Aerial Assault 2009 08/04/2009

Aerial Assault 2009
08/04/2009
The Rebel Arena is filling up nicely, with people finding their seats, people buying merchandise, and people just hoping to get a glimpse of their favorite
Rebel Pro wrestlers. Mack and Chad Kurtis are over in a corner discussing something with enthusiasm as they sign autographs for the Rebel Pro fans. Mack
obviously asks Chad a question because immediately Chad begins to nod vigorously.

JENNY JERSEY: The following match is the opening contest of Aerial Assault 2009 and is a tag team triple threat match with a twenty minute time limit…
“Cyberwatse” hits the speakers as from the back to a loud silence is Sons of Destruction.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first at a total combined weight of five hundred and seventy pounds… Kayoken and Devastation… THE SONS OF DESTRUCTION!

Still no reaction as “Damone” hits the speakers and CamaLoss emerge through the curtain.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing their opponents, at a total combined weight of four hundred and fifteen pounds… Cizin Camal and Alexander Banning-Loss… CAMALOSS!
“Why Don’t We Do It In The Road” hits and finally a reaction as from the back, wiggling, shaking, rattling and rolling is Mike “Assman” Trey to the delight
of the fans, but he is not alone as Dr. Tittylover emerges from the back. Dr. Tittylover immediately spots a chubby in the front row and makes his way
over quickly, Assman just laughs.

“All Black” hits and there is another big pop for the Rebel Pro World Champion as “Incredible” Mack emerges through the curtains. He walks up beside Assman
and nods.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing the final team into this triple threat… at a total combined weight of five hundred and fifteen pounds, MIKE “ASSMAN” TREY and
your Rebel Pro World Champion… “INCREDIBLE” MACK!

Mack and Assman walk down to the ring as Dr. Tittylover continues talking to the lady in the front row, he writes down something on a piece of paper. The
paper goes into his pocket and he walks down to the ring.

DING DING

One man from each team stands in the squared circle, Assman for his team, Alexander for CamaLoss, and Kayoken for Sons of Destruction; each circles around
the ring. Lockup, Assman with a drop toe hold to Kayoken that sends him into Alexander who trips over the falling man. Assman up with a leg drop across
Alex’s neck. Mike reaches to tag his partner into the match, Mack comes in, he throws Alex into the corner, he whips Kayoken into Alex, following up with
a big splash. Assman dives through the ropes to take out Camal with a spear as Mack turns to meet Devastation with a big right hand sending the bigger
man backwards into the ropes. Mike runs at Mack, who has a forearm placed over Devastation’s throat, but turns to toss Assman up into the air. Assman comes
down with a crossbody sending Devastation over the top rope, Mike catches himself on the apron to slap hands with Mack. The current World Champion turns
to meet Kayoken with a clothesline sending him down to the canvas, here comes Alexander, Mike with a leg lariat takes him down and the thrown together
team of Mack and Mike are working extremely well together.

ROB MARTINEZ: M and M are dominating here.

COREY TAYLOR: What is your point, oh master of the great unknown?

Kayoken gets up, behind Mack, Devastation hands him a steel chair, he whacks Mack in the back of the knee with the weapon before turning to nail Mike in
the face with the perfectly legal weapon. Kayoken turns, but Camal knees him in the forehead sending him down. He lifts Kayoken up, but Mack with a boot
to his midsection sends him crashing to the canvas with Kayoken to land on top of him. Mack jumps into the air with a splash and lands on top of them all,
but Devastation breaks up the pin before it can happen. Devastation with a big right stumbling Mack into the corner. Devastation with a shoulder block,
and a lifted knee doubles the World Champion over in the corner.

COREY TAYLOR: Devastation seems to have the World Champ’s number in this opening match.

ROB MARTINEZ: Mack will turn it around, true champions have a way of doing that.

Devastation with a elbow drop to the back of Mack’s head. Here comes Assman, but he is cut off by Alexander and Camal who send him down to the canvas with
a double hip toss. They lift Kayoken up into the air with a double vertical suplex and drop him on top of Assman; these two working as if they have the
same mind.Assman whipped into the ropes similtaneously as Kayoken is sent into the ropes. Clothesline to Assman, clothesline to Kayoken, double leg drop,
back up, double elbow drop. In the corner Mack begins to fight back from the doubled over position with a series of quick rights and lefts. Devastation
is caught off-guard from the suddeness of the blows. Mack stands back up with a look of rage on his face from the injustice and his being manhandled. Mack
with a right sends Devastation back, another sends him back further. Mack with a boot to the gut, even flow DDT to the canvas. Mack looks up to find CamaLoss
getting a pin on Kayoken and Assman. He charges over, pulling up Camal by the hair, delivering a right into his face as he stomps on the back of Alexander’s
skull. Mack whips Alexander into the ropes, delivers a big back body right into an Assman neckbreaker. Assman hooks the leg as Mack tosses Camal and Kayoken
over the top rope.

One… Two… Three.

DING! DING! DING!

JENNY JERSEY: Winners of the match, the team of Mike “Assman” Trey and the Rebel Pro World Champion… Mack!

ROB MARTINEZ: These two men worked extremely well together.

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah, but lets face it, they are not up to the caliber of FTC.

“Heavy Metal Machine” hits up as Mikey walks from the back, microphone in his hand. Staring up at the ring, he smirks as he pats his Tag Team Championship
belt over his shoulder. Mikey claps for the victory that Assman and Mack just had.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Assman, you want to beat us at a later date, well, too bad(Mikey shrugs his shoulders) just ain’t going to happen.

The crowd is booing this intrusion heavily.

MIKEY MASSACRE: See, you know you and any partner you choose can’t stand up to the force that is FTC. You can choose that over grown waste of talent Mack
in the ring or your beloved Dr. Tittylover to be your partner, it really doesn’t matter.

Mack looks insulted as Assman just leans over the top rope to watch Mikey.

MIKEY MASSACRE: See, for too damn long, I’ve not had a chance at the Rebel Pro World title, I haven’t had a chance to get my hands on that gold. Frankly,
I want that shot and if Mack is the fighting champion he thinks himself to be well…

Mack yells something out, but the booing crowd distorts what he says.

MIKEY MASSACRE: What I’m saying Mack is that I an challenging you to a match, next week, for that Rebel Pro World Title. You have said that you want your
hands on an FTC member, well, here is your chance.

Mack tells Mikey to come on down and get him some, but Mikey just laughs as he shakes his head.

MIKEY

MASSACRE: Oh yeah and Mike, when you can get the ring rust off of Dr. Tittylover, you and him… come and try to wrest these belts from Zeke and myself.
Because it is going to feel damn good to be a World Champion and a Tag Champion, something you wouldn’t know about Mike, because the only time you can
hold gold… is when someone else is handling the workload.

“Boooooooooo”

Mikey turns to the crowd, a smirk filling his face.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Just like tonight, Mack does the work and who picks up the pinfall? Who was it Mack? Who got the victory? Who made the final pin?

Mack turns to Mike, seeming to not care, but to assure Mike that it doesn’t botther him; Mikey takes it to mean something else.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Exactly, see you next week Mack, keep that belt warm for me.

ROB MARTINEZ: Wow, a challenge from Mikey Massacre for next week!

COREY TAYLOR: Mikey is going to be a dual champion!

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Jenny Jersey is in the ring and the next match is set to begin and as “Unstoppable” – E.S. Posthumus starts to play, Jenny brings the mic up to her lips
(lucky mic).

JENNY JERSEY: REBEL fans please welcome from Devon, Pennsylvania. Standing six feet two inches, and weighing two hundred and eighty-five pounds SAM SKULL!
The crowd boos as Sam Skull makes his way to the ring and seems to actually enjoy the fact that he is hated. He gets to the ring and awaits his opponent
while doing his best to piss off the crowd. The crowd waits for Skull’s scheduled opponent but he doesn’t show and is handed a card by the referee.

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen unfortunately Duncan Aries has been called away and will not be able to be with us tonight.

The crowd starts to boo and chant “We want a match, We want a match!”

COREY TAYLOR: Will you listen to those idiots? I mean can they really be upset about not having to watch Aries stink up the joint? I mean that guy is envious
of Barry Horowitz’s win-loss record.

ROB MARTINEZ: Duncan is a fine competitor and I hope that whatever emergency occurred to lead to his absence here tonight works out for the best. That being
I’m inclined to agree with the fans…

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah birds of a feather flock together. You’re just like these idiot sheep-like fans here. Sam Skull was prepared to face Duncan Aries so
even if another opponent COULD be found it would be unfair to Skull. Besides like it says on the commercials “card subject to change without notice.” So
the fans will just have to suck it up.

ROB MARTINEZ: Not here, this is REBEL Pro Wrestling. So I’m sure someone will step up to fight Sam Skull.

In fact Jenny is trying to get the fans’, who are still chanting, attention as Sam Skull looks smug and mouths off to the fans about his paid day off now.
Jenny unable to get the chanting to stop yells into the mic.

