REBEL Underground 11/22/2008

11/22/2008
Two hundred screaming fans have packed the Underground building in Durham, North Carolina. Not one empty seat to be found in the Training Facility for REBEL
Pro Wrestling. Security is mulling around the building, dedicated to making sure nothing happens to any of the fans, or wrestlers for that matter. Signs
show favoritism towards wrestlers like Mikey Massacre, Chad Kurtis, Nick Everhardt and Cuzin Zeke. Jenny Jersey enters the ring, and gets ready to announce
the first match of the evening.

JENNY JERSEY: Welcome fans to the FINAL REBEL Underground show of TWO THOUSAND EIGHT! Tonight we have five big matches and one of which is a WORLD TAG TEAM
TITLE MATCH! Also tonight you will hear from the Man In Charge… REX CALIBER!

The crowd pops and are buzzing for the show.

JENNY JERSEY: It’s now time for your opening contest of the eveni–

She is rudely interrupted by music.

“Reign of Terror” plays and from the back walks the Ragin’ Redneck, Bubba J. A huge chorus of loud taunts and boos rain down on the man who lost the chance
to be REBEL Pro World Champion last week. Bubba J walks down to the ring, for once not being accompanied by Vincent Black or now The Great Alaskan Ninjas!;
he walks up the ring steps and climbs into the ring. Reaching down, he snatches the mic from Jenny Jersey and walks to the middle of the squared circle,
he lifts the mic to his mouth.

BUBBA J: Fined, I was fined…

The boos and chants of “Bubba Sucks” raise in volume until they drown out his voice. He raises his voice to be heard over the crowd.

BUBBA J: Durham

Not a single pop, but the booing gets louder than before.

BUBBA J: We can do this the hard way or the easy.

He raises his voice to be heard and the crowd quiets down a little.

BUBBA J: I hate a damn over used phrase, but for you complete retards here, it got your attention. You want to boo one of the best, fine, I’m still getting
a reaction.

The crowd boos.

BUBBA J: The louder and longer you boo me now, the longer you have to sit, stand, or squat there and look at me. See, I’m staying out here until I’m heard
or that SOB Rex Caliber comes out here, either one will work.

The crowd actually goes nearly silent, they want Bubba J out of their ring.

BUBBA J: Last week, I was screwed.

SOME FAN: You lost fair and square.

BUBBA J: Shut your damn mouth or I’ll break your damn finger too. Fact is this, I was never pinned, nor did I submit in that match. The referee, the dumbass,
actually pushed my hand down the third and final time, causing my hand to hit the mat before I had a chance to stop it. It seems to me that dear Rex Caliber
doesn’t want one of the elite as “his” or “your” World Heavyweight Champion.

CROWD: You Suck!

BUBBA J: Only on the open tops of beer bottles and your mama’s… nevermind. I have a few things to say. First, I want my money back for the fine, he provoked
me and that money belongs to me and Hardcore Drinking. Secondly, I want another shot at the World title that I was screwed out of. But listen carefully
here Rex, I know you are in the back making sure your little show goes off without a hitch. Now either those things happen or..

Some fans start up a Rex Caliber chant, while another group start up a Everhardt chant.

BUBBA J: Oh yeah, bring them both out here, I’d love to kick both of their asses.

The look on Bubba’s face is of utter rage.

BUBBA J: One of two things is a gonna happen. One either he gives me my demands or two, I’m going to sue for them. What you retards here don’t understand
is that Rex Caliber is screwing you all without even using Vaseline. But if you don’t mind being screwed, then fine. I mind, however, and I am entitled
to a fair match and the match if I have to sue for it will be on my terms, if he willingly gives me the match, he can let you jerks vote on the match stipulations.
See, it don’t really matter to me either stipulation will do as long as it is fair. No handicapped matches, no mercury poisoned light bulbs and I want
a damn fair referee.

CROWD: Bubba Sucks!

BUBBA J: Rex, one other thing, Vincent is owed a Carolinas Title shot, but you seem to not want to give him one. Rex, you can try to hold The Elite back
here, but you can’t. So Rex, a little recap for your benefit and the idiots sitting here, I want my World title shot, my money back, and I want Vincent
to have a Carolinas Title shot. Either give it to me or get sued. Lets face it Rex, these people paid their hard earned money to see The Elite in action,
not the other third rate wrestlers in the back. You ain’t gonna fire us, we bring in too much money for you to get rid of us that quickly, it isn’t financially
feasible for you.

He looks out at the crowd and grins, he brings the mic up to his mouth.

