Bloody Valentine 02/14/2008

02/14/2008
String music plays as we see slow motion footage in soft focus of REBEL-Pro wrestlers entering the ring.

VOICE OVER: The yearly sales of chocolates, flowers, and Hallmark cards all peak at the end of the second week in February. Every Valentine’s Day, men and
women spend millions of dollars trying to buy themselves some goodwill, some peace of mind, or some forgiveness. But for the men and women of REBEL, there
will be no goodwill or peace of mind. And there will DEFINITELY be no forgiveness.

Suddenly the music turns to loud guitars, and the footage turns to the greatest hits of the past few weeks. It is brutal, and it is violent.

VOICE OVER: But there will be gifts of other kinds. The gift of pain. The gift of revenge. And all wrapped up in a blood-red ribbon. Valentine’s Day means
many things to many different people. But to the fans of REBEL wrestling it means only one thing: old-fashioned violence.

The screen explodes into the graphic for Bloody Valentine, the show being broadcast into dozens of the finest gentlemen’s establishments in the Carolinas
and Virginia now. But don’t forget the FIVE HUNDRED watching live on the closed circuit broadcast in the REBEL Arena. The people in those clubs and arena
are whooping and hollering, but they’re not making nearly the amount of noise that the fans at the Hard Rock Cafe are making. It is loud and it is live,
and Rex Caliber and Rob Martinez are right in the middle of it.

ROB MARTINEZ: Welcome REBEL fans! All over the Raleigh area and live here at the Hard Rock Cafe in Myrtle Beach, it’s time for the wrestlers of REBEL to
do the two things that they do best.

REX CALIBER: And that is kicking ass and chewing bubble gum! And I hear that there’s a Bubblelicious shortage backstage!

ROB MARTINEZ: We have a hell of a show for you tonight, ladies and gentlemen. Manny X goes up against “The Assman” Mike Trey and Thomas Young for a shot
at the Carolina’s Title, in what is sure to be a brutal Three Way Dance.

REX CALIBER: And there’s another title shot on the line, this time for the REBEL-Pro tag titles! Can the multicultural team of Cuzin Zeke and El Rey de
Corizones make it to the number one position, or will Impact Inc. live up to their name?

ROB MARTINEZ: Stone Zellor’s looking for a title shot too, going up against The “Ice Man” Adam Davis for the #1 Contender’s Cup!

REX CALIBER: Adam Davis has a handful trying to contain Stone Zellor. That crazy sonofabitch is gold-hungry, and he might just tear Davis in half to get
more.

ROB MARTINEZ: And in one of the strangest contests of the night, NAPW Tag Champion Krusty Kid Paul and REBEL World Tag Champion Warren face off in a Circle
K Brawl for the right to keep their beverage-themed finishing maneuvers! I hope the crowd is thirsty for vengeance!

REX CALIBER: We have a wrestler making his REBEL debut tonight, and what a debut it is! In his first match, MDK is going up against J.J. Nickels for the
Carolina’s Title! Does the new kid have what it takes to pull it off in his very first night?

ROB MARTINEZ: I don’t know, Rex; MDK looks vicious on tape but Nickels doesn’t seem to want to let go of that title. And speaking of titles, our main event
tonight is for the REBEL World Championship. Kyle Roberts, Chad Kurtis; The Stylin’ One versus The Show. Cover your kids eyes, folks, because this one’s
going to be a bloody BARBWIRE CAGE MATCH!

REX CALIBER: Or better yet, send your kids home to overdose on discount chocolates! Because this night isn’t about flowers and doilies. This is about blood
and sweat and rage! Lock your doors, folks, because the wrestlers of REBEL are going to send you a…

ROB MARTINEZ: BLOOOOOODY VAAAAAALENTINE!

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JENNY JERSEY: Our first match of the evening is your Three Way Dance! The winner receives a Carolina’s Title Shot at March Madness!

The crowd pops huge! They’re ready for some REBEL action!

JENNY JERSEY: The rules are as follows, once an opponent has been pinned or submits they are eliminated. This continues until only one man remains, thus
making him the winner!

“Screams Of the Undead” by Demon Hunter hits the speakers and everyone comes to their feet.

JENNY JERSEY: Coming to the ring first, accompanied by Jeff James, he is a former REBEL Tag Team Champion, he hails from Hollywood Florida, THOMAS YOUNG!!!
Thomas Young makes his way through the curtain and heads for the ring. A ringside fan holds up a sign that reads “Young Can’t Wrestle!”

Demon Hunter is quickly replaced by “California Love” by Tupac which starts to play.

JENNY JERSEY: His opponent, he too is a former REBEL Tag team Champion, he hails from Manchester, Britain, MIKE “ASSMAN” TREY!!!

A huge ovation for Assman! He comes out dressed in MC Hammer genie pants and a sequined shirt. Needless to say the fans are at a loss. However they are
more than happy to high five him as he comes to the ring.

The iconic Tupac are pushed off the speakers by “Jambi” by Tool.

JENNY JERSEY: And finally, hailing from Los Angeles, California, he is MANNY X!!!

Manny X gets a nice pop as well. He comes out from the back with a no nonsense look on his face. He also has a pick ax slung over one shoulder.

Jenny quickly exits the ring as Manny climbs inside.

REX CALIBER: Is Manny going to go mining for gold or something?

ROB MARTINEZ: I think he’s looking to plant that in someone’s skull!

The referee walks over to Manny and after a heated exchange gets the pick ax away from him. He calls for the bell and all three men eye each other waiting
to see who will make the first move.

ROB MARTNEZ: You have to think that whoever wins this match will love getting the title shot next month!

The three men ease towards each other cautiously. Suddenly Manny lashes out with a right hand to Trey! A left handed chop to Young! Another big right hand
to The Assman! Another chop! Manny is owning his opponents! A third right hand drops Assman to the mat. Young ducks the oncoming chop and takes Manny to
the mat with a backdrop driver! Young quickly goes for a cover but gets pulled off by Assman before the referee can even start a count! Young is up to
his feet and slams a forearm into the head of Trey! European uppercut from Assman snaps back the head of Young, another shot from Young! A receipt from
Assman! Manny is back to his feet and grabs each man by the back of their heads. Double noggin knocker from Manny! Manny grabs Young and hurls him through
the ropes to the outside. Assman spins Manny around and pops him with a stiff European uppercut. A jab to the eyes from Manny stops Assman cold.

ROB MARTINEZ: The action is fast paced in this one folks!

REX CALIBER: No one wants to be the first man out!

Scoop slam from Manny puts Mike Trey on the mat. Manny goes to bounce off the ropes but Young reaches in, grabs his legs and pulls him to the outside. On
the outside Young whips Manny shoulder first into the ring post before rolling back into the ring. Trey is getting to his feet and surprises Young with
a small package! Young kicks out at one! Both men are back to their feet and Assman slams a European uppercut into the jaw of Young. A snapmare puts Young
onto the mat in a seated position. Trey comes off the ropes and hits a diving European uppercut that lands between the shoulder blades of his opponent!
Assman starts to pull Young back to his feet when he takes a wicked chair shot across the back from Manny X who has slipped back into the ring! Chair shot
to the head of Young from Manny!

ROB MARTINEZ: Those shots can be heard all the way back in the cheap seats!

REX CALIBER: At least he’s not using the pick ax. Yet.

Manny drops the chair onto the mat, grabs Young and hits a Katahajime suplex onto the chair! Young rolls out of the ring holding his neck and Manny turns
his attention to Trey. Trey fires off a right hand to the gut of Manny. A chop across the chest backs Manny up. A jawbreaker from Assman leaves Manny on
wobbly legs. Trey hits the ropes and goes for a clothesline but Manny ducks. Assman comes off the opposite ropes and runs straight into a deep power-slam
onto the chair from X! Young tries to get into the ring but Manny rushes over and knock him off the apron.

REX CALIBER: Manny is doing the smart thing here. Get rid of one guy quick and then you can focus all your attention on the remaining wrestler.

Trey is back on all fours and Manny picks up the chair from the mat. Manny waits until Trey is almost to a standing position before he cracks the chair
across the skull of Assman! Assman drops to one knee but quickly bounces up! Only to have Manny put him back down with another brain rattling chair shot!
The crowd is starting a “Ass! Ass! Ass!” chant but Mike Trey is laying prone on the mat, his hands covering his face. Manny X stands over Assman and gets
ready to club him like a baby seal when Young slides into the ring and takes him down with a high and tight belly to back suplex! The chair goes flying
and Thomas Young looks ready to kick some ass.

ROB MARTINEZ: Mike Trey could have a concussion after those brutal chair shots!

REX CALIBER: Well he’ll need stitches at any rate! Look he’s been busted open!

Indeed he has, Assman is laying on his stomach and blood is dripping from his forehead onto the mat. Young has Manny back on his feet and hits a chop across
the chest that sends sweat flying. A right hand from Young staggers Manny. A kick to the gut doubles over X! DDT! Young covers Manny! One! Two! Manny kicks
out! Young goes to pull Manny to his feet but X stops him with a vicious uppercut into the neither regions! Thomas Young collapses to the mat and Manny
crawls over and picks up his chair. Manny waits as Young uses the ring ropes to pull himself to his feet and then swings for the fences! Young drops out
of sight and the chair bounces off the ring ropes and straight back into the skull of X! Manny staggers back and from nowhere Mike Trey hits his “Ass Cracker!”
One! Two! Three!

ROB MARTINEZ: Just that suddenly Manny X has been eliminated!

JENNY JERSEY: Manny X has been eliminated!

REX CALIBER: That chick stole your line Rob.

The referee rolls Manny out of the ring as Young and a bloodied Assman square off. Collar and elbow tie up. Young slaps on a side headlock. Trey shots him
off into the ropes. Young drops Trey with a running shoulder tackle. Young bounces off the ropes again and Assman drops to the mat causing Young to hop
over him. A dropkick to Young as he rebounds off the ropes! Assman pulls Young to his feet and gets a stiff chop across the chest! A European uppercut
from Assman! Chop from Young! Uppercut from Assman! Chop from Young! Chop! Uppercut! Chop! Uppercut! Chop! Chop! Chop! Assman’s chest is turning bright
red! Drop toe hold from Assman brings Young to the mat! Trey rolls over and locks in a side headlock! Young grabs Assman and rolls him over onto his shoulders!
One! Two! Assman kicks out!

ROB MARTINEZ: A shocking amount of technical wrestling is going on now.

REX CALIBER: Yeah and it’s boring as Hell.

Assman and Young scramble to their feet. A snapmare from Young plants Trey on the mat. Young bounces off the ropes and lands a soccer kick to the small
of Treys back! A cover! One! Two! Kickout by Trey! Young pulls Trey to his feet and goes for a suplex. Trey wiggles out and drops down behind Young and
goes for his “Ass Cracker!” It’s reversed as Young grabs the top rope and Trey hits the mat hard! Young turns around, grabs the legs of Assman and flips
himself over into a pinning combination! One! Two! Assman kicks out! Young again pulls Assman to his feet but Assman shoves him away, plants a boot to
the gut and hits an Ace Cutter! A wobbly Assman heads for the near corner and climbs to the second rope. Young is pulling himself to his feet when he gets
clubbed with a flying face-buster!

REX CALIBER: Young needs to do what he does best and that’s hit people with shit.

ROB MARTINEZ: Oddly enough I agree. Assman is the far better technical wrestler in this contest.

REX CALIBER: That’s not what I meant!