JENNY JERSEY: REBEL FANS YOU WERE PROMISED A MATCH AND YOU WILL GET ONE!

The fans cheer and allow Jenny, now with a smile on her face to introduce Sam’s opponent. “Fly” by Nickleback plays through the speakers as one half of
Nite Tyme from Raleigh, North Carolina

JENNY JERSEY: He is one half of Nite Tyme standing six feet even and weighing two hundred and twenty-five pounds he is JUSTIN THYME! Tyme soaks in the huge
pop from the fans as he sprints to the ring; Sam Skull looks very unhappy about his new opponent and stomps on Justin as he tries to slide in under the
ring. Jenny bails from the ring as the ref calls for the bell.

DING DING

Justin finally manages to gain his feet and tries to retaliate against the brutal Skull. Justin fires several ineffectually rights into Sam’s mid-section.
Skull retaliates with a vicious elbow to the back of Justin’s neck. Tyme is driven down to one knee and is “helped” to a vertical base by Skull. Justin
is driven into the mat with a Tiger Driver by Skull. Tyme is dazed and Skull covers and only gets a two count. As Sam argues with the ref Justin seizes
the opportunity to try and mount an offense. Tyme fires a few forearm shots to the head that staggers Skull slightly. Justin hits the ropes and flies off
with a flying forearm that knocks Sam down. Tyme celebrates briefly but Skull is already back on his feet. Justin doesn’t know yet but does when Skull
victimizes him with a German Suplex. Justin lands fully on the back of his neck. Another cover for Skull and again Justin barely kicks out. Skull wanting
to put Justin away sits him and connects with a Diamondhead. Skull takes time to gloat and is rolled up by Tyme for a two count. A very smart desperation
move by Tyme but now he’s paying for it. Skull is just unloading on Justin head and neck area. Skulls drills Tyme with a Burning Hammer. With Justin down
a sick smile comes over Skull’s face and he allows Justin to make it to his feet before throwing him in the corner. With Justin trapped in the corner Skull
with a barrage of vicious kicks and elbows to the head and neck of his opponent.

COREY TAYLOR: Sam Skull with a beautiful masterpiece here tonight.

ROB MARTINEZ: He is viciously beating poor Justin senseless.

The only thing keeping Justin on his feet is the ropes but he finally slumps to the mat. Justin seems to be out on his feet if not seriously injured. Skull
hauls Justin and finally hits his very high impact Ganso Bomb finisher. Sam covers and the ref counts to two… and… wait Skull pulls Justin up and stops
the count!

ROB MARTINEZ: What did he do that for?

COREY TAYLOR: Easy, he isn’t finished sending a messege just yet.

Sam Skull applies his Skull Clutch to Justin Tyme who is too out of it to even tap out and passes out from the move and beating he’s taken and mercifully
the match is finally over.

COREY TAYLOR: Ah, humiliation is such a wonderful thing.

ROB MARTINEZ: Is that the way you felt when Jenny turned you down for a date?

COREY TAYLOR: Do…. do… do… she never… I never… call the damn match.

ROB MARTINEZ: And a zinger from Mr. Martinez.

JENNY JERSEY: Your winner by submission…… SAM SKULL!

Sam Skull calls for a microphone, as the referee assists Justin Tyme out of the ring. He snarls as he raises the microphone to his lips.

SAM SKULL: I just demonstrated to all of you idiots (Sam points to the fans) just WHY I am the best wrestler in this wrestling god forsaken company. I just
demonstrated WHY I am the most malicious combatant in professional wrestling. Getting in a wrestling ring with Sam Skull is like taking a walk through
Central Park, New York… you pray that you’ll emerge on the other side… ALIVE!

The fans boo Sam as he pauses for breath, glistening with sweat from the match where he’d just torn Justin Tyme apart.

SAM SKULL: What you idiots just saw was a WARNING! A warning to the rest of the REBEL-Pro idiots. You wanna get inside the ring with Sam Skull… you suffer
the consequences. You want to wrestle me… you leave here in a body bag. I will destroy all of those high-spot hacks… those one trick ponies AND…
those grinder monkeys who dance to the tune of steel chairs colliding. I will PROVE… to ALL REBEL-Pro that I’m not just a man… I’m a GOD… DAMNED…
WRESTLING… LEGACY!

Skull drops the microphone and climbs to the second turnbuckle, eyeballing the fans in attendance as E.S. Posthumus hits the speakers proclaiming his victory.
ROB MARTINEZ: Listen to the arrogance of Sam Skull. Listen to these fans. He’s been here five minutes and they all ready hate him. The arrogance is sickening.
COREY TAYLOR: As Sam would say, these “idiots” wouldn’t know talent when they saw it. Sam Skull is going to clean up REBEL-Pro, Rob. You heard it yourself.
FTC may need to look at this guy, he could be the newest member.

ROB MARTINEZ: That’s what worries, me.

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“Oddities” hits the speakers as from the back come The Freak and Shut Down. They make their way to the ring, no presents, no gifts, but a determined look
on their faces and in their body language. The Freak Show are standing in the middle of the ring, each holding a mic in there hands.

Shut Down: Well hello there REBEL Pro fans. Welcome to the first installment of The Side Show. Today we have some very important shit to talk about.

Freak: That’s right my friends, tonight we talk about what is without a doubt the most foul smelling, shit licking, fudge packing, group to ever assemble
in the history of professional wrestling.

Shut Down: (looking somewhat confused) I thought Young Money split up? Oh you mean FTC, my bad.

Freak: Yes, that is correct good sir; I do in fact mean FTC. Now I have to be honest with everyone here tonight. We really don’t care about Mikey and his
so called truth. So he thinks that the wrestling industry in North America is appalling. Well then he should move his decrepit ass to Japan.

Shut Down: He wants to blame all you guys here in the audience for every thing he doesn’t like about this business. Well we say (BLEEP) YOU PUSSY! You need
to get your head out of your ass and stop blaming every one else for your problems.

Freak: But what we do care about is competition, and fair competition. And that just isn’t happening with you and your band of cock-sucking merry men. You
think you can spread you little message by interfering with other peoples matches and hitting people from behind? Well that’s about to stop.

Shut Down: You see The Freak and I are going to get involved every time you guys try and sneak attack, bully, jump, or gang up on anyone here in REBEL.
Mikey, Zeke, Black and Hostile you guys are in your final days here. So you either play nice from now on, or you answer to us.

Freak: Now I know Shut Down and I aren’t the only ones here who are sick of FTC running around like they think they can do what ever they want. So I’m going
to take this moment to invite any one in that locker room down here to stand with The Freak Show and put a stop to FTC for good.

Boom! Boom! Boom!!! Footsteps sounds to be going through the loudspeakers, as the sounds of the Freak’s voice seems to has awaken a beast. The green spot
lights started to strobe the arena, as everyone stands up as if a new superstar was about to make an grand entrance.

Mack! Mack! Mack!!!…“The Incredible” MACK!!!

The fans erupts, as a new the new theme song from Mack comes on, and Mack with World Championship over his shoulders, walks through black curtains glowing
in nothing but green, with a new wardrobe and all. He walks slowly towards the ring. He then circle the ring, before finally getting in. ShutDown hands
the champ the mic, and waves his hands down as if he’s a King or Prince.

Mack gets on the mic.

Mack:: Yo!

Fans starts to cheer.

Mack:: Now I know some of you maybe wondering what am I doing out here. And that FreakShow and Mack, has nothing in common, hell I bet some are WONDERING!!!
Why the hell will I be out here with the incident that happen a few months back, when they dressed up as Jason and struck, Young Money!

Mack:: But the past is behind me, Young Money is dead. Whatever they had against Young Money is officially just Jer$ey. Mack is a non-Young Money star.
I’m too damn Incredible for that shit.

Fans Cheer…

Mack:: Now, what may have bought the champ out here, is the simple fact, that I agree with all the words the FreakShow has mention about FTC. Once again,
FTC needs to be put out like a wildfire. Seriously! And with me standing besides the former and soon to be FUTURE Tag Team Champions! The job will get
done!

Mack turns to The Freak and ShutDown. And shakes there hands.

Mack:: I got your back with any altercations with FTC. Trust and believe me, I hate them guys as much as you do!

Freak: Anyone else willing to…

“They say I’m cocky, but I say what?”

The crowd explodes, drowning out the last few words of Freak’s sentence. From the back comes “The Show” Chad Kurtis, Carolinas title draped over his shoulder.
He looks to the crowd before walking on down to the ring where he climbs up the steps. Freak hands him the microphone and Chad takes it. Again he looks
to the crowd, to the three men assembled in the ring, and to the mic. He stares at the microphone as he begins to speak.

Chad Kurtis: “I’m the first Triple Crown winner in Rebel Pro history.”

The yells get louder.

Chad Kurtis: “I’ve fought through injury, through pain, I’ve fought through a group calling themselves the Extreme Elite.”

“Show! Show! Show! Show! Show!”

