REBEL Underground 05/24/2008

05/24/2008
As the theme music for the first ever REBEL Underground show comes to an end a more familiar music hits the airwaves in Durham. “When The Lights Go Out”
by Akron Ohio’s own, The Black Keys, fills the heads of the REBEL fans in attendance. The blues-rock sound brings them to their feet as this can only mean
one man; REBEL Pro World Heavyweight Champion “The TECHNICAL TERROR” Lloyd Rees walks out from behind the curtain. Rees’ hair is a wild untamed mess and
the clean trimmed beard look from the NAPW World Title match contract signing is over grown. With REBEL gold shinning around his waist the scruffy looking
World Champion makes his way to the ring.

Back in the ring Rees stands in the corner displaying the big gold belt for all to see. Cheers continue for the World Champion as Rees grabs the microphone.
Rees raises the microphone to his lips and the cheers slowly die out as he starts to speak.

“THE TECHNICAL TERROR” LLOYD REES: Man, its good t’be da REBEL Pro World Heavyweight Champion!

Rees’ words get another big reaction from the REBEL crowd.

“THE TECHNICAL TERROR” LLOYD REES: This belt means a lot in da world of wrasslin’ and it means a lot t’me. REBEL Pro has some of da greatest wrasslers in
da business t’day and fer me t’have dis belt strapped around me waist means d’hat in a cage full of vicious pit bulls, “Da TECHNICAL TERROR” is da alpha
male! Dis very ring is now sole property of “LDK” and if anyone and I mean anyone, sees fit t’try and take it from me…

Rees unclips the REBEL Pro belt from his waist and lays it on the mat at his feet.

“THE TECHNICAL TERROR” LLOYD REES: All ya got t’do is ask!

As the fans cheer, Rees picks the REBEL Title back up off the mat and places it over his shoulder.

“THE TECHNICAL TERROR” LLOYD REES: Which brings me t’how I got here, how Lloyd Rees became the REBEL Champ. On May 13th at a little viagra pfizer REBEL show called Naval
Attack I had one of da greatest matches of my career; a Steel Cage Submission match against the then defending Champ, Jake Phoenix. D’hat match could have
gone either way d’hat night, I just so happened t’be da better man, got da win, and became World Champion. So, what I am try’n t’say here people is simple.
Rees looks into the camera.

“THE TECHNICAL TERROR” LLOYD REES: Jake! Yer a bad ass and you will have yer day in da sun again. In fact, ya got yerself a little rematch at Red, White,
and Bruised II and I would like nothing better if I’m da man staring ya down on da other side of da ring. But, d’hat is da future and we all know d’hat
“LDK” deals with da now!

“LDK” readjusts the REBEL Title hanging over his shoulder then, continues.

“THE TECHNICAL TERROR” LLOYD REES: And the now is me upcoming title defense on June 3rd at American Anarchy 2008. Da way I figure it, someone here at REBEL
must have a little issue with “Da TECHNICAL TERROR”. Maybe I rubbed someone da wrong way in da past, I’m not t’sure. Da reason I say dis is cause fer me
first defense I don’t just have t’take on one man. Not just two. No no no! The Main Event d’hat night is a Four Way Dance fer me Heavyweight Title. Not
only d’hat but, we are a mere tens days away from dis huge match up and only one of me competitors have been named.

Now don’t get me wrong, I ain’t cry’n about da situation. “LDK” has been in tougher ones d’hen dis and I’m sure d’ere is many more t’come. Sure it would
be nice t’know who I was step’n in da ring with at American Anarchy but, does it really matter? Do ya think it makes one ounce of different to “Da TECHNICAL
TERROR” who makes it into dis match? Will it affect da out come?! Not likely!

Lloyd strokes his beard for a second.

“THE TECHNICAL TERROR” LLOYD REES: Ya see, I’m da REBEL Pro World Heavyweight Champion and I’d like t’keep it d’hat way so, it doesn’t matter if yer name
is Castle, Roberts, El Rey, Hollywood, Massacre, or Zeke when da bell rings on June third, whatever unlucky combination on competitors it is, you’ll have
t’deal with…

Rees hoist the title belt high for all to see and the cheers start again.

“THE TECHNICAL TERROR” LLOYD REES: Da best dame wrassler in da business t’day, da REBEL Pro World Heavyweight Champion, “LDK”, “DA TECHNICAL TERROR”…LLOYD
REES!!!

Rees lets the microphone drop and as if on que his music starts to play. Cheers from the REBEL crowd fill the air as The Champion exits up the ramp and
behind the curtain.

——————————————————————————–

Jenny Jersey and two competitors are in the ring waiting for the bell.

JENNY JERSEY: This next match is a singles match! On my right, weighing in at one hundred and eighty seven pounds, from the local Circle K, this is WARREN!
Warren metals out as the fans cheer.

JENNY JERSEY: On my left, weighing in at two hundred and forty five pounds, from Parts Unknown, this is BLOOD!