Assman goes for a cover. One! Two! Young kicks out! Trey wipes the blood out of his eyes and gets back to his feet. Young is getting up when he takes a
chop block from Trey that puts him back down on the mat! Young is clutching at his leg but that doesn’t stop Assman from dropping a knee across the ankle
of his foe. Young screams and tries to get back to his feet only to collapse. Assman grabs the injured limb of Young and drapes it over the bottom rope.
Assman leaps up into the air and sits down across the leg of Young causing him to howl in agony. Assman hooks the leg and rolls him over for a single leg
boston crab!

ROB MARTINEZ: Assman looking for the submission!

Young looks like he wants to tap but holds on! The crowd is stomping their feet in anticipation of the tap out. Trey raises up from the single leg crab
and turns the maneuver into an inverted figure four! Young is shaking his head “No” as the referee asks if he wants to give it up. Young pulls himself
around so that he’s facing the ring ropes and slowly starts to inch his way towards them. Young is within inches of the bottom rope and Assman suddenly
lets go of his submission move, gets to his feet and drops an elbow across the back of the head of Thomas! Trey is back up and he is dragging Young to
the center of the ring. Assman starts to go for a figure four but Young reaches up and rolls him over for the pin! One! Two! Assman kicks out!

ROB MARTINEZ: Young is holding out as long as he can but Trey is looking stronger as each minute goes by!

REX CALIBER: Maybe we’ll see a broken leg! That would sooooooooo Rock!

Assman is to his feet looking down at a hurting Young. Trey reaches down to pull Young up when the former Foundation member hooks the arm and pulls him
over into a Fujiwara armbar! The crowd goes bat shit as Assman is now the one howling in pain! Assman manages to roll through and cradle Young for a pin!
One! Two! Young kicks out! Assman pulls Young to his feet and double underhooks the arms but Young spins out of the move and nails a STO onto Mike Trey!
Young locks in his Anaconda Vice and Assman has nowhere to go! Young pulls back as Assman tries to fight free! He taps out! Assman is tapping out furiously
as the crowd explodes!

ROB MARTINEZ: I can’t believe it! Young just made Assman tap out to an actual wrestling move!

REX MARTINEZ: I trained him ya know?

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of this match via tap out…THOMAS YOUNG!!!!

Young and Assman lay on the mat for a moment to spent to do anything. The referee raises the arm of Young and he gets a huge ovation.

ROB MARTINEZ: An impressive win for Thomas Young tonight!

Finally both men struggle up to their feet and after a brief hesitation shake each others hand!

REX CALIBER: Ugh! I didn’t teach him that!

ROB MARTINEZ: A great match that had a little of everything in it! What a way to start the night!

REX CALIBER: I gotta head to the back, gotta do Warren’s World!

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Twisted Sister kicks up as WARREN comes to the ring! He gets in quickly, only a little fanfare (he has his match later tonight). He grabs the microphone.
WARREN: Welcome to WARREN’S WORLD! WARREN’S WORLD! YEAH! I’m your most excellent host WARREN! Tonight this show is going to be totally awesome, cause I
got two dudes that freaking hate each other, and I’m like whooaa these dudes need to talk this stuff out! So let’s welcome out first… MURCIELAGO!

“Da Graveyard” by Big L kicks up. The towering and imposing figure of Murcielago comes out from beside the stage and makes his way to the ring.

WARREN: Welcome, welcome. Murcielago… the dude who’s had his problems with our other guest over the last couple months. Well Murcielago dude, it’s your
time man! What do you got to say?

Murcielago grabs the mic and gives Warren the evil eye. The crowd gives him what-for in terms of boos and heat. He looks ‘em over, anger in every fiber
of being.

MURCIELAGO: Finally this man has the balls to come face to face against me in the ring. But before you introduce that piece of trash, I’ve got a few things
to say about him…

“MORE HUMAN THAN HUMAN!” The X-Ecutioners kick up, cutting Murcielago off. The crowd goes crazy as Rex Caliber, bald head shining, makes his second entrance
tonight. He is cool like that. Rex gets in the ring, plays to the fans, then takes a microphone.

REX CALIBER: So big man, you wanted to look me eye to eye and say something, go right-a-damn ahead!

MURCIELAGO: So now I get my chance to meet the “Nexus One”, the “connected one”, face to face. I didn’t know you had so many fans seeing as you got booed
your entire REBEL career. So what’s with the sudden change of heart? You realized that you’re nothing without a career huh? You’re stuck behind that table
with the biggest bitch you’ve ever had in Rob Martinez. How’s that make you feel?

REX CALIBER: How did it make you feel losing to Kyle Roberts… TWICE! How does it feel never knowing what it’s like to be a big time champion? I might
have lost my belt, but atleast I won it! What have you done here, that makes your head so fucking big? What do you do every show that makes you feel so
damn cocky? You ever get told you wrestled match of the year? How about match of the night? What have YOU DONE!?

WARREN: Alright dudes, want to settle down a bit —

MURCIELAGO: (shoving Warren aside). It’s not what I’ve done, more like what I’m gonna do, and that’s kicking the shit outta you from one end of Raleigh
to the other. Y’see, I lost that second match against Kyle Roberts because you and the Crimes have this jinx, you can’t finish. If not for you I’d probably
be the REBEL World Heavyweight Champion, and I’d be twice the champion you were, bitch.

REX CALIBER: How dare you talk about a fucking curse or jinx? Every member of the Crimes held gold, while in the Crimes EXCEPT YOU! So you can take all
that bullshit, and stick it up Enzo’s ass! I’ll tell you why you lost and haven’t sniffed the title belt since… you’re just a mid card wrestler in a
main event man’s body. Body wise you got it, to bad ability and knowledge hold you back!

MURCIELAGO: Rex, you HAD a career, past tense, you feel me? Me? I’ve got a career, and it’s only gonna go up from here. I’m gonna get that title belt after
I end your chance to get your career back. The past doesn’t dictate the future, and I said it just now, your career’s over, you’re done. You’re washed
up and you even know it, so don’t come at me with that weak ass, you’re a mid card wrestler shit. This is your last gasp to try and breath life back into
your career, but that’s not gonna happen. I’m killing the Crimes after I kill your career. To kill the snake you gotta cut the head off, and at Birthday
Bash I’m getting the best present anybody could ever get, and that’s the satisfaction of knowing I ENDED Rex Caliber.

Oh man. Crowd is getting hot.

REX CALIBER: You got it all wrong. Maybe the roids are fucking with your brain cells. My career is over. But it was my choice. YOU wanted to face ME! And
after some fun making you prove yourself, I accepted, like I always planned to do. You see, you aren’t the biggest man I’ve ever faced. Devastation was,
and he got his ass kicked. You’re not the smartest wrestler I ever faced.. Kyle Roberts was… and he got his ass kicked long before he ever pinned me.
The meanest wrestler… Static, the most technically gifted wrestler was Lloyd Rees, the most intense wrestler was Ravager. Most hardcore was Tommy! You
are maybe the dumbest wrestler I’ll ever face. You might be man with suckiest manager ever. I don’t how else to put it.. but you WILL NEVER BE IN MY LEAGUE!
You will always be below my level, and it’s because you lack a killer instinct. You can’t turn it on to get the job done. You don’t have “it”.

MURCIELAGO: I’ll admit Enzo is a stupid mother fucker, but don’t come at me with that weak ass shit that I’m the stupidest wrestler you’ll ever face. Keep
building yourself up saying I don’t have “it”, ’cause when I’m standing over you at Birthday Bash you’ll know who has “it”. Rex, I’ve got more than the
killer instinct, I’ll fuck you up, and if you don’t think so, I’ll do it right now in front of all these people. I can’t wait until Birthday Bash to snap
your neck with a Defcon 1, let’s do this shit right now, c’mon you washed up piece of shit!

REX CALIBER: Aight you want me so God Damn bad? I am helping with planning for a Charity show near my old stomping grounds. I know who has volunteered to
wrestle. Thomas Young has and I think he won’t mind being my partner. Now you have no friends, and the only guy left who isn’t in a match is…

MURCIELAGO: I don’t give a FUCK who it is, I’ll take whoever as my partner.

REX CALIBER: The man you tried to kill for the World belt.. Kyle Roberts. You stupid fucker.

POW! Murcielago nails Rex! Rex fires back! Warren tries to get in between but he’s no match for these two angry bulls! Security rushes the ring… they
hold Murcielago and Rex back in different corners, each man yelling anger at the other

REX IS FREE! JUMPS INTO MURCIELAGO! THEY’RE GOING AGAIN! Security separates them… MURCIELAGO ONTO REX! THEY DON’T WANT TO WAIT! Finally security PULL
Murcielago out of the ring and try to hustle him out of the Hard Rock. Murcielago being forced backwards, but he doesn’t take his eyes off of Rex Caliber…
“you going down, man. Going to end you.” Caliber’s music hits up again and he poses for the fans, pointing down to Murcielago.

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JENNY JERSEY: This match is our Carolinas Title Match, with regular REBEL rules. (POP) Starting first, coming all the way from Boston to make his REBEL
PRO Debut. He stands six feet and four feet tall. He weighs two hundred seventy five pounds.

“Woman” begins to play through the pumped crowd. They don’t know who this man his, but they get pumped by his theme song, so they cheer.

JENNY JERSEY: M.D.K.

MDK pops his head through the curtians and walks down the ramp to cheers.

JENNY JERSEY: Now, from ATL, Georgia. He stands at a fearsome Six feet, eleven inches. And weighs three hundred forty five pounds.

Powerman 5000 begins to rip through the arena. The crowd knows who this is, some boo, some cheer, they know what it is.

JENNY JERSEY: YOUR CAROLINAS CHAMPION, JJ NICKELS!

JJ explodes through the curtains with his belt wrapped nicely around his waist. He makes his way down the ramp, passed the crowd and into the ring. He takes
his belt off and hands it off to referee Jimmy Johnson.

DING DING DING

JJ and MDK meet up center ring, in the classic lock up. They test each other’s strength, MDK wants to show he’s no push over, but that can only get him
so far – needless to say, MDK loses and gets placed into a corner. JJ then ricochets him into the other corner then crushes him with a devastating splash.
He backs away slowly, giving MDK a little room to breathe, just a little. JJ then crushes him with a deadly shoulder thrust into MDK. He hunches over onto
the back of JJ. JJ carries him over to center of the ring then hurls him into the mat–splat. He goes in for the first pin fall of the match.

ONE

TW-KICKOUT

He brings MDK to his feet; MDK takes a couple rights and lefts to JJ’s mid section. MDK DDTs JJ hard into the mat, driving him like a nail. He then applies
a Chicken Wing on to the downed JJ. He locks it tight and causes stress for JJ. He’s dead center of the ring and doesn’t know where to go. He tries to
punch his way out, it works for a little bit, because it forces JJ to apply more force to the hold. He adds the scissors to the mix; JJ’s life is now truly
hard. He tries to break off MDK’s legs, but it doesn’t do much. JJ now tries to roll over on to his front, with all that strength, he’s able to do so.
Now he has a new challenge, get on his knees, and yes, he does. The final task, standing up. He succeeds.

ROB MARTINEZ: Talk about having something on your back.

REX CALIBER: Yeah, I know, JJ has one big ass monkey on his.