Chad Kurtis: “The Extreme Elite said they would end me, the filth they spread here was supposed to stop me…”

“SHOW! SHOW! SHOW! SHOW!”

Chad Kurtis: “But… look who’s still standing!”

Chad lifts his head up to look at the crowd, he spins around pointing at each of them in turn.

Chad Kurtis: “You are the reason I’m still standing, you are the reason we were able to get rid of Extreme Elite.”

Cheers still fill the arena as Freak, Shut Down, and Mack look at Chad Kurtis.

Chad Kurtis: “And you all will be the reason that FTC… will not last either.”

He turns to Freak, Shut Down, and Mack.

Chad Kurtis: “Mack, you asked me at the beginning of the show if I wanted to help out, I agreed immediately. I thought it was just going to be you and me,
but we’ve got two of the best in Rebel Pro to help us out. So…”

Chad Kurtis waits as the cheers die down, they are waiting.

Chad Kurtis: “I’m in.”

Explosion does not describe the noise well enough, each and every fan stand up cheering, yelling, or clapping their approval. All four men shake hands and
exit the ring, determined to rid Rebel Pro of FTC.

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“Essence of Wounds” by Lamented Souls hit the speakers as Derrick Daze walks from the back to a mixed reaction from the crowd.

JENNY JERSEY: From Jefferson City Missouri, he stands at five feet ten inches and weighs in at one hundred and eighty-five pounds… DERRICK DAZE!

“The Oddities” by ICP hit the speakers as the biggest man in Rebel Pro walks through the curtain to a mixed reaction from the crowd. He is carrying a bag
of something in his hands. Shut Down also gets a mixed reaction from the crowd as he comes out carrying a steel chair and handing out t-shirts.

JENNY JERSEY: From anywhere and everywhere, he stands at seven feet two inches and weighs in at three hundred and fifty pounds… SHUT DOWN!

COREY TAYLOR: Can you see what the t-shirts that Shut Down is handing out says? Toss me one!

ROB MARTINEZ: (Catches a shirt) Here you go.

COREY TAYLOR: Awesome design here with Goliath on the front holding David’s severed head and on the back it reads, “It’s going to take more then a slingshot.”
I like it a lot. That is it I am cheering for Shut Down.

ROB MARTINEZ: You are easily and cheaply bought but I believe we are supposed to be fair and neutral.

COREY TAYLOR: Whatever, let’s just watch as Shut Down destroys Daze.

Dale McDonald calls for the bell as both men are standing in the center of the ring staring each other down. Daze has to be wondering exactly how you can
take down Shut Down. Shut Down hands his steel chair to Daze and he tosses it out of the ring as he attempts to use his speed to gain the advantage first
with a standing dropkick then a springboard elbow but both seem to have little effect as Shut Down just stands there and smiles almost daring Daze to give
him his best shot.

COREY TAYLOR: See I told you that Derrick Daze had no chance in this match. He can’t even get Shut Down off his feet.

ROB MARTINEZ: I really wish you would just shut up and watch the match. To be honest it would be nice if you would do your job and be neutral for a change.
I have to be honest and say that things ain’t looking too good for Daze right now but it is early.

Daze climbs to the top turnbuckle going for a high risk move to try and take this giant off his feet. Daze goes for a frog Splash but is caught by Shut
Down. The fans can’t believe the power of this man as he just carries Daze around the ring before delivering a sidewalk slam that seems to knock the breath
out of Daze. Shut Down feels he has this match won early as he goes for the pin. McDonald slides into place and starts the count…

ONE…

TWO…

Kickout somehow by Derrick Daze. Shut Down gets an evil look in his eye like now he wants to punish Daze as he climbs out of the ring to get a steel chair,
but allows Daze time to regroup. Shut Down tosses the chair under the ropes and climbs back in as Daze just waits patiently. Shut Down prepares to hit
Daze with the chair but Daze surpises him with a dropkick that shakes him but the big man stays on his feet. Daze keeps his momentum going with a springboard
clothesline but Shut Down is still on his feet. Daze feels the need to live in the moment as he once again climbs to the top turnbuckle this time landing
a picture perfect flying cross body block that not only takes the giant down but pins him on the mat but Daze doesn’t even manage to get a one count as
Shut Down toss him off like a sack of potatoes. Daze attempts to keep the momentum with a leg sweep but Shut Down just picks him up by his shoulder and
prepares to take him for a ride via a two hand choke slam but Daze managers to reverse it into some kind of dropkick causes Shut Down to drop him hard
to the mat.

ROB MARTINEZ: Daze sure ain’t just laying low and taking a beating from Shut Down. He is trying to use his speed against him.

COREY TAYLOR: But it is not working too good for him after all Shut Down is a freaking giant. How can you beat a giant?

ROB MARTINEZ: I believe I read somewhere a slingshot worked once.

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah but that was with divine intervention and I don’t think Daze can count on that.

Shut Down picks Daze up and delivers a two hand choke slam as he continue to dominate this match up. Daze bones cracked from the impact of the choke slam
but Shut Down doesn’t seem to be done with him yet as he jerks Daze off the mat and places him in a torture rack. Shut Down has it locked in good but somehow
Daze manages to get him off balance allowing Daze to escape and execute the back cracker then retrieve the steel chair from earlier. Daze delivers a chair
shot across the back of Shut down that seems to have little or no effect on Shut Down. Daze delivers another chair shot to the big man’s back that destroys
the chair but Shut Down still remains on his feet as he turns around to face Daze Daze tosses the chair at Shut Down then delivers a standing dropkick
into it that takes Shut Down to one knee.

ROB MARTINEZ: What is it going to take to get this man down? Truth is Shut Down has been the better man all match long and when Daze does get some momentum
he still can’t get the man down.

COREY TAYLOR: I hate to say I told you so but…

ROB MARTINEZ: Save it Taylor the fat lady hasn’t sang yet.

COREY TAYLOR: I didn’t even know your mother was in the building tonight.

ROB MARTINEZ: Listen here you little Jack Jones clone why don’t you just do your job as a color commentator and never talk about my mother again.

Daze springboards off the ropes as he goes for a cross body block but Shut Down manages to catch him despite being on one knee and stands up and delivers
a massive power slam. Daze slide out of the ring to the apron as he tries to regroup as he realizes that the gameplan he came into this match with just
ain’t working. Daze slide back into the ring with a steel chair in hand but before he is able to use it Shut Down grabs it from him and executes a power
bomb before going for the pin as the ref slides into position for the count…

ONE…

TWO…

THREE…

No, Dale McDonald is holding up two fingers as he says Daze got his foot on the ropes just in time for the three count. Both men get back to their feet
with Daze holding his back at this time he realize he is going to take something close to a miracle for him to get a victory here but he ain’t giving up
yet as he delivers a serious of standing dropkicks that seem to catch the big fellow off guard forces him towards the ropes. Daze goes for a baseball slide
to attempt to take out the legs of Shut Down but the big man stomps on Daze’s chest ending his momentum and maybe his night as he picks him up and positions
him for “The Shake Machine” but Daze manages to get free and deliver a springboard DDT into the steel chair that everyone seems to have forgotten about
as Daze makes the cover…

ONE…

TWO…

THREE…

Shut Down kicks out but it was too late as despite being dominated all night by Shut Down, Derrick Daze walks or limps away with the victory.

JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner and the new number one contender… DERRICK DAZE!

COREY TAYLOR: I can’t believe it, I just can’t believe. Someone up there must like Daze because it took divine intervention to beat the giant.

ROB MARTINEZ: What ever it took Derrick Daze is the winner and the new number one contender.

COREY TAYLOR: Well at least Vincent will destroy Chad Kurtis in our next match.

Shut Down exits the ring, anger written all over his face as Jenny Jersey hands Derrick Daze the Rebel Pro #1 Contender’s Cup to him. Daze looks down at
the cup and back to Shut Down before giving a nod to him.

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“Carbomb” by Acacia Strain hits the PA system and immediately the fans begin to boo tremendously.

JENNY JERSEY: This contest is scheduled for one fall for REBEL-Pro Carolinas Championship… Introducing the challenger… weighing in at three-hundred
and forty one pounds…

Vincent Black emerges from the back with a despicable snarl across his face and makes his way down the ramp while trash is thrown at him.

JENNY JERSEY: …hailing from Glen Falls, New York… he is… VIN-CENT BLLLLLLLL-ACK!

As soon as Jenny announces the challenger, the boos grow louder. Black ignores the response, stepping up onto the apron and over the top rope, into the
ring awaiting the champion. The music changes to “Cocky” by Kid Rock and the fans explode into cheers for the Carolinas Champion.

JENNY JERSEY: AND his opponent… from Paducah, Kentucky…. weighing in at two-hundred and thirty pounds… he is the REBEL-Pro Carolinas Champion… The
SHOOOOWWW…. CHAD… KUR… TIS!

And as the Champion comes out from the back, fist raised above his head, the fans roar their approval. He jogs down to the ring, slapping high fives with
fans on the way. Chad climbs the steps and through the ropes, removing his belt from his waist and thrusting it into the air to another cheer before handing
it to the referee.

