March Madness 03/04/2008

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

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

The basketball theme leaves as REBEL highlights are shown.

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

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

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

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

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

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

ROB MARTINEZ: We also have a PIMPTASTIC ATTRACTION TONIGHT!

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

ROB MARTINEZ: MARRRRCH MADDDNEEESSS!

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

“AND I AM FINALLY FREE!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The fans boo at not seeing Kenny in action.

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

HUGE POP!

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

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

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

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

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

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

“AND I AM FINALLY FREE!”

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

ROB MARTINEZ: An open challenge put out by the NAPW World Champion is huge, but I don’t know if anybody is too eager to get in the ring with Kenny Krenshov.
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JENNY JERSEY: The following match is scheduled for one fall, first making his REBEL debut, standing six foot four and weighing in at two hundred twenty
four pounds from the Bronx, New York…

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

JENNY JERSEY: MIKE LA COSTA!

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

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

JENNY JERSEY: MURCIELAGO!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

REX CALIBER: Call the match, Rob.

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

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

ROB MARTINEZ: Rex, Murc says your days-

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

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

ONE…

TWO..

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

ONE…

TWO…

THREE…

JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner, MURCIELAGO!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

ROB MARTINEZ: Again with the self aggrandizing…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

ONE!

TWO!

THRENOOOO!

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

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

No response.

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

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

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

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

ONE!

TWNO!

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

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

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

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

ONE!

TWONOO!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

ONE!

TWO!

DAVIS GETS A SHOULDER UP!

THREE!

DING! DING! DING!

ROB MARTINEZ: What just happened?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

ROB MARTINEZ: Guest Referee?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cheers from the crowd.

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

Another loud ovation from the crowd.

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

Silence.

REX CALIBER: Woof….

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

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

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

REX CALIBER: Hey! I know that redhead!

ROB MARTINEZ: Easy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

REX CALIBER: See Rob, dreams CAN come true!

ROB MARTINEZ: Ugh.

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

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

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

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

ROB MARTINEZ: I will not!

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

ROB MARTINEZ: Zellor showing that mean streak of his.

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

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

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

REX CALIBER: It makes your ass hurt too.

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

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

REX CALIBER: Uh….Sure.

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

ROB MARTINEZ: Nice ladder.

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

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

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

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

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

ROB MARTINEZ: What the Hell?

REX CALIBER: I HATE KANYE WEST!

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

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

It’s “Golddigger!”

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

The inhumanity!

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

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

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

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

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

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

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh good God!

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

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

REX CALIBER: Is it over?

ROB MARTINEZ: I’ll let you know.

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

REX CALIBER: Oh God is he naked?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Assman looks excited.

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

Boos for Chet and his stupid suit.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The crowd is chanting GO BACK HOME!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

CRACK!

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

CRACK AGAIN!

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

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

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

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

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

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

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

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

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

SNAP.

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

CRACK.

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

A BULLWHIP.

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

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

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

GANG BANGING SINCE ’94!

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

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

REX CALIBER: That was HARDCORE!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Guess who’s back?”

Hit it.

“They say I’m COCKY!…

And I say WHAT?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

ROB MARTINEZ: The ring shook with that powerful move!

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

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

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

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

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

TWO!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I AM THE MAN!

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

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

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

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

JJ Nickels steals the mic.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The crowd is buzzing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

ROB MARTINEZ: Not much on giving people encouragement huh?

BAD BOY, BAD BOY, WHAT YA GONNA DO!…

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

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

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

Alan Stone calls for the bell!

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

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

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

ONE!

TWO!

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

ONE!

TWO!

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

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

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

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

ONE!

TWO!

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

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

ONE!

TWO!

IT’S ALL TIED UP…

WELL MAYBE NOT!

ZEKE WITH THE LAST SECOND SAVE!

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

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

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

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

ONE!

TWO!

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

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

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

IT DROPS!

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

IT DROPS.

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

THE CROWD ARE ALL UP ON THEIR FEET.

THE PLACE EXPLODES!

IT DROPPED.

IT DROPPED!

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

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

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

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

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

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

Well duh.

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

Cheerings!

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

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

Rees.

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

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

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

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

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

ROB MARTINEZ: You’re from here!

REX CALIBER: Exactly!

“I AM THE MAN!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

REX CALIBER: That’d be it right here —

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

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

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

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

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

But then…

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

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

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

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

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

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

ROB MARTINEZ: How would YOU give him herpes?

REX CALIBER: Your mom!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

ONE!

TWO!

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

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

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

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

ONE!

TWO!

Roberts kicks out!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rees holds up his hand…

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

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

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

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

KICK-OUT!

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

DDT FROM THE GREEN!

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

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

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

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

CONCEPTION BAY CHINLOCK IS APPLIED!

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

No, he’s fading, he’s fading.

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

It drops once.

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

REX CALIBER: Just a matter of time!

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

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

It drops…

NO!

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

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

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

EMERALD FUSION???

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

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

UP ON KYLE’S SHOULDERS!

MOOSE JAW DRIVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THKICKOUT!

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

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

THE LIONSAULT!

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

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

STYLESKICK!

ONE!

TWO!

FOOT ON THE ROPES!

And once again Kyle can’t believe it!

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

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

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

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

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

Rees STANDING on the top turnbuckle! LEAPS OVER!

SUNSET FLIP MDK POWERBOMB!

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

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

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

FIVE!

SIX!

Wait! Kyle is starting to get up, slowly!

SEVEN!

Rees is stirring!

EIGHT!

NINE!

…

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

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

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

Has him!

NISH D DROP!

Splash Mountain, right into a pin! ONE!

TWO!

THR—KICKOUT!

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

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

DUCKED!

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

WABANA BUSTER CONNECTS!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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