REBEL/NAPW SUPERSHOW VII 09/15/2009

REBEL/NAPW SUPERSHOW VII
09/15/2009
The REBEL Arena in Raleigh, North Carolina is filled up with rowdy rebel rousers ready for ringside … raction. Er, action. Chants of “REBEL RULES” rise
up, fans definitely excited for the wrestlin’ to start…

The cheering turns to boos when the Gregorian chant of “Dies Irae” fills the speakers in the Rebel Arena. NAPW’s Sean and Seamus O’Connor walk from the
back wearing their brown robes with the hoods up; the NAPW Tag Team belts reside around their waist as they walk slowly down the aisle to the beat of the
chanting.

JENNY JERSEY: They are the NAPW Tag Team Champions, Hailing from Boston Massachusetts and representing New Alberta Pro Wrestling, at a total combined weight
of three hundred pounds even… SEAMUS and SEAN O’CONNOR… THE BROTHERS O’CONNOR!

Seamus and Sean kneel down on both knees before the ring as they place their belts on the apron. After a brief moment, they climb onto the apron to step
through the ropes.

“Everyone I Went to High School with is Dead” hits the speakers and the team that usually gets boos, receives a chorus of cheers because they are going
up against NAPW here in this match.

ROB MARTINEZ: Jim and Tommy aren’t used to this kind of treatment.

COREY TAYLOR: There is no reason for their cheering, they are not enlightened as I am.

ROB MARTINEZ: Please don’t tell me you are… converted.

COREY TAYLOR: I am part of the movement, that is correct.

ROB MARTINEZ(muttering): Until some other fad comes along.

JENNY JERSEY: Representing Rebel Pro as the Tag Team Champions, they weigh in at a combined weight of four hundred and sixty-six pounds, JIM and TOMMY…
THE JONAS BROTHERS!

Jim and Tommy step through the ropes and stare daggers at The Brothers O’Connor across the ring.

“I’m A Rebel” hits the speakers as Larry Gordon walks from the back, a microphone in his hand and a look of distaste on his face.

LARRY GORDON: Jim and Tommy…

He nods his head at both wrestlers.

LARRY GORDON: Since you are Rebel Pro Tag Team Champions, do you think it is beneath you to record a promo in a non-title match?

Jim and Tommy make no sign to acknowledge Larry Gordon, the owner of Rebel Pro.

LARRY GORDON: Well, as the line states, this card is subject to change. I’ve discussed it with the Commissioner of NAPW and he has no problem with the
change.

Larry Gordon smiles a bit.

LARRY GORDON: This match has been changed… your Rebel Pro Tag Team Championship… is on the line. Ring the bell.

Larry turns to walk back up the aisleway.

ROB MARTINEZ: Unbelievable!

DING DING

The bell rings and Sean goes in for a lock up with Tommy Jonas, but his foot snaps out connecting with Tommy’s face snapping his head backwards. Tommy
falls down to the canvas but before he hits the mat, Sean has kicked him in the temple four more times. Seamus leaps over the top rope, charges across
the ring, and connects with a superkick to Jim’s chin sending him flying over the top rope to the outside.

ROB MARTINEZ: Geeze!

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah, aren’t these guys awesome?

Sean steps on Tommy’s face and points to Jimmy Johnson, signaling for him to count. Seamus stands with his hands clasped in front of him, his head lowered.
One. Two. Three.

DING! DING! DING!

JENNY JERSEY: Winners of the match and NEEEEEW Rebel Pro Tag Team champions…. Seamus and Sean, the Brothers O’Connor!

COREY TAYLOR: I’m so happy…

ROB MARTINEZ: Can you shut up, you are pathetic.

Jimmy Johnson hand Seamus and Sean their respective Rebel Pro tag team belts and a microphone.

SEAMUS: These belts represent nothing.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

SEAN: These belts are nothing more than glorified trashcan lids that you whores grovel for.

Seamus and Sean take the belts, lifting them high in the air, to drop them on the canvas. They make sure to stand on the faceplates of the belts.

SEAMUS: We do not want these belts, we do not need these belts.

SEAN: For as sorry and pathetic as the TDA are, they do not even deserve these… titles.

SEAMUS: Your champions lasted a total of five seconds…. and you call them your champions…

Both shake their heads.

SEAN: We shall not let that name befall us, to follow us around like the stench it is.

SEAMUS: As of this very instant, the belts are vacated and hold their rightful place.

SEAN: Below the true Tag Team Champions, the NAPW Tag Team Champions, but more importantly… “The Mission’s” Champions.

Seamus and Sean spit on the belts before climbing out of the ring to head up to the aisle to the booing of the crowd. They walk past the form of Larry
Gordon who just stares at them as they pass by.

ROB MARTINEZ: A bit uncalled for.

COREY TAYLOR: Very much so, I guess the Jonas Brothers will learn that a non-title match can turn into a title match.

ROB MARTINEZ: That isn’t what I am talking about.

COREY TAYLOR: After all, it does say card subject to change.

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh nevermind.

LARRY GORDON: Boys, boys, boys.

He looks to the ring where Jim is lifting Tommy up to his feet.

LARRY GORDON: I guess you will learn that even if it is non-title, you are required to record a promo. I am the owner, the boss, and what I say does go.
Don’t piss me off again.

The crowd is behind Larry Gordon now, cheering him on; the Jonas Brothers look with distaste at the Rebel Pro owner.

LARRY GORDON: But you boys did defend successfully at least once, so you get your garanteed rematch next week at Underground’s “Prove Your Worth”. See,
the match will still be for the Rebel Pro Tag Team Championship, but this time… you have to win them, instead of defend them. See you boys next week.
Larry turns around to walk backstage.

ROB MARTINEZ: Shocking news Corey.

COREY TAYLOR: Not really, I knew next week was Underground “Prove Your Worth”, you should check your e-mail more often.

Larry turns around to face Jim and Tommy once more.

LARRY GORDON: Oh, in order to regain the belts… you’ll have to Prove Your Worth!

He turns back around and walks through the curtain.

——————————————————————————–

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

“Lipless” plays, bringing out the NAPW Heritage Champion to a chorus of boos.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds. He is the NAPW Canadian Heritage Champion. From Jersey City, New Jersey,
this is HOSTILE!!

The champ shows nothing but disdain for the crowd. He holds his title up for all to see, even though this is a non title affair.

Four Cellos.

The REBEL fans are on their feet for Hostile’s opponent!

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent, weighing in at two hundred and ten pounds! From Brooklyn, New York: This is RAVAGER!!

ROB MARTINEZ: Ravager looking more focused than usual tonight. This will be his last appearance in North Carolina…

COREY TAYLOR: I notice he didn’t bring the Aerial Assault trophy with him. If he’s quitting he could at least give REBEL the trophy back…

ROB MARTINEZ: That makes no sense at all.

Ravager eyes Hostile warily. Hostile gives a sick smirk to Ravager. Referee Alan Stone calls for the bell and the two men lock up. Hostile manages a waist
lock takedown, and tries to put pressure on Ravager’s injured neck. Ravager squirms out of the hold and rolls to his stomach. He gets to his feet, but
Hostile is there to slap on a side headlock. He twists on Ravager’s neck, trying to do more damage.

ROB MARTINEZ: Hostile going for a mat based game tonight.

COREY TAYLOR: Yet another message sent to Ravager. First he takes out his student, and now he’s going to out-wrestle him!

Hostile tries to take Ravager down to the mat. Ravager grabs hold of Hostile’s waist, and tries for a back drop. Hostile drives his elbow into the back
of Ravager’s neck! Ravager slumps to one knee. Hostile lets go of the headlock, and now he grabs Ravager by the hair…

Ravager with a low blow! He suckered Hostile in, and now he’s getting some payback for this past week! He delivers a vicious headbutt that staggers the
Heritage champion! Then another! And another! Ravager nails a European Uppercut, then hits the ropes and comes back with a lariat! Hostile is down, and
Ravager covers! One… two… Hostile kicks out! Ravager gets on top of Hostile and starts laying in with fists to the forehead. Hostile pushes him off
and Ravager rolls to the corner. Hostile to his feet, Ravager charges, Hostile catches him with a boot to the gut! He knocks Ravager back into the turnbuckles.
He lands on his ass, and Hostile races in with the Psych Major! Ravager’s head snaps back, and he falls to the mat, clutching his neck! Hostile drags him
out of the corner, Ravager rolls to all fours trying to get away… Hostile hits the ropes and comes back with a running punt to the skull! Ravager slumps
to the mat as a hush goes over the crowd! He rolls Ravager over and hooks the leg for a cover!

ONE!!

TWO!!

