Merrytime Massacre II 12/02/2008

12/02/2008
The scene is a familiar one. Tickets are being sold at a table at the front doors of the REBEL Arena. Security is tight tonight. People are wearing coats
for the chilly conditions in Raleigh. Over Five Hundred people, some are expecting nearly Six Hundred as the Arena has been renovated with new snack bars
and more seats. The Extreme Elite shirts are selling better than expected, as the teenage guys in the audience seem to dig the wild and crazy foursome.
Cuzin Zeke is out front signing autographs along with current REBEL Carolinas Champion Mikey Massacre. Mikey is also selling photos of himself for five
bucks a piece, and “Best of Mikey Massacre” DVD’s that Rex had made for him, which includes rare content of Mikey from around the globe. The crowd is buzzing,
just like it is inside Hardcore Drinking, one of several bars or strip clubs showing tonight’s event. A few bars in Calgary, Alberta have been linked to
tonight’s event, as well as several in Edmonton. Rex was doing more than just NAPW business up in Canada this week. We see the entrance way has Mikey Massacre’s
special Hardcore Christmas Tree. God only knows what it is doing there. In the ring is the always dapper… ROB MARTINEZ!

ROB MARTINEZ: WELCOME EVERYONE TO THE REBEL ARENA… We are streaming live in several night clubs and bars throughout the Carolinas, and even some in Canada.
Tonight we put on the last solo REBEL show of the year. This show has been hyped all week as being one of the best line ups, top to bottom, that REBEL
has ever had.

The crowd starts a REBEL RULES chant.

ROB MARTINEZ: Tonight we have Cuzin Zeke taking on El Rey de Corazones! (Big Pop). We will see “The Show” Chad Kurtis take on the cousin of NAPW star Trent
Daniels! (Some booing at the mentioning of NAPW or was it Daniels?) You will see the in ring return of the chaotic superstar known simply as BLOOD! (Mixed
reaction indeed.) And we have a Three Way Dance to determine who will face off for the Carolinas Championship later tonight! (SBK chants fire up.) All
the gold is on the line tonight, as The Young Leons try to do what only one other team in REBEL has done, and that’s defeat the current World Tag Team
Champions! (Pop for the Leons). And in the Main Event of the Evening. For the third time in REBEL History, we will see a BARBWIRE CAGE MATCH! (Mega Pop)
Nick Everhart will enter that hellish structure and take on The Ragin’ Redneck for the WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!

REBEL Chants erupt again.

ROB MARTINEZ: For the second year in a row, Raleigh, North Carolina will lay witness to a…

MERRYTIME MASSACRE!

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“Reign of Terror” blares through the REBEL Arena, the fans who had been cheering enthusiastically for the last REBEL show of the year immediately boo.
Half empty beer bottles, Coke bottles, popcorn boxes and other debris begin to fill the aisle leading down to the ring. From the back walk Vincent Black
and Bubba J, The Ragin’ Redneck, both with identical cocky grins plastered on their faces. Vincent is wearing an “Extreme Elite” football jersey and Bubba
J is sporting a similar jersey. The only difference in the two outfits is each of their names is on the back of the jersey, written in barbed wire. Bubba
and Vincent walk up the ring steps, but not before wiping their feet clean on a mat that Bubba throws down-they don’t want their good shoes getting filthy
from the crap at ringside. Vincent grabs a live mic.

VINCENT BLACK: REBEL Fans!

Loud boos, the walls vibrate with the loudness of the boos. Bubba grabs the mic.

BUBBA: Shut the hell up, this man’s got something to say.

Vincent nods before regaining control of the mic.

VINCENT BLACK: Allow me to introduce the tag team duo of sexiness to the Extreme, their are your REBEL Pro tag team champions, the.

Bubba J makes a drum roll sound into the mic in Vincent’s hand.

VINCENT BLACK: Great Alaskan Ninja!

BUBBA: Ninjas!

“Highway to Hell” plays and from the back walks GAN wearing their tag team belts sporting the sexiest and most grooveable Extreme Elite jerseys as well.
They put their hands out to touch the fans before pulling them back and smelling their finger tips. Both Inferno and Shoe shake their heads at the smell
and curl their lips. Both make their way down to the ring with a renewed rain of trash; the cleanup crew has plenty to clean before the first match.

INFERNO: Yeah Baby! The most awesomest and groovingest duo is here.

SHOE: Maybe we can find some sexy ladies in this crowd to have a great after party time with.

All four look around the arena before…

“Nah, these look like dumpster rejects.”

INFERNO: This week we take on the unbrilliant not so groovy Young Lions.

SHOE: Young Limas.

VINCENT BLACK: Leons.

GAN!: Yeah, those cats.

Bubba and Vincent chuckle.

SHOE: As we’ve said Mormon boy and Kilt guy, you’ve seen what we did to these two right here beside us.

Bubba J and Vincent rub their still fresh looking wounds.

INFERNO: We like these cats, these dudes are the only cats close to the awesomeness level that is Great Alaskan Ninja.

SHOE: We have such enormous amounts of distain for the revolting flesh that you call faces that we will use Mercury filled light bulbs to make your mamas
cry.

INFERNO: And Mormon Boy’s three thousand one hundred sixty-seven and a half brides to cry at your appearance.

SHOE: A half?

INFERNO: She was a midget named Bridget.

SHOE: Rock and Roll my friend, those midgets don’t even have to bend…

Inferno interrupts Shoe’s spiel.

INFERNO: Anyways groovy ladies watching in the bars, only the strippingest ladies the fat cows watching need to enjoy the lovely multiple flavors of Slimfast
at your earliest convenience. We are here if you ever need to get things off your chest mainly shirts but then again I probably make your horny don’t I?
Vincent takes the mic.

VINCENT BLACK: Guys…

Inferno and Shoe nod, they know they’ve gotten off track.

INFERNO: Sorry my good fellow, had to make arrangements you know. Young Lions, I mean Leons, however you got the shot doesn’t matter.

SHOE: But all can do is try and at the end of the night and for the rest of your pitiful lives that is exactly what you will keep doing. You know you suck,
everyone else out here knows you suck, why even bother coming down to the ring.

INFERNO: Just walk from out back, bow down before the Almighty Inferno and Shoe and say, plead, and beg for forgiveness.

SHOE: Do it early enough, we might just forgive your lackluster attempt at frightening us.

Vincent grabs the mic now.

VINCENT BLACK: Krewneck and Zellor, I’ve got two friends in the back with your names already engraved into the handle and metal. They will be at ringside
for our match they might just get involved with the outcome. Make it easy on yourself and I just might, doubt it though, go easy on your pitiful existence
that you call careers. Face it Krezick, you’ve been beatdown enough the past month or so, do you really want that face arranged one more time? Do you want
it so messed up that even the number one plastic surgeon throws his hands up in the air in frustration? Zellor, what is there to say to you? Not much that
hasn’t been said, you will be tougher, but as for ugliness, you and Krawzeck run a close race. I’m sorry to say, but your night ends after our match. Go
directly back to the airport, do not pass go and do not collect two hundred dollars.

BUBBA: We ain’t playing Monopoly just yet, but after tonight, Extreme Elite will have a monopoly on the REBEL Pro belts. Ladies and Gentlemen, may I draw
your attention to the ring. In case you are some sort of retarded reject, judging by the crowd we’ve lost their attention about thirty seconds after we
came out. Anyways in this very ring, we have the REBEL Tag Team Champs after tonight they will still be your tag champs. Beside me is Vincent Black, your
next Carolinas champion, love him or hate him, you will respect him.

A beer bottle sails through the air landing at Bubba’s feet. Bending down, he realizes it is half empty or half full, either way it has beer in it. He gulps
it down, grimacing at the taste.

BUBBA: Not only is the talent around this joint half par, but this tastes like shit.

Looking at the bottle, he reads Corona Extra.

BUBBA: What in the hell is this shit? Whoever threw it you did a good thing, bet you thought it was nasty as hell too. Anyways right before you is me, Bubba
J, your next World Heavyweight Champion. Boo me all you want you damn stupid sumbitches. But when you come in to arenas around here and see that belt around
my waist, I’ll get my revenge. Cause once it goes around, it ain’t coming off.

They all climb up the four corner turnbuckles, Vincent with the mic.

VINCENT BLACK: Before you is the Elite of REBEL, the four corners that hold up this organization.

Each of the other men pull out a live mic from somewhere, in unison they say.

“There ain’t a damn thing that any of you in the back can do about it!”

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Mikey Massacre walks out to the stage as the crowd erupts in cheers. No music plays, but he takes a second at the stage to admire his Christmas tree. He
has his ring gear on, and is wearing a REBEL shirt. He smirks as he begins his walk down the ramp, Carolinas Championship draped across his shoulder.

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the Carolinas Champion…MIKEY MASSACRE!

Massacre tags some of the fan’s hands as he passes by, making his way over to the announcer’s table. He sets the belt up on the table and sits down next
to Martinez, putting on a headset.

ROB MARTINEZ: Welcome Champ. It’ll be my pleasure to call this match with you.

MIKEY MASSACRE: This is going to be fun. Working with a pro like you, being amongst these great fans, and seeing three men beat the hell outta one another.
“Carbomb” by The Acacia Strain rips throughout the arena as the crowd overwhelms the song with boos. Vincent Black steps out to the stage with a confident
look on his face. He looks over at Mikey’s Christmas tree and shakes his head in disgust. Black makes his way down the entrance ramp.

JENNY JERSEY: The following contest is a three way qualifier match where the winner will go on to face Mikey Massacre for the Carolinas Championship later
tonight! Introducing first, from Glens Falls, New York! Weighing in at three hundred forty-one pounds…VINCENT BLACK!

ROB MARTINEZ: Here comes one half of the Best of the Best Tag Tournament winners. As part of Hardcore Entertainment, Vincent Black has definitely left his
mark on REBEL.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Yeah, and he is a big damn douche bag too. Guy walks around like his shit don’t stink, cause he hangs out with Bubba and the Ninjas! He
thinks he is SO much better than everyone. Tonight, he gets to prove it.

The crowd continues to boo as Black makes his way up the steps and to the apron. He looks over at Massacre and smiles, pointing to the championship, signifying
that he will have it at the end of the night. Black steps in to the ring and taunts the crowd as his music fades out.

“Connection” by Elastica hits the arena as the crowd erupts in cheers. Stone Zellor steps out to the stage, absorbing the crowd’s love for him. He makes
his way down the ramp, tagging fan’s hands as he passes by.

JENNY JERSEY: Making his way to the ring…from Staten Island, New York! Weighing in at one hundred seventy-eight pounds…STONE ZELLOR!

ROB MARTINEZ: This man has been a gold magnet in the past. A former NAPW Heritage Champ, former NAPW Tag Champ and a Three time REBEL World Tag Team Champion.
Also holds the unofficial PIMP Championship.

MIKEY MASSACRE: His credentials are impressive, but you gotta question the mans integrity after what he did last week in Canada. The crowd here don’t really
care what he did in Canada, but me.. I see him different now. But, you can’t question the mans lust for gold, or his passion. You gotta give the devil
his due in the talent department too.. he has mad skills.

Zellor continues his walk down the ramp, taunts the crowd, who pops in cheers. Then slides in to the ring as his music fades out.

“The Way Of The Fist” by Five Finger Death Punch hits the arena, but is instantly drowned out by the crowd’s cheers. Billy Kryenik steps out to the stage
wearing a faded pair of blue jeans, black work boots, and the mask to cover his burns. He looks over at Mikey’s Christmas tree before making his way down
the ramp…but he hesitates. He walks over to Mikey’s Christmas tree, and begins to inspect it. Black, Zellor, Massacre, Martinez, everybody looks confused
as they watch Billy. Billy looks at the tree again for a second, and shrugs as he begins to walk away. An army of midgets dressed as elves come rushing
out from under the tree, each equipped with a sack full of coal. They attack Billy, bringing him down to one knee and in a defensive position before he
realizes that they’re midgets. Security rushes out to stop the elves, but before they can round all of them up, Billy drills one perfectly with a boot
right to the nose, busting the elf open and knocking him out. A security member picks up the knocked out elf as Billy grabs the sack of coal. He punt kicks
it back towards the entrance area, then continues his walk down the ramp, feeling the effects of the midget’s attack.

JENNY JERSEY: On his way to the ring…hailing from Windsor, Ontario! Weighing in at two hundred thirty-eight pounds…”SICK” BILLY KRYENIK!

