Queen City Chaos 06/10/2008

06/10/2008
The broadcast opens to an arena full of cheering fans, standing room only in the Grady Cole Center for Queen City Chaos. The crowd is rabidly cheering for
what looks to be an awesome showing of talent from the REBEL-Pro wrestlers. About nine hundred people are packed into the arena and every one of them is
on their feet. Rob Martinez, dressed very professionally, makes his way to the ring to introduce these great fans to another REBEL event. Rob Martinez
walks up the ring stairs and enters the ring, where he receives a microphone. He begins to speak and the crowd silences.

ROB MARTINEZ: Charlotte, North Carolina, the Queen City, are you ready for REBEL?!

The noise from the crowd is deafening after being able to hear a pin drop in the arena.

ROB MARTINEZ: REBEL promises the fans in attendance and those watching on the closed circuit television in Rick Garrett’s clubs that you will see some of
the finest hardcore wrestling here tonight.

The crowd pops again as Rob Martinez continues to speak.

ROB MARTINEZ: Tonight we have one title on the line and a pair of tag team round robin tournament matches. The first of these two scheduled tag team matches
will be featuring Thomas Young and Jeff James against the Nation of Innovation! The second of these two matches will be a double dog collar match between
The Dark Market and Natural Destruction!

The crowd erupts at the mentioning of a dog collar match.

ROB MARTINEZ: There will be destruction in Charlotte, North Carolina tonight! And for our main event; will see Dio Muerte, former three time Carolinas Champion,
Manny X, the recent Carolinas Champion who was stripped of the title by Bruce Richards, and Mikey Massacre, the current Carolinas Champion, pitted against
each other in three way Iron Man match for the, none other than the Carolinas Championship!

The crowd noise is deafening as the fans get to their feet.

ROB MARTINEZ: So Charlotte, are you ready?! Because tonight in this arena there’s going to be chaos, Queen City Chaos!

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JENNY JERSEY: This match is a double DEBUT match up and is schedule for one fall. First, making his REBEL debut, from Cleveland, Ohio, weighing in at two
hundred and thirty one pounds…”FABULOUS” TROY DAVIS!

Downfall from Trust Company begins to blare through the indifferent audience. He walks past the crowd with little to no reaction, but he stays cool and
calm.

ROB MARTINEZ: I can’t blame the audience for not cheering — you have to warm to REBEL fans.

MURCIELAGO: Thats a fact–I remember my debut.

ROB MARTINEZ: Me too, you lost.

JENNY JERSEY: Next, making his REBEL DEBUT as well, from Salt Lake City, Utah, weighing in at an impressive Two Hundred Sixty-five pounds…”SLOW BURN”
TREY WESTERN!

Dam That River plays through the speakers, drowning the nothingness from the crowd. He walks through the curtains, he doesn’t let the crowd distract him
— it doesn’t concern him. He makes his way into the ring.

DING DING DING Both men lock up center ring, test each other strength — Trey wins this one, tossing Troy into a corner where he can work on some chops
to soften up Troy’s chest. Chop one. WOO! Chop two. WOO! Chop Three. WOO! Trey backs away, looking at Troy, measuring him before rushing back towards him.
Troy moves out of the way, causing Trey to crash and burn in the corner. He stumbles back, away from the corner and into a powerful German Suplex with
a bridge. ONE. TWO. KICK OUT. Troy gets up before Trey and goes to deliver a punch to his temple, which is blocked and Trey locks in a Belly-Belly Suplex
that tosses Troy across the ring. He rushes over to the body for a cover: ONE. TWO. KICK OUT. Trey brings Troy to his feet and sends him to the ropes,
he schemes for Troy’s return. Troy explodes with a lariat on Trey and goes to the top rope for a Diving Senton that connects. One. Two. Kick out.

ROB MARTINEZ: This is a real good match, I’m surprised at the lack of crowd reaction.

Troy, on his feet, goes to apply an elevated Boston crab to

Trey, but he refuses to allow Troy’s plans to go through, he tries to fight out, punching Troy’s
head over and over, until Troy frees his grip, causing him to stumble backwards, giving Trey enough time to get onto his feet and spears him to the mat
and begins to unleash a fury of fits, knees, elbows, whatever he can hit Troy with.

ROB MARTINEZ: He calls that “Relentless Barrage”

MURCIELAGO: It’s not hard to see why.

Troy tries to block his face with his arms, but it doesn’t seem to do much to stop Trey’s vicious blows, he pops Troy’s lip with them. He backs off noticing
the damages he’s done, and gives Troy some room to breathe.

MURCIELAGO: What’s he doing? Trying to win a Nobel Peace Prize?

Troy is up, he wipes the blood away from his mouth and locks up with Trey again, Troy breaks the lock with a European Uppercut that rocks Trey. Trey rubs
his chin, he nods at the strike, judging it, approving it, before he retaliates with a Haymaker to Troy’s jaw, Troy reacts in the same way. Then they both
explode on each other with rights and lefts, duking it out, to see who’ll be the last one standing — no one wants to lose. A few dozen punches later,
they start to get tired and punches start to come in at a slower rate, with just as much force behind them as the last. A right to Trey, he stumbles and
returns with a right of his own that causes the same fate to Troy. Troy returns with a right that’s blocked, Trey hits a right, blocked, and he blocks
the next punch that’s sent his way, and his punched gets blocked. Troy decides to just clothesline the man down to the mat and it works to his favor. He
brings Trey to his feet and sends him to the corner. Troy stays hot on Trey’s trail and smashes him with a Clothesline once they’re in the corner. He sits
Trey on the top turnbuckle, and makes his way to the second rope, he wraps his arm around Trey’s neck, plotting for a Superplex. Trey doesn’t want to fly,
he sends shots to Troy’s ribs: shot after shot, Troy loosens his grip, eventually letting go. Trey pushes him down to the mat and jumps off the second
rope, landing forearm first on Troy’s throat, and starts to send elbows across Troy’s face.

ROB MARTINEZ: Whoa. This is an all out fight!

Trey brings Troy to his feet and sends him back to the mat with a brutal DDT, that causes a loud thunder across the arena and leaves Troy hitting the mat
looking like a nail. He covers.

ONE

TWO

KICK OUT!

Troy gets on his feet, and ducks a clothesline and boots Trey in the stomach for his efforts. Troy then places Trey under his crotch and hooks his arms
and lifts.

MURCIELAGO: OH SHIT! HE’S GOING FOR A ZAMUNDA DRIVER!

ROB MARTINEZ: No, Tiger Driver.

Troy drops Trey on his head goes for the pin fall.

ONE

TWO

THRKICKOUT!

Troy on his knees, shakes his head, he thought he would’ve had him. He brings Trey to his feet and locks in a fishermen Suplex, keeping the leg hooked while
he bridges.

ONE

TWO

THRKICKOUT.

Troy pounds the mat with his fist, so frustrated. He gets to his feet and waits for Trey to get on his feet, and once he his, Troy rushes over with a clothesline
that takes him down. Trey gets back on his feet and rushes towards Troy and gets Big Back Body Dropped. Trey back on his feet, again, and gets Spine Bustered
down to the mat.

ROB MARTINEZ: What’s this?

Troy isn’t getting up; Trey has his legs wrapped around Troy’s body and his arms around his head.

MURCIELAGO: It’s the Corrosion.

Troy taps. Troy taps.

ROB MARTINEZ: A good showing by both men. Troy wrestled his best, but Trey was hungrier.

JENNY JERSEY: And your winner is “SLOW BURN” TREY WESTERN!

Trey stops Troy from exiting the ring and extends his hand for a shake. Troy shakes the hand and the crowd claps at the gentlemen, finally showing some
reaction.

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Fade in on REBEL Backstage.

A few people are relaxing in the employee lounge as the door bursts open. Standing there is El Rey de Corazones his ribs wrapped and some bandages showing
from under his mask. He storms up to a Roadie and corners him, shouting.

EL REY: ¿Dónde está el hombre en negro?

The man is in shock (not to mention not understanding a single word Rey just said.) and El Rey turns to another backstage technician and repeats the question.
EL REY: ¡Maldígalo!! ¡Donde está el hombre en negro?!

The door opens again and in walks Chet Whettleson and REBEL star, Warren. Corazones turns and the roadies scurry out of the room.

WARREN: Duuuude. Chill out man. Harassing the staff is just so not cool bra. Right Chettleson?

CHET WHETTLESON: It’s CHET!

WARREN: Whatever, dude.

EL REY: ¡Donde está el hombre en el negro enmascare?!

Warren turns to Chet.

CHET WHETTLESON: It’s times like these that I wish I had paid more attention in spanish class but I think he’s looking for some black mascara or something.
Warren throws an arm around El Rey again.

WARREN: Black mascara? Hey dude, I like totally have a mondo supply around here. So like, are you going for the Stryper or the Warrant look?

Turning back to Chet he is about to talk when the door swings open again and in walks Montaña Rose. She has a searching look on her face.

ROSA: There you are! Usted es a veces más apuro que usted vale, juro.

CHET WHETTLESON: Miss Rose! We’re glad you’re here. Could you tell us what’s going on? El Rey was badgering some of the crew when we got here.

Rosa ignores Chet for a moment and walks up to Rey.

ROSA: Usted no va a conseguir dondequiera si usted guarda el apagarse mal elaborado como ese y usted saberlo.

She turns to Chet and sighs.

ROSA: He is searching for The Man in Black.

WARREN: Johnny Cash’s ghost has come to totally haunt us? Awesome! Chester, the man has come around, man!

EL REY: ¡Donde está el hombre en el negro enmascare?!

Rolling her eyes, Rosa shakes her head.

ROSA: No, no, not Johnny Cash. (she pauses to cross herself) The man in black wearing the black mask.

CHET WHETTLESON: Zorro?

