Aerial Assault Night Two 07/29/2008

07/29/2008
We fade in to a crowd standing on their feet in anticipation for the blockbuster night two of Aerial Assault. REBEL Arena is erupting in cheers as the camera
focuses on the entrance area.

“Eyes Of The Devil” by Seether blasts throughout the arena as Blood steps out to the stage. He is wearing black leather pants with a red phoenix on the
right outer leg and a red cross on the left outer leg. A black harness with a skull emblem in the middle supports his spiked pauldrons and black cape.
He is wearing a new mask, white and demonic with tribal designs on the face, white horns, golden eyes a red open mouth, and a golden mane. Blood falls
to one knee with staff in hand and bows his head forward. After a few seconds, Blood returns to his feet as the crowd erupts in boos. He walks down the
aisle towards the ring, ignoring the disgruntled fans. He makes his way up the steps and enters the ring. The music fades out as Blood makes his way to
the edge of the ring. He grabs a microphone from an official on the outside and returns to the center of the ring. He removes his mask and looks around
at viagra cost the hateful crowd.

BLOOD: August fifth…European Exploits. I’ve heard the others in the back. I’ve heard the fans. They want to know if I am going to be able to focus on
Derrick Steele. They want to know if I’ll be able to defeat the champion. Many see my distractions as a weakness. To those who think that I’m too distracted
to obtain the World Heavyweight Championship at European Exploits, I urge you to take in to account everything that has happened over the past few weeks.
I have shown my dominance. I have proven that the Steele’s…the Rees’…the Kurtis’…the Roberts’….and the Phoenix’s aren’t the only big names here.
I was given the opportunity to capture the contender’s cup, and even through distraction, I still walked out as the victor! Five men in the ring. And when
the smoke cleared, it was your hero, Mikey Massacre, resting at my feet!

The crowd erupts in boos as Blood smirks.

BLOOD: But that wasn’t enough. I hadn’t quite proven myself. Not to REBEL management, and not to any of you. As a result, I was put back in to the ring
with the contender’s cup on the line against a man who defeated me in my debut match…”The Show” Chad Kurtis. And doubt filled everyone’s mind. All of
you doubted that I could overcome a returning Chad Kurtis! You doubted that I could get Vengeance for my defeat in my debut match! But…you were wrong.
Once again, I had defeated a cornerstone to REBEL’s veterans. I had defeated a two time World Heavyweight Champion, two time Carolinas Champion, and a
former holder of the contender’s cup! Two of your heroes have fallen to me. And yet, you still doubt me. You still doubt that I can defeat Derrick Steele.
Well, if you need actions as proof, you’ll see the action at European Exploits.

“Surprise! You’re Dead” blasts throughout the arena as Jake Phoenix steps out to the stage. The crowd erupts in boos as Phoenix makes his way down the aisle
and enters the ring, microphone in hand.

JAKE PHOENIX: Well, if it isn’t everyone’s favorite schizophrenic, Yoshiru Long…I mean, Blood. So what are the voices telling you to do this week? Because
what they should be telling you is to get the hell out of my ring!

BLOOD: Very funny, Jake. Tell me, how does it feel to lose two championship matches in the same week?

JAKE PHOENIX: At least I’ve had two championship matches.

BLOOD: Why are you even here, Jake? I know that it can’t be to brag about how you earned a match for the championship…considering the fact that you really
didn’t earn it! You didn’t even pin Steele…Jarvis pinned Steele!

“You Think I Ain’t Worth A Dollar, But I Feel Like A Millionaire erupts in the arena as the live crowd sounds out in frantic cheers. Steele makes his way
down the aisle as Blood and Phoenix continue to argue about who is the real number one contender. Steele steps in to the ring.

DERRICK STEELE: What are you two doing? Seriously. You both have your shots at the championship, so why are you arguing about it?

JAKE PHOENIX: Look at this, we’re getting advice from the paper champion!

DERRICK STEELE: I worked hard to earn this championship, Jake. And if I remember correctly, I’ve already gotten a victory over you with the championship
on the line!

JAKE PHOENIX: You beat me in a fluke match! That’s all you’ve had since you became champion…fluke matches!

BLOOD: Fluke match or not, Jake…he still beat you!

JAKE PHOENIX: He beat you in your second match here, Blood. So what gives you the right to face him for the championship?!

BLOOD: I won the contender’s cup. I defeated five men for it, and I beat Kurtis to retain it!

JAKE PHOENIX: I’ve been the champion…and I intend on becoming the champion again!

DERRICK STEELE: Look guys, I’m up for any challenge. So Blood, I’ll see you at European Exploits…and Jake, we’ll have another go at it real soon.

“Just Like You” plays in the arena as the crowd again boos. Paul Jarvis steps out to the stage with the World Heavyweight Championship draped across his
shoulder.

PAUL JARVIS: I have to admit, this is great! We have the World Heavyweight Champion trying to give advice to a psychotic who frankly…is over-rated. And
advice to a schizophrenic who thinks that he deserves a match against the champion because he beat four men…three of which no longer work here in REBEL.
It seems that all of you are forgetting about “The Miracle Worker”. Not only did I pin the champion at Concrete Jungle…but I also have something that
belongs to him…the World Heavyweight Championship.

Jarvis admires the championship as the three in the ring focus their complete attention on Jarvis. Jarvis looks up and smirks. Steele instantly climbs out
of the ring and makes his way towards Jarvis. Jarvis exits through the curtain, and Steele chases after him.

BLOOD: The bottom line is, I’ll have my chance at the championship at European Exploits, Jake. And win or lose, you’ll be next on my list!

Blood drops his microphone and makes his way to the ropes. Phoenix drills him in the back of the head with his mic. Phoenix smirks as he hoists Blood up
on to his shoulder…TOMBSTONE!! Phoenix smirks as he climbs out of the ring, leaving Blood motionless in the ring. He keeps his eyes on the ring as he
makes his way to the back.

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QUARTERFINALS: ENZO VS MIKE TREY

“Knock Knock” by GZA blast throughout the arena as the crowd erupts in boos. Enzo, crowbar in hand, steps out to the entrance with Murc, and both men make
their way down the aisle. Murc makes his way to the side of the ring as Enzo climbs inside. He sets the crowbar down in the corner and waits for his opponent
as his music fades out.

“Why Don’t We Do It On The Road?” by The Beatles hits the arena as Assman steps out to the stage. An excited crowd frantically cheers for the Assman as
he gives his trademark wiggle. He makes his way down the aisle and to the apron. He looks over at Murc before stepping on to the apron and giving his trademark
wiggle one more time. He steps in to the ring as his music fades out.