The fans at the Steele Dojo boo, but Blood doesn’t pay any attention. He gazes at Warren evenly, and Alan Stone calls for the bell. Warren and Blood circles
around, Blood in no hurry here. Warren senses an opportunity, and lunges out with a short clothesline, knocking Blood to the mat. Warren jumps high in
the air, dropping on the chest of Blood with his knees. Blood is gasping for breath, and Warren picks him up. Warren locks Blood in position for a DDT,
but Blood flips the lighter Warren over his head. Warren hits the mat and lets go of Blood, and that’s all the opportunity Blood needs to capitalize. Blood
stomps on the chest of Warren, and drags him over to the corner of the ring. Blood gets to the halfway point of the ring, and then runs full speed, lifting
his knee into the face of Warren. The crowd boos, and Blood smirks. He rolls under the ropes and searches under the ring. He brings out a steel chair,
and sets it up in between two turnbuckles. He whips Warren into that turnbuckle, and Warren cries out as his back hits the steel. And here comes Blood!
Splash! Insult to injury! But Blood’s not done yet! He throws Warren to the opposite side of the ring, and Warren hits the other turnbuckle. And once more
Blood rushes at him. BIG BOOT! Warren almost got his HEAD taken off with that one! The former tag champ drops to the mat, and Blood makes a lazy cover.
Stone counts. One! Two!

And Blood picks up Warren, waving his finger in a “not yet” signal. The crowd boos. Blood calls to the curtain. “See that, Kurt Castle? This is what you
have to look forward to.” Stone tells Blood to get on with it, and Blood slides back under the ring, bringing out a shovel. He shoves Warren into the corner,
and uses the shovel Triple H-style, hand over the butt, which he rams into the face of Warren. Warren’s nose gushes forth with blood, which is what Blood
wants to see. He gets Warren into a pumphandle position, flipping him up and over, but he lets go of the pumphandle, and grabs the neck as Warren goes
down to the mat. HUGE cutter by Blood and Warren doesn’t even know where he is. Stone is telling Blood to stop with the games and just finish this already.
Blood gives a glare to Stone, shrugs, and covers Warren. One! Two! Th-

Blood breaks the pin again. Alan Stone does not look happy, but Blood’s aiming to show everyone what he’s capable of. Especially Kurt Castle. Blood signals
for the Bloodwake, and boots Warren in the gut. Warren folds in half, and Blood grabs him, picking him up into a front facelock, and then drops to a sitout
position. Warren sells it like he’s been shot, and Blood’s about to pin him, when he shakes his head, and flips Warren over, locking in a modified crossface.
Warren taps immediately, and Alan Stone thankfully calls this match as over.

JENNY JERSEY: And the winner of this match by submission, BLOOD!

Blood demands Alan Stone raise his hand in victory. Stone does so, reluctantly. Blood calls for a microphone, and snatches the one Jenny hands over.

BLOOD: The time for words is over! Kurt Castle! Queen City Chaos. Last Man Standing match. Are you up to the challenge, Kurt? Or are you going to walk away
yet again? Make your choice.

Blood drops the mic, picks up Warren once more, and delivers another Bloodwake! Warren’s out cold on the mat as Blood stands up, runs his fingers through
his hair, and walks out of the ring, smirking.

——————————————————————————–

All three men are in the ring, waiting in their respective corners as Jenny Jersey approaches the center of the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, our next match is scheduled for one fall and is a triple threat match. Introducing first, from Hollywood, California.
MR. HOLLYWOOD!

A decent amount of cheers from the crowd.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent, from London, England. GALACTIX!

A smaller amount of cheers, but still some.

JENNY JERSEY: And their opponent, from Los Angeles, California. MANNY X!

And now for the boos. The bell sounds as Jenny leaves the ring and Manny makes the immediate beeline for Galactix, taking him off his feet with a vicious
forearm smash before Mr. Hollywood catches him with a boot to the gut. Manny is doubled over as he’s nailed from above by a clubbing blow to the back -
but Manny catches him off guard with a headbutt! Hollywood is backed against the ropes by a series of chops and punches, before a cactus clothesline takes
both him and Manny X out of the ring! Both men get right back up–but here comes Galactix with a suicide dive through the ropes! This match is off to a
bang. Galactix uses the guard rails to get back to his feet, but Mr. Hollywood is close behind, catching the Brit with a toe kick – SNAKE EYES ON THE GUARD
RAIL! The crowd’s cheers soon disappear though, as Manny X charges towards his opponents with a chair in hand! One shot to the skull of Mr. Hollywood takes
him down! Another shot to the midsection of the prone Galactix and Manny has that evil look in his eye.