WARREN: Darth Vader?

ROSA: (sighs) No, the one who attacked him at REBEL Underground a few weeks ago.. If you have any idea who he was it would save me a lot of grief. El Rey
is determined to find him and demand a match against him.

Chet and Warren look at each other, then El Rey and back to Rosa again. Warren shakes his head.

CHET WHETTLESON: No, Sorry Miss Rose. I’m afraid we don’t know who it was. But if you want they sell copies of ‘REBEL-Pro Reveled’ in the gift shop. They
have full bios of all of our talent, both past and current, that you could browse through if you like. Don’t think they have it translated into Spanish
yet though.

ROSA: Thanks anyway. We’re off to see Mr. Garrett. Maybe he has an idea if anyone does.

WARREN: Totally cool, dudette! ( He turns to Rey.) And you stay chilled out, Amigo dude! And if you want like some black mascara, I have some totally righteous
hair metal albums you could look at it for rad styling tips!

Shaking her head and laughing to herself Rosa and El Rey exit through the door. Fade to black—

WARREN: Wait a minute, dude, wasn’t Dio Muerte the man in black?

CHET WHETTLESON: Was he? Or wasn’t he? To find out, call my hotline right now!

Okay, now fade to black. Excellent!

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JENNY JERSEY: The following tag team match is set for one fall! Per the instructions of “The Beast,” all matches including the Nation of Innovation will
be conducted under Censorship Rules until they lose.

“Kings and Queens” by Aerosmith plays Jeremy Daines and Enrique Rodriguez out to an impenetrable wall of boos – I mean there’s heat in spades on these guys
these days! Jenny Jersey has to strain her voice just to tell us what we already know…

JENNY JERSEY: First, making their way to the ring and accompanied by Alan The Janitor, TONY, TONY’S Mom, and Barb. They weigh in at a combined weight of
four hundred and fifty pounds: they are Jeremy Daines. Enrique Rodriguez. They are The Nation of Innovation!

With entourage in tow, Daines and Rodriguez calmly stretch and run the ropes, as the music changes to Demon Hunter’s “Screams of the Undead”. Thomas Young
is out and he gets a slightly more positive reaction.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing their opponents. Coming to the ring first, from Hollywood, Florida, weighing in at two-hundred-thirty-five pounds… THOMAS YOUNG!
“All That Remains”

by Six is on now to accompany Young’s partner and younger sibling, Jeff James to the ring. James and Young nod to each other, bump fists,
and turn to face the motley – and dangerous – crew glaring at them across the ring.

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

ROB MARTINEZ: Well the last time we saw Thomas Young and Jeff James compete as a team, they took The Black Underground Railroad the distance with the World
Tag Team titles on the line! They really gave a great account of themselves, and even though they came up short, you’ve got to applaud them for their efforts
in front of our troops!

MURCIELAGO: No, YOU have to applaud them for their efforts, I’ll do no such thing. A loser is a loser, and you know how I feel about people like you.

ROB MARTINEZ: Well James and Young are in for another war right here tonight as REBEL’s tag team division looks like really heating up! The Nation of Innovation
just defeated the Dark Market at American Anarchy 2008, albeit with a little assistance from Natural Destruction.

MURCIELAGO: Well when you’re as popular as these two guys, people just fall over themselves trying to help you out! Of course, naturally, you wouldn’t know
anything about that – but all you really need to know is that the Nation of Innovation were the righteous victors – and the smart money says they will
be again against these two!

DING DING DING! Jeff James takes the corner, letting his older brother start this one out against Enrique Rodriguez, the smallest man in the match. Young
and Rodriguez lock up, collar and elbow, and Enrique quickly takes ahold of an arm and whips Young over with a snap arm drag! Young is up quickly, and
he shakes his head. Young and Rodriquez tie up again, and again it’s a quick arm drag sending Young across the ring. Young up, and beckons Rodriguez to
come at him this time, and a Young clothesline is ducked, Rodriguez off the ropes, and takes Thomas over with a double-revolution headscissors takedown!
Young sprawls to his corner, and Rodriguez simply shrugs and mouths something to the camera about ‘real wrestling’.

MURCIELAGO: That was beautiful, Rob! How good is this kid?

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh, he’s good, nobody ever denied that! But he’d be better off taking care of business in my eyes, instead of playing to the fans and the
cameras!

MURCIELAGO: What are you talking about, Martinez, what do you think he’ just been doing? I’m telling you, Thomas Young has never seen the likes of this
young warrior! He’s quick! He’s real quick, and he’s so damn good he might just be my son!

Young tags Jeff James into the ring, and he might just be on Enrique’s level as far as speed and agility, and he’s thinking the same, charging Enrique,
but Enrique with a leap frog, James off the far side, and James with the flying cross body! Enrique rolls through though, and he hooks the… tights?! Enrique
with the tights, the referee counts, the one, the two, the ‘I’ve just seen what you’re doing’ look, and the referee is admonishing Rodriguez who’s pleading
his innocence! Rodriguez saying he got his hand stuck in James’ tights, and whilst he’s talking, James from behind with a roll up, one, two, kickout by
Rodriguez, and Rodriguez to his feet, and a beautiful somersault dropkick floors Double J! Rodriguez straight into a bridging pin, folding James up over
himself, one, two, kickout by James! Lightening!

ROB MARTINEZ: Great, fast wrestling action on display here, Jeff James and Rodriguez exchanging near falls!

MURCIELAGO: Mostly Rodriguez though, he got that better of that exchange.

James doesn’t look too impressed by the way this has gone, and tags back out to Young, as Daines asks for the tag as well. Daines comes in, and he is laying
into Young verbally, if not particularly charismatically. ROB MARTINEZ: Daines clearly not a Thomas Young fan, —

MURCIELAGO: — who is? —

ROB MARTINEZ: — jawing away as he enters the match for the first time. Daines had a lot to say about Young’s hardcore style recently, citing Kyle Roberts’
injury as an example of Young’s incompetence in the ring.

MURCIELAGO: Yeah, that was a disgrace. You know what, I agree with the Nation – Innovation doesn’t mean tables, ladders and chairs, Innovation is about
great wrestling, something a thug like Thomas Young wouldn’t know anything about.

Young isn’t one to take this kind of abuse lying down, and he yells at Daines that if he wants some, come get some! Daines doesn’t need a second invite,
and the two begin throwing down! Rights, lefts, rights, lefts, and Daines with a knee! Daines shut Young down there, and whips him into the ropes. Young
comes back, Daines with a hip toss attempt, but Young blocks it! Young blocks another attempt, he’s going nowhere! HUGE clothesline by Thomas Young!

MURCIELAGO: That isn’t wrestling!

ROB MARTINEZ: Well it’s as legal as a headlock, and a lot more effective!

Young picks Daines up, and goes for a rear waistlock… Young trying to maneuvour something here, but Daines with a reversal – German Suplex! Daines let
go midway through, and Young landed awkwardly on his head and shoulders! Daines isn’t waiting to see if Young is okay or otherwise, lifting him to his
feet, and grips him again… another! Daines all over Young, and he’s hauling Young’s limp body up… one more German! All releases!

MURCIELAGO: Beautiful! Now tell me that wasn’t better than a clothesline?

Daines picks Young up one more time, and whips him into the ropes… as James makes a blind tag! James is the legal man, but Young going for a ride regardless!
OVERHEAD BELLY TO BELLY! Daines up, and now he’s pointing to the corner! Daines signals that the end is here, and he could be looking for a top rope Powerbomb
on Thomas Young! But Jeff James into the ring, and he nails Daines from behind! That gets TONY up onto the apron, and he’s furious! TONY’s Mom and Barb
trying to calm him down, the referee trying to maintain some order, and Rodriguez is now calling for Alan the Janitor to come into the ring as well! Everybody
in this match is distracted, as Rodriguez grabs hold of Alan’s… mop?! BAM! Right to the back of Jeff James’ head! The mop head just went flying! Alan
moves quickly round the ring to try and reattach it, as Daines turns round to see Rodriguez plant an addled Jeff James with a DDT. Daines didn’t see any
of that! Rodriguez shrugs, cockily, knowing that the damage is done – AND he got away with it.

MURCIELAGO: WHAT A DDT! That was brutal, he just knocked him clean out! I’ve never seen that kinda force before in my life!

ROB MARTINEZ: I think he was out BEFORE the DDT! So much for not cheating!

MURCIELAGO: They didn’t cheat! Jeff James ran in when he wasn’t even the legal man!

ROB MARTINEZ: He certainly was! He made a blind tag, and the referee rightly called it!

Daines tells his entourage to cool it now, and TONY and company drop down to the outside, as Jeremy tosses Thomas Young through the ropes, and he and Rodriguez
lift James up… This doesn’t look good! Daines calling for something bad here, and Rodriguez going up top… RUNNING SIT OUT POWERBOMB BY DAINES! SOMERSAULT
LEG DROP BY RODRIGUEZ! They couldn’t have timed that any better! That’s the Innovator, folks, and that is all! One, two, three!

JENNY JERSEY: Your winners of the match… Jeremy Daines, Enrique Rodriguez… The Nation of Innovation!

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JENNY JERSEY: This match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first from Crystal Lakes, weighing in at three hundred and ten pounds. JASON!

“As Daylight Dies” begins to pump through the arena, getting the crowd pumped and excited to see some harsh brutality. Jason walks through the ring. No
one knows what’s on cialis bph ed his mind, what he’s thinking — they just watch him walk down the ramp and into the ring, with no sign of emotion.

JENNY JERSEY: Okay…Next…From Reno, Nevada weighing at Two hundred twenty one pounds…”DIAMOND” DERRICK STEELE!

Derrick walks down the ramp with “You Think I Ain’t Worth a Dollar, But I Feel like a Millionaire” playing. He struts down the ramp, confident, exchanging
high fives with the crowd. He runs into the ring and slides under the bottom rope.