THR- Ravager gets a shoulder up! That gets the crowd to make some noise, and Ravager tries to get back to his feet. Hostile delivers forearm shots to the
back of Ravager’s head, adding more damage to the neck. Ravager gets an elbow to the gut of the Heritage champ, but it doesn’t have the effect he wants.
Hostile hauls Ravager up of the mat, pushes him to the ropes. Ravager bounces backwards into a German Suplex! Hostile drops him right on his neck, and
the fans at ringside wince at the impact! But Hostile hangs on and rolls through to deliver a second, and yes a third suplex! Hostile covers! One… two…
Ravager with a foot on the bottom rope! Referee Stone checks to see if Ravager really wants to continue, and gets an affirmative “YES”. Ravager fires off
with weak fists to the gut. Hostile lifts Ravager up for a body slam… Ravager with a small package! One… two… Hostile kicks out! He tries to clothesline
a rising Ravager, but he ducks and catches him with a schoolboy pin! One… two… Hostile kicks out again! Hostile boots Ravager in the gut, then tosses
him over the top rope and to the floor!

ROB MARTINEZ: Ravager’s neck is taking a lot of punishment. He needs to end this soon, or he’ll be leaving Carolina on a stretcher!

Ravager crawling under the ring as Hostile climbs out after him. He grabs Ravager by the leg and pulls him to ring side…

Ravager finds a fire extinguisher under the ring, and he gives Hostile a faceful! The champs staggers, and Ravager nails him in the back with the extinguisher!
And now Ravager grabs a chair…

SMACK!!

He brings the chair down across the back of Hostile, and the fans are enjoying this. Ravager with a few more chair shots, trying to weaken his opponent
even more!

ROB MARTINEZ: Hostile changed his style up tonight, looks like Ravager is doing the same!

COREY TAYLOR: Ravager can’t do half the moves he likes because of his neck! This isn’t a change of style, this is pure desperation!

Ravager hauls off and cracks Hostile one more time, right upside the head! Hostile falls forward, Ravager catches him, and rolls him into the ring. He
slides in after him, and sets the chair up beneath Hostile’s head. Ravager locks up Hostile’s legs, and now he grabs the arms. He’s going to curb stomp
Hostile right on the chair!

ROB MARTINEZ: Wait a second…

There is a commotion as it looks like a fan is on the ring apron…

COREY TAYLOR: Hey, isn’t that…

The student Hostile assaulted. The student Ravager expelled. Is standing on the ring apron. Ravager lets go of Hostile and questions what the student,
who responds by punching Ravager right in the face! Ravager is furious, and he drags the student into the ring… Hostile is up, and he clobbers Ravager
from behind, then spins him around… IMPLANT DDT! Ravager driven into the mat! Hostile goes for a cover… the student stops him. He points at the chair.
He grabs Ravager and drags him up, holding him in place for Hostile to hit him. Hostile thinks about it for a second, then smiles, as he picks up the chair,
and takes a step back, ready to end Ravager once and for all…

Only he steps back into Taboo, who has charged out from the locker room! Taboo with a waist lock on Hostile… HUGE German Suplex, folds the champ in half!
The student lets go of Ravager and starts to yell at Taboo. Taboo just grins and accepts the verbal abuse. The student doesn’t stop to ask why. He just
keeps yelling. He also doesn’t stop to ask why the fans are cheering. He only stops when Taboo points at something…

Ravager is on his feet. He is holding his neck. He has a look of fury on his face. His former student takes a step back, trying to plead his case. Ravager
doesn’t waste any time listening. He lunges forward and plants a boot int he kid’s gut. He locks the kid up for a suplex… Taboo kicks the chair over…
Ravager drops the kid on the chair with a brainbuster! He kicks the kid out of the ring, and offers up one last piece of wisdom:

RAVAGER: That showed balls. But you’re still fired.

Ravager nods his thanks to Taboo, who makes his way back to the locker room. Hostile is slowly getting back to his feet… Ravager sends him back down
with a Sliding D! He covers! One… two… Hostile gets a shoulder up!

COREY TAYLOR: That kid may be broken in half, but he kept Ravager from getting a pin on Hostile after that Suplex. So his plan wasn’t a total failure!
ROB MARTINEZ: You actually think he had a plan?

COREY TAYLOR: That may be a bit generous, granted.

Ravager looks to finish Hostile off, tries to lock on the Kata-Hajime! But he’s been weakened too much to really cinch it in. Hostile grabs Ravager’s leg
and pulls him onto his back for a pin! ONE!! TWO!! Ravager gets a shoulder up to avoid pinning himself! Hostile slips out of the hold…

And slaps on the Demon’s Dream! He pulls back on the neck of Ravager, who is in intense pain! Referee Stone is right there to check for a submission! Ravager
shouts out “NO”, but he can’t break the hold! Hostile pulls back even harder, and Stone looks like he’s ready to end the match right there! He’s about
to call for the bell…

Ravager reaches out and grabs the bottom rope! Stone forces the break, and Hostile is livid, feeling Stone waited too long to call for the bell! Stone
stands his ground, telling Hostile that there was no submission, so the match continues. Hostile drives a vicious knee to the back of Ravager’s head. Then
another. He grabs Ravager around the waist and hauls him up with a gut wrench powerbomb! Ravager laid flat on the mat, and now Hostile goes to the top
rope! He’s going for the New Jersey Head Shot! Ravager rolls to the ropes just as Hostile reaches the top turnbuckle. Ravager grabs the ropes and starts
shaking them! Hostile tries to keep his balance but finally falls, crotching himself on the top turnbuckle! Ravager spies the chair that never did get
kicked out of the ring, and grabs it. He tees off on Hostile’s head, bending it on the Heritage champ’s skull! Hostile is busted open from the shot! Ravager
climbs on to the turnbuckle, and he’s going for Instant Karma! He starts to lift him up… but he can’t do it! Too much damage has been done! Hostile fires
some punches to Ravager’s gut, then pushes him off the turnbuckles! Ravager lands flat on his back, and now Hostile comes off with the New Jersey Head
Shot! Ravager rolls out of the way! Hostile lands face first on the mat! Ravager tries to get to his feet, but he is having serious trouble now. Hostile
is stirring, but he’s not moving very fast either. Ravager climbs/falls out of the ring, and now he’s looking under the ring for something…

The fans cheer as Ravager pulls out a table! He slides it into the ring, then climbs in and starts to set it up near the turnbuckles! Hostile is to his
knees, and Ravager comes over and drives his knee into the side Hostile’s skull! He hefts Hostile up and sets him on the table. And now Ravager climbs
to the top rope. He’s going for his own diving headbutt! … Hostile rolls off the table. Ravager climbs down to place Hostile back on the table…

Low blow by Hostile! Ravager crumples… Hostile lifts Ravager up and drops him across the top turnbuckle!

COREY TAYLOR: Snake eyes!

Ravager’s head snaps back again, and now he looks like he can barely stand. Hostile sets Ravager up on the top rope. He slowly climbs up, stopping once
to regain his balance. He hooks Ravager’s arms, going for a superplex! Ravager fires some shots to the gut, trying to fight the move. Hostile clubs Ravager
across the neck with a forearm shot. Both men are now teetering on the top rope, fighting to keep their balance. Hostile tries one more time for the superplex…
Ravager with a fist to the kidneys, and now he sweeps the leg…

STO off the top rope through the table! The fans roar as the table explodes! Both men are down and out! Referee Stone starts to count both men out…

Ravager manages to drape his arm across Hostile’s chest! Stone counts!

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!

JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner: RAVAGER!!

ROB MARTINEZ: Hostile showed tonight why he is a true champion! But he may have given Ravager just a little too much added motivation!

COREY TAYLOR: Ravager got lucky. He’ll be even luckier if he can walk out of here!

Hostile has rolled out of the ring, and looks back on Ravager with a sneer before walking away. Ravager slowly pulls himself up with the help of Stone
and Chris Kamikaze. He soaks in the cheers as the REBEL fans give him one last ovation.

Only one match to go…

——————————————————————————–

JENNY JERSEY: Alright fans, it is now time for the NAPW vs REBEL RUMBLE! The rules are as follows: every wrestle can only eliminate the opposing team’s
wrestlers by throwing them over the top rope, with both feet hitting the floor…. new wrestlers enter the match every minute until all 15 are in! The
surviving team wins! Now, the two men who drew numbers one and two…

Corrosion of Conformity blasts out and the crowd boos Steve Parker, NAPW, who steps through the curtain with The Smile plastered over his face.

JENNY JERSEY: Representing NAPW, he is “THE STAR-SPANGLED SENSATION”… STEVE PARKER!

ROB MARTINEZ: Former Heritage Champion, definitely one of NAPW’s hottest young stars. But this contest is unusual, in that it is a TEAM Rumble. Parker
is on the ‘same side’ as a couple men who aren’t fond of him – namely Bruce “The Beast” Richards!

