Sands and Slams 05/06/2008

05/06/2008
The broadcast begins with a live crowd chanting REBEL at the tippy top of their lungs. The Grady Cole Center in Charlotte has sold more than three hundred
tickets to watch the closed circuit broadcast. The REBEL Arena has sold nearly five hundred tickets and various strip clubs on the east coast are showing
the event as well. The live crowd is at an estimated seven hundred to a thousand, each bringing their own beer and beach chairs. The sky has very few clouds,
and the sun is trying to set of the land. The ocean is becoming dark, and Rob Martinez, dressed in a beach shirt and cargo pants enters the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: Virginia Beach… WELCOME TO THE REVITALIZATION OF HARDCORE! Fans watching on closed circuit television, WELCOME TO THE REBIRTH OF EXTREME!
Wrestling fans, this isn’t your daddies wrestling and this isn’t mother approved. Unless your TONY’S MOM! Tonight, we visit the state of Virginia for the
very first time.

The crowd goes wild, beach balls flying through the air.

ROB MARTINEZ: Tonight, bikini tops might come off, and you might get more blood than your bargained for. Tonight we have a fatal four way match AND tag
team three way dance. We have THREE TITLES ON THE LINE! And a Cup!

The crowd starts chanting WE WANT GLASS, WE WANT GLASS!

ROB MARTINEZ: IF IT’S GLASS YOU WANT, YOU SHALL RECEIVE! Manny versus Massacre.. TAIPEI DEATHMATCH!

The crowd explodes and a small “MASSACRE IS GOD” chant starts up.

ROB MARTINEZ: Derrick Steele tries to add to his ten grand win last month adding a golden ticket to a future title match, but first he must beat the rejuvenated
Kyle Roberts!

Big pop for Roberts.

ROB MARTINEZ: The tag team titles on the line tonight as the Black Underground Railroad try to make the FIRST successful defense of those titles in several
months, but must defeat the formidable Nation of Innovation. And the main event will see rising star Nick Everhardt try to stop the Human Freight Train,
Jake Phoenix!

JAKE IS GONNA MURDER YOU is heard from around half the crowd.

ROB MARTINEZ: He have plenty of Sand around and by the end of the night, you’ll see plenty of SLAMS!

Jake is gonna murder him? Ye of little faith it seems.

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

Prince W. Darko explodes through the curtains in a brown suit and has a ref tagging along with him. Darko holds a glass fish bowl, that’s filled with paper,
he holds it tightly close to him while he struts down the aisle past the confused fans–fans who are too confused to normally jeer.

ROB MARTINEZ: Why is he here? What is this?

Darko makes it to the ring and signals for a microphone, one he receives quickly.

“Look, I’m going to make this shit simple and easy for you dumb fucker do comprehend. I’m Prince W. Darko and I ain’t Zamunda Drivered someone in over a
month; I’m going through a god damn withdrawal. I’m out here to make someone one famous.

“In this bowl right here (raises bowl up), I have the whole REBEL roster in stock, even past alumni. Someone is getting dropped on their skull tonight.
I dip my hand in here, come out with a name. Read it. Dude’ll come out here, shake my hand, I Zamunda Driver buddy. One. Two. Three. I go home, he’ll go
home, end of story. Simple.

Now, with no further ado.”

Darko lifts his right sleeve up, up high, up to his elbow. He looks away and dips the arm in, he moves around the bowl, making sure to mix it up while he
looks. Darko pulls out.

‘Big Bad’ Brian Bruno! That piece of shit isn’t even around anymore.”

Darko discards the piece of paper into the crowd, before jumping back in the bowl. He returns.

“Bill Price.”

“Bill Price? Who the fuck?”

“Dreamweaver” blasts through the arena and the crowd cheers for native. He storms out of the curtains, he stands in front of the curtains and looks down
at Prince Darko.

Prince Darko: The fuck are you doing looking at me like that mother fucker? What? You’re waiting for something? Oh, I know what it is, you want me to introduce
you. Okay, fine.

Everyone, look at this piece of shit, he’s the man I will be dropping on his head momentarily, BILL (BLEEP)’ PRICE! This man weighs about–about, who gives
a fuck. I refuse to continue this impromptu introduction — Bill you ain’t worth it. (Darko shakes his right hand.) You look like you’re about fifty years
old, it’s time to hang up the boots and try to file for the social security. I’m so serious, you’re the first fuckin’ senior resident in REBEL, how does
that make you feel?

Dude, you look like you’re ready to snap a hip walking down the ramp all stiff like that. You bran-muffin’-eatin’-Prune-Juice-drinkin’-Scott Baio-is-forty-five-lookin’
mother fucker.

My main concerns out here as a wrestler is staying in top shape, being on top of my game at all times. Your main concerns are keeping your fuckin’ fiber
game strong and makin’ sure your Wellbutrin game is most well.

I don’t even feel right trying to wrestle you man, but I’ll do it, just because of the ZD Withdrawal, I refuse to go another week without droppin’ a dumb
punk on his head.

Bill makes it to the ring apron.

Prince Darko: Look at this fucker, this mother fucker is struggling to get his leg over the rope, look at this shit, look at it! This man is takin’ precious
steps, he refuses to slip up; he can’t afford a hip replacement, this piece of shit over here.

Bill Price has made it in the ring, he stands directly in front of Darko, staring large holes into Darko. Darko notices the shirt on Bill.

Prince Darko: That’s a nice fuckin’ shirt right there. “You Can’t Beat Me.” (Bill turns around, showing the “In Your Dreams” part of the shirt.) Oh, will
you look at that, ain’t that shit cute? You know I got a similar moto, “You can’t whoop me.” You ever heard of that shit?

Bill seems too focused to even answer.

Prince Darko: Look, I understand, you don’t want to talk back, that’s alright, try and conserve all the mother (BLEEP)’ strength you have in you to recover
from the Zamunda Driver. Believe you in me, that shit won’t be of any use to you. I don’t care how much fuckin’ All Bran you eat and if you drink gallons
of Pune Juice and take Metamucil Fiber Once a Day tablets every fuckin’ morning, you won’t be able to recover from this god damn Zamunda Driver I got waiting
for your stupid ass. You’ll need about twelve rice cakes, nineteen Zamunda Raisin Bran Muffins and sixteen mother fuckin’ Sensu beans to recover from the
Zamunda Driver I got in stock for your dumb ass. This ain’t a normal Zamunda Driver, nope, not at all. This the Anti-Plagiarize edition. Have your will
on deck on mother fucker.

You come out here in this “Can’t Beat me shirt,” looking like a complete fuck, making a mockery of my fuckin’ moto, the very same moto I’ve crafted since
a fuckin’ youth growing in Zamunda. This shit is personal, pal. I didn’t even know you up until a few minutes ago, and I have the greatest sense of hate
towards you and what you stand for—I can’t even talk anymore — ring the god damn bell.

DING DING DING!

Darko swings the microphone, Bill is able to evade the microphone, Darko spins around and gets a boot to his mid section…Jumping Cradle Piledriver.

ONE

TWO

THREE!

Darko loses this one faster than it even started. The crowd begins to laugh at him. Bill stands on the second ropes, receiving nothing but love from the
crowd while Darko is left center ring in his suit, asleep.

ROB MARTINEZ: Darko’s gonna be one unhappy camper when he wakes. That makes the third straight loss in less than a months time.

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Jenny Jersey steps into the ring in her breezy sun dress and sandals, obviously enjoying the lovely weather. She spins around and her dress flares up a
little, and the crowd loudly applauds her. Then, the sultry sounds of Paula Rubino pour from the speakers like buttery caramel, and all eyes turn to the
curtains.

JENNY JERSEY: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Making his way to the ring first, weighing in tonight at two hundred and forty-five pounds.
From Villahermosa, Mexico, and accompanied tonight by Montaña Rose…EL REY DE CORIZONES!

The men, they applaud. The children, they cheer. The women, they swoon and throw unmentionables. Yes, folks, everyone LOVES El Rey de Corizones, and he
loves them too. El Rey starts giving out roses to the ladies that flock to the barricades, and even goes so far as to kiss one of their outstretched hands.
That El Rey is a smoothie all right. Even your beloved narrator has a crush on him. No, wait, what? IGNORE THAT!

ROB MARTINEZ: And as El Rey de Corizones makes his way to ringside, I’m joined by my new commentating partner, Murcielago! Good to see you, Murc.

Rob’s sitting at the table in a red beach shirt and some cargo shorts, with a little zinc on his nose. And Murcielago sits down at the table, looking like
he wants to start something in his Michael Vick Virginia Tech jersey and jean shorts. Murcielago slaps on a headset, frowning at Martinez.

MURCIELAGO: Shut up, Rob.

ROB MARTINEZ: Okay, awesome. So, you’ve been out of the spotlight for a few weeks now. What have you been up to?

MURCIELAGO: It’s none of your fucking business where I been, Martinez. Now if you don’t shut up I’m going to have to cram a coconut in your craw, you dig
me?

ROB MARTINEZ: …this is working out well.

Suddenly, the Latin rhythms are replaced by angry nu-metal courtesy of Godsmack, and instantly the crowd’s mood changes from happy to hostile.