JJ backs into a corner, squashing MDK like a bug, but MDK refuses to let go of his grip. JJ walks away from the corner with MDK still on his back. He backs
into the corner again, this time he puts more strength on it. MDK finally loosens his grip. JJ backs up, and returns to MDK with a clothesline. This clothesline
picks up MDK and causes him to fall to the mat back first. JJ picks him up and places him into a firemen’s carry — this can only one thing…Gutcheck,
MDK rolls off to the center of the ring, favoring his stomach. JJ brings MDK to his feet, MDK reverses and sends JJ right into the ropes. Upon returning
to MDK, he gets two boots to the chin, a drop kick. MDK moves over to JJ and locks in another submission like before. It’s a crossface this time, and MDK
wants to pull JJ’s head right off. JJ begins to jab MDK’s rib with his right hand. MDK starts to loosen his grip, but it isn’t enough. JJ doesn’t care,
he strikes until he’s free. He doesn’t have to wait long. MDK gets to his feet before JJ is able to. He rushes him and boots JJ’s knee. Then he dragon
whips JJ straight into the mat, but he holds on to JJ’s leg and locks in a single leg Boston crab.

ROB MARTINEZ; JJ being a tall guy, needs those legs. MDK is playing a smart match, wouldn’t you say, Rex?

REX CALIBER: He’s still a Mucho Dummo Kido.

JJ is strong, very strong, he’s able to shake MDK off, catapulting him with his right leg. JJ sits up, he holds right leg, conditioning it before getting
up.

They’re both up, and get into each other face as soon as they can. A lock up, a lock up that goes into MDK’s favor. MDK suplexes JJ right in the center
of the ring. The crowd claps for this unusual feat of strength. He snap DDT’s JJ into the mat, head first like a dart. He rolls him over and goes for his
first pin.

ONE

TWO

KICK OUT.

MDK isn’t upset at all by this near fall, he likes it, he smirks. To him, this near fall means he’s getting warm, and has a chance of victory.

ROB MARTINEZ: I think MDK has a chance of winning this match and belt.

REX CALIBER: What the? Mister Dumb Kid? Seriously?

MDK brings JJ to his feet and sends him into the corner with nothing but pure authority. JJ goes into the turnbuckle chest first and stumbles back to MDK,
who school boys him.

ONE

TWO

KICK OUT!

MDK gets to his feet before JJ can and schemes around him before taking him down to the mat. He locks in a front face lock, clean and serious. JJ uses his
frame and picks up, then drops him…wait…did he drop him? No, he didn’t. MDK was able to reverse it to a DDT. Three DDT’s tonight. MDK goes in and locks
in a camel clutch, which gets quickly turned into a leg lock by JJ. MDK no stranger to this game, he locks in a sleeper hold while on his back. JJ adds
more pain to his lock; MDK holds tighter. Both men are hurting, but no one wants to let go. They keep putting more pressure, they want to make each other
tap, but no one wants to be the first to give up. They both realize this isn’t going anywhere–they let go. JJ is about to move away from MDK, but gets
placed into a sleeper hold, again. He holds on to MDK’s leg, dearly. They’re back to where they were before. MDK gets a brilliant idea, he starts to jab
JJ’s head with his elbow. Five shots later, JJ frees his grip, rolls away and attends to his forehead. He doesn’t like this at all. JJ is now furious and
is ready to deliver pain to MDK. MDK gets to his feet and takes a big boot to his face. MDK is down and JJ goes in for his pin fall. Jimmy Johnson comes
in for the..

ONE

TWO

KICK OUT!

JJ shakes his head and gets to his feet. He bring MDK to his then sends him into the ropes. MDK explodes on JJ with a clothesline. MDK had deadly intentions,
devious intentions–he nearly decapitated JJs. He brings JJ to his feet, he sends him into the ropes, JJ reverses and whips him. MDK returns to his sender
and goes flying thanks to a Belly To Belly Release Suplex. MDK lands across the ring, nearly falling outside the ring. He tries to get to his feet, JJ
is there to spoil his plans and aspirations. He scoops JJ up and slams him down into the mat, falling down on top of him for added force. MDK is being
dragged across the ring. JJ leaves him in perfect range. Perfect range for what? JJ stands on the ropes and Worlds Biggest Moonsault. No one home to host
the guests. MDK rolls him over and goes for the cover. Jim Johnson slides in…

ONE

TWO

THREKICKOUT!

MDK gets on his knees and shakes his head. He doesn’t dwell on this near fall for long at all. He gets up and applies a sharpshooter onto JJ.

ROB MARTINEZ: JJ is just being stretched tonight.

MDK tries to drag him to the center, but JJ isn’t having any of that, he moves closer to the ropes, then gets dragged further away from his goal. JJ refuses
to tap, he musters all that he as and reaches the ropes at last. This is REBEL. JJ gets to the ropes for nothing; but MDK lets the hold go out of instinct.
MDK bring JJ to his feet and sends the man into the ropes. JJ returns and gets sent into the mat face first, via toe trip.

ROB MARTINEZ: An oldie, but a goodie.

REX CALIBER: Certainly not you.

MDK goes to work on JJ’s leg. He takes hold of his right leg and drills it into the mat, hard. He does this again, then again, then again. He wants to wreck
JJ’s knee. He now locks in a single leg Boston crab on him again. He now sits on JJ to put more pressure on the lock. JJ tries to slip out of this hold,
but MDK knows what he’s doing. MDK eventually lets go of the hold, to apply something else, something better. He flips JJ over and goes for a figure four.
JJ kicks MDK away from him and gets to his feet. He approaches MDK with a limp, he takes a swing; MDK evades and Germans JJ. Again. And again. Three in
a row. He goes right in for the pin. Johnson slides in…

ONE

TWO

THREKICK OUT!

ROB MARTINEZ: If I didn’t know better, I’d say MDK might actually win this one. If he continues this.

REX CALIBER: Well, you don’t know any better.

JJ gets to his feet, but not before MDK. MDK sends a boot to JJ’s bad knee to level him. He sends him into the corner. MDK sits JJ on second rope and places
his bad leg outside of the rope and begins to pull towards himself. JJ starts to club him; MDK shoulder thrust JJ, then goes back to yanking his leg. JJ
clubs MDK’s neck. MDK backs up, JJ knees MDK in the face, causing MDK’s head to swing violently. JJ spears MDK into the ground and starts to punch his
face in. He stops his rain of furious punches and brings him up to his feet. MDK goes to punch JJ, but JJ counters, he swings, countered. MDK throws a
left, but it’s a fake, JJ doesn’t suspect the right and gets clocked. JJ stumbles backwards and into the ropes. He comes off and boots – tries to boot
MDK. He catches JJ’s foot and brings him down. Unfortunately for JJ, this is bad leg. MDK drags him to the center of the ring and begins to stomp on his
knee. MDK goes to town on this man’s knee. Then he goes in for a stretch muffler. The crowd respects how tenacious MDK is – pop. Jimmy Johnson speaks to
JJ, asking him if he will submit. JJ shakes his head, saying “NO, (BLEEP) NO!” JJ kicks MDK one time in the face, he catches him good in the lips, popping
them. MDK frees his grip and attends his lip. JJ sneaks up from behind and locks in a German Suplex, with a bridge. Johnson…

ONE

TWO

THREKICKOUT!

JJ can’t believe this. He gets in Johnson’s face, he argues the result. “THAT WAS A THREE, YOU KNOW IT!” The crowd doesn’t like this at all, they let JJ
know. JJ doesn’t care. MDK turns JJ around, and gets him in a DDT. JJ drops to one knee–LOWBLOW! MDK’s eyes open up, then he hits the ground. The cover.
The Johnson. The boos.

ONE (BOOO)

TWO (BOOOOO)

THREE (FUCK HIM)

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of this match and still your REBEL Carolinas Champion, JJ NICKELS!

The crowd hates this, they air their thoughts. JJ takes his belt, he spits on MDK and taunts him on his way out. MDK isn’t too happy about this at all.
He rolls out the ring, right after him. He goes under the ring and brings out a chair, he follows him up the aisle. MDK taps JJ’s shoulder. BAM! He knocks
him right out, busting him right open with the steel chair. The crowd can cheer again. MDK writes “MURDER, DEATH, KILL,” with JJ’s blood, next to his lifeless
body before walking back to the locker room in a hail of cheers.

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JENNY JERSEY: REBEL fans, please direct your attention to the Hard Rock Cafe stage… it is now time for the CIRCLE K DEATHMATCH!

ROB MARTINEZ: We’ve wondered all week what kind of match this would be, and well, it looks like REBEL has brought the Circle K right into the Hard Rock
Cafe!

REX CALIBER: Hey Rob, go see if they got the latest “Maxim” in that magazine rack. Or better yet —

ROB MARTINEZ: That’ll be enough!

Lights come up on the stage area. Where normally rock bands would do their thing, instead we see all the trapping of the interior of a convenience store.
A rack of potato chips and a rack of candy bars, a counter with a microwave and all the nacho fixins, a freezer no doubt filled with goodies, a rack of
magazines, all kinds of stuff. And on either side of the stage are the two dispensing machines which have brought this match up. Yes, folks. A slurpee
machine on one side; a big gulp machine on the other side. Complete with cups and straws and all that.

JENNY JERSEY: The rules of the match are as follows: The match begins inside the Circle K! Falls count ANYWHERE within the Hard Rock Cafe, and the loser
of the match must give up his drink-related move! Now, introducing the competitors…

THE METAL! Superjoint Ritual KICKS YOUR ASS. And that can only mean one man… Krusty Kid Paul walks out from the stage entrance to a chorus of boos. His
expression? HOSTILE.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first from Kitchener, Ontario Canada… weighing two-hundred and forty pounds, he is one-half of the NAPW Tag Team Champions.
The master of the SLUSHIE Maneuver, he is KRUSTY! KID! PAUL!

ROB MARTINEZ: Krusty Kid Paul, unusually tonight is all alone! The rest of SAD have gone back to Canada… except Dextro, who was kidnapped by Impact Inc
last week. Which is disturbing.

REX CALIBER: I bet Dextro is longing for the days sleeping on broken bottles in the SAD HQ after being prisoner of those subway foot-long lovers all week.
Paul walks into the convenience store area and out to the rail at the front of the stage. He raises his arms high, the crowd giving him holy hell. He gives
a punk snarl and flips the double-bird.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent…

“We’re not gonna take it!
NO! We ain’t gonna take it!
We’re not gonna take it… ANYMORRRRE!”

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent! From outfront of your local Circle K, yes, even tonight, weighing one-hundred eighty-seven pounds and one-half of the REBEL
World tag team champions! The owner of the SUPER BIG GULP Maneuver… WARREN!

The slacker bursts through stage right in black dickies shorts and a white VAN HALEN t-shirt! Like KKP, he is sans title belt… no doubt neither man wants
to worry about where it might end up in this one. Warren jumps down the stage and races around the ringside area, slapping hands with all the fans as he
goes! He jumps up onto stage and looks out to the fans, “STAGE DIVE!” he yells —

WHAM. KKP nails him from behind! Warren almost goes off the stage, but KKP doesn’t want that to happen, instead he grabs Warren and sends him flying backwards
with a GERMAN SUPLEX! Holy crap!

REX CALIBER: That’s what you get for showboating! This match is over before it starts, Martinez.

ROB MARTINEZ: A hell of a german suplex sends Warren right into the chip rack! And that’s no sort-of-but-not-really cushioned canvas, that’s hard flooring!
KKP looks out to the fans, then comes. Warren is buried in bags of salty crunchy delights. KKP grabs the air

WHAP!

DORITO BAG ACROSS THE FACE! KKP is momentarily stunned. Warren grabs a bag of CHEETOS in either hand and whaps Paul on either side of the head in an explosion
of cheesy snackfoods!