Billy continues his walk down the ramp, still unable to hear his own music over the crowd’s cheers. He slowly slides under the bottom rope, holding his
ribs after the attack. He gets back to his feet as the music fades out.

MIKEY MASSACRE: I don’t like that at all. Rex demanded no more attacks, and we have Elves attacking people. This smells awfully fishy to me.

ROB MARTINEZ: Billy is a former NAPW Tag Champion and a former Canada Cup Tournament winner. He has to be off his game a bit, and even slightly injured
after that incident though.

Alan Stone calls for the opening bell, and a brawl instantly ensues. All three men attack at random swinging violent rights at each other. Zellor with a
right to Black, as Kryenik delivers a right to Zellor! Black with a hard right to Kryenik! Zellor boots Kryenik in the gut as Black shoves Zellor away
from him! Black rushes at Zellor for a lariat, but Zellor ducks under…dropkick from behind by Zellor! Zellor turns back towards Kryenik…Hot Salvation…but
Zellor catches the foot! Kryenik swings the other leg up, enziguri! Black is on all fours about to get up, and Kryenik quickly mounts Black, swinging hard
lefts and rights to Black’s face from behind! Black swings up an elbow, connecting with Kryenik’s jaw, and Kryenik stumbles back. Black returns to his
feet with an irate look on his face…big boot on Kryenik! Zellor gets back up and is instantly met with a double choke grip from Black. Black elevates
Zellor…but Zellor boots him in the gut…DDT counter! Kryenik makes his way back to his feet, but is instantly booted by Zellor. Zellor with a front
face lock…and he hooks the leg looking for the Stone’s Throw! Black is back up and grabs Zellor with a rear waist lock as Zellor as Kryenik elevated…German
suplex on Zellor as he hits Kryenik with the Stone’s Throw! Zellor and Kryenik both roll to the outside as the crowd erupts in boos!

ROB MARTINEZ: What a combination of moves! I’ve never seen a German Suplex- Stone’s Throw Combo. This match is an all out war!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Damn man, these three are going for broke. I have never favorite here, I just hope the winner is actually able to face me later.

Black climbs out of the ring as Zellor crawls towards the apron. Black grabs Zellor by the waist to lift him up, but Zellor has found a chair under the
ring…CRACK! Zellor with a huge chair shot to Black’s skull! Black stumbles back, and Zellor tosses him the chair. Black catches it…dropkick in to the
chair, and Black falls back, flipping over the guardrail and in to the crowd! Kryenik slides in to the ring as Zellor grabs the chair. Zellor nears the
apron with the chair…baseball slide by Kryenik, sending the chair in to Zellor’s face! Kryenik quickly climbs out of the ring and picks Zellor up. He
rolls Zellor in to the ring and grabs the chair as Black uses the guardrail to pull himself back up. CRACK! Kryenik drills Black hard in the skull with
the chair, forcing the big man to the floor, still in the crowd! Kryenik drops the chair and slides back in to the ring.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Black will damn sure remember this night… well, if he doesn’t suffer a “Black Out”.

ROB MARTINEZ: (sarcastically) REBEL is no place for puns Mr. Massacre!

MIKEY MASSACRE: (with double sarcasm) Why not? They named the event after me!

Kryenik waits for Zellor to get back up. Boot to Zellor’s gut, and Kryenik quickly applies the double underhook! Zellor quickly uses all of his strength
to force Kryenik back first in to the corner, forcing Kryenik to release Zellor’s arms. Zellor with a discus clothesline, but Kryenik ducks it…spike
DDT by Kryenik! And he makes the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THR…NO!

Zellor gets the shoulder up! The crowd erupts in cheers for Zellor and Kryenik. Kryenik stalks Zellor, waiting for him to return to his feet, not knowing
that Black has made his way back in to the ring, sledgehammer in hand! Black spins Kryenik around…hammer to the gut! Kryenik folds over and falls to
the mat! Zellor slowly makes his way to his feet as Black readies to crack him in the skull with the hammer! Zellor is up, and Black comes at him with
the hammer…but Zellor ducks under! Zellor with a kick to the groin from behind and Black drops the hammer as he folds over in pain! Zellor quickly picks
up the hammer…Russian legsweep on Black, using the hammer for assistance! Zellor quickly covers Black!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

Black kicks out!

ROB MARTINEZ: Some great innovation here tonight! These three men are putting on a Hardcore Classic.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Looks like we have company.

Zellor slides out of the ring and makes his way to the announcer’s table. He grabs the ring bell and slides back in to the ring. Black gets to his feet,
and he’s met with a shot from the ring bell to the skull! Kryenik gets back to his feet as Zellor comes at him with the ring bell, but Kryenik delivers
a vicious knee lift! Then a hard right to Zellor’s gut. Kryenik with the double underhook as Zellor drops the bell…THE DRY LAKE ON TO THE RING BELL!!!
And Zellor is busted open! Kryenik crawls for the cover, but exhaustion has gotten to him. He slowly crawls…and he finally has the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

Black breaks up the pinfall just before the three count!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Stone Zellor has to be in a world of pain. A move like that, on a bell… it’s not something I’d try for less than ten bucks.

Kryenik gets back to his feet…hard right to Black! And Black retaliates with a hard right of his own! Another right from Kryenik…and another right from
Black! Kryenik with a dropkick to the knee, sending Black down to one knee! Kryenik hits the far ropes and comes at Black with a lariat…but Black with
a throat grip off the rebound! Black returns to his feet and elevates Kryenik! He carries Kryenik over to the ropes…Kryenik breaks the grip and falls,
grabbing Black by the head…stun gun on the top rope as Kryenik falls to the outside! Black stumbles back and turns around as Zellor gets back up. Zellor
with a boot to Black’s gut…Zellorification! Alan Stone checks on Black as Zellor applies more pressure! Zellor is trying desperately to hold the grapevine
leglock around the big man as Kryenik uses the apron to get back to his feet! Stone checks on Black again, but Black is still hanging on! Kryenik climbs
to the top rope. He dives off…THE EXPLODER WHALE! But Zellor still has the submission locked on! Kryenik runs at Zellor…punt kick to the skull, and
Zellor finally releases the hold! Black rolls off of Zellor in pain as Kryenik makes the cover on Zellor!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

Zellor gets the shoulder up!

ROB MARTINEZ: These men are hellbent on punishing each other at the full extent of the REBEL law. Quite a scene here in the REBEL Arena.

MIKEY MASSACRE: We got some of the crowd chanting for Stone, some of the crowd chanting for Billy, and all of the crowd wanting Black to be embarrassed.
Kryenik picks up Zellor as Black rolls out of the ring. Kryenik whips Zellor in to the far ropes…waits for the rebound…HOT SALVATION…but Zellor ducks
it! Kryenik turns to Zellor…backhand slap, followed by the discus clothesline! Both Zellor and Kryenik are down, as Black looks under the ring. Black
slides an assortment of weapons in to the ring…a garbage can, kendo sticks, and a wrench. He makes his way over to the ring steps, pulling the top half
up and sliding them in to the ring. Black slides in as well, and quickly grabs a kendo stick. Zellor slowly gets back up…THWACK! Kendo stick to the skull!
Kryenik makes his way back to his feet, and he too is met with the kendo stick to the skull, cracking the stick in half! Black tosses the stick down and
reaches for the wrench. Before he actually grabs it, a smirk comes to his face. The crowd deafens the arena with boos as Black slides back out of the ring.
He reaches under the apron again, this time pulling out a table! He slides the table in to the ring and again looks under the apron…for a second table!
He slides the second table in to the ring and hesitates as he looks around at the crowd. He smiles again as he makes his way to the guardrail. He grabs
a bottle of beer from one of the fans in the front row. Black slides back in to the ring as Kryenik uses the ropes to pull himself up, still feeling the
effects of the midgets from earlier! Kryenik is to his feet…CRACK! And he falls back to the mat, blood soaking through the mask after a vicious bottle
shot to the skull from Black! Black tosses the remainder of the bottle to the outside. He grabs one of the tables and begins to set it up.

MIKEY MASSACRE: This is my kind of match here. I’m itching to get in and hurt someone too.

ROB MARTINEZ: Take it easy, you’ll have your chance later.

Black positions the table near the corner, placing the garbage can on top of it as Zellor stumbles back to his feet, face covered in his own blood. Black
grabs Zellor and drags him to the corner. Black lifts Zellor, positioning him on the top rope, sitting, facing the crowd. Black steps out to the apron
and climbs to the top rope! He grabs Zellor, brings him in position for a powerbomb…but Zellor with a hard right…and a second! And Zellor falls back,
holding Black’s head, and using his momentum…SITDOWN FACEBUSTER THROUGH THE TABLE! All three men are down as the crowd begins to chant “REBEL, REBEL”!
Stone checks on Kryenik who is holding his left eye. Referee Alan Stone waves for the EMTs to come out, but before they can make it to the ring, Kryenik
is back to his feet with the wrench in his hand. He uncovers his eye to show a small shard of glass sticking out of his mask just above his eye. Kryenik
pulls the glass out and falls to one knee as Zellor returns to his feet. Zellor leans against the ropes and starts to make his way to Kryenik. Kryenik
turns to Zellor…WACK! Zellor is drilled hard in the skull with the wrench and falls between the ropes to the outside!

MIKEY MASSACRE: That’s some sick shit there. Billy is living up to his name.

ROB MARTINEZ: Only the first match of the night.. but what the hell… LET REBEL REIGN!

Kryenik rolls Black over and brings the wrench down repetitively in to Black’s forehead! He busts Black open, but Black is able to push Kryenik off of him.
Black slowly gets to his feet but is met with a hard knee lift from Kryenik…and a second! Kryenik with hard body shots, and another knee lift! Kryenik
backs off…HOT SALVATION…and Black falls back in to the ropes! He comes forward…Kryenik with a boot to the got…double underhook…THE DRY LAKE!
Both men are down as Zellor pulls himself up using the apron. He climbs up on to the apron, and to the top rope…diving headbutt on Kryenik! Zellor makes
the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THR…NO!

Kryenik gets his shoulder up! Zellor slowly gets back up. He grabs the other table and sets it up, right in the center of the ring. He turns around to see
Kryenik getting to his feet, and Zellor locks in the Zellorification! Stone checks on Kryenik as Black tries to uses the ropes to pull himself back up.
Black grabs the ring bell as Kryenik looks ready to tap! Kryenik’s hand is in the air… Alan Stone is getting ready to call for the bell! CRACK! Black
drills Zellor with the bell! Zellor releases the hold as Kryenik rolls off. Black tosses the bell to the outside as the crowd again shows their hatred
for him, resounding in boos! Black picks Kryenik back up and whips him hard in to the corner. Black follows in…big splash! Black hits the far ropes as
Kryenik stumbles out. Black comes at Kryenik, but Kryenik drops down catching Black with a drop toe hold, planting Black chest first on the middle rope!
Kryenik climbs out to the apron…runs the apron…legdrop across the back of Black’s neck! Black falls back in to the ring as Kryenik slides back in.
He makes the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

Black rolls the shoulder just before the three count!

ROB MARTINEZ: This match is just brutal. When will it end?

Kryenik can’t believe it. He gets back to his feet and picks up Zellor. He pulls Zellor to the center of the ring, but Zellor is able to boot him in the
gut…bridging fisherman’s suplex!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

Kryenik kicks out! Kryenik gets back up, as does Zellor. Kryenik swings with a right, but Zellor ducks it. Kryenik turns back to Zellor, also ducking a
right from Zellor! He reaches around Zellor, grabbing the wrists. Kryenik straight jacket’s him, and falls to a sitdown position! Kryenik reaches forward,
grabbing the legs for a pin!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

Black from out of nowhere breaks up the three count! Kryenik gets back to his feet and delivers hard right after hard right to Black! Kryenik hits the far
ropes. He returns to jump at Black with a forearm, but Black catches him with a double choke grip…CHOKEBOMB ON TO THE RING STEPS! Black picks up Zellor
and grabs him with the double choke grip! He lifts Zellor up and brings him to the table, but Zellor struggles and begins to flip over Black! NO! Zellor
hooks the double underhook and uses his momentum to perform a sunset flip, still holding the underhook! Stone attempts to make the count, but Zellor rolls
back, forcing Black in a sitting position, and Zellor grapevines the legs for the Zellorification! The crowd erupts in cheers as Zellor applies more pressure!
Alan Stone checks on Black who appears to be almost out of it! Kryenik slowly gets up. He rushes over to Zellor and kicks him off of Black just before
Black passes out! Black rolls out to the floor as Zellor returns to his feet. Kryenik and Zellor exchange rights, both connecting! Kryenik hits the ropes.
He returns, leaps at Zellor, but Zellor launches him over the top rope…and Kryenik with a senton flip on to Black who was just getting back up! The crowd
erupts in frantic cheers for Kryenik as he slowly gets up and shows his appreciation to the crowd. He turns back to the apron to see Zellor diving off
at him, but he catches Zellor…and he rams him back first in to the apron!