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

Castle doesn’t pay any attention to the crowd, he just jogs right to the ring and climbs in. He meets El Rey in the center of the ring, and El Rey just
smiles at him…and extends his hand for a handshake. The crowd is screaming at him to take his hand back, and Castle looks at him like he just grew an
extra head. An extra head that insulted his mother. He slaps the hand away, then charges him with a clothesline! El Rey ducks quickly, though, and Castle
bounces up against the ropes. He turns around, only to meet an El Rey chop. Then another, and another–NO. El Rey just gets two chops off, as the third
is blocked and The Devastator nails him with a nasty headbutt. Jenny Jersey ducks under the ropes, the bell finally rings and the match is on!

ROB MARTINEZ: I admire El Rey’s heart, but Kurt Castle isn’t the sort of man that would shake hands before a match. He’s lucky Castle didn’t connect with
that clothesline.

MURCIELAGO: Nah, man, would have served him right. You don’t shake The Devastator’s hand, man. This is a REBEL-Pro wrestling match, damnit, not a Scrabble
tournament.

Kurt Castle stomps El Rey once while he’s down, but the masked marvel rolls quickly out of the way before a second boot could hit his back, and he’s up
and ready for Castle, who takes two powerful steps towards his opponent. He grapples with El Rey, but he slips out of his grip, and gets around behind
him for a swinging neckbreaker! Castle’s down, and El Rey climbs to the top rope, blowing a kiss to Montaña Rose. That was a mistake, though, as Castle’s
back on his feet and over in the corner, grabbing El Rey by the ankle! El Rey shakes out of his grip, though, and then grabs Castle’s arm! He’s going for
an Old School–NOOOO! With one violent heave, Castle pulls El Rey off the top rope and the two men collapse in a pile in the middle of the ring!

Castle shoves El Rey off, and hauls his opponent to his feet. He wraps his arms around El Rey’s ribs, and SQUEEEEEZES as he shakes him back and forth like
a rag doll. El Rey pummels Castle’s face and shoulders, and Castle finally takes enough damage that he decides it’s time to jettison his cargo. He throws
El Rey in a belly-to-belly suplex, but El Rey lands on his feet! Quickly, he runs to the ropes, rebounds off, and nails Castle in the face with a flying
knee as he’s getting to his feet! Castle’s back on the ground, face-down, and El Rey tries to lock in a submission move. He’s going for the Truth Serum,
trying to give Kurt Castle a taste of his own medicine! He tries to get it locked in, but Castle gets to his feet and falls backwards, dropping El Rey
to the ground with an Electric Chair drop.

MURCIELAGO: That was just a dumb move, pure and simple. El Rey tryin’ to show he’s got cojones, but you don’t just throw a man’s finisher in his face this
early in the game, especially not that move.

El Rey’s grabbing his back, having wrenched it a little in the fall, but he tries to shake it off, jogging around the ring and waving to the crowd. Castle’s
getting a little pissed that El Rey is ignoring him, and goes to grab him, but El Rey scampers away again, rushing to the ropes and rebounding quickly.
He charges at Castle, who lifts him up for a spinebuster! Reversed into a Hurricanrana! Some amazing athletic work by El Rey, taking his opponent down
from what could have been a match-ending move. Castle’s back quickly, but El Rey’s not letting up. He comes up to Castle and chops him again, Castle chops
back, El Rey again, Castle again. Finally, El Rey with a shortarm knee to the gut, oh my god, it looks like he’s going for Tango Passion del Amor! He hooks
both of Castle’s arms behind his back, and heaves! But Castle doesn’t move! HE JUST STANDS RIGHT UP! El Rey is in a precarious position, and Castle brings
him right down, his head slamming on the mat at an awkward angle. Castle crawls over his opponent, and locks in Truth Serum! El Rey’s trying to reach the
ropes, gritting his teeth, but he’s in no shape to hold out very long given the amount of damage his back has taken! He reaches, reaches, reaches…and then
taps out! The bell rings, and “The Devastator” gives one final, violent wrench before he lets El Rey go.

JENNY JERSEY: And here is your winner, KURT CASTLE!

Castle kicks El Rey in the back one final time before he leaps out of the ring; he makes a move like he’s going to go for Montaña Rose, but decides he’d
rather spit on her instead. He walks back to the curtain, a sneer on his face, as El Rey climbs out to check on his consort.

ROB MARTINEZ: A class act, that Kurt Castle.

MURCIELAGO: The guy knows how to handle a bitch, is all. Both inside and outside the ring, if you know what I’m saying.

ROB MARTINEZ: Sadly, I’m afraid I do.

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BONG… BONG…

AC/DC’s “Hells Bells” plays and the fans stand up from their lawn chairs to cheer for the heavenly tag team. Those who have been standing all along, because
they forgot their lawn chairs or were unable to steal someone else’s, cheer as well. The only immortal members of the REBEL roster come through the curtain
from the tented backstage area to a solid ovation.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, at a combined weight of five hundred, fifty pounds… NATURAL DESTRUCTION!

And the first of their opponents…

“Believe” by The Bravery starts up as “The Richest SOB On The Planet” Eric Thompson and his tag team partner, “The Motivator” Bryan J. Williams emerge from
behind the curtain.

JENNY JERSEY: At a combined weight of four-hundred-seventy-nine pounds, Eric Thompson and Bryan Williams….. THE DARK MARKET!

The two men walk down the aisle as the crowd boo and jeer them. A lawn chair is thrown at them and barely misses Williams’ head. They stride into the ring
confidently, as if they owned the place… because if they wanted to, they could.

JENNY JERSEY: And their opponents, coming to the ring first, from Hollywood, Florida, weighing in at two-hundred-thirty-five pounds… THOMAS YOUNG!

“Screams of the Undead” plays and the boos for Dark Market turn to cheers for the REBEL veteran. He walks halfway down the aisle then waits for his tag
team partner.

“All That Remains” by Six cues up and the cheering continues as Young’s brother, Jeff James, comes out from behind the curtain and walks towards his brother,
enjoying the warm embrace from the crowd. They finish their walk to the ring together.

The bell rings and Jeff James doesn’t even get introduced as the men start brawling inside it.

ROB MARTINEZ: Forget about tag formalities! All six men are in the ring! All three teams want a title shot!

MURCIELAGO: Gold, gold. Everyone wants gold in this business.

The Fire God ties up with Thomas Young. The Lord of Thunder ties up with Bryan Williams. Jeff James ties up with Eric Thompson. The Fire God uses his size
to gain an advantage on Young and puts him in a headlock. He wrenches it but Young is able to back them into the ropes. Fire God pushes Young across the
ring, he bounces off of the ropes. Fire God with a Big Boot but Young ducks under it! He dropkicks the knee of the Fire God but the big man stays on his
feet. Young goes for another dropkick but the Fire God moves out of the way and Young lands to the ground. Fire God picks up Young by his head and pulls
him up but Young breaks his grip. He fires rights at Fire God but it has little effect. Fire God with a big headbutt to Young that has him staggering!
ROB MARTINEZ: The Fire God is truly a dominating presence in the ring.

MURCIELAGO: Yeah, great, a mother fucker who thinks he is so bad ass he is a fuckin’ God. How ‘bout no?

Meanwhile, Williams is trying to get the big Thunder Lord up for an Olympic Slam but he is unable to! Thunder Lord elbows out of Williams’ grip and spins
behind him. The Lord grabs The Motivator for an inverted DDT but he is able to flip backwards!

ROB MARTINEZ: A little cocky trying to get the Thunder Lord up for an Olympic Slam this early in the bout.

Now Williams is behind the Lord. He hooks a Russian leg-sweep and executes it! He is now delivering stomps to the Lord, focusing on his knees.

ROB MARTINEZ: Sound strategy there. Always want to take out a bigger opponent’s knees. These fans are booing, though! They are really behind Natural Destruction!
MURCIELAGO: Fans are garbage. They’ve never known real talent.

Thompson and James were mat wrestling but when Thompson paused for a moment to mock James, James was able to capitalize with a small package. One. Two–kickout!
What sweet revenge it would have been if James had been able to eliminate the Dark Market barely a minute into the match! Both men are to their feet and
lockup. James with a waistlock to Thompson but Thompson kicks his leg back right into the groin of James! Thompson spins around… Northern Lights Suplex!
A bridge! One! Two! Kickout!

ROB MARTINEZ: Both James and Thompson trying to eliminate one of the teams early on. They both know how much easier it is to focus on one team rather than
have to worry about two.

MURCIELAGO: What they need to do is grab a damn metal baseball bat and take care of business. That’s the real way to eliminate a team and even up the odds.
Meanwhile, The Fire God clotheslines Young over the top-rope so he can assist his partner who is still on the receiving end of stomps, elbow drops and leg
drops from Williams. Fire God off of the ropes and clotheslines him from behind sending him to the mat! The Lord slowly stands, his knees having been weakened
by Williams. The God pulls up Williams and delivers forearms to his back. Now both members of Natural Destruction pick up Williams… Elevated Double DDT!
The God makes a cover! One! Two! Kickout!

ROB MARTINEZ: It has to be tough to kick out of a move like that, especially when it comes from two powerful men like Natural Destruction!

MURCIELAGO: Size ain’t shit! It’s about survival of the fittest, not survival of the biggest.

Williams manages to roll out of the ring to regain his composure. Meanwhile, James has an arm ringer applied to Thompson.

ROB MARTINEZ: See the look in James’ eyes? He wants to make Thompson pay for that cheap attack last month!