REX CALIBER: It’s raining cheetos!

Warren reaches his hand into the bag and shovels a handful of cheetos into his mouth. Paul isn’t exactly “HURT” so Warren kicks him in the gut and cinches
a headlock? Running facebuster onto the stage! Warren gets up and flashes the METAL! Warren gets up on the stage rail, MOONSAULT! Right on top of Krusty
Kid Paul! The first cover, referee Dale McDonald counts ONE —

And that’s all, as KKP kicks out in a hurry. Warren is up first but Krusty Kid Paul nails him in the stomach as Warren comes in. And now KKP just looks
mad, he punches Warren right in the face sending the slacker king stumbling down. Paul grabs Warren by the scruff of the neck and shoves Warren’s face
into the floor, right into some of the snack debris. Paul is nasty! Rubbing Warren’s face hard into the floor. He pulls Warren up, a cheeto pops off Warren’s
orangey skin… crossface shot! Right across the nose! Warren goes down and Paul, oh no! He pushes the chip rack over on top of Warren! Bags of chips fly
everywhere!

ROB MARTINEZ: The chips might be light, but that rack isn’t so much! Warren is in a lot of trouble here!

Paul however doesn’t take up, what’s this? He leans over the railing, yelling for one of the fans steel chair. All eyes in the Hard Rock are on the stage…
some cowered fan hands over his chair. Paul snaps it shut with a clang, then raises it high…

CRAAAANGGGG!

Brings it down right on top of the metal chip rack on top of Warren! The shot echoes out through the Cafe as the fans wince in unison. Paul tosses the chair
away and moves the rack, cover! ONE! TWO! Warren kicks out! Paul gets up and STOMPS on his face! Yeowch! Now Paul pulls Warren up… “You (BLEEP) (BLEEP),
you want my slurpee so bad? HERE HAVE SOME!”

ROB MARTINEZ: OH NO! KRUSTY KID PAUL IS TRYING TO DROWN WARREN IN SLURPEE!

REX CALIBER: Well, it’s not a BAD way to go…

The crowd is in terror as Paul holds Warren underneath the dispenser with a fierce neck-grip, and then uses his free hand to DISPENSE THE SLUSHIE! Green
frozen slush pours down right into Warren’s mouth, overflowing and covering his face, coming down his shirt! “Let’s try the (BLEEP) cherry!” The other
handle is pulled and now Warren is getting bright red poured down! *glug glug* The referee should stop the match! Warren is drowning!

But wait, Paul’s face looks concerned. Warren’s arm shoots up! His foot stomps the canvas! Why isn’t Warren DEAD? Paul looks around, “WHAT THE FUCK?” He
turns his head side to side in disbelief! And suddenly the mass of slushie is going down…

WARREN HAS ATE HIMSELF FREE! Or drunk! Whatever you do with a slurpee! Paul yells out “(BLEEP) YOU!” but Warren reaches forward and pulls, conking KKP headfirst
into the machine. That staggers the man as Warren stands up, stained red and green like a christmas disaster. “WEEZ THE JUICE!” Warren leans back underneath
the dispenser and PULLS!

ROB MARTINEZ: HE’S WEEZING THE JUICE!

REX CALIBER: WRESTLING IS RUINED FOREVER!

Warren gets out from under the sugary confection, then staggers backwards with hands on his temples. “BRAIN FREEZE! OWWWWW!” The crowd laughs, then gasps
as Krusty Kid Paul is back up! He swings but Warren ducks and rolls across the stage. Paul comes in with evil intentions —

“WAIT DUDE!”

KKP stops in mid-swing, blinking. Warren is holding out to him like the Holy Grail…

“Wouldn’t you rather have a DELICIOUS Hostess Fruit Pie then kick my butt? Available in both apple and cherry flavors! Dude!”

REX CALIBER: I think he’s going for it!

Paul looks at Warren, then breaks out in a big grin. He puts his fist down and takes the fruit pie. CHOMP! KKP nods in happiness, flashing a thumbs up!
Warren cheers!

ROB MARTINEZ: Well, we may have an unexpected end to this match! Warren seems to have won over Krusty Kid Paul thanks to HOSTESS Fruit Pies!

REX CALIBER: And why wouldn’t he? They’re flaky pastry filled with DELICIOUS fruit filling in cherry or apple flavors OH SHIT!

WHAM! KKP squishes the rest of the pie in his hand. Because he made a fist. Which he punched Warren in the face with. Warren stumbles over the freezer.
KKP slams his face into the freezer top, then opens it up… He sticks Warren’s upper body in the freezer and slams the lid down! Ow man! Warren gets pulled
out, but… SNOW IN THE FACE! KKP backs off, wiping his eyes, as Warren capitalizes by—

Sticking a frozen burrito in the microwave? He sets the time, and then turns around.

WHAM!

Paul boots him in the face with a running big boot! That FLOORS Warren, no kidding. Paul doesn’t cover, instead grabbing Warren by the hair. He picks him
up and jams his head inbetween his legs. No, not that way. Time to end this! PILEDRIVER — Warren fights it! He kicks his legs, KKP hammers him on the
back. Another try, Warren fights with all he’s worth! Double leg takedown! Wait a minute… Warren with a CATAPULT sends Paul into the candy bar rack!
Paul and it go down hard, candy scattering everywhere. Warren however is feeling it, holding the side of his face in clear pain. Hell, KKP’s boot print
is visible. He sinks down in front of the microwave as Paul tries to get himself up. KKP shakes it off and then, snarling like a beastlyped, rushes at
Warren!

BEEP BEEP BEEEEEP

The microwave is done. Warren reaches up and opens the door

RIGHT INTO A CHARGING PAUL’S FACE!

Warren stands up as Paul is down, holding his nose. Warren grabs the burrito from inside and chomps on it. “EM EM EM! Still frozen inside, hot outside!
Maaaaan…” Then Warren tosses the burrito aside, seeing a chance to take over on Paul. He picks the man up and delivers a swinging neckbreaker on the
stage. Then Warren goes over to the super big gulp machine and pours himself a big one, mixing all the flavors. He pours another one, then holds them both
high like he’s Stone Cold Steve Austin!

BIG GULP BASH! CHUG CHUG CHUG!

Paul is up, Warren covered in soda pop, THEN

KICKWHAMSTUNNER!!!

REX CALIBER: OH COME ON!

ROB MARTINEZ: STUNNER! STUNNER! STUNNNNNNER!

Paul rebounds up and nearly backflips over from the SHEER IMPACT! Warren hooks a leg ONE! TWO! TH—KICK OUT! The crowd can’t believe it, they thought that
was it! Warren sits up, disappointed, but he’s got an IDEA. The slacker … what’s he doing? He hops up onto the counter beside the microwave! He grabs
out the tray of nacho chips and starts doling out fixings, salsa, sour cream, melted cheese… Paul is slowly getting up. Warren waits for him —

FLYING NACHO SHOT!

Paul is blasted and covered in gooey goodness as Warren rallies the crowd behind him. He points up… TO THE TOP OF THE BIG GULP DISPENSER! Warren don’t
do it! He climbs back on the counter… then on top of the Big Gulp Dispenser! It wobbles as the crowd gasps, but Warren holds his balance! KKP is in perfect
position! WARREN

FLIES.

NOBODY HOME!

ROB MARTINEZ: Krusty Kid Paul moved out of the way, good God! Warren just hit pure hard stage from eight feet high!

REX CALIBER: And now it’s OVER, Martinez!

ROB MARTINEZ: SPINEBUSTER by KKP, shaking the stage! My God that’s gotta be all! ONE! TWO! THREE—- NO! SHOULDER UP!

REX CALIBER: The kid shoulda stayed down, it’s only going to get worse from here!

Rex Caliber, prophet? Maybe. Paul gets up, then gets distracted by the glossy cover of a magazine. He grabs it, gets up on the counter and drops an elbow
on Warren… then leans back and flips open the centerfold. “(BLEEP) yeah!” Paul tosses the magazine away and lazily covers Warren, one, two, another shoulder
up. Paul didn’t even care on that one.

REX CALIBER: See Martinez, Paul was just content to beat Warren before… but now he’s been insulted. Warren better have his health insurance paid up, cos
here comes the pain.

Paul gets up, fingers the crowd again, and then stomps Warren as he tries to crawl away. Paul stomps on his fingers as Warren reaches out. The crowd is
starting to boo Paul heavily. He looks out at them, snarls, and pulls him up. He grabs the back of the neck and shorts and then unceremoniously beale tosses
Warren over the stage rail to the floor below!

Paul raises his head high, eyes closed, loving his evil. But the crowd’s reaction breaks his reverie. The gasps have given way to loud chants of “WAR-REN!
WAR-REN!” Paul puts his hands on the guard rail and looks down…

WARREN IS BEING CROWD SURFED BY THE CROWD! They send him all the way around the ring as Warren flashes the metal sign and loves it!

But Krusty Kid Paul doesn’t love it. He gets off the stage and shoves his way through the crowd of people to where Warren is, then YANKS him down to the
ground the hard way, Warren almost landing right on top of his head. Paul tells people to “(BLEEP)in’ MOVE!” Fans scatter in a hurry as Warren is tossed
right into three rows of chairs! It’s chaos! KKP follows with a big stomp and then grabs Warren by the back of the head and drags him up from the main
area… into the bar?

REX CALIBER: KKP needs a REAL thirst-quenching beverage!

The fans in the bar getting their drinks scatter as Paul throws Warren into the middle of things. Warren is not looking so good. Paul yells at the bartender
for a beer. It’s tossed to him and Paul downs it quickly.

Then smashes the bottle on the edge of the bar.

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh no, not again! KKP has that jagged bottle top like a weapon, he did this last week… oh my god! He’s carving Warren up!

REX CALIBER: THIS IS REBEL PRO, BITCHES!

Paul digs the jagged bottle into Warren with jabs as Warren yells in pain and falls forward. Paul pulls him back up and a new shade of red is streaming
down Warren’s forehead, the crimson red of blood. Paul digs the bottle top across Warren’s forehead. “AAAAAAAAARGH!” Warren screams in pain. Referee Dale
McDonald can’t do anything but count a fall, he can’t stop this! Paul gets bored of this and tosses the bottle away, almost hitting a fan. He grabs Warren
up and slams him front-first on top of the bar… then slides Warren along the bar, crashing into glasses and bottles until his face meets the wall. It’s
like a cartoon, only not funny. Warren goes limp, arms dangling off the bar. KKP orders a shot? “DOS TEQUILA.” The trembling bartender finds some shot
glasses and pours the shots — KKP grabs the bottle out of his hands. “(BLEEP) that!” Paul pours tequila straight from the bottle into his mouth, licking
his lips. Then he grabs Warren and pulls his face over…

OH GOD!

KKP POURING BURNING TEQUILA RIGHT DOWN WARREN’S THROAT! Warren kicks and struggles as Paul empties the bottle, splashing tequila everywhere! Warren falls
off the bar, coughing violently and choking. Paul kicks him in the ribs viciously, flipping Warren onto his back. He covers, ONE, TWO, THREE— shoulder
up! It might not have been Warren, it might have only been the violence of his coughing, but somehow Warren’s still alive.

REX CALIBER: If Warren had any brains, he’d have stayed down right there! But he’s FRIGGING WARREN, so we know he don’t!

ROB MARTINEZ: And KKP almost drowning the kid in tequila, that stuff burns! Just because SAD drink it like water… this match is getting out of hand!