COREY TAYLOR: These fans here boo Parker, the fans in Alberta boo Parker, it’s a joke. He’s an American’s American and deserves a standing ovation.

ROB MARTINEZ: Come on Corey, he’s kind of arrogant…

COREY TAYLOR: Wouldn’t you be if you knew you were the best? You’re not, because -I- am.

Just in time for fall: THE BEATLES! “Why Don’t We Do It In The Road?” elicits a big pop as fan-favorite Mike Trey struts out, wearing his classic “GIVE
US A WIGGLE” t-shirt.

JENNY JERSEY: And representing REBEL Pro, MIKE “ASSMAN” TREY!

ROB MARTINEZ: And like I said before, the NAPW team might have trouble getting along… but so might the REBEL team! I don’t think any of the REBEL members
in the match like the FTC’s Cuzin Zeke… but here we go! Parker from behind and the match is on!

COREY BRANDON: Assman shouldn’t have turned his back on him.

Parker tries to dump Trey over, but Mike holds on and gets an elbow in Parker’s face. Steve stumbles, here comes Assman looking for the Ass-Cracker, Parker
blocks, nails a dropkick. Chop across the chest! Parker grabs Assman by the legs and tries to dump him over, Trey hanging on to the top rope.

ROB MARTINEZ: Parker could give his team an early advantage by eliminating Trey, but we don’t know what team will get the next member – the order of entrance
was drawn at random in the back!

Trey fights his way back to the canvas, now trying to just force Parker over. He’s not having any more luck than his opponent did, however, and Parker
claws the eyes to get out. Parker whips Trey to the ropes – reversal – side Russian Leg Sweep! Parker is down, and Assman…

GIVES ‘EM A WIGGLE!

THREE, TWO, ONE, BLAAAAAAAAAAAAT!

The airhorn signals a new entrant into the match…

ROB MARTINEZ: And here comes a member of BLOOD HARVEST, NAPW’s newest tag team – Roger “Rocketsauce” Malone! And he’s wearing the new Blood Harvest t-shirt…
wait a minute. Does it only have THREE tour dates on it?

COREY TAYLOR: Limited edition, Martinez. If you didn’t get one earlier you’re out of luck.

ROB MARTINEZ: And what is… what the heck is Chaz throwing to the crowd?

Indeed, the bass player/manager for Blood Harvest, “Chedda” Chaz, looks bombed out of his mind, his tour t-shirt still with a piece of tape with the price
on it… and he’s tossing some objects out of a bowl. One lands at the announce table.

COREY TAYLOR: OH MY GOD IT’S A SPLEEN

ROB MARTINEZ: Relax, Corey. It’s fake… disgusting, but fake. Blood Harvest branching out into new merchandising ideas – this fake spleen even has their
logo on it!

Clad in full “metal” outfit, Roger reaches in the bowl and tosses a fake, slimey large intestine to a confused Mike Trey —

AND STEVE PARKER SNEAKS UP BEHIND AND TIPS MIKE OUT OF THE RING!

JENNY JERSEY: Mike Trey has been eliminated!

ROB MARTINEZ: REBEL is down one man, and that means… well, we have two NAPW wrestlers in the ring with nothing to do.

COREY TAYLOR: They have an advantage then!

Rocketsauce gets in the Rumble and looks like he wants to fight Parker? Steve gives him The Smile and says let’s just wait…

THREE, TWO, ONE, BLAAAAAAAAAT!

ROB MARTINEZ: Here comes another REBEL wrestler… but the fans sure don’t have much to cheer for. It’s Cuzin Zeke!

COREY TAYLOR: He is the Carolinas Champion, he deserves respect.

As Cuzin Zeke hits the ring, Parker is chatting quickly to Rocketsauce. He has a PLAN. The big man steps in, Parker and Rocketsauce charge — Parker stops
short! Rocketsauce tries to lift the big Kentuckian up and over the top rope to no avail… Big forearm shot across the back! Zeke hooks a struggling Rocketsauce
in a front face lock, staring at Parker, who just shrugs. Zeke with a big suplex to Blood Harvest’s guitar player. Zeke picks him up over his head, looking
to dump him over the top rope with ease, but Parker pulls Roger’s feet and yanks him off. Parker nails Zeke and tries to dump him out as a rattled Roger
gets up to try to help.

ROB MARTINEZ: Zeke is one of the biggest men who will be in this match, Parker and Roger not having an easy time putting him out.

COREY TAYLOR: He’s the BEST big man in the match.

Try as they might, Parker and Roger can’t get Zeke over the top. They get shoved away. Big right hand knocks Roger down, another one sends Parker reeling
…

THREE, TWO, ONE, BLAAAAAAAT!

The crowd finally has a reason to cheer —

“THE SHOW” CHAD KURTIS comes out of the chute!

ROB MARTINEZ: The man “on his own damn time” as it were! Chad is a star in both NAPW and REBEL, and in this match wasn’t going to take sides. Definitely
the wildcard and the underdog, but that’s just how Chad likes it.

COREY TAYLOR: I heard Chad likes it…

ROB MARTINEZ: Why are you so gross?

Chad Kurtis hits the ring… and immediately goes after FTC member Cuzin Zeke! Chad is gunning for Mikey Massacre’s REBEL World Title after all. Zeke swings,
Chad ducks and starts peppering him with big shots! He has Zeke on the ropes, gets a run — ZEKE BACKDROPS CHAD! HE — manages to land on the ring apron!
Zeke thinks he’s eliminated Chad, he turns around to gloat, receives a shoulder to the midsection! Kurtis sunset flips back into the ring, sending Zeke
down. No pinfalls here, so Kurtis leaps up and hits a basement dropkick into Zeke’s face. Rocketsauce jumps Chad from behind and tries to knock him out
of the ring, Kurtis hits a back kick to the gut and delivers a pele kick that sends Roger to the canvas! Steve Parker tryin’ to sneak up on Chad, but he
gets caught. Kurtis with a flurry sends Parker to the corner. He looks out to the fans, do they want it? CHOP! Parker holds his chest in pain, but Zeke
comes from behind with a double ax handle. Parker smiles, and then he and Zeke begin putting the boots to “The Show!”

ROB MARTINEZ: I can’t believe it, NAPW and REBEL are teaming up to try to put The Show out!

COREY TAYLOR: Just goes to show you that nobody likes Chad Kurtis.

THREE, TWO, ONE, BLAAAAAAAAAT!

ROB MARTINEZ: Chad might want to hope it’s somebody who’ll turn the tide for him… it’s another member of Blood Harvest! NAPW gets a third man in the
ring, here comes James “Deadpool” Blackpool!

COREY TAYLOR: Lead singer and also guitar of Blood Harvest, you nimrod.

Deadpool hits the ring as Show is fighting off three men. He seems to be

getting somewhere when James hits him with a Double “Guitar” handle smash from
behind. Zeke starts choking out The Show as Deadpool and Rocketsauce high-five. Parker Smiles, but then James starts yelling at him. “You’re not singing
for this band, don’t even think about it!” Parker has no idea what’s going on as Rocketsauce tries to calm James down. Still scowling at Parker, James
starts attacking The Show. Parker and Rocketsauce join in as Zeke lifts Show up to put him out. Chad is hanging on for dear life to the top and middle
ropes, trying to fight out, but it looks bad for him…

COREY TAYLOR: And there’s nobody on Chad’s team to come “save him.” Hahaha.

ROB MARTINEZ: It’s not looking good for The Show here, that’s for sure.

THREE, TWO, ONE, BLAAAAAAAAAAT!

ROB MARTINEZ: You were saying nobody would save The Show, Corey? How about his BIG BROTHER — HERE COMES MATTHEW KURTIS!

COREY TAYLOR: He’d be stupid to do so, they’re against each other in this —

But Matt Kurtis goes right to the aid of his brother! He tears off Rocketsauce… BIG RIGHT HAND! James runs at him EATS A BIG BOOT! Steve Parker runs
at the man and gets an inverted atomic drop for his troubles. While Parker dances to the tune of his singin’ jewels, Cuzin Zeke charges at Matt Kurtis.
The two bigger men go at it, Zeke with a slug. He whips Matt off the ropes, but Matt explodes off with the Bluegrass Mafia kick, knocking Zeke down! The
Show and Matt bump knuckles…

ROB MARTINEZ: It looks like the Kurtis clan are going to take everybody else out and then settle it between themselves.

COREY TAYLOR: Foolish sentiment!

Zeke gets up, but it’s not as if Matt Kurtis can eliminate him – they’re technically on the same team in this contest. So that leaves Zeke to instead grab
Steve Parker and try to put him out… Chad and Matt each take up a Blood Harvest member and deliver wicked chops to each man’s chest! They each howl in
pain as Chad shouts “WELCOME TO WRESTLING.”

THREE, TWO, ONE, BLAAAAAAAAAAT!