MURCIELAGO: Don’t blame the guy. He was jumped backstage. That was some cheap shit.

He is cinching it but Thompson rolls through and applies one of his own! But here comes Young! He climbed the turnbuckle from the outside and is going for
a flying clothesline to Thompson! But Thompson lets go just in time applies a Crossface to Young as he flies through the air! Young lands and Thompson
is locking in the Crossface!

ROB MARTINEZ: What a REVERSAL! For the past month we’ve seen some great action between Thomas Young and this up-and-coming tag team in the Dark Market.
No love lost there.

MURCIELAGO: Nor should there be. This is FUCKING war.

James goes to break it up but is met by a vicious shoulder block by the Thunder Lord! Natural Destruction pick him up… they are going for their aided
power-bomb finisher… the Down To Earth!

ROB MARTINEZ: This looks like the end for Young and James!

MURCIELAGO: This is professional wrestling. It looks like the end at least five or six times before it actually is.

The God picks him up for the bomb while the Lord grabs his shoulders. But James is fighting! He is delivering rights to the face of the Fire God. He elbows
the Thunder Lord away! He gets out of the head scissors position and locks the God’s head! He tries for a DDT but the Fire God grabs him around the waist
and delivers a huge belly to belly suplex!

ROB MARTINEZ: What a series of reversals! I thought for sure that was the end for James, then I thought he was going to reverse and DDT the big man, but
the Fire God pulled the belly-to-belly out of thin air! There was no way James was going to let Natural Destruction take away his chance to get at the
Dark Market!

Thompson still has the Crossface applied to Young but Young is resisting the referee’s questioning. Young is using his arms to push himself up. And Thompson
is forced to release the hold! Williams gets back into the ring, having recovered from the Double Elevated DDT. The members of Dark Market pick up Young.
Double vertical suplex!

ROB MARTINEZ: Natural Destruction and the Dark Market have been functioning very well as tag teams tonight. Young and James haven’t had their chance yet.
Thompson covers! One! Two! Kickout! Meanwhile, James is trying to get to his feet as Natural Destruction stomp away at him. He somehow manages to get up
but The Thunder Lord grabs him by the throat for a choke slam. But James elbows his way out of it! He gets away from the Lord but now the Fire God has
him by the throat! HE delivers the choke slam! And a cover! One! Two! Kickout by James!

ROB MARTINEZ: James is being pretty resilient against Natural Destruction, despite a little ring rust. They are smartly going after him as he is the smallest
competitor in the ring and they can use their great size advantage.

MURCIELAGO: What James needs to do is get outside of the ring and get something to help his chances. I don’t know why he thinks he can go toe-to-toe with
those two without any reinforcements.

The Dark Market pulls Young up. They whip him against the ropes. They go for duel clotheslines but Young ducks both of them, off of the other ropes and
double clotheslines both members of the team to the ground! Meanwhile, Natural Destruction is trying to get James up for the Down to Earth AGAIN!

ROB MARTINEZ: But here comes Young!

He dropkicks the Fire God in the back of the knee and James falls on top of him! One! Two! The Lord of Thunder pulls James off of him and puts him in a
standing headscissors. He’s going for a power-bomb, un-aided! He hoists him up… but James reverses into a hurricanrana! The Fire God is standing slowly
but Young is waiting for him. He knees Fire God in the abdomen, takes his head and slingshots it into the rope! Fire God bounces off… right into a Jumping
Superkick from James, sending him to the ground!

ROB MARTINEZ: Now we get to see the team of Young and James working together! It was well worth the wait! I believe they call that awesome move “The Last
Call!” And it’s easy to see why, if it was anyone else but the Fire God I don’t think he would answer the ten count!

MURCIELAGO: I’d get up from that garbage.

The Thunder Lord is getting back to his feet… but Young meets him with a Shining Wizard! James and Young clasp hands and drop two elbows on the Thunder
Lord. But the Fire God is back up quickly from the Superkick! He bounces off of the ropes and gives a Big Boot to Young! He goes to clothesline James but
James is too quick! He ducks underneath. He hits the Fire God with his Crash Landing! A leg sweep into a standing moonsault knee drop!

ROB MARTINEZ: What a maneuver!

MURCIELAGO: If you ask me, that type of wrestling is all show.

Now James is going up top! This could be his amazing Shooting Star Press leg drop he sometimes uses as his finisher! But as he is climbing up, the Dark
Market follow him! James is trying to fight off both men but he can’t! They go up top with him! Williams grabs his head! Death Drop from the top-rope!
ROB MARTINEZ: Oh… my… GOD!

MURCIELAGO: That’s my kind of move. Put their head to the ground as quick and hard as possible.

Thompson is still up top! He turns around. Moonsault onto James! A cover! One! Two! Thr–NO! NO! Young runs over and prevents elimination with a kick! Now
Young and Williams are exchanging blows!

ROB MARTINEZ: You can smell the animosity between those two!

MURCIELAGO: Relax.

The Thunder Lord is going to try to capitalize on the fallen James! He makes a cover! One! Two! Thr–NO! NO! James kicked out! The Thunder Lord looks angry!
He calls over to his heavenly brother who gets up. The Lord and the God with vicious stomps on the fallen James! Meanwhile, Thompson, who has been recovering
from his Moonsault, slowly rises to his feet. He sees Young and Williams exchanging right hands in the middle of the ring. He crawls to the outside. Natural
Destruction pick up James. The Fire God hoists James up on his shoulders! The Thunder Lord is climbing the turnbuckle!

ROB MARTINEZ: Was the Thunder Lord inspired by Thompson’s Moonsault?

Thompson pulls a table from underneath the ring. He slides it in to the ring and begins setting it up. Meanwhile, Young has gained the upperhand from Williams.
A knee to the gut… double underhook backbreaker! Now he’s trying to apply his Anaconda Vice finisher!

ROB MARTINEZ: He has it locked in! Will Williams tap out?

But Thompson returns with a kick to break it up! Just in time! He picks Young up by his hair and is delivering forearms to his back. Looks like he is trying
to set him up for

his Cash Out through the table! But NO! Natural Destruction are going to beat Thompson to it! They are going to give James a Doomsday
Device through the table!

ROB MARTINEZ: This could BREAK James!

No! NO! James reverses and delivers a VICIOUS Tornado DDT to the Fire God! And the Thunder Lord CRASHES through the table because there was no one THERE!
James covers the Fire God! One–NO! NO! He gets a shoulder up! Not even a ONE count! Thompson abandons Young to cover the Thunder Lord! One–NO! NO! He
gets a shoulder up! ALSO before the ONE count!

ROB MARTINEZ: UNBELIEVABLE! Both James and Thompson look SHOCKED that both members of Natural Destruction got their shoulders up before the ONE COUNT!

MURCIELAGO: Pretty bad ass.

The Fire God runs towards Williams who is standing up, still holding his back, recovering from Young’s back breaker and the Vice… he turns around and Fire
God hits him with the Rage of Fire! He spins around one-hundred and eighty degrees before hitting the mat!

ROB MARTINEZ: The most DEVASTATING clothesline in ALL of REBEL!

MURCIELAGO: Thompson better get over there or they’re going home without a title shot.

A cover! One! Thompson runs over to break it up! Two! But Young catches Thompson with a flapjack! Three! The Dark Market is eliminated!

ROB MARTINEZ: We are down to two teams!

Just as the ref hits the mat for the third time, James is approaching the Thunder Lord who is using the ropes to pull himself up. He rolls him up from behind!
And places both legs on a rope for leverage! Young crawls over, grabs one of the Lord’s legs and holds it in place while also both of his legs for leverage!
One! The Lord is struggling to kick out but can’t! The ref doesn’t see the legs! Fire God runs over! Two! Fire God with a ki-but it’s too late! Three!
Natural Destruction is eliminated! Thomas Young and Jeff James have pulled out a victory!

ROB MARTINEZ: I am not sure that is how the match should have ended.

MURCIELAGO: This is REBEL Pro, dude. You eke out a win any way you can. Young pulled that shit on me a bunch of times back in the day, you don’t see me
crying about it.

ROB MARTINEZ: And with that sneaky ending, Young and James have earned themselves a title shot! The question remains, though, who will they face? Will it
be the Nation of Innovation? Or will it be the reigning champions, the Black Underground Railroad? We’ll find out later tonight!

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JENNY JERSEY: The following contest is for the NUMBER ONE CONTENDERS CUP!

“You Think I Ain’t Worth a Dollar, But I Feel Like a Millionaire” begins to play and out walks the winner of last months ten thousand dollar, Bunkhouse
Stampede. Derrick Steele slaps hands with the fans who give him a modest ovation. He looks at the ring nervously, this being his first singles match in
TEN YEARS!

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, from Reno, Nevada. He weighed in at two hundred twenty one pounds, DIAMOND DERRICK STEELE!

I AM THE MAN!

If there was a roof, it’d be blown off right now. Kyle Roberts the most popular wrestler in REBEL, (unless you ask a Chad Kurtis fan) and he walks slowly
to the ring, taking in the beach weather. He has in his possession a home made Contenders Trophy made entirely out of Lego’s.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent, the current Number One Contenders Cup Holder, he weighed in at two hundred fifty seven pounds, from Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan:
STYLIN’ KYLE ROBERTS!