BUBBA J: The Elite are here to stay and Rex? There… isn’t… a… damn… thing… you… can… do… about… it!

He throws down the mic, climbs out of the ring. Stopping along the way, he is now standing in front of a fan with a beer in his hand. he steals the beer,
looks at the brand and gulps it down; he spits it back in the face of the man at ringside. Another man shoots him a bird and Bubba J swings at him, stopping
just short and flipping the man a double bird; he walks backstage.

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JENNY JERSEY: Let’s try this again. This is our opening contest of the evening. It is a tag team contest.

“Backwoods” by Scissorfight takes the speakers, and the fans give a huge pop for the popular duo about to make their way to the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, at a total combined weight of four hundred and sixty eight pounds, the team of Billy Kryenik and “The Show” Chad Kurtis:
THE TIME WARP DUO!!

Chad and Billy glad hand the fans in the front row, but they look more than ready for New York’s Finest…

JENNY JERSEY: And their opponents, replacing New York’s Finest…

There is some buzz in the crowd. Only a few have heard that Enzo and Murcielago had quit REBEL earlier today, and will not be here tonight. So there is
some hostility when “Rasputin” by Boney M plays, and two wild eyed, bearded men in robes make their way to the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: They hail from the Motherland of Russia, and weigh in at a total combined weight of five hundred and thirty five pounds. They are Grigori
and Dmitri, The Mad Monks!

Kryenik and Kurtis look at each other with some bemusement as their new opponents enter the ring. Dmitri grabs the mic, and looks straight at Kurtis and
Kryenik.

DMITRI: (speaking in a thick Southern Accent) Tonight, you American pigs, you face…

He barely gets a word out before the fans start tossing garbage at him. He and Grigori turn to the fans and try to trash talk them, but nobody is having
it. Dmitri turns around to face his opponents, but gets met with a huge right hook from Kryenik! Referee Dale McDonald calls for the bell, and we’re off,
as Kurtis dropkicks Grigori out of the ring. Kryenik whips Dmitri to the ropes, and he bounces back into Hot Salvation! Grigori picks himself up off the
floor, while a “You’re not Russian” chant starts up. He turns to taunt the fans, but fails to notice Kurtis from behind with a baseball slide, sending
the Mad Monk into the guard rail. Dmitri has been rattled, but he pulls himself to his feet, but then he realizes that Kurtis and Kryenik are standing
on either side of him… TOTAL ELIMINATION!! Kryenik goes for a cover, but Grigori is in to break up the fall. Kryenik shoots him a VERY angry glare, and
the “Russian” backs off. However, he backs into Kurtis, who gives him a stiff right hand, causing him to stumble into Kryenik, who nails him with THE FLOOD!
Kryenik lays in with knees to the head, then left and right hooks to the body, and Grigori is reeling! Dmitri is up… Kurtis meets him with a boot to
the gut… CK FINALE! Dmitri planted in the mat, meanwhile Kryenik has unleashed a flurry of blows on Grigori, and he finishes it off by double underhooking
the arms for DRY LAKE! The Mad Monks are both out, Kryenik covers Grigori, Kurtis covers Dmitri, and McDonald counts them both out! ONE.. TWO… THREE!!
JENNY JERSEY: Here are your winners: THE TIME WARP DUO!!

Kryenik drags Grigori off the mat and tosses him out of the ring. Kurtis starts to do the same to Dmitri, who tries to punch Kurtis in the gut. This gets
an “Ooooo” from the fans, but Kurtis and Kryenik simply shake their heads. Kurtis goes up to the second rope as Kryenik holds Dmitri in place…

CK FINALE V 2.0!!

Dmitri winds up head first in the canvas once more, and the fans cheer again as Kryenik hauls Dmitri off the mat and tosses him over the top rope! The Time
Warp Duo stands tall as the fans cheer their win tonight!

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The crowd is buzzing with anticipation as the ring is now being set up for only the second ever “PIMPtastic Attraction” match! A table is set up at ringside
covered with pimp paraphernalia. A big gold walking cane, A pair of platinum knuckles and an assortment of platinum grills are among just a few of the
items on the table. Two long poles are attached to opposite side of the ringposts. Hanging from one ringpost is an inflatable male sex doll dressed like
Rex Caliber, AKA, “The John On The Pole.” Hanging from the other pole is a mysterious plastic Wal-Mart bag, it’s contents unknown. A frightened Jenny Jersey
gets into the ring and the crowd is ready!