ROB MARTINEZ: Listen to the reaction these fans are giving the Show, Chad Kurtis. The REBEL-Pro Carolinas Champion, Corey.

COREY TAYLOR: I think these fans are all completely backwards, Rob. But they’ll learn their lesson with Vincent Black removes that belt from The Show’s
waist and raises it above his head victoriously.

The referee calls for the bell and Vincent Black calls for a test of strength. The Show looks to the fans before hitting him with a dropkick to the knee
which doesn’t bring the big man down. He bounds to his feet and nails a second dropkick to the knee, bringing Black to one knee.

ROB MARTINEZ: Bring down the tall timber by chopping away at the base of the tree, Corey. Chad Kurtis KNOWS he cannot beat Vincent Black on his feet.

COREY TAYLOR: On his feet. In the air. On the mat. Chad Kurtis can’t beat Black ANYWHERE, Rob. AN-NEE-WHERE!

Kurtis hits the ropes, leaps steps onto Vince’s bent knee and hits a Shining Wizard into Black’s face, bringing down the big man to a cheer. Kurtis bounces
to his feet and heads for the ropes, leaps onto the middle rope for a Lionsault but Black pulls the knees up. Kurtis lands chest first on them. He falls
flat on his back and Black covers… ONE! TWO! Kickout!

COREY TAYLOR: Look at the genius of Vincent Black, Rob. That idiot Kurtis telegraphed that moonsault and all it took was a couple of simple raised knees
to bring the Champion to water. Black almost got his title belt.

Black gets to his feet, shaking the cobwebs. Pulls Kurtis up and tosses him into the corner. He drives an elbow into Kurtis’ face before bending him over
backwards and slapping a huge hand down over his chest to a boo. He drives a knee into Kurtis’ belly then whips him across the ring into the other corner.
ROB MARTINEZ: Black follows and HUUUUUGE avalanche into the corner.

COREY TAYLOR: Goodnight, Chad Kurtis!

Black scoops Kurtis up and slams him into the canvas with a pendulum backbreaker. He covers… ONE! TWO! SHOULDER UP! The fans sigh as Black argues with
the ref for a slow count. Pulls Kurtis to his feet and whips him into the ropes.

ROB MARTINEZ: Chad Kurtis ducks the clothesline! Off the ropes… flying shoulder block!

COREY TAYLOR: Chad Kurtis can’t bring down the big man.

Black staggers back into the ropes and Kurtis charges again, clotheslining him to the outside. Kurtis backs up and charges the ropes.

ROB MARTINEZ: NO HANDS SUICIDE DIVE! OH MY GOD!

COREY TAYLOR: KURTIS HAS A CHAIR!

On his feet, Kurtis raises the chair as Black gets to his knees. CRACK! Tosses the chair aside and rises to his feet, pulls Black up and whips him into
the ring steps. CLANG! Heaves Black up to his feet again.

COREY TAYLOR: THIS NEEDS TO BE STOPPED! KURTIS IS OUT OF CONTROL HERE!

ROB MARTINEZ: You don’t think Black would do the same? REVERSAL! BLACK SEND KURTIS INTO THE GUARD RAIL!

BANG! Black pulls the fallen Kurtis to his feet and moves him to where the fallen steel chair is.

ROB MARTINEZ: TWO HANDED CHOKESLAM ONTO THE STEEL CHAIR! OH MY!

COREY TAYLOR: Vincent Black is coming home tonight with the title belt, Rob. There’s no doubt about that.

Black rolls Chad Kurtis into the ring and makes a cover. ONE!…TWO!…THRE-KICKOUT! The fans roar as Black slaps the canvas angrily. Pulls Chad Kurtis
to his feet and kicks him in the belly setting up for the New Hope.

COREY TAYLOR: NEW HOPE! HERE IT COMES!

Kurtis shifts his weight forward and rides Vincent Black down into the canvas. The fans roar as Black bounces to his feet. Kurtis leaps and dropkicks Vincent,
in the left knee once more. Black into the corner. He charges in and hits a running butt bump into the head and chest of Black causing him to slump down
the corner.

ROB MARTINEZ: CHAD KURTIS BACK IN CONTROL!

COREY TAYLOR: GET UP VINCE! GET UP! GET UP! GET UP!

ROB MARTINEZ: Will never happen, Vincent can’t stand up to “The Show”.

COREY TAYLOR: I don’t think Vincent can stand up period.

Kurtis raises a fist to a cheer from the fans and then grabs the top rope in both hands.

ROB MARTINEZ: Here it comes… BLUEGRASS BREEZE!

Black takes the blow and falls out from the corner into the ring. Kurtis makes the cover and hooks the leg tightly… ONE! TWO! THREE! The fans roar loudly
as Kurtis bounces to his feet.

ROB MARTINEZ: CHAD KURTIS RETAINS THE CAROLINAS CHAMPIONSHIP!

JENNY JERSEY: Your winner and STILL REBEL-Pro Carolinas Champion…. THE SHOOOOOWWWWW…. CHAD… KURTISSSSSS!

The fans roar loudly as the referee hands Chad his belt. He climbs the turnbuckle and thrusts the belt high into the air for the fans to see. Vincent rolls
out of the ring, holding at his left knee, here comes Mikey and Zeke to Black’s aid, but Mack and Freak Show head down as well. Bubba J jumps from the
crowd to pull Vincent’s weight on his shoulder and assists him to walk out of the arena. Mack, Freak, Shut Down, and Chad look on, each smiling that one
member of FTC is down and only three more to go. Bubba J turns to flick them all the bird as Mikey and Zeke hold baseball bats up to fend off the four
men. Bubba J and “The Show” lock eyes and hatred is burning in Bubba J’s eyes for the man who just injured his best friend. Bubba J points at Chad and
mouths “Soon, you sumbitch… soon.” Vincent, being assisted by Bubba J, Mikey, and Zeke walk back through the curtain to the backstage area.

ROB MARTINEZ: One down and three to go.

COREY TAYLOR: That is saddistic, he may have broken Vincent’s leg there with all of those dropkicks, Chad Kurtis should be fined!

The excitement from the last match is cut short as ‘Banned in D.C.’ by Bad Brains begins to play and Johnny Maverick steps out from behind the curtains
to a few boos but mostly disinterest from the fans. Johnny is wearing sunglasses, a white button up shirt with the words ‘(BLEEP) MACK’ spraypainted on
the back, and a torn up pair of blue jeans.

ROB MARTINEZ: What the? Johnny isn’t scheduled for a match tonight! I heard he quit after that embarrassing match against Mack.

COREY TAYLOR: Watch your mouth Rob, this is great! We haven’t got to see Johnny in a few weeks now. I wonder what’s on his mind?

Johnny jumps up on the apron and climbs through the middle ropes, he motions to a man outside of the ring who runs up and hands him a mic, as soon as the
audience discovers he’s going to be talking, they start booing loudly. Johnny starts to talk, but the booing grows louder

“If you could all please shut up, I have something very important to talk about”

The audiences boos grow louder as a chant of ‘NO ONE CARES! NO ONE CARES!’ begins. Johnny just chuckles to himself and steps out of the ring.

“Look, I don’t want to take up a lot of your time, so please just shut up”

The chanting continues and Johnny just chuckles again before clearing his throat.

“SHUT THE (BLEEP) UP YOU INBRED PIECES OF REDNECK TRASH!”

One woman in the front row turns to the rest of the audience to try and keep the chant going, and she turns back to see Johnny looking right at her.

“Look lady, I don’t come to where you work to smack the dick out of your mouth, so don’t come to my work expecting any special treatment.”

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh my God! She’s a paying fan Johnny, she can say whatever she wants!

COREY TAYLOR: Shut up Rob! Do you want him to hear you?

Johnny rolls back into the ring and stands up. He pops his neck and looks ready to get back on topic, despite the booing still going full force.

“Now that I have everybodys attention… I want you to do a favor for me. Can any of you tell me who Lou Thesz is? How about who the last American was to
take gold in an olympic event. Hell, do any of you know what country took Gold at the LAST Olympic event? Of course you don’t, you were too busy eating
out of Michael Phelps ass hole.”

Wave after wave of boos showers over Johnny, who takes it all with a smile.

“I’m sick of it. I’m sick of this company. This company punishes real wrestling talent while it pushes mediocre chair-swinging asshats like the Jonas Brothers.
I am the best damn wrestler on the Rebel Pro roster, and what do I get? Through a miracle of booking I get the Number One Contenders Trophy, I cash it
in as fast as I can so I can get my title shot, but apparently I have an opponent MADE of Horse Steroids and Retard Strength, so despite putting on the
match of the damn century with him, in a one-in-a-million occurrence, I lose. So, after nearly taking out the champ and being told by management stuff
like ‘Good work kid, after that showing you’re a main-eventer for sure’ what happens? I don’t get booked for two damn weeks because they don’t wanna give
me MY trophy back. Yeah, you heard me, that’s MY trophy.”

