BEATDOWN 02/16/2010

Underground-Beat Down
2-16-2010
Underground Arena-Durham, NC

{Backstage walking towards Larry Gordon’s office, Jer$ey dressed in a all black suit along with his protÈgÈÖ Mack with the same outfit! Mack isnít walking
empty handed, as he is carrying the familiar briefcase with YM on it.}

Jer$ey knocks on Gordonís Office

Bam, Bam, Bam!!!

GORDON: Who is it?

JER$EY: Yung Mula.

GORDON: Come on in.

Jer$ey and Mack enter the room, as they spot Larry Gordon at his desk with his hand over his head which is down. As if heís depressed or down by something
in particular. Larry Gordon looks up and saysÖ

GORDON: If it isnít Mack and Jer$ey again!

JER$EY: Whatís up Boss? Are you alright man?

GORDON: If not, Iíll try to be.

JER$EY: You sure?

GORDON: Well unfortunately, I have to head back home in four weeks.

Jer$ey sits down in a chair.

JER$EY: Whatís stopping you?

GORDON: REBEL! I donít want to leave this business, without someone to run it, but Iím afraid I may have to.

JER$EY: Mr. Gordon, I know this is like your home away from home. But sometimes you have to go to your real home if you feel something isnít right.

GORDON: Well, I donít feel something isnít right. There is something wrong back home. My grandma, isnít doing so good. The doctors mentioned she had a
certain amount of time to live. And that really stunned and hurt me.

JER$EY: Why canít you go? REBEL will always be here no matter what. With the guys you have now and Michael Massacre out! REBEL is good to go.

GORDON: Your right, but I do not want to miss out on a big show! High Stakes is coming around the corner and I donít want to miss out on it. I want to
be here as well.

JER$EY: Is High Stakes more important than your grandmother?

GORDON: No. But still even if I did want to go home. I canít. My grandma lives all the way in Alaska. I really donít have the money right now to do that.
With the price Casino and Krusty Kid Paul are asking for, I just can’t afford it. It happen to be a last minute thing and Iím not prepared for it.

Jer$ey snaps his finger. As Mack passed him over the briefcase. Jer$ey flips open the tabs and the briefcase opened. Jer$ey glanced at the money, making
sure that itís all there. He then spins the briefcase around, facing Larry Gordon.

GORDON: Wow!

JER$EY: Now Mr. Gordon, I know you are not used to your workers issuing you a deal, similar to the one Iím about to say. But it helps the both of us out.
GORDON: Continue on.

JER$EY: In this briefcase, is exactly one hundred thousand dollars!!! You can do anything you want with it. Take your trip out to Alaska and visit your
grandma, start making funeral arrangements with it. Do whatever you want. Itíll be all yours! Only if you let Yung Mula host High $take$!!!

Gordon continues to look at the money, then glances at Jer$ey. He is obviously thinking extremely hard about it, after all it is his grandma and he loves
his family.

GORDON: Wow! Iím speechless. I mean, all this money for you to run one show? But then again, I donít know how the guys in the locker room will feel, when
the news comes about.

Mack steps up into the scene.

MACK: Mr. Gordon! Your grandma’s life is almost over. Well we really canít predict on what the Lordís fate is. Because itís up to him to decide on who
lives or dies. But with the doctorís diagnostic readings, I think itís best for you to take that trip. And let us take over High $take$!! I promise nothing
will get out of hand.

JER$EY: Yeah, man. To make sure everything goes well, we will have you at the show, but not at the show. Meaning you will be on satellite viewing everything.
Using our state of the art and top of the line laptop, with webcam and wireless internet at the building, you can watch the show. Anything you donít like
you can speak your mind right then, and there.

GORDON: Well… Larry Gordon seems to be pondering this very heavily.

GORDON: Ok, you’ve got a deal although I get final say so over the card you book. We’ll talk more about it over the internet and phone calls. In fact,
beginning tonight! You can start officially booking your matches!!! Again, with my approval of course.

Jer$ey looks at Mack, they start smiling. Jer$ey gets out the chair and saysÖ

JER$EY: Thank you! I appreciate you doing this.

GORDON: No, I shall thank you! For allowing me to do the impossible. And itís real important for me to catch that flight to Alaska after the show tonight.
Gordon stands up and shakes Jer$ey and Mack’s hand.