JENNY JERSEY: This next match is your PIMPtastic Attraction match and it is for the Undisputed PIMP World Championship!!!

A huge pop from the drunken and disorderly crowd.

JENNY JERSEY: Coming to the ring first, he is your special guest referee…..DR.TITTYLOVER!!!!!!

Another pop as the Mad Pimp makes his way out from the back! “Jungle Boogie” By Kool & The Gang bumps through the sound system. The good Doctor enters the
ring and snatches the microphone from Jenny.

DR. TITTYLOVER: Hit the bricks you skinny ass hoe!

Tittylover points to the back.

DR. TITTYLOVER: Bring out the hoes!!!

The crowd explodes as the thought of scantily clad women of the night coming down the aisle fill their dirty little minds. The mood is quickly broken as
a dozen of the nastiest looking women stumble, waddle or even wheel themselves from the back

and down to the ring. One of the hoes is easily in the three
hundred pound range. As the hoes take their place around ringside the fans look, well disgusted.

DR. TITTYLOVER: I know they ain’t the cream of the crop mutha fuckers, but REBEL only gave me like Seventy Five bucks to get the hoes for tonight. As a
hoe coinsure let me tell ya, seventy five mutha fuckin’ bucks don’t go very far. Then again once the lights are low, pussy is pussy. Am I right?

Someone from ringside is urgently yelling something to The Mad Pimp and he smiles.

DR. TITTYLOVER: Oh yeah shit, we gotta match. You all know the rules! Falls count anywhere in this Biz-Nitch and every time someone escapes a pin attempt…..I
take of something of that I’m wearing!!!

A collective groan from the crowd.

DR. TITTYLOVER: Now lets get this damn thing started! I got shit to do! Coming to the ring first, from some dumpster at your local Circle K…..Warren!!!
“In Time” by Robbie Robb hits the sound system and out comes Warren dressed as a B Boy from the 80′s! He looks like a long lost white member of RUN DMC!!!
Warren slides into the ring and tries to talk to Tittylover who in turn completely disses him.

DR. TITTYLOVER: And his opponent…..

“Connection” by Elastica blasts the PA and the Champ is here!

DR. TITTYLOVER: He is the Undisputed PIMP World Champion, “I Like To Get Stoned” Stone Zellor!!!

Zellor emerges from the back, his PIMP World Title draped over his shoulder. He’s dressed just like Dr. Tittylover! God help us! Zellor enters the ring,
but not before casting an unapproving eye at the hoes around ringside and hands over his “World” title to Tittylover.

DR. TITTYLOVER: Ring the bell dammit!

The bell rings and this “match” is official! The two men lock up and jockey for position when suddenly the sounds of someone scratching a vinyl record catches
the attention of everyone in the building. Everyone looks to the back and they see former NAPW “star” DJ WIGGA at a turntable!!! He’s playing the hot fudge
remix of “99 Problems” by Jay Z! Inside the ring Warren and Stone simply shake their heads and again they lock up! Armdrag by Warren! Stone is quickly
back to his feet only to take another armdrag from Warren! Stone uses the ring ropes to pull himself up to his feet and he takes a dropkick that sends
him over the top rope and down to the floor! The crowd suddenly let out a loud chant – “I got 99 Problems but a bitch ain’t one!!”

On the outside Stone is back to his feet just in time to take a baseball slide into the mush from Warren! Stone is sent crashing into the ring barrier and
Warren slides out of the ring to greet him. Warren pulls Zellor off of the barricade and goes to whip him into the nearest ringpost. Stone reverses it
and it’s Warren who is sent sailing shoulder first into the post! Warren staggers away from the ringpost and a hoe in a wheelchair rolls over his feet!
Warren yells “BOGUS” at the hoe and hot foots it away from her. Right into a clothesline from Stone! Stone pulls Warren off the floor and rolls him back
into the ring. Again the crowd lets out a loud “I got 99 Problems but a bitch ain’t one!” chant! They might be drunk but they’re keeping up with DJ Wigga
with no problem!

A cover by Stone nets him a count of one and Tittylover loses his fishnet shirt! Stone pulls Warren to his feet and whips him into the ropes. Zellor drops
his head a bit to early and Warren leaps over him. Zellor spins around and gets taken to the mat with a beautiful hurricanrana from Warren! Warren quickly
goes to the nearest corner, springs up to the top turnbuckle and finds himself next to the “John On A Pole!” Warren shrugs his shoulder, unhooks the inflatable
male doll and executes a shooting star press, doll in hand! Warren hits Zellor, the dolls sandwiched in between them and goes for the cover! Zellor kicks
out at two and off come the cowboy boots of Dr. Tittylover! DJ Wigga has now flipped the script and is playing the Melted Butter remix of “Juicy” by the
Notorious B.I.G.