He tosses the chair into the ring, before looking under the ring for some other weapons. A table, a trash can and a 2×4 … But Mr. Hollywood interrupts
the search as he bounces Manny’s head off the apron! It’s enough to daze him, leaving Manny vulnerable on the outside as Hollywood wails away with some
hard rights to the skull, before rolling his opponent back into the ring. Manny uses the ropes to get back to his feet, only to be caught with a trash
can shot to the back! The crowd “ooh” as they see the dent left in the side of the can, but Mr. Hollywood brings it down across the back of his opponent
again! And Manny gets straight back to his feet! Hollywood looks shocked as he lifts the trash can above his head again–boot to the gut from Manny! And
another! He goes against the ropes–KNEE TO THE BACK! Galactix back on the apron catches Manny with a knee to the back! And Mr. Hollywood nails the BIG
BOOT TO MANNY X! He goes for the cover, getting a two count before Galactix breaks it up!

Galactix goes straight for Manny, assuming a mounted position across the chest as he unleashes a flurry of lefts and rights as Mr. Hollywood sets up the
table across the ring. Eventually, Galactix relents as he lifts Manny back to his feet and sends him against the ropes with an Irish whi–NO! REVERSED!
Galactix goes against the ropes, but Manny lowers his head too early in an attempted back body drop, instead getting a boot to the face! Galactix goes
against the ropes again–but this time Mr. Hollywood cuts him off with a huge CHOKESLAM! Cover! ONE! TWO! NO! Manny brings the chair down across Hollywood’s
back to break up the pin. Mr. Hollywood rolls towards the ropes, using them to get back to his feet as Manny X catches him with a stiff kick to the ribs!
And another! He bounces off the ropes–CAUSE OF INSANITY! Lateral press – TWO COUNT!

Manny X is back on his feet, and he has the 2×4 in hand. Galactix is the first of his opponents to get back up, and he gets a weapon shot to the midsection
for his trouble! It doubles him over in the center of the ring before Manny places the 2×4 across his opponent’s throat, and connects with the Russian
leg sweep! No pin attempt though as Manny stands up–CHAIR SHOT FROM HOLLYWOOD! Manny’s out on his feet as Hollywood goes against the ropes – DIRECTOR’S
CUT! The running scissor kick connects — but Mr. Hollywood is rolled up by a schoolboy from Galactix! ONE! TWO! THRE- NOOO! SHOULDER UP! Galactix so close
to stealing this one, but both he and Mr. Hollywood scramble to re-attain their vertical bases. Hollywood goes for the lariat, only to have it ducked!
He turns around–right hand jab by Galactix! And a second! A third! And a left haymaker floors Mr. Hollywood! SHAKE RATTLE ‘N’ ROLL, BABY! And now Galactix
is the only man standing … so he climbs on top of the table. GALACTIX SPLASH TO MANNY X’S … KNEES!

Mr. Hollywood rolls towards the ropes, using them to get back to his feet, unaware that Manny X is standing behind him. Manny grabs him, looking the katahajime
- but it’s blocked! Hollywood throws a back elbow, forcing Manny to relent, and Hollywood follows up with a boot to the midsection before going against
the ropes — CAUGHT! Manny X with a BACK BODY DROP THROUGH THE TABLE! Surely that’s enough to put him away – SCHOOLBOY BY GALACTIX! ONE! TWO! THREENOOOO!
Manny kicks out! But both men stand up as Manny scoops the small Brit up onto his shoulders. GANG BANGIN’ SINCE ’94 ON GALACTIX! Manny hooks a leg! ONE!
TWO! THREE!

——————————————————————————–

JENNY JERSEY: The following match is a TAG TEAM TABLES MATCH!

The fans pop as “Hell’s Bells” cues up.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first at a total combined weight of five hundred fifty pounds… Thunder Lord and Fire God… NATURAL DESTRUCTION!

The two large men walk out and start to head down the ramp.

Wait! It’s Dark Market!Williams and Thompson from behind! Williams drills Thunder Lord with a clothesline sending him into the barricade. Thompson with
a quick DDT driving Fire God into the concrete floor! The bell sounds!

Williams charges in for a shoulder thrust on Thunder Lord but Lord fires back with a punch to the gut. He grabs the smaller man and whips him down the ramp
into the ring post. Thunder Lord tosses Williams into the ring and the ref calls for the bell.

On the outside, Fire God has gotten to his feet and Thompson hooks him for a suplex. God breaks free and reaches down locking in the Testicular Claw! Thompson
shrieks in pain but he can’t break Fire’s grip. Finally Fire God lets him go only to send him to the floor with a big boot that slams right into his jaw.
Fire God grabs a table and drags it towards the downed Thompson. He grabs Thompson by the hair and lifts him to a vertical base. He powers him up and looks
for the first elimination of the match putting Eric in a headscissors and trying for the powerbomb. Thompson is fighting for his life and backdrops Fire
God escaping the move.

Thunder Lord with an Irish whip to Williams. He charges for the running lariat but Williams ducks the move responding with a spinebuster! Thunder up to
one knee… Shining wizard by Williams! Thunder lord hits the mat!