ROB MARTINEZ: Here comes a REBEL newcomer, Kid Loser! The ring is filling up, we’re up to seven men — wait a minute! Blood Harvest with double low blows!
Deadpool is trying to put Matt Kurtis out… what’s Rocketsauce saying to Chaz?

Rocketsauce whips Chad to the ropes, as Chedda stumbles onto the apron and yanks the top rope down.

Too bad for him that Chad reversed the whip. Rocketsauce goes spilling over the top rope!

JENNY JERSEY: Rocketsauce has been eliminated!

Kid Loser hits the ring as Roger shouts at Chedda, who just smiles and rubs his nose. Roger takes off the back, frustrated as Kid Loser tries to sneak
up on Chad and dump him out. Meanwhile Parker has gotten free of Zeke and is trying to help Deadpool put Matt Kurtis out of the match… Zeke goes after
Chad as well, as each Kurtis brother is being double-teamed.

THREE, TWO, ONE, BLAAAAAAAAAAT!

ROB MARTINEZ: Christopher Samsonite is in the match, another REBEL wrestler. They’re starting to pile up here!

COREY TAYLOR: Samsonite could be the dark horse winner, Martinez.

Samsonite goes right for Parker and Deadpool, helping out his REBEL compatriot. He tries to eliminate Deadpool… as Parker sneaks up on Cuzin Zeke and
Kid Loser, who are trying to push Chad out, lifting both men up! Loser and Chad tumble over the top but land on the ring apron, as Zeke turns around and
nails Parker with a big shot. He starts stomping.

All around the ring everybody is trying to eliminate somebody, struggling to topple a man over the top.

THREE, TWO, ONE, BLAAAAAAAAAAAAT!

ROB MARTINEZ: ANOTHER REBEL wrestler. Johnny Maverick hits the ring!

Maverick immediately joins up with Cuzin Zeke trying to eliminate Steve Parker. Deadpool is barely hanging on while the powerful Matthew Kurtis tries to
just shove him over the top rope. Kid Loser and Christopher Samsonite are working on “The Show.”

ROB MARTINEZ: Something has to give.

COREY TAYLOR: It’s all REBEL right now, they could make this very easy on themselves by eliminating all their foes…

THREE, TWO, ONE, BLAAAAAAAAAAAAT!

ROB MARTINEZ: NAPW sending another one out… IT’S THE BEAST!

COREY TAYLOR: Look out!

Richards storms the ring, roaring! He immediately is set upon by Johnny Maverick — WHO GETS TOSSED OVER THE TOP ROPE! Christopher Samsonite goes for
The Beast, gets brought onto his shoulders!

CHARRRRRRRRRRRT ATTTTAAAAAAAAAAAACK!

Over the top rope onto Johnny Maverick!

Steve Parker and Deadpool take cover from their raging teammate as Matthew Kurtis gets knocked into the corner by a clothesline. The Show is no enemy of
The Beast’s, but nonetheless he gets his head taken off with a lariat! That leaves only one man standing —

CUZIN ZEKE!

Zeke hits The Beast, Beast returns fire. They’re trading blows in the center of the ring, Zeke tries to grab a Cobra Clutch — but Bruce reverses into
one of his own. And there’s the BOMB portion of his! Zeke gets up, staggered, and turns around into a huge clothesline RIGHT OVER THE TOP ROPE! The fans
are booing and cheering, not happy about REBEL getting owned by The Beast, but cheering for Zeke being eliminated!

JENNY JERSEY: Johnny Maverick, Christopher Samsonite, and Cuzin Zeke have all been eliminated!

ROB MARTINEZ: And just like that the match complexion has changed! REBEL is down to just two men, Kid Loser and Matthew Kurtis, after seeing three eliminated.
COREY TAYLOR: BUT CAN THE BEAST GET ALONG WITH STEVE PARKER?

Sure enough, Beast’s nemesis in recent times is standing up nervously, smiling *the smile*, and extending his hand to The Beast. Richards glares at the
American-American… and shakes? NO!

He yanks Parker in, CHART ATTACK! Beast picks up a dead Parker and tosses him over the top rope?

COREY TAYLOR: What a moron. He can’t eliminate his own teammate!

ROB MARTINEZ: I don’t think Bruce cares, he just wanted a piece of Steve Parker. And you’re right, Parker is NOT eliminated… but he ain’t in a hurry
to get back into the ring.

Richards looks out the crowd, smirking and raising his eyebrows. He shrugs as the crowd cheers, laughing at Steve Parker.

THREE, TWO, ONE… BLAAAAAAAAAAAT!

The third member of Blood Harvest comes charging out, Daniel “Thrill Kill” Kilroy. In the ring “The Show” is fending off the attack of Rocketsauce, Daniel
gets in the ring and nails a spinning heel kick on The Show. Blood Harvest picking the man up. Kid Loser goes after The Beast, and he’s joined by Matthew
Kurtis as they try to eliminate Richards. The struggles carry the minute…

THREE, TWO, ONE, BLAAAAAAAAAAAAT!

COREY TAYLOR: My favorite to win with Cuzin Zeke out!

ROB MARTINEZ: Former REBEL Pro World Champion, NAPW world champion – the man has held it all! Lloyd Rees!

Rees hits the ring and immediately tips Matt Kurtis and Kid Loser up and over – almost sending Bruce out in the process! Matt’s big form doesn’t receive
the forced momentum, but Loser goes right to the floor and is out.

JENNY JERSEY: Kid Loser has been eliminated!

ROB MARTINEZ: I think Rees was hoping his act would send Bruce out as well, at the ‘hands’ of the REBEL wrestlers.

COREY TAYLOR: Blasphemer.

Rees then goes for “The Show” Chad Kurtis…

THREE, TWO, ONE, BLAAAAAAAAAAT!

Taboo is coming to the ring! The whole way he keeps looking in the crowd, as if scanning for someone…

ROB MARTINEZ: Taboo no doubt expecting another appearance by Hostile, who has made a point of interfering against Taboo over recent months. But that feud
won’t be settled here tonight!

COREY TAYLOR: Taboo better get his head straight or he’ll be tossed right out.

“The Suplex Automaton” hits the ring and starts suplexing! The Show gets suplexed! Matt Kurtis! And then Lloyd Rees just for good measure!

THREE, TWO, ONE, BLAAAAAAAAAAAT!

ROB MARTINEZ: The final man in the match, and the last REBEL entrant – El Rey de Corazones! And as much as I hate to see it, NAPW has a big numbers advantage
here!

El Rey hits the ring and grabs the two Blood Harvest members, conking their heads together. The popular luchardore big man then tosses him them both over
by the scruffs of their necks — Thrill Kill manages to hang on, but Deadpool is outta here!

JENNY JERSEY: Deadpool has been eliminated!

Rees from behind!

JENNY JERSEY: El Rey de Corazones has been eliminated!

COREY TAYLOR: Don’t ever turn your back in a battle royale. Not that he can see much with that mask blocking most of his vision.

ROB MARTINEZ: Bad break for REBEL – The Show and Matthew Kurtis are fighting The Beast!

Double irish whip, double clothesline — THE BEAST DUCKS IT! WAIT! Rees and Parker (who snuck back into the ring) each pull down the top rope! Beast almost
goes over, not quite, but Chad & Matt hit that double clothesline sending Bruce out!

JENNY JERSEY: Bruce Richards has been eliminated!

ROB MARTINEZ: We wondered how the teams would do, but we can see — Lloyd Rees and Steve Parker want all the glory for themselves!

Parker tells Rees “Thanks, I’ll handle it from here.” Rees doesn’t take too kindly to that, telling Parker to “WATCH DA MASTER AT WORK!” Parker and Rees
argue with one another

SUPERKICK!

Rees ducks the superkick meant for him, and Parker sails over the top rope! Rees tells Parker that’s what he gets — Parker grabs Rees outstretched hand
and holds on to it? Matt Kurtis easily hoists Rees up and over the top rope with the assist!

JENNY JERSEY: Steve Parker and Lloyd Rees have been eliminated!

ROB MARTINEZ: Dissension in the NAPW ranks has cost the NAPW squad, they’re down to just Taboo and Thrill Kill after having a huge advantage. In fact,
we are at the final four — Taboo, Thrill Kill, Chad Kurtis and Matt Kurtis!

Taboo is leaning over the top rope, yelling “WAS THAT HOSTILE? COME ON HOSTILE! COME IN! TRY TO COST ME! COME ON!” And behind him…

THE SHOW TIPS HIM OVER!

JENNY JERSEY: Taboo has been eliminated!

Taboo looks up, a little bit upset, but Chad says “I’m my OWN damn team in this one, pal.” Meanwhile, it looks like the remaining members of Blood Harvest
have made their way back to ringside to cheer on Thrill Kill!