Warren grabs one of the discarded boots from Tittylover and clubs Zellor with it! Warren tosses the boot out of the ring and accidentally nails the large
hoe in the head with it. As Zellor tries to get to his feet, Warren climbs out onto the ring apron and hits a springboard seated senton onto the PIMP World
Champion! Tittylover goes for a cover but Stone shoves Warren off before the “referee” can start his count. Warren drags Stone to his feet, shots him into
the ropes and goes for another hurricanrana. It’s reversed into a sit out powerbomb by Stone! Instead of a cover, Stone rolls to the outside and rummages
around on the pimp table. Stone grabs a “penis enhancement” tool and rolls back into the ring.

Warren is getting to his feet and Stone shoves the enhancement device into the gut of his foe. Stone is pumping away and Warren looks more than a little
uncomfortable. Rake to the face from Warren breaks up the odd scene and an Enziguri drops Zellor to the mat! Suddenly the crowd jump to their feet as a
strung out looking hoe climbs up onto the ring apron and then scales her way up to the top turnbuckle.

Five!

Star!

Hoe!

Splash!

Warren quickly rolls the hoe of the ring and goes for a cover on Stone! Zellor kicks out at two! The leather pants of Tittylover go flying into the crowd,
which parts like the Red Sea! Tittylover is wearing a black G String with sequins. The crowd doesn’t know wether to laugh or cry. Zellor is dragged up
off the mat and shot into the ropes. High backdrop from Warren! Warren starts to go for a cover but then changes his mind and heads to the near corner.
He climbs to the top and grabs the mysterious plastic bag that hangs from the pole. Warren unties the bag and then looks confused. He upturns the bag and
dozens of condoms fall to the mat! The crowd let out a “wrap it up! wrap it up!” chant as Warren looks even more confused now. Zellor is back on his feet
and charges the corner when Warren is at. With a shove, Warren goes sailing though the air and smashes through the pimp table! Zellor rolls out of the
ring and quickly covers Warren. Tittylover makes the count (from inside the ring)!

One!

Two!

Three!

Zellor retains the PIMP World Title!

Tittylover has a microphone and the PIMP championship.

DR. TITTYLOVER: The winner of this match and STILL Champion……Stoney Zellor!!!

Zellor rolls into the ring and collects his championship as on the outside Warren is attacked by the crew of hoes! Warren is stripped down to his jockey
strap and the hoes rush to the back.

DR. TITTYLOVER: That shit was awesome nigga!

The match is over but the images will live on forever.

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The familiar banjo strumming of Flatt and Scruggs winds its way through the speakers as from the curtained back walks Cuzin’ Zeke.

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and Gentlemen, all the way from Turkey Cross, Kentucky. He weighs two hundred sixty-three pounds and stands at six feet six inches…
CUZIN’ ZEKE!

Zeke walks down to the ring, slapping the hands of the fans close enough to be touched by everyone’s favorite hillbilly.

”Getting Away With Murder” begins to play as from the curtained back walks Duncan Aries.

JENNY JERSEY: From San Diego he weighs two hundred and thirty-eight pounds standing six feet three inches… DUNCAN ARIES!

Duncan walks down to the ring, his eyes on his opponent, Cuzin’ Zeke. Everyone knows the stakes of the match. If Zeke wins, he is on the list of World title
contenders.

DING! DING!

Cuzin’ Zeke and Duncan Aries stand across the ring from each other, in the middle of the ring, they lock up. A test of wills as each wrestler goes for a
move out of the traditional grapple; both men untangle themselves and back up. Duncan raises one hand high up into the air for another, but different,
type of strength testing. Again they lock up testing the strength of the other, Cuzin’ Zeke gets the advantage bending Duncan’s arm around and he whips
him into the ropes. Duncan bounces back right into a clothesline from Zeke; he goes down. Duncan is up quickly looking at Zeke and the two once again lock
up Zeke taking quick advantage of Duncan by placing a kick into his midsection, tucking his head up under his arm and lifting him high up into the air
for an over the head suplex, they both go crashing down to the mat. Zeke with a quick cover.

ONE! TWO!