Referee Alan Stone rings the bell and we’re off, as Mike Trey and Enzo lock up. Enzo gets a side headlock, but the Assman pushes him off. Enzo hits the
ropes, and rebounds, leapfrogging Assman, hitting the opposite ropes, only to be taken down with a shoulder block. Trey drops an elbow, Enzo moves, goes
for an elbow drop of his own, but Trey moves out of the way. Both men to their feet, Enzo slaps Trey hard across the face, drawing some heat, but the distraction
allows him to hit a standing drop kick, taking the Assman to the mat. He hits the elbow drop this time, and goes for a cover, but only gets a two count.
Trey is back to his feet, but Enzo takes him down with a neckbreaker. He goes for another cover, and again only gets two. Enzo to the top rope, lines up
the rising Assman for a flying clothesline, but Assman catches him and hits a fall away slam! Enzo crashes to the mat and Trey is quick to cover! One..
two.. Enzo kicks out. As Murcielago shouts at his partner, he crawls to his feet, only to be met with a series of stiff chops from Trey. He gets backed
into the corner, and is nailed with a boot to the gut, followed by a Monkey Flip. Enzo lands flat on his back, and the Assman gives the fans a Wiggle,
earning a huge pop.

Enzo rolls to the ropes, and slides out of the ring, taking a moment to recover. Trey keeps a close eye on his opponent, and as soon as the moment is right,
he dives through the ropes onto Enzo! Enzo is down, and the Assman keeps the momentum building, going to the ring apron, and diving off with an elbow drop!
Enzo is hurting as he’s tossed back into the ring. Assman crawls back in and covers! One… two.. Enzo gets a foot on the bottom rope! Assman rolls his
eyes as the fans groan, thinking this match was over. Enzo pulls himself up with the ropes, only to be given a knife edge chop, then a snapmare driver!
Assman covers again! One.. two… Enzo gets a shoulder up at the last possible second! Assman tries to argue with referee Stone, but gets little sympathy.
He turns his attention back to Enzo, and gets a drop toe hold for his troubles, landing throat first across the ropes! Enzo pulls himself up, and goes
to the second rope, diving off with a leg drop, doing more damage to Assman’s throat. Enzo chokes out Assman on the ropes, earning the ire of the fans.
He allows Trey to get to his feet, only to hit him with a Leapfrog Face Crusher! He goes for a cover! One.. two.. Assman with a shoulder up! And now Murcielago
is shouting at Stone to count faster. Enzo tries to lock on the Falcon Arrow, but Trey manages to slide out of it, and get to the floor. Enzo hits the
opposite ropes, and comes back with a baseball slide, driving Trey into the guard rail! Enzo to the ring apron, and he dives off onto Trey, driving him
throat first across the guard rail! He rolls Trey back into the ring, and goes for a cover! One… two… Assman with a shoulder up! Enzo looks incredulous
at this, and shouts at referee Stone. Trey regains his wits as Enzo gets in Stone’s face, telling him how to referee the match. Stone isn’t about to back
down, but before Enzo can do anything, the Assman rolls him up for a cover!

One.. two… Enzo kicks out, and lunges at Assman with a clothesline! Assman ducks it, and catches Enzo with a neckbreaker! Both men are on the mat, as
Assman is still feeling the effects of the shots to the throat. He crawls over to Enzo and drapes an arm across his chest, and Stone makes the count! One..
two… Enzo kicks out. Trey is to his knees, Enzo rolls over onto his stomach, then pushes himself up to his knees. Trey to his feet, then hits a dropkick
to the face of Enzo! Enzo knocked back into the ropes, and Trey hauls him up, and whips him to the ropes. Enzo bounces off and gets taken down with a clothesline!
Trey to the second rope, and comes off with a leg drop! Enzo moves! He tries to capitalize on the stunned Trey by going for the Neck Snap, but Trey moves
out of the way. He catches a surprised Enzo with a Russian Leg Sweep, then goes for a cover! One.. two.. Enzo gets a shoulder up! Trey tries to haul Enzo
to his feet, but gets a thumb to the eye! Enzo is up, but he is woozy, winding up slumped over on the corner turnbuckles. Murcielago comes over to see
how his partner is doing… no, he comes over to hand him a crowbar! Assman doesn’t see this, and he races over, going for the Asscracker! Enzo grabs the
top rope, and Trey winds up crashing hard on the mat! He slowly gets up and turns to Enzo…

Enzo cracks him across the skull with the crowbar! Trey is knocked silly as Enzo covers! One! Two! THREE!!

Enzo and Murcielago celebrate, and the fans seem to celebrate with them. … No, they’re celebrating something else! John X Core has come in through the
crowd, and he goes after Enzo! He hits him with Bulltrue, taking him down! Murcielago tries to help out, but gets No Scope for his trouble! X Core turns
his attention back to Enzo, picking him up for a Banshee Bomb… Murcielago with a low blow! And now he and Enzo lay in with boots to the downed John X
Core! And now they’re looking to lock on the Respirator.. Nick Everhardt is out with a steel chair, and Enzo and Murc scatter! The fans cheer this, but
it doesn’t change the fact that Enzo is moving on in Aerial Assault…

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QUARTERFINALS: RAVAGER VS SCREAMING FALCON

Jacob bursts right through the curtains, with a smirk on his face and balled fists, he walks past the hateful crowd that boo him to hell — but he enjoys
it, he even taunts them back “OH YEA?” With flinches. He rolls into the ring and scowls, waiting for this man…

Ravager doesn’t even get two feet from the curtains and is devoured by cheers. He walks pass the joyful crowd, feeling the warm the embraces from them.
The bell rings and they tie up, Jacob boots Ravager’s knee and gets a boo from the crowd. He looks back at them and flicks them all off! Jacob turns back
to Ravager and is SPEARED into the mat. Ravager brings him to his feet, he goes for an Irish Whip, which becomes reversed to an arm twist, boot-to-the-gut
combo. Jacob suplexes Ravager HARD on the canvas. Jacob brings Ravager up to his feet, slowly, so he can send some knees and clubs to him. Jacob whips
him into the corner, and just like earlier, it’s reversed, Jacob goes RUSHING into the corner, hard. Ravager charges towards Jacob — Jacob evades with
the above and over into a school boy roll up.

ONE!

PULLS THE TIGHTS!

TWO!

KICK OUT!

The crowd cheers for Ravager for getting out of the pin and boos the hell out of Jacob once again. Ravager on his feet, scoops up his tights and isn’t shocked
at all. He clotheslines the cheater, Jacob falls flat on his back. “GET UP!” Another clothesline. “GET UP!” Dropkick to the chest, sends Jacob hurtling
back first right into the corner. Ravager on his feet but not for long, Jacob EXPLODES with a Super kick! Ravager stumbles a foot or two before falling
down. Jacob taunts his opponents, walking cocky towards the downed Ravager — OH! RAVAGER’S PLAYING OPOSSUM!