On the outside, Thompson is getting the better of Fire God with quick jabs and chops. Fire God blocks one of these attacks leveling Thompson with a knee
to the chest. Bryan Williams from behind with a spear! Fire God doesn’t go down however and spins around grabbing Williams by the throat! He lifts him
for a chokeslam looking to put Williams through the table… Eric Thompson is up and clips the knee of Fire God allowing his partner to get free. Fire
God is hobbling around and Dark Market seize the opportunity with stereo dropkicks. They attempt a double team suplex but Thunder Lord has recovered and
makes the save drilling Dark Market with a vicious double lariat!

Fire God advances on Williams and lands a haymaker to his jaw and a boot to the gut. He plants his massive hand around William’s throat for the second time.
Williams is lifted high in the air as Fire God smirks at the already set up table. Thompson tries to save his partner with Thunder Lord cuts him off with
an overhead belly to belly suplex. Fire God charges and chokeslams Bryan Williams through the table!

Bryan Williams has been eliminated!

With Williams momentarily down, Natural Destruction have Eric Thompson all to themselves. They toss him into the ring and both enter. Double Irish whip
sends Eric hurdling into the ropes. He comes back and eats double big boots! They grab him before he can fall and hit a double powerslam. Fire God exits
the ring as Thunder Lord grabs Thompson’s legs and locks in a Boston Crab.

Fire God goes under the ring apron and searches around for a few seconds. He re-emerges with another table! Fire God enters the ring and starts to set up
the table. Thompson has managed to reach the ropes but since this is a table match, no rope breaks are aloud. Thunder Lord releases the move anyways because
his partner has managed to set up the table. They lift Eric looking for a double powerbomb…

CLANG! CLANG!

Bryan J. Williams returns and blasts both members of Natural Destruction with brutal chair shots! Thompson is free and Dark Market are targeting Fire God.
The whip him to the ropes and hit a double backdrop. Thunder Lord is up but they overwhelm him with blows forcing him to the mat. They grab Fire God…
T.D.M through the table!

Fire God is gone!

They toss Fire God to the floor and his body crashes with a thud. Williams with a swinging neckbreaker to Thunder Lord keeping him down. Thompson reaching
into his pocket and pulls out… Handcuffs? Dark market have handcuffs! They exit the ring and place one end of the cufs around the ringside railing. They
lift up Fire God and attempt to cuff him but he tries to fight them. A headbutt by Thompson ends his struggles and Dark Market cuff Fire God to the railing.
They grab a table and toss it into the ring. Both men enter and Thunder Lord has recovered and attacks! Right hand to Eric! Left hook to Williams. Williams
sent into the ropes but he reverses and Thunder Lord off the ropes… Double-team double arm suplex! Dark market stomping away on Thunder Lord. Williams
lifts him up and hits the Olympic Slam!

Eric Thompson climbs to the top rope and flips off coming down with a moonsault! Fire God struggles on the outside to break free but his attempts are futile.
He is being forced to watch the total domination of his partner.

Dark Market drag a nearly lifeless Thunder Lord to his feet… Standing Enziguri by Eric Thompson!Both men eye the table and turn to face the still struggling
Fire God. Eric Thompson does the throat slit gesture as Williams lifts up Thunder Lord.

They drag him towards the table…

SMASH!

TDM Through The Table!

The bell rings to signal the end of the match.

JENNY JERSEY: Here are your winners… DARK MARKET!

Thompson and Williams aren’t done however and exit the ring making a beeline towards Fire God. Both men begin to beat him down with punches and kicks. It’s
a mugging and there’s nothing he can do to defend himself. Thompson reaches into his pocket again and removes the key to the cuffs. As he works to unlock
the cuff, Williams continues to assault Fire God.

The cuffs are off and they grab Fire God… TDM on the floor!

Dark Market have laid waste to Natural Destruction here tonight.

——————————————————————————–

JENNY JERSEY: The following contest is a qualifying match for the American Anarchy World Title Four Way Dance, and it is scheduled for one fall! Introducing
first…

The fans erupt as “Baila Cassanova” by Paulina Rubio blasts over the PA in the dojo. El Rey de Corizones along with Montaña Rose makes his way towards the
ring.

JENNY JERSEY: Hailing from Villahermosa, Tobasco, Mexico and weighing in at two hundred forty-five pounds…EL REY DE CORIZONES!!

El Rey steps in to the ring as Montaña makes her way to his corner on the outside.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent, from Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan, weighing in at two hundred fifty-seven pounds…STYLIN’ KYLE ROBERTS!!

“I Am The Man” by Philosopher Kings blares over the PA as the crowd continues their cheering for Kyle Roberts. He makes his way to the ring tagging the
hands of the fans. Roberts slides in to the ring and looks over at his opponent for the night.