Duncan kicks out quickly before the third and final slap of the mat is hit. Zeke picks him up throwing forearm shots into the chest of his opponent backing
him into a corner. Cuzin’ Zeke climbs up nailing rights onto the left temple of Duncan Aries. The crowd chants along with each blow until Duncan gathers
his will and pushes Zeke off of him. Zeke lands on the mat, back first, Duncan is there with a quick offensive strike. He places a boot into Zeke’s ribs
beginning to pick a part of the body to attack for the match. Zeke tries rolling out of the way, but is unsuccessful as Duncan follows him wherever he
manages to roll to. The ref gets in between Duncan and Zeke as Zeke manages to get to the ropes. As Duncan backs off from Zeke, the hillbilly pulls on
the ropes using the leverage to pull himself to a vertical base. Duncan charges at Zeke, back body drop and Duncan goes flying up and over the top rope
to the outside. Aries lands on the apron. Zeke turns around, right hand, elbow smash, knee to the gut of Zeke and the hillbilly is stumbling backwards
being bent over at the waist.

Duncan climbs up to the top turnbuckle and dives with an elbow drop that catches Cuzin’ Zeke on those ribs that Duncan is and has begun to work on. Zeke
moves out of the way just in time and that causes Duncan to land awkwardly, big clothesline from Zeke and Duncan is down on the mat.

ONE! TW–Duncan places a foot on the ropes breaking Zeke’s pin attempt. Duncan rolls on through to the outside and looks up at his opponent, who is still
inside the ring. Zeke backs up allowing Duncan to return into the ring without bothering him. Zeke stands there trying to get the crowd into the match
and they comply with clapping and a chant of Zeke. Duncan charges at Zeke taking him down quickly to the mat, where they begin to throw punches, both rights
and lefts. Both Zeke and Duncan land punches, but with Zeke being on the bottom of the exchange, he hasn’t gotten the leverage he needs to throw effective
punches and Duncan begins to work him over on the mat. Duncan delivers stiff and quick toe kicks to the ribs he has been working over. Climbing up to the
top turnbuckle, he dives with a double ax handle and elbow drop combination onto Zeke. Duncan makes a cover.

ONE! TWO!– Zeke rolls his shoulder just in the nick of time. Dragging the slightly bigger man to his feet after the near pin Duncan Irish whips Zeke into
the ropes and as Zeke is bouncing back, Duncan setting up for a running sidewalk slam, Zeke counters with a flying cross body block taking Duncan to the
mat. Zeke’s momentum rolls him onto the outside concrete where he lands on his hands and knees. Zeke uses the apron to pull himself back to a vertical
base and looks in at a Duncan Aries who is getting back to his feet as well. Zeke quickly is back on the apron trying to get into the ring, big European
Uppercut from Duncan nearly throws Zeke off the apron, Zeke just manages to hang onto the top rope to prevent the hard concrete from knocking the wind
out of him. Zeke leans back in, another big European Uppercut followed up by a roundhouse kick, Zeke falls to the apron and rolls into the ring. Zeke is
winded and Duncan pulls him to the middle of the ring, standing him on his feet, Duncan whips Zeke into the ropes. Scissor kick and Zeke is down, cover
by Duncan.

ONE! TWO! THR– Zeke barely kicks out, the ref’s hand was less than an inch from the mat as Zeke’s shoulder rolled up. Beginning to get frustrated with
the lack of a final third count, he lifts Zeke to his feet once again. He backs him into the ropes with stiff forearm shots to Zeke’s jaw. Zeke finds a
second or third wind, fighting back to the middle of the ring. A stiff blow to the jaw rocks Zeke back, momentarily stunning him, and Duncan nails the
Culmination onto Zeke.

ONE!…

TWO!…

THRE–NO! The ref looks at the last second to see that the tip Zeke’s boot is barely on the ropes, he shakes his head no at the puzzled look on Duncan’s
face, the look turning to one of murderous glaring. Having resigned himself to once and for all beat Zeke, he lifts Zeke up again for the Culmination…
Zeke counters into a small package pinning attempt.

ONE!…–Zeke holds on tight as Duncan is kicking wildly.

TWO!– Duncan’s legs are violently kicking trying to flip over the pin.

THRE–Duncan finally rolls through the pin and now both men are at the ropes, the ref cannot count a pinfall.

Zeke breaks the pinning attempt and stands up, looking wearily at Duncan. Duncan turns slowly, looking for Zeke on the mat, kick to the gut and a standing
piledriver… Duncan is down, but near the ropes. Dragging him out from the ropes, Zeke signals for the Mudpuddle. Climbing through the ropes, he ascends
to the top turnbuckle and plays to the crowd slightly before leaping… AXE KICK!, Zeke is knocked out cold, Duncan tries to make the cover, he crawls
slowly towards Zeke. Duncan is near Zeke’s head, he drapes one arm over the unconscious form of Zeke.