GORDON: Thank you guys. And by the way. Let the champ know, I said donít be a stranger to me. He knows heís one of my all-time favorites.

JER$EY: I will pass the message on.

(Jer$ey and Mack exitís the office.)

GORDON: Iím coming home grandma! Your olí grandboy will be coming home!!!

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Raheem Black entered to a non existent crowd, well they seemed to be that way because they gave neither boos or cheers. Popcorn crunching was louder than
the reaction for Raheem Black and no wonder because he couldn’t be bothered to record a promo and we know how that will go for him in his tryout. JT’s
music hit the speakers and from the back to a huge ovation came one of the crowd’s favorite sons, Whiplash. The crowd chanted his name for a good two minuts
straight until he stepped into the ring to face off against the newcomer Raheem Black. The two locked up, but it didn’t take long before Whiplash had the
advantage backing him into the corner and beating the hell out of him. JT powered right through Raheem’s defenses with rights, lefts, kicks, and elbows.
A spinebuster put Raheem on the canvas and JT went up top, hitting The Rebel Yell, but instead of making the cover, he gave into the crowd by giving them
more. JT took the lack of recording a promo as an insult so he pulled out some hardcore toys, staple gun and thumbtacks, not to mention a dinner plate.
The announcers were shocked that JT didn’t go immediately for the win, but JT was having a buy generic cialis online ton of fun here. He nailed Raheem with the dinner plate, sending
pieces of it into his cialis for sale face and skull before he scooped him onto the table. JT then began to methodically staple Raheem to the viagra pills for men table, or at least he was
trying to do that, if the staples had been long enough, he would have. JT dumped the tacks down on the canvas and took a break to receive a beer from his
manager and chug it down, refilling his emptying tank. JT rushed over as Raheem was getting up and nailed him with the corner of the platerfrom earlier,
then he crumpled the can on his nose. He stood Raheem up, in front of the tacks, then leaped from the top rope with the Rebel Yell for the cover and the
pin.

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match, JT Whiplash!

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The Freak Show came down to the ring tonight with nieanderthal dolls dressed like Yung Mula. There was a muchlarger doll representing Mack and a much much
shorter doll, about an inch tall that resembled Jer$ey. The Freak and Shut Down were wearing Youthful Mulahhhhhhh yawn hhhhhhhh shirts. On the back of
the shirts were the words… “Bankrupted February 16, 2010″. The Freak hopped into the ring as Shut Down stepped over the top. From the back to a huge
ovation came Yung Mula’s Mack and Jer$ey, they slapped the hands before sliding into the ring. The bell had barely sounded before these four men started
tearing into each other. Jer$ey and The Freak exchanged some wrestling holds, The Freak mainly toying with Jer$ey before planting him with some Ju Jitzu
move. Mack was having no better luck against Shut Down who pounded his face with rights and lefts in the corner. The tide turned for Yung Mula when Mack
managed a quick jab and followed it up with a right uppercut that sent Shut Down into the corner. Jer$ey sprung off the ropes to catch The Freak with a
toe kick to the temple and he landed right in Mack’s arms. Mack flung him over his back to the canvas below. Jer$ey and Mack decided to turn their attention
to the big man of Freak Show with a well oiled double team of Shut Down. Shut Down absorbed an enourmous amount of pain, nearly everything that Yung Mula
threw at him as The Freak prepared a table to slide into the ring behind their backs. On the outside, The Freak has poured charcoal lighter fluid on himself,
stinking up the entire building. Taking his cue from The Freak, Shut Down powered out with a right hand to

Mack. Jer$ey fought Shut Down back, but the
barbed wire kendo stick to his groin from The Freak halted his fighting. Shut Down pulled a pair of Golden Sweets from his trunks, nailing Mack with them
sending him over the top rope. Jer$ey holds at his crotch, The Freak pulls the kendo stick back and forth, making a very adult type gesture which caused
Shut Down to laugh. Shut Down climbed out of the ring, tossing a thirty-five foot ladder into the ring and The Freak climbed to the top of the enormously
high structure. All of a sudden flames erupted from Freak’s body and he nailed Jer$ey with the Sight Unseen from the top of the ladder through a table
covered in light tubes and forks. Alan Stone slid into disgusted position and made the count for the pin and the win. The Freak Show shows why they absolutely
dominate in a match like this one as they stand tall over the Rebel Pro Tag Team Championship #1 Contenders.