Kryenik rolls Zellor back in to the ring and quickly follows in. He stalks Zellor, waiting for him to get back up. Black slowly pulls himself up using the
guardrail on the outside as Zellor slowly gets back up in the ring. Kryenik boots Zellor in the gut as Black slides back in to the ring! Kryenik lifts
Zellor…brainbuster! The crowd continues their cheers as Kryenik notices Black. He rushes at Black and drills him with a knee lift…and a second! Kryenik
with a series of body blows! Another knee lift! More body blows! And Kryenik hooks the arms! He’s looking for The Dry Lake! Black breaks the double underhook…and
he drills Kryenik with a sitdown spinebuster! Black goes for the cover but suddenly hesitates as he looks over at the set up table. He smirks as he drags
the table near the corner. He grabs Kryenik with one hand around the skull and drags him over towards the table. He picks Kryenik back up and lays him
on the table!

ROB MARTINEZ: This doesn’t look good for anyone.

Black climbs out to the apron and slowly makes his way to the top rope. He tries to hold his balance as Zellor slowly gets back up. Zellor rushes to the
corner and drills Black with a hard forearm, forcing him to a sitdown position! Zellor climbs up and nails Black with another series of forearms before
applying a front face lock! Zellor tries to fall back, but Black holds the ropes! Zellor uses all of his strength, but Black continues to hold the ropes!
Black hits Zellor hard in the kidney with a right hand, forcing Zellor to release the face lock! Black stands on the top rope and grabs Zellor in a powerbomb
position! He lifts Zellor up, but Zellor struggles, hitting Black with a right…and another! Black staggers…but he regains composure…THE NEW HOPE
ON TO KRYENIK THROUGH THE TABLE! Black falls back to the mat and slowly tries to make his way over to make the cover! He crawls, and he gets an arm across
both Zellor and Kryenik!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Alan Stone calls for the bell, which is in the ring. Black rolls to the outside falling to the floor.

JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner, and the new number one contender for the Carolinas Championship…VINCENT BLACK!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Well, Black showed some toughness. Now, later.. we’ll see if he has any BALLS!

Black uses the apron to pull himself back up and grabs the bag he brought to the ring. He pulls out a flare gun and slides back in to the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: What the hell… someone get security out here… he can’t do that to a human being!

Alan Stone signals for security as Black lifts Kryenik to a sitting position. He aims the gun at Kryenik’s head as security rushes out. Black pulls the
trigger, but instead of a flare, a flag pops out that has “BANG!” written on it! Security stops as Black drops the gun and again rolls to the outside.
He makes his way over to the announcer’s table and points to the Carolinas Championship sitting in front of Mikey Massacre. He signals to Mikey that he
will win the championship as the crowd erupts in boos. Black smiles as he makes his way to the back. EMT rush out to check on both Zellor and Kryenik.
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JENNY JERSEY: Our next match is for the REBEL WORLD TAG TEAM TITLES! First, the challengers. Weighing in at a combined three-hundred and ninety-five pounds,
led to the ring by Ravanger, Flippy McHighSpot and Johnny the Mormon Love Machine… the YOUNG LEONS!

The fans pop big time as the trio emerge to “They Came In” by the Butthole Surfers. They soak up the cheers of the fans, who are eager to see SOMEONE kick
the Extreme Elite’s ass! They nod at the Japanese man and his Mad Monks at ringside, then enter the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: I really hope those men out there don’t interfere. We lost one match last month because of shenanigans, and the REBEL fans deserve better
than that. The Young Leons do as well.

JENNY JERSEY: Now, their opponents, the reigning REBEL WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS! Weighing in at a combined five-hundred and seven pounds, from the Extreme
Elite, they are Shoe and Inferno… THE GREAT ALASKAN NINJAS!

ROB MARTINEZ: Vincent Black has already made it to the Carolinas title match, just minutes ago defeating Billy and Stone. Will the Extreme Elite’s luck
run out? Or is this just the beginning?

The place erupts in hysterical booing and hissing. “Highway to Hell” comes over the speakers as Shoe and Inferno, belts around their waist, proceed slowly
to ringside, mocking the fans as they descend down the aisle. Inferno takes a sign that says “EXTREME ASSHOLES” away from a fan, takes out a book of matches,
and lights the sign on fire! Laughing, he drops it to the ground and continues on his way.

ROB MARTINEZ: The Ninjas have suffered only ONE loss in REBEL, and it was to their stablemates. Who knows who can beat these two, super experienced wrestlers.
The Young Leons will try their best.

After some debate, the Ninjas allow the timekeeper to hold onto their belts. They enter the ring. The bell rings! Inferno, laughing hysterically for no
obvious reason, runs at Johnny and hits him with a Thesz press. They’re rolling around, exchanging punches. Flippy and Shoe tie-up. Flippy with a waistlock
takedown, rolls on top of Shoe, trying to half nelson him over. Inferno on top of Johnny, laying into him, gets off of him and BOOTS the side of Flippy’s
face! So much for mat technicality! Inferno tosses Flippy over the top-rope, but Flippy lands on his feet and trips the champ. And pulls him to the outside,
where they begin brawling at ringside!

ROB MARTINEZ: This match is going outside already. Another hardcore encounter after that bloodbath of an opener.

Shoe to his feet, grabs the rising Johnny, going for the RockStar! But it’s way too early for that. Johnny elbows his way out of it, off of the ropes, cross
body block, caught by Shoe! Shoe puts him up for a DVD but Johnny elbows out of it. Johnny goes through the ropes… springboard dropkick, but on one’s home!
Shoe moved out of the way, now he’s delivering kicks to the fallen Leon!

ROB MARTINEZ: The Ninjas are in control right now, but will it remain that way?

On the outside, Flippy just used a running clothesline to send Inferno over the guard rail! He stops to talk to Ravanger for a moment. Ravanger giving him
some advice. But it’s just enough time for Inferno to grab a steel chair, jump onto the rail and bring the chair down on Flippy’s skull!

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

ROB MARTINEZ: A vicious shot from Inferno. That was just sick.

Inferno grabs a table from under the ring and is setting it up. Ravanger trying to help Flippy to his feet, but he’s grabbing his head, clearly in a lot
of pain. Inferno goes over to them, grabs Ravanger’s cane! He brings it down on the back of Flippy but the small Leon moves out of the way! It hits the
rail, stunning Inferno for a moment, just enough time for him to grab the steel chair! Inferno swings it again but Flippy blocks it with the chair, which
falls to the ground. Inferno lifts the cane again, but Ravanger grabs the cane from Inferno! And waddles away as quickly as he can. Inferno turns around
to meet a kick from Flippy. Flippy whips him into the side of the ring, then rolls him back in.

Shoe has Johnny in the corner and is delivering mean boots to his midsection. Inferno and Flippy are to their feet, they lock-up. Flippy with a single-leg
takedown. Which he turns into a leglock. Inferno is laughing… as if he enjoys it! Flippy really wrenching it, but seeing Johnny getting pulverized across
the ring, he lets go. Inferno is tending to his leg as Flippy marches across the ring. He kicks Shoe in the back of the knee, then gets him in an arm hook
sleeper! Shoe kicking violently, trying to get out of it, but to no avail. Johnny uses the ropes to pull himself up, thankful for the chance to get his
bearings back. But that chance doesn’t last very long as Inferno is back to his feet and charging across the ring. But Johnny is so damn quick! He’s up
on the ropes… springboard dropkick to the charging Inferno!

ROB MARTINEZ: Johnny is going full throttle at the Champs.

Shoe’s struggling against the arm hook sleeper as led him and Flippy across the ring. But finally he has stopped flailing. The ref raises his arm once!
Twice! Thr—no! He’s struggling again! Here comes Johnny. Flippy lets go of Shoe, who stumbles forward, clutching his throat. Johnny with a dropkick! Shoe
falls right into a waistlock by Flippy… release German suplex over the top-rope THROUGH THE TABLE AT RINGSIDE! LE-ONS! LE-ONS! LE-ONS! LE-ONS! HOLY SHIT!
HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

He landed SQUARE ON HIS HEAD! Inferno is up. He looks PISSED! He charges at Johnny who ducks a clothesline. Johnny with a dropkick to the back of Inferno’s
knee and he falls! Johnny with a back senton! Here comes Flippy… he’s putting Inferno in a high angle Boston Crab as Johnny goes up top! It’s time for
Lion Mauling! And Shoe can’t prevent it because he might be dead… and the rest of the E.E. can’t interfere because if they do, they’re FIRED! He has it
locked in! Johnny is about to jump!

ROB MARTINEZ: Shoe is out cold, this might be a handicap match from here on out.

LE-ONS! LE-ONS! LE-ONS! LE-ONS!

Johnny jumps! HOLY SHIT! Inferno crawls away just in time for Johnny’s KNEE to hit FLIPPY!

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Inferno slowly getting to his feet as Johnny begins apologizing to Flippy, trying to see if he is okay. Flippy waves him off, saying he’s alright, but to
take care of Inferno. Johnny walks over to Inferno who surprises him with a low blow! ANOTHER! Inferno stands up… swinging neckbreaker! And now he’s laughing
maniacally as he stomps away on Johnny’s GROIN!

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

ROB MARTINEZ: That is one maniacal beast right there. Inferno will stop at nothing when it comes to his belts.

Inferno approaching Flippy, who is beginning to stand. Kick to the gut and a DDT sends him back down. Now Inferno is going up top… he turns around… BACKDRAFT!
Cover!

One!

Two!

Thr—NO! Johnny able to drop an elbow in the NICK OF TIME!

ROB MARTINEZ: The Ninjas about had it there, but Johnny made the save.

Shoe beginning to come to at ringside. He grabs the steel chair and he’s back in the ring. And he’s READY FOR REVENGE! First Johnny feels the chair! Now
he’s viciously assaulting Flippy with the chair! AGAIN and AGAIN and AGAIN! Flippy is BUSTED OPEN! Shoe throws the chair to his partner. Who is now assaulting
Johnny!

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

The Leons are so bloody that Ravanger is probably bleeding too! Inferno holds up the chair and smiles.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!

ROB MARTINEZ: What a damn assault with that chair. Those men might be dead. This show is getting sicker by the match. Atleast El Rey versus Zeke is next.
Shoe picks up the crimson Flippy and holds him while Inferno hits him AGAIN! And AGAIN! And AGAIN! And AGAIN! And AGAIN! And AGAIN! And AGAIN!

THAT’S FUCKED UP! THAT’S FUCKED UP! THAT’S FUCKED UP!

And AGAIN! And AGAIN! And AGAIN! And AGAIN! Shoe drops Flippy who crumbles to the mat. Inferno holds up the chair and smiles!

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH—

–only to be interrupted by Johnny who, unbeknownst to the champs, scaled up to the turnbuckle… DOOR TO DOOR TO INFERNO!

The fans pop like CRAZY!

LE-ONS! LE-ONS! LE-ONS! LE-ONS!

ROB MARTINEZ: Johnny is trying to keep his team in the match. Flippy might be dead however.

Johnny quick to his feet, drags Flippy with him outside of the ring. It’s time to regroup! Shoe checking on Inferno, cursing the Leons, Flippy, arguably
conscious, lays down against the guard rail as Ravanger checks on him. Johnny points to the crowd, says something about God, then runs into the ring. He’s
PUMPED UP! Shoe has the chair now and swings it at Johnny who ducks it. Johnny off of the ropes… cross body block to Shoe! Johnny right back to his feet.
Going up top! The chair is on the chest of Shoe as Johnny delivers a beautiful SENTON! Inferno slowly getting to his feet… walks right into Johnny’s Mormon
Backpack Lungblower! THAT’S GOTTA BE IT! Cover!

ROB MARTINEZ: NEW CHAMPIONS!

One!

Two!

Three!

No! No! Inferno manages to get his foot on the bottom rope at the LAST POSSIBLE SECOND!