Dale MacDonald calls for the bell and Steele and Roberts lock up. Roberts locks on a headlock, Steele tries to push out of it, but Roberts holds on, and
takes him to the mat. Steele rolls Roberts onto his back for a pin, but only gets a one count, and Roberts keeps the headlock applied. Steele pushes to
his feet, and tries again to push out of the headlock, this time succeeding, sending Kyle into the ropes. Roberts comes back with a shoulder tackle…
Steele sidesteps, Roberts hits the other ropes, and bounces back into standing drop kick! Roberts goes down, Steele goes for a cover!

One.. only a one count.

Roberts is to his feet, eyeing Steele warily. Steele nods at him, then they go for a lockup. Roberts nails a European uppercut, then scores a double leg
takedown, trying to lock on the Beartamer early, but Steele is able to fight out of it. Steele is quick to his feet, and dodges a clothesline, and connects
with a series of stiff backhand chops. Kyle is backed into a corner, and referee MacDonald makes sure that there is no funny business. Steele allows Roberts
out of the corner. Roberts takes his time, rethinking his strategies.

The two men lock up again, with Steele scoring an arm drag. Roberts hits the mat, Steele drops an elbow, and covers, but only gets a two count. Roberts
tries to get back up, but Steele gets an Oklahoma roll for a two count. Roberts tries one more time to get back up, but gets a school boy roll up for two.
Steele goes for a bridge pin, but Roberts powers out of it, then turns it into a back slide, but he only gets a two count out of it. Steele is quick to
his feet, but so is Roberts, who gets a boot to the gut, then hits the ropes and comes back with a Polar- izer! Steele is down, and Roberts goes for a
Lionsault! he nails it! One.. two.. Steele gets a shoulder up at the last second!

Roberts looks surprised, but he does not let up, hauling Steele up for a Moose Jaw Driver… Steele slips out of it, hooks Roberts up for a brain buster!
Roberts planted in the mat, Steele crawls over for a cover! One.. two.. Roberts gets a shoulder up at the last second! And now Steele looks surprised,
but he does not let up. He goes for the Steele Curtain, but Roberts keeps Steele from locking it on fully, and manages to get an elbow into the midsection,
breaking the hold. He lays into Steele with a series of forearms. Steele tries to fire back, but Roberts manages to slip in a stiff elbow to the jaw, followed
by a hard scoop slam!

He tries again for the Bear Tamer, but Steele catches Roberts with an inside cradle! One.. two.. Roberts kicks out… Steele greets Roberts with a HUGE
dropkick to the face, knocking the Stylin’ One down. Steele goes to the top rope… Roberts is back up… Steele tries a cross body off the top! … Kyle
rolls through into a pin… no, Bear-Tamer! Kyle looking to lock it in, he almost has it. Steele fighting, Roberts doing everything he can to turn Steele
over… Steele counters by rolling sideways!

Kyle cartwheels with it on his feet!

Steel with a toe-kick… then SNAP DDT!

Kyle is down, and Steele goes up to top rope! …

BLUE MOON! Steele nails his finisher on the dazed Kyle, and hooks the leg!

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!

JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner, and new holder of the Number One Contender’s Trophy: DIAMOND DERRICK STEELE!

Steele and Roberts shake hands after the match, but Roberts does not look entirely happy. Especially when Steele gets handed the new Number One Contender’s
Trophy by Rick Garrett.

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Jenny Jersey’s mic isn’t working at the moment and the introductions do not occur.

ROB MARTINEZ: Well, Jenny is having technical difficulties, one of the few negative things about working outside.

MURCIELAGO: Rob, you know these guys well enough. give your take on each guy as they make their way to the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: First off this match is a one fall to a finish, fatal four way. Winner gets a shot at the Carolinas Championship at the first REBEL Underground
event. The wrestlers involved are Cuzin Zeke, Mr. Hollywood, John X Core and Shane Scarr. Shane Scarr is a very green wrestler competing in his second
REBEL match. He brings staple guns with him, and he loves to use them to punish someone.

MURCIELAGO: And I’d kick his ass in about two minutes… and that’s giving him a minute forty five to try anything he wants.

ROB MARTINEZ: John X Core has recently dedicated himself to bulking up, in effort to improve his chances against the heavier roster members.

MURCIELAGO: I’ll admit that John looks ripped, but he couldn’t wrestle his way out of plastic bag, never mind a paper one.

ROB MARTINEZ: Cuzin Zeke is a two time World Tag team champion, and let’s go to the ring.. this match is ON!

Referee Alan Stone calls for the opening bell. The battle ensues as Cuzin Zeke and Mr. Hollywood begin exchanging rights. Scarr rushes at X Core but is
taken down with a drop toe hold. Core quickly floats over and grabs Scarr with a side headlock. Scarr is able to get back to his feet and shoves Core off
in to the ropes. Core comes back at Scarr and slides between his legs. He quickly gets back to his feet and hits Scarr with a dropkick sending him out
of the ring. Core rushes at the ropes and flies over top of them with a somersault plancha to the sand outside. Zeke gets Hollywood backed against the
ropes and whips him to the far side of the ring. Zeke ducks down for a back body drop, but Hollywood realizes and hits Zeke with a hard kick to the chest.
He nails Zeke with a vicious lariat as Zeke leans back up from the impact of the kick.

ROB MARTINEZ: Zeke and Mr. Hollywood are going toe to toe with each other tonight!

MURCIELAGO: One thing is for sure…Scarr is definitely is getting his ass kicked.

Core rolls Scarr back in to the ring and quickly follows him in. Core lifts Scarr back to his feet and puts his boot against Scarr’s face. He falls backwards
nailing Scarr with the Backwash. Scarr stumbles and turns around to be met with a big boot to the face by Mr. Hollywood. Hollywood grabs the staple guns
which were still tucked in to Scarr’s pockets. He begins smacking Scarr repetitively in the chest with them as he sits in a Thesz Press position on Scarr.
Zeke makes his way back to his feet and Core runs at him, leaping off of Hollywood’s back for a spinwheel kick but Zeke catches him. Zeke falls forward
with a form of a powerslam driving Core hard to the mat.

MURCIELAGO: What the hell was Core thinking?!

ROB MARTINEZ: I’m not sure. But Scarr appears to be in extreme pain as Mr. Hollywood has pierced Scarr’s chest repetitively with those staple guns!

MURCIELAGO: It’s his own fault. He brought the staple guns to the ring!

Hollywood picks Scarr up over his head and drops him face first on to the top turnbuckle. Scarr turns around and is met with a hard clothesline forcing
him back first in to the corner. Hollywood stomps at Scarr forcing him to a sitting position in the corner. Zeke picks up Core and is able to stop the
oncoming boot to the gut. Core flips up and drills Zeke with an enziguri forcing the big man to stumble back in to the ropes. Core hits Zeke with a dropkick
which nearly sends Zeke out of the ring. Core hits the far ropes for speed and comes right back at Zeke. He ducks under a clothesline attempt from Zeke
and jumps to the middle rope. He leaps back spinning around in mid-air and hits Zeke between the eyes with a forearm. Zeke falls to the mat and the crowd
begins to cheer for Core. He notices Hollywood backing off from Scarr who is still in the sitting position in the corner. Core runs at Hollywood, leapfrogs
over him and somersaults to hit Scarr with a dropkick to the face.

ROB MARTINEZ: Core with an amazing move!

MURCIELAGO: Scarr hasn’t even left the ring in this match.

ROB MARTINEZ: This match has some of the greatest elements in it. We have our brawlers, we have our high-flyer, and apparently we have our punching bag!
Hollywood grabs Core from behind as he gets up and spins him around. He boots Core in the gut and grabs him by the throat. Hollywood lifts Core in to the
air and brings him to the ropes. Core is able to grab Hollywood by the head and both men fall to the outside as Core pulls Hollywood down to the sand with
a DDT. Scarr slowly pulls himself back to his feet but is met with a big splash in the corner from Zeke. Zeke grabs Scarr as he falls out of the corner
and slams him back to the mat. Zeke climbs to the top rope and hits Scarr with a double stomp! Zeke makes the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

NO! CORE BREAKS THE PINFALL!

ROB MARTINEZ: Zeke almost had the win right there!

Zeke goes for a clothesline, but Core is able to duck it…and Core has the school boy roll-up!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

MURCIELAGO: Zeke needs to find a way to immobilize John X Core!

Both men quickly return to their feet as Mr. Hollywood slides back in to the ring. He picks up Scarr and tosses him through the middle rope to the outside.
All three men stare each other down for a second. They all begin to brawl and Core is knocked down to the mat. Hollywood and Zeke continue to throw wild
punches at each other. Zeke has Hollywood stumbling back and he quickly grabs Hollywood by the arm…COBRA CLUTCH! Hollywood struggles through the pain
as Core races up to the top rope. He dives off…and he connects with a missile dropkick on Zeke!

Core flies past Zeke hitting the far ropes…chop block to the back of Zeke’s knee! Zeke falls hard to the mat as Core gets back to his feet. Hollywood
with a vicious big boot out of no where on Core, and he quickly falls on top of Core for the cover, hooking the leg!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

ROB MARTINEZ: Mr. Hollywood almost had it there! He has definitely shown that he belongs here in REBEL!