REX CALIBER: No kidding.

Paul argues with McDonald about that count. It was only two. Somehow. KKP turns around and kicks a rising Warren in the head. Paul grabs the kid up and
says “It’s over!” He hooks a german suplex, looking for the BOTTLE OPENER —

But wait! Warren is sent through the air so violently he’s able to land on his feet! Warren himself looks surprised. Paul turns around, no elbow drop to
complete, then charges Warren —

BACK DROP! KKP TUMBLES OUT OF THE BAR AGAINST THE MAIN STAIRWELL! He narrowly avoids landing on the merchandise table set up in that corner, but Warren
leaps down at him with a flying cross body that takes the man down! HE COVERS! ONE! TWO! NO! Warren is running on fumes, but he’s got to do something.
KKP is getting up, Warren grabs a nearby steel chair and HUCKS it in his face! Paul takes it, but doesn’t go down. Warren grabs another steel chair, hucks
this one — and Paul catches it!

Warren dropkicks it in Paul’s face! Cover! ONE! TWO! KICK-OUT! KKP WILL NOT STAY DOWN! Warren with energy from who knows where, hits a DDT on KKP! That
one has to be all —

ONE! TWO! KICK-OUT!

REX CALIBER: Just TRY keeping Krusty Kid Paul down for a three-count! Warren don’t have a hope in hell!

ROB MARTINEZ: Warren throwing everything he’s got at KKP, but to no avail! And he only has so much left after the vicious beating he’s taken at the hands
of the SAD member!

Warren points to the sky, it’s time for a MICROWAVE BURRITO BUSTER! He hooks KKP… there’s no turnbuckle, so he runs off the wall instead! NAILS IT! THAT’S
ALL!

ONE!

TWO!

KICK-OUT!

The crowd is in shock! KKP has kicked out of Warren’s patented finishing maneuver! Warren looks at the referee in disbelief. “You’re like, totally kidding?”
McDonald assures Warren it was only three. Warren isn’t sure what to do. He looks to the crowd, then finally grabs KKP, pulling him up while trying to
formulate a plan —

SHOT.

KKP nails him in the gut hard, then brings Warren’s face into his knee. Paul, bruised and stained with the colors in this match, grabs one of the nearby
chairs and opens it up. Oh no. He hooks Warren up on top of the table! He’s going to hit a piledriver… not just any piledriver! He looks like he’s going
to jump off the stage onto the open chair! HERE HE GOES —

NO! Warren flips up with the momentum, HURACANRANA! Both men tumble off the stage! They’re hurt, but get up somehow, just adrenaline, and Paul comes in,
Warren ducks the big boot, hooks the head —

MICROWAVE BURRITO BUSTER THROUGH THE OPEN CHAIR!

The crowd goes crazy, as Warren could pin… but wait.

Warren isn’t going for the pin. What is this?

ROB MARTINEZ: What are you doing, son? You could win the match! Keep your move!

REX CALIBER: His brain must got punctured too.

ROB MARTINEZ: Wait a minute. Warren … what’s he doing? He just rolled KKP on top of the merch table. What is he… Why is Warren going up the main stairwell?
REX CALIBER: He’s running away, Martinez! Warren doesn’t want any more of Krusty Kid Paul!

Warren gets to the top of the stairwell, some 12 feet above where Krusty Kid Paul is. The entrance doors are a few feet away, next to the Hard Rock gift
shop. Warren looks out the door…

Then spins and looks over the railing down to KKP on top of the table. The crowd gets to their feet in horror.

Because Warren is climbing on top of the guard rail.

He barely holds himself steady, looks out over the crowd, then pulls his soaked and stained t-shirt off, revealing his less-than-impressive physique, but
he’s FEELING IT. Stained with Sweat, Blood, Slurpee, Cheetos and Soda Warren flashes DOUBLE METAL FISTS…

AND

THEN

FLIES

SUPERRRRRR BIIIIIIIG GUUUUUUUUULP!

ROB MARTINEZ: OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GAAAAAAAAAAAWWD!

REX CALIBER: YOU (BLEEP)IN’ KIDDING ME!

ROB MARTINEZ: WARREN FROM OVER 16 FEET HIGH JUST CRASHED THROUGH KRUSTY KID PAULLLLL! THEY’RE BOTH DEAD!

THE CROWD!

“HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!”

Warren and Krusty Kid Paul lay strewn in the midst of the ruins of the table, neither man moving. The crowd? THEY HAVEN’T SAT DOWN.

Finally… Warren rolls over, an arm just barely draping KKP. McDonald counts somewhere in the midst of the debris… ONE! TWO! THREE!

JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner… WARREN!

What a match! What a match! The crowd is going crazy as McDonald calls for help. Trainers and security come out and help Warren up, helping him to the back.
Warren manages to raise one hand high, but he’s BEAT. Security have KKP up on his feet, he shoves them away. Paul stumbles to the back on his own…

REX CALIBER: That was FUCKING crazy!

ROB MARTINEZ: Warren keeps the Super Big Gulp, Krusty Kid Paul… must abandon the Slushie move! One hell of a match, for pride… but just barely Warren
comes out on top.

REX CALIBER: He don’t look like a winner, but damn.

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JENNY JERSEY: This match is for the NUMBER ONE CONTENDER’S CUP! Introducing first, weighing in tonight at two hundred forty pounds from Detroit, Michigan,
“ICE MAN” ADAM DAVIS!

”This Is The New Shit” by Marilyn Manson starts blasting through the speakers as Adam Davis comes out to an extremely negative reaction. The entire restaurant
explodes in boos as REBEL’s number one contender makes his way to the ring and slides in.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing second, his opponent, from Staten Island, New York and weighing in tonight at one hundred seventy eight pounds, STONE ZELLOR!
“Connection” by Elastica starts to play and Stone Zellor comes out to just as much, if not more, booing than Adam Davis received. He keeps his eyes focused
on Davis, occasionally stopping to talk shit to a fan, he then climbs onto the apron, and signifies that tonight he is walking out the number one contender.
The bell sounds and both men start to circle each other, Stone doesn’t want to get into a technical match with Davis and Davis doesn’t want to start brawling
with Stone. They tie-up. Davis easily takes advantage and hooks in a hammerlock. Stone spins out and puts Davis in a hammerlock of his own. Davis easily
gets his arm back and clothesline! A nice short-arm clothesline by Davis. Stone quickly gets back up to his feet and the two are staring off. Both of them
the same height…Only difference is that Adam Davis is a little more than sixty pounds heavier! Hard right by Stone Zellor stuns Adam Davis and he quickly
chop blocks the right knee of Davis. Davis goes down to one knee and Stone hits the ropes…Dropkick to the back of Davis’ knocks him silly and Davis falls
to the mat. Stone starts stomping the knee of Davis and then gives him a hard stomp to the back of the knee cap. Davis starts squirming in pain and Stone
grabs a handful of hair and lifts him to his feet…Davis! Hard right sends Stone reeling into the ropes, Davis follows up with another right then sends
him into the opposite set of ropes, Stone rebounds, SUPERKICK! Ducked! Stone off the ropes once more and Clothesline! But the sixty pound weight difference
seems to play a big role here! Davis simply absorbs the clothesline! Stone hits the ropes again and Davis just takes it! Stone off the rope again! SUPERKICK!
Stone gets knocked flat on his back and Davis drops for the cover.

One!

Easy kick out!

REX CALIBER: Adam Davis is almost as impressive as I was when I began my REBEL stint. I went Eight singles matches undefeated. I think he is up to like
four or five. Still a bit to go.

ROB MARTINEZ: Well victories over KRENSHOV, Thomas Young, and maybe Stone Zellor tonight is super impressive!

Stone gets back to his feet, his hand on his jaw, and Adam Davis seems to be enjoying the role of being the bigger wrestler. Stone backs into the ropes,
Davis rushes! Stone pulls the rope and out flies Davis! Stone quickly follows and hops out of the ring and starts pounding down on Davis with lefts and
rights trying his hardest to keep the bigger man down. Davis slowly starts to make it back to his feet, fighting through the offensive onslaught. Hard
kick to the ribs! Davis falls to his hands and knees and Stone! He hops onto the back! SCAR! Davis breaks it! Stone looks shocked and a hard right sends
him stumbling. Stone climbs back into the ring, trying to regain his composure. Adam Davis right behind him…Snap suplex takes Stone to the mat. Stone
tries his best to get up quickly only to take a boot to the face. Davis puts him in the corner. BACKHAND by Stone! Davis stumbles back and SUPERKICK! Knocks
Stone down once more! Davis and Stone are equally matched for sure. Davis picks up stone…Discus Clothesline! Out of nowhere! Davis gets back up and both
men are eye to eye once more. Stone mouths a few words and Davis does the same.

REX CALIBER: Trash talking going on now? Didn’t we hear enough shit from Murcielago?

ROB MARTINEZ: You added some yourself!

They are at a stand off, waiting for one to make the first move… Collar Elbow Tie-up! Both men fighting to get the advantage, Stone isn’t going to win
it here…Davis goes behind, Back suplex! Stone gets back up to his feet and they tie up once more. Davis manages to slip behind once more and back suple-
Elbow! Elbow! Elbow! Davis stumbles backwards, leaning into the ropes…CACTUS CLOTHESLINE! Both men are on the outside, Stone is getting back to his feet…And
now he has a steel chair! The almighty equalizer in professional wrestling…RIGHT TO THE CHEST! Davis screams in pain as Stone sends the chair into him,
over and over. Davis manages to get to his stomach and takes a few to the back. He’s on his knees, fighting the pain and trying to..RIGHT TO THE HEAD!
Davis crumbles and Stone laughs. Stone manages to roll Davis into the ring, he slides in and heres the cover.

One!

Two!

Could the chair of knocked him out?

TH- Davis manages to get his arm up!

REX CALIBER: I guess I’m cheering for Davis, since Stone does own a win over me.

ROB MARTINEZ: He beat you? Ah yeah.. he did do that!

REX CALIBER: Shove it! Stone’s setting him up, pay attention!

Stone Zellor know it’ll take more and hits him a few times in the skull before bringing him back to his feet. Davis is dazed, Stone lifts him up…TOMBSTONE
PILEDRIVER! Stone has found the weak spot. He goes for the cover but only gets a two. Stone once again, giving him a couple fists to the head before taking
him back to his feet, making sure Davis doesn’t regain his composure. Irish whip…But Davis stumbles and falls to one knee. Stone hits the rope and DROPKICK!
Davis flies to the outside! The crowd hates both men but they seem to be booing Stone just a little more. Whats Stone trying to do. Davis has managed to
get to his feet…He rushes and over the top! Crossbody! CAUGHT! INTO THE POST! Stones back cracks against the pole. Davis still has him up, fallaway style.
He’s walking him around, Stone is barely one hundred and eighty pounds, this is nothing for Davis. He slides him into the ring and pulls a chair from underneath
the ring .Davis climbs to the apron, Stone is barely up to one knee. Davis is in…CHAIR TO THE BACK! Stone screams in pain and falls to the mat. CHAIR!
CHAIR! CHAIR! Stone is crawling around, trying to get away but the chair shots keep coming! Davis stops. He’s got the chair set up. He grabs hold of Stone…POWERBOMB!
NO! HURRACARANA! NO! Davis holds on! KAWADA DRIVER ONTO THE CHAIR! Stone might be dead! Davis has the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THRE- NO!

REX CALIBER: Back and forth match up! Reminds me of a match I had with Andre the Giant.