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Johnny doesn’t waste a second. He grabs Shoe by his head and he’s bringing him UP TOP! What could this be? Shit! We won’t get to find out because Shoe is
fighting back, delivering lefts and rights! He hoists Johnny up on his shoulders! DVD FROM THE TOP ROPE! HOLY SHIT!

Cover!

One!

Two!

Three—NO! JOHNNY KICKS OUT! Shoe can’t believe it, arguing with Dale MacDonald! Inferno is getting to his feet. He has an idea!

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Shoe holds the chair on Johnny’s head as Inferno climbs up top! Diving headbutt TO THE CHAIR! Cover!

One! Two! Thr—NO! NO! BROKEN UP BY FLIPPY WHO DID SOME SORT OF JUMP OFF THE TOP ROPE! MY GOD! HE FORGOT ABOUT HIS FEAR OF HEIGHTS TO SAVE HIS TAG TEAM PARTNER!
HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

ROB MARTINEZ: That was incredible. These two teams are throwing caution to the wind right now.

Shoe is the only one with his shit together. Flippy is hyper-ventilating. And the headbutt knocked both Johnny and Inferno out! So what does Shoe do? He
drags Johnny into the middle of the ring. THE OTHER FOOT! And a cover!

One!

Two!

Thr—NO! Johnny kicks out!

Shoe is flipping out! He picks up Flippy, goes for the Rockstar! But Flippy elbows out of it. AND GIVES SHOE A ROCKSTAR OF HIS OWN!

FLIPPY! FLIPPY! FLIPPY! FLIPPY!

Inferno getting to his feet… FLIPPY WITH ANOTHER ROCKSTAR!

Flippy helps Johnny to his feet. Flippy picks up Shoe for a piledriver while Johnny goes up top woozily. Spike piledriver to Shoe! Now Flippy is picking
up Inferno for a powerbomb… AIDED BY JOHNNY! THE GREAT ALASKAN NINJAS ARE OUT!

ROB MARTINEZ: All they gotta do is pin them. It’s over, new champions… My watched just chimed. It’s eight o’clock here on the east coast. Wait…

“Thunderstruck” cues up on the speakers. From the curtain emerges a large masked men and five young boys with “THUNDERBUG DOJO” on their t-shirts. Some
of the fans remember the man as “Thunderbug” apparently as we here the fans chat among themselves. As the Young Leons look on, the Mad Monks from ringside
jump over the guard rail. They run into the ring! One attacks Flippy but he has momentum on his side. He ducks his clothesline and dropkicks him to the
ground. The second Monk charges Johnny who blocks a punch, knees him in the gut, then clotheslines over the top-rope. Johnny throws the Monk to the outside
while Flippy does the same to the other. The Leons look confused. Meanwhile, Inferno and Shoe have taken the opportunity to roll to the outside, where
they are trying to recover.

ROB MARTINEZ: Them damn Monks, trying to ruin this wrestling classic!

Thunderbug, the Mad Monks and the boys gather at the curtains and watch as Johnny bounces off of the ropes and goes for a suicide dive onto the Ninjas…
but the Ninjas move out of the way JUST IN TIME! The champs grab a sheet of glass from under the ring, slide it in, then enter under the bottom rope. Flippy
is immediately on the attack, knowing full well what they intend to do with the glass! He is delivering forearm shots to the back of Inferno, but Shoe
pulls him off and punches him! Again! He whips Flippy off of the ropes. Shoe and Inferno pick up the sheet of glass and charge forward just as Flippy unwillingly
bounces off of the ropes RIGHT THROUGH THE GLASS!

ROB MARTINEZ: THAT WAS GRUESOME. MY GOD, SOMEONE GET OUT HERE!

HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Flippy, who has already lost a GOD AWFUL amount of blood, is now lying lifeless on the MAT! Now Shoe is going to deliver the other foot even though it is
ABSOLUTELY CEREMONIAL! Cover!

One!

Two!

Three!

JENNY JERSEY: And your winners, and STILL REBEL WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS… THE GREAT ALASKAN NINJAS!

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

ROB MARTINEZ: Step two for the Extreme Elite is complete. How far will these guys go to gather all the gold?

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JENNY JERSEY: The following match is scheduled for one fall!

“Baila Cassanova” plays, and a familiar (masked) face makes his way to ringside.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, from Villahermosa, Tobasco, Mexico! He weighs two hundred and forty five pounds. Accompanied by Montaña Rose, he is a former
REBEL World Tag Team Champion… EL REY DE CORAZONES!

ROB MARTINEZ: El Rey hasn’t quite had the singles success that Zeke has enjoyed since they stopped teaming back in the Summer. El Rey had a rough Thanksgiving,
and hopes tonight will be a reversal of the his luck so to speak.

El Rey has roses for the ladies at ringside, and the fans give a good pop to the superstar. And they cheer again when “The Beverly Hillbillies” Theme takes
over the speakers.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent! From Turkey Cross, Kentucky, he weighs two hundred and sixty three pounds, and is also a former REBEL World Tag Team Champion:
CUZIN ZEKE!

ROB MARTINEZ: Zeke was one win away from being on the “List”. Now he finds himself needing to start a new winning streak in hopes of making it on the “List”
in the coming New Year. This should be less hardcore, and definitely have an “old school” feel to it. You also notice a different

pace and tone than the
previous two matches, where hardcore insanity ensued.

Zeke doesn’t have a slop bucket tonight, but is carrying what looks to be an apple pie. He sets it at ringside (with a rather stern order to Rob Martinez
not to touch it until the match is over). He slides to the ring and is greeted with a “redneck soul shake” and a hug from his former tag partner. Referee
Jimmy Johnson calls for the bell and we’re off! ROB MARTINEZ: That pie looks tempting… anyways, big time respect shown already between these two former
partners.

Zeke and El Rey lock up, with Zeke getting the upper hand, getting a headlock. El Rey pushes him to the ropes, then pushes Zeke off. Zeke hits the opposite
ropes, El Rey drops to the mat, Zeke steps over him, hits the ropes, and comes back, El Rey drops down again, but Zeke stops and drops an elbow… El Rey
rolls aside, Zeke gets nothing but canvas! El Rey to the ropes, and he comes back with a standing senton across the torso of Zeke! El Rey covers! One..
two.. Zeke kicks out! El Rey hits the ropes and comes back with a dropkick to the head of Zeke… Zeke moves out of the way, then drops a leg across his
fallen foe, and now he covers! One.. two.. El Rey kicks out! Zeke and Rey both get to their feet. And the fans give them a round of applause. They lock
up again, and El Rey gets a headlock, then takes Zeke down to the mat. Zeke rolls El Rey onto his back for a pin, but only gets one before El Rey shifts
his weight and regains the advantage. Zeke pushes himself to his knees as El Rey tries to keep hold of his opponent. Zeke lifts him up and delivers a back
suplex, and Rey finally lets go of the headlock! Zeke hits the ropes and rebounds with a big splash! He hooks the leg for a cover! One.. two… El Rey
gets a shoulder up!

ROB MARTINEZ: Tons of near falls already as these two are trying to end the match early, possibly to eat some pie?

And now Zeke locks on a headlock, trying to slow his much faster opponent. El Rey grabs the bottom rope, and Zeke lets go immediately. He allows El Rey
to get to his feet, and they lock up again. Zeke gets control and whips El Rey to the ropes. He goes for a clothesline, but it’s ducked, and El Rey comes
back with a perfect Hurrancanrana! Zeke taken down hard, and Rey goes to the second rope, coming off with a well placed elbow drop! He covers! One.. two..
Zeke gets a shoulder up! El Rey trying to wrap Zeke up in an arm trap standing leg lock… has some trouble with the slightly bigger opponent… but he
finally gets it locked in! Zeke is in some pain now as El Rey cinches in the hold. Referee Johnson is there to check for the submission, but Zeke isn’t
going to give up that easy, and he somehow manages to get a foot on the bottom rope. El Rey takes his time releasing the hold (mainly because they’re so
entangled) but takes a step back to allow his opponent to rise to his feet. Zeke goes for the lock up… El Rey dupes him and takes him down with a drop
toe hold! He gets to his feet and drops a big elbow across the back of Zeke, and now he’s hooking th arms, this time going for the Arch Enemy! Zeke is
center ring, and he doesn’t have anywhere to go, and the fans are on their feet, anticipating a tap out!

ROB MARTINEZ: El Rey has locked on a variation of the Cattle Mutilation, a move that Nick Everhardt also incorporates in his repertoire. Regardless of who
else uses the move, Zeke is on the verge of tapping.

El Rey is trying to keep his fingers clasped and the hold locked in, but Zeke is struggling and El Rey can’t quite get the grip he wants. Zeke somehow managing
to pull himself to the ropes as El Rey strains to pull him back towards the center. Zeke is mere inches from getting his foot on the bottom rope! El Rey
still pulling back trying to force the submission…

Zeke gets his foot on the rope! A cheer from the fans who appreciated the effort Zeke went through, so some disappointment for El Rey, who could use a win
in his first match in almost a month. El Rey tries not to get frustrated, and he allows Zeke to his feet… El Rey goes for the Heart Kick… Zeke catches
the foot, then yanks El Rey forward into a bear hug… no, he turns it into a release Belly to Belly suplex! El Rey lands in a heap, and Zeke catches his
breath, unable to capitalize after the punishment he’s taken. He finally crawls over to El Rey and covers him! One.. two.. El Rey kicks out! Zeke hauls
El Rey to his feet and sets him up for a piledriver! He nails it, and goes for another cover! One.. two… El Rey with a foot on the bottom rope! Zeke
looks surprised, but he does not argue. He hauls El Rey up spins him around and locks on a cobra clutch! He has it locked in the center of the ring! El
Rey looks to be done as he can’t break the grip of his former tag partner! Johnson is right there to ensure the hold doesn’t become a choke, but Zeke isn’t
going to pull a fast one here. He wants a win, but a clean one. El Rey reaches out to grab the top rope, but gets pulled back. He surges forward and manages
to get his feet on the turnbuckles, pushes off and lands on top of Zeke! Johnson makes the count! ONE!! TWO!! THR- Zeke lets go of the hold and avoids
getting pinned!

ROB MARTINEZ: An awesome reversal by the Big Lucha Star. Zeke is giving it his all right now.

Both men are to their feet… EL Rey grabs Zeke! Short Arm Knee to the gut… Tango Pasado del Amor!! Zeke planted in the mat!! El Rey is slow to capitalize,
still recovering from the cobra clutch. He decides not to cover, but to finish things off right… El Rey to the top rope!

Top rope suicide frog splash! Zeke rolls out of the way! El Rey is on the mat writhing in pain, and Zeke goes to the ropes now, climbing to the top…

MUD PUDDLE!! He connects, hooking the leg for the cover!

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!

JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner: CUZIN ZEKE!!

The fans give both men a solid ovation, and Zeke helps El Rey to his feet. El Rey is disappointed, but he raises Zeke’s hand, much to the crowds approval.
The two men embrace, and Zeke goes to the commentary table to retrieve the pie he brought, and it looks like the former tag champs are going to share with
some of the fans at ringside…

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JENNY JERSEY: The following match is set for one fall. If Duncan Aries wins, he will be placed on the “List”..

Jimmy Johnson stands in the ring ready for this next contest. ”So Cold” by Breaking Benjamin plays through the arena as from the back walks Blood, his staff
and bone mask in place. He looks around to the crowd and shakes his staff.

JENNY JERSEY: Weighing two hundred and forty-five pounds, he stands at six foot four inches; he hails from Parts Unknown, he is BLOOD!

The crowd is split, half cheering the veteran and the other half booing him; he makes his way to and into the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: Blood made his return last week, blasting Duncan with his infamous staff. Throughout the week, Blood was cleared to wrestle despite mental
issues. He for sure is being watched closely.

Papa’ Roach’s “Getting Away with Murder makes its way through the speakers and from the back walks Duncan Aries to a mixed reaction, much like Blood just
received.

JENNY JERSEY: From San Diego, California he weighs in at two hundred and thirty-eight pounds and he stands at six foot three inches he is “THE SPADE” DUNCAN
ARIES!

ROB MARTINEZ: Duncan Aries is one win away from being the first man on “The List”. He has been on the quiet side leading into this match. Some believe he
is covering up a possible concussion from last week.

DING! DING!