JENNY JERSEY: Winners of the match…. The Freak Show!

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“I’m A Rebel” hits up and the fans cheer for the owner of Rebel Pro, perhaps not too pleased with his deal with Yung Mula, but they can understand his
situation.

ROB MARTINEZ: Larry Gordon out, maybe to make sure the Tag Team Championship match is as clean as it can be.

CORY TAYLOR: Yeah, when Vincent wins, I want to see it be the bloodbath only Black can make it.

Larry Gordon has the mic, and begins to talk.

LARRY GORDON: Ladies and Gentlemen, children of all ages…

The crowd cheers.

LARRY GORDON: You may not be happy with my decision earlier, but it is something that I have to do. Just like I have to cancel the match between Vincent
Black and Duncan Aries.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

LARRY GORDON: I agree, but as you may

not know, someone… perhaps two someones, attacked Vincent in the back parking lot before the show leaving him bloody
and beaten. Vincent wants to wrestle…

CROWD: Let him wrestle(clap, clap, clap clap clap) Let him wrestle(clap, clap, clap clap clap)

Larry shakes his head.

LARRY GORDON: I can’t because he has suffered a skull fracture, a torn bicep, and a possiblity of eight broken ribs.

CROWD: We Don’t Care! We Don’t Care! We Don’t Care!

LARRY GORDON: However, I have arranged to have Vincent and Duncan come out here so that Vincent can hand over his portion of the belts. Duncan, will you
please come on out?

“Judith” hits up as Duncan Aries walks from the back, his tag team belt over his left shoulder.

“Carbomb” by the Acacia Strain plays, and the crowd begins to boo. The booing quiets just a little bit though, when Vincent Black walks through the curtain.
He is wearing jeans and a Hardcore Drinking t-shirt, and his head has a huge bandage on it. He is walking slowly and stiffly. He is holding his tag team
championship in his left hand, and a microphone in his right. He steps up on the apron, which seems to be a difficult task. He winces in pain as he does
so, and steps over the top rope. He walks to the center of the ring, and stands next to Gordon.

VINCENT: So, it would seem like The Freak Show or whomever did this has won. Larry Gordon has barred me from competing in REBEL until I have completely
healed, and the doctor can say I have absolutely no injuries. Right now, I don’t come close to passing that test. And even though I tried to fight this,
REBEL pulled their lawyers in, and hid behind my “contractual agreement” to not perform unless I am completely healthy.

The crowd boos are directed at Gordon now, as he shrugs his shoulders.

LARRY GORDON: I am not going to have anyone die inside this ring Black and you know that. I am not going to have anyone compete to start out a match in
your condition.

VINCENT: Either way, I am legally barred from wrestling tonight. I wanted this match to happen because, honestly, Aries deserves a good match for these
titles. But no, The Freak show and maybe even Dirty Money robbed both Aries and I of that. And trust me, when I can come back, I will get them.

The crowd is actually cheering, albeit only a small bit, for Vincent Black.

VINCENT: But as for right now, I’m being told I have to forfeit my title. Yet, I think it’s worth mentioning, I’m giving it to a man who truly deserves
it.

Without hesitation, Black gives his title to Aries. Aries looks a little cautious, but takes the title slowly. Black hands the belt over with no incident.
VINCENT: Ladies and gentlemen, the undisputed Tag Team Champion, Duncan Aires!

The crowd cheers and applauds

Duncan looks on, not believing his fortune.

Vincent grabs Aries hand, and raises it above his head. He drops it, and goes to the ropes. He holds the ropes as “Judith” begins to play. Aries makes
his way towards the ropes, and exits the ring where Vincent is holding the ropes as the crowd applauds.

As soon as Aries is on the apron, he has his back turned to Black. Black grabs him by the neck and throws him back over the ropes into the ring, and the
crowd instantly boos.

COREY TAYLOR: viagraonline-canadianpharma The true champ proves he’s still got it!

Black stalks towards Aries, and Larry Gordon steps between the two. Black, quite literally, steps over Gordon as Aries makes his way to his feet, and the
two trade blows.

Aries with an early advantage, and he whips Black into the ropes. Black grabs the ropes and winces in pain. Aries stands his ground, and Black lets go
of the ropes to attack Aries., but Gordon yet again gets in the way.