ONE!

TWO!

THRE-KICK OUT!

Jacob’s angry for letting himself get played, he sends a big boot right into Ravager’s face, then a few kicks to the ribs, which send Ravager rolling across
the ring, holding his ribs. Jacob walks to Ravager, falls to his knees and starts to send punches to his face. He grabs hold of Ravager’s head, SLAMS IT
TO THE MAT! Not once, not twice, but thrice. Then he grinds his forearm across Ravager’s forehead. Jacob frees his grind hold to kick to Ravager’s dome.
Ravager’s head bobbles on the mat. “BOOOOOOO!” Jacob places his foot over on Ravager’s chest, “REF! PIN!” Only a two count. Ravager gets to his feet and
they lock up again, headlock to The Screaming Falcon. Then a back Suplex that folds up Mr. Ravager. Jacob, so flexible, still holds onto Ravager and does
a bridge for the pin. Ravager breaks out at one. “THAT’S NOT A REAL SUPLEX!” Jacob, irritated, SWING! MISSES! viagra cost GERMAN SUPLEX! ONCE! TWICE! RELEASE! JACOB
LANDS ON HIS NECK! He goes for the pin.

ONE

TWO

THREKICKOUT!

Ravager brings Jacob to his feet, sends him into the corner — WHISPER IN THE WIND — NOBODY HOME! Ravager climbs the ropes, FLYING HEADBUTT! But he isn’t
done, he tosses Jacob into the corner, scoops him, sits him on the top rope. The crowd is on their feet, they know it’s near. Ravager on the second rope
— BUT WAIT! Jacob is fighting back, and so is Ravage. Both men refuse to lose this battle. Jacob with one last blow, sends Ravager flying off the second
rope. Jacob gets adjusted, looks like he’s getting ready to spread — WAIT! Ravager’s up, he rushes to the ropes, just like Kurt Angle…INSTANT KARMA!
ONE!

TWO!

THREE

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QUARTERFINALS: GALACTIX VS PAUL JARVIS

“Peace Of Mind” by Boston hits the arena as Galactix steps out to the stage, Carolinas Championship draped over his shoulder. The fans cheer as Galactix
makes his way down the aisle. He slides in to the ring and hands his championship to an official on the outside as his music fades out.

“Just Like You” by 3 Days Grace blasts in the arena as boos fill the arena. Paul Jarvis steps out to the stage and raises the World Heavyweight Championship
high in to the air. He smiles as he lowers it and drapes it across his shoulder. He struts down the aisle with a cocky smile on his face and makes his
way up the steel steps. He steps in to the ring and pulls the championship off of his shoulder. Jarvis kisses the belt before handing it to an official
outside of the ring as his music fades out.

Galactix is greeted in the ring with a right hand from Jarvis. Galactix returns the favor with a left. The two men exchange blows until Jarvis gains control
with a drop kick. Jarvis stays on the attack with a sleeper hold, trying to ground his opponent before he even gets started. Galactix is down. Jarvis pulls
him up into a ‘perfect-plex’ and hooks the leg for the quick count. Referee counts one…kickout by Galactix!

Jarvis only gets a one count on that early pin attempt. Jarvis flips Galactix into the corner, setting him up for a dropkick, but Galactix hooks the ropes
and watches as Jarvis crashes and burns. Galactix is quick to take advantage of his new found momentum as he delivers a jawbreaker to Jarvis, then whips
him into the ropes for a missile dropkick. Galactix stays on the offense as he whips Jarvis in to a corner and follows him in, but gets surprised as Jarvis
pulls off a frog splash, switching the momentum back to Jarvis! Jarvis once again

goes for an early cover as the ref counts…one…one and a half…kick
out by Galactix.

Jarvis stays on the attack as he climbs the ropes and lands a frog splash. But he doesn’t seem to be done as he gets in Galactix’ face and tells him it’s
over. Jarvis climbs the ropes again, this time going for a Miracle Moonsault, but Galactix moves just in the nick of time, causing Jarvis to land awkwardly!
Galactix takes advantage with the crowd behind him. He climbs the ropes and lands a flying elbow. Galactix decides to go for an early pin as the ref counts,
but Jarvis kicks out before the ref even gets a one count.

Both men get back to their feet Galactix stays on the attack landing a standing enziguri, taking Jarvis back to the mat. Galactix climbs the ropes going
for Galactix Splash, but Jarvis gets back to his feet and joins him on the top rope as the two exchange lefts and rights, before Jarvis is able to suplex
Galactix off the turnbuckle. Both men are injured in the depression move as Jarvis land awkwardly again. Both men are down as the fans are really getting
behind Galactix. Both men are back on their feet. Galactix gets the first lick in with a left hand to Jarvis’ jaw, but Jarvis returns the favor with a
right hand to Galactix. The two men exchange blows with neither one really getting the upper hand until Galactix lands a missile dropkick out of nowhere!
The move takes Jarvis by surprise, but before he is able to regroup, Galactix rocks him with another…knocking him hard to the canvas to the satisfaction
of the fans. Galactix is really feeling it now as he climbs to the top turnbuckle for a Galactix Splash, but Jarvis is able to move at the last second!
Jarvis goes back on the attack, backing Galactix in to the turnbuckle with a series of chops, but Galactix fires back with a series of left hooks as the
two tieup in the middle of the ring. Jarvis pulls off a standing dropkick, knocking Galactix into the referee.

The ref is out. Jarvis smiles as he goes for a clothesline but Galactix ducks and connects with an enziguri as Jarvis turns around! Galactix climbs the
ropes and connects with the Galactix splash and goes for the cover! Jarvis is out, but there is no ref. Galactix goes to try and revive the ref. Jarvis
is back up and applies a sleeper hold to Galactix. Galactix breaks the hold and attempts a standing hurricanrana, but Jarvis somehow keeps his balance
and counter it in to The Cure For Cancer!

Galactix is trying to fight it. he doesn’t want to tap! Jarvis has him in the middle of the ring. Galactix is trying to reach, but Jarvis won’t let him.
And Galactix taps!

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QUARTERFINALS: EL FIERO VS MASAFUMI SATAKE

“Down The Drain” by Zero Boys kicks in the arena as Masafumi Satake steps out to the stage. The crowd cheers for the NAPW newcomer as he makes his way down
the aisle. He slides in to the ring and waits for his opponent as the music fades out.

“Dig” by Mudvayne blares over the PA as the crowd boos El Fiero steps out to the stage and raises his arms in the air. He sucks up the hatred of the crowd
as he makes his way down the aisle, running his thumb across his throat, motioning to Satake that he’s going to kill him. Fiero steps up to the apron and
steps over the top rope. He readjusts his mask as his music fades out.