These two go to lock up, Blood with a slobber knocker of a right hand, sending Duncan into the ropes from the middle of the ring. Blood stays on the attack
with a barrage of stiff powerful right hands, stiff hard left hands. Duncan is opened up early beginning to bleed from the mouth after a stiff right handed
uppercut from Blood. Lifting him up powerfully, Duncan is slammed down to the canvas with a tremendous body slam. Duncan bounces on the mat, the impact
jarring his lower back. Standing over his prey, Blood looks down, admiring his handy work so far, he forcefully pulls Duncan to his feet with a boot to
the gut and he follows up with a over the head suplex; Duncan once again bounces up from the impact of the blow. Grabbing Duncan by the scruff of his neck,
Blood Irish whips the staggering Aries into the corner and follows up with a high knee lift, catching Duncan right under the chin.

ROB MARTINEZ: I honestly think Duncan shouldn’t be wrestling. It’s clear he is effected by the shot last show. He isn’t the same man for sure.

Blood begins to stalk Duncan, who is trying valiantly to get to his knees and fight off the rampaging bull that is Blood. Gaining his feet, Duncan faces
Blood, who quickly charges with a devastating clothesline, Duncan ducks under the outstretched arm planting a kick into the back of Blood; who simply turns
around with a look of anger marring his features. Duncan continues with the attack charging at Blood who nails a picture perfect powerslam to the mat.
Blood contemplates going for the cover, but only shakes his head, grinning. Duncan’s back has taken a tremendous amount of suffering in this matchup with
a barrage of power moves that has been focusing on the back. Blood lifts Duncan high up into the air in a reverse gorilla slam, dropping him across his
outstretched knee with gorilla press slam into a backbreaker; Blood holds the back breaker portion on forcing Duncan’s back to bend in the wrong way for
a few seconds longer.

ROB MARTINEZ: This a systematic assault on the lower back of Duncan Aries. Who in REBEL will be able to tame this monster?

Irish whip into the ropes and Duncan’s back smacks into the turnbuckles with force so tremendous the ring shakes from the impact of back meeting turnbuckle
padding. Duncan bounces back out of the corner seemingly to know his fate and just wishing it would be over quickly. Blood charges in to the corner slamming
Duncan back into the corner with another big clothesline, following up with stiff right and left handed fist shots. Duncan is reeling in the corner, his
head bouncing off the metal ringpost with each and every blow; he is bleeding from the mouth and blood is spotted from the back of his head. Stiff forearm
shot followed up by a stiff elbow to the exposed temple of Duncan and now Aries is beginning to bleed from the left side of his face. Duncan is once again
lifted high up into the air in a gorilla press slam position and dropped across the outstretched knee of Blood, this time however, face first. A loud crunching
noise is heard through the arena and Duncan lays on the mat a small pool of blood beginning to surround his face.

ROB MARTINEZ: Someone needs to do something. Duncan was in no shape to fight tonight, and Blood is just toying with him. This is sick!

Jimmy Johnson pleads with Blood to finish this match and Blood seems to agree as he looks down at Duncan Aries. He lifts Duncan up and nails The Suffering
and crawls across the bloody form of Aries, getting some of the man’s blood on himself in the process. Jimmy Johnson slides into position and begins the
count.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING! DING! DING!

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match… BLOOD!

ROB MARTINEZ: That match was rather brutal and totally one sided. One has to wonder what the match would have been like if Blood didn’t attack Aries last
week.

Blood grabs a microphone from Jenny.

BLOOD: Apparently my message never got across to REBEL last week. Mr. Caliber signs me to face the man I attacked last week…and look what happens. Four
months I’ve been out of this ring, and what do I come back to see? There’s no Jake Phoenix. There’s no Paul Jarvis. No Derrick Steele. No Lloyd Rees. Nick
Everhardt is our World Champion. Mikey Massacre has gotten back the Carolinas Championship. Chad Kurtis is battling against the NAPW. And we have this
new group. Four men that like to call themselves the Extreme Elite.

The crowd erupts in boos, both for Blood and the mention of the Extreme Elite.

BLOOD: These men have the chance tonight to capture all of the gold. Whether it happens or not, I can tell all of you people, and all of those in the locker
room one thing for sure…I will not be overshadowed! I will not be overlooked. I have come back to cleanse REBEL of it’s darkness, and I intend to do
so. But if nobody wants to listen to me, maybe they will after I win one of those coveted championships. Three consecutive wins to make the list…here’s
one. Nick, Mikey, Bubba, Vincent, Inferno, Shoe, all of REBEL…I am coming. If you thought that I was out of control before, you haven’t seen anything!
Before, I was following the voices telling me to show no mercy…but now, now I stand alone. I do my own bidding. And I assure you…I will show you no
mercy!

The crowd is still booing as Blood smirks, looking around at the crowd.

BLOOD: No one is safe…

Blood drops the microphone and climbs out of the ring. He makes his way to the back, forced to listen to a symphony of boos. Security follows him closely,
not exactly sure what the man has in mind.

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“All Right Now” by Free hits the arena as the crowd erupts in cheers. Mikey Massacre steps out to the stage with his championship draped across his shoulder
and a microphone in hand.

JENNY JERSEY: The following contest is scheduled for one fall…and it is for the Carolinas Championship! Introducing first, from Albuquerque, New Mexico!
Weighing in at two hundred thirty-five pounds…he is the Carolinas Champion…MIKEY MASSACRE!

ROB MARTINEZ: Mikey got a first hand look at what the massive Vincent Black is capable of. Mikey has beaten men his size, taking everything that J.J. Nickels
threw at him back in May, and beat Nickels for the same Carolinas belt he holds. Can he do it again? He has already seen half of the Extreme Elite keep
there belts, winning in the strangest tag team match in REBEL History. The momentum is building. Two wins for the Elite, zero losses… and what the hell
is Mikey doing?

Mikey smirks as he sets the belt down on the stage. He makes his way over to his Christmas tree.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Hold on a second. Can we cut my music, I have something I need to say.

Mikey’s music cuts out as the fans calm down to hear what Massacre has to say.

MIKEY MASSACRE: As all of you witnessed earlier, Vincent Black won the qualifying match, giving him the right to challenge me for the Carolinas Championship
tonight. But it’s bugging me. The man hates my tree! He thinks it’s all an act! He thinks that I’M all an act! So be it! I’ll show him! I’ll make this
damn match… EVEN!

Mikey grabs a table resting near the stage and sets it up. He hoists his Christmas tree on to the table, and smiles as he looks at his adoring fans. Mikey
grabs one of the presents that was resting under the tree and opens it…a can of gasoline and a book of matches. He pours the gasoline on the tree and
the table. Mikey lights a match, drops it on the tree, and watches as the tree and table burst in to flames. Mikey climbs up scaffolding set up near the
entrance, going higher…and higher. He looks down at the burning tree, looks around at the crowd, and dives off with a frog splash, crashing through the
table and tree! Shards of the table and tree scatter as officials come out to extinguish the fire.

ROB MARTINEZ: WHAT IS HE THINKING? That was just… INSANE. He might have blew the one advantage he had.. he was fresh, now what? Now what kind of shape
will Mikey be in?

Mikey slowly gets back to his feet and grabs his belt as the crowd erupts in deafening cheers. His music hits the arena again as he holds his ribs, gingerly
walking to the ring. He slides under the bottom rope and waits for Black as his music fades out.

“Carbomb” by The Acacia Strain hits the arena as the crowd again erupts in boos for Vincent Black. Black steps out to the stage, this time walking slower
after his brutal match earlier. Bandages can be seen on his head from where he was busted open. He slowly makes his walk down the ramp.

JENNY JERSEY: On his way to the ring, from Glens Falls, New York! Weighing in at three hundred forty-one pounds…VINCENT BLACK!

ROB MARTINEZ: Vincent didn’t see that odd display by the fearless Mikey. Nevertheless, Black defeated Stone Zellor and Billy Kryenik in what might be the
one of the best Three Way Matches, I’ve ever seen. This show has delivered so many different styles, so many different levels of excitement. Now we get
to our second title fight. This is where everything gets left in the ring. Black versus Massacre… Size versus Speed. Hardcore Tendencies versus Suicidal
Habits. If anyone prays out there.. pray for these men. It’s not going to end well.

The crowd continues to boo as Black makes his way up the steps and to the apron. He takes his time climbing in to the ring, as his body appears to still
be sore from earlier. The crowd continues to boo as his music fades out.

Massacre hands Dale McDonald the Carolinas Championship. McDonald raises the belt in the air for the crowd to see. He makes his way to the ropes and hands
the belt to an official on the outside before calling for the opening bell.

As soon as the bell ring, Mikey rushes in with hard rights, trying to take the big man off his feet. Black pushes Mikey away, but Mikey comes right back
at him with hard shots. Black tries blocking the shots, and again pushes Mikey away. Mikey rushes at Black again…big boot…and Mikey is down! Black
picks Mikey up and applies a full nelson! McDonald checks on Mikey, but the Carolinas Champion refuses to give up! Black picks Mikey up, full nelson slam!
He quickly makes the arrogant cover!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

Mikey kicks out!

ROB MARTINEZ: You’re not going to pin Mikey with just that. He has way more heart than that. He is a Champion for a reason. No one gave him the belt, and
he damn sure didn’t buy it. He earned it taking on one of the Best Athletes in the Business, Chad Kurtis.

Black picks Mikey back up and snapmares him to a sitting position. Black delivers a hard shoulder to Mikey’s back…and a second! Black places his knee
in to Mikey’s back and applies a chin lock! McDonald checks on Mikey, but Mikey hangs on. Mikey tries to pry Black’s fingers apart, and finally does. Black
attempts to reapply the chin lock, but is met with a hard back elbow to the face! Mikey returns to his feet, dropkick to Black’s knee! Black falls to one
knee as Mikey drills him hard in the jaw with a knee! Mikey grabs Black’s head…bulldog! The crowd frantically cheers as Mikey slides out of the ring.
He makes his way over to the timekeeper’s table and grabs two steel chairs. He slides the chair in to the ring before looking under the apron. He pulls
out a sack, opens it, and removes a string of Christmas lights! Mikey slides back in to the ring, Christmas lights in hand. Black slowly gets back to his
feet as Mikey picks up a chair. CRACK! Black falls to the mat after a vicious shot from the unforgiving steel! Mikey drops the chair and wraps the string
of lights around Black’s throat. Mikey climbs out to the apron and hops down to the floor, holding the other end of the lights in his hand. He pulls back
on the lights, forcing Black to instantly rise back to his feet, gasping for air as Mikey chokes him!

ROB MARTINEZ: HARDCORE HOLIDAYS FROM REBEL!

Black struggles to loosen the lights around his throat, but slowly begins to fade. McDonald checks on Black, who is almost out. Mikey makes his way back
to the apron as Black is leaned forward. Mikey climbs on to the apron…THWACK! Black drills Mikey with a blind shot from the steel chair! Mikey crashes
to the outside as Black falls to the mat holding his throat! He pulls the lights off from around his throat and slides out after Mikey. Black picks Mikey
up and rams him back first in to the apron! He spins Mikey around…back first in to the guardrail! The crowd erupts in boos as Black elevates Mikey…back
first in to the apron again! Black rolls Mikey in to the ring and quickly follows. He picks Mikey up…pumphandle slam! Black makes the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

Mikey kicks out just before the three count!

ROB MARTINEZ: Black is trying his damndest, but to no avail. Mikey is one resilient bastard, that’s for damn sure.

Black forces Mikey on to his belly. He hammerlocks Mikey’s arm…knee to the back! And a second! He picks Mikey back up…devastating spinebuster! Black
rolls out of the ring rather than going for the cover! He looks under the apron, and he pulls out a table! Black slides the table in to the ring. He follows
in after, and sets the table up in the center of the ring! Black grabs Mikey with a double choke grip, lifting Mikey to his feet. He elevates Mikey in
to the air, bringing him closer to the table…but Mikey counters with a DDT on to the edge of the table! Black stumbles back as his cut from earlier in
the night reopens! Mikey yells to the crowd as he gets to his feet and on top of the table…dropkick to Black, and Black falls through the ropes crashing
to the outside! The crowd goes crazy as Mikey smacks his chest!

ROB MARTINEZ: A bloodied Black is on the outside, as Mikey gains the advantage. But can he capitalize on the open wound on Black?