COREY MARTIN: That is one of the smartest things I’ve seen Chad Kurtis do.

ROB MARTINEZ: Taboo clearly distracted by even the spectre of Hostile… One man left in each fed!

Thrill Kill charges in, throwing right hands at both Chad and Matt! And… he has little to no effect. His situation dawns upon him as Chad and Matt exchange
glances…

WHAM!

Matt sets him up —

BLUEGRASS BOMB!

Chad picks up Thrill Kill’s carcass, tells his brother NO THIS IS HOW YOU DO IT

CK FINALE!

Thrill Kill is toast, splattered on the canvas— and both Kurtis brothers pick him up and toss him out of the ring onto Blood Harvest!

And now the crowd is getting into it as Chad and Matt circle each other. Chad ducks a right hand, hits a dropkick sending Matt to the ropes. He tries to
eliminate his big brother, but Matt is too strong. He turns it around, picks Chad up in snake eyes to throw him out… Chad hooks his feet around Matt’s
head! THEY BOTH TUMBLE OUT!

And… wait a minute.

JENNY JERSEY: Chad and Matt Kurtis have been eliminated…

ROB MARTINEZ: We don’t have a winner! Nobody is left —

COREY TAYLOR: Yes there is, Rob.

In the ring, Thrill Kill is still splat on the mat.

JENNY JERSEY: Therefore the winner of the NAPW vs REBEL Rumble… DANIEL “THRILL KILL” KILROY!

ROB MARTINEZ: I don’t believe it, Blood Harvest have won the match! The rest of his band kept him from hitting both feet on the floor and deposited him
back on the canvas!

COREY TAYLOR: The power of the metal.

Rocketsauce and Deadpool rush into the ring Chaz stumbles halfway then passes out, drooling at ringside, as Blood Harvest raise Thrill Kill to his feet.
He’s out like a light, no idea that he’s a winner! But even if it was by fluke, Blood Harvest have their first big win.

——————————————————————————–

“Don’t Wanna Stop” hits the speakers and TDA come out to a mixed reaction; cheers for Macculloch and hearty boos for Demo-man. Mac shakes a few hands as
Demo just walks on down to the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, representing New Alberta Pro Wrestling, at a total combined weight of five hundred and one pound… DEMO-MAN and MACCULLOCH…
TOTAL DESTRUCTION ALLIANCE!

Mac shares a few shots with the crowd before rolling inside the ring to stand beside his brother.

“heeee heee heee heee hee” The laughter of ICP’s “Oddities” hits the speakers and the crowd jump to their feet as their favorite, well one of their favorite
teams, come out for a match. Freak Show is passing out nude Demo-man action figures with magnifying glasses attached to their crotches.

JENNY JERSEY: Representing Rebel Pro, at a total combined weight of five hundreed pounds… THE FREAK and SHUT DOWN…. THE FREAK SHOW!

Demo-man is furious at the dolls, and he tries to snatch one, but they wisely keep them out of his reach. Demo-man is handcuffed near the Corey Taylor
as Shut Down is handcuffed near Rob Martinez; Shut Down is hitting on Jenny Jersey as Macculloch and The Freak are set to do battle inside the ring.

DING DING

Collar and elbow, but no, The Freak slides under the outstretched arm of Mac to deliver a standing dropkick to the former Carolinas champion sending him
forward. Freak lunges for a bulldog, but Macculloch manages to fall to the side telegraphing the move. Freak slides to crotch himself on the ringpost as
he stares eye to middle turnbuckle padding. Mac with a running knee slams Freak’s face into the turnbuckle, Freak falling backwards from the impact of
face on padding. Mac with a leg drop across Freak’s throat and he picks him up to his feet. Wristlock into a hammerlock, but Freak ducks, flips, and has
Mac in a rear waistlock position, he leans back trying to complete the move, but Mac falls forward sending Freak flying over his body. Freak lands on his
feet, springing to the middle rope to smash his back elbow into Mac’s upturned face and down to the mat. Freak hits the ropes, jumping over Mac’s prone
body, to spring back with a moonsault, but Mac raises his knees and the Freak crashes down on the upturned knees. Freak is holding at his midsection as
Mac is up slamming a foot into his face, hitting the ropes, swinging neckbreaker takes Freak down to the canvas.

ROB MARTINEZ: Back and forth from the current Rebel Pro star and the former Rebel Pro star.

COREY TAYLOR: I’m going to get some nachos and a beer.

Corey Taylior actually gets up passing by Demo-man as the action continues inside the ring. Mac lifts Freak up to his feet, whipping him into the ropes,
Corey Taylor sneaks an arm out to trip the Freak sending him down to the canvas. Freak falls right onto Mac’s shoulder, the Irishman turns to deliver a
running powerslam to The Freak before hooking the leg. Corey Taylor reaches to pull Dale McDonald out of the ring so he is unable to make the count; Mac
is furious at the double intrusion of the announcer. He leans over the ropes to yell at the shrugging man. Freak grabs both of Mac’s ankles to flip him
up and over the top rope to land on the outside, Mac shakes his head. Freak hits the ropes, he launches himself over the top to crash on Macculloch with
a suicide dive. Freak, pulls Mac up to his feet to slam his head into the railing around ringside. The referee, not sure if there is count-outs or not,
makes no count on the two men. Freak slams Mac’s head into the railing once, twice, and three times before Mac is able to block the fourth one to slam
Freak’s face into the metal. Jenny Jersey rushes over to inform Dale McDonald that this match falls under Rebel Rules, he nods as she returns to the timekeeper’s
table..

ROB MARTINEZ: Jenny informing referee McDonald that this match falls under Rebel rules.

JENNY JERSEY: That is right Rob, he looked a bit confused there.

ROB MARTINEZ: That is a fact Jenny.

Mac slams a fist into Freak’s gut doubling him over from the face pain and the gut shot, he lifts Freak up, dropping him throat first across the railing.
Freak bounces back holding at his throat, Mac slams into him with a clothesline that flips Freak over onto the floor. Mac gets a few cheers here, but the
majority of his Rebel support has left after his disappearance. Freak is trying to get over to his knees, but Mac has a steel chair, Freak notices a loop
in the cable behind Mac’s foot. Freak yanks on the cable sending Mac sprawling on his back. Freak is smiling through a mouth of blood as he spits a bloody
wad onto the concrete, he pulls Mac back up, placing his head under his arm for a vertical suplex. Mac reverses and Freak’s back crashes on top of the
railing, his back isn’t supposed to bend that way! Freak rolls over onto his front as Mac falls to his knees breathing hard. Freak isn’t moving much, but
Mac has gotten back up to his feet and is walking over to where Freak is laying, he hops the railing to pull Freak up. He tosses Freak over the railing
and near the ring, he is paying no attention to either Shut Down or to his own brother Demo-man, the “here is your balls” guy. Mac rolls Freak inside the
ring before stepping through the ropes himself, He stomps on Freak’s forehead before lifting him to sit on the second rope. Mac backs up to Freak so that
he is almost in a piggyback position, Mac runs forward flipping Freak over with a slam and immediately dropping a leg across his throat, he hooks the leg
for a cover.

One… Two.. Thr

ROB MARTINEZ: Freak able to get a shoulder up just in time.

JENNY JERSEY: It seems Freak likes this kind of action.

ROB MARTINEZ: What do you mean?

JENNY JERSEY: The hardcore, the pain, the… torture.

Shut Down is smiling and nodding his head as he hears what Jenny Jersey is saying, Demo-man looks over to Shut Down, just wanting to fight somebody. Mac
pulls Freak back up, but Freak with a jab to Mac’s ribs, following it up with a thigh kick, front kick, toe kick, and a roundhouse kick to the spot where
he jabbed Mac’s ribs. The combo catches Mac off-guard and it allows Freak to spring from the ropes with a tornado DDT sending Mac down to the canvas. Freak
climbs to the top rope, going for his Sight Unseen finishing move, he dives out, Mac with a double knee lift into Freak’s midsection. Freak bounces back
up, bent over trying to breathe, he spits blood onto the canvas. Mac hits the ropes slamming a knee into Freak’s face so hard taht it lifts him into a
vertical position, Mac with an immediate stunner takes him back down. Mac hooks the leg and Dale McDonald slides into position.

One… Two… Three.

DING! DING! DING!

JENNY JERSEY(to the entire crowd): Ladies and gentlemen, Total Destruction Alliance has won the first fall.

She walks over to unlock Demo-Man’s handcuff, releasing him from the bonds. Demo walks to the ring, but stops to turn around and nail Shut Down with a
vicious right hand; the crowd boos. Shut Down rushes forward as far as the hand cuff will allow him, but Demo-man just laughs as he picks up the ring bell
to nail Shut Down first in the groin and then in the forehead with the object. Shut Down slumps down to the floor Demo-man mouths “Rebel rules.” The crowd
is booing heavily at Demo’s actions, but he is just focused on winning at this point. He climbs onto the apron to stretch out his hand for Mac to tag him
in. Mac tags in Demo, who steps through the ropes. He picks Freak up as Mac steps through the ropes to stand on the apron.