Both men stare down each other in the ring.

DING DING DING

Both men lock up center ring, Jason dishes a blow to Steele’s lame knee, then a boot to Steele’s face. He grabs hold of Steele’s left leg and smashes it
into the mat, not one time, but two times. Jason, still holding Steele’s leg, drags him to the ring post. Jason exits the ring, and returns to holding
Steele’s leg, Steele begins to battle back with his good leg, kicking Jason’s mask, kicking his chest, trying to find a way to get out — and he does.
Steele rolls out of the ring, and goes under the ring in search of arsenal for this war. He returns with a steel chair a STEEL chair (my jokes are so lame.)
Steele takes his steel chair and jabs it into Jason’s stomach, causing him to jump in the air from the impact. Steele smashes the chair on Jason’s back,
doesn’t do much and he’s speared for his efforts. Jason goes back for the chair that was previously used on him, he picks it up, looks at the still downed
Steele and goes after for the bad leg. He brings the chair down with force, hitting the concrete. Steele on his feet now after dodging a bullet, hits Jason
on the side of the face with a drop kick, making Jason stumbles into the guard rails and rest there…but not for long, Steele rushes towards him with
a clothesline that sends both men into the crowd.

ROB MARTINEZ: Talk about momentum.

MURCIELAGO: Talk about not talking.

“ALRIGHT!” “WOO!” “I LOVE REBEL!” can be heard from several crowd members as they drink their beer and pat wrestlers. Jason cialis coupon offers looks at one of them as soon
as he’s tapped by one, instilling fear into the poor audience member. Steele returns, still on his offense game with another chair, he crushes it center
dome on Jason, he stumbles back bit and haymakers Steele. Jason picks up Steele and moves back over to the guard rail, he picks him and drops him chest
first. Then grabs hold of Steele’s head and begins to grind his forehead on the metal rails. Steele screams in pain while Jason enjoys every second of
this. Jason eventually frees his grip and tosses Steele over the rails and brings the fight closer to ring.

MURCIELAGO: Why did they have to do a thing like that? They should’ve kept it far from the ring.

Jason grabs hold of Steele with a Bear Hug that CRUSHES Steele, and Jason’s not done. Jason rushes to the ring pole, squashing Steele’s back. Steele’s eyes
open as he gasps for air on the floor. Jason rolls him in and looks for a weapon under the ring, he brings out a “Proceed with Caution” sign, he enters
the ring with it, scheming to bash it against Steele’s head, but to has to change his plans when Steele drop kicks it to his face. Steele wastes no time
and hits Jason with a DDT. ONE. TWO. Kick out. He gets up and starts to stomp on Jason’s chest and goes back for the sign. It’s dented. He tosses it out
of the ring and goes to the outside to look for more weapons. Under the ring, he finds a lead pipe and returns to the ring. Jason approaches him and gets
cracked with the pipe, he falls down like a tree that’s been chopped.

MURCIELAGO: TIMBERRRR!

ROB MARTINEZ: Was that needed?

Steele hooks the leg: ONE TWO KICK OUT. Steele on his knees shakes his head, exhausted, he doesn’t know what to do next. He stands up and delivers a sliding
leg drop to Jason’s throat. He gets back up, and stomps the mask, adding a few cracks to it. Jason’s enraged by this, causing him to sit up and grab hold
of Steele’s face, and lock in Mandible Claw. On his knees now, Claw still locked in, he makes his way to his feet and chokeslams him by the jaw.

ROB MARTINEZ: WHOA! WHAT A HUGE MOVE!

ONE

TWO

THRKICKOUT!

Jason’s surprised at the fact that Steele’s still alive in this one. He gets up and begins to stomp on Steele’s bad knee, then he attacks it with the lead
pipe! Steele sits up in pain, eyes open, he tries to slide away, but Jason doesn’t want Steele to go anywhere, so he places his foot on Steele’s ankle,
an anchor to him. He attacks the lame leg some more. Jason laughs, he tosses lead pipe away. He grabs hold of Steele’s leg and applies a stretch muffler.
Steele’s in pain, but he won’t tap, he will not die. Jason cranks it, adds more force.

ROB MARTINEZ: He’s trying to snap Steele’s leg!

MURCIELAGO: Then by-god let ‘em.

Steele doesn’t tap out, through all the screams and pain riddled face expression, he doesn’t give up. His show of heart and will makes Jason frustrated,
so he slams Steele’s knee to the mat like he did before. Jason looks like he wants to end this now. He grabs Steele by the head, and places him under his
crotch — this may be it — may be not…Steele lowblows Jason and goes into his tights, he retrieves a roll of dimes and smashes it against Jason’s face,
breaking a large chunk from Jason’s mask. Steele collapses on top of Jason.

ONE

TWO

THREE

JENNY JERSEY: Your winner, “DIAMOND” DERRICK STEELE!

ROB MARTINEZ: And once again “Diamond” Derrick overcomes a challenge en route to his World Title shot… and this time, a “monster” challenge! He’s bringing
all the momentum in the world to REBEL Underground in less than two weeks!

Jason is out in the ring, looking like a chump. Steele walks out slapping hands with the fans. At the curtain, he turns to face the crowd, making the “I
want the belt” motion around his waist.

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“Dreeeeeeeeeeeamweaver!”

The bell rings as the lights focus on the entranceway.

JENNY JERSEY: The following contest is a three on one handicap tag match set for one fall! Introducing first, from Charlotte, North Carolina…

The mention of the Queen City gets a pop from the crowd, but not much else.

JENNY JERSEY: Weighing two hundred fifty eight pounds, here is “The Sandman”… BILL PRIIIIIIIICE!

Bill Price steps through the entranceway to a decent hometown reaction, far more than he would have gotten had this match been anywhere else on the planet.
The music changes to “Rise Up 2006″ by Drowning Pool and there’s still not much reaction.

JENNY JERSEY: His tag team partner, from Hollywood, California. He weighs in at two hundred fifty one pounds, here is MISTER HOLLYWOOOOOOD!

Mr. Hollywood gets a few boos coming out from the curtains. His expression is pretty grim as he ignores the fans and heads to the ring. He steps through
the ropes as the music changes again to “In Time” by Robbie Robb, and the crowd goes nuts!

JENNY JERSEY: And their tag team partner, from outside a convenience store near you. He weighs in at one hundred and eighty-seven pounds… WARREN!

Warren headbangs to the ring, slapping hands with the fans. Mr. Hollywood shakes his head. Bill Price headbangs too, trying to fit in. But it’s not working.
Cowbell. Guitar riff. Soiled pants.

“SURPRISE! YOU’RE DEAD!”

ROB MARTINEZ: These three men might have the numbers advantage tonight, but they certainly aren’t the favorites.

MURCIELAGO: Man, this ain’t gonna be pretty what Phoenix drops on ‘em!

JENNY JERSEY: And their opponent, hailing from Fort Lauderdale, Florida! he weighs in at two hundred eighty-seven pounds, here is “The Murder City Devil…”
JAKE PHOENIX!

Phoenix steps through the curtain, trademark Oakleys cocked down around his nose. He looks like he’s having fun this week, the idea of beating up three
men a full fifty percent better than beating up two men last week! The vocal Phoenix fans are out in full force, bowing down to the man as the rest of
the crowd boos loudly. Phoenix stands at the base of the stairs leading up to the ring, looks out at the crowd, and then back at his opponents. He laughs
before climbing up the steps and handing his shades over to one of the stage drones, cracking his knuckles as he snorts and grimaces at his opponents.
ROB MARTINEZ: What’s going through Jake Phoenix’s head right now?

MURCIELAGO: “I’d do this for free, I can’t believe them dumb *BLEEP*ers are paying me for this!”

ROB MARTINEZ: You’re probably closer to the truth.

The bell sounds and all three men huddle in the corner, discussing who’s going to take on Phoenix first. For his part, Phoenix is… yawning? Someone doesn’t
see this match as a real challenge. In the end, a friendly game of rock, paper, scissors leaves Bill Price as the first man in, but it’s not clear whether
or not he won or lost. Price slowly moves in towards Phoenix, who extends his hands forward, taunting Price and daring him to move in. Price runs in and
clotheslines Phoenix, who just looks down and laughs at him as he bounces off and to the side. Price looks at his arm and looks at Phoenix, then back down
at his arm again, before ambling off the far ropes and towards Phoenix again with another chunky clothesline that doesn’t move the big man at all. Price
looks down at his arm confused…

“This takes everyone else down!”

*WHAM*

ROB MARTINEZ: Jake Phoenix just clotheslined Bill Price out of his boots!

MURCIELAGO: That’s how you throw a clothesline, you fat sack of crap! I don’t think this match is gonna fix Jake’s boredom any.

ROB MARTINEZ: I think he’s laughing right now as The Sandman is flopping and flailing his way back to his corner… Mr. Hollywood tagged in, and he doesn’t
look real anxious either!

Hollywood steps through the ropes as Phoenix raises an eyebrow. Phoenix taunts Hollywood into attacking much like he did Price. Hollywood waits in his half
of the ring though, not falling into the same trap Price did. Phoenix laughs and moves in himself, running forward and catching Hollywood in the gut with
a hip attack. Phoenix shoves Hollywood in to the corner and lays in to him with soupbone lefts and rights! Hollywood is left slumped over in the far corner,
as Phoenix grabs him by the neck and chucks him three quarters of the way across the ring! Hollywood skids all the way into the corner and Warren reaches
over to tag in!

MURCIELAGO: DAMN! Phoenix threw him so hard the *BLEEP*er bounced!

ROB MARTINEZ: MR. Hollywood weighs on the north side of two hundred and fifty pounds, and Jake Phoenix just tossed him all the way across the ring… impressive
strength from the Murder City Devil! Warren can’t be too happy about seeing that right before he comes in the ring.

