Naval Attack 05/13/2008

05/13/2008
The scene sees a room full of camouflage wearing men and women, the US Navy. We see them all standing with their hands over their hearts, listening to the
National Anthem. In the ring, Jenny Jersey, Rob Martinez and Murcielago stand, hands over their hearts as well. Murcielago seems out of place wearing an
Army football jersey, and did get booed as he arrived to the ringside area, but his patriotism will never be questioned. The anthem finishes and the crowd
breaks out in a REBEL, REBEL, REBEL chant.

ROB MARTINEZ: We are live on closed circuit television in three locations. Raleigh’s REBEL Arena, the REBEL Underground Training facility and the Grady
Cole Center in Charlotte, North Carolina. But were are also LIVE in front of some of the bravest people who have ever lived. The United States Navy! We
are here and it’s our pleasure to entertain tonight.

MURCIELAGO: I have a lot of respect for the people here, and you may boo me for whatever reason, but I’ll always applaud the job you guys do.

ROB MARTINEZ: Tonight’s show features six big matches. But besides those matches will also have several guests. Cuzin Zeke, Manny X, REBEL Carolinas Champion:
Mikey Massacre, and Prince Darko has promised to unveil to the world something that the wrestling world is not ready for.

MURCIELAGO: Two title matches tonight, but also two qualifying matches for the Four Way Dance at next months American Anarchy. Derrick Steele will face
Blood, and Chad Kurtis will try to stop Kurt Castle.

ROB MARTINEZ: But as you mentioned, TWO title matches. Black Underground Railroad will take on Jeff James and his brother Thomas Young.

MURCIELAGO: But the match everyone has been waiting to see. Lloyd Rees cashes in a huge gift he earned defeating Kyle Roberts in March. He will take on
the six foot nine Murder City Devil. But it’s in a Rees specialty match, a submission match.

The camera looks up to the ceiling, and we view a Steel Cage.

ROB MARTINEZ: But not just any Submission match, this match will be fought inside a Roof covered Steel Cage. No escape, no way out, unless one man submits.
Tonight’s show promises to have the world buzzing and have everyone on edge. The wrestling world is about to be blind sided by a NAVAL ATTACK!

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JENNY JERSEY: This opening contest is set for one fall and is a qualifying match for the American Anarchy World title Four Way Dance!

The fans in the Naval gym start to cheer because they are all pumped for the wrestling to start.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first weighing in at two forty five pounds, fighting out of Parts Unknown… BLOOD!

Most of the cheering anticipation turns to boos as “Happy” by Mudvayne cues up. Blood doesn’t even seem to care about the boos as he totally ignores the
fans. He enters the ring and begins to loosen up in the corner. He takes off his Skull Mask and special black cape, then puts his wooden staff in the corner.
JENNY JERSEY: His opponent weighing in at two hundred twenty one pounds, fighting out of Reno, Nevada. He is the current Number One Contender’s Cup Holder,
“DIAMOND” DERRICK STEELE!

“You Think I Ain’t Worth a Dollar, But I Feel Like a Millionaire” plays and the fans give Derrick Steele a nice reaction. Steele jumps over the top rope
entering the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: This is going to be quite the match, Murc. We have the very talented and quick Derrick Steele against the high impact Blood.

MURCIELAGO: First of all don’t ever call me Murc you jackass. Secondly, Blood is going to break “The Diamond.”

The bell rings and both men move to the center of the ring. Steele runs forward and nails a shoulder tackle. Blood absorbs the impact and responds with
a punch to the chest. He whips Steele to the ropes but Steele ducks the clothesline responding with a dropkick knocking Blood into the buckles. He charges
in for a forearm but Blood has recovered and catches Steele power slamming him to the mat.

ROB MARTINEZ: This match is off to a very interesting start. Both men able to attack but neither can seem to gain the upperhand.

MURCIELAGO: Look for Blood to use that power advantage soon. Steele is quick and wants to dictate the pace but the power of Blood will neutralize that.
Blood lifts Steele back up and tries for a suplex but Steele isn’t having that as he fires a headbutt into Blood’s nose. The momentary distraction is enough
for Steele to wriggle free. He takes Blood down with an arm drag. Blood is back up quickly but Steele has the advantage nailing a standing dropkick to
the face! He covers but Blood kicks out quickly at two.

Blood is up an angry smashing a forearm into Steele’s face. He whips him hard to the corner and follows up with a big splash. Steele is stunned and Blood
hits the far ropes rebounding with a stiff boot to the face. Steele hits the mat hard and Blood locks in a surfboard pulling back hard on the back.

ROB MARTINEZ: Blood looking to take out Steele’s back.

MURCIELAGO: If his back is hurt he can’t hit any of his moves let alone stand up well.

Blood releases the hold and drops a knee into the spine of Steele. He brings him up and drives him onto the knee with a back breaker. Steele struggles to
his feet and is favoring his back. Blood launches a forearm but Steele is able to avoid the strike responding with a hard chop to the chest. Blood grabs
the arm when Steele tries a second one and brings him forward nailing a short-arm lariat. The fans groan at the impact as Steele collapses to the canvas.
ROB MARTINEZ: Blood could have knocked Steele out with that shot.

MURCIELAGO: I have to admit that guy hits hard.

Steele is back up and shaking out the cobwebs. He meets Blood with a jab to the gut and a

quick chop to the chest. Steele with the whip and he connects
with a back body drop. The fans respond favorably to the fast comeback. Blood is up and Steele grabs his head… Snap DDT!

ONE!

TWO!

Blood rolls the shoulder. Steele with a sliding leg drop across the chest and covers again.

ONE!

TWO!

Blood manages to kick out but he is clearly overwhelmed by the series of moves. Steele brings him up and cracks Blood’s jaw with a spin kick. He vaults
to the top rope and dives off executing a nice cross body block.

ONE!

TWO!

Blood again kicks out.

ROB MARTINEZ: Steele with some nice pin attempts but he can’t keep the bigger Blood down.

MURCIELAGO: This match is for a shot at the Rebel title Martinez. Blood isn’t going to let a cross body pin him.

Both men up and Steele with a side headlock. Blood shoves him off, to the ropes. He follows in with an uppercut to the jaw and hits a hotshot on the ropes.
The fans boo the tactic but Blood pays them no mind. He springs off the ropes and grabs Steele, flipping over and executing a BLOCKBUSTER!

ROB MARTINEZ: Impressive move there by Blood.

MURCIELAGO: This could win him the match.

ONE!

TWO!

The fans let out a sigh of relief as Steele kicks out. Blood goes over to the referee and argues about the count. The ref holds up two fingers and assures
Blood the count was legit. Steele with a cradle!

ONE!

TWO!

Blood frantically kicks out.

ROB MARTINEZ: Steele almost had him there.

MURCIELAGO: He should have focused on his opponent instead of yelling about the count.

Blood is to his feet just as Steele hits the ropes trying for a dropkick. Blood blocks the move and catapults Steele back first into the buckles. Steele
grunts in pain as Blood continues the attack with a belly to back suplex.

ROB MARTINEZ: Blood going to the back again. Maybe setting Steele up for the Blood Lock?

MURCIELAGO: It’s one of his meal tickets and I’m sure he’d love to win this thing by Steele being forced to tap.

Blood stomps down on the back a few times before grabbing the legs… Elevating Steele into the Blood Lock! The fans start to clap and stomp their feet
trying to encourage Steele.

ROB MARTINEZ: Blood Lock by Blood. Will Steele give up? His back has been worn down quite a bit in this match.

MURCIELAGO: There is no worse pain in the body than your spine. Look at him squirming.

Steele is valiantly fighting to reach the ropes. Each time he inches a bit closer, the cheers of the Navy fans get a bit louder. Blood attempts to pull
Steele back to the center of the ring but with a burst of energy Derrick manages to reach the ropes! The ref tells him to let go and Blood finally releases
the hold. Steele slowly gets to his feet. Blood grabs him and plants Steele to the mat with a reverse STO!

ONE!

TWO!

The fans erupt as Steele just won’t quit, kicking out again.

ROB MARTINEZ: Steele is very resilient, taking this beating but he keeps fighting.

MURCIELAGO: Every lamb to the slaughter puts up a little fight.

Blood goes to grab Steele but Steele moves to the side avoiding the contact. He hooks Blood and lifts him up… Brainbuster! Instead of going for the pin
Steele locks in the Steele Curtain!

ROB MARTINEZ: Steele trying for the submission.

MURCIELAGO: But look at Blood desperately fighting to the ropes.

The fans begin to chant “Tap! Tap! Tap!” Blood is able to reach the ropes however and the hold is broken. Steele begins to slowly climb the ropes each step
killing his back. The fans encourage him to go higher and he finally reaches the top. He flips off attempting the Blue Moon… Only to crash hard into
the raised knees of Blood!

ROB MARTINEZ: Steele taking a little too much time to hit his finisher. Blood’s assault on his back might have just saved Blood the match.

MURCIELAGO: He should have stuck to something more ground based. He should have known he couldn’t hit that move.

Blood takes over control with a back suplex. He kicks Derrick hard in the ribs and then drives his knees down on the sternum. Lifting Steele up Blood puts
him in a headscissors and powerbombs Steele into the turnbuckles.

ROB MARTINEZ: Blood is just punishing Steele.

MURCIELAGO: He knows he needs to weaken him in order to win.

Blood drops on top of Steele for the pin.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE?

Steele struggles and is able to kick out. The crowd pops and starts chanting his name trying to breathe some life into the “Diamond” one. Blood pulls Steele
up and grabs his arm lifting him for his Pumphandle Cutter… Steele wriggles free! Blood spins around… DDT floors Blood. The adrenaline is pumping as
Steele is able to ascend the ropes much quicker this time… Blue Moon!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!!!

JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner “DIAMOND” DERRICK STEELE!!

ROB MARTINEZ: Steele out of no where with the win! He’s already got a shot at the belt so now he must pick any other competitor to take his spot.

MURCIELAGO: Look at Blood, Martinez. He looks furious!

Steele exits the ring to celebrate with the fans as Blood stands in the ring shaking his head. Blood with another great showing, but not able to get the
duke. But the question now is, WHO will Steele pick to take the spot in the Four Way Dance. He can choose, ANY wrestler in the World!

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Just as the next match is about to start…

“Theme from the Beverly Hillbillies” blasts from the sound system..