The ref calls for the bell as Satake looks at the man who obviously oversizes him. They lock up, and El Fiero instantly buries a knee to Satake’s gut. Fiero
backs Satake in the corner and continues with deliver lefts and rights to the body. Fiero whips the helpless Satake hard to the opposite corner, enough
impact to drop Satake hard to the mat. Fiero slowly stalks Satake and brings him back to his feet. He holds Satake by the arm…MASSIVE LARIAT! He keeps
hold of Satake’s arm and pulls him back up…a second lariat! He pulls Satake up one more time…THIRD LARIAT! Satake crashes hard to the mat in pain as
Fiero drops the elbow to the chest, and holds it to make the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

Satake is able to kick out! Fiero readjusts his loose mask before picking Satake back up. Fiero lifts Satake up in to a reverse fireman’s carry, and he
swings him around for a neckbreaker! He drags Satake over to the corner, resting him in a sitting position against the turnbuckles. Fiero delivers one
kick after another before pressing his boot against Satake’s throat for the choke! The referee insists that Fiero releases the choke, and he finally does.
He pulls Satake back up, lifting him overhead…snake eyes! Fiero hits the far ropes as Satake stumbles out of the corner…big boot! NO! Satake moves
out of the way just in time, and Fiero crotches himself against the top turnbuckle! Fiero pulls his leg back, giving him back his standing base. He turns
to Satake…dropkick, but it barely phases Fiero. Satake quickly returns to his feet…a second dropkick, and Fiero crashes back first in to the corner!
Satake follows with a hard knee lift…and a bulldog that takes the big man down! Satake makes the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

Fiero tosses Satake off of him with force! Both men return to their feet, and Satake rushes at Fiero…but Fiero catches him by the throat! Headbutt by
Fiero! Fiero lifts Satake in to the air and violently tosses him in to the corner! Fiero backs off. He turns back to Satake, runs like a freight train
at him…massive lariat in the corner! Fiero grips Satake by the throat and lifts him to the top rope, leaving Satake in a standing position. He grabs
Satake’s arm and pulls him off the ropes for another massive clothesline! Fiero places his boot on Satake for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

Fiero steps off of Satake before the three count! He pulls Satake back up, but Satake counters with a dropkick to the knee! Fiero falls to one knee and
Satake laces him with kicks to both kidneys! Satake with a violent knee lift to the jaw…and another! Satake grabs Fiero in a urinagi position and falls
forward executing a modified backbreaker! He falls back and hits a nice STO! Satake applies a crossface on Fiero, but Fiero instantly returns to his feet
and is able to swing the submission in to a sidewalk slam! Fiero grabs ahold of Satake’s skull with both hands and lifts him in to the air. Satake kicks
Fiero…and a second kick! Fiero drops Satake and Satake instantly goes for a dropkick, but Fiero swats him away! Fiero waits as Satake gets back up…big
boot! Fiero grips the throat of Satake while he lays on the mat. He lifts Satake high in to the air…chokeslam! Fiero gives a smile as he looks at the
lifeless body of Satake. He looks over to the corner and decides to ascend. He climbs to the top rope, trying to hold his balance. Fiero holds the ropes,
realizing that he can’t get balance on the top rope. He steps down to the middle rope and tries again, but again he has troubles holding his balance. Fiero
smirks as he sits on the top turnbuckle. He climbs down to the bottom turnbuckle and gains his balance. Fiero dives off for the elbow…but Satake moves!
Fiero holds his elbow before getting on all fours. Satake with a hammerlock, and he rolls Fiero up for a pin!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

The referee calls for the bell as Satake quickly rolls out of the ring. He smiles as he makes his way back up the aisle. Fiero appears irate as he yells
at the referee. He argues with the ref before tearing off his mask, revealing that he is Jake Phoenix! Phoenix frustratedly leaves the ring.

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NON TOURNAMENT MATCH: VINCENT BLACK VS RAGIN’ REDNECK

“Carbomb” explodes through the arena and is almost immediately drowned by boos, because the crowd knows who’s about to hit the ramp, Vincent Black. He struts
confidently through the ramp, passed a hail of boos and insults. He flicks them off, before rolling in the ring.

“I’m a country boy” booms through the crowd, giving them a change, a good change — they all cheer for this man: “The Raging Redneck” Bubba J. He slaps
fives with the fans, hit on women, ask for beer, laughs, then steps through the ropes.

Both men meat — oh shit. I meant meet. From the top, guys.

Both men meet up center ring, a good ol’ fashion tie up, Black being the bigger man takes full control in this one, sending Redneck into the corner. There
he unleashes vicious chops, rendering Redneck’s chest to a big red, swollen mess. He sends him to the other corner, to follow with a splash — BUT NO ONE’S
HOME! He goes chest first into the corner, stumbles backwards into Redneck, he takes full advantage of this situation with a school boy roll up pin. ONE!
KICK OUT! Redneck waits for Black, stalking him, calling him out “GIT UP BOY! YOU KNOW I’M GON GIT YOU! GIT UP!” POW! A boot right across Black’s face,
kicking him out of the ring. Redneck moves out to the apron and stands on the second ropes. “Y’ALL EVA SEE A REDNECK FLY?” The crowd gets right behind
him “BUBA J! BUBA J! BUBA J!” He leaps off the ropes, Vincent Black catches him and follows up with a MEAN POWERLSAM ON THE CONCRETE! He’s rolled into
the ring and covered. ONE! TWO! KICK OUT!

Black whips Redneck to the ropes, goes for a clothesline — MISSES — REDNECK KEEPS GOING! RETURNS! AND A HUGE ELBOW! He starts stomping away on Black,
stomping a mud hole. He brings Black to his feet, takes a swing at him, misses, Black crushes him with a SERIOUS pumphandle slam. He doesn’t pin just yet,
no, Black sends Redneck into the turnbuckle, right shoulder first. Black rolls out of the ring and grabs hold of Redneck’s right arm, SMASHES IT INTO THE
STEEL POST! THEN AGAIN! AND AGAIN! He gets back into the ring then covers him. Just a two count. Black brings Redneck up to his feet, Redneck grabs hold
of his jeans, near the waist area, falls back down, which tosses Black out of the ring. Redneck rolls out and motions to the crowd, “You gon finish that?”
The crowd member takes his last gulp and hands over the Budweiser bottle. Redneck rushes over to Black, smashes the bottle over his head, busting him wide
open.

Redneck grabs hold of Black’s brown hair, bringing him to his feet and plants him on the cement with DDT. Redneck goes under the ring for something and
comes out with a chair. “GIT UP YOU DUMB SUM BITCH!” Black is up. Redneck swings. MISSES! Black sends a large boot to Redneck’s mid section, causing him
to drop the chair, places his head under his crotch. He calls for the The New Hope. HE LIFTS! REDNECK REFUSES! LIFTS AGAIN! REDNECK STILL STUBBORN! BLACK
CLUBS! LIFTS! PLACES HIM ON HIS SHOULDERS — WAIT! Redneck starts to battle out of it, a series of fists, then an eye rake — he’s liberated. The crowd
cheer for him.