MURCIELAGO: Mr. Hollywood is like two Warrens, you think Jake could toss him from the corner all the way into the entrance?

ROB MARTINEZ: We might just find out tonight.

Warren runs at Phoenix who has his back turned and dropkicks Phoenix in the back of the knee! The big man howls in pain – that knee might not be one hundred
percent yet after the submission cage match last month! Warren kicks Phoenix in the back of the leg again and the big man drops to one knee… another
dropkick to the face and Phoenix is down! The crowd’s going nuts! Warren’s got the fire! He’s got the commotion! He’s going to the apron as Phoenix is
still a bit off guard! Warren waits as Phoenix gets to his feet… SPRINGBOARD CROSS BODY!

POWERSLAMMED BY PHOENIX! Warren bounces off the canvas as Phoenix screams out! If he was bored before, he’s focused now. Warren gets thrown into a neutral
corner as Phoenix heads over to his opponents’ corner and picks up Mr. Hollywood, whipping him into the opposite corner! Phoenix then picks up Bill Price
and hefts him over the top rope, bringing him back in to the ring! Phoenix shoves Price into the corner with a nasty shoulder tackle! Phoenix to the opposite
corner! Clothesline for Hollywood, sending him to the mat! Back across the ring, clothesline on Price knocking him off of his feet! Warren coming out of
his corner… BIG BOOT TO WARREN!

MURCIELAGO: Damn, that big man can fly around the ring! Whoever the champion is come Red, White and Bruised is gonna be in a world of hurt!

ROB MARTINEZ: Jake Phoenix is flying around here like a man possessed! All four men are in the ring, but only one man is standing tall right now.

Phoenix looks down at the carnage he has wrought, and raises both arms high in the air. He walks over to Bill Price and picks him up by the throat, carrying
him to the center of the ring…

CHOKESLAM! Price’s head violently bounces off the mat as he collapses limp to the mat! Phoenix kicks Price’s arm in as he moves over to Warren and picks
him up by the throat too! He takes Warren over next to Price… CHOKESLAM NUMBER TWO! Warren is out cold next to Price! Phoenix looks out at the crowd
and sneers before walking over to Mr. Hollywood. He picks Hollywood up and drags him over to the camera…

“REES! STEELE! THREE WEEKS, THIS IS GONNA BE YOU!”

Phoenix hoists all two hundred and fifty pounds plus of Mr. Hollywood over his shoulder and walks to the center of the ring, with Price and Warren on their
backs at his side. Phoenix drags his thumbs across his throat and sets Hollywood up…

TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER! Phoenix snarls at the crowd as he turns Hollywood over onto his back and sits on his legs, pulling his arms up… FULL NELSON APPLIED!
ROB MARTINEZ: This is the same submission hold Phoenix had on last week against Kid Flash! What a display of force!

MURCIELAGO: Mr. Hollywood ain’t goin’ nowhere, the man just had his head bounced off the canvas like a bowling ball and now he’s gonna have his back snapped
in two.

ROB MARTINEZ: Is he even conscious to answer the ref?

The referee goes in and checks all three of Phoenix’s opponents… Mr. Hollywood’s not legal, but they’re not putting up any resistance at all… and the
ref calls for the bell!

JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner… JAKE… PHOEEEEEEEEEEEEENIX!

Phoenix smiles out at the crowd as he holds Mr. Hollywood’s stretched torso up for the crowd to see before slamming it back down to the canvas and stepping
up from the carnage in the ring. He tells the ref to raise his hand and laughs, spitting on all three downed men in the ring before stepping over the top
rope. Who in the hell is going to stop this man from reclaiming the REBEL World Heavyweight Championship?

ROB MARTINEZ: Jake Phoenix has literally destroyed these three men!

As Jake passes through the curtain, another man steps out to the entrance. The crowd erupts in boos as Blood slowly and methodically approaches the ring,
carrying his staff along side him. He slides under the bottom rope as Bill Price slowly gets up, still groggy from the chokeslam. Blood buries the staff
hard in to Price’s gut before smashing the staff and breaking it over the back of Price’s head!

ROB MARTINEZ: From bad to worse!

MURCIELAGO: I think Blood feels like giving Castle a preview of next week!

Warren slowly gets back up and Blood instantly boots him in the gut. Blood lifts Warren overhead in a cross powerbomb position. He runs at the ropes and
tosses Warren hard to the outside! Warren lands right in front of the announcer’s table! Blood lifts Mr. Hollywood to his feet. Hollywood is out cold,
and Blood smirks as he lifts Hollywood up…BLOODWAKE!

ROB MARTINEZ: These men are defenseless!

Blood flips Hollywood on to his back and drags Price over next to him. He locks his legs around a leg from each man and falls forward. He applies the chickenwing
on one arm to both men and locks his hands together around both opponents heads, applying a crossface! Both men appear to be out as is, but Blood doesn’t
care as he wrenches back on their faces! The referee tries to pull Blood off of the two men, but Blood refuses to release!

ROB MARTINEZ: We need help out here!

More officials come out from the back to try and pull Blood off of the two men. Four of the officials are finally able to pull Blood off. Blood smirks as
he slides out of the ring, still looking back at his destruction.

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JENNY JERSEY: The following is the double dog collar match! Each team will have their members attached by steel chain dog collar to a member of the opposite
team, and the match will only end by pinfall or submission!

“Believe” by The Bravery begins. The Dark Market enter to a chorus of boos, both clad in their business wear.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, at a total combined weight of four-hundred and seventy-nine pounds, “THE MOTIVATOR” BRYAN J WILLIAMS, “THE RICHEST SOB
ON THE PLANET” ERIC THOMPSON, together they are THE DARK MARKET!

ROB MARTINEZ: This will be the end of the feud between these two teams! You better believe it won’t be pretty.

MURCIELAGO: Just like yo wife, Martinez.

The Bravery fades out as Williams and Thompson hit the ring. Thompson gets into a shouting match with some front row fans. Suddenly! GONG! No, not The Undertaker,
AC/DC and “Hell’s Bells!”

JENNY JERSEY: And their opponents, at a total combined weight of —

Jenny is cut off and gets the hell out of Dodge as Natural Destruction hit the ring IN A HURRY, swinging the dog collars wildly above their heads. Madmen!
The Dark Market bails out of the ring, narrowly avoiding getting whooped. Eric Thompson runs his mouth to the referee Jimmy Johnson, telling him to hold
the Nats back. Crowd chants “THUNDER! FIRE! THUNDER! FIRE!” The Dark Market talk it out with each other, and… turn around to leave? It looks like Bryan
Williams and Eric Thompson don’t want anything to do with the dangerous god team… Fire God yells something unintelligible through his mask and suddenly,
The Thunder Lord dives out of the ring with a senton splash onto both of his opponents! Fire God rolls outside the ring as well and grabs up Bryan Williams,
using the chain to choke his man out! He talks some vicious trash to the man, then uses the chain to fling the man into the guardrail. Big boot sends Williams
into the front row, Fire God chasing. Eric Thompson is backing off from The Thunder Lord, but all he gets is a chain across the back as Thunder Lord whips
him good! Then it’s a suplex on the aisle, and then The Thunder Lord takes the free dog collar and straps it around Thompson’s neck. Two men are now attached!
ROB MARTINEZ: Well, one set of wrestlers is now attached! Natural Destruction are just here to hurt The Dark Market, and who can blame them?

In the crowd, “The Motivator” is thrown into a sea of chairs by The Fire God. Fire gets a steel chair, pops it closed, and KERANG! Williams goes down and
comes up bleeding from the forehead! Fire God stalks him from behind, then slaps the dog collar around his neck, cinching it shut. Williams coughs, it
might be a little too tight, but Fire God has his man now! He grabs the bloody Williams and drags him back to ringside, dumping him over the guardrail.
Thunder Lord rolls Eric Thompson inside the ring and follows in. Thompson tries to run away, but Thunder gives a yank to the chain and Thompson goes nowhere
fast! He staggers backwards, right into Thunder Lord’s full nelson! He swings the man! Thompson could be out here LOW BLOW. Swings his foot back and catches
Thunder Lord right in the sack. Thunder drops down to his knees as Thompson tries to catch his breath.

Fire God with a gorilla press slam on Bryan J Williams, dropping him face-first across the guard rail! Fire God roars to the fans, they’re loving the beating
being laid onto The Dark Market. Fire God sees his partner down and tries to get in. Can’t get far attached to Williams, so he rolls back out and grabs
Williams, roughly bundling his man inside. Fire God rolls in and gets up as Thompson stomps away on The Thunder Lord. Thompson yelling trash talk to Thunder
Lord, then to the fans, “How you like me now? I’m the richest SOB on the planet!” Thompson turns around… GOOZLE! CHOKESLAM FROM FIRE GOD! Fire God pins
Thompson, one, two, Bryan Williams makes the save just in time.

MURCIELAGO: What the hell are The Dark Market doing, hoping Natural Destruction get tired from beating the hell out of ‘em? They need some offense or else.
ROB MARTINEZ: Natural Destruction certainly in firm control of his match, Williams trying to get some fight… nope. That didn’t work well!

Williams throws some blows onto Fire God, hitting him in the back, but, um, it’s not really… you know. Working. Fire God simply stands up, cracks his
neck, and his a throat thrust shot right to Williams, sending him into the corner. The Fire God grabs some of the twelve-foot chain and wraps it around
his fist. Wham! Williams gets a big shot of metal right into his forehead, knocking him down. Thunder Lord is up now, he joins Fire God to hit a double
DDT! Thunder Lord makes the cover on Williams, one, two, Eric Thompson pulls the chain as hard as he can to haul Thunder Lord off before three! Thompson
kicks Thunder Lord in the gut, looking for a brainbuster… no dice, Thunder God counters and hammers Thompson in the back. Huge suplex from Thunder God!
Meanwhile, Fire God has another idea. He rolls outside and starts tossing steel chairs into the ring. One, two, three. Now he rolls back in. Bryan Williams
is staggering up, bloodier by the minute, and Fire God CLANGS him with another steel chair shot to the head! Choking the man out with the chain now, wrapping
it around William’s neck.