The crowd pops as they know that this means that REBEL superstar Cuzin Zeke must be in the house. A spotlight picks up a figure making his way through the
crowd. It is no one else but Cuzin Zeke. As he makes his way closer to the ring, he is shaking hands and waving to the crowd. He gets to the ring and climbs
up into it. He is wearing a camoflagued t shirt under his familiar blue jean coveralls. Usually he has on a neon coloured shirt but for tonight he is wear
a camo t shirt. He now stands at the center of the ring and the crowd continues to cheer. He certainly is a crowd favorite, and acknowledges the crowd.
CUZIN ZEKE: “Hey thank ya all.. I really do appreciate the cheers and good wishes. I just had to make my way to Norfolk today, cuz there is something I
needs to do and say. First off, I wanted to pay tribute to ya all here that serve for America in the Navy. I knows that there is lots of ya out there,
and I tip my hat to ya … I knows it cant be easy, and at times it sure is dangerous, but with you all out there, we knows we gonna be safe here in the
states. So lets have a big cheer for those of ya serving us.”

The crowd again breaks out into a loud cheer and claps and whistles are heard through out the arena.

CUZIN ZEKE: “ Now the other reason I came down here to Norfolk had to do with a guy named Mikey Massacre. This is a guy who now has somethings I been aiming
for. I been away from singles wrestling for a bit, when me and El Rey was out there going after the tag belts. I come back last week, and proved myself
to be worthy of a shot at his belt. The Carolina Belt. I am sure it will surely fit around my waist better than that scrawny little waist of his. I am
looking forwards to climbing into the ring with him.. but this time that belt will change hands. I am on a hot streak, and it sure aint gonna end this
this chance at the belt. Yah, ya all might say how many other chances I had at belts here in REBEL, but never winning them, well this time it will be different,
I will be me with it around my waist when the three count goes. I am starting to get myself ready for this match, and the first things I wanted to do was
see him sign that ambulance match. He will be in that match, but I hate to tell ya the Carolina belt aint gonna be up for grabs that night, as it will
be on my waist. I will soften Mikey up for Manny X and take advantage of the beating I will put out when I wins the belt. Anyways I don’t want to take
up all your time tonight, there are some good matches coming up, and I don’t want to hold up the show any longer. Thanks again for all your support and
I looks forwards to seein ya all soon, specially when I wins that Carolina Belt.”

Zeke waves to the crowd and again a large cheer goes up.. he climbs out of the ring and makes his way down the runway and out .. on his way shaking hands
and stopping for a few quick pictures.. finally he disappears into the back…

On with the show…

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JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, our next match is scheduled for one fall and is a tag team match.

“Kings and Queens” by Aerosmith begins to play throughout the hall here in Norfolk as The Nation of Innovation appear from the back.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, accompanied by TONY and TONY’s MOM! Weighing in at a combined weight of four hundred fifty pounds, the team of Jeremy Daines
and Enrique Rodriguez, THE NATION OF INNOVATION!

The crowd continue booing as the four of them are still wearing those damn Censorship t-shirts.

ROB MARTINEZ: Picket signs? TONY and his mom are carrying picket signs?

Indeed they are, Rob. TONY gets a smattering of applause for his “N&I C.A.B.S. 4 Life” sign, but his mom gets a huge cheer for her lewd “SAVE HARDCORE FOR
THE BEDROOM!” sign. But Jeremy and Enrique slide into the ring as their music begins to die down.

JENNY JERSEY: And their opponents. Introducing first, from Fort Lauderdale, Florida. He weighs in at one hundred and seventy five pounds. JOHN X CORE!

The sailors here are whooping and cheering for the perennial underdog, John X Core as “Blow Me Away” pumps through the hall. He finally emerges from the
back, but waits at the top of the aisle as Jenny gets ready to finish her piece.

JENNY JERSEY: And his partner. From Houston, Texas, he weighs in at two hundred and twenty seven pounds. NICK EVERHARDT!

And to some extreme cheers from this crowd, Nick Everhardt bursts out from behind the curtain as he and John X Core make their way down the aisle. They
slide into the ring as the music begins to die down.

ROB MARTINEZ: What a show of sportsmanship from Core and Everhardt here as they extend their hands for the handshake.

MURCIELAGO: And it’s accepted?

The four men in the ring exchange handshakes before Jeremy Daines and Nick Everhardt climb out onto the apron, ready for the start of this match. Alan Stone
calls for the bell, and this match is underway. Rodriguez and John X Core circle the ring for a few moments before coming together with a collar and elbow
tie up, from which Rodriguez slides around the back with a hammerlock. John counters with a back elbow, breaking the hold before he charges against the
ropes — and Rodriguez leapfrogs over him! Core keeps running as he bounces off the ropes again, straight into a MONKEY FLIP!

ROB MARTINEZ: John X Core just landed on his feet!

Enrique turns around and he finds himself on the receiving end of a hurricanrana! John X Core takes his opponent over, but Rodriguez gets straight back
up – and he gets nailed a spinning heel kick! Core makes the tag out to his partner as Everhardt storms into the ring. A quick double team sends Rodriguez
against the ropes with an Irish whip before Core catches him with a toe kick to the midsection, stopping him in his tracks — and Everhardt runs from the
side with a knee lift to the face! And the first pin attempt garners a two count before Rodriguez can kick out.

MURCIELAGO: Trying for a pin already? The handshake may have been showing their opponents respect, but Nick Everhardt is taking the piss now!

ROB MARTINEZ: It was a hard knee lift.

Everhardt drags his opponent back to his feet, taking him towards the corner with an uppercut before unleashing with a series of chops to the chest! You
can see the pain in TONY’s mom’s face, more so in Enrique’s – but he’s been sent from pillar to post as Everhardt charges in after him — GETTING NOTHING
BUT TURNBUCKLE!

ROB MARTINEZ: And a clever evasive tactic from Enrique Rodriguez as he floated over the back of his opponent.

And Enrique dives, making the tag to Jeremy Daines! He enters the ring with a bang, forcing back into the corner with a flying forearm attack. But an Irish
whip sends Everhardt back across the ring, and Daines follows up with a lariat! Everhardt stumbles forward out of the corner, only to be taken down by
a drop toe hold as Daines goes for the single leg crab — KICKED AWAY! But Daines is right back in as he drops an elbow down across the chest of his fallen
foe. Both men get right back up. Daines attempts a lariat, which is ducked and countered by a hard right hand!

ROB MARTINEZ: Nick Everhardt has a lot of fight in him!

Another hard right from Everhardt is followed by a boot to the midsection, doubling Daines over — WELCOME TO HO–NO! Back drop counter! And Daines tags
back out to Enrique Rodriguez — SPRINGBOARD LEGDROP! Straight across the throat of Nick Everhardt, and a pin attempt ensues…

ONE!

TWO!

NO! Everhardt kicks out!

And Rodriguez is heading to the turnbuckle as he begins his ascent to the top rope. Everhardt is getting back to his feet, slowly but surely — AND HE LUNGES,
WOBBLING THE TOP ROPE AND CROTCHING ENRIQUE RODRIGUEZ! And now Nick makes the tag out to John X Core! The crowd cheer as Core runs headlong towards the
corner — SUPER NO SCOPE! The step up enziguri is enough to take Rodriguez off the top turnbuckle, sending him hurtling down the canvas as John X Core
climbs the turnbuckle himself. MOONSAULT! Cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THRESAVED!

Jeremy Daines makes the save, before retiring back to his corner with minimal fuss. Rodriguez is helped back to his feet by Core, who sends him against
the ropes with an Irish whip. Core goes for the dropkick – but he crashes to the mat below as Rodriguez held onto the ropes! It only takes a few moments
for Core to get back to a vertical base, but he’s not there for long as Rodriguez catches him with a HEADSCISSORS TAKEDOWN!

MURCIELAGO: The C.A.B.S wannabes are getting back into this match now, Martinez.

ROB MARTINEZ: One slip from John X Core is all the Nation of Innovation needed. This match is anybody’s for the taking now!

Woozy, Core uses the ropes to get back to his feet once more, but Rodriguez is ready with a DRAGON SUPLEX! Bridged for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THREENOOO! SAVE BY NICK EVERHARDT!

And it’s enough to bring Jeremy Daines into the ring as he takes Everhardt down with a Thesz press! Alan Stone is distracted by the ruckus as Rodriguez
slides out of the ring and grabs a chair! He’s back in the ring like a flash, waiting for John X Core to get back to his feet…

ROB MARTINEZ: No, not again! He can’t use a chair to get his team disqualified again!

MURCIELAGO: The referee ain’t looking, Martinez. It’s all legal!

The crowd are booing as Rodriguez rears the chair back behind his head — AND TOSSES IT OUT OF THE RING! To a huge cheer from the crowd, I might add! But
John X Core doesn’t know what’s just happened — BUNGIE Jump! And a second later he’s locked in the Koji Clutch for good measure. Daines and Everhardt
tumble out of the ring, as referee Alan Stone turns his attention back to the action in the ring – WHERE RODRIGUEZ IS TAPPING OUT!

JENNY JERSEY: The winners of the match, NICK EVERHARDT AND JOHN X CORE!

ROB MARTINEZ: John X Core picking up his first victory here in REBEL Pro with a submission over Enrique Rodriguez as the Nation of Innovation come up short
again.

MURCIELAGO: All because that fool, Rodriguez punked out! A chair shot would have sorted this match for the Nation.

Meanwhile, in the ring, Rodriguez is being helped back to his feet by John X Core, who once again extends his hand in a show of sportsmanship. And it’s
accepted by Rodriguez!

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***DVD EXTRA***

Earlier in the night….

Mikey Massacre and Barbara are sitting on a bench backstage at the arena. Massacre is wearing a blue and green jogging suit that is faded to the point of
almost gray and at least two sizes too small. Barbara is wearing a short black dress. Her curly black hair is tied up in a bun. They are holding hands.
Mikey: Are you sure you want to come out with me?

Barbara: Like I told you before Sands and Slams, I want Manny to see me and know that he didn’t faze me. Besides, Garrett said if I wear this cute outfit,
wear this barbed wire around my thigh and go by the name ‘Barb’ he would throw me fifty bucks. Easy enough!

Mikey: Well, as long as he doesn’t have you dancing at one of his clubs, I suppose that’s okay.

Mikey smirks and Barb rolls her eyes.

Barb: Oh, please. Like that’ll ever happen!

Mikey: Well, I really don’t think Manny will try anything. He is just going to try to get a rise out of you. And I’ll be right there if he does try anything.
Barb: I know you will be. I’m not scared of him.

Alan the Janitor walks by, pushing a mop bucket.

Alan: Barbara! Are you seriously going out there again?

Barb: Dad, yes, I told you that I was. I want Manny to see I am not scared of him! Otherwise he would keep trying to scare me as long as he chasing after
Mikey’s title.

Alan: Mikey, how the hell can you let her do this?

Mikey: Alan, it’s not up to me. Or you. It’s her decision.

Alan: God dammit! I don’t know why I ever introduced you two! This contract signing is pure bullshit! Garrett is just doing this so the fans can see a brawl
between you two!

Mikey: Alan, I am not going to brawl with Manny. I am not going to let Barb get hurt.

Alan storms off.