ROB MARTINEZ: Johnny gave up that trophy to get a shot at the title.

“But you see, the management, in not booking me, made the biggest mistake of their lives. You see, they gave me a chance to think, and now I know where
the blame lies. It lies in people like Terry Funk, like Mick Foley, like Paul Heyman. Men who tried to kill real wrestling, a proud tradition that Rebel
Pro continues to this day. Terry Funk (BLEEP) sucks. Mick Foley is a glorified stuntman. Oh, and ECW sucked the moment Paul let REAL wrestlers like Dean
Malenko, Eddie Guerrero and the Killer…. I mean…. Crippler, Chris Benoit slip out of his sausagey little fingers.”

Johnny pulls something out, it’s a bit of fabric with black and white referee stripes on it.

“Wrestling started dying when this fabric started to mean nothing. So, I’m afraid I have to add something else to my already lofty list of goals. 1. I still
plan to take wrestling back from Rednecks. 2. I want the Rebel Pro World Heavyweight Title and 3…..”

Johnny takes a long pause and looks around at the audience.

“I am going to kill Garbage Wrestling. And i’m gonna do it the only way I know how.”

Johnny sets the mic down and starts taking off his clothes to reveal his usual wrestling gear. Gym shorts, a raggedy t-shirt, kneepads, but he keeps taking
off clothes, stripping down to an old-fashioned wrestling singlet. He puts on amateur wrestling-style earguards.

“I am going to show Rebel Pro what real wrestling is. I’m not gonna be happy until every Garbage wrestler in Rebel Pro has tapped out, been choked out,
or had their face pounded into a crater. I’m gonna Shoot my way to the top, and if any of you have a problem with it, you can feel free to suck my dick.”
Johnny tosses the mic aside. His music begins to play again as he makes his way to the back, raising dual middle fingers to the audience.

ROB MARTINEZ: Well….

COREY TAYLOR: I see he left you nearly speechless, true words from a true champion.

ROB MARTINEZ: and… now on to our next match for the Rebel Pro Tag Team Championships.

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“Everyone I Went to High School with is Dead” hits the speakers as from the back come an already sweaty and ticked off Jim and Tommy Jonas, minus Edna.
JENNY JERSEY: Making their way down to the ring at a total combined weight of four hundred and sixty-six pounds, Jim and Tommy,… THE JONAS BROTHERS!

The crowd boos this duo heavily, but it may not be as much as they are going to boo the next team.

“Heavy Metal Machine” hits and the crowd immediately begins to shower this now most hated man as he walks through the curtains.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing one half of the tag team champions, he stands at six feet even and weighs in at two hundred and thirty-five pounds… MIKEY MASSACRE!
Mikey waits beside the curtain as Flatts and Scrugs picks up where “Heavy Metal Machine” left off. From the back comes Cuzin’ Zeke, the other FTC member
with his belt over his shoulder. Zeke looks inside the ring, then to Mikey and nods before both begin to walk down to the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing his FTC tag team partner, he stands at six feet six inches and weighs in at two hundred and sixty-three pounds,… CUZIN’ ZEKE!
Together they make up… FTC!

Boos upon boos, upon boos rain down upon these two men, formerly loved, but now hated. Zeke still gets some cheers because of his devotion to raising money
and helping kids out, but for his actions here in Rebel Pro… he is heavily booed.

DING DING

Jim and Zeke lock up in the center of the ring, Zeke with a few big right hands backs Jim into the ropes. Whip into the opposite ropes, Mikey with a kick
to the lower part of Jim’s back. Here comes Tommy and here comes Mikey, it didn’t take long as this match has turned into a brawl.

COREY TAYLOR: This is what I am talking about… bloodshed!

ROB MARTINEZ: A tag match is supposed to be where you tag in, but Mikey couldn’t keep his foot to himself.

Mikey with a single leg takedown as Zeke shoulders Jim to the canvas. Mikey pulls Tommy back to his feet to toss him over the top rope and to the floor,
where he follows quickly. Zeke pounds Jim’s face into the turnbuckle once, twice, three times before belly to back suplexing him onto his head. Mikey delivers
a running knee to Tommy’s temple sending him rolling to the side, Mikey slams his face into the flimsy railing at ringside. Placing his face on the railing,
Mikey drags his face across the metal surface before lifting Tommy up and dropping him throat first onto the railing. Zeke with a knife edge chop to Jim
in the corner, but Jim fights back with a right of his own to stagger Zeke. Jim with a knee into Zeke’s abdomen, following it up with a European uppercut
to stand the man from Turkey Cross back to a vertical base. Jim with a running forearm to Zeke’s throat nearly sends the co-holder of the tag team belts
over the top. Jim wraps Zeke’s leg in the ropes and pulls on his ankle, trying to dislocate Zeke’s kneecap. Jim with a stinging knife edge chop following
it up nicely with an elbow to Zeke’s mouth. Mikey pulls Tommy back up delivering a right hand, but no Tommy blocks it with a thumb to Mikey’s eyes. Tommy
with a right hand into Mikey’s face, another, and a third and fourth blow. Mikey stumbles back from the onslaught, Tommy with a clothesline sending Mikey
over into the crowd. The people there scatter from these two as Tommy picks up a steel chair, he slams it into Mikey’s back, he slams it into Mikey’s right
knee, he slams it into Mikey’s skull. He hooks Mikey’s head and tights, lifting him up, vertical suplex onto the rows of empty steel chairs. They scatter
and bang from the impact, but Tommy is up, the brawl before the match having gotten his blood boiling. Jim with a shoulder block to Zeke, but Zeke begins
to pound away with his massive forearms onto Jim’s back. Jim falls to one knee and Zeke lifts his free knee into Jim’s downturned face. Zeke nearly falls
from the knee blow, but he unwraps his right leg from the ropes to toss Jim into the corner. Zeke lifts Jim to the top turnbuckle and climbs up after him,
he hooks with a belly to belly superplex, but his knee buckles at the last second and Jim is tossed on his head, painfully.

ROB MARTINEZ: Zeke’s knee gave out on him.

COREY TAYLOR: But see the way Zeke countered to where Jim would land on his head.

Tommy looks into the ring where Zeke covers Jim and he leaps the railing. Mikey catches his fleeing ankle and Tommy crotches himself on the railing, Zeke
manages to get a two count before Jim gets his shoulder up. Meanwhile, Tommy has turned a slight shade of green as he holds at his balls from the pain.
Mikey takes a running start slamming a closed steel chair into Tommy’s face, Tommy falls back on the side of the railing where Mikey is. Massacre picks
up the now sore Tommy slamming a knee into his already hurting crotch; he laughs as he does so. Mikey has Tommy behind the announce table, the railing
separating them from Rob and Corey. Mikey boots Tommy in the gut, grabs a handful of tights, and lifts Tommy up for a stump pulling piledriver, Tommy’s
head slams sickly into the concrete upon impact. Mikey grabs an empty steel chair, he slams it into Tommy’s cranium before sitting it up again. He lifts
Tommy up, sidewalk slam onto the chair, Tommy is hurt now. Zeke has Jim back up in the ring, whipping him into the ropes, Zeke dives with a clothesline
taking him down to the mat. Zeke limps slightly on his right leg, but is determined to not let it hamper him. Here comes Mikey into the ring, he has a
electrical cord wrapped around both hands. Zeke pulls Jim up to his feet, Mikey wraps the cord around his throat and begins to choke Jim with the cord.
Jim immediately begins to turn a dark shade of red, Zeke pounds away at his chest and face to cause even more pain. Glass shatters and flies every where
in the ring as Zeke falls down to the canvas in a heap. Tommy slams another beer bottle into Mikey’s face splitting him open as well as shattering the
bottle to dust. Mikey falls, blood flowing freely down his face to stain the canvas red. Tommy moves Jim out of the way before placing the broken beer
bottles on Mikey’s face, adding a chair, and climbing to the top turnbuckle. Tommy leaps with a body splash onto the chair, driving the chair and bottle
mixture into Mikey’s face, the crowd is loving this hardcore action.

ROB MARTINEZ: That was sick.

COREY TAYLOR: Beautifully executed, although I bet Mikey isn’t liking it too much right now.