JENNY JERSEY: The members of the Total Destruction Alliance must tag each other in order to enter the match.

Demo-man laughs and once again mouths “Rebel Rules.” Demo with a forearm to Freak’s already bleeding mouth and an Irish whip. Demo charges in with a shoulder
block taking Freak down, he wipes his hands as he stands over Freak. Demo hits the ropes, going for a Eighties big leg drop, but he misses Freak, who manages
to roll out of the way. Demo lands on his ass and Freak is smiling as he looks into Demo’s eyes, Demo gulps as Freak’s fist connects with the bridge of
his nose. Blood flows down Demo’s face from the busted nose and Freak with a quick roundhouse takes Demo in the temple. Shut Down is back up and struggling
at the handcuff, he lifts the railing up from the connectors. Mac has no idea as Freak climbs to the top turnbuckle. Freak dives out with a swanton, his
Sight Unseen again. But talk about unseen, Mac has yet to see Shut Down, but notices him as the railing slams into his head and back toppling him down
to the floor.

ROB MARTINEZ: Freak hooks the leg!

One… Two… Three.

DING! DING! DING!

JENNY JERSEY(To the entire crowd): Ladies and Gentlemen, The Freak Show has won the second fall, the match is now a Texas Tornado Tag Team Match! Winner
takes all!

Jenny leans over the table, Shut Down gets a big time eye full as Jenny unlocks the handcuffs. Jenny leans back to sit in the chair and commentate, Shut
Down nods his approval at her before he turns to the ring and Demo-man. He walks forward, but Mac with a drop toe hold sends Shut Down’s face into the
ring apron hard. Mac gets up, but so does Shut Down, the big man is ready to go. Mac with a right hand into Shut Down’s temple, Shut Down fires back with
one of his own and these two are going toe to toe, fist to fist, blow for freaking blow right here outside the ring. Mac is holding his own against one
of the biggest men in Rebel Pro. Freak flies over the top rope as Shut Down backs off, Freak crashes into Mac sending him into the announce table.

JENNY JERSEY: Oh my, he landed right in my lap!

ROB MARTINEZ: Don’t worry, he doesn’t seem to be complaining.

Freak pulls himself back up by the section of railing that isn’t missing to kick Mac in the temple and grab a cup of Coke from a fan at ringside. Freak
takes a big swallow and spits it right back in Mac’s face! Mac wipes the sticky carbonation off his face to throw a right hand into Freak’s ribs sending
him backwards into the crowd. Demo-man has gotten up and Shut Down is unaware of the movement, Demo hits the ropes, baseball slide right into Shut Down’s
back sends him stumbling forward. Demo leaps into the air, bulldog sends Shut Down’s face into the concrete, Demo up with a leg drop on the back of his
skull as well. Freak and Mac are battling in the crowd throwing rights and lefts at each other with utter abandonment. Mac with a right fist sends Freak
backwards into an elderly woman’s lap, Freak drapes himself on her shoulders to rest for a minute. A fan offers Mac some popcorn, he accepts before turning
to watch Demo and Shut Down brawling. Mac takes the empty seat beside the elderly woman and offers Freak some of the buttery deliciousness of the popcorn,
Freak accepts as him and Mac look back on at the action ringside.

JENNY JERSEY: Those two are eating popcorn together.

ROB MARTINEZ: Well, they have been in the match since the beginning, maybe they needed a break.

JENNY JERSEY: But in the middle of a match?

ROB MARTINEZ: Stranger things have happened.

JENNY JERSEY: Estabon?

Rob nods his agreement as Shut Down pounds an elbow into the side of his face sending Demo back to the ring. He charges in, but Demo dives forward with
a spear, but the big man doesn’t budge, he looks down and laughs. Shut Down’s eyes widen as Demo slams the back of his skull into Shut Down’s balls, the
big man felt that and he goes to hold himself, but Demo nails another ball headbutt, and a third. Shut Down shoves Demo away to console his genitals, but
Demo isn’t letting him rest. He drives a forearm into his back, before knee clipping him down to one knee. Off in the crowd Freak and Mac are still sharing
the popcorn when they reach the bottom, Mac looks at Freak, Freak looks at the old woman and jumps up and back from her. He points to her and screams that
it is Edna Glickman, she smiles. Freak snatches the popcorn bucket from Mac and holds up one finger, Mac nods. Freak slams the bucket down onto Edna’s
head effectively covering her face. He turns to Mac, who is nodding again, both men get in a fighting stance. Freak with an MMA single leg takedown, Mac
fires away with fists and forearm shots to Freak’s head, but to no avial as Freak takes him down on the concrete. Both men are rolling around in the crowd,
who is scattering quickly to avoid getting injured. Mac and Freak roll through spilled beer, popcorn, Coke, and cotton candy, they are up against the back
wall throwing fists to each other. Freak slams a knee into Mac’s thigh giving him the slight advantage and allowing him to stand up. Freak turns, chewed
gum sticking to his hair and forehead; he walks towards the ring and Shut Down who is still holding his manhood in pain. Demo slams a fist into Shut Down’s
gut, but the big man can feel nothing else at the moment and Demo is taking the time to cause as much punishment as he possibly can. Demo with a chair
shot busts Shut Down’s forehead open sending him stumbling up against the ring post. Demo flies at Shut Down with the chair, but Freak chatches the ankle
and locks in a quick heel hook on Demo-man. Demo tries to spin around, but Shut Down manages a right knee into Demo’s face knocking him temporarily unconscious.
Here comes Mac through the crowd diving from the railing with a flying clothesline taking Shut Down out with a solid shot to his face. Shut Down bounces
off his skull off the concrete and isn’t moving; the crowd is behind both teams now, but for some strange reason, they don’t like Demo-man.

ROB MARTINEZ: The fans are loving this match.

JENNY JERSEY: All the gore… is lovely.

Mac with a front kick to the back of Freak’s gum covered head sends him face first onto the announce table. Mac rolls him into the ring, but Demo-man is
unable to stand on his ankle, and he kneels at the apron watching the action inside the ring. Shut Down manages to roll over to his knees, then his feet
as he rubs at the back of his skull, his hand comes back smeared with his own blood. Demo tries to stand, but Shut Down kicks him in the face sending him
back down, he steps over the top rope and into the match. Big boot to Mac catches him off-guard and he lifts Mac up onto his shoulders as he screams at
Freak. Shut Down nudges Freak with the toe of his boot and he finally begins to move. Corey Taylor comes from the back, rubbing at his belly and holding
a thirty-two ounce plastic Budweiser cup. Freak climbs to the top turnbuckle and nails his part of Big Top Insanity, he hooks the leg.

One…

Demo-man is out cold on the floor.

Two…

McDonald’s hand is coming down for the three… Corey Taylor tosses the contents of the cup into Dale’s face stopping the count. He looks up at Shut Down
who is furious at his involvement, he begins to yell at him. Freak dives over the top rope to land on Corey with a suicide plancha and Mac kneels behind
Shut Down as Demo shoves him from the front.

ROB MARTINEZ: Referee Dale McDonald doesn’t see this cover!

JENNY JERSEY: That Corey Taylor is unbelieveable.

Demo slams a boot and Mac similtaneously slams his fist into Shut Down’s temple and the big man goes limp. Demo yells at Mac to roll his big ass out of
the ring and get Freak who hit his head on the floor. Mac does as ordered and rolls Freak back inside the ring. Demo balances himself on one foot as Mac
climbs to the top turnbuckle to lock a full nelson on Freak.

ROB MARTINEZ: The FA-Q!

Demo covers while hooking the leg; Dale McDonald has the beer out of his eyes.

One… Two… Three.

DING! DING! DING!

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and Gentlemen, the winners of the match, the team of Macculloch and Demo-man… Total Destruction Alliance!

The crowd boo, they now have an even bigger reason for hating Corey Taylor, as if they needed another one. Corey sits down at the table, he puts on the
headset.

ROB MARTINEZ: Why did you do it?

COREY TAYLOR: I was hungry, didn’t have time to eat supper.

ROB MARTINEZ: I’m talking about screwing Freak Show out of a win.

COREY TAYLOR: I tried, more than once I might add, to hurry this match along.

ROB MARTINEZ: But why Corey?

COREY TAYLOR: Do I need a reason to do things like this?

ROB MARTINEZ: Good point, it was still uncalled for.