Thunder Lord grabs one of the steel chairs and figures to nail Thompson with it, but Thompson hits a drop toe-hold instead, sending Thunder Lord face first
into his own chair. Thompson looking for some action, pulls Thunder Lord up and hits some big shots to the face. Irish whip — reversed! Thunder Lord
sends Thompson OVER THE TOP ROPE, and he’s hanging the man by the dog collar! Thunder Lord bracing a foot on the middle rope and dangling Thompson like
a hangman! Thompson’s face turning blue, he flails his arms, and comes across one of those steel chairs Fire God tossed in, right on the apron. He manages
to grab it and swing upward with all his might, catching Thunder Lord right in the forehead with it! Thunder drops Thompson, who grabs his throat, feeling
the effects of this match. But he knows he’s got to follow up, so he pulls hard on the chain and yanks Thunder God unceremoniously to the outside. Thompson
stalks his man! Thunder gets up slowly — CASH OUT! CASH OUT ON THE FLOOR! Thunder Lord is laid out on the outside!. Thompson… wait a minute, what the
hell? Thompson is undoing the dog collar around Thunder’s neck!

ROB MARTINEZ: Hey come on! You can’t undo the dog collar, it’s a DOG COLLAR match! This is crap!

MURCIELAGO: What’s Johnson gonna do, disqualify the man? This is REBEL Pro, Martinez!

In the ring, Fire God grabs two chairs, totally focused on destroying Bryan Williams. He sets them up, front-to-front and open. Williams is a bloody mess!
Fire God picks the man up, looking for another chokeslam onto the chair contraption — Eric Thompson with a running enziguri to the back of the head!
Fire God staggers, but stays on his feet. Thompson is free of Thunder Lord, and he and Williams each grab a length of his chain, using it to clothesline
Fire God down! Fire God gets to his feet, Thompson sends him to the ropes… Williams catches him with the press! Thompson leaps up and delivers the cutter
TDM! TDM! 3-D RIGHT THROUGH THE OPEN CHAIRS! Thompson covers Fire God, and it’s ONE! TWO! THREE!

JENNY JERSEY: Here are your winners by pinfall, THE DARK MARKET!

The Dark Market celebrate over the fallen bodies of Natural Destruction. That was a huge win for them, no matter how much the crowd hates it. Could this
lead to a tag title shot in the future?

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“Blow Me Away” by Breaking Benjamin… and the crowd are on their feet! CORE! CORE! CORE!

JENNY JERSEY: Coming to the ring first, from Fort Lauderdale, Florida…

Core steps through the curtain and smirks at the cheering fans, nodding his head to the music, his World Tag Team Title draped proudly over his shoulder..
The young wrestler, wearing baggy shorts and a wifebeater with several bandanas tied around his wrists, arms, and around his head, his hair wet, begins
moving his head more furiously with the beat of the music and emerges, walking down the aisle, acknowledging the fans and clapping some hands.

ROB MARTINEZ: Core quickly becoming one of the most popular wrestlers in all of REBEL Pro!

MURCIELAGO: When I stopped wrestling to do this, I left a void big enough for about ten Cores to become popular.

JENNY JERSEY: He weighs one hundred fifty one pounds… here is JOHN… X… CORE!

Introducing second, his opponent, from Staten Island, New York and weighing in at one hundred seventy eight pounds, accompanied to the ring tonight by Lady
Sparks… STONE… ZELLOR!

“Connection” by Elastica starts to play and Stone Zellor comes out to raucous booing. He’s wearing a sparring outfit? What the (BLEEP)? Sparks walks out
in front of him. He keeps his eyes focused on Core, occasionally stopping to talk shit to a fan. He then climbs onto the apron, takes off his Black Underground
Railroad. t-shirt and throws it to the cement below.

The two cruiserweights are circling each other, trying to feel each other out. Zellor whispers some smack to Core. Core smirks and says something back.
Zellor with a head fake as if he was going for a collar-and-elbow but he lands a knee into the gut of Core. Core fires back with a forearm smash, another,
a third! Zellor stumbles back into the ropes. Core goes for the Irish whip, Zellor reverses. Core into the ropes. Leap frog over Zellor, off of the ropes.
Zellor drops down. Core steps over Zellor, off of the ropes. Zellor back to his feet. He dropkicks Core!

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

But Core is quickly viagra perth back to his feet. Kick to Zellor’s gut! Another! Knife edge chop.

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Another!

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Core whips Zellor. Zellor off of the ropes. Core goes for a back body drop drop but Zellor fires with a kick to the head. Core stumbles back. Zellor bounces
off of the ropes, spinning heel kick but Core ducks! Zellor with a savate kick but Core ducks it again! Core with a leg sweep and Zellor is down!

ROB MARTINEZ: Damn Core moves fast!

MURCIELAGO: When you are that tiny, you can move fast. But this is a power sport, not a speed sport. If you want a speed sport, go watch the NBA Finals.
Core goes for a quick leg drop but Zellor rolls over and gets to his feet. Zellor goes for a kick generic cialis online best price as Core stands but he grabs it. He spins Zellor around.
And clothesline Zellor down! Zellor is up again. A second clothesline! Zellor back to his feet but Core pushes him into the corner. Chop!

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Another chop!

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Core whips Zellor into the corner. Zellor grabs the ropes and jumps up in the air! Core ducks. Zellor spins around. Sunset flip!

ROB MARTINEZ: We are seeing two very agile wrestlers. Perhaps a preview of Aerial Assault at the end of June?

MURCIELAGO: How much Garrett pay you for that plug?

One! Two! Core kicks out! Zellor back to his feet first but Core chops his knee and he’s down. Core with a lateral! One—Zellor pushes Core off of him. Both
men back to their feet. Collar-and-elbow! Core with a side headlock. Into a takedown. Zellor with a headscissors. Core rolls through and hooks the legs!
One! Tw—kickout by Zellor. Both men back to their feet. Another collar-and-elbow. Core forces Zellor into the corner. Fist into Zellor’s face. He yells
to the ref, telling him to keep the match clean. But here comes a second fist. A third! Core runs back. He’s going to run his shoulder into Zellor!

CORE! CORE! CORE! CORE

He runs, jumps and lands his shoulder square in Zellor’s gut. Zellor is bent over, clutching his abdomen. Core is going up top. Flying bulldog! But Zellor
turns around and catches Core! Flapjack!

ROB MARTINEZ: What a REVERSAL!

MURCIELAGO: Right out of my playbook.

Cover! One! Two! Th—kickout!

Core is getting back to his feet but Zellor is a step ahead of him. He’s putting him in the Scar… now called the Zellorification! But Core lifts his head
and brings Zellor with him. Spinebuster!

ROB MARTINEZ: Another great reversal!

MURCIELAGO: The name spinebuster is a misnomer. If you do it right, the back of their head hits the mat, not their back.

Core takes the chance to take off Zellor’s sparring helmet! Now he is going up top. Zellor is standing slowly. Core hits his flying bulldog! Core is back
to his feet, grabs Zellor’s feet. Slingshot! Zellor hits the turnbuckle head first! Zellor stumbles back. Core grab him from behind. Big belly-to-back!
Lateral. One! Two! Zellor in the nick of time!

ROB MARTINEZ: These men wearing each other down, but Core has the immediate advantage.

MURCIELAGO: Brilliant observation, Einstein.

Core pulls Zellor up by his head. Pushes him into the ropes, whips him off. Zellor bounces off. Core drops down. Zellor steps over, off the opposite ropes.
Core rises and hits Zellor with a Japanese armdrag! Zellor is getting to his feet. Core grabs the back of Zellor’s head and smashes it into the turnbuckle!
Again! But Zellor fires back with a back kick to Core’s balls!

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Core is doubled over. Zellor grabs Core and throws him into the corner. Eye gouge! Chop!

No time for another WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Pimp Slap! Another! Eye gouge! Chop! Pimp Slap!

ROB MARTINEZ: I thought Zellor wanted this to be a clean match?

MURCIELAGO: Yeah, well, he probably wants to win, too.

Zellor steps back, runs forward with another kick to the groin!

Core doubled over. Zellor with a European uppercut!

Zellor pushes Core into the corner. Zellor with an outstretched leg in Core’s face. Core fires back with a kick to Zellor’s balls!

Core kicks again. No effect! Zellor is smirking, but he releases the foot from Core’s head. Core can’t believe it!

Zellor with a chop.

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Zellor whips Core from corner to corner… but Core reverses somehow! Zellor bounces off of the turnbuckle. Core charges forward with a clothesline that takes
down Zellor. Zellor quick to his feet but Core meets him with a chop.

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

An eye gouge of his own! A Pimp Slap! A PIMP SLAP!

ROB MARTINEZ: Core is fighting fire with fire! And the fans are eating it up

MURCIELAGO: Hypocrites. They boo Zellor when he does the move he created, then cheer John X Core when he steals it. Typical.

Zellor is up against the ropes, holding his cheek. Core runs back, off of the ropes. Jumping clothesline that takes both over the top-rope!

RE-BEL PRO! RE-BEL PRO! RE-BEL PRO! RE-BEL PRO!

Both Core and Zellor are down. But Core is stirring first. He uses the guard rail to pull himself up. Zellor is crawling underneath the ring… what is he
getting?

ROB MARTINEZ: I thought he was looking for a weapon, like our guys normally do… but he has disappeared under the ring!