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

The bruising metal of Killswitch Engage fires up as the lights go dim. The crowd buzzes nervously as a massive, coverall clad man stalks through the curtain.
His face is covered by a ghost-white hockey mask…

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first! Standing six-feet, seven inches tall and weighing three-hundred ten pounds… fighting out of Crystal Lake, this is JASON!
The crowd is too stunned to really cheer or boo, whispering to one another as this enigmatic behemoth steps over the top rope into the ring, almost soundlessly.
ROB MARTINEZ: We have only seen this… man… once before, and that was in the Bunkhouse Stampede where he absolutely dominated. It took the combined efforts
of top NAPW and REBEL talent to put JASON over the top rope, and even then he still never left his feet!

MURCIELAGO: For sure, that fool Warren is gonna get himself killed right here. Kids got balls, but no brains.

ROB MARTINEZ: Indeed, for some reason we cannot fathom, Warren CHOSE this match, which was originally going to be part of last weeks Sand & Slams card.
It couldn’t happen last week so here it is tonight, and Murcielago I have to agree with you… I don’t know what Warren could have been thinking.

JASON awaits his opponent in the ring motionlessly, head tilted slightly backwards…

“We’re not gonna take it!
No, we ain’t gonna take it!
We’re not gonna take it…
ANYMORRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEE!”

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent! Standing five-foot nine weighing one-hundred eighty-seven pounds… from out front of your local Circle K! This! Is! WARREN!
As Twisted Sister roars, the crowd comes to their feet and cheers REBEL Pro’s lovable loser, the ultimate slacker, the spandex clad WARREN! The W-Man comes
out and runs and around the ring, slapping every outstretched hand, diving in and popping up on the second turnbuckle where he air guitars outrageously.
ROB MARTINEZ: Warren showing no fear of this… mountain of a man…

MURCIELAGO: You ain’t call that a man, that shit ain’t normal.

ROB MARTINEZ: Whether it’s bravery or foolishness, Warren isn’t easily intimidated… he wants a handshake?

The referee has run the bell and Warren walks up to the motionless JASON, sticking out a hand with a big grin on his face. “Let’s have a good match, dude!”
JASON doesn’t even respond, except for the eyes which flicker downwards to Warren. Warren shakes the hand up and down —

WHAMMO!

JASON punches Warren in the head so hard Warren flies backwards some six feet, crashing down into the corner. Slowly, relentlessly, JASON moves forwards
towards Warren, who is picking himself up over his feet and swatting away the birdies. He turns around — only to take another brutal right hand sending
him into the corner. Warren sags backwards as JASON wraps two huge hands around Warren’s throat, choking the life out of him! The referee tells JASON to
get it out of the corner, he won’t end the match with Warren in the ropes, but his words seem to have little effect on JASON…

ROB MARTINEZ: Finally JASON lets go of the choke, but I don’t think it’s because of anything the referee said! The power of this creature, it’s unbelievable!
MURCIELAGO: I ain’t never seen anything like this, Martinez.

ROB MARTINEZ: Warren tries a punch! He’s coming back… the shots having ZERO effect! And OH MY GOD, what a clothesline! Warren flipped head over heels
as JASON… almost literally took his head off!

The crowd is awed, even scared as JASON just stands tall, looking down at his opponent like so much “prey.” He reaches down and pulls Warren up by the scruff
of the neck, the W-Man clearly on dream street. So when JASON wraps his thick arms around Warren and squeezes for dear life, it’s all Warren can do to
scream in pain…

But JASON doesn’t want to crush the life out of him, he wants to destroy! He hauls Warren’s limp body up and SLAMS it down to the canvas with tremendous
power. Warren arches up, holding his back in pain, as JASON stands tall.

MURCIELAGO: Cover the man, fool!

ROB MARTINEZ: Does JASON even realize that he has to win by pinfall… does he even care?!

Warren crawls to the ropes, reaching out, just trying to get AWAY, AWAY from the monster. He is halfway up when clutching hands are around him once again.
A big shot knocks Warren down, he gets picked back up. Another stiff shot. Warren starts to get up, no idea where he is, as JASON holds him by the throat
with one hand. Suddenly, roughly, JASON bends Warren over and sets him up… what is this?

BLUE THUNDER BOMB — He calls this THE FINAL CHAPTER —

WAIT! Warren desperately flips over top of JASON! Sunset flip? Warren trying to wrench JASON over…

and it ain’t happening. JASON reaches down with both hands and grabs Warren in a double-choke, pulling him up to his feet. Warren’s face is turning blue
as he vainly struggles in the iron grip of the monster.

So he does the only thing he could possibly do.

AND KICKS JASON AS HARD AS HE CAN IN THE BALLS.

ROB MARTINEZ: Warren with a DESPERATION, and I do mean DESPERATION LOW BLOW! And that has actually hurt the creature JASON!

MURCIELAGO: Monsters balls be sensitive too, fo real.

ROB MARTINEZ: Warren grabs JASON by the head, runs up the turnbuckles — THE MICROWAVE BURRITO BUSTER! CONNECTS, COVER, ONE, TWO, THREE! WARREN WINS! WARREN
WINS! OH MY GOD!

JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner… WARREN!

Warren rolls cialis daily out of the ring, in as much shock as these fans. JASON does the ZOMBIE SIT-UP but it’s too late, the Burrito Buster after the ballshot kept
him down just long enough! A battered and bruised Warren dives over the guardrail into the front row, the fans holding him up as he raises a weary arm
high in victory!

Can you believe it, Warren beats the monster!

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Rob Martinez is standing in the middle of the ring, microphone in hand. There is a table setup in the middle of the ring with a chair on either side. In
the middle of the table is the contract.

ROB MARTINEZ: Ladies and gentleman, it is now time for the contract signing! Next month at American Anarchy, Mikey Massacre and Manny X will go head-to-head
in REBEL’s first ever AMBULANCE MATCH!

The fans pop!

ROB MARTINEZ: Because of the violent nature of the contest, Rick Garrett has ordered both competitors to sign a contract waiving all liability should either
of them sustain life-threatening injuries. Introducing first, Maaaannny X!

“Jerkoff” by TOOL cues up and the fans begin to let Manny know who they are in support of by booing and hissing. Manny X emerges from the curtain, he has
a sick, evil look on his face. He enters the ring and stares at Martinez, who takes a few steps back. He sits down in a chair, staring at the entrance.
ROB MARTINEZ: And the Carolinas’ Champion… Miiiikey Massacre!

“Let It Go” by Def Leppard plays as Mikey Massacre and Barb emerge, holding hands to some serious cheering. Mikey has the Carolinas belt draped over a shoulder.
He is staring intently at Manny. Barb looks a little nervous and it is obvious she is trying to mask her feelings. He nods at the fans and lets out a few
smiles, but seems more serious than usual. He enters the ring, eyes still on Manny. He pulls his chair out from the table and puts it behind him and offers
it to Barb. She smiles and sits. Mikey stands at the opposite end of the table from Manny.

Manny is staring at Barb who looks a little unsettled. Mikey moves so that his gaze is blocked. Manny moves his chair so he can stare at Barb. He stares
at her. Mikey moves again, blocking his stare.

ROB MARTINEZ: Manny, are you prepared to sign the contract?

Manny looks up at Rob for a second, then slowly stands. He grabs the microphone.

MANNY X: Martinez… Go back to the announcers’ table.

Martinez shakes his head no.

MANNY X: Well, I am going to fuck Barbara brains out and your not invited!

Manny takes off his shirt and throws it out of the ring. He smiles at Barb and begins taking off his pants. Mikey looks angry! But he is remaining still.
Manny is now in his underwear. He begins walking towards Barb, rubbing his crotch area. Mikey moves to block him.

MANNY X: No, No, Michael. Your time is done. I am going to put it right on top of her forehead.

Mikey loses it! He head butts Manny! Manny staggers back. Mikey clotheslines him to the ground! Manny is laughing maniacally. This is what he wanted! Mikey
grabs the pen off of the table. He jams it into Manny’s forehead as Manny tries to stand. Blood starts dripping down Manny’s face. Mikey takes Manny’s
bloody forehead and rubs it on the contract. Manny is laughing and allowing Mikey to do it! He’s not fighting back! The contract is covered in Manny’s
blood! Now Mikey signs the contract himself with the bloody ink! Manny continues to laugh! Mikey grabs Barb by the hand and they exit the ring, walking
slowly down the aisle, facing Manny who remains in the ring laughing.

Manny blows a kiss at Barb! He takes the pen and he’s pretending to inject it into his arm, mocking what he tried to do to Barb a few weeks ago with the
needle. Mikey tells Barb to go backstage. She is shaking her head no. She stands her ground as Mikey runs back to the ring! The fans are chanting his name!
Mikey and Manny are exchanging blows in the middle of the ring! Martinez flees.

Manny gains the upperhand on Mikey. A kick to the jaw! Another! He whips him off of the ropes and towards the opposite ropes but Mikey reverses into a short-arm
clothesline! Manny ducks it and gets behind Mikey. Katahajime! He has it locked in… Katahajime suplex through the table!! OH MY GOD! Mikey’s out!

Manny leaves the ring and runs at Barb who turns around and tries to run away but her heels are preventing her from making a quick exit. Manny grab her
and smears his blood on her face and neck. He is yelling “Put it right on top of your forehead, put it right on top of your forehead!” Mikey is down, his
neck twisted from that vicious suplex! Here comes… Mr. Hollywood from behind the curtain? What is he doing? He nails Manny with the Director’s Cut, saving
Barb from whatever sick things Manny was going to do! He helps her to her feet and is helping her to the back.

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Godsmack hits the gymnasium. It starts out too loud but one of the techies realizes it and and turns it to the right volume. The crowd first cheers because
they know it is time for the qualifier between arguably the most loved REBEL superstar and unarguably the most hated REBEL superstar… then, as they begin
thinking of the latter one, the mood changes and they begin giving him incredible heat.

JENNY JERSEY: Weighing in tonight at three hundred and seventeen pounds. From Rochester, New York…”THE DEVASTATOR” KURT CASTLE!

Castle doesn’t pay any attention to the booing soldiers and their loves ones. He just jogs right to the ring and climbs in and begins stretching against
the ropes.

The tempo changes though when “Cocky” viagra online legal by Kid Rock hits the speakers. Even those who have good taste and hate the song nonetheless cheer for the popular
two-time, two-time REBEL champion.

“They say I’m COCKY And I say WHAT? It ain’t braggin’ mother fucker if you back it up!”

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent, from Paducah Kentucky and fighting out of Durham, North Carolina! Weighing in at two-hundred thirty pounds… He is the
former two-time REBEL World Heavyweight Champion, two-time Carolina’s champion… “THE SHOW!” CHAD KURTIS!