Tommy pulls the chair off to reveal the hamburger meat that is Mikey’s face, he pulls Mikey up to his feet, whip into the corner. Tommy follows in with
the steel chair, but Zeke trips him and Mikey places a boot into the steel chair. The steel smacks into Tommy’s face, slicing his forehead open and he
falls back where Zeke rolls him up for a two count. Jim pulls Zeke off of his brother which prevents the win. Jim turns to Mikey who charges out of the
corner with his forearm in front, Jim with a scoop spin, and a slam onto the canvas. Mikey bounces up but Jim with a right hand sends him back down. Mikey
bounces up again but Jim with a forearm sends him tumbling back down. Zeke up and grabs Jim from behind with a full nelson, he turns for a slam, but Jim
keeps turning, breaking the hold and sending Zeke down to the canvas with a knee to his right knee, Zeke falls. Mikey is back up, but Jim with a boot to
the face staggers Massacre back into the ropes, Jim with a running clothesline sends him over the top. Jim turns to pull Zeke up to his feet where he peppers
him with well placed rights and lefts backing him into the corner. Whip and Zeke is sent with a stumble run over Tommy and into the other corner, Jim runs
after him. Zeke falls after impact and Mikey swings a 2 by 4 connecting with Jim’s face; he goes down like a ton of bricks. Mikey laughs as he stares at
the blood on the wooden board, but Tommy is back up, flying over his broken brother with a suicide plancha that sends him and Mikey crashing to the railing.
Zeke covers Jim against the ropes and Jimmy Johnson is there to make the count. Tommy pulls the large man out of the ring, swinging the board to connect
with Zeke’s weakened right leg; he goes down as well. Jim is starting to move inside the ring, but he isn’t moving very fast. Tommy stands above Zeke and
he brings the board down again, it connects solidly with the right kneecap, he brings it up for another blow. Mikey shoves a double fist upwards into Tommy’s
privates and he crumples after turning another brilliant shade of green. Tommy falls to the right, away from Zeke and the ring, his hands around his manliness.
Mikey stumbles towards the ring, the blood loss now starting to take its toll on his body. He rolls into the ring where Jim is now in a seated position,
swift front kick to the back of Jim’s skull sends him to lay on his side, Mikey climbs to the top turnbuckle, flips off the crowd, before landing a guillotine
leg drop across Jim’s throat. Mikey makes a cover, but Tommy somehow manages to weakly pull Massacre’s foot and prevent the pinfall victory. Mikey is furious
and turns with a right fist, Tommy ducks the blow, catches Mikey, and shoves him face first into the ring apron. Tommy climbs onto the apron, takes a deep
breathe, and flips to land back first across Mikey’s back driving his head into the edge of the ring apron. Tommy rolls off, breathing heavily, but able
to prevent the loss. Zeke is up, swinging the horseshoe to slam into Tommy’s skull, Tommy doesn’t even move he just goes limp on the floor. Zeke rolls
back into the ring and pulls Jim up to his feet. Jim sweeps both legs taking Zeke down, but Zeke brings the horseshoe down on Jim’s head and both men are
on the canvas. The crowd is into this match, liking neither team, but enjoying them destroy each other. Zeke pushes Jim off of him and pulls himself up
by the ropes. Zeke looks down at Jim before climbing to the top turnbuckle, going for the mudpuddle. But NO! Tommy pushes the weakened right leg of Zeke
and he falls face first to the canvas. Tommy climbs up top, but Mikey reaches the top as well. Right from Mikey, right from Tommy, Mikey with a right,
Tommy with a right. Right, right, right, right, these two are brawling on the top turnbuckle, both swaying ominously before coming back with another right.
Tommy lands a particularly vicious right and Mikey falls, but not before grabbing Tommy’s hair and pulling him down to the floor with a hair pull DDT.
Both men land hard and neither move. Here comes Edna from the back, wearing a thong bikini, she is waving a pair of bleached pink lace panties around and
around over her head. Jim looks up and seems disgusted, she places them over Tommy’s nose and it…. it revives him? Tommy follows the scent and seems
to have a second wind here in the match. Jim tosses Zeke into the ropes and ties him up there with the top and middle rope. He begins to yell at Edna to
get her scank ass backstage, but she places the panties over Mikey’s head and her and Tommy roll Mikey into the ring. Jim is visibly upset, but holds his
lunch and breakfast in as he hooks Mikey in a belly to back suplex. Tommy nails a superkick as Jim finishs the suplex.

COREY TAYLOR: New tag team champs!

ROB MARTINEZ: Not like this, this is… disgusting.

COREY TAYLOR: Why because she is sleeping with you and Tommy?

ROB MARTINEZ: I never!

Jimmy Johnson is in position as Tommy makes the cover.

One… Two… Three.

DING! DING! DING!

JENNY JERSEY: The winners of the match and…. NEEEEEEW Rebel Pro Tag Team Champions… Jim and Tommy…. The Jonas Brothers!

ROB MARTINEZ: I can’t believe this, not even Mikey deserves to be beaten like this.

COREY TAYLOR: Edna, will you autograph your book for me?

ROB MARTINEZ: Zeke gave a valiant effort here, as well as Mikey, but just not enough for the former tag team champions.

COREY TAYLOR: But his mind has to be on his friend Vincent, just as Mikey’s surely is.

ROB MARTINEZ: Now, the match we’ve all been waiting for.

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JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match will take place momentarily, now would be a time for you to go and get any remaining items you
wish to purchase, the 2009 Aerial Assault finals will take place in ten minutes.

The crowd is wild with anticipation, but most do go and get drinks and food. Beside the ring, more technicians are coming down with a series of steel chairs
and other various weapons. A man wearing workman’s gloves begins to wrap the ropes with razor sharp barbed wire on one side as another man does the same
to the opposite side of ropes. Completing the task of wrapping each rope in barbed wire, they begin to wrap each turnbuckle padding in the flesh tearing
material as well, this is going to be one bloody and hellacious match… it is a garantee. All of a sudden, there is a man that walks from the back carrying
a microphone, he is a heavyset man with a walrus mustache, but a happy expression on his face. He brings the microphone up to his mouth as most the fans
sit back down, they have no idea who this man is, but realize his Rebel Pro importance because of his Rebel Pro polo shirt.

“It has been said, over the past couple of weeks, that there isn’t enough of what Rebel Pro used to be. Not enough violence, the cards aren’t booked right,
the matches… predictable.”

The crowd is split half and half, the man looks around.

“I figured it was half and half, some liked it, some hated it, but you all still came and supported Rebel Pro with your hard earned money.”

They cheer wildly at this, they love Rebel Pro.

“Well for all of you nay sayers that say there is no longer any surprises in Rebel Pro, I figured I’d make a little surprise visit. See, I am Larry Gordon.”
The crowd goes completely silent, no one has ever seen him before, this is his first appearance.

“I figured, what better place to make my first appearance than at Aerial Assault and shake things up a bit. Give a little predictability, some unpredictableness.
You all know… something no one thought, something no one saw coming.”

The crowd is still silent.

“I figured I’d make darn sure this match was hardcore.”

Cheers.

“Figured I’d make sure this match was extreme.”

More cheers.

“Figured I’d make this match… unpredictable.”

More cheers.

“Figured I’d make the 2009 Aerial Assault Tournament Finals… interesting.”

More and more cheers.

“Figured… I’d make this match… Rebel Pro!”

Explosion, literally an explosion, the roof may have just blown off. Larry Gordon looks around at the fans of Rebel Pro.

“See, it is you that makes this company who and what it is. It is you that pays the wrestlers in the back. It is you that puts us on the map here in the
south and here recently… globally with the PWA. So… it is you that needs to enjoy yourself.”

The crowd hasn’t died down yet.

“So, one last surprise before I get out of your ring and sit down at the announce table and help your announcers out.”

The crowd goes silent.

“One last surprise, that I’ve only told Rob Martinez this past week.”

Everyone turns to Rob, who looks back expressionless.

“That the guys in the back need to bring out that crate of… ticking time bombs, because when someone lands on them… ka boom! This match will not be
easy, this match will not be for the faint at heart. In fact, if you have young kids, you may want to carry them to the Caliber Room in the main hallway
where a Nintendo WII has been set up, because… this match is going to be bloody, violent, and someone is more than likely going to get hurt.”

They love it, they love it.

“Until next time, enjoy yourselves and next week, make sure to get your tickets for Cage the Rage!… because Rebel Pro… is BACK!”

Oh yeah, they love him, they love this, they love the match, they are going to scream themselves hoarse! Larry sits down beside Rob Martinez and puts on
a headset.

LARRY GORDON: Hello fellers, you ready for some action?

ROB MARTINEZ: Mr. Gordon, it is a pleasure, don’t you think so Corey?

COREY TAYLOR: Um… yeah… sure.

The ring is now completely set up and Jenny Jersey stands back up.

JENNY JERSEY: Now, the moment you’ve all been waiting for, the finals of the 2009 Aerial Assault tournament! Without further adue, the following match is
set for one fall… with… NO time limit!

“The Oddities” hits and from the back, with Shut Down, is The Freak. Freak is wearing a black t-shirt with the words “I Just Got Ravaged!” on the front
and on the back is the cartoon drawing of a hairy cartoon ass with blood dripping from it and a opened jar of KY Jelly beside it. They begin to walk down
to the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing the first finalist, from Anywhere and Everywhere, he stands at five feet seven inches and weighs in at one hundred and eighty
pounds, being accompanied to the ring by his tag team partner Shut Down… THE FREAK!

Freak looks at all of the paraphanelia set up in and around the ring. He slides under the bottom rope, carefully, as his music dies down.

LARRY GORDON: The Freak looks to be determined here.