ONE!–Zeke isn’t moving at all, barely breathing.

TWO!…Both men are covered in sweat, both breathing extremely heavily.

THREE!

DING! DING! DING!

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match… DUNCAN ARIES!

Duncan holds his hand high up into the air, sweat covering his body from head to toe. Zeke rolls to the outside of the ring.

THE LIGHTS GO OUT.

They stay off for several seconds, when they come on Duncan Aries is laying face down, in a pool of his own blood. A familiar face stands over him, as former
REBEL wrestler Blood holds his patented staff in hand. Security wrestles Blood to the ground, but not before a few get knocked out with his staff. They
handcuff him and take him away. Rex Caliber has zero tolerance for attacks. But the real story is Blood. He returns to REBEL, but why did he attack Duncan
Aries?

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JENNY JERSEY: The following match is a non-title match. Introducing first, the Carolina’s champion. From Albuquerque, New Mexico, weighing in at two-hundred
and thirty-five pounds… MIKEY MASSACRE!

“All Right Now” by Free cues up. But no one emerges from the curtain. The cheers of the fans turns to shouts of confusion, then some boos. They want to
see Mikey! Where the F is he?

Then Mikey stumbles through the curtain! To be followed by Bubba J! Bubba is punching Mikey as they make their way down the aisle! And there comes Everhardt
and Black! Black throws Everhardt through the curtain. Hardcore Entertainment must have attacked the two champs backstage. Boos ensue! With the security
crew occupied kicking the returning Blood out the building, there is no one to stop these guys.

“Fuck you!” “Fuck you!” “Fuck you!” the REBEL fans yell. Bubba whips Mikey into the steps! Black gives the finger to the fans, then whips Everhardt into
the guard rail. The World Champ flips over the rail. Black follows him into the crowd.

Meanwhile, Bubba is setting up a table outside of the ring. He is going to powerbomb Mikey through the table! In the crowd, Black has a chair. He swings
it at Everhardt, who is on one bent knee, but Everhardt catches it and steals it! But Black grabs another chair. He swings it but Everhart blocks it! And
he stands up!

Bubba has Mikey up for the powerbomb! The fans are booing incessantly. But Mikey springs to life! He’s punching away at the Ragin’ Redneck! Mikey reverses
into a DDT through the table!

“Mikey! Mikey! Mikey!”

Meanwhile, Everhardt and Black are dueling with their chairs in the middle of the crowd! The fans love it!

“REBEL! REBEL! REBEL!”

Finally Everhardt lands a blow, the top of the chair into the gut of Vincent Black! And cranks it over his head! Everhardt and Mikey fought their way back
after being attacked backstage by Hardcore Entertainment… maybe now we can see Everhardt/Mikey II!

Everhardt is leaving Black in the crowd. He’s yelling to Mikey and pointing towards the ring. Mikey hears him and nods. They’re going to start their match!
They both get in the ring! They’re circling each other.

“Mikey! Everhardt! Mikey! Everhardt! TWO! Mikey! Everhardt! Mikey! Everhardt! TWO! Mikey! Everhardt! Mikey! Everhardt! TWO!”

Both champs trying to size up the other… WTF!?? The Great Alaskan Ninjas just came out from under the ring! They roll into the ring! Shoe jumps Mikey! Inferno
jumps Everhardt! Those BASTARDS! They are STEALING THE MATCH!

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Inferno Danger Bombs Everhardt to the outside! TO THE CEMENT! Shoe with a Death Valley Driver to the Carolina champ! He bounces off of the ropes… THE OTHER
FOOT! And the World Tag champs toss Mikey to the outside! And here comes Hardcore Entertainment… we have ourselves our MAIN EVENT!

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

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The fans are booing enthusiastically, but make no mistake about it, though they are pissed they were robbed of Everhardt/Mikey II, they are looking forward
to these two teams beating the shit out of each other! We see the REBEL Trauma team come out to help Everhardt and Mikey.

The bell sounds as the World Tag Team Championship match is officially underway,

Shoe and Black! Inferno and Bubba! Exchanging rights and lefts! Rights and lefts! Shoe with an atomic drop to Black. He bounces off of the ropes, goes for
a running bulldog but Black throws him! Shoe quick to his feet but Black plows him over with a HUGE running lariat!