And the loudest pop we have heard all night! And these are some of the toughest people around, many of whom are on leave at the base, and able to buy duty-free
alcohol and their combined cheers nearly blow the roof off of the gymnasium which would be terrible because people would probably think Norfolk had been
attacked. “The Show” greets the soldiers, saluting to a few as he makes his way to ringside, soaking in and honored by the tremendous ovation he is receiving
from the soldiers, many of whom are both REBEL and NAPW fans.

ROB MARTINEZ: And the bell rings! What a match-up this’ll be!

The two opponents circling each other. A once bitter rivalry has been reborn over the past few weeks on Rebel rock canyon pharmacy Pro Dot Com and both of these men would love
to gain the initial advantage, especially with a title shot on the line. Castle and Kurtis staring into each other’s eyes, trying to figure out what the
other is thinking. Kurtis goes in for a tie-up and Castle explodes with a knee to the gut! Another! Now he’s laying his massive forearms down on the small
of Kurtis’ back. But Kurtis lifts his head and pushes Castle’s arms away. A few quick elbows to Castle’s head. Kurtis runs back, off of the ropes, goes
for a running scissorkick but Castle ducks it. Now Castle is running, off the ropes, goes for a clothesline but Kurtis ducks underneath. Kurtis is behind
Castle. A dropkick to the back of Castle’s knee and he’s on his back! Kurtis drops an elbow but Castle rolls out of the way. Castle is back to his feet
and goes for an elbow drop of his own but this time it’s Kurtis who moves. Both men back to their feet at the same time. Castle goes for a lock-up but
Kurtis shoots underneath, at his knees. Castle drops down on top of Kurtis’ back and locks his waist. Castle pulls him up…

ROB MARTINEZ: Castle’s strength is UNCANNY!

MURCIELAGO: But so is the speed of THE SHOW. Don’t think I’ve ever wrestled anybody quicker.

ROB MARTINEZ: Wow. No sarcasm there?

MURCIELAGO: You’re good-looking and intelligent.

He’s trying to powerbomb him from that position! He has him up but Kurtis is trying to wiggle free. He kicks Castle in the head, breaks free, spins around
and takes down the big man with a headscissors! But Castle is quick to his feet. Kurtis charges forward for a lariat, but Castle ducks it. He grabs Kurtis…
side slam! Cover! One! And Kurtis with a shoulder up!

Castle standing and bringing Kurtis up with him. A scoop and a slam back down to the mat. He runs off of the ropes, jumps in the air… splash on Kurtis,
but Kurtis rolls out of the way just in time! He gets to his feet, standing moonsault onto the back of Castle but Castle was beginning to stand and the
moonsault doesn’t push him down! He grabs the back of Kurtis’ neck with his arms. He’s standing up with Kurtis on his back! A wicked snapmare while standing!
Kurtis is arching in back, gritting his teeth from the impact. Now Castle is off of the ropes and he knows he can land the splash this time! And he does!
One! Tw–no! A kickout before the two count! Castle pulls Kurtis up, knows he is going to have to inflict a whole lot more damage in order to get the three.
He hooks him for another side slam but Kurtis is elbowing Castle in the gut. Kurtis swings his legs up in the air and catches the backs of his feet on
Castle’s shoulders and uses his abdomen strength to pull himself up! He is on Castle’s shoulders, punching away!

ROB MARTINEZ: His agility is UNCANNY!

MURCIELAGO: Let me guess, uncanny is your Dictionary.com word of the day?

But no! Castle resists and is able to pull Kurtis back up with his arms and delivers a mean powerbomb! A cover! One! Two! And Kurtis gets a shoulder up.
ROB MARTINEZ: Castle has truly been DEVASTATING Kurtis in the opening minutes of this bout!

MURCIELAGO: You had that written down, didn’t you? Woke up in the middle of the night and jotted that one down while the Mrs. kept sleeping?

Castle pulling Kurtis back to his feet. Looks like he is going to give him ANOTHER power bomb! But Curtis is fighting again! And this time he is able to
hit the Frankensteiner! Castle is quickly back to his feet, though… but Kurtis is off of the ropes and nails Castle with a scissorkick! Castle is down
but once again rising quickly. Kurtis off of the opposite ropes, going for another scissorkick. But he never should have tried the same move twice because
Castle catches him! BACK DROP DRIVER! Another cover! One! Two! And yet ANOTHER kickout from Kurtis!

ROB MARTINEZ: Or maybe that was sound strategy… Castle would expect a different move from Kurtis since “The Show” has probably the most versatile collection
of moves in all of REBEL… so if Castle expects that, then it makes sense to–

MURCIELAGO: Don’t try to put your feeble little mind in theirs.

ROB MARTINEZ: That’s what they pay me to do!

MURCIELAGO: I know. Given your lack of talent, it’s amazing you aren’t watching this at some strip club somewhere. You’ve been very lucky.

ROB MARTINEZ: That is the closest you have ever come to a compliment.

MURCIELAGO: Please don’t take it as anything remotely in the neighborhood of a compliment. I think you suck.

Kurtis is hurting but Castle is equally exhausted from trying to put Kurtis away. Castle is a large man which has its advantages but it also has his disadvantages.
He gets to his feet. Kurtis is using the ropes to pull himself up. Castle walks over to Kurtis, hooking a waistlock. Probably some type of suplex. But
Kurtis springs to life and is elbowing his way out of it! He turns around and is delivering rights up to Castle. Castle staggers back. Kurtis turns around,
towards the ropes, he’s up in the air, off of the ropes! Showtime! Showtime!

ROB MARTINEZ: Where did he get the energy for that move? That might have been when the tide turns in this bout!

MURCIELAGO: Those high-flying shananigans only work for so long. Eventually pure brawl wins over it. It might not look as pretty, but it always comes out
on top.

But that took a lot out of Kurtis. He was on reserves when he hit that move. But he is getting to his feet before Castle. Castle tries to stand… Kurtis
hits him with a Shining Wizard and he is back down. Kurtis is pumping up! You can almost see his energy levels rising back up!

ROB MARTINEZ: If this was a video game, we would see his health meter rising.

MURCIELAGO: Did you really just say that? Seriously?

Kurtis walks over to Castle. Standing shooting star press! A cover! One! Two! And Castle kicks out! Kurtis is going up top as Castle slowly works his way
to his feet! Castle is up… but back down after a missile dropkick halfway across the ring! Kurtis waits in the corner as Castle stands… charges forward
with a clothesline and sends the big man to the outside! Castle lands on the gym floor. He’s on his back. Kurtis runs off of the ropes, leaps over the
top-rope and lands a SENTON on THE DEVASTATOR!

ROB MARTINEZ: Listen to these FANS! They are the THE LOUDEST they have been ALL NIGHT! They LOVE THE SHOW and they LOVE REBEL!

MURCIELAGO: Don’t get me wrong, these are some of the toughest, smartest people in the world watching this event tonight, but something tells me they love
REBEL a whole lot more when they don’t have to listen to your commentary. I hope this base has mute buttons in every room.

ROB MARTINEZ: Well, then, they’d be muting you, too.

MURCIELAGO: Those DVDs aren’t out yet. But, since your mentioning it, REBEL fans, keep an eye out June the first for my debut alongside this clown. Finally
the fans have a medium by which to express their utter disgust with your play-by-play: ME.

Kurtis is reaching under the ring now. He pulls out a table. He is setting it up! He walks over to Castle and is picking him up while stopping to drop forearms
into his back. He is putting him on the table, but Castle fights back! He hits Kurtis with a right! Now a headbutt! Another! Kurtis staggers back, Castle
lariats him over the guard rail! But Castle is hurting. He grabs a chair as Kurtis rises… and CRASHES it down over “The Show”‘s head! He reaches over
and grabs Kurtis, dragging him back over the rail. Now he’s delivering forearms to Kurtis’ back. Dragging him toward the table as if he is going to set
him up for a move through it. He hooks him around the waist… belly to belly maybe? But no! Kurtis elbows out of it! REVERSE STO on the HARD FLOOR!

ROB MARTINEZ: There is no way to soften that BLOW! Let the critics of professional wrestling say what they will, THAT is PAINFUL!

MURCIELAGO: No shit. You find me a REBEL wrestler without a scar–well, maybe that little pussy Daines or whatever his little runt of a tag team partner
is called–and I’ll give you one-hundred bucks. Seriously, that’s a fucking challenge. Most of them are total trash, but they get the shit kicked out of
them and these fans here appreciate it. They wouldn’t accept crap wrestling.

Both men are down! Kurtis slowly rising to his feet. Now Castle is. Kurtis jumps up onto the ring apron! Asai moonsault takes them both down again! Kurtis
is getting back up. Rolls into the ring. Off of the ropes… suicide plancha but Castle catches his head! He holds him up in the air, glaring at the booing
crowd! Kurtis can’t do anything to prevent it! ELEVATED DDT!

“The Show” is busted open!

ROB MARTINEZ: OH… MY… GOD!

Kurtis rolls him into the ring! He’s going for a cover! One! Two! Thr–NO! NO! Kurtis with a shoulder up at the last possible nanosecond! Castle gets to
his feet and brings Kurtis with him. He whips him into the corner hard and Kurtis flips in mid-air and hits the entire BACKSIDE of his BODY on the TURNBUCKLES!
Kurtis is up and staggering around, his back arched in pain… and he is sent back down by a VICIOUS lariat from CASTLE! Castle pulls him back up immediately,
hoists him up… RUNNING POWERSLAM!

ROB MARTINEZ: Does Kurtis have ANYTHING left in his RESERVES? ANYTHING? If it was anyone else I would probably say NO WAY!

He flips Kurtis over… he sits on the small of his back… he’s going for the TRUTH SERUM!

MURCIELAGO: Well, if he had anything left, it’s gonna be gone in about two seconds. Looks like Castle’ll be joining the Four Way at American Anarchy next
month.

In the MIDDLE of the RING! He has it locked in! Kurtis is resisting!

Kurtis reaches back with his hands and grips Castle’s ankles. He’s trying to break the hold, trying to sweep Castle’s legs and force him on his back but
it’s proving tough! Can he withstand the pressure from the TRUTH SERUM?

ROB MARTINEZ: THE SHOW hates to tap! He has too much pride! But no one can stand the Truth Serum for much longer!

He did it! He did it! Kurtis pulled on Castle’s ankles forcing Castle on his back! The hold has been broken! My God! Kurtis somehow flips backwards and
rolls up Castle! Castle’s neck and shoulders are pinned and Kurtis is standing, holding his legs in place! One! Two! Thr–NO! NO! A kickout! Just barely!
Castle surely didn’t see THAT coming!

ROB MARTINEZ: Chad Kurtis knows more wrestling holds than ANY OTHER WRESTLER on the SCENE! For a guy, eighty pounds less than The Devastator, to be able
to pull out something like that speaks VOLUMES about REBEL’s two-time World and two-time Carolina’s champion!