LARRY GORDON: One more aggressive move Vincent and I have the contractual power to remove you from this Rebel Pro roster… permanently!

VINCENT (loud enough to be heard without a microphone): Aries, when I come back, you are first on my hit list. I carried your broken ass in this team,
and I’ll f*cking prove it!

Huge boo from the crowd, and Black exits the ring.

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The next match up on the card promised to be a good one as Chad Kurtis and Marcus Marion came from the back, each getting the ovation befitting their position
with the fans. Chad and Marcus stood in the ring, squaring off with each other before both locked up in the center of the ring. The first third of the
match showed both wrestlers amateur wrestling skills with ankle, arm, and even a couple of leglocks as they tried to wear the other wrestler down from
the sound of the bell. Chad was not taking Marcus for granted just because this was a non-title match because he gives it his all no matter what. Marcus
was able to get the advantage when Chad went for a springboard move and Marcus’ manager hit the ropes causing Chad to slip. Marcus caught Chad in a full
nelson turning to slam him on his face. Marcus then used a variety of grounded submission moves to wear down Chad’s legs and back, taking away the high
flying moves from Chad’s arsenol. Chad almost got the advantage back with a Irish whip reversal into a springboard backfist, but Marcus was able to catch
the arm to lock in a crippler crossface submisssion. Chad would not give up that easily and fought for all he was worth for a good five minutes before
Marcus released the hold to go for his finisher. Chad managed to pulll himself up, but he just wasn’t the same after that long period of the submission
hold. He charged at Marcus, but Marion was able to boot him in the midsection and nail The Revolutionary Thrill for the pin.

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match…. Marcus Marion!

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The crowd is getting ready for the next matchup, when out of the speakers is “Code Of Energy” by Papa Roach, the fans recognizing instantly who’s music
this is, a chorus of boos erupting from the capacity crowd.

ROB MARTINEZ: We recognize the music, but the question is, why is he coming out here?

COREY TAYLOR: I’m a huge fan of this guy, but even I think he went a little overboard the last time he showed his face to our fans.

A single spotlight shines cialis pharmacy online down on Aeolus Wrath, who is in a pair of black jeans and the usual black and dark purple hooded windbreaker he usually sports
for a match, black boots on his feet. He turns slowly from side to side, a sneer present from under the hood, his jet black hair brushed down almost over
his eyes, as he takes in the hatred from the fans. He continues his walk down the aisle, then springing over the ropes into the ring. He scales a turnbuckle
and throws back his hood, the mere sight of him sending half empty cups of beer and wrappers flying his way. He calls for a mic and stands dead center
of the ring, his music dying down. The boos intensify, as he smirks and waits a moment for it to die down, before slowly bringing the mic to his lips.
One comes forth is a http://generic-cialisonlinerxno.com/ classic rock song, paraphrased to his liking.

AEOLUS WRATH: I saw your stupid flag, then I made it black. No colors anymore, I wanted it to turn black.

Wrath rubs his hands together, pleased with himself, as chants of “Die Wrath Die” and “You Suck” run rampant over the crowd.

ROB MARTINEZ: What a total lack of respect for this area’s history by this young man!

COREY TAYLOR: I agree, but when you’re Aeolus Wrath, shaking the bees nest as it were, is what you do.

AEOLUS WRATH: I’m so sick and tired of all you people in Rebel country telling me that what I did was direspectful, mean, cruel, and that I should be punished
for it. Are you serious? You actually believe that? You think I’m sick and twisted, that somehow I’m wrong and all of you idiots are right? Well wake the
hell up people! The Civil War is over, you lost, the North won, get over it already!

More heat from the crowd. Wrath is eating it up.

COREY TAYLOR: He has a point there Rob.

ROB MARTINEZ: Point or not Corey, you don’t spit on heritage, on history.

AEOLUS WRATH: You idiots worship a flag that represents slavery, rape, greed, gluttony, all the things that make that flag, and you morons for following
it, the biggest disgrace this country has. You want to stand for something that has had such a negative impact on history? No, screw that. I don’t make
you people sick for anything but telling the truth, but you need to take a long look at that flag, and yourselves, because you people, you make me want
to puke, and so does that stupid flag, so that’s why I destroyed it, and I’d do it again if I had the chance, how do you like that?

“Die Wrath Die” but more so chants of “We Will Rise” are heard, Wrath rolling his eyes.