Dale McDonald calls for the opening bell and both men shake hands. They circle each other jockeying for position and El Rey hooks with Roberts in a collar
and elbow tie-up. El Rey floats behind and locks in a hammerlock. He quickly grabs Roberts with a side headlock and slings him to the mat, still holding
his head. Roberts uses his power to get back to his feet and lifts El Rey in the air for a back suplex, but El Rey flips behind and applies a rear waist
lock! Roberts with a back elbow….and a second. He swings behind El Rey and grabs a hold of a waist lock of his own. Roberts attempts to lift El Rey,
but El Rey blocks it! Another attempts by Roberts, and El Rey uses his legs and rolls forward for a pin!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

El Rey smirks as Roberts gets back up, giving a nod of viagra prescription cost acknowledgement to El Rey. The two lock up again and Roberts is quick to trip El Rey at the legs.
He grabs both legs and attempts to turn El Rey for the Bear-Tamer! Just as Roberts http://levitrageneric-onlinecanada.com/ gets El Rey flipped over, El Rey uses his power to force Roberts back
first to the mat. He grabs Roberts legs and leans forward for the pin!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

El Rey picks Roberts back up and twists his arm. He makes his way to the corner and climbs to the top rope still holding Roberts’ twisted arm. El Rey walks
across the top rope…leaps off…and Roberts catches him with a front shoulder slam! Roberts darts to the ropes…springboard moonsault, and he lands
on his feet as El Rey moves out of the way! El Rey with a clothesline attempt, but Roberts ducks it…POLAR-IZER! Roberts quickly picks El Rey back up
and whips him in to the ropes…and he catches him with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker! Roberts with the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THR…NO!

Roberts quickly floats over in to a rear chin lock. The ref checks on El Rey, but he isn’t quite willing to give up the match. The fans begin to chant for
both stars as El Rey draws off the energy to get back to his feet. He tries pushing Roberts off, but to no avail. El Rey lifts Roberts in to the air and
quickly drops to a sitdown position hitting Roberts with a devastating form of a back breaker! Roberts stays on his feet, holding his back as El Rey gets
back to his feet. El Rey grabs a hold of Roberts’ arm and flips him to the mat with a cross armbar! El Rey applies a short arm scissors submission!

Roberts struggles, obviously in pain! He gets to his knees and grasps his trapped arm. He slowly begins to lift El Rey in to the air…and he somehow gets
El Rey on his shoulders in a fireman’s carry position! El Rey slips behind and applies the rear waist lock. He attempts to lift Roberts…blocked! Roberts
breaks the grip and floats behind…Russian leg sweep! He gets to his feet, hits the ropes…springboard moonsault for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

El Rey barely rolls the shoulder! Roberts pulls El Rey back to his feet and whips him in to the corner. Roberts follows with a lariat, but El Rey moves!
Roberts stumbles out of the corner…knee to the gut by El Rey! El Rey with a double underhook, but Roberts with a back body drop over the top rope!

Roberts falls to the mat as El Rey lays on the floor outside out of breath. Roberts rolls out

after him and picks El Rey back up. He slides El Rey in to
the ring and climbs back on to the apron. El Rey is quick to his feet and buries the shoulder to Roberts’ gut, sending Roberts back to the floor! Roberts
begins to get up and El Rey hits the far ropes. He comes back towards Roberts like a freight train…SUICIDE PLANCHA OVER THE TOP ROPE! Both men are down
on the outside!

El Rey slowly gets back to his feet. He picks up Roberts and slides him back in to the ring. Roberts slowly makes his way to his feet as El Rey climbs to
the apron. Roberts with a forearm, but El Rey blocks it! Hard right by El Rey! Roberts stumbles back and slowly turns towards El Rey again, SLINGSHOT SHOULDERBLOCK…BUT
ROBERTS CATCHES HIM WITH A SNAP POWERSLAM! Roberts with the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

The fans go wild as their cheers grow louder for each competitor, nearly deafening the dojo with their voices. Roberts is back to his feet and is awaiting
El Rey to get back up. El Rey stumbles to his feet, obviously worn from the match. BAM! Boot to the gut by Roberts, and he quickly lifts El Rey to his
shoulders…Moose Jaw Driver! Roberts makes another quick cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THR…NO!

El Rey rolls the shoulder at the last second! Roberts picks El Rey back up and locks on a front face lock. Roberts with a vertical suplex, but El Rey blocks
it…inside cradle!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

Roberts kicks out and quickly gets back to his feet, but he’s met with a Heart Kick! El Rey with a springboard moonsault, but Roberts rolls gets the knees
up! Roberts springs back to his feet and grabs El Rey…corkscrew neckbreaker! He grabs El Rey by the legs…BEAR-TAMER! El Rey struggles as Roberts applies
more pressure! El Rey is trying to fight through the pain, but he’s on the verge of tapping! He has his hand in the air, trying everything he can to not
tap out! He clinches his fist, but Roberts just applies more pressure! El Rey has his hand up in the air…he’s about to tap! NO! El Rey breaks a leg free
and is somehow able to kick Roberts in the head!