MURCIELAGO: It aint like Zellor to go and hide.

Zellor can’t be seen. What’s he doing? Where is he?

ROB MARTINEZ: Never seen anything like this!

MURCIELAGO: If he doesn’t come out in one minute, he’s the biggest pussy since TONY.

Core is looking around, trying to figure out what to do. Finally, he decides to ante up and head under the ring. But Zellor sends a Singapore cane into
his eye. INTO HIS EYE!

ROB MARTINEZ: How cheap! How VICIOUS!

MURCIELAGO: You didn’t see that coming? Shit, man, how long you been in this business?

Core is grabbing his eye! Zellor rolls back out, with the Singapore cane! He brings it down on Core’s head! No! Core dodges it and the cane hits the rail.
It bounces off and hits Zellor. Zellor is down! Core still grabbing his eye, but he bends over and grabs the cane! Zellor on all fours… Core brings the
cane across the back! Now Core is picking up Zellor… Russian legsweep with the cane brought down across the neck!

HardCore! HardCore! HardCore! HardCore! Core getting to his feet. Zellor is slow to stand, grabbing his neck. Core still has the cane. He jumps up onto
the ring apron! Moonsault! But he brings the cane down over Zellor’s head and lands on his feet! OH… MY… GOD!!

HOLY (BLEEP)! HOLY (BLEEP)! HOLY (BLEEP)! Zellor falls! He’s busted open! Core is revving up the fans! They love it!

ONLY IN RE-BEL! CLAP. CLAP. CLAP.CLAP.CLAP. ONLY IN RE-BEL! CLAP.CLAP. CLAP.CLAP.CLAP. Core is pulling a table out from underneath the ring. He sets it
up. Zellor is slowly standing, wiping the blood from his eyes. Core with a Headshot superkick that sends Zellor flying back through the table!

RE-BEL PRO! RE-BEL PRO! RE-BEL PRO! Core is grabbing another table. Setting it up! Now he’s pulling Zellor up onto the apron with him. Hurricanrana to Zellor
through the TABLE!

CORE! CORE! CORE! The fans are going crazy! Core is slow-moving too, having been on the offense at incredible speeds. He is going towards Zellor who looks
like he might be unconscious. But Zellor grabs a leg of the table and is up to his feet. He brings it across Core’s head!

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

The rope-a-dope! Core is busted open! Zellor drops the leg and picks up the cane. He waits for Core to stand, absorbing the boos of the crowd. Core stands…
and Zellor sends him back down with a cane shot!

ROB MARTINEZ: Is that necessary?

MURCIELAGO: How are you still surprised by violence in REBEL Pro?

Zellor walking away, Cane dazed but slowly climbing to his feet with the aid of the guard rail… Zellor grabs his Black Underground Railroad t-shirt. He’s
ripping it! What the hell?!? What is he doing?!?

ROB MARTINEZ: OH MY GOD! Black Underground Railroad. has a title shot next month. What is Zellor doing? Is this the end of The Black Underground Railroad.
MURCIELAGO: Relax there, chico. Oh. He is making it longer… and now he’s wrapping it around Core’s head. My God, he’s choking it him!

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Core is fading, his eyes beginning to roll back into his head as Zellor clinches the shirt around his neck. Core is falling to one knee. Now both.

ZELLOR SUCKS! ZELLOR SUCKS! ZELLOR SUCKS!

Core is shaking his fist, trying to get some adrenaline pumping. He’s up to one knee! But Zellor cinches it and now he’s back down to both.

Core shaking his fist again, up to one knee. Zellor cinches it… but no effect! Core is standing! Zellor can’t stop it!

Core with an elbow to Zellor’s gut. Another. A third. And he snapmares Zellor over! Core is grabbing his throat, trying to force oxygen back into his lungs…
but he has enough energy to run back then run forward with a vicious kick to the back of Zellor’s head!

CORE! CORE! CORE! CORE!

Core picking up Zellor and rolling him into the ring. He grabs a steel chair from ringside. He’s bringing the chair with him as he rolls into the ring.
Zellor getting to his feet… but he is sent back down with a chair shot! Core puts the chair across Zellor’s forehead. Standing somersault leg drop! Core
back to his feet. Another one!

ROB MARTINEZ: Right across the face of Zellor!

MURCIELAGO: Hit ‘em hard. Hit ‘em fast.

Core grabs the chair. He sets it up in the ring… He runs off of the rope, hops on the chair, onto the top-rope… triple jump moonsault! Cover!

ROB MARTINEZ: What a match! One!

Two!

Three—NO! NO! Kickout by the former tag team champion!

Core going up top with the chair. He’s waving his arms, getting the fans behind him. They are very willing! Zellor is slowly getting to his feet. Core hucks
the chair at Zellor…. but Zellor catches it. But that turns out to be a mistake! Core with a dropkick into the chair into his face!

CORE! CORE! CORE! CORE!

Cover!

One! Two!

Three!

NO! Shoulder up with a nanosecond to spare!

Core lays the chair across the chest of Zellor. He hasn’t given up yet. He’s going up top.

630 Splash!

Cover!

One!

Two!

Three!

NO!

NO!

NO!

Zellor gets a foot on the rope! Core has given his all!

ROB MARTINEZ: If Core had only pulled Zellor closer to the center of the ring, this one would be over.

MURCIELAGO: Woulda, shoulda, coulda.

ROB MARTINEZ: Isn’t that expression supposed to be—

MURCIELAGO: Shut the (BLEEP) up.

Core is rolling around, holding his back in incredible pain. Zellor is using the ropes to try to pull himself up. But he’s having a world of trouble. The
splash knocked nearly all of his wind out of him. He’s holding his ribs as if one or more are broken.

Core is up but he’s still clutching his back. Zellor has managed to get to his feet. Both men run in. Double clothesline sends both down to the mat! Core
grabbing his back again. Zellor is getting to his feet. He’s bringing Core up by his mohawk. But Core springs back to life! Elbow to the face! Another!
Core runs, off of the ropes. Spinning heel kick and Zellor is down! Core runs off of the ropes, jumps over Zellor, standing moonsault! But Zellor gets
his knees up!

GO HOME ZELLOR! GO HOME ZELLOR! GO HOME ZELLOR!

Core clutching his stomach. Zellor rolling to his feet… with the chair! As Core gets to all fours, Zellor brings the chair down on his back! Twice! THREE
TIMES! He picks up Core, dropping He’s going for a DDT on the chair!

ROB MARTINEZ: This could be it!

Core grabs Zellor by his waist. Northern lights suplex!

ONE!

TWO!

THR—NO! NO! Zellor kicks out!

Core and Zellor both climbing to their feet but are barely standing. A tired collar-and-elbow. Zellor with a knee to the gut. A kick to the gut! Snap DDT
onto the chair!

Both men are down. Zellor can’t get the energy to make a lateral. Core clutching his head. Zellor’s stirring. Standing. But Core clips a knee and Zellor
falls. Core’s locking on the Lockout! Holy shit!

ROB MARTINEZ: I am constantly amazed by the resiliency of John X Core! Zellor is grinding his teeth, trying to resist submitting. He gets his arm lose!
And he’s using it to land elbows! He’s giving it everything he has left!

MURCIELAGO: Not much fight left in these guys. They’ve been going at this nearly twenty minutes. He gets free. Both men climb to their feet slowly. Core
charges in with a clothesline but Zellor ducks it. Zellor off of the ropes, goes for a clothesline of his own but it is ducked too! Zellor keeps going
off of the ropes. Core picks up the chair! Hucks it at Zellor! But Zellor catches it! In mid-air! And throws it BACK at CORE! CORE FALLS!

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Zellor runs over to Core, pulls him up, kick to the gut… Stone’s Throw onto the CHAIR!

One!

TWO!

THREE!!

Zellor with the win!

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of the match… STONE ZELLOR!

ROB MARTINEZ: What a match! I can’t wait to see their partners, Everhardt and Trey, going at it next week… then next month we have the big tag team title
rematch! This summer is heating up!

MURCIELAGO: Relax there, guy. We got a lot more action tonight. No need to hyperventilate now.

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JENNY JERSEY: The following contest is the FIRST EVER Triple Threat Forty Five Minute Ironman Match, and it is for the vacated REBEL CAROLINAS CHAMPIONSHIP!
Introducing first…

“All Right Now” by Free hits the arena as the crowd erupts in cheers. A bald Mikey Massacre pops out from behind the curtain and looks around at the adoring
fans. He walks towards the ring with determination in his eyes.

JENNY JERSEY: From Albuquerque, New Mexico! He weighs in at two hundred thirty-five pounds…MIKEY MASSACRE!!

Mikey makes it to the ring apron and slides in to the ring. His music fades as he looks towards the entrance for his competitors.

ROB MARTINEZ: Mikey looks ready for this match!

“Black Pus” by Devilhellipers rings throughout the arena as Dio Muerte steps out to the stage. The crowd erupts in boos, but Dio pays them no attention
as he makes his way down the aisle.

JENNY JERSEY: Approaching the ring. From Hollywood, California. He weighs in at two hundred twenty-eight pounds…DIO MUERTE!!

Dio reaches the ring apron and waits outside as his music fades out.

MURCIELAGO: Dio waits on the outside as Mikey looks on from the inside!

“Jerkoff” by Tool blasts in the arena as the crowd’s boos continue. Manny steps out to the entrance wearing a pair of boxers and painted white! There is
a large black widow spider painted on his back as he smirks, listening to the crowd’s reaction. He makes his way down the aisle as both Dio and Mikey look
on. Dio slides in to the ring and continues to look at Manny.

JENNY JERSEY: Making his way to the ring, hailing from Los Angeles, California. He weighs in at two hundred thirty-two pounds…MANNY X!!