He walks towards the crowd one, and looks at one of the fans. “PHEW! That was close, lemme get some of your beer.” Redneck takes a big swig, high fives
the owner of the beer, turns around — FLYING CLOTHESLINE BY BLACK INTO THE CROWD! Black screams over at a fan, scheming for his chair, making big threats,
but he finally gets the chair. He looks over at Redneck and smashes the chair into his right arm. The pain is too serious, Redneck drops to one knee and
gets booted by Black. Black wipes the sweat and blood off of his face and onto Redneck, before spitting on him. The crowd no where near a fan of this,
they boo and call him and (BLEEP). He laughs at them all. Black tosses the chair over the rail, then Redneck. Black sends Redneck into the ring, and comes
in still with his chair in his hand, and waits. Redneck is up on one knee, Black is standing there, muttering curse words and other harsh insults at Redneck.
Redneck gets up, turns around. BLACK RUSHES WITH THE CHAIR! SWINGS! MISSES! REDNECK WITH A KICK TO THE MIDSECTION! TRAILER PARK TRASH! ONE! TWO! THREE!
And this one’s over.

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SEMIFINALS: ENZO VS RAVAGER

“Knock Knock” by GZA starts up as the crowd begin to boo mercilessly. Enzo appears from behind the curtain, accompanied by Murcielago, and the two of them
head down the aisle.

The music does down, being replaced by “Path” by Apocalyptica as the crowd cheer for the 2007 King of Hardcore. Ravager appears at the top of the aisle
before making his way down the aisle as we await the beginning of this match.

The bell sounds and this match is underway. Enzo seems cocky after that victory over Dio Muerte last night, and he’s taunting Ravager with an offer of a
tie-up. Accepted. And Ravager immediately overpowers his opponent, forcing Enzo back against the turnbuckle. The official steps in to break it up, which
he gets – before Ravager unleashes some ferocious chop across the chest! Seven of them to be precise, and Enzo stumbles out of the corner and right into
a side headlock. The Staten Island native tries to fight back with some side elbows to the gut, each one forcing Ravager to weaken his hold before eventually
being pushed away against the rope – and Ravager drops his opponent with a shoulder block! Ravager grabs Enzo’s legs, looking for the submission hold -
but he’s kicked away. Enzo pops back to his feet, but he’s taken down by a Northern Lights release suplex that hurls him across the ring! And Ravager is
back on the offensive as he drags his opponent back to his feet again, this time placing him back in the corner – whereupon he unloads with a succession
of forearm shots! An Irish whip sends Enzo from pillar to post, with Ravager in hot pursuit–BOOT TO THE FACE! Ravager staggers back as Enzo charges–INTO
RAVAGER’S LARIAT! And the pin attempt garners a two count.

Ravager lifts his opponent back to his feet before going for the Irish whip – only to have it reversed. Enzo sends his opponent against the rope – and Murcielago
grabs Ravager’s foot behind the referee’s back! Ravager tries to remain focused on his opponent in the ring, but Enzo has already taken advantage of the
blatant cheating with a boot to the gut, followed by a spinning neck breaker! Enzo goes for the cover, barely getting a two count, but he’s not letting
Ravager get back to his feet. He applies a rear chin lock – if only for a moment, because Ravager is battling his way back to his feet. And the former
NAPW champion pushes his opponent away and against the ropes – SPRINGBOARD BACK ELBOW BY ENZO! And he’s heading up top now. Ravager regains his vertical
base. CROSS BODY BLOCK! And the pin! ONE! TWONOOO!

Both men get back to their feet as Enzo strikes first with some haymakers to the face. One, two, three haymakers – but Ravager takes his opponent down with
a double leg takedown! He’s still got the legs hooked as he looks to be going for the Boston crab – but Enzo crawls through the legs, breaking the hold.
He scrambles back to his feet and goes for the rear waist lock – but Ravager counters with a standing wristlock. That doesn’t last too long, however, as
Enzo flips forward, catching Ravager with a head scissors takedown! Both men hurry to their vertical bases again, and again, Enzo lashes out with some
haymakers before running against the ropes – right into a boot to the gut. DDT! And Enzo gets spiked! Ravager is a little bit slower as he stands back
up, but Enzo is still down on the mat. Uh-oh, Ravager has his opponent by the legs – THE GAROTTE! He’s got it locked in, right smack dab–well, near enough
the center of the ring! Enzo’s squirming, reaching out for the rope … and he finds Murcielago! And in a flash, Enzo has reached the ropes as the official
calls for the break. Ravager is forced to release the hold as he stares daggers at Murcielago on the outside … but he needs to focus on Enzo. The Staten
Island native has pulled himself back to his feet. Ravager stands up as well – and he’s grabbed from behind with a waist lock–REVERSED! Ravager connects
with a forearm to the kidneys before rushing across the ring, bouncing off the ropes and coming back with a BASEBALL SLIDE THROUGH THE LEGS OF ENZO, STRAIGHT
INTO MURCIELAGO! The big man goes flying from the unexpected shot, but Enzo is on his feet. He charges at Ravager with a lariat–DUCKED! Ravager dives
around the back–LAST RESORT! ONE! TWO! THREE!

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SEMIFINALS: PAUL JARVIS VS MASAFUMI SATAKE

“Down The Drain” by Zero Boys kicks in the arena as Masafumi Satake steps out to the stage. The crowd cheers for the NAPW newcomer as he makes his way down
the aisle. He slides in to the ring and waits for his opponent as the music fades out.

“Just Like You” by 3 Days Grace cranks viagra100mgprice-discountone.com throughout the arena as Paul Jarvis steps out to the stage, raising the belt high above his head. The crowd resounds
in boos, much as they have every time the arrogant ringmaster has made his presence felt. He drapes the belt across his shoulder and walks down the aisle.
He smirks as he slides in to the ring. Jarvis kisses the belt before handing it to an official on the outside. His music fades out.