Roberts releases the hold as he holds his head in pain. El Rey lays on the mat, his back still in pain. Roberts regains focus and lifts El Rey to his feet,
but El Rey grabs Roberts and sends him in to the corner. El Rey grabs the middle ropes and buries the shoulder to Roberts’ gut! He buries another shoulder
and quickly grabs Roberts arm, twisting it. He hits Roberts in the exposed shoulder with a hard shot and begins to ascend the ropes. El Rey walks across
the top rope…and he drills Roberts in the shoulder with an elbow! The fans excitement is phenomenal as they continue to cheer for both men. El Rey picks
Roberts back up…fisherman’s suplex…and he has the bridge!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

Roberts is somehow able to kick out! El Rey leans down to pick up Roberts, but Roberts catches him with a drop toe hold! Roberts hooks the leg and attempts
to apply the crossface…a version of an STF! Roberts is trying to block the attempts to apply the crossface and he’s able to slowly bring himself back
to his feet, but El Rey also reaches his feet still holding Roberts’ leg…shin breaker! El Rey twists the leg around for a figure four, but Roberts grabs
him and rolls him in to a cradle!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

El Rey kicks out just in the nick of time! Both men make it to their feet and El Rey with a lariat…but Roberts ducks it! He lifts El Rey up, getting ready
to drop him with the Emerald Fusion! El Rey has a hold of the top rope and Roberts tries his best to pull him away! Roberts tosses El Rey over the top
as he stumbles and falls to one knee. El Rey lands on the apron and Roberts comes at him with a right, but El Rey hits the back elbow! Roberts stumbles
back as El Rey turns around…SLINGSHOT PLANCHA! Roberts lays exhausted on the mat as El Rey quickly catches his breath. El Rey with a springboard….MOONSAULT!
El Rey with a lateral press!

ONE!

TWO!

THR…KICKOUT!

Roberts kicks out just before the three count! The fans are relentless with their cheers as they are seeing an unbelievable match. El Rey grabs Roberts
by the feet and attempts to flip him over…for the BEAR-TAMER! Roberts struggles to keep from being put in his own submission! El Rey tries flipping him
one way, but Roberts blocks it! He tries flipping him the other way, blocked again! El Rey with a slingshot…SMACK! Roberts smashes hard in to the corner
with his chest and he stumbles, turning towards El Rey. El Rey with a big boot, but Roberts ducks under!

Roberts waits for El Rey to turn around and quickly lifts him to his shoulders, Moose Jaw Driver…NO! El Rey slips behind! El Rey lifts Roberts to his
shoulders for a torture rack! And Roberts somehow slips behind! El Rey spins around to attack Roberts, but Roberts grabs him, positioning him for a uranage!
El Rey with an elbow to the head….and another! He lifts the hard knee to Roberts gut! El Rey with a double underhook, and Roberts struggles to break
the grip! NO! He lifts El Rey in to the air and crashes him hard in the corner! Roberts lifts El Rey to the top turnbuckle!

Roberts with a hard right, but El Rey blocks it! He kicks Roberts in the face, and Roberts spins around stumbling! El Rey grabs him from behind with an
inverted front face lock. El Rey with a flip over…NO! Roberts is somehow able to keep El Rey from flipping all the way to the mat, and he has El Rey
on his shoulder! El Rey is struggling as Roberts takes a step forward…EMERALD FUSION! Roberts makes the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

The fans are ecstatic as both competitors have put on one hell of a show! Roberts stumbles to his feet as the Dale McDonald raises his arm in the air.

JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner STYLIN’ KYLE ROBERTS!

El Rey slowly gets to his feet and Roberts extends his hand. The two competitors shake hands. Roberts climbs out of the ring and starts tagging fans’ hands
on his way to the back as El Rey tries to regain his composure. The lights in the dojo suddenly go dark. They return as a man wearing all black, as well
as wearing a black mask has El Rey in a front face lock. El Rey appears lifeless and the man flips over El Rey, spiking him with a devastating DDT on top
of a chair in the ring. El Rey is busted wide open and the man mounts El Rey hitting him with right after right. Kyle Roberts rushes back to the ring and
the man in black quickly exits the ring making his way through the crowd. He continues to look back at the ring where Roberts is trying to help El Rey.
——————————————————————————–

“…Millionaire” by Queens of the Stone Age plays over the PA as Kyle Roberts steps through the curtain, and the crowd goes crazy! The head trainer of
the Steele Dojo and the number one contender, Derrick Steele, makes his way through the curtain and down to the ring in street clothes. He looks to be
on cloud nine as he walks over to Jenny Jersey and takes the microphone before stepping up through the ropes of his ring where in one month’s time, he
will challenge for the REBEL World Heavyweight Championship. Steele looks around at the partisan crowd, smiling.

DERRICK STEELE: This is what’s it’s gonna be like for the REBEL World champ next month, right here in the REBEL Underground!

The crowd pops like mad.

generic viagra

DERRICK STEELE: You guys have the best wrestling value in North Carolina, and we’ve still got our main event tonight for the Carolinas Championship! But
before we get to that, there’s the small matter of this…

Steele grabs a familiar looking envelope from his back pocket.

DERRICK STEELE: This right here is a contract for one wrestler to be in the main event of American Anarchy II on June 3 in Raleigh, North Carolina where
he or she will take on Stylin’ Kyle Roberts!