Manny slides under the bottom rope and stares at Mikey with a smirk on his face. The music fades out as Dale McDonald holds all three men away from each
other before the opening bell.

ROB MARTINEZ: Here we go! We’re going to have ourselves one hell of a match here!

Dale McDonald calls for the opening bell as the timer starts, and Mikey instantly rushes at Manny. He tackles him to the mat and begins laying in hard rights.
Manny tries to cover up and throws rights of his own until Dio tears Mikey off of Manny. He spins Mikey towards him and drills him with a hard right. Mikey
rebounds with a series of rights which Dio has troubles blocking. Dio is able to poke Mikey in the eye with his thumb as Manny gets back up. Manny grabs
Mikey from behind in an inverted fireman’s carry…possibly looking for Gang Banging Since ’94! Dio with a vicious shuffle sidekick, and Manny falls to
his knees as he drops Mikey off of his shoulders!

MURCIELAGO: We almost saw Manny get an early lead!

ROB MARTINEZ: Did you hear that thud after the impact from Dio’s boot to Manny’s skull?!

Dio grabs Manny in a front face lock as Mikey slowly gets back up. Dio with the flipover for the DDT…but Mikey catches him! Sitdown powerbomb by Mikey
as Manny hits the hangman’s neckbreaker at the same time! Mikey gets back to his feet, but Manny instantly tackles him and starts laying in hard rights.
Mikey is able to block some of the shots, and Manny quickly improvises with a series of high impact headbutts. Manny sinks his teeth in to Mikey’s forehead
as Dio makes it back to his feet. Mikey hits Manny with a throat thrust forcing Manny off of him. As Manny gets back to his feet, he stumbles around and
turns in to Dio he grabs him with a front face lock and drops him with a spike DDT.

ROB MARTINEZ: He damn near broke Manny’s neck with that DDT!

MURCIELAGO: It wasn’t really that impressive.

Dio attempts a clothesline on the rising Mikey, but Mikey ducks it! Mikey grabs Dio from behind…back suplex! Manny regains part of his composure and slides
out of the ring. He pushes the timekeeper aside and takes his chair. Manny slowly snakes his way back in to the ring as Mikey goes for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

BAM!

Manny with a nasty chairshot to Mikey’s back! Mikey rolls off of Dio and slowly gets back to his feet. Manny smacks Mikey hard in the skull with a chair
and watches as Mikey begins to stumble! He cracks Mikey again in the skull, and Mikey falls to one knee! Manny grins as he prepares for a third shot, but
Mikey hits him with a hard uppercut between the legs! Manny leans over in pain as Mikey gets back to his feet! Mikey with a stiff kick to the chair…and
Manny is drilled right in the face!

Manny falls hard to the mat as Dio gets back to his feet. Dio grabs Mikey from behind and bulldogs him face first on to the chair! Dio looks down at the
carnage for a second before grabbing Mikey by the wrist. He drags Mikey over to the corner and leaves him in a sitting position. Dio grabs the chair and
wedges it between the ropes in the corner, resting it in from of Mikey’s face. He looks back over and Manny and begins to walk to him. He lifts Manny back
up and drags him to the corner. He lifts Manny up, hanging him in the tree-of-woe in front of Mikey!

ROB MARTINEZ: This could get nasty!

MURCIELAGO: Well, I would guess that with this positioning…Dio is thinking of going coast to coast!

Dio climbs the far turnbuckle. He looks towards both of his adversaries and dives off the top! He nails Manny hard in the face with a dropkick, causing
double impact as the back of Manny’s head cracks in to the chair, forcing the chair in to Mikey’s face! Manny is slumped over, still hanging upside down.
Dio lifts Manny by his goatee and applies an inverted facelock. Dio falls forward with an inverted DDT ramming the back of Manny’s skull in to the chair
again!

Manny falls to the mat and Dio quickly shoots the half to make a cover!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

Manny rolls the shoulder at the last second! Mikey forces the chair out of the corner and falls to the mat. He rolls out of the ring and checks under the
apron for a weapon as Dio picks up Manny. Dio whips Manny hard in to the corner and picks up the steel chair. Dio swings the chair at Manny, but Manny
catches it! The two men fight over the chair as Mikey slides back in to the ring, florescent bulb in hand! Manny pushes Dio off…and Mikey shatters the
bulb over Dio’s head as Dio turns towards him! Dio falls to the mat as Manny tries to catch his breath. Mikey flies in at Manny with a hard knee lift in
to the chair, and Manny cracks himself in the face!

ROB MARTINEZ: Mikey really wants that championship back!

MURCIELAGO: I think he’s more interested in beating the living hell out of Manny!

Manny drops the chair as he stumbles, and Mikey tackles him to the mat! Mikey uses a broken chuck of the bulb and scrapes at Manny’s forehead with it! Mikey
takes the broken bulb and puts it in Manny’s mouth. He applies a rear chinlock to Manny and tries forcing him to bite and shatter the bulb in his mouth!
Manny’s struggles to keep from shattering the bulb! He grabs a hold of the chair in front of him and swings back, smashing Mikey right in the skull! Manny
slowly gets back to his feet as Dio is standing, waiting for him. Dio runs at Manny, and Manny tosses the chair at him. Dio catches it and Manny quickly
lifts the rushing man in to the air, dropping him face first in to the chair as it crashes in to the top turnbuckle! Dio stumbles back and Manny lifts
him on to his shoulders in an inverted fireman’s carry position!

ROB MARTINEZ: He could be going for his Gang Banging Since ’94!

MURCIELAGO: If he hits this, he probably will have the first fall in this match!

Mikey is back to his feet and quickly comes at Manny. Manny drops Dio over the top rope, but Dio lands on the apron! Manny ducks a clothesline from Mikey
and lifts him in position for Gang Banging Since ’94! Manny tosses Mikey in the air…hard knee lift to the back of the skull! Mikey quickly rolls out
of the ring as Manny looks out at him in disbelief! Manny turns towards Dio as Dio springboards off the top rope…DIOMORTALIZER! Manny bounces back to
his feet from the impact, his eyes glassed over! He falls to his knees then falls flat on his face! Dio makes the quick cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

ROB MARTINEZ: What a move by Dio!

JENNY JERSEY: Dio Muerte has scored a pinfall! The score is one fall for Muerte, zero falls for Manny X, and zero falls for Massacre!

MURCIELAGO: Dio Muerte has the lead now as he has scored the first pinfall!

Muerte quickly grabs the chair and drills Mikey as he was starting to get back to his feet. Mikey falls back to the mat and Dio falls on him for the cover!
ONE!

TWO!

NO!

Manny is able to hit Dio with a double sledge before the three count! Manny violently pulls Muerte back to his feet and drills him hard in the jaw with
a vicious knee lift! Muerte stumbles back as Manny flies at him with a clothesline which sends Muerte crashing to the floor outside! Manny slides out of
the ring and approaches the coat which he wore to the ring. He reaches inside of his coat and pulls something out of the inside pocket.

ROB MARTINEZ: What is that? Are those…shirakins?!

MURCIELAGO: Ha! That’s just great! This jackass has brought ninja stars with him to use as a weapon!

Manny slides back in to the ring and drills Mikey with a hard punt to the skull as Mikey was on all four trying to get back to his feet! He lifts Mikey
to a sitting position and holds out his right arm. Manny holds the three shirakins in between his fingers and quickly rakes the shirakins across the inside
of Mikey’s arm! He holds out Mikey’s other arm and rakes the shirakins across it! Manny drops Mikey back to the mat and begins raking his forehead with
the shirakins! Blood begins to pour out of Mikey’s head and inner arms as Manny hovers over him with a sadistic smile!

ROB MARTINEZ: This is just wrong!

MURCIELAGO: He’s grating Mikey’s forehead like it was a block of cheese!

Manny drops the sharakins as Mikey lays on the mat in pain from his cuts. Manny slides back out of the ring and goes back to his coat. He pulls another
object and quickly slides back in to the ring. He lifts Mikey back to his feet and reveals the pizza cutter which he possesses! He holds the cutter high
in to the air as he holds Mikey in a standing position by the hair. Manny quickly moves the blade of the cutter against Mikey’s throat!

ROB MARTINEZ: He can’t do this! He can’t be allowed to do this!

MURCIELAGO: Actually, I like this strategy. Most people’s standpoint is to wear down your opponents when you’re in a triple threat match! Manny looks like
he’s just going to eliminate the x-factor by killing him, thus making it a one on one match!

ROB MARTINEZ: That’s just sick!

Muerte slides back in to the ring and hits both Mikey and Manny with a low blow! Manny drops the cutter as both men fall to the mat. Dio crouches over Manny
as he lies on the mat, and he lifts Manny’s head in to the air. He slams Manny’s head back in to the mat and begins laying in hard elbows to the side of
the skull! Blood begins to spill out of Manny as it becomes noticed that there is barbed wire wrapped around Dio’s elbow! Dio finally stops elbowing Manny
as a river of blood starts to form. Dio unwraps his arm and holds an end of the barbed wire in each hand. He places the barbed wire in Manny’s mouth and
pulls back…a brutal version of a camel clutch! Blood starts to fall from Manny’s mouth as both of the sides of his mouth have been cut open! He raises
his hand, looking ready to tap!

ROB MARTINEZ: Manny looks like he’s ready to tap! Dio may go up by two falls!

Dio pulls back hard as Mikey has made it back to his feet and ascends to the top rope, steel chair in hand. Manny’s hand starts coming down for the tap…THE
MASSACRE! Mikey rolls on the mat holding his gut as Dio has fallen off of Manny. Mikey sees his opportunity and quickly crawls to Dio to cover him!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

ROB MARTINEZ: Mikey has done it! He scores a fall after a vicious Massacre!