MURCIELAGO: Brief title reigns. Overrated. But I digress…

Kurtis drops a quick leg drop on Castle before he can regain his composure! Now he’s off of the ropes, somersault, back up to his feet.. rolling somersault
knee drop onto the SKULL of CASTLE! Kurtis grabbing his head in pain. Now Kurtis is applying a neck scissors to Castle, trying to slow the big man down
and change the tempo of the match.

ROB MARTINEZ: I like the strategy here. He knows he needs to slow down the pace of the match because it is currently in Castle’s favor. The momentum is
with Castle. If he is going to switch things around, he needs to weaken Castle and regain his own composure. That’s what this move does.

MURCIELAGO: Once again, my sidekick interjects with his completely obvious comments. I might as well be sitting out here with that little kid I see sitting
on her dad’s shoulders over there.

He is really wrenching his legs, trying to squeeze the remaining wind out of Castle. He finally lets go after nearly a minute. Kurtis is going outside of
the ring and grabbing that steel chair from earlier. He’s back in the ring. Castle is up on a knee, holding his throat trying to get some oxygen in his
lungs. Kurtis lines up and swings the chair at Castle’s head! Castle is dazed but does not fall! ANOTHER SWING! Now Castle is down! He’s on his back. Kurtis
puts the steel chair right over his face. He climbs outside the ropes but stays on the apron.

ROB MARTINEZ: THE SHOW is the KING of the SPRINGBOARD!

MURCIELAGO: Do you wanna kiss his ass a little more there, guy? You working on commission or somethin’?

Springboard 450 Splash onto the chair! The PRIME TIME! Oh my God! That hurt Kurtis’ abdomen as he is rolling around, clutching it. Castle is busted open
now, very much out of it. Kurtis manages to roll on top!

ROB MARTINEZ: THIS IS IT!

One! Two! Thre–NO! NO! Castle manages to kick out! Kurtis can’t believe it! The soldiers are in shock. They thought that was it! Kurtis slow to his feet,
takes Castle’s head. He’s going for the CK Finale!

MURCIELAGO: If he hits this, then it’s over. Every time you guess a match is over, Rob, you’re wrong. Let me do the predicting from now on.

My God, he hits it! One! Two! Three! NO! NO! Castle got a foot on the ropes! Kurtis was too close! Kurtis is so upset with himself. He grabs Castle’s leg,
drags him back into the middle of the ring. Makes the cover again!

MURCIELAGO: Dammit.

One! Two! NO! NO! Castle kicks out! Kurtis pulls Castle up. Waistlock. But Castle is fighting! He is elbowing the head of Kurtis! He breaks free and spins
around! GERMAN SUPLEX! He arches for the pin! One! Two! Three–NO! NO! A kickout by Kurtis just in time! Both men slowly rising. Castle with a right! Kurtis
with a right! Kurtis with a knife edge chop! Castle with a knife edge chop! Castle with a punch but Kurtis blocks it. A punch of his own! Another! “The
Show” spins around.. rolling elbow to Castle and the big man staggers. ANOTHER one and the big man is down!

ROB MARTINEZ: A lot of near falls in this match! EITHER ONE of these guys could pull it off!

Kurtis goes for Castle’s legs but Castle kicks him back WITH AUTHORITY and Kurtis lands HARD! Kurtis back up as Castle is on all fours… Le Majistral Cradle!
One! Two! Three–NO! NO! Castle kicks out! Kurtis pulling Castle up but Castle grabs him and… SHORT ARM CLOTHESLINE! Kurtis down. Castle picks him up,
whips him HARD into the CORNER! He runs in for a SPLASH!

MURCIELAGO: If either of these guys had any smarts at all they’d grab that chair and use it or take advantage of that table still setup at ringside. But
they don’t.

Kurtis doesn’t have time to fall on his own from the corner splash because Castle whips him! Castle grabs him for a flapjack. But Kurtis rolls in mid-air
and grabs the back of Castle’s head! WHAT A NECKBREAKER! The fans are going crazy!

ROB MARTINEZ: What a REVERSAL! I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything like it!

Kurtis knows he has to act fast if he wants to end this match. He pulls Castle up and brings him outside the ropes with him. They stay on the apron. Castle
is out of it! He is going to give him the CK FINALE through that table on the outside!

ROB MARTINEZ: I think you and I are in agreement that it’s over now.

MURCIELAGO: Yup.

He has him up! This it! No! Not yet! Castle is kicking his legs, trying to get out of it! He lands his feet. OH MY GOD! He picks up “THE SHOW” in a Gorilla
Press! OH MY GOD! He launches him into the ring and Kurtis’ head NAILS the TURNBUCKLE and Kurtis flies back!

ROB MARTINEZ: That was SICK!

MURCIELAGO: My type of move right there. Throw the asshole as far as you can and make sure he hits his head as hard as possible. That’s how these matches
are won.

The fans are going crazy, half of them chanting “RE-BEL! Re-BEL!,” the others booing Castle. They thought Kurtis was about to end the match! Kurtis is up,
staggering about, the wound on his forehead busted open worse than before. Castle steps in between the ropes. Kurtis stumbles right into the arms of Castle!
BELLY-TO-BELLY OVER THE TOP-ROPE THROUGH THE TABLE! OH MY GOD!

MURCIELAGO: Castle took my advice. And that’s why he’ll win!

ROB MARTINEZ: Kurtis was trying to use the table too!

MURCIELAGO: Spoke only when spoken to.

Castle quickly goes outside and throws Kurtis in. The fans are yelling at him but he ignores them. His eyes are on the prize. He rolls in after Kurtis,
hooks a leg. One! Two! Three! That’s IT! Kurt Castle has won!

ROB MARTINEZ: What a match! WHAT A MATCH! Kurt Castle will advance to the FOUR WAY DANCE at AMERICAN ANARCHY next month!

MURCIELAGO: These two guys will have to go at it again soon. This war isn’t over.

ROB MARTINEZ: It definitely isn’t! Castle is putting “The Show” in the Truth Serum! What is he DOING? This match is OVER!

MURCIELAGO: That’s Castle’s thing. He breaks the contender trophy over Roberts’ head. He nails Kurtis with the steel chair after a match. Now he’s putting
him in the Truth Serum. The guy has fucking balls. Out of my playbook, but whatever. Fucking balls.

Castle is ignoring the ringing of the bell and wrenching back on Kurtis’ head and neck. Blood is flowing down Kurtis’ face. And Castle’s face, for that
matter. Here comes Blood! No, not the blood down their faces, the REBEL wrestler… BLOOD! He’s in the ring. In lieu of his staff he has a steel chair
and he is threatening Castle with it, telling him to release Kurtis! Castle slowly releases the hold. He gets up, staring across the ring at Blood. Blood,
keeping his eyes on Castle as Castle walks back up the aisle. Blood is making sure Castle doesn’t do anything else. Castle doesn’t. He allows the referee
to raise his arm in victory, ignoring the boos being thrown around the gymnasium. One-thousand people are booing Kurt Castle: the most hated man in REBEL
Pro Wrestling.

Blood helps Chad up and offers his hand to shake. Chad is groggy and exhausted but shakes it. Blood helps Chad to the back as the fans chant “SHOW!” “SHOW!”
“SHOW!”

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JENNY JERSEY: The following contest is one fall, and for the REBEL WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP!

“Screams of the Undead” fill the ears of our Military as Thomas Young enters the gym. He gets a mixed reaction and slaps hands with a few fans on the way
to the ring. He seems super focused and wants badly to regain the title he held last year at this time.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, the challengers. Coming to the ring first, from Hollywood, Florida, weighing in at two-hundred-thirty-five pounds… THOMAS
YOUNG!

“All That Remains” begins to play and out walks Young’s little brother, Jeff James. The crowd give him a very nice ovation. He enters the ring, bumps fists
with Young and runs the ropes a bit.

JENNY JERSEY: And his partner, also from Hollywood, Florida. He weighed at two hundred and five pounds… JEFF JAMES!

“With a Little Help From My Friends” and boom, the champs are in the house. Stone is getting more signs, more cheers and seems to smile about it. Assman
gets his thunderous ovation as one of most popular men ever to enter REBEL comes out. The gold belts placed firmly around their waists. They bump knuckles
with Young and James, who immediately make the belt sign around their own waists. Assman raises on finger and shakes it, telling them NO!

JENNY JERSEY: And their opponents. They weigh in at a combined four hundred and four pounds. They are the current reigning and defending REBEL TAG TEAM
CHAMPIONS OF THE WORLD! Mike “Assman” Trey, Stone Zellor… THE BLACK UNDERGROUND RAILROAD!

ROB MARTINEZ: We have the longest Tag team champion on one team, and the man to hold it the most times on the other.

MURCIELAGO: But only one man has it, and that’s all that matters.

ROB MARTINEZ: Maybe the Railroad have stopped the hot potato game with the belts and will hang on for a second defense.

MURCIELAGO: Both teams are focused, should be fun watching them tear themselves up.

Dale McDonald signals for the bell as Trey and Young each step out to their respective corners. James and Zellor circle each other, looking for the right
position, and the lock up. James take the advantage as he forces Zellor in to the ropes. James releases the hold and backs off with a smirk on his face.
Zellor approaches the center of the ring, and they again lock up. Zellor quickly floats behind with a hammerlock…and he has James in a standing headlock.
Zellor struggles to break James’ grip, but James whips him to the mat still holding the headlock. He yanks back on Zellor’s neck. Zellor shifts his weight
and grabs James with a scissors hold on the head. The referee checks on James, but James is quick to flip on top of Zellor for a jackknife pin.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

MURCIELAGO: Going really early with the pin, he must be as stupid as he brother.

James hops back to his feet, as does Zellor. James attempts another lock up, but Zellor ducks behind and grabs him with a rear waist lock. James with a
back elbow, but Zellor dodges…another attempt, and Zellor dodges again! James uses his power to force Zellor back first in to the corner! Young makes
a quick tag with James. Young pulls Zellor out of the corner and plants him with a back breaker, holding him across his knee. James climbs to the top turnbuckle
and hits a vicious moonsault knee drop! Young quickly makes the cover, hooking the leg!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

ROB MARTINEZ: That was close! Zellor got his shoulder up just in time!

MURCIELAGO: It won’t be that easy to beat the champions, Rob! They came here ready for this match!

Young picks Zellor back up and grabs him with a double underhook. He lifts Zellor in to the air, but Zellor somehow counters the move in to an arm drag!
Young is quick to his feet and comes at Zellor with a clothesline, but Zellor ducks it… Young turns back to Zellor…high knee lift! Zellor hits the
far ropes, clothesline! Zellor grabs Young by the wrist and drags him to his corner. He tags in Trey and lifts Young up…atomic drop. Trey passes by…neckbreaker!
He makes the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

MURCIELAGO: Trey with a neckbreaker, but it wasn’t enough to put Young away! If I’d done that move, it’d be over!