The crowd loves them some Stylin’ Kyle!

DERRICK STEELE: They’ll take on “The Devastator” Kurt Castle!

Mostly boos for Castle, but a few of the hardcores give him a cheer. Must be Jake Phoenix fans.

DERRICK STEELE: And they’ll take on the new REBEL World Heavyweight Champion… “Da Technical Terror” Lloyd Rees!

It’s the reverse reaction for Rees, lots of cheers, but some booing from the bad guy loving portion of the audience, small, but vocal.

DERRICK STEELE: Now, when I said I had no idea who I was going to give this title shot to, I wasn’t kidding… and I was kinda surprised by the lack of
interest this title shot had amongst REBEL’s roster. It’s kinda heartwarming, natural viagra gnc actually, that a lot of these guys want to earn their shot rather than have
it given to them… but I have to give this shot to somebody.

A couple hands raise up in the crowd and the rest of the audience laughs. Steele fights back laughter himself.

DERRICK STEELE: No, guys, I got my name already… next time. Come to school, class tomorrow starts at ten.

The crowd laughs again as the two hands sheepishly go down.

DERRICK STEELE: Four individuals made their presence known to me one way or another this week. Mr. Hollywood, JASON, Eric Thompson… and a former friend
of mine, Donovan Astros.

Boos for all four names.

DERRICK STEELE: It’s funny, Astros talks about redeeming himself and making amends, but his plan involves him winning the REBEL World title… I know I’m
surprised by that turn of events… but one thing he said did make sense. Hollywood, JASON, Eric? I don’t think you guys are ready to take on three wrestling
legends in one match. You three work hard, you’ll get your shot, but it won’t be this one. And as for you, Astros?

Steele laughs to himself.

DERRICK STEELE: I hope you buy the DVD of this show so you get this message. The door here is closed. You can’t get your foot in, you’re not welcome, and
you’re not getting this shot. The dream’s over, Donovan, and once you realize that and get back on with the rest of your life, you’ll be better for it.
That’s what you told me ten years ago and it kinda feels good to tell you that now. So Donnie? This shot isn’t for you.

Big crowd pop for that announcement. Even the hardcore’s hate Astros.

DERRICK STEELE: So where does that leave me? I could let one of my students get the shot at American Anarchy, but as much as they’d appreciate getting to
wrestle at the REBEL Arena, they’re not ready, and a match like the Four Way Dance could make them want to quit right then and there, and that’s not what
I want. I was left in a bit of a quandary about who to give the shot to when one man stopped by the school earlier this week and laid out his case for
why he should have the shot. And it was convincing. He’s someone who is a REBEL original. Someone who, like myself, is trying to break away from the actions
of a former tag team partner. A former champion. Someone who I think can make the most of this chance.

Steele pauses to build anticipation. The crowd’s buzzing.

DERRICK STEELE: Ladies and gentlemen, the fourth competitor in the Four Way Dance for the REBEL World Heavyweight Championship at American Anarchy 2008
is… THOMAS YOUNG!

The crowd is… under whelmed? They’re definitely surprised by the selection as “Screams of the Undead” by Demon Hunter plays over the PA. Thomas Young
comes out to some cheers. Derrick Steele exits the ring after he shakes hands with Young. Young gets the mic from him.

THOMAS YOUNG: I’ve been here for over a year, and had ONE shot at that title. I came up a little short. I WILL not come up short this time. Rees, Castle,
Roberts… Derrick Steele has placed the hungriest lion in the den and it’s time for this ex backyarder, to become WORLD CHAMP!

Young drops the mic and makes his exit to a good ovation.

——————————————————————————–

Cuzin Zeke makes his way to the ring past the cheering fans. He slides into the ring and waits for the champion to make his way out. Mikey Massacre follows
Zeke shortly. He makes his way down the aisle, rolls into the ring, hands the belt to the referee and gets ready for the match.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, he weighs in at two hundred and fifty nine pounds. He is from Turkey Cross, Kentucky… CUZIN ZEKE!

JENNY JERSEY: Hailing from Albuquerque, New Mexico. Weighing in at two- hundred-thirty-five pounds. He is the REBEL PRO CAROLINAS CHAMPION! MIKEY MASSACRE!
The bell rings and the match is underway. Cuzin Zeke and Mikey Massacre meet up in the center of the ring. The two grapple in the middle of the ring and
Zeke being the more powerful of the two powers out by shoving Massacre to the mat. Mikey gets to his feet, bounces off the ropes, ducks under a Zeke clothesline
and bounces off the ropes on the other side of the ring, and lands a dropkick as Zeke turns around. However, Cuzin Zeke doesn’t go down. As Zeke stumbles
backwards Mikey bounces off the ropes and lands another dropkick, but Cuzin Zeke will not go down, he’s leaning against the ropes. Massacre grabs Zeke
by the hand and whips him across the ring, Zeke reverses it, side slam plants Mikey Massacre in the center of the ring. Zeke brings Mikey to his feet and
then sends a kick to his stomach doubling the Carolinas Champion over, vertical suplex, sends Massacre back to the mat. Cuzin Zeke wastes no time and mounts
Mikey Massacre and begins laying in the right hands to the face.