The referee calls for the opening bell, and the two men lock up. Satake takes the advantage as he forces Jarvis back to the corner. He delivers a knife
edge chop to the chest…and another. Satake whips Jarvis to the opposite corner, but Jarvis reverses it. Jarvis approaches Satake in the corner and snapmares
him to the mat. He applies a reverse chin lock, forcing the referee to check on Satake. Satake struggles but makes it back to his feet as Jarvis floats
over in to a side headlock. He swings Satake down to the mat, but Satake instantly grabs Jarvis with a head scissors. Jarvis tries to separate the legs
and is finally able to, allowing him to escape the hold. Both men return to their feet. They lock up again, and Jarvis delivers the knee to the gut. He
smashes his forearm down in to Satake’s back, dropping him to the mat. Jarvis applies a camel clutch, but Satake instantly returns to his feet and drops
back, smashing Jarvis hard in to the mat. Satake applies a reverse armbar and Jarvis fights his way back to his feet. Satake twists the arm and floats
behind for a hammerlock. Jarvis delivers a back elbow and is able to float behind for a rear waist lock. He attempts to lift Satake, but Satake blocks
it. Satake grabs Jarvis’ head and flips over him. He lands behind Jarvis and lifts him in an inverted fireman’s carry! Jarvis with a forearm to the face,
and Satake is forced to drop Jarvis back to the mat! DDT by Jarvis, and he makes the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

Satake gets his shoulder up! Jarvis lifts Satake to a sitting position and sticks his knee in to the back as he pulls on the arms. The ref checks on Satake,
but the struggling Satake won’t give up! He soaks up chants from the crowd allowing him to rise back to his feet. He quickly spins around holding Jarvis’
arms…release northern lights suplex! Jarvis makes his way back to his feet, but he is dropped to the mat with a dropkick. Jarvis gets back up again,
and again is met with a dropkick. Jarvis returns to his feet and Satake drills him with a back elbow, forcing Jarvis to stumble back in to the corner.
Satake grabs Jarvis by the arm…Ipponzei! He makes the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

Jarvis kicks out! Satake picks Jarvis back up and applies a cobra clutch….suplex! Satake grabs Jarvis’ leg as he lays on his belly and he applies an STF!
The referee checks on Jarvis, but Jarvis answers with a back elbow to the jaw of Satake. Satake releases the hold as he stumbles back. Jarvis returns to
his feet and catches Satake with the sleeper hold! Satake struggles but slowly begins to fade. Jarvis smiles as he feels Satake’s body going limp. The
referee raises Satake’s arm in the air…and it falls! He raises it in the air a second time…and again it falls! The ref raises Satake’s arm in to the
air one last time…and it falls! NO! Satake holds on just before his arm falls! The referee waves off the count and Satake makes a comeback with the crowd
behind him! He grabs Jarvis by the head and with the last bit of his energy, he swings Jarvis overhead with a snapmare! Satake tries to catch his breath
as his opponent lays on the mat.

Satake waits for Jarvis to return to his feet. He grabs Jarvis from behind and lifts him in to the inverted fireman’s carry! Jarvis struggles as he delivers
an elbow to the skull. Jarvis slides down behind Satake and gets him for a backslide, but Satake rolls back to escape the pin! Satake grabs Jarvis as he
tries to return to his feet, and Satake attempts a flipping piledriver…but Jarvis holds his balance midway through the move! He slams Satake back first
hard in to the mat! Jarvis pulls Satake out to the center of the ring and applies The Cure For Cancer! Satake struggles as he tries to force Jarvis in
to more of a sitting position! Satake drags himself towards the ropes as Jarvis no longer has the full support for his submission! Satake is near the ropes….he’s
reaching out! He almost has the bottom rope..NO! Jarvis drags him back out to the center of the ring, and once again applies the full pressure, placing
his knee against the back of Satake’s head! Satake struggles…and he taps out!

Jarvis releases the hold as the referee calls for the bell. Jarvis slides out of the ring and grabs the World Heavyweight Championship. He kisses it before
draping in across his shoulder and making his way back up the aisle.

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NON TOURNAMENT MATCH: NICK EVERHARDT VS MATTHEW KURTIS

Nick Everhardt comes out from the curtains, “Heretics & Killers” booming loud through the arena, getting the crowd pumped. He trades fives with the crowd
members, screams with them, poses with them. He rolls into the ring, does some stretches, runs back and forth across the ring.

“Bluegrass Badass” Matthew Kurtis comes down to the ring with a hail boos, Lyndsay and Seek and Destroy blaring, rocking the crowd back and forth. He gets
into the ring after walking past those angry fans. Nick extends for the handshake but is left hanging. The bell rings.

AND BAM! A large soup bowl from Kurtis to Nick, Nick gets ROCKED back! He’s off the damn ropes with a spear– SPEAR, SPEAR, SPEAR! He isn’t done, he exchanges
lefts, rights, lefts, rights, then grabs hold of Matt’s left arm, he applies an armbar — wait, what is this? Tekken 3? — He yanks back with all he’s
got. Matt screams, succumbing to the pain. Nick’s up, playing Mr. Scout — Matt’s up, Nick rushes, Nick gets taken down…POWERSLAM! Kurtis SMASHES, Nick
into the canvas, hooks the leg, ONE, TWO, KICK OUT!

Both men back up, they tieup for the first time in this match, Kurtis with victory on his mind, knees Nick, then again, and again, and again, AGAIN, AGAIN,
AGAIN, DAMMIT KURTIS, STOP IT, YOU’RE GONNA KILL HIM! He tosses Nick away like a used up chew toy. Nick, using the ropes to get up, STRUGGLES to find his
balance, then drops back down, holding on to the top rope — why? Because Mr. Bluegrass Badass wants to play speeding bullet and rush over at Nick Everhardt.
And of course Everhardt’s gonna use another man’s momentum against him.

Down outside the ring is Matthew Kurtis, getting up and goes right back down, courtesy of a high risk plancha. Nick picks up Matt by the hair and whips
him towards the steel steps, but it’s REVERSED! Nick goes head over heels into the steps, landing on the unforgiving concrete. The crowd eats this up like
a buffet. Matt feeling good, confident, struts over to Nick, grabs him by the head, slowly, “LOOK AT WHAT I’M ABOUT TO DO!” No. He can’t do that on the
concrete, is this man mad? We’ll never find out — he gets elbowed in the stomach by Nick, breaking his grip. Nick sends a kick to Matt’s knee before tossing
him over the rail — THE MATCH IS IN THE CROWD! Nick gets patted by all the REBEL fans, some even offer some popcorn and their own drinks! Nick, too focused
on the match declines the generous offers and sends his boot right into Matt’s face, causing him to roll even further into the crowd. Matt grabs a chair
and takes a swing, a miss. A second swing, a miss. A third — if he misses this one, he should kiss his T-Ball career goodbye — and a HIT! IT’S A HOMERUN!
“I’M ENDING THIS IN THE RING!” Matt drags Nick back towards the ring, tossing him over the rail. Matt goes over the rail as well, places Nick in the ring.
The cover. The one. The two. The thr–KICKOUT! Matt’s exhausted and it’s pretty safe to say, kicking out of that pin was strictly instinct and nothing
else.