ROB MARTINEZ: I think it’s still a little too early in the match to get a pinfall. Neither team has really been worn down!

Trey lifts Young back to his feet and flips him over with a snapmare. He applies a rear chin lock and the referee checks on Young. He reaches back and tags
in Zellor. Trey brings Young back to his feet as Zellor grabs his arm and applies an arm wrench. Trey steps back out to the apron as Zellor quickly locks
in a hammerlock on Young. Zellor floats forward…russian leg sweep! He flips Young over and applies a reverse armbar!

ROB MARTINEZ: Excellent chain wrestling from Stone Zellor here!

MURCIELAGO: Well, him and Trey have isolated Young in their corner, and they are showing him why they are the World Tag Team Champions! Remember when I
put him through those tables?

The referee checks on Young, but he’s not ready to give up. Zellor realizes that Young isn’t going to quit. He places Young’s arm between his legs and reaches
for a crossface, but Young is able to roll over, hooking the leg for a pin!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

MURCIELAGO: Another near fall, these guys need to be patient.

ROB MARTINEZ: Very eager to get the win, and take home the gold.

Young tries to make it to his corner, but Zellor is able to tag in Trey. Trey nails Young from behind with a lariat. The crowd goes nuts as they cheer for
the Assman! Trey smirks, and he gives the crowd “The Wiggle”. He picks Young back up and drops him with a vertical suplex! He makes the lateral press!
ONE!

TWO!

NO!

ROB MARTINEZ: Young desperately needs the tag! He’s being dissected in the ring!

MURCIELAGO: Zellor and Trey have been making smart moves in this match.

Trey picks Young back up, and Young goes for the boot to the gut. Trey catches the boot…enziguri by Young! Both men are down in the center of the ring.
Both men begin to stir and crawl toward their corners. Trey reaches Zellor and makes the tag. Zellor is quick to get in to the ring and rushes after Young,
but Young is able to tag in James! James blocks a right hand from Zellor and connects with a right of his own! He quickly enters the ring and ducks a second
right from Zellor. James with a legsweep…Crash Landing! He picks Zellor back up and whips him to the corner. James follows in and he connects with a
knee lift! Zellor falls to his knees as James backs off…Shining Wizard…but Zellor ducks it! Zellor grabs a hold of the ankle and applies an ankle lock
submission! James rolls through launching Zellor towards Young on the apron, and Young hits him with a hard right!

Zellor stumbles back and meets a running cross-body block from James!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

ROB MARTINEZ: This match is back and forth, who knows who will win.

MURCIELAGO: The guys who leave with the belts!

James pulls Zellor up and brings him to the corner. He tags Young in but hits Zellor with a Flapjack as Young climbs in between the ropes. Young with a
Double Knee Facebreaker! The cover! That’s the Lung Blower Deluxe!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

Now that both Young and James are in the ring, Assman figures it’s okay if he does too. He grabs James from behind and throws him out of the ring! Now Young
is up. Assman blocks a punch. Blocks a second. A third! Assman with a knife edge chop! Another! He goes for the whip but it’s reversed by Young. Assman
spins around Young and hooks him with a rear waistlock. He trips him and falls on top of him. He holds him in a Full Nelson as Stone Zellor gets to his
feet. Zellor with a dropkick right into Young’s face!

ROB MARTINEZ: Young’s face just got rearranged on that shot.

MURCIELAGO: All four men are ugly as hell, so any damage done is negligible.

Assman rolls on top of Young and applies a camel clutch. Zellor with another dropkick to Young’s face! James is back up on the ring apron, unbeknownst to
the champions. He springboards up and catches Zellor around the neck as he stands. Hurricanrana roll-up!

ONE!

TWO!

NO! Assman drops an elbow, breaking it up. He pulls James up. European uppercut! Another! Whips him against the ropes and goes for a knee to the gut but
James jumps over his leg and rolls Assman up instead!

ONE!

TWO! Zellor goes to break it up but Young catches him with a STO!

Assman is able to kick out on his own! Assman and James both back to their feet. They lock-up. Assman pushes James into the corner. Meanwhile, Young just
hit his Young Cutter on Zellor! He goes for a cover!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

ROB MARTINEZ: Near fall bonanza tonight as these two teams go all out for tag gold.

Assman abandons James to pull Young off of his partner and fellow champion! But James has perched himself onto the top rope! A moonsault that takes down
Assman! Now he’s on top of Assman, pummeling him! He gets up and starts kicking the champ. The fans are starting to tire of that! An “Assman” chant starts
up!”

Young going for another big move on Zellor but Zellor with his trademark low blow! An eye gouge! A Pimp Slap! A knife edge chop! A right! A left! But Young
fires back with a chop so hard Zellor falls back down! But Zellor with a single-leg takedown! He digs the toe of his boot into Young’s eye! But here James
again! A springboard jump… Tidal Wave! TIDAL WAVE! Zellor is down!

ROB MARTINEZ: If he get rid of Assman this match is over!

MURCIELAGO: If is a big word for to little ass letters.

James runs at Assman but Assman back body drops over the top-rope! But he remains on the apron. He throws punches at the back of Assman’s head. He slingshots
Assman! Another springboard! He leaps at Assman but Assman catches him! And delivers a VICIOUS SPINEBUSTER! He picks him up. Going for his Snapmare Driver!
But here comes Young from behind! He grabs Trey for an inverted DDT! He NAILS it on his BENT KNEE! What a backbreacker! Meanwhile, Zellor has rolled to
the outside and is getting a steel chair!

James is getting to his feet and Zellor meets him with the chairshot! He hits him again! And again! He is going over to Young but Trey convinces him to
drop the chair and try something else. They pick up Young… Double Slingshot Suplex! Assman is DOING the Wiggle now!

Zellor is going up top! Diving headbutt to James?? He tells Assman to lay the chair against James’ skull first. Now he jumps off with the headbutt! A cover!
ONE!

TWO!

James kicks out somehow! Looks like that wounded Zellor too as he is holding his head. Assman picks up James, setting him for his Assassinator! But Young
has rolled over! He rolls up Assman from behind!

ONE!

TWO!

Assman kicks out!

MURCIELAGO: These chumps don’t won’t those belts bad enough. They do another near fall, I’m dragging Chet out the back and were going to be champs tonight!
Young grabs that steel chair and sets it up in the middle of the ring. As Assman stands, Young drop toe holds him onto the chair! But Zellor is back up,
he jumps up on top of the chair and uses it to propel his knee at Young! Young is up against the ropes! Zellor with a Discus Clothesline sending Young
to the ground below!

But here comes James! He nails Zellor with a Jumping Superkick as he turns around! Assman grabs James with the Assassinator though! A cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THRE-NO! NO!

MURCIELAGO: That’s it!

ROB MARTINEZ: You’re not going anywhere.. this match is at a fever pitch.

Young pulls his partner out of the ring just in time! Assman looks over at Zellor who is out of it. He decides there is only one thing to do. If his partner
was awake right now, he would do something that he can’t do right now… so Assman will do it for him! Assman picks up his partner launches him-with no regard
to the consequences-at the challengers! He knocks both of them over!

Now he’s doing the Wiggle again! The soldiers are eating it up! Many of them are even imitating him! The Assman goes to the outside as Young is slowly standing.
He uppercuts him back down! Now James… but he blocks the uppercut! Knee to Assman’s gut! Assman responds with a punch but James is still standing! Zellor
is up though and he finishes the job with an TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER on the HARD GROUND!

That took all of Zellor’s energy and now he is out of it. Assman picks up Young, headscissors, looks like a piledriver! He tries to get him but he can’t!
Young is fighting it! Young lifts him up with his head! He spins him around and lands his OMEGA DRIVER FINISHER! The SHADES OF DEATH 2.0! ON THE GROUND!
Young trying to summon the energy to roll Assman into the ring! He does it! He climbs in! Cover!

ONE!

TWO! Zellor is climbing up the turnbuckle!

THREE! NO! NO! Zellor with a SENTON at the LAST NANOSECOND!

Everyone is laid out! Zellor slowly standing. But so is James! James is up on the top rope! FOUR FIFTY SPLASH to ZELLOR before he can get up! UNBELIEVABLE!
He covers!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE-NO! NO! Zellor gets a FOOT on the ROPES!

James is now going up top! He is winded and is proceeding up slowly. Zellor is able to rise to his feet and is following him! Probably going for his shooting
star legdrop finisher! They are exchanging punches! Zellor with a Pimp Slap that makes James fall on top of the turnbuckle, his legs spread! He hooks him…
SUPERPLEX! Zellor gets to his feet. He pulls James up part of the way… and puts him in the SCAR! He has him LOCKED IN!

Will he tap?

Young is getting to his feet. He runs over to break it up! But here comes Assman out of nowhere with a SPEAR!

Zellor is yelling, applying as much pressure as possible! The ref is asking James what he wants to do! James is shaking his head NO!

But he’s growing weak. The referee can’t lift his arms because Zellor has them wrapped up in the underhook. Dale MacDonald has to use his own judgment here.
ROB MARTINEZ: James won’t tap out.. but he is not responding to Dale McDonald.

Stone lets go of it, and goes for the pin.

ONE!

TWO!

NO YOUNG

THREE!

NO KICK OUT!

JENNY JERSEY: The winners and STILL REBEL TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS OF THE WORLD.. THE BLACK UNDERGROUND RAILROAD!

All four men are in the ring now, and Stone and Assman offer handshakes to Thomas Young and Jeff James. James and Young refuse and walk off, rather mad
at the outcome. They get booed by the crowd, but then start cheering as Assman does some wiggles!

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“I WANT EVERYBODY IN THIS ROOM TO KNOW…YOU CAN’T WHOOP ME”

For the second time in a month, Prince Williams Darko is back on REBEL turf. He’s in a brown suit, but over his brown jacket is a red shirt, a tight red
shirt, it reads: “WORD IS KBOND” in white font. He also has shirts to share, because he’s pushing a shopping cart down towards the ring with red shirts
hanging from the sides and more folded ones inside the cart. The crowd stands and look around, and just like last week, a bit confused. Darko makes it
towards the ring, he looks around, scheming to find a way to enter the ring with the cart. He tries to lift the bottom rope, but it won’t work. He looks
around the ring, nothing. He shrugs his shoulders, then grabs hold of the cart, backs up, tosses it into the ring. The shirts fall out of the cart and
all over the ring. Darko shrugs again and enters the ring and demands a mic.

PRINCE DARKO: You see these mother fuckin’ shirts?

Darko bends down to pick one up, then holds it next to his face as he speaks.