AEOLUS WRATH: Oh really? The South will rise again? How cute. Well you know what, people up North, hell people all over this country would believe you
more if most of you could read past 3rd grade level and actually graduate high school. I don’t know, sort of gives that stupid theory a bit more credibility,
wouldn’t you say? Face it people, you let this area down during the Civil War, you’re letting the whole country down, and J.T. Whiplash is letting you
all down because he’s selfish. But you encourage him, so what that means is, when his blood is on my hands, his blood will also be on the hands of each
and every one of you!

A “J.T.” chant starts as Wrath lowers the mic, semi annoyed by the whole thing.

AEOLUS WRATH: Go ahead and chant for your little “hero.” Because truth is, if you morons choose to cheer for a drunken, drugged up has been that’s on his
last leg, that proves to me, and everyone else out there with more logic in their fingernails than you do in your whole brains that you don’t know what
a true hero is. I told you, Whiplash is a selfish man, he does drugs, he sleeps with ring rats, and he drinks until he can’t remember his own name, and
he does this for himself. Then he tries to make you all believe he wrestles, he competes for all of you, but that’s a lie people, a lie you all bought
into, hook, line, and sinker. Because you see, J.T. isn’t just addicted to drugs, alcohol, and cheap motel sex, he’s addicted with this foolish desire
to have one last ride at the top of this business. He puts his battered, broken down body through hell, not for you people, but to satisfy his own ego.
The only hero J.T. Whiplash is, would be a http://generic-cialisonlinerxno.com/ tragic one, and his tragedy is soon to come.

Wrath begins walking to a corner of the ring, where we see for the first time, a spool of barbwire. Wrath peers down at it, with a sick, twisted smile
on his face.

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh no, the look on Wrath’s face tells us the wheels are turning in the mind of this dark soul.

COREY TAYLOR: And if I were Whiplash, I’d listen closely.

AEOLUS WRATH: Whiplash, you want to prove to me, you want to prove to yourself, prove to your legions of idiots that you’re still some kind of tough guy?
That you can still take a beating? Well you see, while I can appreciate your words towards me, I’m the kind of guy who finds more truth in substance than
in theory. So this is what I’m proposing. One month from now, High Stakes 2010, from Durham, you and I, we’re stepping into this ring one final time. You
beat me, I am man enough to give you the respect you feel you deserve. Hell, I might even shake your hand. Bottom line, you won’t hear from me as far as
you and I go. Lose, and you will have admit to the world that I am greater than you J.T., that in the first encounter we had, while you were victorious,
I carried your broken ass through that match. You will call me the greatest adversary in your career. We will do this…in a Barbwire Rope Match.

The crowd cheers, but some are a bit concerned about J.T. Wrath turns away from the barbwire, looking out onto the crowd.

AEOLUS WRATH: What you fail to realize Whiplash, is from the very beginning I have been trying my best to do you a favor. You’re done J.T. It’s over. Its
just a matter of putting the old dog down, one last time. You’re wish for one last ride to the top, its not going to be granted, at least, not by me. You
are leeching off people like me in hopes that we boost your career. You are lying to me, to yourself, and to these people. You carry a flag with you that
is a direct slap in the face to every African American in this country. Putting you away, I will be doing a world of good. So just remember that people,
when I leave this old fossil half dead in the middle of this ring, I didn’t do it for my own personal gain. I did it all..for you.

Wrath drops the mic as the fans give him hell once more, a sinister smile plastered on his face as he takes one last look at the barbwire before exiting
the ring to “Code Of Energy.”

ROB MARTINEZ: Good God, a Barbwire Rope Match at High Stakes 2010? This is career suicide for both men!

COREY TAYLOR: Hey, speak for yourself, Aeolus Wrath comes from a line of wrestlers that enjoy inflicting pain as much as they like taking it. He’s young,
he can recover a bit easier than someone as rattled as J.T. Whiplash. Don’t forget Rob, Wrath’s doing this for all of us. What a considerate guy.

ROB MARTINEZ: Ugh, I can’t believe you can keep a straight face while saying that.

JT’s voice blasts over the arena speakers, grinding out with hatred as he walks through the curtain.

J.T. WHIPLASH: I wanted to get this out before you ran like the true coward that you are. Our match at High Stakes… is… ON!

JT and Aeolus stare at each other, Aeolus smiles as he nods his head, he knew JT would accept.