ROB MARTINEZ: He wants to bring the Aerial Assault Trophy to Rebel Pro and prevent Ravager from being back to back Aerial Assault winner.

COREY TAYLOR: Why don’t you just shut your mouth Rob, Mr. Gordon was trying to speak.

ROB MARTINEZ: Why don’t you bad mouth him now that he is out here?

“Path” hits the speakers as from the back comes the 2008 Aerial Assault winner, Ravager to a mixed reaction; he just stares at the ring and his opponent
inside the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: Representing New Alberta Pro Wrestling, he stands at five feet ten inches and weighs in at two hundred and ten pounds, he is your 2008 Aerial
Assault winner… RAVAGER!

Ravager looks out at the crowd, but quickly turns his attention back to The Freak inside the ring, he slides in under the bottom rope as The Freak backs
up to allow him entrance.

DING DING

The Freak and Ravager circle each other, finally going in for a collar-and-elbow. The larger Ravager backs The Freak into the corner. Knife edge chop! The
Freak fires back with one of his own! The Freak switches places with Ravager then whips him from corner to corner. Ravager reverses into a short-arm clothesline,
ducked by The Freak! The Freak with an Irish whip into the ropes. Ravager flies off of the ropes, The Freak with a drop-down. Ravager hops over him, off
of the other ropes. The Freak with an arm-drag takedown, Ravager immediately back to his feet! Ravager takes The Freak down with a shoulder block! The
Freak kicks up to his feet, collar-and-elbow! Ravager with a side headlock, The Freak reverses into a belly-to-back suplex… Ravager flips out of it! Ravager
with a fist to The Freak. Another. Another! Irish whip off of the ropes. Ravager with a big dropkick that sends The Freak down! He grabs The Freak’s arms
and plants his knee right into the small of The Freak’s back, pulling back on his arms! The Freak is somehow starting to stand up! Ravager stands up too,
keeping the one knee in the back of The Freak, balancing himself with one foot. The Freak springs himself over Ravager! Incredible! Inverted DDT!

LARRY GORDON: Now THAT is why I hired The Freak Show!

ROB MARTINEZ: A very talented young competitor, no doubt.

COREY TAYLOR: Are you forgetting the fact The Freak is going up against Ravager, a wrestler in his prime? The most successful tournament wrestler in the
business today?

The fans are cheering wildly for The Freak who they have come to really appreciate in the past few weeks! He goes to the outside. He throws a chair into
the ring! Another! A third! Now he’s pulling a table from underneath the ring! He slides it in. He slides in a second one! And now a roll of barbed wire
is going into the ring! Not to mention the fact there are BOMBS placed in certain areas of the ring that will go off if enough pressure is applied! The
Freak enters the ring. He looks around at the items then decides it’s not enough. He goes back under the ring and grabs a Singapore cane! Ravager gets
to his feet just in time to feel the cane across the forehead! He falls down to his back. The Freak places a steel chair on top of Ravager. And he goes
up top! Senton onto the chair! NO! Ravager rolls out of the way! Ravager gets to his feet. The Freak gets to his feet, holding his head and neck… right
into a Superkick that sends him flying back!

EXPLOSION!

LARRY GORDON: Oh good God!

ROB MARTINEZ: Quite a violent match stipulation you’ve given us, Mr. Gordon!

COREY TAYLOR: There’s smoke in my eyes! Gordon, what’s the worker’s compensation package I have?

LARRY GORDON: Do you want to keep your job?

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah I do.

LARRY GORDON: There you go.

Smoke shoots up around The Freak as he lands on a specific part of the ring that sets off the C4! Ravager with a cover on the bleeding Freak.

ONE!

TWO!

THR—NO! NO! The Freak kicks out! Ravager quickly picks him up. He’s bringing him up top! He’s going for the Instant Karma! NO! The Freak knees out of it!
The Freak spins around… top-rope cutter! He covers Ravager!

ONE!

TWO!

THR—NO! KICKOUT! The Freak crawls over and grabs a steel chair. Unbeknownst to him, Ravager, though still on the ground, has done the same. The Freak turns
around and swings the steel chair at Ravager but Ravager gets to both knee and blocks it! He swings again, this time Ravager is on one knee and blocks
it! Again… Ravager stands and blocks it! The Freak swings again… Ravager ducks it! Ravager with a shot of his own! The Freak falls back. Ravager lays the
steel chair across his forehead. He’s going up top! HOLY SHIT! The Freak holds the chair up and Ravager FLIES right into it! The Freak and Ravager both
roll to opposite ropes. They use the ropes to pull themselves up as the REBEL Pro fans applaud the opening minutes of this bout!

LARRY GORDON: Listen to these fans! So supportive of our product!

ROB MARTINEZ: Well this match thus far has been worth the price of admission!

COREY TAYLOR: Which reminds me, some young punk tried to make me pay for a ticket! He didn’t recognize me! I want him fired, Gordon!

They run in. Collar-and-elbow! The Freak with a chinlock but Ravager pushes him off of the ropes. Ravager with a back body drop but The Freak lands on his
feet! The Freak rolls Ravager up! But Ravager not only kicks out of it, but rolls through and applies a stepover toehold… he’s going for the facelock,
he’s going for The Garotte! But The Freak crawls towards a steel chair, grabs it… BAM! He nails Ravager with it! Ravager staggers back. The Freak grabs
the Singapore cane. BAM! Ravager falls to the ground! And now he’s finally broken open!

The Freak throws the cane out of the way as Ravager slowly gets to his feet. Headscissors takedown! Off of the ropes… The Freak with a baseball slide dropkick!
Ravager slowly stands. The Freak with a waistlock. Elbow by Ravager. Another! Ravager off of the ropes… right into an arm-drag takedown! Back to his feet…
another arm-drag takedown! The Freak sends Ravager off of the ropes, catches him for some type of shoulder breaker… NO! Ravager reverses into a headscissors!
What a reversal! The Freak back to his feet, Ravager clotheslines him down. Ravager off of the ropes. The Freak ducks a clotheslines. Off of the other
ropes, another clothesline ducked! Ravager with a flying headscissors! The Freak climbs to his feet, beautiful dropkick sends him back down! The Freak
escapes into the corner. Ravager runs in with a high knee strike! The Freak bent forward, holding his face, Ravager pulls his hair and whips him back to
the mat! Ravager goes up top! Top-rope splash! NO! The Freak gets his knees up! The Freak up and onto the turnbuckles as Ravager slowly gets to his feet.
The Freak leaps… Frankensteiner! And a moonsault! COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

The Freak pulls Ravager up, whips him from one corner to the next! Reversed by Ravager! The Freak runs up the turnbuckle and flips behind Ravager! Belly-to-back
suplex backbreaker! The Freak grabs a chair as Ravager struggles to get to his head. The Freak swings it, ducked by Ravager. Ravager with a waistlock.
German suplex! He keeps it connected. A second German suplex! He keeps it connected… a third German… The Freak flips out of it! Waistlock by The Freak.
GERMAN SUPLEX OVER THE TOP-ROPE TO THE OUTSIDE!

LARRY GORDON: Ouch! You can FEEL that one, can’t ya? What a match!

ROB MARTINEZ: It looks like Ravager’s neck took the brunt of that one.

COREY TAYLOR: All I can feel is heartburn from that lasagna your wife made, Rob.

ROB MARTINEZ: You ate my lasagna?

LARRY GORDON: Boys, boys, boys!

The Freak sits in the corner of the ring, trying to regain some energy as Ravager squirms on the floor, holding his neck! He sees Ravager slowly get up.
The Freak off of the ropes… SUICIDE PLANCHA! Their heads BOUNCE off of each other’s! The Freak stands. Blood is flowing from both competitors. He rolls
him into the ring. COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE—NO! NO! KICKOUT!

The Freak sets up a table in the corner of the ring. He picks up Ravager, Irish whip into the table… no! Ravager reverses into a Kata-hajime! INTO A SUPLEX
THROUGH THE TABLE! NO! NO! The Freak lands on his feet. The Freak with a bulldog that takes Ravager down! And an Asai moonsault! He Irish whips Ravager
into the table… NO! NO! This time Ravager gets his KATA-HAJIME SUPLEX THROUGH THE TABLE!

Crawling cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THRE—NO! NO! KICKOUT! Ravager is in disbelief that The Freak kicked out. He picks him up… Last Resort!

EXPLOSION!

Both men are not moving as the C4 takes them BOTH out!

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

LARRY GORDON: …

ROB MARTINEZ: …

COREY TAYLOR: …damn.

The Freak and Ravager begin pulling themselves up with the rope. Ravager gets up first and runs across the ring, clotheslining his opponent to the outside.
The Freak slowly stands. Ravager with a PESCADO that takes him down! Both men slowly get to their feet. Ravager climbs up onto the apron. Flying spinning
heel kick takes The Freak down! Ravager rolls him into the ring but The Freak fires back with an elbow! Another! Ravager responds with a headbutt that
sends The Freak down to the ground! Ravager onto the ring apron… Diving knee drop! NO! The Freak moves out of the way! Ravager is holding his knee in a
world of hurt. The Freak puts Ravager’s foot in the guard rail. And he grabs a steel chair! He brings it down on the KNEE!