ROB MARTINEZ: RIGGHT!

Stone gets the shoulder up! Davis is in shock! He’s rough now. He easily lifts Stone by the neck and has him up firemans carry style. Could it be the Cold
Sholder? YES! NO! Stone slips out! DOUBLE KNEE BACKBREAKER! Both men are down! Stone with the desperation move! He’s crawling over to Davis trying to get
the pin. He drops an arm. One! Two! Three! Stone wins? But wait.. Jimmy Johnson called for the rope break! Stone is livid! He drags Davis to the center
of the ring. One! Two! Kickout! Stone turns him over and SCAR! It’s locked in! Right in the center of the ring! Davis is screaming! Stone torques it! Davis
has no where to go! He’s gonna tap! This could be it, new number one contender! WHAT? Davis! Look at the sheer strength! He’s up to one knee! DAVIS IS
UP! Stone is trying his hardest! Just reach the ropes! ADAM DAVIS RUNS INTO THE CORNER! Stone is squashed between the turnbuckle and man who is sixty pounds
heavier than him! But he REFUSES to let go! Davis is in pain! How much longer can he hold on! INTO THE CORNER AGAIN! Stone’s grip seems to bee loosening!
INTO THE COR- Stone jumps off! Davis sends himself into the corner! Look at Stone! He’s pointing at his head signifying he’s smarter. He turns around to
grab Da- LARIAT! STONE IS NEARLY BEHEADED! Davis with the cover! One! Two! Kickout!

ROB MARTINEZ: A TWO COUNT! I CAN’T BELIEVE IT!

Davis is just as shocked as Stone was previously in the match and lifts Stone to his feet. He throws him into the corner and drills him with a clothesline.
He keeps Stone in the corner and drills him again. He lets Stone fall limp and he slides to the outside. He pulls out a table from under the ring and slides
it in. Davis in on the apron, eyeing the table and Stone. He climbs in as Stone uses the ropes to get himself to his feet. Davis kicks him in the ribs
which sends him back down. Davis sets up the table and grabs hold of Stone Zellor. He rolls Stone on and climbs onto the table. He brings him to his feet
and kicks him in the gut. Davis looks out to the crowd, whom are booing him immensely. He spits and double underhooks the arms of Stone. CLARI- Stone breaks
the double underhook! Backhand causes Davis to lose his balance and get off the table Missile Dropkick off the table causes Davis to stumble into the ropes.
Davis gets out to regain his composure. Stone takes the table and tosses it outside. He follows after Davis who takes a club to the back and gets thrown
into the steps. Stone grabs the table and sets it up near the apron. HARD right by Davis! Stone leans into the apron trying to shake off the blow. HARD
right by Stone! DAVIS! STONE! DAVIS! STONE! BACKHAND! Davis stumbles forward and leans onto Stone who backhands him again and climbs the apron. He grabs
Davis by the hair and brings him up. TOMBSTONE! No! Davis manages to get out and get back to his feet. He pushes Stone away and Stone backs up until he
hits the corner with his back. Stone rushes! Crossbody! Caught! Oh no! CATATONIC ONTO THE TABLE!

REX CALIBER: WHAT THE HELL!

Davis is in shock. He looks at the crowd and down at the table…Which didn’t break. “What the fuck!?” says Davis.

Stone lies hardly moving on the table. Davis doesn’t know what to do. He grabs hold of Stone to keep him down and climbs up. He lifts him up to his knees
and Double Underhooks the arms. CLARI- Stone breaks it again! CLARITY BY STONE!

What?

The table didn’t break! Stone looks down at the table and swears under his breath. He drags Davis off the Table and then slides him into the ring. He then
looks back at the table and smiles. He lifts Davis up and whips him into the corner. He sits him up on the top turnbuckle and climbs up. “It’s over!” He
lifts him up for the Superplex…It’s ultimate desperation we’re seeing here from Stone.. Davis rejects it! Davis has Stone up! Stone rejects it! Stone’s
going for the suple..Davis jumps to the side! School boy powerbomb off the top rope! He’s got the pin!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of the match… ICEMAN ADAM DAVIS!

Adam Davis goes over and gets a mic quickly.

ADAM DAVIS: Another win, and another challenge met! Now… I am tired of fighting the chumps.. how about I go against a CHAMP! I’m officially cashing this
baby in…APRIL THE THIRD! BIRTHDAY BASH! Kyle Roberts, Chad Kurtis or who the hell ever! The second year of REBEL will begin… with me being crowned,
WORLD CHAMP! And finally that belt will be worth something.!

ROB MARTINEZ: Finally he has waited long enough. No more defenses… it’s official, Birthday Bash’s main event will feature Adam Davis!

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JENNY JERSEY: The following tag team match is scheduled for one fall and it is for a shot at the REBEL World Tag Team Titles! Introducing first weighing
in at two hundred forty-five pounds and hailing from Villahermosa, Tobasco, Mexico…EL REY DE CORIZONES!

El Rey de Corizones appears from behind the curtain with Montaña Rose at his side, who is carrying at basket of flowers. As he walks to the ring El Rey
blows kisses to the crowd, specifically the women. He and Montaña Rose circle the ring and begin to hand out bouquets to the women in the front row.El
Rey slides into the ring and Montaña Rose walks up the stairs to the ring. El Rey lifts up the second rope as Montaña steps into the ring. El Rey continues
waving to the crowd and then gives Montaña Rose a passionate kiss before she exits the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: El Rey is definitely in the Valentines Day spirit as you see him handing out bouquets to the women in the crowd tonight. Tonight’s event is
being broadcasted live on closed circuit t.v. in Rick Garrett’s strip clubs in the local area.

REX CALIBER: That bastard I was spitting game to that girl before the show!

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing his partner weighing in at two hundred sixty-three pounds and hailing from Turkey Cross, Kentucky…CUZIN ZEKE!

The Beverly Hillbilly’s theme begins playing and Cuzin Zeke comes out from behind the curtain and makes his way to the ring. He walks past the fans and
slides into the ring and stands in the corner by El Rey and he gives him a fist bump. The two begin to wait for their opponents to make their way to the
ring and for the match to begin.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing second weighing in at a combined weight of four hundred thirty-four pounds, “Kid Dynamite” Brent Taylor, “Black Mamba” Michael
Davidson…IMPACT INC.!

“Down with the Sickness” begins playing over the speakers in the building and Impact Inc. make their way from behind the curtain and towards the ring. It’s
an interesting intro as Both men are being pulled on a sleigh by Dextro who is on all fours and chained to it. The two receive a lukewarm reception from
the fans, but that doesn’t bother them too much. They talk shit to Dextro, smack him around a bit, then get in the ring. They slide into the ring and prepare
for their match.

Referee Alan Stone calls for the bell and the match is officially under way. El Rey de Corizones and Brent Taylor start the match. They lock up in the center
of the ring and El Rey gains the upper hand with a quick fireman’s carry. Taylor rolls away and to his feet and lands a fast dropkick sending El Rey to
the mat. Taylor goes to the mat and locks in a headlock. El Rey begins getting to his feet, Taylor still has the headlock locked in, El Rey lands a couple
of elbows to Taylor’s ribs and sends him into the ropes. Taylor off the rebound, big clothesline by El Rey sends Taylor to the mat and rolling through
the bottom rope and to the floor on the outside. El Rey hops out of the ring and grabs Taylor by the back of the neck and sends a couple of right hands
to his face. El Rey rolls Brent Taylor back into the ring and continues his offensive. Taylor gets to his feet and El Rey sends a kick to his gut and lands
a DDT in the middle of the ring and goes for the cover. Kick out after one. Taylor gets to his feet and El Rey sends a few rights to his head, Taylor blocks
them both and sends a boot to the abdomen of EL Rey de Corizones and bounces off the ropes and lands a big bulldog! Taylor goes up to the second rope and
hits a leg drop across the chest of El Rey. Taylor gets up off the mat and tags in Michael Davidson! Davidson comes in with a head full of steam and clotheslines
El Rey to the mat. Cuzin Zeke comes running into the ring and he goes down too! Davidson picks Zeke up off the mat and throws him out of the ring and follows
him to the outside. Davidson grabs Zeke by the pony tail and sends a few rights to the face and then whips Zeke into the ring stairs with authority!

ROB MARTINEZ: That could be heard throughout the building, what impact!

REX CALIBER: Montaña Rose has had some impact on me during this match. Hey, Montaña, get over here you could use some Rex Appeal!

ROB MARTINEZ: Let’s just watch the match.

Davidson goes under the ring and grabs a steel chair! Zeke gets to his feet and Davidson swings at his head, and a miss. Zeke sends a boot to Davidson’s
gut and he drops the chair, Zeke takes advantage of this and lands a DDT on the chair! Davidson is down. Meanwhile back in the ring El Rey and Taylor are
still fighting. Taylor takes down El Rey with another fireman’s carry and then follows it up with and arm bar, El Rey scrambles out and tries to land a
dropkick but Taylor ducks out of the way. Taylor grabs El Rey by the hair and whips him into the turnbuckle and follows it up with a big jumping splash
that sends El Rey stumbling out of the corner. Brent Taylor goes to the top rope and tries to land an elbow drop on the prone King of Hearts, but El Rey
rolls out of the way! Taylor squirms on the mat and El Rey goes on the offensive. El Rey lifts Taylor off the mat and whips him into the ropes and lands
a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker, Taylor holds his back on the mat. El Rey locks in an arm trap standing leg lock and Taylor tries to get to the ropes. Inching
towards the ropes, slowly but surely Taylor grabs the bottom rope with his free hand. Michael Davidson and Cuzin Zeke are still brawling on the outside
of the ring. Davidson whips Zeke into the barricade and follows it up with a clothesline that sends Zeke’s feet up into the air. Davidson lands several
blows to the face of Cuzin Zeke and has the upper hand. Davidson goes back under the ring and grabs a trash can. He pulls the trash can out from under
the ring and Cuzin Zeke runs and lands a clothesline sending him to the floor. Zeke grabs Davidson and lifts him to his feet, but Davidson with a gouge
of the eyes gets Zeke off of him. BAM! A trash can shot across Zeke’s head!

ROB MARTINEZ: A softer side to Michael Davidson, but I think we can expect him to do something insane before this match is over.

REX CALIBER: Brings a whole new meaning to taking out the trash. I’m still trying to take Montaña Rose out to a nice steak dinner on Valentines Day and
then never call her again.

ROB MARTINEZ: Do you think about anything other then women?

REX CALIBER: I think about how incredible a wrestler I was and still am.

Zeke is down on the outside and Davidson continues laying in the stomps to his head. Davidson picks Zeke up off the floor and Zeke lands a few rights and
lefts to Davidson’s abdomen and Davidson stumbles backwards. Zeke gets to his vertical base and Davidson comes running at him, spine buster on the floor!
Michael Davidson is riving in pain on the floor outside the ring. Zeke takes advantage of this and begins stomping on Davidson’s back, then lifts him up
off the floor and whips him into the ring stairs and follows it up with a big running splash. Davidson’s back has been softened up from the last few moves
from Cuzin Zeke. Taylor and El Rey are still at it back in the ring. El Rey whips Taylor into the ropes and bends forward setting up for a back body drop,
but Taylor stops and sends a kick to the chest of El Rey and follows it up with a big dropkick. El Rey de Corizones rolls out of the ring and grabs a breather.
Taylor bounces off the ropes and comes flying over the top rope and takes out El Rey! All members of this match are now on the outside. Zeke is laying
in rights to Michael Davidson’s face, Davidson blocks one and sends his own right to the face of Zeke but it’s also blocked. Zeke tries another right but
it’s blocked again, Davidson is gaining momentum and he lands several rights to the face of Cuzin Zeke. He follows it up with a Manhattan Drop and then
a clothesline! Davidson goes over to and simply grabs a fork from a fan at ringside and holds it up in the air for a second and then stalks Cuzin Zeke
as he gets to his feet. Zeke is on his feet and Davidson grabs him by the shoulder and turns him around and sticks that fork into his forehead! Zeke’s
forehead begins to trickle blood.