Mikey repositions the table near the ropes and watches as Black slowly gets back up. Mikey hits the far ropes…rebounds…leaps off the table…flying
cross body on to Black, sending Black back first in to the guardrail! Mikey holds his chest in pain as he slowly gets back to his feet. He picks Black
back up and rolls him in to the ring. Mikey slowly rolls in after Black, but before he can get to his feet, Black catches him with a boot to the gut! Black
picks Mikey back up and sets him in a sitting position facing the crowd on the top rope. Black with a hard forearm to the back! Black grabs the table and
drags it to the corner. He climbs up, grabs Mikey…BACK SUPLEX THROUGH THE TABLE!

ROB MARTINEZ: Not sure who took the worst of that. Both men lay motionless in the ring

Both men are down! Black starts to stir, as he tries to drag himself over to Mikey, but Mikey is rolling towards the ropes! Black reaches out to grab Mikey’s
foot, but Mikey rolls to the outside! Black irately rolls to the outside after Mikey. He picks Mikey up and hits him with a hard right! He pulls Mikey
to the guardrail and smashes his face in to it as the crowd boos. Black uses all of his power on a massive Irish whip, and Mikey smacks face first in to
the ring post, dropping him back to the ground, this time bleeding! Black smirks as he picks Mikey back up, rolls him in to the ring and follows, quickly
making the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THR…NO!

Only a two count!

ROB MARTINEZ: Another near fall, and Black can’t finish Mikey off. What will Black have to do to pin Mikey?

Black argues with the referee, insisting that it should have been a three count! Black picks Mikey up and instantly drops him back to the mat with a bone
crushing backbreaker! Black picks Mikey up again…and again drops him with a backbreaker! Black brings Mikey back to his feet. He lifts Mikey in to the
air and violently rams him back first in to the corner! He elevates Mikey and crashes him back first in to the opposite corner! He lifts Mikey up…spinebuster!
Black again goes for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THR…NO!

Mikey rolls the shoulder! Black can’t believe it! He gets back to his feet and grabs Mikey by the throat with the double choke grip! Black elevates Mikey
high in to the air, choking the life out of him! Mikey struggles to break the grip…CHOKEBOMB! Black again makes the cover, this time hooking the leg!
ROB MARTINEZ: That has to be it, there’s no way Mikey can get out!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

NO!

McDonald waves off the three count as Mikey barely was able to get his shoulder off the mat! Black again argues with McDonald, not believing that Mikey
kicked out! Black picks Mikey back up and positions him for The New Hope! He lifts Mikey up…but Mikey fights back with a series of rights! Mikey falls
behind, and he delivers a neckbreaker to Black! Mikey slowly crawls to the ropes. He uses the ropes to pull himself back to his feet and grabs a steel
chair. Black slowly gets back up…CRACK! A shot to the skull from the chair, but Black is still standing, staggering! CRACK! A second shot from the chair,
and Black stumbles back! Mikey swings again, and again drills Black in the skull, this time dropping Black to one knee! Another swing, and he connects
as Black sways back from the impact! Mikey drops the chair to the mat…DDT on to the chair, and Black is down!

ROB MARTINEZ: Opportunity just knocked, now Mikey has to answer the door.

Black rolls over in pain as Mikey absorbs the overwhelming cheers from the crowd! “Santa Claus Is Coming To Town” plays throughout the arena as the crowd’s
attention focuses on the entrance. Santa Claus…a huge Santa Claus, maybe tipping the scales at four hundred fifty pounds, makes his way out from the
back with a huge red sack. He hands out candy to the kids in the front row as Mikey gets back to his feet. Mikey notices Santa, but still has work to do.
ROB MARTINEZ: Not to be scrooge, but Santa has no place in this match. (Santa hands Rob some candy.) Thanks, Santa! While your here, anyway you can hook
me up with an iPhone?

Mikey places a steel chair on top of Black, and grabs the other steel chair as he steps out to the apron. Mikey climbs to the top rope, giving a yell as
Santa makes his rounds. Santa drops his red sack and pulls out a barbed wire baseball bat. He climbs to the apron and smashes Mikey hard in the back of
the head with the bat, forcing Mikey to fall off the top and back in to the ring! Security rushes out and clubs Santa. They cuff him and walk him back
up the ramp as Black gets to his feet.

ROB MARTINEZ: Fans are trying to whip Santa’s four hundred pound ass. Screw him and his damn sleigh he rode in on!

Black grabs the chairs and opens them, setting them up with the seats facing each other! He picks a motionless Mikey back up, lifts him high in to the air…THE
NEW HOPE ON TO THE CHAIRS! Black quickly makes the cover, hooking both legs!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

ROB MARTINEZ: This can’t end like this! Mikey worked so hard to come back and win that belt. He did everything and poof, Santa causes him to lose. Don’t
think Rex won’t notice that “Elves and Santa” were involved in both of Black’s matches. This is damn despicable.

McDonald calls for the bell as Black holds his head, trying to get back to his feet. He finally does as McDonald hands him the Carolinas Championship and
raises his arm in the air.

JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner, and the NEW CAROLINAS CHAMPION…VINCENT BLACK!

Black drapes the championship across his shoulder as he rolls out of the ring. He makes his way up the ramp, still looking back at the carnage in the ring.
McDonald checks on Massacre who is finally starting to move.

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The crowd is almost exhausted from the Carolinas Title match they just witnessed, but the REBEL crowd can go ALL NIGHT LONG! Suddenly, the crowd is surprised
by the sounds of… “La Cucaracha?” A masked man comes out and immediately draws some boos. Jenny gets up with her cue cards.

JENNY JERSEY: The following inter-promotional contest is set for ONE FALL at a thirty-minute time limit! Introducing first, weighing in at … five hundred
pesos? Standing at a height of… is this right? Twelve sombreros? Hailing from the Capital City of Mexico North, Ottawa-o… he is EL TRENT-O!

The crowd continues to boo this masked luchadore, who came in as a special replacement for Mark Kingston, to compete against this man…

ROB MARTINEZ: Not much is known about this man, unless I go and assume this is Trent Daniels. But I will assume nothing, since the whole “assume makes and
ass out of u and me deal”. He is unique nevertheless. This match should be quite different than the match that preceded it, where Christmas lights were
used as weapons. And here’s hoping that Santa’s fat ass is in jail by now!

“THEY SAY I’M COCKY!
AND I SAY WHAT?
IT AIN’T BRAGGING MOTHER FUCKER IF YOU BACK IT UP!”

CROWD ASPLODE!

JENNY JERSEY: And HIS opponent! Weighing in at two-hundred and thirty pounds at a height of six-feet, three inches tall! From Paducah Kentucky, he is “THE
SHOW” CHAD KURTIS!

A huge ovation for “The Show” as he heads to the ring. He hits the corner, throwing his hood back dramatically before jumping back to the canvas. He removes
and tosses his hoodie to the fans. “The Show” looks ready for action in this contest!

ROB MARTINEZ: A former Three time REBEL Carolinas Champion. A former two time REBEL World Champ and has held titles in NAPW too. He has one last chance
in NAPW next week to get one last shot at their version of the World belt. But that’s next week. This week, he fights a man like El Trent-O? We’ll see
how things go.

The bell sounds to start this match as Kurtis removes his sombrero before throwing it out to the crowd, where it’s caught by an attractive young blonde
lady (isn’t it always?). Kurtis makes the first move forward, offering up a collar an elbow tie-up. His opponent, El Trent-O eagerly accepts it as he,
almost immediately, slips around the back. He has Chad held in place with a waistlock, but Kurtis fires off a back elbow to the face. It’s enough to cause
Trent-O to release the hold and Kurtis runs against the ropes–ARMDRAG BY EL TRENT-O! Chad Kurtis gets straight back up – but another deep arm drag by
El Trent-O takes Chad down. And he stays down as the luchadore applies a variation of the arm bar.

ROB MARTINEZ: Let’s look over these notes handed to me backstage by El Trent-O. He is a twelve time World Luchadore Champion in the city of Moscow? That
armbar there is a “Mexican Armbar”. You gotta be kidding me!

‘The True PTPer’ manages to wriggle free and pop right back to a vertical base, but El Trent-O catches him square on the kisser with a high-angle dropkick!
Both men scramble back to their feet as, this time, it’s Kurtis who connects with the dropkick. Again both men hurry back to their feet as Chad goes for
an Irish whip–reversed! El Trent-O sends his opponent against the ropes–HURRICANRANA! Into a cover–gets a two-count as Chad kicks out in the nick of
time!

ROB MARTINEZ: Chad knows how to counter almost every move done in this style. How does El Trent expect to win using this style? Yeah, and it says here he
was voted Sexiest Man in Brazil four years ago. What a crock of…

Trent-O hurries back to his feet and quickly scurries to the ropes. He climbs out onto the apron as Chad stands up in the ring–SPRINGBOARD FLIPPING SENTON–MISSES!
The luchadore hits nothin’ but canvas; but stands right back up–SPINNING HEEL KICK BY KURTIS! Trent-O flips through the air before crashing down to the
mat below; but he’s picked right back up again and sent towards the corner with an Irish whip! Trent-O hits the corner pads hard as Kurtis charges in–MONKEY
FLIP OUT OF THE CORNER! NO! Trent-O lands on his feet! Chad turns around- – boot to the gut by Trent-O–TORNADO DDT! NO! Kurtis manages to push his opponent
away in mid-air as Trent-O lands face first on the canvas; raising to a kneeling position as we presume he has a look of pain etched on his face beneath
that mask … And he’s drilled with a running dropkick to the face! Trent-O rolls out under the bottom rope as Chad Kurtis stand tall in the center of
the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: Chad is dominating early, and it seems that El Trent-O needs to go back and train… (rustling of papers) at Señor Hart’s Dungeon?

The luchadore walks all the way around the ring as his opponent stays where he is, taunting El Trent-O, beckoning him back to the ring. But he’s not having
any of it. Referee, Alan Stone finally urges Trent-O to get back in to the squared circle. And he does so. Slowly.

Kurtis offers up another tie-up, and again it’s accepted–but Trent-O rakes the eyes of his opponent (just out of Stone’s sight). Chad staggers back a step
as Trent-O takes Chad down with a snapmare before delivering a swift soccer kick to the spine! Kurtis cries out in pain, but he’s quickly locked in a surfboard
position; his opponent’s knee firmly wedged between the shoulder blades. Referee Alan Stone checks for the submission – but it’s not going to come just
yet. Judging by the fact that Chad Kurtis is battling his way back to his feet! The crowd cheering him on as he counters the surfboard hold, breaking Trent-O’s
grip and catching his opponent from behind with a rear waist lock–LOW BLOW BY TRENT-O!

ROB MARTINEZ: That was Mexican Nut Cracker, and hurts bad no matter what country your in! A cheap tactic as Trent-O goes on offense.

Kurtis is stunned, seemingly frozen in place as Trent-O runs against the ropes. Flying forearm smash takes Kurtis down, and he rolls to the outside this
time! Trent-O slides out after him and he grabs Kurtis by the head before bouncing Chad’s skull off the ring apron! Kurtis is backed against the ring as
the masked man, El Trent-O unleashes a flurry of knife-edge chops to the exposed chest of Chad Kurtis! The crowd “whoo” on each one, but it’s more force
of habit than actually cheering. Finally, after six or seven chops, Trent-O rolls his opponent back into the ring before going for the cover.

ONE!

TWNOOO!

Kurtis kicks out, but Trent-O raises him back to seated position with a rear chinlock.

ROB MARTINEZ: This match is going El Trent’s way right now. How long can he keep “The Show” down?

Although, it’s not long before Chad is halfway to battling his way out of this one too. As he climbs back to his feet, Trent-O transitions into a side headlock–BACK
SUPLEX BY CHAD KURTIS! Both men stand back up; Trent-O slightly slower – giving Chad time to charge–REVERSE STO! Trent-O just got drilled face-first into
the mat, and Kurtis rolls him over for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THRNOO!

Trent-O gets the shoulder up! Chad hastily stands up once more and he lifts Trent-O back to his feet as well. An Irish whip sends Trent-O to the corner
as Chad rushes in after him–SPLASH! The masked man staggers from the corner, and Kurtis grabs him from behind for the spinning back suplex–NO! Trent-O
lands on his feet behind his opponent! He grabs Chad with a rear waist lock–GERMAN SUPLEX–NO! Chad locks his leg, blocking El Trent-O’s German suplex
attempt. Kurtis fires off a few back elbows, catching Trent-O repeatedly and forcing him to break the hold before he runs against the ropes. Trent-O leapfrogs
his running opponent the first time as Chad goes against the ropes again. Chad slides between the legs of El Trent-O; popping back up to his feet right
behind the masked man as Kurtis goes for a German suplex of his own…

LOW BLOW! AGAIN!