Matt shakes his head, gets on his feet and makes moves towards the top rope. He climbs up as the crowd stands confused, anxious. He’s up there, looking
down, getting his balance — OH! WHAT’S THIS? Everhardt jumps up, leeps the third rope, one single leap, like a tiger or something. HARDT-ATTACK! OH BOY!
But he’s too warn out, too beat up to make the cover, he lays next to the broken Matt, struggling to move over for the pin. The ref with the count: ONE!
They don’t make any moves, just attempts, getting their head up, trying to sit up. TWO! Same thing. THREE! Nick rolls — attempts to roll over. FOUR! He
covers Matt. ONE! TWO! THRE-KICKOUT! Nick is shocked, he looks up at the ref, “REF, C’MON! THAT WAS A THREE YOU KNOW IT!” “NO! IT WAS A TWO! TWO! LOOK
AT THE FINGERS! TWO!”

A tired, disappointed Nick returns to war, with the Stop-loss feeling over his head. Matt on his feet, feeling enriched with a second chance, but just as
broken down as Nick. A right from Matt, it’s blocked, a sluggish left from Matt, its deflected too. Nick chops his way out of this one, putting his whole
body into it, leaning into Matt after the chop. With his right hand, he pushes himself off of Matt and delivers another chop. He does this one more time,
pushing Matt into a corner. Matt pushes Nick off, with what force he has left, then extends his right hand out for a punch, but gets placed right back
into the corner with a shoulder levitra vs viagra cost thrust. Nick with another thrust, digs into his gut with his shoulder, Matt tries to club his way out, it works, dropping
Nick to one knee, but Nick’s no quitter, he hits Matt with another VICIOUS shoulder thrust, digging even further with his shoulder, looking for gold, if
you will. Then another club, then a knee, finally a shove that sends Nick across the ring. Matt stays in the corner, gaining some breath back, rubbing
his stomach.

Nick is up. Matt is out of the corner. Nick rushes towards Matt, Matt sidesteps, but NICK KEEPS GOING! He runs into the turnbuckle, scaling it, to the top,
back turned to Matt. He turns around, leaps at Matt, for a Hurricanrana — but not today, not today. Matt catches him, lifts him…BLUEGRASS BOMB! Matt,
tiredly, drops to the mat, covers. ONE…TWO…THREE! Thanks for coming.

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THE FINALS: PAUL JARVIS VS RAVAGER

“Just Like You” by 3 Days Grace is overpowered by the massive boos that sound throughout the arena. Jarvis steps to the stage holding the belt high above
his head. He smirks as he drops the belt across his shoulder and makes his way down the aisle. His music is still unheard over the crowd as he slides in
to the ring. He kisses the belt before handing it to an official on the outside. He waits in his corner anxiously for his opponent.

“Path” by Apocalyptica hits the arena as the crowd erupts in cheers. Ravager steps out to the stage and looks around at the crowd. He makes his way down
the aisle and slides under the bottom rope to enter the ring as his music fades out.

They lock up. Both men fight to take the early advantage, but neither of them are willing to give up any ground. They continue the struggle until Jarvis
buries a knee in to Ravager’s gut. He snapmares Ravager to the mat and quickly hits the far ropes. Jarvis comes at Ravager, and Ravager catches him with
a monkey flip…but Jarvis lands on his feet. Ravager quickly gets back up as Jarvis hits the ropes. Ravager lays on the mat forcing Jarvis to hit the
opposite ropes. Jarvis on the return…and Ravager drills him with a hard right! Ravager helps Jarvis to his feet and delivers him to the corner. He rushes
in, and he crushes Jarvis with a picture perfect lariat! Jarvis falls to a sitting position in the corner, and Ravager hits the far ropes. He comes back
at Jarvis for a hard knee, but Jarvis is quick as he rolls out of the ring to avoid the attack. Ravager backs off, waiting in the middle of the ring as
Jarvis slides back in. The two men stare each other down…and they execute another collar and elbow tie up.

Jarvis quickly applies a side headlock, but Ravager shoots him off in to the ropes. Jarvis returns to duck under a clothesline from Ravager, and he leaps
in to the air…modified sunset flip by Jarvis!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

Ravager kicks his feet together, smashing Jarvis’ head between them. Jarvis falls back as Ravager returns to his feet. Ravager approaches Jarvis and falls
face first to the mat as a result of a drop toe hold. Jarvis floats over and again locks in a side headlock. The referee checks on Ravager, but Ravager
shows his strength as he rises back to his feet. Ravager attempts to lift Jarvis, but Jarvis blocks it as he hooks his leg around Ravager’s. Jarvis floats
over in to a hammerlock, and from there he quickly applies a rear waist lock. Ravager delivers a back elbow…and a second! Ravager with the go behind,
and he now has Jarvis with a rear waist lock! He attempts to lift Jarvis, but Jarvis again blocks it! Jarvis swings his elbow back, but Ravager ducks it.
Ravager attempts a back body drop, but Jarvis lands on his feet! Ravager turns around and is met by a Jarvis boot to the gut…but Ravager catches the
leg! Jarvis with an enziguri, and Ravager ducks it! Jarvis with a second attempt as he brings his leg back up…and he drills Ravager in the skull! Ravager
stumbles and falls chest first on the top rope. He bounces back and turns around still stumbling…Jarvis with a snap DDT! Jarvis picks Ravager back up
and sends him in to the corner. He follows Ravager and lifts him to a sitting position on the top rope. Ravager hits Jarvis with a right, and Jarvis retaliates
with a right of his own. Jarvis begins to climb but he’s met with another hard right from Ravager. Jarvis swings with another right, but Ravager blocks
it. He traps Jarvis’ arm underneath his own and grabs Jarvis’ other wrist…headbutt…and a second…and a third! Ravager delivers a serious of nasty
headbutts, and he finally pushes Jarvis off the turnbuckle and to the mat. Ravager stands on the top rope…diving headbutt! Ravager quickly makes the
cover, hooking the inside leg!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Jarvis kicks out at the last second! Ravager brings Jarvis back to his feet and he whips Jarvis hard in to the corner. Ravager follows up with hard lariat,
then continues with the assault as he delivers rights and lefts to the head and body! He pulls Jarvis out of the corner, spins him back around…and drop
toe holds him face first in to the bottom turnbuckle! Ravager places his foot on the back of Jarvis’ head as he grabs his arms…THE SILENCER! Jarvis falls
to the mat in pain, but before Ravager can follow up, Jarvis rolls out of the ring holding his face. Ravager doesn’t wait for Jarvis this time as he quickly
slides out of the ring. He grabs Jarvis and smashes him face first in to the apron. Ravager rolls Jarvis in and steps up to the apron. Jarvis is quick
to get back to his feet, and he hangs Ravager throat first across the top rope. Ravager falls to the floor outside as Jarvis returns to his feet and smiles.
Instead of following up, Jarvis taunts the crowd…

“I’m here to work a miracle!”

