonald checks his eye. Kyle is having a hard time seeing the ref’s fingers.
Dale asks him if he can continue, and a FUCK YEAH is heard no matter if you are the front row to the people in the back. Chad Kurtis gets up slowly, as
Kyle winces to see him. Chad comes toward Kyle who is leaning on the ropes/cage and Kyle grabs Chad’s head and smashes it into the cage. Chad bounces off
and has a trickle of blood coming from his forehead. Kyle pounces on Chad, and begins hitting him with lefts and rights. Both men wrapped up their hands
real good, so it’s heavily taped fists landing. The cut is widened and the blood flows freely.

ROB MARTINEZ: Chad pissed Kyle off, but he didn’t mean to hit him in the eye.

REX CALIBER: Kyle just turned it up a notch, but nevertheless the move was broken. Now can Chad survive the onslaught of this pounding.

Kyle gets off him and sees blood on his hands. And a sick smile comes on Kyle’s face. The crowd pops big time as they know the match has just been turned
around. Chad is up and trying to climb the cage. Is he looking for a huge high spot? It doesn’t matter, Kyle isn’t gonna let it happen. He starts climbing
too and they are eye to eye with themselves and barbwire. Chad’s head is pushed forward, but Chad muscles up to stop it… centimeters from the barb wire.
He elbows Kyle and grabs his head, RAKING IT IN THE BARB WIRE! KYLE ROBERTS FALLS HARD TO THE MAT! Chad sees him… SPINNING LEG DROP FROM UP HIGH! THE
SHOW COVERS KYLE!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE! NOPE, NOT YET! Kyle somehow, someway gets a shoulder up. Instinct perhaps. The Show is bloody and looks to be in near tears. He thought he had him.
Chad gets frustrated and begins to wail on the head of Kyle Roberts. The already blood stained mat from earlier bloody matches is stained further as pool
of blood gathers under the head of Kyle. This is a mess and both men will start losing energy quick. Stamina building exercises don’t help a man when he
loses blood. Kyle has more than his hands with blood on them. It’s all in his hairy chest as well. Chad staggers up and waits in the corner. Kyle tries
getting up and is on one knee. SHINING WIZARD FROM CHAD KURTIS… DUCKED. Kyle gets up quick and SUPER KICK FROM KYLE ROBERTS? INDEED! Chad is out. Kyle
can’t cover but uses the time to get to his feet.

ROB MARTINEZ: Roberts is a damn mess. Maybe only the TBA street fight have I seen him bleed like this.

REX CALIBER: He isn’t the only man stuck here.. Chad isn’t exactly slowing down on the blood loss. This match might be decided on who has thicker blood.

Chad finally rises. Kyle is propped against the cage and ropes. A weird smile comes across both men’s face. They nod to one another, and meet in the middle
of the ring. The bump knuckles in a show of respect? This is INSANE! They tie up and Kyle gets caught in side headlock. He shoots Chad into the ropes,
off the rebound Kyle gets Chad in position for the MOOSE JAW DRIVER! IT CONNECTS! The cover, the hook of the leg:

ONE!

TWO!

THREE? NOPE! Foot on the ropes interrupts the count. Kyle is bloody as hell but points to his head. He grabs the legs of Chad Kurtis and… BEAR TAMER!
ROB MARTINEZ: He won back the World title with this very move. How does Chad survive this?

Kyle has it locked in good. He has him in the middle of the ring. Chad balls his fist up and then opens it. The crowd begin another PLEASE DON’T TAP CHANT!

But Chad has not choice but to…

BALL IT BACK UP!

Chad flails around a minute then squirms and crawls backward contorting his body, getting through the legs of Kyle. Kyle tries to stomp him but had his
foot caught. He gets tripped up. Both men get up virtually at the same time. Both men face each other. Toe kick from Chad Kurtis! CK FINALE CONNECTS! CK
FINALE CONNECCCCTS! The academic cover! Chad covers nonchalantly!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT! KICKOUT! KICKOUT!

REX CALIBER: How the fuck did that happen?

ROB MARTINEZ: ….

Chad is in shock. Kyle is still out though. He ain’t moving.

REX CALIBER: Chad is making a HUGE MISTAKE! He is climbing the cage. This is not going to end well.