ROB MARTINEZ: This is getting really ridiculous. I know there’s know rules, but come’on… be a damn man.

Alan Stone just wasn’t in the right position to see it, though, or he’d be getting told how unsportsmanlike that was. Not that Trent-O would care. He just
sees Chad Kurtis stumble backwards before being sent against the ropes with an Irish whip–TILT-A-WHIRL BACKBREAKER! But El Trent-O isn’t finished. He
hurries to the corner, climbing the turnbuckle in record time before leaping off with a moonsault–CONNECTS! No cover though, instead El Trent-O climbs
the turnbuckle once more. The crowd jeer him as he points to the sky and flies with a frog splash!

RIGHT ONTO CHAD’S KNEES!

Trent-O is feeling the effects of that one as Kurtis climbs back to his feet. His opponent down in the center of the ring … there’s only one thing to
do if you’re Chad Kurtis. He points towards the turnbuckle and the crowd cheer. Middle rope. Top rope.

BEST! MOONSAULT! EVER! CONNECTS! And Kurtis hooks the leg!

ROB MARTINEZ: This might be it right here…

ONE!

TWO!

THRENOOO!

Chad can’t quite believe it, but Alan Stone assures him it was only a two count. Not one to argue, the former World champion drags his opponent back to
a vertical base once again. El Trent appears to be suffering slightly as Chad forces him back against the ropes with a series of forearm shots to the face.
An Irish whip sends El Trent across the ring, bouncing back off the ropes–but Kurtis has lowered his head too early! El Trent connects with a boot to
the face! Followed by a snap kick to the thigh! A sweeping kick to the calf! And a spin kick to the knee cap take Chad down to one knee as El Trent delivers
a stiff boot to the face to knock Chad Kurtis over!

ROB MARTINEZ: Trent-O has Chad hurting now. Can he finish off the former REBEL Champ?

El Trent grabs one of his opponent’s legs and drops an elbow down across the knee. And again. And a third time, before settling down with a grapevine leglock.
They’re near the middle of the ring with no place to go – and Alan Stone is checking for the submission! So he doesn’t notice El Trent reach towards the
ropes, using the middle one to lever himself up and increase the pressure he’s applying. The fans boo the dirty underhanded tactics; but El Trent lets
go of the ropes as Alan Stone looks towards him. He argues his innocence in a bad Mexican accent, and Stone believes him. Suddenly El Trent releases the
leg lock and instead opts for a figure four leg lock! He’s obviously looking to ground Chad Kurtis as to eliminate the chance of any more moonsaults. The
official checks with Chad to see if he’s ready to submit – only to be met with a resounding “no” …

And Kurtis begins to reverse the hold!

The fans cheer as Kurtis flips the figure-four over as El Trent-O suddenly finds himself in a terrible predicament. He’s reaching out for the ropes, but
he’s just out of reach! Alan Stone rushes to the screaming El Trent-O; asking him if he submits. The answer is “no” again, and Trent-O is dragging himself
towards the ropes … inching closer and closer as Kurtis applies more pressure! Wrenching the legs of El Trent-O a little bit more …

AND ALAN STONE CALLS FOR A BREAK! Trent-O reached the ropes, and Chad Kurtis releases the hold.

ROB MARTINEZ: Sportsmanship shown there by Kurtis. That’s what makes him a real role model here in REBEL.

Both men slowly work their way back to their vertical bases, each man hobbling slightly as they head towards the center of the ring. Kurtis strikes out
with a boot to the gut, doubling his opponent over as he positions Trent-O ready for the CK FINAL–NO! Kurtis mysteriously stops what he’s doing, an agonized
look momentarily on his face as El Trent-O goes for the schoolboy–a handful of tights for good measure!

ROB MARTINEZ: Was that another low blow? What the hell? Did he get trained by Jack Jones?

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match. EL TRENT-O!

The crowd don’t like it one bit, but El Trent-O has pulled out a victory in his REBEL Pro debut. The luchadore has defeated a former REBEL Pro World Champion,
albeit under suspicious circumstances and he’s milking it for all it’s worth. Standing on the middle rope, pointing to the skies as Chad Kurtis is flabbergasted
in the center of the ring.

El Trent-O hops down off the turnbuckles–BOOT TO THE GUT BY CHAD KURTIS!

CK FINALE!

Chad Kurtis just laid out El Trent-O; much to the crowd’s approval! He reaches down, grabbing the back of Trent-O’s mask before pulling it off to reveal
that El Trent-O was in fact NAPW’s Trent Daniels!

ROB MARTINEZ: Chad might not have won that match, but he Trent Daniels got what he deserved!

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INTERMISSION AS THE CAGE IS SET UP… GO GRAB ONE LAST BEER BEFORE LAST CALL

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The fans are ready, they’ve had their break, they are READY for more action… and the STEEL CAGE LACED WITH BARBED WIRE is set up, surrounding the ring
with metal death. Jenny Jersey stands up at the timekeeper’s table and raises the microphone to her lips.

JENNY JERSEY: It is now time for the BARBED WIRE STEEL CAGE MAIN EVENT of MERRYTIME MASSACRE! This match is set for one fall and is for the REBEL PRO WORLD
HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP! Introducing first, the special guest referee for the contest… the MAN IN CHARGE… “THE NEXUS ONE” REX CALIBER!

“MORE HUMAN THAN HUMAN, SICKER THAN SICK!”

X-Ecutioners’ remix of the Zombie classic tune kicks up and the crowd goes crazy for the bald-headed sexy man coming out. Rex is wearing a pair of black
jeans and a white and black referee shirt… with the sleeves ripped off to make room for his massive arms, baby! Rex hits the ring and takes in the pop,
but is quick to remind the fans that this match is not about HIM…

ROB MARTINEZ: Rex wanted me to tell everyone that he is just a ref, nothing else. He wants nothing to do with the outcome, besides counting down the three
count, or watching the tapping hand of someone.

JENNY JERSEY: And now, the challenger…

You’d think they’d cheer Lynyrd Skynyrd down south but not when it brings out this particular competitor. “I’m a Country Boy” plays the wife-beater, trucker
cap wearing Bubba J out through the curtain. He sneers at the fans and spits some chew on the floor, then pats his protruding belly. “The Ragin’ Redneck”
steps into the cage and stares at Rex Caliber, shaking his head in anger.

JENNY JERSEY: Representing the EXTREME ELITE, he hails from Lenox, Georgia and weighs in at two-hundred and fifty pounds! One-half of the team of HARDCORE
ENTERTAINMENT, this is “THE RAGIN’ REDNECK”… BUBBA J!

BOOOOOOOO!

ROB MARTINEZ: Three wins, no losses. That’s the Extreme Elite’s Record tonight. Three of the four members currently hold a title in REBEL. For a clean sweep
to occur, Bubba J will have to defeat Everhardt in the middle of the ring. No help, not outside anything. Can he do it? Can become the final piece of a
championship puzzle that would sicken the most Hardcore fans of REBEL? We will see!

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent…

Oh man, what a pop! You ain’t heard such a pop since Stylin’ Kyle Roberts took the title from Rex Caliber way back last year! Protest the Hero’s “Heretics
& Killers” rocks the PA and the crowd is on their feet for the man walking through the curtain, REBEL Pro World Heavyweight title around his waist…

JENNY JERSEY: From Houston Texas, he weighs in at two-hundred and twenty-seven pounds! He is the reigning and defending REBEL Pro World Heavyweight Champion…
ladies and gentlemen, NICK EVERHARDT!

Everhardt does a lap around the outside of the ring, slapping hands with the fans. He stands one-knee up on the announce table, holding the belt high. The
people love Nick Everhardt, he works hard, he brings it, he leaves it all in the ring and above all, he is honest and has integrity. Lately that seems
to be in short supply in both REBEL Pro and NAPW!

ROB MARTINEZ: No one will ever question Nick Everhardt’s guts, his manhood or his talent. He is the man who ran Paul Jarvis’ ass out of REBEL. The protests
of REBEL stopped because of Everhardt. Now he finds himself locked in a Cage, a Barbwire Cage, with a man who seems hell bent on destroying everyone he
faces. The dispute over who is better might end tonight, or might get blurred even further.

Everhardt gets in the ring and hands the title belt over to Rex Caliber, who was of course the FIRST REBEL Pro World Heavyweight Champion. Rex shows the
belt to Bubba J, who gazes it, chewing in one side of his mouth, and then shows it all four corners of the ring before passing it out the door to head
referee Dale McDonald. McDonald closes and locks the cage door and Rex Caliber, truly the Man In Charge tonight, calls for the bell!

DING DING DING

Bubba J and Everhardt come to center ring, we have a staredown…

*SPIT*

BUBBA J SPITS CHAW IN NICK’S FACE! OH COME ON! Bubba J continues to chew, a sick grin on his face as Everhardt blinks away disgusting tobacco juice. The
seconds tick by as Everhardt seems stunned… AND THEN HE NAILS BUBBA IN THE FACE! BUBBA FIRES BACK! WE’VE GOT AN ALL OUT BRAWL! And surprisingly the champion,
known for his technical style, is at the advantage! Bubba only pissed Everhardt off and gave him even MORE to fight for with that spit in the face. Caliber
stays out of the way, he really doesn’t have much to do in this match but count the fall or hear a submission, but he’ll make sure there are no ridiculous
shenanigans, this match needs to be all about the World Title, nothing else. Everhardt rocks Bubba with a big right hand, and Bubba tries to stumble into
the corner. Everhardt whips Bubba’s arm away and delivers a SICK overhead open-hand chop that resonates throughout the REBEL Arena, drawing a collective
gasp from the crowd. Bubba stumbles to the next corner, Everhardt in hot pursuit.

*CHOP*

ROB MARTINEZ: WHHOOOO! Uh, sorry got carried away there. Anyways, Nick with the early advantage.

Ye Gods! Bubba groaning in pain, trying to get away, Everhardt following. He forearms Bubba in the side of the head, then rips off Bubba’s wife-beater,
fully exposing the pasty white flesh. Everhardt holds the challenger in position, looks out to the fans. Do they want it? Hell yeah they want it! CHOP!
CHOP! CHOP CHOP CHOP CHOP CHOP CHOP CHOP! HOLY HELL! Bubba J falls forward, clutching his brutalized chest, and Everhardt ascends the turnbuckle, yelling
out to his people. He turns around and picks up Bubba J, looking for an Irish whip off the ropes. Bubba reverses it, ducks down for a back body drop, Everhardt
KICKS HIM IN THE FACE! Shouldn’t have lowered your head! Bubba staggers backwards, Everhardt CHARGES — HOISTED UP — AND INTO THE STEEL CAGE WALL! There
is deadly barbed wire wrapped throughout the chain links, and Everhardt hits the canvas hard. Bubba J holds a rope to keep himself up, eyes closed against
the burning in his chest. We can see that Nick’s chops have broken not only countless blood vessels, but the skin itself, and Bubba’s chest is bloody.
Nick is getting to his feet, rocked by a big knee to the breadbasket. Bubba grabs Nick by the hair and takes him across the ring, throwing him face-first
into the cage yet again! And now Bubba takes Nick’s face, through the ropes, and begins to GRIND it into the barb-lined steel mesh! Just one would be bad
enough, but both?

ROB MARTINEZ: Of all the things we’ve seen tonight. Mikey diving on a tree that was on fire, Blood brutalizing a hurt Aries, and the countless weapons used..
I think this is the sickest of the sick tonight.

Everhardt groans on the canvas, and you better believe he is busted wide open, blood begins to drip down his face from his forehead. Bubba looks out to
the fans, gives them the middle finger, drawing even more heat. The hate just makes Bubba happy. Picks up Everhardt, scoop and a slam. Bubba hits the ropes
and DRIVES the elbow into his prone opponent! He makes a cover, ONE —

ROB MARTINEZ: That was one strong symbol from the Champ. He will not be beaten that easily.