PRINCE DARKO: Ain’t these shits sexy? Ain’t these mother fuckers witty? I know they are, I came up with these mother fuckers. I think everyone in this god
damn arena should have one. It’s my gift to you all, since I won’t be wrestlin’ tonight.(POP) The fuck are you assholes so happy about? This shit is a
travesty, me not wrestling, Christ, that’s horrible. But I ain’t tryna go against Doctors orders. I sprained my meat head last week through some intense
sex; that pussy was rigorous–no question.

PRINCE DARKO: Since I can’t wrestle for you shit heads tonight, I’d thought I’d introduce a good friend of mine to the ring, for the first time.

If the crowd was a bit confused before, they’re completely dumbfounded now.

PRINCE DARKO: KEVIN! “KBOND!” BONDSWORTH!

“You Won’t Ever Pound Me Song” by Akforty hits the arena, just moments before KBOND explodes through the curtains. The crowd is indifferent towards him,
they’re still studying him. Studying his height, his figure, his dark glasses, his tights, his boots, his gap, his extremely dark skin.

Darko begins to toss the red shirts at the crowd, they toss them right back at him.

PRINCE DARKO: He’s from where I’m from: Can’t Whoop Me Street and You Still Garbage Ave. in the great (BLEEP)’ Kingdom of Zamunda. At a height of Six feet
and Eight mother fuckin’ inches. And weighs in at Three-Hundred-Forty-Five pounds. And will step on your head with no fuckin’ remorse for it.

KBOND enters the ring, he stands right next to Darko.

ROB MARTINEZ: My god, he makes Darko look like a little kid next to him.

PRINCE DARKO: You see this man over here, he’s my enforcer, so the next time someone wants to get slick at the mouth, they’ll get that shit wired shut courtesy
of KBOND. Now, new fuckin’ policy, you want to get to me, you HAVE to get through HIM!

Darko pats KBOND’s shoulders.

PRINCE DARKO: KBOND, how about I show these poor, talent deprived jerks what you can really do?

KBOND begins to smile, exposing his bright white teeth and that small gap.

PRINCE DARKO: Alright, bring that Bill Price mother fucker out here.

Dreamweaver begins to blare through the arena. And just like last week, Darko assumes the position of being announcer again.

PRINCE DARKO: Bill “Still trash. Still Sorry. Still Garbage. Still Old. And would get his ass beaten the fuck up if we had a rematch.” Price. Who cares
how tall he is or how heavy he is; that shit doesn’t concern me, nor does it concern KBOND. Now does it?

KBOND looks over at Darko, smiling, showing his gap, he shakes his head, then looks over to Bill Price, who’s walking into the ring slowly. KBOND continues
to play if his hands, cracking knuckles, stretching fingers. He shakes his head, loosening up, he’s ready to go. Bill Price enters the ring. He walks over
to Darko and snatches the mic away from him. Darko motions retaliation, but is stopped by KBOND. He places his hand in front of Darko in a “I got this,
boss” fashion.

BILL PRICE: I’ll wrestle him, no problem, but where’s the ref.?

Darko takes off his “WORD IS KBOND” shirt, under his shirt is a ref’s shirt. Darko then tosses the red shirt to Bill’s face. Bill takes the shirt off and
the first thing he sees is KBOND rushing at him, decapitating him with a vicious clothesline. Bill flips in the air before falling to mat. Darko moves
around the ring like any other ref would, but continues to fling trash talk. “LOOK AT YOU! YOU’RE DOWN! YOU ALL TRASH” He gets down on his knees and starts
talking trash in Bill’s ear, “GARBAGE. YOU’RE COMPLETE GARBAGE. YOU CAN’T WHOOP HIM! YOU GOT LUCKY LAST WEEK, LUCKY MOTHER FUCKER!”

KBOND picks up Bill Price and sends him into the corner with force; Price bounces out of the turn buckle and returns to KBOND to receive a Bear hug. KBOND
shakes Price all over the ring, squeezing the life, the air -but not the will- out of Bill. Bill tries to battle his way out, swinging, open palm strikes
to KBOND’S ear’s. KBOND eats it and continues to apply the rigorous pressure. And just as it seems Bill is about to fade, KBOND flings him across the ring
with a Belly-To-Belly.

ROB MARTINEZ: The strength of KBOND is amazing!

KBOND moves over to Bill to pick up, but Bill refuse to be brought to his feet again; he elbows KBOND in the gut, it doesn’t do much. KBOND kicks Bill on
his chest, forcing him back down to the mat.

ROB MARTINEZ: What’s this?

Darko looks over to the curtains, it’s Shane Scarr. He rushes into the ring with a chair.

ROB MARTINEZ: Why is he out here?

MURCIELAGO: To get a good seat if he’s smart.

Darko taps KBOND’s shoulders, telling him to focus on a new subject. Shane swings the chair, it folds, crushes on KBOND’s massive head. KBOND is still standing!
ROB MARTINEZ: Wow, how weak.

KBOND grabs Shane by the neck, he tosses him into the corner and moves over to the other end of the ring. While he’s there, Darko holds Shane down, talking
smack to him while punching him from the second rope.

YOU

STILL

GAR

BIDGE

YOU

CAN’T

WHOOP

ME

DON’T

BAH

one more for good luck of course

DER

Darko removes from the second rope, but continues to hold down Scarr but stop once he sees KBOND is rushing towards Shane; Darko flees from the wreckage.
KBOND backs up and continues to do so as Shane stumbles foreword towards KBOND. KBOND tosses Shane into the air and catches him in a Samoan—-Prince Darko
has the mic in his hand.

PRINCE DARKO: I know you assholes at home think that this is a Samoan Drop that just has crushed this fuckin’ boy into the mat, but believe you me, it’s
not. This bad boy is a Zamunda Drop, okay?

KBOND drags closer to the corner, KBOND stands on the bottom rope and delivers a leg drop that nearly extracts Shane’s skeleton out of his skin.

PRINCE DARKO: KBOND finish these assholes, no more playing around!

Prince Darko and KBOND move Bill and Shane closer to the center ring, and stacks them together on top of each other. KBOND walks away from them, he looks
back at them, leaves the ring, stands on the apron, climbs. He looks down at them from the third rope.

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh. My. God. He’s going to jump.

MURCIELAGO: He’s going to destroy the ring.

KBOND. Leaps. Soars. Lands. Demolishes.

PRINCE DARKO: The Zamunda Crush! THE ZAMUNDA CRUSH! You bastards see that? I know you dick heads want to do it, I’ll assist you all: “HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!” The Zamunda Crush is truly a force to be reckon with. That’s a ruthless ass move, no remorse for the damn weak out here.

Darko gets down and gets closer to Shane and Bill, two people who are trapped under the large KBOND.

PRINCE DARKO: Look at you shit heads, fuckin’ crushed, hence the name.

Darko finally shuts up and gets to his job.

ONE

TWO

THREE!

He gets up from the mat and brings KBOND to his feet, raises his arm in victory. Darko then notices the chair that was used to try to take KBOND, he tells
KBOND to smooth it out for him. KBOND begins to step on it to bring it back to normal, but he uses to much force. Darko shakes his head and goes outside
to fetch his own chair. He goes over to the bell keeper, “RAISE UP!”

Darko returns to the ring with a fresh chair, no dents, nothing. He places it down on the mat. Shane, who is still out, gets helped up to his feet. Darko
then drags him closer to the chair. Darko knees Shane in the stomach, then looks around, shakes his head…ZAMUNDA DRIVER ON THE CHAIR! Darko then picks
him up again…ZAMUNDA DRIVER AGAIN!

ROB MARTINEZ: Darko has never done two Zamunda Drivers back to back to anyone. And on a chair at that. My god.

PRINCE DARKO: Someone one please get the medics! This mother fuckers out. Escort this bad boy out on wheels like Sparx in 07, IMMEDIATELY! I BROKE THIS
PIECE OF SHIT’S NECK! It’s the side effect from two ZD’s on a chair, believe it.

EMT’s rush out, taking away Shane Scarr, placing him on the stretcher and putting a brace around his neck. They waste no time taking him away, the crowd
goes silent at his exit.

Darko and KBOND make their exit to, leaving Bill Price laid out center ring, much like how Darko was last week.

ROB MARTINEZ: Darko and KBOND? What can this mean?

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The cage lowers as Jenny Jersey gets on the mic.

JENNY JERSEY: The following contest is your MAIN EVENT. This match is Steel Cage Submission match and it’s for the REBEL HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP OF THE
WORLD!

“When The Lights Go Out” and enters to a helluva ovation, Lloyd Rees. He smiles a bit, cracks his neck and stares at the steel cage. He grabs the chain
link fence and shakes it. It hardly gives at all. He enters the cage and the crowd silences down.

JENNY JERSEY: The challenger… he weighed in tonight at two hundred forty five pounds. He is fighting out of Wabana, Bell Island, Newfoundland. He is a
former two time NAPW World Champion. He is the East Coast Sensation, the LDK, the TECHNICAL TERROR… LLOYD REES!

ROB MARTINEZ: Four time Heritage champion. Television champion. Tag team champion and two time World champion.

MURCIELAGO: ALL IN NAPW! He ain’t done shit here but win a contenders cup and LOSE IT!

ROB MARTINEZ: His Crime stint in REBEL aside, Lloyd Rees was ranked number one out of ALL independent wrestlers in two thousand six.

MURCIELAGO: And it’s TWO THOUSAND EIGHT!

ROB MARTINEZ: Do you not respect him at all.

MURCIELAGO: I respect his abilities, but his accomplishments don’t mean shit here.. cialis 20 mg tablets information this is a whole different animal. Jake Phoenix tamed the animal, but
I don’t think Rees can.

Surprise! you’re dead!
Ha ha! open your eyes

See the world as it used to be when you used to be in it
When you were alive and when you were in love
And when I took it from you!

And the steam roller named Jake Phoenix has entered the gym. He doesn’t recognize the fans. He stares at the cage. The structure that will hold him inside
a ring with a technical terror. He pats his World belt, and enters the ring. He gets up in Rees’ face very quickly, but Rees doesn’t back down and inch.
Jimmy Johnson separates them.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent. He weighed in at two hundred eighty nine pounds. He is fighting out of Fort Lauderdale, Florida. He is the current reigning
and defending REBEL HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE WORLD… THE MURDER CITY DEVIL… JAKE PHOENIX!

ROB MARTINEZ: He is six foot nine, two hundred ninety pounds, and has accomplished a lot in REBEL thus far. He beat Chad Kurtis, TWICE! Defended his belt
and ended a five month undefeated streak of Adam Davis. He beat an unorthodox Nick Everhardt last week. His fourth defense.. he is the UNDERDOG!

MURCIELAGO: Maybe in your score book, but not in mine. He is the champ, and Lloyd Rees must BEAT HIM!