After a set of ten rights to the face Zeke stops and gets to his feet and brings Massacre to his feet again as well. Zeke whips Mikey into the far corner
with authority and follows it up with a big running splash! Zeke whips Mikey across the ring to the opposite corner and follows it up with another running
splash, no! Massacre rolls out of the way and Zeke hits the ring post chest first. Massacre hits the ropes and brings Zeke down with a clothesline, however,
he doesn’t continue his offensive and gives Cuzin Zeke more than enough time to get to his vertical base. The two begin exchanging right hands in the middle
of the ring, Zeke, Mikey, Zeke Mikey. But Zeke ultimately wins this slugfest and then backs Massacre against the ropes. he grabs his hand and whips him
across the ring, clothesline sends Mikey to the mat hard. Mikey quickly rolls to his feet, charges, and gets sent back down by another clothesline. Mikey
Massacre gets to his feet again, he bounces off the ropes and again ducks under another Zeke clothesline, bounces off the ropes on the opposite side of
the ring, but this time runs right into a Cuzin Zeke atomic drop. DDT! Zeke plants Mikey in the center of the ring and goes for the cover. Kick out after
two

Massacre gets to his feet and Zeke whips him into the corner again and then charges the corner. Mikey leap frogs the charging Zeke. Zeke hits the turnbuckle
hard and stumbles out backwards, Mikey hits the ropes, bull dog sends Zeke to the mat. Massacre runs against the ropes again and then lands a leg drop
on the prone Cuzin Zeke. Zeke grabs the ropes to help him to get his vertical base and Mikey Massacre charges to send him over the top rope, Zeke with
a huge clothesline! Mikey Massacre nearly had his head taken off with that clothesline. Zeke leans against the ropes and then lands a jumping splash on
the downed Mikey Massacre and goes for the pin. Massacre kicks out after two for a second time in this match. Mikey Massacre uses the ropes to hoist himself
to his feet. He gets to his feet and looks to be off of his game as he tries to shake the cobwebs out. Zeke runs to try and send Mikey over the top rope
to the floor outside and Mikey lands a quick standing dropkick that sends Zeke stumbling backwards. Massacre doesn’t let up this time and lands a leaping
elbow that actually sends Zeke to the mat. Mikey Massacre sees a window of opportunity open for him and he lands a rolling thunder on the prone Zeke. Mikey
runs at the turnbuckle and leaps up to the second rope and lands a quick leg drop and then goes for the cover. Not even a two count before Cuzin Zeke kicked
out. Mikey lands several rights to the face of Zeke and then gets to his feet and lays in several boots to the head. Massacre is beginning to get hot and
he heads up to the top turnbuckle.

Cuzin Zeke gets to his feet and turns around. Mikey Massacre leaps, crossbody block! NO! Cuzin Zeke rolls through and makes the pin!

ONE!

TWO!

TH–Kick out by Mikey Massacre after two!

Zeke gets to his feet and Mikey gets to his feet as well not a second later and the two begin exchanging rights again. This time Mikey Massacre wins the
duel by sending a knee to the midsection of Cuzin Zeke. Massacre bounces off the ropes and lands a face buster on the doubled over Zeke. Zeke stumbles
backwards and Massacre charges, powerslam by Cuzin Zeke out of nowhere plants Mikey Massacre in the center of the ring! Cuzin Zeke stalks Mikey Massacre
as he gets to his feet. Massacre gets to his vertical base and regains his bearings. He turns around and right into a Cuzin Zeke standing piledriver! Massacre
is down and Zeke heads to the top rope, Mudpuddle! Zeke lands the Mudpuddle and stays on Massacre for the pin! All of a sudden Manny X comes running down
the aisle and grabs Cuzin Zeke’s foot as he is about to win the match! Manny drags Zeke out of the ring and begins to assault him. Manny X begins to send
forearm shots to Zeke’s head and then shoots several knees to his abdomen that doubles Zeke over. Manny sends Zeke to the floor with a brutal right to
the back of the head and continues to assault him by laying in boots to the ribs.

Manny X then scoops Zeke up off the floor and rolls him back into the ring. Cuzin Zeke is lifeless after that brutal shot to the back of the head from Manny
X. Mikey Massacre did not notice the assault on the outside of the ring and he crawls over to the lifeless Cuzin Zeke and makes the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Manny X stands at the curtain and stares at the ring as Mikey Massacre’s hand is raised in victory. Cuzin Zeke begins to stir, he rolls over to the ropes
and begins to use them to hoist himself to his vertical base. Another shot at gold for Cuzin Zeke has ended in a loss, for how long will gold elude Cuzin
Zeke? And for how long can Mikey Massacre keep his title away from Manny X? We will see at American Anarchy!