Bubba locks up with Inferno and puts him in a side headlock. Inferno is laughing maniacally! He slips out and hooks Bubba for an inverted DDT. But here
comes Black off of the ropes with another lariat to the other Ninja! Shoe is getting to his feet only to run into a big boot from Black. Black and Bubba
pick up Inferno. Double four-handed chokeslam to the firestarter! Now they are going to the outside. They throw the remnants of the broken table into the
ring. Along with several steel chairs from ringside! Hell.. they just picked up an entire eight-foot long piece of the guard rail and they put it under
the bottom-rope! What else can they find?

Shoe gets to his feet and is helping Inferno up. They roll out of the ring too. They are going to contribute! They find two tables under the ring and add
them to the collection. Hardcore Entertainment just took a six pack of beer bottles from someone at ringside. They place two in the ring and place the
four remaining beers at ringide. The Ninjas climb into the aisle and empty out a garbage can. They throw it into the ring!

Satisfied, all four members of REBEL’s newest faction are back in the ring, at each of the corners. They each pick up a weapon.

Shoe with a beer bottle!

Inferno with a steel chair!

Vincent Black with the garbage can!

The Ragin’ Redneck with… the guard rail!

Shoe and Black run at each other. Shoe ducks a swing of the can and BREAKS THE BOTTLE OVER BLACK’S HEAD! Glass shards are all over the ring! And Black is
CRIMSON!

Bubba J and Inferno run at each other. Guard rail versus… a steel chair! Bubba swings the guard rail and Inferno blocks it with the chair! Bubba swings
it again! This time Inferno ducks it and rolls on the ground… like he’s putting out a fire! STOP DROP AND ROLL! The rail is heavy and Bubba struggles as
he lifts it again. Inferno is to his feet. He crashes the chair over the back of the Redneck! But it’s as if Bubba didn’t feel it. He swings the rail around
and sends Inferno over the top-rope!

Shoe picks up the garbage can. Bubba charges at him but Shoe hucks the can at him! Bubba stops for a moment, shakes it off, and keeps running. Now Shoe
picks up a chair. He hucks it but Bubba blocks it with the rail! Bubba swings the guard rail. Shoe is able to roll out to the outside. Bubba drops the
rail and helps the bloody Black to his feet.. Hardcore Entertainment is working to setup both of the tables while the Ninjas regroup on the outside.

The Ninjas get back in the ring. Inferno locks up with Black. Shoe locks up with Bubba. Inferno with a knee to Black’s gut. Another. Inferno smashes Black’s
head against the turnbuckle once. Twice. Three times! He hops up on the turnbuckle… Tornado DDT!

NO! Black hooks him a waistlock! HUGE belly-to-belly through one of the tables!

“HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!”

Cover. One! Two! Kickout!

Shoe and Bubba are… are… are putting on a technical wrestling clinic? WTF? They are exchanging all kinds of holds as if they were Nick Everhardt and Mikey
Massacre! Now they’re laughing, mocking the champs! Shoe’s doing his best Mikey impression while Bubba does his best (it’s not very good) Everhardt. And
Shoe snaps out of it with a kick to Bubba’s big gut! Butterfly suplex!

One! Two! Kickout!

Here comes Black… with the garbage can! He crashes it over Shoe’s skull! Kicks Shoe in the stomach… pumphandle slam… through the other table! Cover!

One! Two! Kickout!

Inferno is using the ropes to get back to his feet. He has the other beer bottle in his hand! He’s keeping it hidden as Black approaches him… and Black
takes a SECOND bottle to the head! The glass is collecting in the same spot in the middle of the ring! Black falls. Inferno is going up top! He yells at
Shoe who is slowly getting to his feet, telling him to put the steel chair over Black’s bleeding face. Shoe complies. Inferno with a diving headbutt to
the chair! COVER! This is it!

One! Two! Thr—NO! NO!

Black kicks out somehow! Bubba has the leg of one of the broken tables. And he brings it down over the back of Shoe’s skull! Shoe falls right into the broken
glass! But Bubba’s not done. He’s… he’s… punching the broken glass! Holy shit! He’s forcing the pieces of broken glass into his clenched fist! He’s SICK!
Now he’s on top of Shoe, pummeling away with the FIST OF BLOODY GLASS! Inferno is coming to… he sees Bubba.. And he can’t help but laugh!