The crowd erupts in deafening boos, resounding throughout the whole arena. Ravager begins to stir as he reaches up for the apron. Jarvis hits the far ropes
and comes at Ravager with a baseball slide…but Ravager moves out of the way! Ravager hits Jarvis with a right, and Jarvis falls to the floor. He gets
back to his feet, and he’s met with a second right from Ravager! Jarvis returns to his feet and swings with a right of his own, but Ravager blocks it.
Ravager delivers a vicious headbutt which makes Jarvis stumble backwards. Ravager whips Jarvis…no…it’s reversed…and Jarvis crashes chest and shoulder
first in to the steel steps! Ravager picks Jarvis up and rolls him back in to the ring. Ravager slides in after him and shoots the half for the cover!
ONE!

TWO!

NO!

Jarvis is able to get his foot on the ropes, and the match will continue! Ravager picks Jarvis back up, he hooks the leg…release fisherman’s suplex. Ravager
makes his way to the corner and climbs to the top rope…guillotine legdrop! Ravager picks Jarvis up once again and applies a full nelson….looking for
the Last Resort! Jarvis slides out of the hold falling to the mat, and he kicks his feet up at Ravager. Ravager catches both of Jarvis’ legs and lifts
him in to the air, but Jarvis is able to turn it in to a rollup pin…no! Jarvis switches his position, and he’s trying to turn Ravager over for The Cure
For Cancer! Ravager struggles to stay out of the hold, and Jarvis finally falls back, lunging Ravager face first in to the corner! Ravager turns stumbling
out as Jarvis gets to his feet. Jarvis with a boot to the gut, and a double underhook. He lifts Ravager up…backbreaker! Jarvis looks down at Ravager
and smirks. He quickly ascends the ropes, standing on the top turnbuckle as he taunts the crowd. He leaps…he flips…the height…the distance…PICTURE
PERFECT SHOOTING STAR PRESS! The crowd is in awe from the beauty of the move as is Jarvis, hesitant as he smiles in delight. Jarvis makes the cover as
he lays his back against Ravager’s chest, ready to count the three with the referee!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

Ravager hooks both of Jarvis’ arms and rolls him on to his back for the pin!

ONE!

TWO!

THR…KICKOUT!

Jarvis kicks out at the last second and he quickly returns to his feet. Ravager starts to get up., but is met with a devastating kick to the chest! He picks
Ravager back up, and he sends him back to the mat with a headlock takedown. Jarvis applies pressure to the headlock, but Ravager refuses to give up. Ravager
uses the crowd’s frantic cheers for him as motivation. He returns to his feet and lifts Jarvis in the air…atomic drop! Jarvis stumbles away in pain and
turns back towards Ravager…inverted atomic drop! Jarvis again stumbles away only to turn back towards Ravager…drop toe hold by Ravager, and Jarvis
smashes in to the mat! Ravager with a stepover toe hold…THE GAROTTE! Jarvis struggles as he is in obvious pain. The referee checks to see if he wants
to give up, but he refuses. Ravager applies more pressure as Jarvis desperately reaches for the ropes…he is only inches away, but Ravager’s isn’t giving
him any slack! Jarvis reaches with one arm, as the other rests the air, clinches, trying it’s hardest to not tap out! He’s close…his hand appears ready
to come down! NO! Jarvis is barely able to grab the bottom rope, and the referee calls for the release! Ravager releases Jarvis and quickly brings him
back to his feet. Jarvis with a thumb to the eye which allows him to whip Ravager in to the corner. Jarvis rushes in, but Ravager tosses Jarvis in to the
air…and Jarvis lands on the top rope, trying to hold his balance. Ravager turns to Jarvis…and Jarvis with a modified version of The Miracle Moonsault!
Jarvis wraps his legs around Ravager for a body scissors! Ravager struggles but is able to roll on to his belly…Boston crab by Ravager! Jarvis lifts
himself and tries dragging his body towards the ropes, but Ravager uses his power to hold Jarvis in the center of the ring! Jarvis rolls under…hooking
the legs for a pin!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

Ravager kicks out! Both men return to their feet, and Jarvis delivers a boot to the gut. He whips Ravager hard in to the corner and follows him in…double
knees to the chest! Ravager stumbles out and Jarvis grabs his legs to trip him to the mat. He pulls Ravager towards the center of the ring, again trying
to flip him over for The Cure For Cancer! Ravager fights to block the turnover, but Jarvis won’t give up on going for his elevated Boston crab!

As Jarvis continues to try and flip Ravager up, Blood makes his way down the aisle, in odd form as he is wearing a business suit. Blood makes his way over
to the timekeeper’s table, unseen by Jarvis. Blood speaks to the officials outside of the ring and grabs the World Heavyweight Championship. He makes his
way back around the ring and continues up the aisle as Jarvis finally flips Ravager over. Jarvis notices Blood walking up the aisle with the World Heavyweight
Championship and instantly releases his submission. He makes his way to the edge of the ring, leaning out between the middle and top rope

“What the hell are you doing?!”

Blood stops and turns back towards Jarvis.

“Bring me back my damn title!”

Blood smiles as Jarvis is waving him to return the belt Jarvis backs out of the ropes as Ravager gets up. Ravager locks in the full nelson…LAST RESORT…and
he has the pin!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Ravager releases the hold as the referee calls for the bell. Ravager returns to his feet and the referee raises his arm in victory. Jarvis rests on his
knees, looking at Ravager in disbelief. He returns to his feet and leans back out of the ring.

“What the hell was that, Yoshiru?! You just costed me the match!”

Blood continues to smile as he makes his way back over to the timekeeper’s table. He grabs the microphone from Jenny as Jarvis quickly turns towards Blood
again.

BLOOD: Paul, it’s time to give the World Heavyweight Championship back to the World Heavyweight Champion…DERRICK STEELE!

PAUL JARVIS: Who the hell do you think you are?!

BLOOD: It’s funny you should ask that. See, earlier tonight, myself, Jake Phoenix, Derrick Steele, and you had a little altercation. During that altercation,
Jake Phoenix decided to drop me with the Tombstone! So, as I was sitting in the back after being helped by some of REBEL’s officials, I came up with an
idea. I made a few phone calls…

PAUL JARVIS: None of this has told me what the hell you think you’re doing with MY World Heavyweight Championship!

BLOOD: Those phone calls I made…they were to my lawyers. I had some papers drawn up…and…well…I purchased REBEL Pro Wrestling from Rick Garrett!
The crowd gives a mixed reaction to the announcement as an irate Jarvis kicks at the ropes.

BLOOD: So, like I said…I’m giving this belt back to it’s rightful owner! And as far as who will face the champion next, I will give my decision at Riot!
The scene fades as Derrick Steele makes his way out to Blood, taking back his World Heavyweight Championship.