Shut Down gets back up on the outside of the ring and steps over the top rope to stand beside Macculloch and Demo-man, both of whom helped Freak up to
his feet. Jenny Jersey hands Mac a vintage bottle of Mac’s Black and Gold, one of the last remaining bottles, he opens the lid. The smell wafts to the
men in the crowd and they go crazy for a taste, Mac pours a shot for each of the men in the ring and they all down it together. After Freak gets his shot
down, he and Shut Down shake hands with TDA before climbing out of the ring to let TDA have their time in the spotlight.

——————————————————————————–

The crowd is buzzing as Jenny Jersey takes the center of the ring, ready to announce the combatants of the next match.

JENNY JERSEY: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is your main event of the evening! Introducing first…

Heavy Metal Machine by the Smashing Pumpkins kicks in, and the Rebel Arena is awash in boos and jeers. Mikey Massacre walks out, arms raised, middle fingers
extended. Massacre seems to bask in the negative reaction from the crowd. Smack-talking all the way down the aisle, Massacre stops just shy of ringside
as Jersey introduces him.

JENNY JERSEY: From Albuquerque, New Mexico, weighing two hundred and thirty-five pounds… MIKEY MASSACRE!

Mikey slides into the ring and walks over to the ropes, standing up on the middle rope, slapping his chest and giving the audience Hell.

ROB MARTINEZ: Mikey Massacre seems awfully confident for someone who is about to face a man who he has been ducking since July.

COREY TAYLOR: It’s all a mind game, Rob. Donovan Astros is playing right into Mikey’s little plan, and the sad thing is, he’s the only one out of the loop.
ROB MARTINEZ: Well, now’s the time to pay up on all of the garbage Mikey has been spewing these last few months, ever since the King of Old School tournament.
The big surprise tonight is that he is without his FTC cohorts.

COREY TAYLOR: Mikey Massacre: a man of his word.

Mikey takes his corner, arms still raised and middle fingers still letting the crowd know that they are number one. The Pumpkins die down, only to be replaced
by slowly pounding drums and guitar feedback. All of the instruments join in, ringing out a low chord to a driving beat, until the stringed instruments
start their melody, sending Audioslave’s Cochise into full swing and bringing out The Greatest Wrestler on God’s Green Earth. Donovan Astros walks out
to a mixed reaction, but that’s nothing less than Astros expected.

JENNY JERSEY: His opponent… from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at two hundred and forty-one pounds… DONOVAN ASTROS!

Astros slides into the ring and hits a corner, looking out over the REBEL faithful…some of whom cheer, but most boo.

ROB MARTINEZ: Apparently, the fans here tonight have a hard time forgetting about Astros’ previous treatment of them.

COREY TAYLOR: And rightfully so. Never trust a snake, especially one the likes of Donovan Astros.

ROB MARTINEZ: A lot of history between these two. Going back to the King of Old School tournament when Mikey Massacre made a number of disparaging remarks
about NAPW even as he accepted an open invite into the tournament. That’s when Astros, then New Alberta Pro Wrestling’s commissioner, put a bounty on Massacre’s
head for whoever was able to take him out of the tournament. Massacre would go on to win the tournament, much to Astros’ chagrin, and this feud has escalated
verbally over the past few months. Tonight, at last, they settle it in the ring… physically.

COREY TAYLOR: You know, Donnie talks a big game, but if you bother to keep track of NAPW, you’ll see that his luck has been a little on the down side.
Mikey should have no problem here tonight.

Referee Alan Stone checks both men over.

DING DING DING

The bell rings, and the two men meet in the middle of the ring, nose to nose. Even with the loud boos and small contingent of cheers for Astros, there
is an unmistakable buzz in the Arena.

COREY TAYLOR: Get ready, Rob, because these two just might tear the Rebel Arena down to it’s foundations trying to end each other.

ROB MARTINEZ: You can say that again.

COREY TAYLOR: Get ready, Rob, because these two just might tear…

ROB MARTINEZ: Ha… ha… ha…

Smack is talked between the two men. Finally, Mikey backs off, looking to the jeering crowd, then swings his fist at Astros’ head… only to have it blocked!
Astros fires back, clocking Rebel Pro’s World Champion. Mikey punches back, this time finding his target. The two take turns punching and reeling, speeding
up until they are simply holding the other’s head and swinging in unison, hockey-fight style!

COREY TAYLOR: Wait, are we in Calgary? I feel like I’m watching a Flames/Oilers game…

ROB MARTINEZ: And here we go! Both men slugging it out, neither able to get the other hand!

The two fighters keep slugging away, now moving around the ring. They hit the ropes and begin spinning, trying to jockey for the advantage by pushing the
other into a corner. After rolling past one turnbuckle, the punches cease, giving way to a collar-and-elbow tie-up,

with Astros gaining the upper hand.
More rolling ensues, this time Mikey Massacre gaining control at the next corner. A sneaky eye-gouge stops any resistance Donovan might offer, and Massacre
peppers his opponent’s face with more punches. Massacre brings Astros to the middle of the ropes and whips him off. Massacre attempts a hip toss, only
to have Astros jump through and hiptoss Mikey instead! Massacre is quickly back to his feet… only to be greeted with a backdrop! This time, Mikey is
a little slower to reach upright, and Astros helps him to his feet. Astros double-underhooks the arms… Butterfly Suplex! Mikey scoots to the corner closest
to him and calls for a time out. The crowd laughs as Alan Stone denies Massacre’s request. Astros looks for some audience approval, which is slowly growing.
Still, about sixty percent still give the former NAPW commissioner grief.

ROB MARTINEZ: If Massacre wanted mercy, he shouldn’t have shown his face here.

COREY TAYLOR: Aww, come on now, I saw some hair-pulling and some eye-gouging snuck in there by Ass-tros. Look, even that fan with the sign doesn’t believe
him. ‘Go Home, Astros!’ I love it!

By this time, Mikey is back on his feet, and the two are circling each other. Both are so distracted that neither notice the new, tall presence at ringside.
ROB MARTINEZ: Oh, look now, just when we thought we’d see a fair fight, one of the FTC has come out to un-level the playing field.

COREY TAYLOR: Vincent Black is simply down here to make sure Donnie Ass-tros doesn’t keep pulling any more funny stuff.

Another lock-up, this one a little more stationary. Massacre drops down and hooks in a double-leg takedown, quickly going for the New Mexico Cloverleaf.
Before he gets a chance to tangle Astros’ legs up, Astros pushes Mikey’s head down, rolling him up in a sitdown pin.

One…

Two… easy kickout. Massacre kicks down, forcing Donovan Astros to his back, pinning him down in a reverse North-South position.

One…

Two… Astros locks his own hands together and bridges himself, with Massacre still on top. A spin move later, and Astros has Massacre in position for
a piledriver. Astros lifts… to no avail as Mikey kicks and flails until his feet reach the mat again. Mikey backdrops Astros, who lands on his feet.
Astros runs to the ropes, where Vincent Black trips him just out of eyesight of the ref. While Donovan turns and yells at Black while leaning over the
ropes, Mikey sneaks past him, slides out onto the apron, and grabs Astros’ head, snapping his throat over the top rope and jumping to the floor. Astros
falls down, clutching his Adam’s apple. Mikey shoves his stablemate hard, almost knocking Vincent over. Mikey starts yelling at him, telling him to get
back and that it’s his fight and his alone.

ROB MARTINEZ: Uh-oh, things getting heated in the FTC.

COREY TAYLOR: Come on. Mikey, what are you doing? Vincent is just looking out for you.

The two become so engrossed in their debate that neither notices Donovan Astros ascending the top turnbuckle behind Mikey Massacre. Vincent Black cries
out, but it is too late: Astros dives out with a flying crossbody, knocking both men over! The crowd reaction is huge, as Astros has seemingly won over
the majority. A few boos smatter the Arena. Black makes a hasty retreat as Astros pulls Massacre to his feet, whipping him into the guardrail. Mikey sails
over into the audience and slowly gets to his feet… until Astros sends him back down with a flying body press, over the rail! The crowd support grows
stronger, and Donovan Astros takes a minute to soak in the adulation. He gets distracted by Referee Alan Stone commanding the two to return to the ring,
when Mikey rises up with a chair and clocks Astros from behind, sending him down.

While Astros is reeling, Mikey sets up the chair in front of the railing, as if to sit with his back to it. He goes back to Astros, now back on his feet,
and positions himself behind his victim. Astros is lifed up… Atomic Drop! Mikey quickly grabs the staggering Astros around the head and charges the chair.
Mikey uses the chair to leap over the railing, bulldogging Astros throat-first over the guardrail!

A chorus of boos ring out as Mikey Massacre smirks and gives the finger to those in attendance. He pulls Astros over, grabbing the chair he just used as
a stepping stool and tosses that in the ring before his hurt opponent. Astros, now bleeding from his head, is barely able to pull himself up to a standing
position when Mikey Massacre dropkicks him. The impact knocks Donovan into the ropes, which he catches to keep from falling down. He staggers back into
another Massacre dropkick, falling down but rising slowly in defiance. A third dropkick convinces Astros to just stay down, but Mikey feels he’s got a
point to prove. He throws two more dropkicks… into the air? The crowd boos loudly again, and Mikey lets them know how he feels about their feelings.
Massacre picks his opponent up and hoists him into a vertical suplex… and holds it there.