And that’s it! Everhardt forcefully kicks out before the two. Bubba gives Caliber a brief glare, then begins to choke out his man. Caliber tells Bubba to
get off, but this is after all REBEL Pro, there are no DQs or count-outs. Rex can’t do much, but Bubba knows just throttling his man won’t win the match.
He gets off of Everhardt and lets his man get up, then clobbers him with a right hand. Everhardt on the ropes, Bubba connects with several more right hands
before sending Everhardt into the opposite ropes! LARIAT — Everhardt ducks! *THWACK* kick to the thigh, then another! Bubba growls in pain and catches
the next kick, so Everhardt lets fly with a standing enziguri, only for Bubba to duck it… and Everhardt to leap backwards the other way and kick Bubba
straight in the chest. Bubba comes off the ropes, CAUGHT! EVERPLEX! Nick Everhardt picks Bubba up by the… well… flesh on the head, I suppose. He yells
to the fans and brings Bubba to the cage wall, but Bubba grabs the top rope and blocks Everhardt’s attempt to bash his face into the mesh. Bubba gets an
elbow to the jaw of Everhardt, but Nick comes back — rake of the eyes. Everhardt’s blood is on Bubba’s hands now, literally. The Redneck hooks the champion
up for a suplex… what’s this? Bubba hoists Nick up, then falls into the side of the cage! Everhardt’s entire body rams the cage, but Bubba has not let
go of the suplex… and then he drops Everhardt forward, face-first into the canvas.

ROB MARTINEZ: This match is a War of Attrition. And to the fans watching in Canada, go get your tickets now for ULTIMATE ATTRITION! One week from tonight
featuring every single member of the NAPW and REBEL rosters!

Everhardt gets to his knees, face in the canvas, having a hard time getting up. Bubba climbs to the second turnbuckle, waiting for Nick to get to his feet.
DOUBLE AX HANDLE — Everhardt punches Bubba in the gut! Bubba staggers, and Everhardt dropkicks Bubba from behind, sending Bubba into the caaaaaage…
No, Bubba just stops himself on the ropes. He taps his head, reminding the fans that yes, even this Georgia hick is SMARTER THAN YOU. He turns around —
DOUBLE LEG SWEEP! Everhardt going for the Cloverleaf 3000? No, he’s not grapevining the legs, he turns around… and catapults Bubba into the steel barbed
mesh! The crowd explodes as Bubba recoils back to the canvas. Everhardt falls back against the ropes, wiping blood out of his eyes, taking a moment to
get his breath back. Bubba begins to get up, displaying to the crowd that now he too has been lacerated, as crimson red is spilling from the top of his
bald bean. Bubba is on one knee, and Everhardt charges in with a SHINING WIZARD! Good God, what a knee to the side of the head. But Bubba continues to
get up… Everhardt hits the ropes…

DOUBLE KNEE ATTACK TO THE FACE!

EVERHARDT COVERS!

ONE!

TWO!

KICK-OUT!

ROB MARTINEZ: Everhardt is staying cool and collected. He has Bubba hurt and reeling, and will not let up!

Everhardt doesn’t let it faze him, he picks up Bubba J and puts him into the corner. CHARGING LARIAT! Pick-up to the top rope, the champion going for the
HARDT-ATTACK, he could end it with that move right here! Hooking Bubba J, but Bubba is fighting! Right hand rocks Everhardt, but he holds on to the cage
mesh… probably getting some pricks in his hands, but the adrenaline is pumping! Everhardt with an open-hand blow to Bubba’s face, Bubba with another
shot back. Everhardt looking dazed, grabbing either top rope to prevent a fall. Bubba stands UP on the top turnbuckle, hooking Everhardt in. What in the
world is he doing? This is… Everhardt fighting! They are fighting for their lives, they are fighting for the WORLD TITLE!

EVERHARDT GETS THE SUPERPLEX OFF THE TOP ROPE —

NO!

BUBBA TURNS IN MID-AIR AND LANDS ON EVERHARDT! REX MAKES THE COUNT!

ONE!

TWO!

TH NOOOOO! EVERHARDT KICKS OUT!

ROB MARTINEZ: I thought it was over, so did these fans. This match is insane. Could we have one more match of the year candidate… tonight? We’ve done
seen several possible additions. Who knows?

Neither man gets up, Bubba somehow rolls over and looks up at Rex, holding up three bloody fingers. Caliber tells him it was two, and Bubba snarls. He pulls
himself to his feet, grabbing a hold of Everhardt’s hair to pull him up. Nick throws some shots to the gut, but Bubba just brings down a huge overhand
forearm right across the back. That was a stiff shot, the entire crowd winced at the impact. Irish whip, Bubba runs off the opposite side of the ring and
obliterates Everhardt with a lariatoooooo that causes Everhardt to flip and land dangerously on his head! THE COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

TH-NO!

This time Bubba is up quickly, yelling at Caliber to damn well count properly, he won’t screw the E.E. more than he already has!

ROB MARTINEZ: Bubba is face to face with Rex. Bald versus Bald and neither man seems to be backing down.

Caliber tells Bubba calmly that the shoulder was up before three. Bubba SHOVES Rex, and Rex SHOVES Bubba back! A shocked Bubba ends up flat on his ass as
Rex pulls at his ref shirt, pointing out the stripes. “You don’t damn well touch the referee!” Bubba looks furious, but reminds himself that fighting Rex
Caliber isn’t going to win the title. Besides that, the people are chanting “KICK HIS ASS REX, KICK HIS ASS!”

Bubba J ain’t gonna give the fans that kind of satisifaction!

The challenger pulls a dazed, wobbly champion to his feet again. Double-bird, kick to the gut, TRAILER PARK TRASH — Everhardt shoves Bubba off! Bubba
turns around, scooped into a fireman’s carry for a HARDT-BREAKER, elbows to the head get him off! He’s behind Everhardt, going for a classic back suplex,
Everhardt however flips in mid-air and lands on his feet! He grabs the half-nelson… and DELIVERS THE KOBASHI SPECIAL! The crowd goes crazy! Bubba somehow
gets right back up, fires a drunken right hand, ducked, and it’s KOBASHI SPECIAL #2! Bubba stays down this time, and Everhardt, grimacing, not moving as
swift as he once was, takes a second, bloody, before snapping into action and locking on the BAYOU CITY STRETCH! This is the move he beat Bubba J with
in their last encounter by referee stoppage! Bubba couldn’t escape, he passed out in the hold! The crowd is chanting “TAP, TAP, TAP!” as Rex Caliber gets
low and asks Bubba if he quits! Bubba yells out “NO!” and tries anything. His only hope is to get to the ropes! He can barely move, Everhardt wrenching
back on the hold! Bubba J tries to crawl, tries to inch and wiggle, reaching out with his free arm, trying to grab that bottom rope…

Stops moving! Bubba’s face a mask of pain, Everhardt’s actually doesn’t look much prettier — he’s trying to tear Bubba in half! Bubba’s face is in the
mat, and Rex checks his arm. He lifts it up… it drops once! Lifts it up… it drops twice! Lifts it up, Bubba wrenches the arm free and makes a final
lunge for the bottom rope! There’s no DQs in REBEL, Nick doesn’t have a five count…

And Bubba J screams out “YES,

YES,

YES, AUGH!”

The crowd ERUPTS and Nick Everhardt lets go of the hold, raising his arms in exhausted victory… but Rex Caliber is shaking his head. Shaking his head
“no.” A look of confusion crosses his face as Rex says “NO SUBMISSION, THE MAN WAS IN THE ROPES!” Everhardt can’t believe it, he’s yelling at Rex “What?
He gave up! He gave up, what are you talking about?” “The man was in the ropes, you gotta let go in the ropes, submission in the ropes don’t count!” Everhardt
can’t believe it and actually looks angry at Rex… hell, the crowd is actually booing Rex for his decision. But under REBEL rules, that is completely
legitimate and the correct call. MacDonald agrees on the outside. Everhardt just seems stunned, but snaps back into it.

He has a title to defend.

ROB MARTINEZ: A controversial decision, but I assure that is right. You can’t pin or submit a man in the ropes, unless the match is “Falls Count Anywhere”.
Bottom line.

Bubba is still holding his damaged arm on the canvas, good arm tucked under himself. Everhardt doesn’t feel like he needs to change it up, grabbing Bubba’s
legs and pulling him into the center of the ring. He grabs the left arm to again apply the Bayou City Stretch… only to get nailed in the face by a CHAIN
wrapped around Bubba’s fist. Where the hell did he get that? Rex wants to know, but there ain’t no DQ in this fed. Bubba pats his boot, letting the fans
know where he smuggled in the weapon. It’s not an “illegal” object in this promotion, but the fans are enraged. These two were supposed to go at it with
only their fists and the cage! Bubba re-wraps the chain around his fist as Nick gets to his feet, fresh blood flowing… POW! A huge chain shot knocks
Everhardt down and seemingly out! Bubba makes the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THR—

FOOT ON THE ROPE!

ROB MARTINEZ: The ropes come into play again, this time in Nick’s favor!

Bubba gets up, clapping his hands “ONE TWO THREE!” but Rex points to the foot on the rope. Bubba yanks Nick away from the rope and wraps the chain around
the champion’s throat, knee in the back. Nick is coughing, he is in a bad way here! The Redneck cutting off the champ’s air supply, and Everhardt looks
in a bad way. He’s fading, fading, and Bubba yells to check him. Well, nobody says that a submission with a weapon is wrong in REBEL. Disgusted, Rex lifts
Everhardt’s arm…

It drops once.

He grabs it again.

It drops TWICE.

ROB MARTINEZ: This could be it… ONE MORE DROP AND IT’S OVER!

The light is leaving Everhardt’s eyes, as Rex lifts his arm up in the air again. If it drops a third time, we have a new champion. Rex lets go, and the
arm droooooooops

NO!

Everhardt’s hand is shaking! His arm! He kicks the canvas with his heel as the crowd begins to rally behind him! It is the sound of THUNDER coming from
the crowd, Bubba looking side to side in near panic, he can’t believe what’s happening! Everhardt begins to get to his feet… ELBOW! ANOTHER ELBOW! A
THIRD! THE CHAIN GOES FLYING! Nick is free! He hits the ropes — SPINEBUSTER! NO! BUBBA CAUGHT THE CHAMP WITH A HUGE SPINEBUSTER! COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THKICKOUT!

Bubba picks Nick up, IRISH WHIP, LARIAT — DUCKED! FLYING CRUCIFIX! THIS IS HOW NICK WON THE TITLE, THIS IS HOW HE PINNED PAUL JARVIS!

ONE!

TWO!

TH BUBBA GETS OUT!

ROB MARTINEZ: These men will not die! This is a war of the ages, and the only match that could end this show.

Bubba gets up, Everhardt boots him in the gut, hooks the arms, delivers WELCOME TO HOUSTON MOTHER FUCKER! Bubba holds his back in pain, but Nick plans to
deliver MORE damage… FIREMAN’S CARRY!

HARDT-BREAKER!

COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

TH—

BUBBA KICKS OUT! The crowd can’t believe it, Nick can’t believe it! It’s time to try the Hardt-Attack out again! Pick-up and then he perches Bubba on the
top turnbuckle, and Everhardt comes up! He hooks the man… Bubba pulls Nick forward, the champ’s face ramming into the steel barbed mesh! Bubba shoves
Everhardt off, Nick stumbles but manages to land on his feet. Bubba drops down the canvas however, and delivers a LOW BLOW from behind! Everhardt’s knees
are knocked, he staggers around

KICK

WHAM

STUNNER!

TRAILER PARK TRASH!

ONE!

TWO!

…

THREE!

JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner, and NEW REBEL Pro World Heavyweight Champion… “THE RAGIN’ REDNECK” BUBBA J!

Rex hands the belt to The Ragin Redneck. Security makes sure Nick Everhardt leaves the ring without incident. Rex leaves the ring and lets the new champ
have his time. Bubba then sees down the aisle, his buddies. Each carrying a title belt. Each man carrying some beers. Inferno, Shoe, Vincent Black, they
enter the cage. All laughing. All smiling. All getting booed. They give Bubba a beer, and each man hits a corner.

Shoe opens his beer, drinks it, holds his belt up high.

Black follows with the same format, as the crowds boos get even louder. The building is hot, and not because of the heater being turned up neither.

Inferno does another beer swilling, title raising motion.

Three men holding belts high as they can, drinking beer in the corners of a barbwire cage.

Then Bubba does. The four men come down and bump beer cans as the fans leave disgusted with the disrespectful Extreme Elite.

ROB MARTINEZ: I’ve seen a lot in my day but I’ve never seen a group of wrestlers dominate like this. This is Rob Martinez signing off. Apparently the Extreme
Elite are indeed just that. The Elite!

As the crowd leaves we focus in on a sign. It’s left on the floor. It simply reads… CRIMES WHO!