ROB MARTINEZ: Michael Davidson is insane!

REX CALIBER: Stick a fork in him, he’s done!

Davidson goes under the ring again and brings out a table and the crowd pops! Davidson sets up the table and then grabs Zeke and rolls him on it. Davidson
lands several more rights and then heads into the ring and to the top rope. Davidson with a huge splash off the top rope, ZEKE MOVES! Michael Davidson
crashes and burns through the table! The crowd goes wild as the two men are motionless on the outside. Taylor and El Rey are fighting inside the ring again.
El Rey whips Taylor into the ropes and lands a big powerslam off the rebound. Taylor is down and El Rey goes for a lionsault, he nails it! El Rey goes
for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THR–Kick out!

Taylor just got a shoulder up and El Rey looks surprised that he kicked out of that. El Rey scoops Taylor off the mat and grabs his arm and wrenches it.
El Rey walks over to the turnbuckle and steps up to the top rope and lands the Super Elbow Drop! Taylor goes down and El Rey goes in for the arm trap standing
leg lock. Can El Rey get the move locked in? Yes, he’s got the move locked in, in the middle of the ring. Michael Davidson enters the ring with a pizza
cutter in hand! El Rey has the move locked in on Brent Taylor and doesn’t notice Michael Davidson. Davidson slashes El Rey’s mask! El Rey’s mask has several
tears in it and Davidson tries tearing it off of him!

ROB MARTINEZ: Davidson is trying to tear off El Rey’s mask!

REX CALIBER: I tell ya, it wouldn’t take that long for me to tear of Montaña’s clothes.

ROB MARTINEZ: Again, can we just watch the damn match?!

Davidson rips and tears at the mask but El Rey won’t let him take that mask off of him. KRUSTY KID PAUL! Krusty Kid Paul has comes out from the back and
gets Dextro unhooked from the sleigh. Krusty Kid Paul’s clothes are stained purple and green and he’s limping from his brawl with Warren earlier! He picks
up the chair that was used earlier in the match and enters the ring. Davidson turns around, BAM! A HUGE CHAIR SHOT! That shot echoed throughout the building,
but Davidson did not go down! BAM! A second HUGE chair shot finally sends Davidson to the mat! Brent Taylor runs after Krusty Kid Paul but Dextro grabs
him and then Taylor also receives a big chair to the head that sends him to the mat! Referee Alan Stone has never truly had control of this match and now
it is just even more out of control. Krusty Kid Paul gets Dextro and the two head towards the back. El Rey de Corizones and Cuzin Zeke both did not notice
the interference and they each make a cover, El Rey on Taylor and Zeke on Davidson.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

JENNY JERSEY: Here are you winners EL REY DE CORIZONES AND CUZIN ZEKE!

The crowd applauds the two men and referee Alan Stone raises their hands. El Rey waives to the crowd as Montaña Rose leads him and Zeke to the back. Impact
Inc. are gaining their bearings in the ring and they then roll out of the ring and head towards the back as well.

ROB MARTINEZ: That was an incredibly intense match between these two teams. KKP gave Impact Inc. some revenge, which was served oh so cold! What’s your
take on this hard fought match Rex?

REX CALIBER: It was good, but Montaña was better, I hate to see her leave, but I love watching her go!

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With intermission going on in the arena as the cage is set up, the closed circuit broadcast shows a recap of the Kyle Roberts-Chad Kurtis rivalry. We see
the highlights begin with the ending of the Young-Roberts match at TBA.

Roberts, out of sheer instinct, pushes the ladder back into Young! Young staggers back, Roberts with a double leg takedown… Catapults Young into the exposed
turnbuckle! Young’s head makes a sickening thud against the exposed metal! He bounces back, and Roberts scoops Young up! He can barley hold him but somehow
manages

EMERALD FUSION!!

Roberts collapses in pain as he covers!

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of the match and STILL REBEL World Champion, STYLIN’ KYLE ROBER—

Interrupted by Kid Rock’s COCKY! Out walks Chad Kurtis, Matthew Kurtis, Jonathon Kurtis, Will Zaluki, Mandy and two other men. Those men are Warren who
is on a cell phone, and Donovan Astros, who is talking to Chad Kurtis, who is carrying his newly won cup. Kyle is standing, bloody as hell and wondering
about the commotion. He locks eyes with Astros, and doesn’t get off him..

NARRATOR: The opportunity presented itself, and with the rules having a loophole, a loophole that has since been fixed, Chad Kurtis takes his newly won
Cup, and cashes it in for a title match. It was just coincidence the match that Roberts just had was brutal and bloody, right?

The bell sounds and Chad enters the ring. Alan Stone grabs the belt back from Kyle Roberts. Chad hits a Lou Thesz press and begins assaulting Kyle with
fists. Astros throws a steel chair in the ring. Chad picks up Kyle Roberts, boot to the gut!

REX CALIBER: CK FUCKING FINALE ON A GOD DAMN CHAIR… I’M LOVING THIS!

ONE!

TWO!

IS THIS REAL?

ALAN STONES COUNT OF THREE MAKES IT REAL!

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of the match and NEW REBEL PRO WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, “THE SHOW” CHAD KURTIS!

NARRATOR: The infamous South Carolina Screwjob made Chad Kurtis a World Champ. But there was a “Rematch” clause, a clause that would be put to good use…
the next month.

ROB MARTINEZ: The champion with a low blow from behind!

REX CALIBER: Hey, Roberts shouldn’t have turned his back on THE CHAMP like that, his own damn fault. There ain’t no DQ in REBEL!

ROB MARTINEZ: Be that as it may, oh no, CK FINALE! It doesn’t matter if he can’t pinfall, if The Show hits this, Roberts will be knocked OUT for any submission
move! Here it comes — NO! ROBERTS TAKES THE LEGS OUT —

REX CALIBER: NOT AGAIN!

ROB MARTINEZ: Roberts HAS IT IN! THE BEAR-TAMER AGAIN! THE SHOW HAS TO MAKE THE ROPES OR IT’S OVER!

The crowd? THEY HAVEN’T SAT DOWN! Roberts wrenches back, screaming himself in sheer intensity. The Show tries to get to the ropes, he’s crawling, clawing,
scratching… he’s almost there…

KYLE WALKS HIM BACK TO THE CENTER OF THE RING

And then kneels down, knee right in Chad’s back, bending The Show in ways the body is not supposed to go! THE SHOW TAPS! THE SHOW TAPS!

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of the match, and ONCE AGAIN REBEL World Heavyweight Champion… STYLIN’ KYLE ROBERTS!

NARRATOR- That rematch clause was matched with yet another. Chad Kurtis would get another crack at being champ, and this time he was… STONE WALLED!

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

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

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

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

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

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

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

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

NARRATOR: Controversial isn’t the word for what happened, it was much more than just controversy. This was a heinous act committed by Stone to let the World
know that he wanted GOLD! This led to Rick Garrett’s unusual match with Stone Zellor and Chad Kurtis taking on Kyle Roberts in a triple threat match. If
either man could pin Roberts, they get a shot at the gold… so Chad had to dig deep, and become SUPERMAN!

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

TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER!

Stone covers! That’s all! ONE!

TWO!

THREE—

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

The Show does.

TOE-KICK

CK FINALEEEEEEEEE…

CONNECTS!

THE SHOW COVERS! ONE!

TWO!

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

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

NARRATOR: And the stage is set, One final contest between “Stylin” Kyle Roberts, arguably the greatest REBEL champion ever, taking on “The Show” Chad Kurtis,
arguably the greatest athlete to fight in REBEL. Inside a cage, in which the top is wrapped in Barbwire. Tonight isn’t about the past. It’s what can they
bring tonight. Will Kyle let the emotional issues of his personal life effect him, or will it fuel his fire? Will Chad ride his momentum from the last
two REBEL performances to gold, or will he forever be known as a guy who had to fight a beaten down man to be champ? Tonight, no interference, no bullshit…
tonight only one man leaves with his head held high. ONLY ONE! And two words cement the finality of it all… NO REMATCH.

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JENNY JERSEY: The following contest is the MAIN EVENT OF THE EVENING! It is a Barbwire Cage match and it is for the REBEL HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP OF THE
WORLD!

“Guess who’s back?”

Hit it.

“They say I’m COCKY!

And I say WHAT?

It ain’t braggin’ motherfucker if you back it up!”

And out comes the challenger. He receives a mixed reaction, some boos, some cheers, but everyone is doing something. It’s loud… REAL LOUD. He smiles at
the crowd and struts to the ring. He then stares up at the fifteen foot high, steel cage waiting for him. ROB MARTINEZ: Chad has been very vocal that some
fence and chicken wire won’t keep him from the title.

REX CALIBER: They ALL sound tough until they see the cage. The cage isn’t that bad, the barbwire at the top… now that will frighten the most hardcore
guys in the fed.

Chad shakes the cage a bit, and then walks through the door.

“I am the man! With the master plan!”

The champ enters through the curtain, wearing the very prized championship belt. He doesn’t seem fazed by anything. He walks straight up to the cage. He
looks it up and down, then a smile is formed. He enters the cage, followed by referee Dale McDonald, who padlocks the cage.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, from Paducah, Kentucky, now residing in Durham, North Carolina. He weighed in at two hundred twenty six pounds. He is a
former TWO TIME REBEL Carolina’s Champion! He is a former REBEL Heavyweight champion of the World. He is the True PTP’er, The Innovator of Offense, THE
SHOW… CHAD KURTIS!

The boos reign in some, but the cheers are being heard as well. The tension in the air is thick.. real thick. These two men want one thing, and right now
Kyle Roberts by all means owns it.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent, from Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan, now residing in Raleigh, North Carolina. He weighed i at two hundred sixty pounds. He is the
current reigning and defending REBEL Pro Wrestling Heavyweight Champion of the WORLD! STYLIN! KYLE ROBERTS!

The bell sounds, and three men are in that cage. Referee Dale McDonald and the two wrestlers.

ROB MARTINEZ: Notice the weight changes? Kyle gained three pounds and Chad lost four.

REX CALIBER: Yeah, Chad hasn’t been moping around like Kyle has, he been training!

The two men look at the cage, then look at themselves, then look at each other. The fans are standing up, and the anticipation is building. All the talking
done, other four matches out the window. No one will interfere. This is man versus man for supreme glory.

They go to the center of the ring and Chad offers a handshake. Kyle looks at the crowd and then lets Chad know that he doesn’t accept, cause “He’s smarter
than Chad.” Chad wipes off the offered hand and the two men lock up. Chad gets drove into the ropes and cage by the bigger Kyle Roberts. Kyle lets up and
follows it up with a WHOOO knife edge chop to the chest. Chad Kurtis smiles at him and flexes his muscles like Sting from 1990! Kyle Roberts doesn’t know
how to react as Chad tells him to bring it! Kyle attempts another but has his arm grabbed. Chad drags Kyle down and applies a Fujiwara Arm-Bar on the Champ!