LARRY GORDON: What’s the strategy here, Rob?

ROB MARTINEZ: If The Freak can ground Ravager, he will have limited his arsenal of moves.

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah. And force Ravager to wrestle the shoot-style he is famous for. Real smart, Freak.

AGAIN… NO! Ravager able to kick The Freak in the gut with his free foot. He gets to his feet. He grabs the steel chair from The Freak! Swings it… The Freak
moves out of the way and it hits the guard rail. The Freak with a jumping high kick that sends Ravager down! The Freak pulls a table out of the ring and
sets it up. He puts Ravager on it. The Freak climbs up onto the ring apron and then the turnbuckle… SHOOTING STAR PRESS THROUGH THE TABLE!

REBEL PRO! REBEL PRO! REBEL PRO! REBEL PRO! REBEL PRO!

The move took both men out and it takes The Freak awhile to get to his feet but when he does he is pulling Ravager up with him. He rolls him into the ring.
Cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE! NO! NO!

KICKOUT!

The Freak slowly gets to his feet, pulling Ravager up with him. Roundhouse punch that sends Ravager down.

He goes up top. He gets down, deciding to put a chair on Ravager. He goes up top. Then gets down, opens up a table, puts Ravager on it with the chair on
top. He goes up top again. SENTON! SIGHT UNSEEN!

EXPLOSION!

LARRY GORDON: Geez, how many bombs did they put under the ring?

ROB MARTINEZ: You’d know better than us!

LARRY GORDON: I didn’t specify! Ought-oh!

Both men are out of it in the middle of the ring. It is unclear who took the brunt of the explosion but EMTs are already waiting at the end of the aisle
once a winner is determined! The Freak appears to be the first to stir. He pulls Ravager up but Ravager fires at him with an elbow to the gut. A fist!
A headbutt! An Irish whip off of the ropes… Three-point stance clothesline takes The Freak down! Ravager pulls him up, Irish whip from one corner to the
next! The Freak hits the corner and stumbles forward… right into a running Mongolian chop! Ravager wipes the blood from his eyes. He is going up top! Moonsault
leg drop! COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE—KICKOUT!

Ravager picks The Freak up, snapmares him onto his ass. He runs off of the ropes… dropkick to the back of The Freak’s head! The Freak grabs his neck and
head as Ravager grabs the Sinapore cane. He picks The Freak up. Russian legsweep with the CANE! The Freak is holding his neck. Ravager picks him up, whips
him… Swinging neckbreaker! He grabs The Freak’s arms… CURB STOMP! ANOTHER ONE!

LARRY GORDON: This move is just… cruel!

ROB MARTINEZ: Not the most popular move.

COREY TAYLOR: Oh sure, you guys love tables, chairs, ladders but a guy does a move like that and you cry?

Ravager picks The Freak up. He is bringing him up top! INSTANT KARMA! INSTANT KARMA! The Freak falls lifeless on the mat. Ravager jumps down…

EXPLOSION!

Ravager is sent flying and to the other side of the ring by the force of the C4! Both competitors are lifeless. Slowly, Ravager comes to. He manages to
crawl his way ever so slowly towards The Freak. He drapes an arm…

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

NO!

NO!

THE FREAK KICKS OUT!

Ravager can’t believe his luck. He picks The Freak up. LAST RESORT… NO! The Freak ducks out of it! He grabs Ravager… Inverted Death Valley Driver out of
NOWHERE! The Freak climbs to the outside. He pulls out… OH MY GOD!

LARRY GORDON: Oh boy.

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh boy.

COREY TAYLOR: Oh boy.

He has a gasoline container and a book of matches! He crawls back into the ring. He sets up a table. He wraps the barbed wire around it. He is about to
light it on fire when Ravager spins him around and delivers a T-Bone Suplex to The Freak! The Freak rises to one knee… Ravager with a Shining Wizard! But
The Freak is still on one foot! Ravager grabs a chair… BAM! The Freak falls! Ravager drags him into the middle and covers him!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE—NO! THE FREAK KICKS OUT!

Ravager picks The Freak up. He hoists The Freak up for a power bomb! He’s going to put him THROUGH THE TABLE! The Freak with punches to head of Ravager!
He reverses into a TORNADO DDT onto a CHAIR! The Freak gets to his feet. He retrieves the gas container and the matches! He pours gasoline all over the
table! He lights the match… the TABLE IGNITES!

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

The Freak brings Ravager up top, but then decides it’s not enough and gets off of the turnbuckle. He goes under the ring… and pulls out a LADDER! He puts
it into the ring and sets it up. Ravager is getting to his feet so The Freak hucks a chair at him and sends him back down. He brings Ravager up the ladder
with him! They get to the top! Ravager springs to life! They are exchanging punches! Ravager with a HEADBUTT! ANOTHER! The Freak is about to fall through
the table but he holds on! The Freak fires back with fists of fury! He hiptosses Ravager off of the TOP OF THE LADDER! But Ravager holds onto his ARM!
BOTH MEN FALL THROUGH THE FLAMING BARBED WIRE TABLE!

EXPLOSION!

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

The smoke clears and all we can see is both competitors down, both bleeding in various places with ash all over them. The EMTs begin making their way closer
to ringside. Ravager’s neck appears to be at a weird angle. Ever so slowly, as the fans applaud, both men slowly rise to their feet. The Freak steps forward
with a roundhouse punch that Ravager ducks. Ravager with a back suplex! NO! The Freak flips and lands on his feet. Jumping neckbreaker takes Ravager down!
Ravager holding his neck as The Freak goes up top. SIGHT UNSEEN! NO! NO! Ravager rolls out of the way! He uses the ropes to pull himself up, his neck still
at an awkward angle. The Freak slowly gets to his feet… Ravager runs in with a running knee strike! The Freak falls to both knees. Ravager with a Superkick!
Now Ravager runs over The Freak, up onto the turnbuckle, still holding his neck… IMPLODING 450 SENTON! He goes back up top! IMPLODING 450 SPLASH!

EXPLOSION!

The smoke slowly clears and Johnson recognizes that Ravager is still on top of The Freak!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

NO KICKOUT THIS TIME!

RAVAGER HAS DONE IT!

LARRY GORDON: This match was everything I envisioned PLUS SOME!

ROB MARTINEZ: I am stunned that Ravager won BOTH tournaments. He defeated 16 men last year and 16 men this year… an INCREDIBLE feat!

COREY TAYLOR: Yes, an incredible feat, also a feat that netted me $2,000 big ones! Thank you, shady Mafia man I met at the pork store! Oh, and Ravager.
Dale McDonald tries to help Ravager to his feet but he waives him away. EMT officials walk over to both competitors. Ravager pulls himself to his feet,
waiving them away. The Freak does the same! The Freak slowly stands, earning generous applause from the REBEL crowd. He acknowledges them. Shut Down runs
down to the ring and holds up his tag team partner. He guides The Freak out of the ring but The Freak turns around. He walks over to Ravager. They shake
hands and exchange brief words!

LARRY GORDON: It’s hard not to respect your opponent after a match like this!

ROB MARTINEZ: Indeed.

Shut Down helps The Freak out of the ring. The EMTs are still talking to Ravager, pointing to his neck and the stretcher they have with them, but he waives
them away. He stumbles towards the center of the ring where Gordon is standing with the Aerial Assault 2009 Trophy, it is a gold plated wrestling ring.
LARRY GORDON: Fans, we have seen one hell of a match here tonight!

The crowd is still on their feet.

LARRY GORDON: Ravager, last year you didn’t get your trophy, you didn’t get your recognition. But also, I was not the owner last year, so, for your winning
of the 2009 Aerial Assault tournament, here is your trophy. I will be sending you the trophy you should have received last year in the next few days.

He hands it to him to generous applause from the REBEL Fans! Ravager nods to Gordon and to the crowd. A brazen EMT official tries to touch Ravager’s shoulder
but he pushes him away! Ravager gets out of the ring where he is met by Chris Kamikaze and Johnny the Mormon Love Machine. They try to help him down the
aisle but he shakes his head no.

Trophy in hand, Ravager is walking out by himself!

LARRY GORDON: I really wish he’d let the EMTs put him on a stretcher!

ROB MARTINEZ: He walked into REBEL alone. He wants to walk out of REBEL alone.

COREY TAYLOR: You know, it just dawned on me that we’ve hosted two tournaments and our guys have won neither of them. Maybe it’s time we rig them, no?

Instead of the usual ‘REBEL PRO!’ chant or ‘THANK YOU!’ following an incredible match, the fans are doing nothing except generously applauding both The
Freak and Ravager and the incredible match and tournament they competed in!

LARRY GORDON: Tomorrow there will be a special announcement posted on the website, that you can only hear about on Rebel-Pro.com.

ROB MARTINEZ: So long from the Rebel Arena.

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