Referee Jimmy Johnson stands inside the hellish steel structure. He doesn’t even hold the key, Dale McDonald, standing on the outside does. Jimmy calls
for the bell. Door padlocked and the two wrestlers gaze at the structure. The fans are standing up cheering just to be cheering. This is the biggest match
in the history of REBEL. An unstoppable champion versus the most Decorated Wrestler in NAPW history. The combine have both been Heritage champion, and
NAPW tag team champion. Rees a former NAPW World Champion, Phoenix the current REBEL World champ. And they go to the center of the ring and…

Phoenix with a quick headbutt and Rees is down. Rees is holding his left eye and Phoenix wastes absolutely ZERO time. He pounces on the downed Rees. Soup
Bones are landing heavy on the head of Rees as Phoenix mounts Rees MMA style. Rees is being hit relentlessly. Phoenix is unstop… wait. Rees slides down
and grabs the legs of Jake Phoenix. He gets Phoenix off balance and turns him over. Rees has Jake locked in the Boston Crab. Or is it a Newfy Crab? Jake
Phoenix is in the middle of the ring, but being six foot nine, means your never really that far from the ropes. Jake pushes up and uses all his leg power,
getting Rees in a bad position. Rees releases the hold and quickly turns his attention to the lower back of the REBEL World Champ. A few knee drops land.
Then a couple of East Coast Elbows. Jake is trying his best to get up. He does, but is quickly placed down with a back suplex.

ROB MARTINEZ: Back and forth the first minutes of action. Rees looking to weaken the back of Jake.

MURCIELAGO: Jake will nail him with some big time moves and pound his ass.

Rees goes to the legs of Phoenix now. Working them over with kicks. Rees watched last week, and knows how those same legs were stretched by Everhardt’s
Cloverleaf Three Thousand. Notwithstanding Phoenix up kicks Rees in the face, knocking him to the ground. Jake gets on his stomach and crawls over to Rees,
belting him with punches anywhere he can. He is trying to soften up any part of Rees that he can. The crowd isn’t really booing any guy. The crowd seems
to be cheering the match itself. No one is sitting. Jake tries to land another shot, but the wily Rees quickly moves and grabs the arm. FUJIWARA ARMBAR
APPLIED! Jake Phoenix is in a bad place, but gets the ropes quickly. Rees can hang on for as long as he wants, but chooses to let Jake go. He backs off
of Jake and shows a lot of class, letting Jake up.

MURCIELAGO: Stupid move right there, he should have never let him get up.

ROB MARTINEZ: It’s called good sportsmanship.

MURCIELAGO: It’s called being a retard.

Jake sees the jackal like Rees coming and throws a boot up, nailing Rees in the chest. Rees is knocked to one knee. Rees rises only to receive a Clothesline
from Murder City! Rees turns inside out, and Jake Phoenix picks up the downed Newfy. He picks him up and tosses him into the cage. Rees hits back first
and bounces back into Phoenix. Phoenix with a CHOKESLAM! A leg drop on Rees. Phoenix gets back up and boots Rees in the head several times. Lloyd Rees
tries grabbing the boot, but can’t get it. Jake finally tries a submission hold, putting a leg lace on Rees.

ROB MARTINEZ: A horrendous attempt at a leg submission, and Rees is out pretty quickly.

Rees takes the poorly executed move and escapes. Jake doesn’t realize that in two seconds Rees can place a man into the FIGURE FOUR LEGLOCK! WOOO is heard
throughout the gym and Jake is fledgling around. He finally tries to keep his cool and remember what has been taught. He starts to turn the move over,
and Rees can’t stop him. Phoenix reverses it, the pressure reversed now, and Rees is in a bunch of pain! Phoenix tries to hold onto the move, but it’s
a lot easier to escape than the full on figure four.

MURCIELAGO: The area got their nostalgia fed for the night.

ROB MARTINEZ: WOOO! I’m gonna miss that man!

Both men rise up, walking a bit gingerly. Rees tries to clip the knee of Phoenix, but Phoenix moves at the right moment. Rees receives soup bones all over
his face for his effort. Rees is covering up and Jake continues to lay into the arms, ribs anything exposed. Phoenix gets relaxed a second and BOOM, ankle
lock submission is applied a drop of a hat. Phoenix mule kicks the face of Rees, almost knocking his head off. Rees is bleeding from the eye and nose area.
Jake gets back on top of him laying in elbows, and Jimmy Johnson is looking for Rees to tap out. A submission hold isn’t actually needed to win, you can
pound and ground a guy until he taps. A normal guy would have tapped already. But ask anyone Rees has ever faced, and they will agree he is no NORMAL man.
MURCIELAGO: Jake is trying to beat a hole in the head of Rees.

ROB MARTINEZ: Sound strategy, trying to win anyway he can.

Jake is unrelenting with vicious shots. He picks up Rees and boots him in the bread basket… POWERBOMB! Jake goes for the cover, but is tapped on the shoulder.
He forgot the rules for a split second and went with instinct! Phoenix picks up Rees and rakes the face of the East Coast Sensation, all over the side
of the cage. Blood from the nose, from the eye and a bit from the forehead are leaking out. Not gushing mind you, but still coming out. Rees is laying
on the ground. He is being stalked by the six foot nine, two hundred eighty plus pound World Champ. Jake does a check tap with his boot, then bounces off
the ropes with a VICIOUS boot to the head. He goes backwards again, and another kick lands.. no, Rees moves! Jake jammed his leg into the mat. Rees tackles
the leg and wails on it.

ROB MARTINEZ: Rees is like a wild animal, feasting on the weakness of Jake.

MURCIELAGO: Yeah, and this match is anyone’s pick right now.

Phoenix is placed in a simple leg lock. Rees is being grabbed by his hair and pulled backwards as Jake tries to club him in the head. Rees lets go of the
hold, only to drop kick Jake in the head. Jake is stunned.. Rees on the goes to the ropes.. SPRING BOARD CORKSCREW.. AKA THE FRESH WATER FLIP… ON THE
KNEE! Jake yells out in pain. That move took a lot out of Rees, as the burst of energy gnc viagra alternative seems to be over. Rees lays on the ground watching Jake try to get
up. Jake is having a hard time standing. Rees gets up too, and is still bleeding a little, but most of it is drying. Rees shoots on Jake, who sprawls like
he is Randy Couture and nails Rees with a wicked elbow. Rees falls into the ropes. Jake goes for a big boot, but his plant leg gives out, and Rees is untouched.
Jake regains his footing, but Rees is behind him… DDT FROM THE GREEN!

ROB MARTINEZ: Might have been the end in a normal REBEL match but not in this one.

Jake is down but Rees isn’t all there from the repeated blows to the head. Rees lets around thirt seconds pass, before actually getting over to Jake. Rees
attempts to pick up Jake, but gets hit in the stomach. He Irish whips Rees into the corner. He follows him slowly, but gets to nail several big shots to
the ribs and chest. Rees is covering up his face, but the body is open. Rees pushes Jake off and Turns around. Jake goes to grab him, but Rees does a standing
switch, and glides behind Jake. Rees goes for a back suplex, a move he hit earlier, but Jake holds onto the ropes. He grabs Rees into a side headlock and
rides him down to the ground. Jake rests a few seconds then lets go, opting for some elbows to the top of Rees head. Then Jake applies a guillotine choke
on Rees!

MURCIELAGO: Very nice MMA move right there. Normal feds, the move is illegal, but not in REBEL, and especially not in this match.

ROB MARTINEZ: Rees needs to do something quick or it’ll be over.

Rees is fading fast, but in this match, no referee can stop it. No holding up the arms, no matter if Rees goes to sleep.. the match will not end. Phoenix
has it cinched tight and isn’t letting up. Rees, very sweaty finally slips his head out the hold. Rees is tired but not tired enough to lay some punches
to Phoenix’s head. Phoenix backs up but the cage is their. Rees has Jake’s head against the cage and starts doing short knees to the face. Jake finally
moves his head, and Rees nails cage. And this cage don’t give much. Rees backs out, grabbing his knee. Jake is woozy but up. Rees turns around and these
two look like Ultimate Fighters going for broke. A simple nod is exchanged and these two are ready to go at it once more. They go for a standard lock up,
Jake then going for a high knee.. but it’s the hurt knee. He lands a good shot, but is shaking it, trying to get some blood going. Rees drop kicks the
knee, and down goes Phoenix.

Rees comes behind Jake Phoenix, and CONCEPTION BAY… WAIT, ASS INTO REES’ STOMACH AND JUDO THROW!

ROB MARTINEZ: I thought it was ALL OVER!

MURCIELAGO: Steele’s training paid off in that regard.

Jake Phoenix avoided the Conception Bay Chinlock. Rees is down on the ground. Jake stumbles down, knee hurting him badly. Rees is getting up. He goes over
to the World Champ and grabs his legs. He has them laced, possible Lance Cove ….

GOGOPLATA!

JAKE PHOENIX JUST APPLIED THE GOGOPLATA.

He is trying to choke Rees into submission again.

Only the thing is, Jake used HIS BAD LEG as the one against the chin of Rees. Rees is banging on it hard. Jake has him locked fully in it though. This is
the MMA version at that! Rees is punching with all his might on that knee.

Rees is turning red.

Jake is screaming in pain.

PLEASE DON’T TAP is being chanted versus TAP! TAP! TAP! The crowd is split.

Rees isn’t banging anymore.

He is fading..

And Jake is getting lighter on the pressure…

and

LET’S GO!

Rees slumps down as Jake tries to straighten the knee.

But Rees goes with instinct and in a blink of an eye, as he gasps for air… he hooks the LANCE COVE LEG LOCK! A variant of the same move Nick Everhardt
had on Jake last week. He didn’t tap then. Rees wrenches with all he has.

Jake yells out in pain…

GODAMNIT!

AND

TAPS!

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of the match and THE NEW REBEL HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE WORLD… THE TECHNICAL TERROR, LLOYD REES!

MURCIELAGO: Man, I don’t like neither man personally.. but I gotta do this.

Murcielago stands on the commentators table. He starts clapping as does the thousand military personnel. The cage raises as Dale McDonald hands Jimmy Johnson
the REBEL World Title. He places it around Rees’ waist as Jake looks on in agony.

The locker room has emptied and all the men are showing respect to the two men who fought an absolute war. All of them clapping. Jake hobbles out the ring,
and gives Rees his time. They both are getting the cheers, not just Lloyd Rees. The wrestlers are still clapping, except one.

Kurt Castle.

He has separated himself from the rest of the roster. He stands alone, and doesn’t clap, doesn’t smile, all he does is stare. Rees looks at the crowd, and
throws his arms into the air in celebration. Castle points towards him and does the throat slash motion.

Rees sees it from the ring, and gives a gentle wink.

A week from Saturday, the REBEL Underground debuts. A table match, a Carolinas title match. And the final Qualifier for the Four way dance. Plus Derrick
Steele announces his choice for the Four Way Dance!

Rees is the World Champion of REBEL… and will be at American Anarchy… the only question is, will he be NAPW World Champ too?