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What was the main event for the show was moved to co-main event as Chris Casino was taking on The Phoenix for his garanteed Carolinas Title match. Both
men are hated, but perhaps Casino is more hated, who knows all there was to be heard was the familiar boos associated with both men as they were introduced.
Casino started the match off early with a series of takedown, both MMA and amateur wrestling oriented. The Phoenix, a PWA legend, is no match for Casino
who is just having fun with the former Rebel Pro Tag Team Champion. Scottie Snow is out to watch his teacher work, but his teacher is seeming to be taught
himself as Casino hits a clothesline following it up with a roundhouse kick to the what viagra works best face before The Phoenix even hits the mat. Casino climbs to the top
turnbuckle to come off with a top rope elbow drop onto the unconscious Phoenix. Casino isn’t through as he wants to show why he beat Marcus Marion and
that it wasn’t a fluke win. Casino hits a brainbuster suplex, following it with a frogsplash that would make Eddy Guererro proud before he climbs to his
feet once more. Casino hits the Brankrupt version 2.0 to The Phoenix for a leghook cover and pin.

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match and STIIIIIIIILL Carolinas Champion… Chris Casino!

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“Dress Like A Target” hits up and from the back to boos galore are the two hated wrestlers, Macculloch and Krusty Kid Paul. Both men are sharing a bottle
of Mac’s finest as they saunter down to the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: Now making their way down to the ring, the team of KRUSTY KID PAUL and MACCULLOCH!

The familiar banjo strumming hits up and the crowd begins to cheer wildly as from the back comes their opponents, both Zeke and The Kumquat Kid.

JENNY JERSEY: Now introducing their opponents, the team of CUZIN’ ZEKE and THE KUMQUAT KID!

Where KKP and Mac paid no attention to the outstretched hands of the fans, Zeke and The Kid make sure to slap every single outstretched hand.

DING DING

Mac dives in with a right hand rocking The Kid back up against the ropes. KKP ducks under a right hook from Zeke, delivering a back handed slap to Zeke’s
skull that sends him stumbling forward. Mac with an Irish Whip, KKP with one of his own and both Zeke and The Kid slam together with a thud. KKP and Mac
laugh before delivering two beautiful bulldogs down to the canvas.

ROB MARTINEZ: Mac and KKP looking good so far.

COREY TAYLOR: Was there any doubt?

KKP pulls Kumquat Kid up to a vertical base, right fist to the jaw has The Kid in the corner. Mac with a leg drop, but Zeke manages to roll out of the
way and up to his knees. Paul rushes over, Zeke shoots up, spinebuster slams Paul nearly all on his neck, but Mac is getting back up, with anger burning
in his eyes. Mac rushes over, big boot sends him backwards into a neckbreaker from Kumquat. The Kid bounces back up, looking out to the crowd before hitting
the ropes, springboard moonsault onto Mac with a leg hook cover.

One…

Tw– Mac throws a shoulder up breaking the count. Zeke looks on with approval on his face. Paul with a vicious right hand to Zeke’s jaw as he swings around
with a swift kick right to the side of Zeke’s knee sending him to a kneeling position. Paul hits the ropes. The Kid comes flying over Zeke to deliver a
knee right into Paul’s face sending him back down to the canvas. The Kid helps Zeke up, pointing over to Mac who is now getting back up. Double clothesline
takes Mac over the top rope to the outside. Zeke turns his attention back to Paul who is beginning to get back up. Another double clothesline.

ROB MARTINEZ: Another clothesline.

COREY TAYLOR: Krusty ducks under hitting the ropes.

Paul slides down under the bottom rope, shaking his head before he wipes his face. Mac and Paul put their heads together, talking strategy. KKP and Mac
look up, Kumquat is airborn over the top rope with a suicide plancha taking out both men. Kumquat leaps to the railing, playing to the crowd before back
flipping off with a double knee into Mac’s midsection knocking the wind right out of him. Paul isn’t moving, but here comes Zeke to the outside, a bit
frustrated because Kumquat Kid didn’t get ahold of him sooner. Zeke pulls Paul up, Irish whip, but Paul reverses, but wait Zeke reverses again and Paul
is sent into the ringpost. Paul is stunned from the impact and the dazed look is evident on cialis for sale online his face as he swings wildly, no target in sight. Zeke with
a quick jab to the ribs, following it up with a right fist to KKP’s jaw sending him backwards against the post.