And holds it…

And holds it…

ROB MARTINEZ: The nerve of Mikey Massacre!

COREY TAYLOR: You mean ‘the skill’?

The mob is getting restless, and lets the Albuquerque native know it. He returns in kind, twirling his middle finger at them before taking a walk around
the ring, choosing to unceremoniously drop his victim in the middle of the ring, floating over for a pin.

One…

Two…

… Kickout!

Mikey quickly bring Astros into a chinlock. Referee Stone checks with Astros to see if he’s still with them. Masascre, using his mat skills, turns Astros
over on his face and locks in a front face lock. Astros starts to kick the mat rhythmically, inciting those in attendance to clap along. Astros starts
to stand, and Massacre squeeze tighter, which doesn’t seem to slow progress. Both men are standing, and Astros attempts to pick his aggressor up. Massacre
kicks his legs, forcing Astros to put him back down. Another lift attempt is thwarted, this time Mikey straightening up attempting to create a base for
himself. The crowd has started an Astros chant.

ROB MARTINEZ: This crowd starting to rally behind Donovan Astros…

Astros lifts Massacre again, but before Mikey can resist, Donovan brings Mikey down over his knee in an inverted atomic drop! Massacre’s eyes bug out,
and Astros puts him in his place with a dropkick. Massacre is up… then down again to another dropkick. He rolls to the ring apron while Astros throw
two phantom dropkicks of his own, the audience eating it up, now completely behind Donovan Astros. Mikey Massacre stands and is greeted by Astros, who
hooks him and attempts to bring him back in with a suplex. Mikey twists out of it and gets a waistlock from behind. He pushes Astros into the ropes and
falls back, attempting a roll-up. Astros denies him, grabbing the top rope and allowing Massacre to roll backward on his own. Astros charges… only to
be caught with the Everplex! Cover!

One…

Two…

… barely kicked out at two and three-quarters!

COREY TAYLOR: CHECK YOUR EYESIGHT, REF! THAT WAS THREE!

Massacre pulls Astros up by his hair and gets behind him, locking in a katahajime. Astros barely has the presence of mind to see where this is going and
grabs for the top rope. A stalemate ensues, with the referee starting to count.

ROB MARTINEZ: Massacre, attempting a Mannyplex…

One… two… three… Massacre releases the hold at four, followed promptly by a boot to Astros’ stomach. Massacre whips Astros to the opposite ropes,
catching him on the rebound with a spinebuster. Mikey grabs the skyward legs, tangles them up, and turns Astros over into the New Mexico Cloverleaf!

COREY TAYLOR: New Mexico Cloverleaf! It’s as good as done!

Alan Stone keeps checking with Donovan Astros to see if he can continue, and Astros resists the pain. Mikey keeps yelling, TAP! TAP! TAAAAAAAAAAP! Finally,
Astros is able to pull himself closer and closer to the edge.

He inches…

Just a fingertip away…

Then, Mikey stands, pulling Astros back to the middle. However, Astros catches a foot, sending Mikey stumbling and falling on his face. Astros is up…
ASTROLOCK! Mikey is flailing and screaming, shaking his head furiously when asked if he wants to give. Referee Stone gets in a little closer, when Mikey
grabs an extended finger of the ref’s and bends it backward. Stone retreats and shakes his hand, not seriously hurt, but annoyed.

ROB MARTINEZ: What an underhanded move by Mikey Massacre!

Astros releases the lock as the ref checks his own finger out. A series of stomps to Mikey Massacre’s back stall the resistance, then Astros picks him
back up again. He positions himself behind Massacre, entangles Mikey’s own arms around him, and executes a textbook perfect Aztecan Suplex! Stone recovers
and is a little late on the dive in for the pin.

One…

Two…

Thr-kickout!

Astros releases the bridge and walks over to the chair, picking it up. He returns to the middle of the ring and drops it. Mikey is standing, but bent over,
perfect for…

THE ASTROLABE ON THE CHAIR!

A loud OHH! rings out from the crowd. Astros tries another pin.

One…

Two…

Three-no, no, no! Kickout!

Astros questions Alan Stone’s count consistency. After being reassured, Astros has Mikey up again. Mikey Massacre is now bleeding from his forehead. Big
right hand makes Massacre waver back. Astros punches again, and Massacre almost falls. Another punch… is caught! Massacre spins Astros back into the
katahajime… MANNYPLEX ON THE CHAIR!

CROWD: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

COVER!

ONE…

TWO…

THREE… NO, WAIT! SHOULDER UP!

COREY TAYLOR: HOW WAS ASTROS ABLE TO FIND THE STRENGTH?

Both men are down. Mikey slowly rises, backs into the corner, and props himself up, feet on the middle ropes, sitting on the top turnbuckle. He catches
his breath as a near-walking-dead Astros finds it in himself to stand. Astros staggers over and throws weak punches at Massacre, who socks his opponent
between the eyes to stop him. Massacre hooks in a front face lock and attempts a swinging DDT. They spin… and Mikey finds himself back in the corner.
This time, Astros lands a jaw-rocking punch and grabs Massacre in a front face lock of his own, dragging Mikey out with his feet still in the ropes…
CONCUSSION CANNON! COVER!

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!

NO! FOOT ON THE ROPES!

Donovan Astros curses aloud as those in attendance rally behind him. He rolls Massacre over face-down, going for the Martyr’s Cross! The crowd cheers,
but the joy is short-lived as Massacre, even in his weakened state, is easily able to reach the ropes with his foot. Astros, his anger becoming his fuel,
decides to ascend the top turnbuckle. The injuries have taken it’s toll, and Donovan Astros is slow to climb, stopping part of the way up to catch his
breath, his head propped against the buckle pad. Mikey takes this moment to set the chair up in the sitting position a short distance away. When Astros
reaches the top, Massacre runs up the corner and grabs Astros…

THE SELLOUT ON THE OPEN CHAIR!

ROB AND COREY, SIMULTANEOUSLY: MOTHER OF GOOOOODD!

The chair is demolished, but it still looks better than the two warriors in the ring. Both are down as Alan Stone begins the count.

One, two, three… Mikey rolls over and begins to crawl… four, five, six… almost there… seven, eight, nine… cover by Massacre!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

NO! SHOULDER UUUUUUUPPP!!!

ROB MARTINEZ: Now even I am surprised! Donovan Astros showing tremendous resiliency here tonight!

A huge pop from the crowd, and the Astros chants start again. Massacre is to his feet and pissed. He grabs the busted chair and begins to slam it down
and stomp on it. What is seen as a temper tantrum is really Mikey attempting to flatten out the chair. When it has been returned to as close to original
folded form as possible, he climbs to the top turnbuckle with it. He stops at the top, gives the booing crowd the finger, and smacks his head a few times
with the chair.

He launches off… THE MASSACRE!

ASTROS MOVES AT THE LAST SECOND!

Mikey crashes in a heap, screaming in pain. Slowly, both reach their feet, and Astros charges. Clothesline ducked, and Mikey attempts another dropkick
when Astros turns around.

Astros catches Mikey’s feet, holding him in a slingshot position…

Massacre is hoisted…

SLINGSHOT EFFECT ON THE CHAIR!

COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

The crowd explodes! The bell rings as both men lay lifeless on the mat.

COREY TAYLOR: NO! NONONONONONONONO!!!

ROB MARTINEZ: ASTROS DID IT! DONOVAN ASTROS HAS DEFEATED MIKEY MASSACRE!

JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner… DONOVAN ASTROS!

Alan Stone checks on the winner as the FTC quickly reach ringside, grabbing their fallen leader and helping him to the back. After a few minutes, Donovan
Astros reaches his feet, doing his best to hold himself up. When he hears what the crowd has to say, he finds the strength to stand a little taller.

CROWD: ASTROS, ASTROS, ASTROS, ASTROS!

ROB MARTINEZ: After a match… no, a war like that, it’s hard for this crowd to shun Donovan Astros any longer.

COREY TAYLOR: *scoffs* What do they know?

Astros smirks and looks over the crowd, not entirely sure what to do with such a positive reaction. But how could the fans not cheer the man who finally
shut Mikey Massacre up? Finally, Astros rolls out of the ring, gingerly, Audioslave’s “Cochise” leading him out..

Lights down.

——————————————————————————–

CREDITS:
Bean wrote both tag matches
Allan wrote Ravager/Hostile
Ro did th’ Rumble
and thanks to Chris for knocking Astros/Mikey outta th’ park