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

…before running off of the ropes and delivering a knee to the side of the Redneck’s head. Shoe is bleeding an obnoxious amount. Black is struggling to his
feet. Inferno has that guard rail. Inferno swings the guard rail and knocks Black over the top-rope! Bubba getting to his feet… Inferno swings the guard
rail and sends him back down! He places the rail on top of Bubba. Now he’s going up top! BACKDRAFT!

Time for a cover! But no… Shoe is up… off of the ropes, THE OTHER FOOT! Shoe makes the cover while Inferno prevents Black from getting the ring!

One! Two! Three! THE NINJAS DEFEND THEIR STRAPS!

JENNY JERSEY: And your winners, and still, REBEL Pro’s World Tag champs, the GREAT ALASKAN NINJAS!

The fans are both booing and cheering, booing because they hate these guys, but cheering because that match was SICK! Shoe helps Bubba to his feet. Black
grabs the remaining four beers from ringside. Inferno sits on the bottom-rope so Black can get in the ring. He passes out the four beers. Each member of
Hardcore Ninja Entertainment has a beer in hand, standing proudly on top of a turnbuckle! Now the appreciation for the match has worn off… and the fans
are booing the absolute shit out of them! But the four men seem to be on top of the world.

MORE HUMAN THAN HUMAN… SICKER THAN SICK!

The crowd goes ape shit. Rex Caliber comes from the back, microphone in hand, pure sexiness exuding from every pour of his greek God like Body. Rex begins
to clap. The fans seem confused.

REX CALIBER: Well, you four put on one helluva main event. Yeah, y’all did good. Now, you also ruined what was going to be a wrestling classic. You also
threw threats toward me like some kind of tyrant. You in the process also PISSED ME OFF!

The crowd cheers as Rex is getting red in the face, and they know something big is coming.

REX CALIBER: Bubba, you might own a bar, just like I used too back when I was main eventing shows up north. You might also be drawing asses in the seats,
like I did here and everywhere I wrestled. But you and Black aren’t the sharpest knives in the drawer. You two threaten to sue me over things like title
shots? Fines? Possible suspensions? I’m not going to suspend you… this time. But I’m not going to give your money back neither. If you remember correctly,
the night you two won the Best of the Best tournament you became true main eventers. And a few days later, I signed you two, to iron clad contracts. Contracts
that state you will wrestle who, when and where I say so. You don’t get to sue for title shots. And if you quit, YOU get sued for that signing bonus that
you two opened that bar with.

Bubba J and Vincent look super pissed.

REX CALIBER: No one but a few people in management knows this. Next week, it was supposed to be Nick Everhardt versus LDK Lloyd Rees for the World title.
I say supposed to be, because LDK isn’t going to be able to make it. So Nick doesn’t have an opponent. Mikey also needs an opponent for next week. So since
you think Vincent Black is so damn deserving a Carolinas title shot, I’ll give him a chance. Next week, he will take on two men he knows pretty damn well.
One is a man who he screwed out of the World Tag Team titles… STONE ZELLOR!

Big Pop.

REX CALIBER: The other man is pretty sick. He doesn’t have a cold, just a blood thirsty appetite for destruction… BILLY KRYENIK! If you can beat them
in a Three Way Dance… you get Mikey Massacre.. later that night! But if one of them wins, THEY GET THE TITLE SHOT LATER THAT NIGHT!

Vincent doesn’t look happy about having to fight two men to get his shot.

REX CALIBER: Now Bubba… Nick Everhardt wants to kick your ass again, and shut you up for good. And since you want things fair, how about this. We put
up a fifteen foot high Steel Cage.

The crowd likes it.

REX CALIBER: How about we wrap the top of the cage in razor sharp barbwire!

The crowd LOVES IT!

REX CALIBER: And how about we assign a special referee. One who can truly be fair. A man, who knows what it takes to be a record holding former World Heavyweight
Champion. How about the longest reigning champion in REBEL history. Do you know your REBEL history, Bubba? Crowd tell them who held the title longer than
Kyle Roberts, by exactly one week…

SEXY REXY rings out throughout the crowd.

REX CALIBER: Bubba, you need to be more careful what you ask for. And Ninjas!.. you two, have your already scheduled title defense versus The Young Leons.
You might also like to “get involved” in some other match. Or maybe Black or Bubba will. Let it be known that if any one of you four men interferes in
any match next week.. YOUR FIRED! Have fun tonight at Hardcore Drinking… Sexy Rexy is outta here!

The Elite, the Hardcore Ninja Entertainment… whatever they call themselves… they don’t look happy at all. But the fans in Raleigh, North Carolina are
happy, and they can be damn sure they will see a Merrytime Massacre on December the Second!