Zeke gets to his feet and rushes at Hollywood with a hard clothesline, knocking him back to the mat. He picks up Core and drops him with a scoop slam on
top of Hollywood. He continues with a leg drop across Core’s chest. Zeke stands back up and grabs Hollywood with a double choke grip by the throat, lifting
him back to his feet. He throws Hollywood hard, back first in to the corner! Zeke lifts Core back up and uses him like a lawn dark to deliver a shoulder
thrust to Hollywood’s gut!

MURCIELAGO: Zeke is starting to show dominance here, Rob!

ROB MARTINEZ: Scarr is getting back to his feet dazed, and it looks like he’s found one of those staple guns he brought to the ring!

Scarr stumbles towards Zeke and swings the staple gun, buy Zeke catches him by the wrist before he can make contact. Zeke forcefully thrusts Scarr’s own
arm towards him head, smacking Scarr right in the face with the staple gun! Scarr screams in pain and Zeke quickly locks Scarr’s arm behind his back. He
picks Scarr up and scoop slams him back to the mat on top of the staple gun!

ROB MARTINEZ: Shane Scarr is squealing in pain as he gets slammed right on top of that staple gun!

MURCIELAGO: Shane Scarr is the only one in this match who has yet to have any sort of offense! He also has been the one to take the grunt of the punishment!
Zeke pulls Core back to his feet and grabs him with a front face lock. He lifts Core in to the air and positions him legs on the top rope. He uses his other
arm to pull Hollywood out of the corner. Zeke falls backwards hitting Hollywood with a reverse STO while hitting Core with an elevated DDT! Zeke covers
Hollywood!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

ROB MARTINEZ: I’m not sure how, but Hollywood kicked out!

MURCIELAGO: Zeke hit a great move there, but he just couldn’t keep

Hollywood down for the three count!

Zeke drops the knee on to Hollywood’s jaw and quickly gets back to his feet. He lifts Core up, but Core hits him with a headbutt to the gut. Zeke comes
back at Core with a hard right overhand and Core stumbles back…HEADSHOT! Core drills Zeke out of no where with the Superkick and Zeke falls to the mat.
Hollywood slowly gets back to his feet and Core springboards off the middle rope. Somersault in to the Halo neckbreaker! Core rises back to his feet and
leaps to the top turnbuckle….Fall Of Reach! But Hollywood rolls out of the way just in time! Hollywood gets back to his feet as Core is slow to pull
himself back up. Hollywood falls back to the ropes as Core is still leaned over…Director’s Cut…and Core barely moves out of the way of the scissor’s
kick! Core grabs Hollywood by the arms, and he connects with the Backwash sending Hollywood over the top rope and to the outside!

ROB MARTINEZ: Core would have had a great opportunity to end the match right here if Hollywood wouldn’t have tumbled to the outside after that Backwash!
MURCIELAGO: Well Core better watch out, Zeke has pulled himself back to his feet!

Scarr also is back to his feet, and he rushes at Core. Core moves out of the way and pushes him towards Zeke. Zeke catches Scarr and tosses him overhead
and out of the ring to the sand outside! Zeke runs at Core and hits him with a devastating knee lift that busts Core open! Zeke lifts Core back to his
feet and applies the cobra clutch!

ROB MARTINEZ: Zeke has the cobra clutch locked in! We could see a tap out here!

MURCIELAGO: Scarr or Hollywood need to hurry and get back in to the ring to break this hold!

Hollywood nears the apron and slowly pulls himself back to his feet, still trying to catch his breath. Core is struggling in the submission and is able
to make his way near the corner. He walks up the corner and leaps towards the outside of the ring hanging Zeke chest first on the top rope! Zeke stumbles
back leaned over, holding his chest. Hollywood quickly slides back in to the ring and rushes at Zeke…DIRECTOR’S CUT! He hurries with the cover as Core
is getting back to his feet on the outside!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

ROB MARTINEZ: Core was able to break up the cover just in the nick of time!

MURCIELAGO: Hollywood nailed Zeke with that Director’s Cut, which normally would end the match! Lucky for Zeke, Core was able to get back in to the ring
and break up the pinfall!

Scarr slides his bloodies body back in to the ring and makes his way towards the other three men. He pushes Hollywood, and Hollywood responds with a kick
to the gut as Zeke makes his way back to his feet. Hollywood hits the far ropes and connects with a Director’s Cut on Scarr! Scarr rolls over in pain on
to his back and Core quickly makes his way to the top rope. He leaps off and hits Scarr with the Fall Of Reach. Zeke begins to climb to the top rope as
it appears that all three men are working together for a moment. Hollywood grabs Scarr by the upper body as Core grabs Scarr by the legs. They lift Scarr
in to the air, holding him in to position. Zeke comes off the top with the Mudpuddle, crushing Scarr back in to the mat! Zeke and Hollywood pick up Scarr’s
lifeless corpse and toss him over the top rope to the outside. Core hits the far ropes and rushes at Hollywood and Zeke with full speed. Hollywood and
Zeke launch Core high in to the air allowing him to leap over the top rope with a swanton on Scarr!

MURCIELAGO: We’re going to have to call paramedics out here for Scarr if this continues!

ROB MARTINEZ: All three men worked together in perfect harmony to take Scarr out!

Hollywood and Zeke exchange rights with each other as Core lifts himself with the apron. He climbs on to the apron and leaps off the top rope for a diving
kick, but both Zeke and Hollywood step out of the way. Zeke and Hollywood both come at Core for a double lariat, but Zeke ducks under it! He retaliates
with a dropkick to Zeke’s knee knocking the big man down to the mat. Hollywood grabs Core and lifts him for a spinebuster, but Core is able to counter
it in to a tornado DDT! Core quickly makes the cover on Hollywood!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

ROB MARTINEZ: Core almost had it!

Scarr slowly pulls himself back to his feet using the ring apron. Core notices and hits Scarr with a baseball slide. Core continues to attack Scarr on the
outside as Zeke gets back to his feet. He pulls Hollywood back up and boots him in the gut. Zeke lifts Hollywood for a piledriver, but Hollywood struggles
and is able to bring his feet back to the mat. Hollywood back body drops Zeke over the top rope and to the outside! Hollywood drops to the mat and rolls
out of the ring to continue his attack.

Core picks Scarr back up and plants him face first in to the top of the ring steps. Zeke is able to block a right hand by Hollywood and returns with a big
boot. Core notices Zeke getting the upper hand, and he quickly climbs to the top of the steps. He leaps off at Zeke, but Zeke is able to catch him in mid-air
with a hard lariat. Scarr slumps over near the side of the steps and Zeke drills him with a running big boot, crushing his skull in to the steps! Zeke
picks Scarr up over head and tosses him towards the water. Hollywood makes his way back to his feet. Zeke turns around and is tackled to the ground by
Hollywood!

MURCIELAGO: Somebody better go get Scarr….he’s kind of close to that water, and we wouldn’t want him to drown!

ROB MARTINEZ: On a plus side for Scarr, I don’t think there’s much for weapons that anyone can use over by where he’s at!

Hollywood pounds away with hard fist to Zeke’s skull as Core gets back to his feet. Core makes his way toward the water near Scarr. He reaches in the water
as Scarr grabs a hold of Core to pull himself up. Scarr finally gets to his feet but is drilled hard in the skull by a large rock that Core has pulled
out of the water! Core grabs Scarr by the arm and starts dragging him back toward the ring as Zeke takes back the advantage nailing Hollywood with a headbutt
to the skull. Zeke pushes Hollywood off of him and leans on the apron to catch his breath. Hollywood gets back up as Zeke grabs his slop bucket. He nails
Hollywood in the skull with the slop bucket, dropping him back to the ground and busting him open!

MURCIELAGO: We have three out of our four members in this match bleeding!

ROB MARTINEZ: This has been a great match so far!

Core reaches the ring and lets go of Scarr’s arm. He waits for Zeke to turn toward him and quickly grabs him by the arms, nailing him with the Backwash,
busting him open! He picks Scarr up and rolls him back in to the ring. Core slides in behind him and picks him back up. He lifts Scarr on to his shoulders…BXB!
Core quickly climbs out to the apron and ascends to the top rope…FALL OF REACH! Core covers Scarr!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

ROB MARTINEZ: Hollywood made it back to his feet just in time and was able to pull Core back out of the ring before the three count!

MURCIELAGO: It’s a good thing he did, because it definitely would have been over!

Hollywood and Core exchange blows as Zeke slowly gets back to his feet. He notices that Core and Hollywood are occupied with each other. Zeke climbs on
to the apron and up to the top rope. He leaps off…MUDPUDDLE ON SCARR! He has the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

JENNY JERSEY: (finally getting her mic working) Here is your winner! CUZIN ZEKE!

The crowd goes wild as Alan Stone raises Zeke’s arm in to the air. Core and Hollywood look back in to the ring in disbelief.

ROB MARTINEZ: What an excellent match!

MURCIELAGO: And with that win, Cuzin Zeke has earned himself a shot at the REBEL Carolinas Championship!

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JENNY JERSEY: The following contest is an Elimination Handicap Match.

“Guess who’s back?”

And the REBEL fans get to their feet as the introduction to “Cocky” picks up. They look expectantly to the entrance way…

HIT IT.