JENNY JERSEY: Mikey Massacre has scored a pinfall! Dio Muerte and Mikey Massacre are tied at one fall a piece! Manny X has zero falls!

Mikey gets back to his feet only to be met with a high knee from Manny sending him over the top rope! Dio slowly gets back to his feet and Manny grabs him
from behind…GANG BANGING SINCE ’94! Manny falls on top of Dio for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

JENNY JERSEY: Manny X has scored a pinfall! All three participants are tied at one fall!

Manny quickly gets back to his feet and notices Mikey getting up on the outside. Manny springboards over for a dive, but Mikey sidesteps him and slams him
hard in to the guardrail! Mikey reaches under the apron and pulls out a garbage can. He awaits Manny to stand again…BAM! Mikey with a hard shot to Manny’s
skull! Manny falls back, leaning against the guardrail. Mikey swings the can again, but before he can smash Manny’s head with it, Manny delivers a stiff
boot between the legs! He grabs Mikey in a front face lock and delivers a cross legged fisherman’s buster!

ROB MARTINEZ: What an impact!

Dio has rolled to the outside of the ring on the other side as Manny reaches under the apron. He pulls out a table and smiles as he slides it in. Manny
reaches back under and pulls out a second table! Dio has found a table of his own and he sets it up on the outside! Dio reaches back under…a second table!
Dio stacks the tables and slides back in to the ring. Manny flies at him for a clothesline, but Dio tosses him up in to the air…and Manny lands on his
feet on top of the double stacked tables! Manny dives off…SWANTON! Dio crashes to the mat as Manny catches him with his boot from the Swanton! Mikey
siides back in to the ring, ladder in hand! He waits for Manny to get back to his feet…CRACK! Right in to Manny’s mouth! Mikey sets the ladder up and
picks up Manny. Manny with another low blow, and Mikey is down!

ROB MARTINEZ: Mikey is having some trouble mounting an offense here!

Manny slides back out of the ring and reaches under the apron. He pulls out a gas can! Manny goes to his coat once again, this time pulling out matches.
He walks back over to the double stacked tables and starts doucing the bottom one in gasoline! Manny lights a match, but it blows out. He lights a second,
and it blows out. Manny lights a third match, this time looking frustrated, and it keeps it’s flame. He drops the match at the douced table and flames
instantly erupt. He smiles as he slides back in to the ring and picks up Dio. He pulls Dio out to the apron and places him on top of the second table!
Manny climbs back in to the ring with a smile still covering his face.

MURCIELAGO: this can’t be good for Dio!

Manny ascends the ladder, constantly looking behind him to see that Dio is still on the table. As he approaches the top, Mikey is able to get to his feet.
Mikey quickly ascends the other end of the ladder but is met with a hard headbutt! Manny tries forcing Mikey off the ladder, but Mikey struggles to hold
his footing! Manny swings with a right, and Mikey blocks it! Mikey smashes Manny’s face hard in to the top of the ladder! Mikey climbs to the top and pulls
Manny up with him. He lifts Manny high in to the air for a powerbomb…

MURCIELAGO: NO F***ING WAY!

ROB MARTINEZ: This is going to be brutal Murc!

Mikey falls forward crashing both himself and Manny on top of Dio! They crash hard through both tables and all three lay lifeless on the floor outside!
The crowd sits in shock as does every member of the ringside crew. Chunks of the burning table are sprawled out around all three men as members of the
medical staff rush out to help the three competitors!

ROB MARTINEZ: There’s a good chance that this may be the end of the match! All three men are motionless on the outside of the floor. They are all covered
in blood and look to need immediate attention!

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The staff members separate each trying to help one of the competitors. As Dio’s upper body is lifted, he pushes away the staff members apparently not wanting
medical attention. He pulls himself to one knee, leaning over to spit up blood. He grabs a hold of the apron and slowly rolls back in the ring. He lays
on the ground trying to catch his breath. The medical staff helping Manny try to roll him on to a stretcher, but he snatches the neck brace from one of
the staff members and drills him in the head with it! He uses the neck brace to knock down all of the staff members trying to help him and he slowly gets
back to his feet. He stands on the outside, leaning his head against the apron as blood spills out of his mouth. The staff members get Mikey on to the
stretcher and wheel him up the entrance ramp.

MURCIELAGO: it looks like this match will be one on one!

Just before the stretcher reaches the curtain, Mikey rolls off. He falls to his hands and knees as the medical staff try to help him back up. He pushes
them off and pull himself up to a standing position! Mikey, holding his ribs, walks back to the ring. Manny looks under one side of the ring as Mikey looks
under another side. They both pull out steel chairs as Dio gets back to his feet. He notices both men have a chair in hand, and he quickly grabs the chair
still in the ring. Mikey and Manny slide back in to the ring and Manny quickly connects with a hard shot to Dio’s skull! Dio stumbles back but follows
through with a hard shot of his own, dropping Manny to one knee. Dio drills Mikey hard in the skull with his chair, but Mikey retaliates with a hard chair
shot of his own! Dio stumbles back as Mikey drills Manny in the head with the chair. Manny looks ready to fall to the mat, but instead manages to pull
himself back up to his feet! Mikey swings his chair again, but Manny ducks it! Manny cracks Mikey hard in the head with his chair! Mikey spins around and
stumbles backwards in to Manny…GANG BANGING SINCE ’94! Manny makes the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

JENNY JERSEY: Manny X has scored a pinfall! The score is now Manny X with two falls, Dio Muerte and Mikey Massacre with one fall a piece! Manny X has the
lead!

ROB MARTINEZ: Manny has the lead!

Manny gets back to his feet and is met with a vicious lariat from Dio sending him over the top rope! Dio picks up Mikey and grabs him with a front face
lock! He attempts to flip over Mikey, but Mikey blocks it! Northern lights suplex with a bridge! Mikey has the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

DIO BRIDGE BACK UP! Dio spins Mikey back around in to the front facelock! Mikey lifts Dio up and rushes at the corner, smashing Dio back first in to the
turnbuckles! Mikey tries to pull away, but Dio won’t let go of the front ordering viagra online uk facelock! He uses his free hand to pull himself up to the middle turnbuckle…DIOMORTALIZER!
Mikey bounce back to a standing position and instantly falls back first against the mat! Dio makes the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

JENNY JERSEY: Dio Muerte has scored a second fall! The score is now Manny X and Dio Muerte tied at two falls, and Mikey Massacre at one fall!

ROB MARTINEZ: Diomortalizer out of no where! What a move by Dio!

Manny slides back in to the ring, this time holding a red hot cattle prod! A torch lays on the floor outside as Manny waits for Dio to get back up. He swings
the prod like a bat and cracks Dio hard in the skull with it! Blood drips off of the side of the cattle prod as Manny looks around at the blood soaked
mat. He quickly thrusts the cattle prod in to Mikey’s back, leaving a giant burn mark on his back! Mikey steps on Mikey’s right wrist and thrusts the prod
in to the back of Mikey’s hand! Mikey screams in pain as Manny applies more pressure! He smiles as he tosses the prod to the side. McDonald quickly picks
it up and hands it to an official on the outside. Manny quickly stomps on Mikey’s burnt hand and rolls him over for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

Mikey is able to kick out! Manny notices Dio getting up and quickly tosses him out of the ring. Manny climbs out of the ring on the opposite side. He finds
himself a steel chair wrapped in barbed wire. He slides back in to the ring and places it on top of Mikey. Manny climbs to the top rope and dives off with
a splash, but Mikey is able to thrust the chair in to the air, and Manny smashes in to it face first! He stumbles back and slumps in to the corner as Mikey
slowly gets back to his feet. He looks down at the chair, then back at Manny. He lifts Manny to the top rope and quickly follows him up…REBELYELL ON
TO THE CHAIR! Mikey floats in to the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

ROB MARTINEZ: Mikey has scored another fall!

JENNY JERSEY: Mikey Massacre has scored a pinfall! The score in now a three way tie at two falls apiece!

ROB MARTINEZ: We’re coming down to the last couple of minutes in this match, and we have ourselves a tie!

MURCIELAGO: You’re an idiot! Jenny just told everyone that! They didn’t need to hear it from you!

Dio has found his way to the outside of the ring and he finds himself another table under the ring. He slides the table back in and quickly follows. Dio
sets up the table as Mikey is using the ropes to get back to his feet. He rushes at Dio, but Dio lifts him, dropping him throat first against the top rope!
Dio picks Manny up and lays him down on top of the table! Dio climbs to the top rope, but Mikey quickly makes his way to the corner and drills Dio with
a jumping enziguri! Mikey climbs the ropes and grabs Dio for a superplex, but Dio blocks it! Dio with a hard shot to the gut. He grabs Mikey with a front
face lock as Manny has rolled off the table…DIOMORTALIZER THROUGH THE TABLE!

ROB MARTINEZ: MIKEY IS OUT! Dio better hurry up though, the clock is below thirty seconds!

MURCIELAGO: Dio desperately needs to make the cover, as it looks like Manny is getting back to his feet!

Dio stands after the devastating move and stumbles as he looks down at Mikey. Before he can drop down for the cover, Manny grabs him from behind, lifting
him up in to an inverted fireman’s carry! GANG BANGING SINCE ’94!

ROB MARTINEZ: FIVE! FOUR…

Manny quickly makes the cover on Dio!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING! DING! DING!

ROB MARTINEZ: It’s over! Manny X has done the unthinkable, scoring one final fall before the finishing bell!

MURCIELAGO: Three men covered in blood, but Manny X will walk out as the new REBEL Carolinas Champion!

JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner, and the NEW REBEL CAROLINAS CHAMPION….MANNY X!!!

Paramedics are working on all three men. The fans are chanting REBEL! REBEL! REBEL! This was truly chaotic. A week from Saturday, Steele versus Rees…
REBEL WORLD TITLE at the Underground!