ROB MARTINEZ: Zeke and The Kid on a roll.

COREY TAYLOR: Give it time.

Kumquat yells something out, Zeke drops down to all fours as The Kid uses him as a launching pad with a scissor kick that connects solidly with the ringpost.
Kid falls to the concrete holding at his knee that took the majority of the punishment. Zeke looks up as if to say, practice and that wouldn’t happen.
Mac nails Zeke in the back of the head with a steel chair sending Zeke to the concrete on his face. Mac stands over Zeke, another chair shot, a third,
and a fourth. Mac seems to be having a great time beating the hell out of Zeke’s skull with a steel chair, but Paul says that he wants a turn, Mac hands
him the steel chair. Paul holds it high over his head, The Kid manages to kick the back of Paul’s knee causing him to drop the chair and thus protect his
partner for the moment.

ROB MARTINEZ: The Kumquat Kid with a save there.

COREY TAYLOR: It was a close call, that chair nearly hit Mac.

Mac picks up the chair, he jumps over Paul to land stradling Kumquat Kid with the chair held high. Mac brings it down as Paul is digging under the ring
for something. The Kid seems to be out cold, but Paul laughs as he pulls a table out from under the ring, he sets it up as Mac laughs with hardcore delight.
Mac turns to the secretary from his promo, she obediantly hands him a Crown Royal bag that jingles slightly from the exchange.

ROB MARTINEZ: This… can’t be good for either Zeke or The Kid.

COREY TAYLOR: This promises to be deliciously hardcore.

Mac turns, but Zeke is there with a boot to the midsection causing Mac to drop the bag. Zeke with a DDT sends Mac’s skull into the concrete, but he rolls
up quickly to take on the rampaging KKP who rushes around the ring post. Zeke with a back body sends Paul into the air and onto the concrete, on his back.
Paul holds at the lower portion of his back, a wince forming on his face. Zeke with a running knee right to the back of Paul’s skull nearly folds him in
half, but here comes The Kid with a leg drop off the table onto Paul. Zeke nods again, but there seems to be something that Zeke is pondering as this match
continues here, he seems to be thinking and sizing The Kid up. Mac, showing his hardcoreness, pushes up to his knees behind Zeke.

COREY TAYLOR: There ain’t gonna be any sheep F*bleep*king tonight.

ROB MARTINEZ: Stop it. Zeke isn’t that way.

Zeke holds at his crotch in obvious pain before hitting his knees to receive a steel chair shot to the back of his skull. Mac delivers another chair shot,
but this one to The Kid before he dumps the contents of the Crown Royal bag onto the table. Bits of glass, barbed wire, and thumbtacks scatter all over
the table, Mac is laughing maniacally as he scoop slams The Kid onto the table. Paul gets up, but Zeke powers up, showing his determination. Zeke with
a right to Paul, KKP fires one right back. Zeke and KKP are exchanging rights and lefts here beside the table as Mac flies from the top rope, sending The
Kid through the table with a body splash. Mac rolls around the remains of the table, getting all sorts of the material stuck in his skin and hair before
standing up, showing the trickling blood from the multitude of wounds. He looks over to Paul before mouthing “Give ‘em Hell” and rolling The Kid inside
the squared circle.

COREY TAYLOR: Zeke and Paul are fighting into the crowd.

ROB MARTINEZ: Paul is holding his own against Zeke, but the man from Turkey Cross is holding his own against a true NAPW legend.

Mac lifts the bloody unconscious form of The Kid up to his feet, signaling that it is over.

ROB MARTINEZ: The Celtic Burial!

COREY TAYLOR: Mac with the cover.

One…

Zeke turns to try and stop the cover, he runs.

Two…

Zeke hops the railing.

Three.

Too late.

DING DING DING

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match, the team of Krusty Kid Paul and Macculloch!

ROB MARTINEZ: What an intense match from these two teams.

COREY TAYLOR: Zeke held his own, I hate to admit it, but he did; while The Kid needs to stay up North.

Zeke pulls the bloody Kid out of the ring, helping his tag team partner to the back, while protecting him from further harm.

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CREDITS

All matches written by Bean.

Yung Mula Segment-Greg and Bean

Tag Team Segment(Black/Aries)-Kronske and Bean

Aeolus Wrath Segment-Nick