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

And Chad Kurtis along with Galactix comes out from the tented makeshift backstage area. The fans go ecstatic. Chad is getting lots of love and Galactix
along with Rosie Cheeks are soaking it in. They enter the ring, ready to rumble.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, accompanied by Rosie Cheeks. He weighed tonight at two hundred nineteen pounds, from London, England… GALACTIX!

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

“Happy” by Mudvayne begins and out comes Blood. He is wearing his bone mask and carries a wooden staff. The fans boo him, maybe for nothing more than the
fact he is fighting Chad Kurtis. Blood enters the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: And their opponent, from Parts Unknown. He weighed in at two hundred forty five pounds. BLOOD!

Galactix and Blood start this match off as the referee calls for the bell. Blood cocks his head at the Briton, who moves to the center of the ring. Blood
stays in his corner, looking coldly at Galactix. He shrugs and charges in only to leveled by a crisp right hand from Blood. Blood picks up Galactix and
throws him into the corner, then charges in with a clothesline which knocks Galactix off of his feet! Galactix collapses in the corner, arms draped over
the top rope, shaking his head to clear the cobwebs… Blood charges in with a big splash in the corner! Galactix staggers out of the corner, Blood charges
off the far ropes, BIG BOOT! Galactix spins around and collapses on the mat, rolling over to his corner. Chard Kurtis bends over the top rope and tags
himself in, and the crowd goes nuts!

MURCIELAGO: Not much of a handicap match, is it?

ROB MARTINEZ: Galactix just getting overpowered by Blood here in the opening minutes, and he’s clutching his head on the sand out here in front of us…
he may be done in this match!

MURCIELAGO: Man, if I was Chad Kurtis, one, I’d punch myself in the face for being me, and two, if I won this match, I wouldn’t give any of the winner’s
share to Galactix. Maybe an aspirin or two, but that’s it!

Kurtis steps through the ropes, and Blood cocks his head at him, expecting Kurtis to charge in for the attack. Kurtis just circles the ring, looking for
an opening. He saw what happened to Galactix, he’s no fool. The two men circle one another, slowly closing in on each other. In a flash, Kurtis ducks around
Blood and cinches in a waistlock, lifts him up, and takes him down Greco-Roman style. Kurtis moves up on Blood, cinching in a headlock. Blood spins to
his seat and gets back to a vertical base. He backs Kurtis into the ropes and shoves him off. Kurtis hits the far ropes and rebounds right into a shoulderblock
by Blood! Kurtis gets right up and runs off the opposite ropes, only to get taken down again by Blood.

Blood stomps on Kurtis and pulls him up by his hair. He stands Kurtis up and tries a short clothesline, but Kurtis ducks it! Dropkick by Kurtis sends Blood
reeling to the ropes! Kurtis charges in to clothesline Blood over the ropes… CAUGHT BY BLOOD! SPINEBUSTER! Blood covers!

ONE!

TWO…..

Kickout by Kurtis! Blood pulls Kurtis up and hooks him in for a vertical suplex, Kurtis up, and Blood holds him there! Blood turns and faces each part of
this beachfront crowd as they boo him loudly before falling back and sending Kurtis crashing to the mat! Another cover by Blood!

ONE!

TWO…..

Another kickout by Kurtis! Blood picks Kurtis up and whips him into the corner… Blood charges in and connects with a clothesline!

MURCIELAGO: This Blood guy’s for real, man, he’s taking it right to Kurtis and tearing him apart!

ROB MARTINEZ: Chad Kurtis is having a heck of a time getting out of the starting gates in this contest, and his tag tam partner is still knocked loopy out
on the sand!

Kurtis staggers out of the corner right into a powerslam by Blood! Blood keeps the cradle for a pinning predicament!

ONE!

TWO…..

Kurtis rolls his shoulder off the mat! Blood looks over at the ref, who confirms to him that, yes, it was a two count. Blood gets up and moves towards Kurtis’s
legs, perhaps for the Blood Lock… Kurtis rolls him up!

ONE!

TWO…..

Kickout by Blood! Blood is up first and dives over to hit Kurtis with a double axehandle to the back. Kurtis collapses to his stomach and Blood drives a
knee into the small of the back and then grabs a rear chinlock, wrenching back on Kurtis… the crowd is trying to get Kurtis back into this match, and
the louder they get, the harder Blood pulls back!

MURCIELAGO: You gotta be a tough bastard to come to the ring lookin’ all like Skeletor, and Blood is taking Kurtis to the woodshed!

ROB MARTINEZ: Chad Kurtis is going to have to draw off every bit of reserve he has to get out of this match with a win!

MURCIELAGO: Where’s this Galactix punk at now? Is his ass still knocked out?

Galactix is, but the crowd couldn’t care less, they’re cheering loud for Kurtis to break this chinlock and get back in control. Kurtis gets to all fours
with Blood standing over him, slowly working his way to his feet. Kurtis strains, reaching to the crowd, to the ropes, to anything, as he gets to his feet…
he elbows back, catching Blood in the breadbasket! Another elbow! Kurtis runs off the ropes, CLOTHESLINE BY BLOOD! Kurtis is leveled! Blood covers!

ONE!

TWO…..

THR-NO! KURTIS KICKS OUT! Blood squeezes his eyes, not believing that wasn’t it! Kurtis pulls himself up using the ropes, Blood moves in for the kill, he
pulls Kurtis off the ropes and hooks him up for a reverse STO! Kurtis blocks and falls back, reverse STO of his own! Both men are out!

Kurtis is up to his knees…

Kurtis gets to his feet and goes to the corner, he’s looking to fly!

B!
M!
EATS KNEES TO THE GUT.

Kurtis doubles over in pain and rolls over to the corner as Blood clutches his knee, that moonsault jammed his leg up. The ref starts counting again, but
Blood is up and hobbling, he heads over to the ropes to get Kurtis…

ROB MARTINEZ: Could we be seeing the rise of a new superstar here in REBEL tonight? Blood has been in control for most of this matchup, and one step ahead
of Chad Kurtis the entire way!

MURCIELAGO: You blow so many opportunities one after another, you lose your focus, I think Chad Kurtis was looking back at losing to Jake Phoenix tonight,
and not looking forward to this match.

ROB MARTINEZ: If anyone’d know about blowing opportunities…

MURCIELAGO: Shut up. That’s not a joke.

Blood pulls Kurtis to the middle of the ring and calls for the Bloodwake, his finishing maneuver. He gets Kurtis underhooked up for the Bloodwake!

Kurtis lands on his feet! Blood ends up on his seat! Kurtis pulls Blood’s head under him…

CK FINALE! OUT OF NOWHERE! Blood’s head bounces off the canvas! Kurtis covers!

ONE!

TWO…..

THREE!!!!

JENNY JERSEY: The winners of this contest, Galactix and “THE SHOW” CHAD KURTIS!

Kurtis rolls out of the ring next to Galactix, sees him still doubled over in pain, and brushes him aside, slapping hands with the fans as he heads to the
back.

ROB MARTINEZ: Out of nowhere! Chad Kurtis proves his resilience with a big win here on the beach!

MURCIELAGO: You’re always three seconds away from losing out here, Rob… Blood had this match in the bag and watched it slip out in three seconds flat.
Kurtis got lucky tonight, but lucky or good, it all looks the same in the paycheck.

Blood rolls out of the ring and Kurtis gets back in to celebrate his victory. Blood goes through the curtain and Kurtis exits. Medical staff are tending
to Galactix. Kurtis waves to the fans and turns around and

EATS A STEEL CHAIR! Kurt Castle stands over an unconscious Chad Kurtis, and throws the chair to the ground.

ROB MARTINEZ: What the hell was that about? Kurtis wrestled a tough match then meets steel?

MURCIELAGO: I’m sure it was warranted.

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JENNY JERSEY: The following match is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the REBEL Pro Carolinas Title! This match will be a Taipei Death Match!

Yeah, the REBEL fans like the sound of that. What they don’t like is hearing “Jerkoff” by Tool hit the speakers.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first! He is the challenger, from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at two hundred and thirty two pounds: MANNY X!

Manny emerges from the curtains. He is only wearing underwear, and is covered in black and gray body paint. His fists are taped up, and broken glass is
glued to them. He has a sick, evil look on his face as he marches to ringside. For once, the fans step AWAY from the guardrail…

MURCIELAGO: Huh. All I had to do to keep those idiot fans off of me was wrestle naked? Should have thought of that a long time ago.

ROB MARTINEZ: I think the broken glass may play a part in it…

MURCIELAGO: Getting cut by a wrestler would be the highlight of any of these guys lives.

ROB MARTINEZ: Gee, good to have you back after all these weeks, Murcielago.

MURCIELAGO: If sarcasm could hurt me, Martinez, I’d have been dead a long time ago. Try and call the match without sounding stupid. If people need real
insight, I’ll provide it for them. Otherwise, let me earn my paycheck with some semblance of dignity.

”Let it Go” takes over the speakers, and the fans pop huge for the Carolinas Champion!

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent, accompanied by Bar-…

The ring introduction is cut off as Jenny flees the ring. Mikey Massacre hits the ring with a vengeance, going after Manny. Barbara takes a spot at ringside,
looking concerned about what might happen tonight…

ROB MARTINEZ: Mikey Massacre not wasting any time tonight, going after the man who attacked Barbara late last week…

MURCIELAGO: This idiot needs to worry about his title. Manny found a weakness, and he sure as hell exploited it. A smart move from a guy who can’t even
bother to dress himself.