ROB MARTINEZ: He wanted his “Snuka moment” and he is gonna scale the cage.

Kyle still is somewhat out. Bleeding still, barely moving. Chad is near the top of the cage. He looks back at Kyle. He looks to the fans. The are ALL CHANTING…
SHOW…SHOW…SHOW! He climbs all the way up, disregarding the poor footing cause of the barbwire. Kyle Roberts hasn’t moved, but it could be a possum
move.

Chad rolls his hands over themselves. HE DIVES… and you see it like in slow motion

180 DEGREES

360 DEGREES

480 DEGREES

560 DEGREES

SIX HUNDRED AND FIFTY DEGREE SPLASH….

CONNNNECCTTTS!!!!!

THE COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

THE CROWD EXPLODES!

ROB MARTINEZ: OHHH MY GOD! UN FUCKING BELIEVABLE! 3 and half turns off the cage. And it wouldn’t be possible if the CK Finale wouldn’t have been hit.

REX CALIBER: All the credit in the world goes to Kyle Roberts for on guts and instinct ALONE survived the CK Finale. But a 650 splash?

JENNY JERSEY: The winner and NEEEEEW REBEL HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE WORLD… THE SHOOOWW! CHAD KURTIS!

Chad is receiving the belt and is asking for the mic.

CHAD KURTIS: They ain’t many feelings like this. This is my Super Bowl! I want to tell each and every fan in here tonight, the ones back in Raleigh watching
on the screen. The South Carolina Screw Job wasn’t something I am proud of. THIS IS ME ASKING FOR FORGIVENESS! I proved to everyone that I didn’t need
to cheat to win. Most of all, I showed MYSELF! THANK YOU FANS! I LOVE YOU ALL!

And as the show ends we see a dazed Kyle Roberts get up. He looks weird in his expression. He offers his hand in respect, the same notion turned down by
Kyle earlier. Chad looks at it, as blood goes all over the belt. HE SHAKES IT! The two exchange respectful words as Kyle exits to let Chad have his moment.
This event was damn sure bloody. But maybe it’s the spirit of the holiday, but the fans LOVED IT ALL! And a man who walked in with just a few cheers, just
won over the entire Carolinas! THE SHOW… STEALS THE SHOW!

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!

——————————————————————————–
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!

——————————————————————————–

“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 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!

——————————————————————————–

JENNY JERSEY: The following contest 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.

——————————————————————————–

***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.

——————————————————————————–

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 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?

——————————————————————————–

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 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!

——————————————————————————–

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. 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!

——————————————————————————–

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 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!

——————————————————————————–

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!

——————————————————————————–

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.

——————————————————————————–

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!

——————————————————————————–

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.

——————————————————————————–

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.

——————————————————————————–

INTERMISSION TO SET UP CAGE!

——————————————————————————–

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.

——————————————————————————–

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!

——————————————————————————–

“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!

——————————————————————————–

***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.

——————————————————————————–

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.

——————————————————————————–

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.

——————————————————————————–

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 levitra brand 20 mg 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.

——————————————————————————–

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 http://viagraincanada-onlinerx.com/ 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.

——————————————————————————–

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 http://viagraincanada-onlinerx.com/ 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!

——————————————————————————–

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.

——————————————————————————–

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.

how long cialis stay in your system

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.

——————————————————————————–

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!

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!

——————————————————————————–
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!

——————————————————————————–

“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!

——————————————————————————–

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.

——————————————————————————–

***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.

——————————————————————————–

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?

——————————————————————————–

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!

——————————————————————————–

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!

——————————————————————————–

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!

——————————————————————————–

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!

——————————————————————————–

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.

——————————————————————————–

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!

——————————————————————————–

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.

——————————————————————————–

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.

——————————————————————————–

INTERMISSION TO SET UP CAGE!

——————————————————————————–

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.

——————————————————————————–

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!

——————————————————————————–

“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!

——————————————————————————–

***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.

——————————————————————————–

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.

——————————————————————————–

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.

——————————————————————————–

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.

——————————————————————————–

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.

——————————————————————————–

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!

——————————————————————————–

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.

——————————————————————————–

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.

——————————————————————————–

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!