ROB MARTINEZ: Chad said all week, that’d he would adapt to the environment he was gave. He has focused on a ground game it seems.

REX CALIBER: It seems as such, and he has his feet on the cage, using it for leverage.

ROB MARTINEZ: Smart move! And everything is legal in REBEL!

Chad hears the screams from the Canadian and loves it! The louder the scream the better. The Show lets go and gets up. He drops a leg down on the arm. He
picks up Kyle Roberts and Irish Whips him into the ropes. Kyle hangs onto the cage on the rebound and a drop kick attempt sees Chad hit the mat… HARD!
Kyle wastes little time and covers. ONE! And that’s all we get from that. Kyle has the advantage now and quickly turns Chad over. He kicks the lower back
of Chad, then drops a knee on it for good measure. Kyle Roberts is all about methodically picking a guy a part, and setting up his moves. Kyle drops down
and applies a modified Bow and Arrow! Chad screams as the champ wrenches.

REX CALIBER: You know how Kyle knows that move?

ROB MARTINEZ: You teach it to him?

REX CALIBER: Nah I taught to Amy before she met Kyle… though my version was MORE modified! And naked!

ROB MARTINEZ: You are one soulless individual. Can’t you see how heartbroken the man was?

REX CALIBER: Wait about thirty minutes and you’ll see a heartbroken man when this match ends. Guaranteed!

Kyle gets up and begins to stomp the back of Chad Kurtis. Kyle gets on the second rope and drops down with another knee.. THAT MISSES! Kyle Roberts hit
his knee hard. Chad gets up trying to stretch his back some, getting the feeling into it. Chad sees the limping Kyle Roberts and quickly drop kicks Kyle
in the knee, almost as fast as Kyle got up! Kyle Roberts in a prone position and Chad applies THE FIGURE FOUR LEG-LOCK!

REX CALIBER: Shades of Nature Boy Buddy Landell!

ROB MARTINEZ: Yeah I’m sure THAT’S the Nature Boy everyone thinks of when this move gets applied!

Kyle Roberts is struggling to get to the ropes. It won’t cause Chad to break the hold, but at least he can’t lose if he taps out in them! Kyle is getting
a boost from a PLEASE DON’T TAP CHANT! He feels the crowd, and not to many times have the crowd been louder than this ruckus Hard Rock Cafe! The fans aside,
Kyle must do something to get out. He puts his arm in the air, and tries to turn the move over. Chad is turning the other way, then begins punching the
knee of Kyle. Kyle won’t stop though, and FINALLY GETS IT TURNED! The Show is forced to let go, as he doesn’t want any pressure on his knees. His knees
are very important to his surviving this match.

ROB MARTINEZ: Kyle holds his knee and this is the most wrestling I’ve ever seen in a Barbwire Cage match.

Kyle limps up and Chad gets up as well. Chad showing less signs of back pain as the adrenaline must be pumping higher and higher. Kyle spots a running Chad
Kurtis. Kurtis with a FRANKENSTEINER! REVERSED INTO A POWERBOMB! Kyle points to his temple then covers. ONE! TWO! Not so fast! Chad with a shoulder up
and this match continues. Kyle, favoring his knee, sees a prone Chad. OFF THE ROPES… LIONSAULT! KNEES INTO THE STOMACH OF KYLE! Chad had the move well
scouted. Chad is up and… REVERSE STO! Kyle is out!

ONE!

TWO!

THRE- KICKOUT!

Kyle will NOT go quietly into the night. This match continues, and Chad is going up top. ELBOW DROP TO THE CHEST! Another pin fall! But Kyle gets his shoulder
up at two and seven eighths! Chad is getting more confident, or as his song goes, cocky. Kyle is down and needs to get up. Why? Cause Chad Kurtis is climbing
the cage. Kyle spots him and gets up. He gets to the opposite side of the cage, and Chad comes down after his plans are spoiled. Chad goes over toward
Kyle, who runs at Chad with a clothesline! Chad up quick and Kyle throws him into the ropes. TILT A WHIRL BACK-BREAKER! Chad writhes in pain as both men
are going full tilt for the World title!

ROB MARTINEZ: This is a classic roller coaster match up!

REX CALIBER: I’m not seeing enough of Kyle Roberts getting his ass kicked… and THAT ANGERS ME!

ROB MARTINEZ: You fight in the name of charity next week!

REX CALIBER: Yes, but that doesn’t please me now! I need satisfaction!

Kyle goes for the pin only receiving a two count. Dale McDonald has words with the complaining Kyle. Chants of GET UP SHOW! ring out throughout the theme
restaurant! Kyle looks frustrated as Chad wins the crowd over. Kyle goes to his play-book and brings out a Masa Chono original.. the STF! The back of Chad
has to be hurting in this painful move. As Kyle pulls with the crossface, Dale McDonald checks for a submission. Chad will not give as the fans start to
chant: PLEASE DON’T TAP! Well both men have heard that tonight, so apparently they never want this match to end. A near pro Kyle, mixed Chad crowd is pretty
much cheering both men equally now! Chad is in the middle of the ring, and has no way out. He starts flailing his arms backward, trying to escape… and
Kyle gets accidentally nicked in the eye. He breaks the hold quickly and Dale McDonald checks his eye. Kyle is having a hard time seeing the ref’s fingers.
Dale asks him if he can continue, and a FUCK YEAH is heard no matter if you are the front row to the people in the back. Chad Kurtis gets up slowly, as
Kyle winces to see him. Chad comes toward Kyle who is leaning on the ropes/cage and Kyle grabs Chad’s head and smashes it into the cage. Chad bounces off
and has a trickle of blood coming from his forehead. Kyle pounces on Chad, and begins hitting him with lefts and rights. Both men wrapped up their hands
real good, so it’s heavily taped fists landing. The cut is widened and the blood flows freely.

ROB MARTINEZ: Chad pissed Kyle off, but he didn’t mean to hit him in the eye.

REX CALIBER: Kyle just turned it up a notch, but nevertheless the move was broken. Now can Chad survive the onslaught of this pounding.

Kyle gets off him and sees blood on his hands. And a sick smile comes on Kyle’s face. The crowd pops big time as they know the match has just been turned
around. Chad is up and trying to climb the cage. Is he looking for a huge high spot? It doesn’t matter, Kyle isn’t gonna let it happen. He starts climbing
too and they are eye to eye with themselves and barbwire. Chad’s head is pushed forward, but Chad muscles up to stop it… centimeters from the barb wire.
He elbows Kyle and grabs his head, RAKING IT IN THE BARB WIRE! KYLE ROBERTS FALLS HARD TO THE MAT! Chad sees him… SPINNING LEG DROP FROM UP HIGH! THE
SHOW COVERS KYLE!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE! NOPE, NOT YET! Kyle somehow, someway gets a shoulder up. Instinct perhaps. The Show is bloody and looks to be in near tears. He thought he had him.
Chad gets frustrated and begins to wail on the head of Kyle Roberts. The already blood stained mat from earlier bloody matches is stained further as pool
of blood gathers under the head of Kyle. This is a mess and both men will start losing energy quick. Stamina building exercises don’t help a man when he
loses blood. Kyle has more than his hands with blood on them. It’s all in his hairy chest as well. Chad staggers up and waits in the corner. Kyle tries
getting up and is on one knee. SHINING WIZARD FROM CHAD KURTIS… DUCKED. Kyle gets up quick and SUPER KICK FROM KYLE ROBERTS? INDEED! Chad is out. Kyle
can’t cover but uses the time to get to his feet.

ROB MARTINEZ: Roberts is a damn mess. Maybe only the TBA street fight have I seen him bleed like this.

REX CALIBER: He isn’t the only man stuck here.. Chad isn’t exactly slowing down on the blood loss. This match might be decided on who has thicker blood.

Chad finally rises. Kyle is propped against the cage and ropes. A weird smile comes across both men’s face. They nod to one another, and meet in the middle
of the ring. The bump knuckles in a show of respect? This is INSANE! They tie up and Kyle gets caught in side headlock. He shoots Chad into the ropes,
off the rebound Kyle gets Chad in position for the MOOSE JAW DRIVER! IT CONNECTS! The cover, the hook of the leg:

ONE!

TWO!

THREE? NOPE! Foot on the ropes interrupts the count. Kyle is bloody as hell but points to his head. He grabs the legs of Chad Kurtis and… BEAR TAMER!
ROB MARTINEZ: He won back the World title with this very move. How does Chad survive this?

Kyle has it locked in good. He has him in the middle of the ring. Chad balls his fist up and then opens it. The crowd begin another PLEASE DON’T TAP CHANT!

But Chad has not choice but to…

BALL IT BACK UP!

Chad flails around a minute then squirms and crawls backward contorting his body, getting through the legs of Kyle. Kyle tries to stomp him but had his
foot caught. He gets tripped up. Both men get up virtually at the same time. Both men face each other. Toe kick from Chad Kurtis! CK FINALE CONNECTS! CK
FINALE CONNECCCCTS! The academic cover! Chad covers nonchalantly!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT! KICKOUT! KICKOUT!

REX CALIBER: How the fuck did that happen?

ROB MARTINEZ: ….

Chad is in shock. Kyle is still out though. He ain’t moving.

REX CALIBER: Chad is making a HUGE MISTAKE! He is climbing the cage. This is not going to end well.

ROB MARTINEZ: He wanted his “Snuka moment” and he is gonna scale the cage.

Kyle still is somewhat out. Bleeding still, barely moving. Chad is near the top of the cage. He looks back at Kyle. He looks to the fans. The are ALL CHANTING…
SHOW…SHOW…SHOW! He climbs all the way up, disregarding the poor footing cause of the barbwire. Kyle Roberts hasn’t moved, but it could be a possum
move.

Chad rolls his hands over themselves. HE DIVES… and you see it like in slow motion

180 DEGREES

360 DEGREES

480 DEGREES

560 DEGREES

SIX HUNDRED AND FIFTY DEGREE SPLASH….

CONNNNECCTTTS!!!!!

THE COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

THE CROWD EXPLODES!

ROB MARTINEZ: OHHH MY GOD! UN FUCKING BELIEVABLE! 3 and half turns off the cage. And it wouldn’t be possible if the CK Finale wouldn’t have been hit.

REX CALIBER: All the credit in the world goes to Kyle Roberts for on guts and instinct ALONE survived the CK Finale. But a 650 splash?

JENNY JERSEY: The winner and NEEEEEW REBEL HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE WORLD… THE SHOOOWW! CHAD KURTIS!

Chad is receiving the belt and is asking for the mic.

CHAD KURTIS: They ain’t many feelings like this. This is my Super Bowl! I want to tell each and every fan in here tonight, the ones back in Raleigh watching
on the screen. The South Carolina Screw Job wasn’t something I am proud of. THIS IS ME ASKING FOR FORGIVENESS! I proved to everyone that I didn’t need
to cheat to win. Most of all, I showed MYSELF! THANK YOU FANS! I LOVE YOU ALL!

And as the show ends we see a dazed Kyle Roberts get up. He looks weird in his expression. He offers his hand in respect, the same notion turned down by
Kyle earlier. Chad looks at it, as blood goes all over the belt. HE SHAKES IT! The two exchange respectful words as Kyle exits to let Chad have his moment.
This event was damn sure bloody. But maybe it’s the spirit of the holiday, but the fans LOVED IT ALL! And a man who walked in with just a few cheers, just
won over the entire Carolinas! THE SHOW… STEALS THE SHOW!