Mikey fires off with a series of jabs, which Manny manages to avoid. Manny shoots back with a few of his own, but Mikey avoids those shots as well. Manny
with a wild swing, which Mikey ducks. He goes off balance, then gets hit with a huge dropkick, taking him over the top rope and to the floor. Manny regains
his footing, and turns around to see Mikey dive through the ropes at him.

Fist first.

Glass? Meet face.

ROB MARTINEZ: Mikey deviating from his usual game plan tonight, but then, what kind of game plan do you really have for a Taipei Deathmatch? Especially
against someone who’s made things so personal?

Manny is busted open from the shot, and is using the guard rail to stay upright. Mikey is back to his feet, not used to taking to the air, but he gets his
senses back and starts to attack the open wound on Manny’s forehead. Mikey driving his glass covered knuckles into the cut, causing more crimson to pour
out! Manny gets a knee to Massacre’s gut, stopping the onslaught. Mikey doubles over, and Manny retaliates with a backhand slap, slicing open Massacre’s
cheek! Manny now takes the offensive, throwing a stiff right cross, which makes the gash on Massacre’s cheek even bigger. Massacre puts his hands up to
block any more punches, so Manny responds with backhand chops to the chest. No “Woo” from the fans, just groans as cuts are opened up on the champ’s torso.
Manny hits a few more chops, until Massacre manages to land a headbutt, knocking Manny silly. Massacre slaps on a headlock, then grinds his fist into the
temple of Manny! Blood drips onto the sand, and Massacre drives Manny into the ground with a bulldog! He stands up to soak in the cheers of the crowd,
but there are more than a few concerned gasps once they see the deep cuts on his face and chest. He turns back to Manny, who is pushing himself to his
knees. Massacre goes to the ring apron, waits for Manny to get to his feet, then flies off with a double axe handle…

Manny moves out of the way! Massacre hits the sand, and loses his footing, and Manny catches him with a punch to the gut! Massacre sinks to his knees, and
Manny hits the Cause of Insanity! Massacre is down, and Manny covers, but referee Alan Stone reminds him that pinfalls can only happen in the ring. Manny
doesn’t seem to care, instead grabbing some chairs from ringside.

ROB MARTINEZ: Well, I don’t think those chairs will ever be used again..

MURCIELAGO: Bloodstains may be the only thing that’ll make that one beach chair presentable…

Manny sets up both chairs. He drags Massacre to his feet (making sure to grind his glass covered hand into his face) then shoves him into one chair. Manny
grabs the other chair, and sits down facing Massacre. He waits for Mikey to clear the blood from his eyes so he can see who’s in front of him then

SMACK (BOO!!)

Manny rears back and punches Massacre right in the face! Massacre manages to stay in the chair. He looks back at Manny, who smirks in expectation of..

SMACK (YAY!!)

Massacre fires back with a shot of his own! Manny doesn’t go down, but another cut is opened up. Manny fires back…

SMACK (BOO!!)

Massacre now has a cut opened on his other cheek, but he does not go down.

SMACK (YAY!!)

Manny takes a hard right to the jaw! It’s hard to tell where he’s been cut at this point, since there’s so much blood!

SMACK (BOO!!)

Massacre takes a wild left to the temple, that nearly knocks him off his chair.

SMACK (YAY!!)

Manny gets a hard left to the other side of his jaw!

SMACK (BOO!!)

Manny with a wild punch!

SMACK (YAY!!)

Massacre with another punch, though the blood loss is slowing him down a bit.

SMACK (BOO!!)

Manny is also showing the effects of blood loss.

SMACK (YAY!!)

Massacre with a punch! And another! And another! The fans go wild as Massacre unloads with punch after punch on Manny! he stands up from his chair and flails
wildly on Manny! A pool of blood has formed in the sand from both competitors, and it’s getting bigger as Mikey pounds more blood out of the challenger!
He dropkicks Manny out of the chair, then pounces on him, driving his fists into the forehead of Manny! He finally lets up, and stands up to salute the
crowd, but gets dizzy from the blood loss, and stumbles against the guard rail. Barbara races over to check on him, but Massacre is not really able to
communicate. During all this, Manny has rolled onto his stomach, and is crawling under the ring looking for something…

ROB MARTINEZ: What is Manny… Oh dear Lord no, aren’t things bad enough?

Apparently not. Manny has a sickle. And he’s made eyes at Barbara. Manny stalks his way over to her, as the fans scream at her to turn around. She finally
does, but manages to move just as Manny takes a swing. It misses her, but cuts Mikey across the shoulder! Barbara backs off, and Manny pursues, chasing
her into the ring! He tries to back her into a corner, but this is wrestling, not a horror movie, so she smartly slips out of harms way. Manny follows
her out of the ring, and chases her around, but comes face to face with Mikey, who tosses a chair right into Manny’s face! Manny drops the sickle, and
Mikey unloads with a forearm to the face, then grabs Manny by the hair and rams him head first into the ring post! And again! And again! Manny barely able
to stand! Mikey holds Manny up. And turns him towards Barbara. Barbara rears back and kicks Manny straight in the uprights! Manny slumps over. Mikey rolls
Manny back into the ring, and goes for a cover! One… two… MANNY GETS A SHOULDER UP!! Mikey is exhausted, but hauls Manny up..

MANNY WITH A LOW BLOW!!

MURCIELAGO: A glass covered fist to the crotch. That’s got to suck HARD.

Massacre slumps to his knees. Very few people can comprehend the pain he’s going through right now. Manny slides out of the ring to retrieve his sickle.
He slides back in. He has a look of very evil intent as he lines up Mikey for a shot. He swings, and misses as Massacre ducks. He manages to slash Mikey
across the back though, then drives his fist into the wound! Mikey yells out in pain as Manny opens up even more wounds. He rolls Massacre up for a school
boy pin! One.. two… Massacre gets a shoulder up! Manny looks angry now, and he grabs the sickle for one more slice….

But Mikey returns the low blow to Manny. Manny’s eyes go wide, and he drops the sickle. Mikey scores a double leg takedown, spreads Manny’s legs wide, then
drives his fist into Manny’s groin, earning groans, cheers, and a loud yell from Manny. He goes for another shot, but Manny manages to kick him off. Massacre
is dazed from the loss of blood. Manny is in a serious world of hurt, as he tries to pull himself up with the ropes. He has managed to grab his sickle,
and he pushes off the ropes, swinging at the champs head! Mikey ducks just in time, and catches Manny with an inside cradle! Stone makes the count!

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!

A stunned silence, but it only lasts a moment, as the fans realize who won..

JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner, and STILL REBEL Pro Carolinas Champion: MIKEY MASSACRE!

MURCIELAGO: These people act like every match needs to end with some big move. After the fight these two idiots had, they’re lucky to be able to throw a
punch.

ROB MARTINEZ: Idiots?

MURCIELAGO: Neither man will ever be the same. And for what? A woman? A title? Respect? Please…

Manny and Mikey are both back up. Manny lunges (as best as he’s able to right now) at Mikey, and Mikey is ready to fight back. Referees, security and EMT’s
are down to break things up before lives are at stake.

Mikey Massacre is still champ.

But at what cost?

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JENNY JERSEY: The following contest is for the REBEL WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP!

The fans cheer this announcement but the cheers change to boos as “Kings and Queens” begins to play.

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

The Nation of Innovation emerge from the tent clad in their Censorship t-shirts. There is a smattering of cheers for TONY but the rest of the group is majorly
hated. Rodriguez and Daines enter the ring going to a corner to await the champs.

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

“With a Little Help From My Friends” begins and out come the champs. The fans cheer wildly for Assman and Zellor receives a mixed reaction. Daines steps
forward and offers shirts to Black Underground Railroad but the champs shake their heads in disgust. She lifts the mic again.

JENNY JERSEY: By order of Rick Garrett this match will be fought under NEW AND IMPROVED CENSORSHIP RULES! Countouts and Disqualifications count, and the
titles can change hands on a countout or disqualification!

The fans boo and Black Underground Railroad look very angry.

ROB MARTINEZ: The REBEL faithful aren’t happy about the rule change.

MURCIELAGO: They should be Martinez. We aren’t that watered down NAPW crap. REBEL is about gushing blood and breaking bones! Not about pure wrestling.

The ref calls for the bell. Zellor and Rodriguez are starting the match. Arm drag by Rodriguez catches Stone off guard. Back up and huge PIMP SLAP!

ROB MARTINEZ: Did you hear that smack? Zellor just obliterated Enrique!

MURCIELAGO: I’ve taken and dished out shott a hundred times the power of that.

Rodriguez is angered and rushes Zellor only to catch a knee lift to the gut. Stone stays on the attack hitting a DDT and a cover.

ONE!

TWO!

ROB MARTINEZ: Zellor trying for the quick victory but Rodriguez kicked out with ease.

MURCIELAGO: A DDT hasn’t won a match since like eighty five! Why not try the dreaded body slam?

Zellor makes the tag to Assman and he enters dropping a knee to the back of Enrique. He yanks him up and fires the smaller man to the ropes. Rodriguez rebounds
and hits a dropkick to the knee of Trey. Assman staggers and is hit with a cross body block that sends him to the mat. Rodriguez makes the tag to Daines.
Jeremy comes in and applies an abdominal stretch on Trey. Trey fights the hold and eventually powers out. He gains his feet and both men lockup. After a
few moments of struggling Assman wins the contest and forces Daines to the ropes. He whips Daines off the ropes but Jeremy is able to duck under the clothesline
and send Tray off the ropes connecting with a backdrop on the return. He lifts Trey back up and hits a vertical suplex. Daines grabs the legs and locks
in a Boston Crab.

ROB MARTINEZ: Quick submission attempt by Daines here.

MURCIELAGO: That won’t be enough to beat a champion.

TONY jumps up and down on the outside cheering on his team. Eventually Tray reaches the ropes and Daines breaks the hold. Assman is a little slow to get
up favoring his back. Daines whips him to the buckles back first. Assman stumbles out and Daines hits a backbreaker. He tags Rodriguez who leaps to the
top rope and lands a missile dropkick to the rising Trey! Enrique looks out at the crowd and smirks as they boo.

ROB MARTINEZ: Rodriguez is a quick competitor but so darn cocky. He should be sticking on Assman now not jawing with the crowd.

MURCIELAGO: Go in for the kill kid don’t just prance around.

Assman is back up and stares a whole through Rodriguez. He lunges but Enrique is too quick and scuttles out of the way. He springs off the ropes looking
for a dropkick but Assman grabs the leg and takes Enrique down. He stomps on the leg a few times before tagging in Stone. Zellor comes in and both men
lift up Enrique hitting a double team bulldog! Assman gets out before the five count leaving Stone in the ring.

Zellor allows Rodriguez to get up and grabs him in a tight headlock. Enrique gets out and whips Stone into the ropes. He leaps up and hits a head scissors
sending Zellor flying across the ring. Rodriguez to the second rope and hits a corkscrew splash!

ONE!

TWO!

Zellor kicks out.

ROB MARTINEZ: Rodriguez using his aerial offense to his advantage keeping Stone from hitting anything to vicious.

MURCIELAGO: All that flipping and flopping will come back to haunt him eventually.

Rodriguez with a spin kick to the chin. He tries another headscissors but Stone blocks powerbombing Enrique to the mat! He goes up to the top rope and flies
off attempting the diving headbutt. Rodriguez rolls out of the way at the last second and tags in Daines.

Daines meets the rising Zellor with a stiff chop! He follows up with an uppercut that knocks Stone back down. Daines picks him up and hits a belly to back
suplex. He grabs the legs and pulls back locking Stone in his modified Sharpshooter.

ROB MARTINEZ: Zellor is trapped in that modified Sharpshooter. Not only does it injure the legs but Daines also pulling back in the head.

MURCIELAGO: Stone’s trying to reach those ropes but Daine’s got it cinched in.

Assman is encouraging his partner from the corner by pounding the mat. Half the crowd clap in unison as Zellor figthts and makes the ropes. He’s slow to
get up however and Daines seizes the advantage hitting a release German Suplex! He brings Stone up and hits another! A third and Stone is down on the mat.
Rodriguez tagged in and Daines lifts Stone up onto his shoulder. The ref is counting and he’s at three when Enrique reaches the top rope… Hurricanrana!
Daines gets out at the last second and Rodriguez play to the crowd. The fans boo him for his efforts.

ROB MARTINEZ: Yet again Enrique plays to the crowd. If he could get his head on straight this kid could be something special.

MURCIELAGO: He’s just another jumping bean you geek. What’s special about that?

Springboard leg drop by Enrique and he covers…

ONE!

TWO!

Stone rolls the shoulder. Enrique lifts up Stone but Zellor surprises him with a kneelift! Zellor spins and nails Enrique with a discus lariat! Rodriguez
goes down hard and Stone trying to get to his corner. Wait TONY’S MOM just flashed the ref! TONY in the ring and hits a double axehandle on Stone! It doesn’t
even faze Zellor who turns around and PIMP SLAP! TONY falls out of the ring and Stone makes the tag!

ROB MARTINEZ: TONY’S interference backfired!

MURCIELAGO: That is the weakest move I think I’ve ever seen. A five year old could do a better axehandle.

Assman is in and he catches Enrique with a spinning bulldog! Trey brings him up and hits a neckbreaker! The fans are going nuts as Assman runs wild. Enrique
brought up again and snapmare driver by Trey!

ONE!

TWO!

Daines makes the save! Here comes Zellor and he pulls Daines out of the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: Tempers flaring as all four men getting involved here.

MURCIELAGO: Now we might see some blood.

Daines blasts Stone with a forearm! Zellor fires back with a punch to the face and he sends Daines crashing headfirst into the guardrail! TONY grabs Stone
from behind and spins him around trying for a punch. Stone blocks and punches TONY who falls face first into the sand. In the ring, Assman hits a Russian
leg sweep on Rodriguez. He brings him up and throws Enrique to the corner. He charges in but gets monkey flipped by the smaller man. Rodriguez goes to
the top and sets his sites on Zellor who has scooped up some sand and looks to throw it in Daines face.

ROB MARTINEZ: Zellor looking to blind Daines!

MURCIELAGO: He’s going to do whatever it takes to win Rob. Something you would know nothing about.

Enrique flies… SOMERSAULT PLANCHA! He takes out Zellor! Both men down in a heap. The ref begins to count out Enrique.

ROB MARTINEZ: Enrique is down and he could be out. The ref is at six and neither man moving.

Daines has recovered and lifts Enrique up carrying him to the ring, shoving him inside. Trey with the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

TONY”S MOM is on the apron! The ref is distracted and doesn’t finish the count. Assman is up and trying to get the ref’s attention. Finally the ref turns
but Rodriguez is already up. Dragon Suplex on Trey! Enrique leaps to his corner and tags in Daines. Jeremy in and hits a northern lights suplex on Trey!
ONE!

TWO!

Zellor with the save!

ROB MARTINEZ: That could have been it but Stone Zellor recovered in the nick of time.

Daines with a quick drop toehold and transitions into the camel clutch.

ROB MARTINEZ: More innovation by Jeremy Daines.

MURCIELAGO: If I was in there none of this would be happening. I’d just hit him with a chair and finish it.

Assman powers his way to the ropes. Both men back up and Trey with a swinging neckbreaker! He tags in Stone who goes to the second rope. Trey lifts up Daines
and hits a backbreaker as Zellor nails a middle rope leg drop!

ONE!

TWO!

Kickout!

ROB MARTINEZ: Nice double teams by the champion.

MURCIELAGO: They are using the tag format to their advantage.

Daines struggles to his feet and Zellor with a jaw breaker. Stone tags in Assman and they attempt another double team. Rodriguez breaks it up by hitting
a cross body on both men! The ref forces Enrique out of the ring and we’re back to Daines and Trey. Both men to their feet and shoulder tackle by Daines.
Trey pops back up and Daines tries for a German Suplex. Assman blocks it and hits the Ass Cracker!

ROB MARTINEZ: Out of no where! Assman with the Ass Cracker!

He covers!

ONE!

TWO!

Rodriguez breaks it up! Zellor just pulled Enrique out of the ring and they are brawling! Rights by both men! TONY throws sand in Zellor’s eyes!

ROB MARTINEZ: TONY strikes!

MURCIELAGO: That’s more like it! REBEL is all about sneak attacks!

Stone is trying to clear the sand from his eyes. Enrique with a chair!

CLANG!

Down goes Zellor! Rodriguez climbing in the ring. Assman turns… CHAIR SHOT!

ROB MARTINEZ: Rodriguez just leveled both men with that chair. Wait the ref is calling for the bell.

MURCIELAGO: Under those stupid rules, the Nation of Innovation just got themselves disqualified.

JENNY JERSEY: The winners of the match by disqualification and STILL REBEL WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS, THE BLACK UNDERGROUND RAILROAD.

Assman and Stone are both out, but still champs. Rodriguez and Daines are arguing on the way to the back, as TONY’s Mom tries to mediate.

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The crowd pops up, and take notice as Jenny Jersey makes the following announcement.

JENNY JERSEY: The following match is your MAIN EVENT. It’s one fall to a finish for the REBEL WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!

ROB MARTINEZ: Nick Everhardt was the man challenged in this match. Jake called on him, with the ability to fight any non champion on the roster, he picks
Nick.

MURCIELAGO: He explained why though, he wanted to fight the common REBEL wrestler, the Everyman. And then he’ll stamp his boot to the temple of Everhardt’s
head to show the world how much better he thinks he is.

An underdog in most peoples minds, Nick Everhardt walks down the ramp way, as “Heretics & Killers” plays over the speakers. He slaps hands with the fans,
and he receives a decent ovation. He enters the ring, hitting the ropes a few times.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing the challenger. He weighed in at two hundred twenty seven pounds and is fighting out of Houston, Texas. NICK EVERHARDT!

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

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

And the champ is here. Half the crowd boos all they can. The other half… they treat Jake Phoenix like he solved the worlds energy crisis and made gas
a buck fifty a gallon. In other words, he is getting CHEERED! Jake has his sunglasses on, despite the sun already setting. He walks to the ring, exuding
confidence and ready to whip “Nick Everyman” as he called him.

MURCIELAGO: Nick Everhardt might need to just leave now. I’ve seen some tough men come through REBEL, and Phoenix is right up their in my league.

ROB MARTINEZ: No one will question the toughness of either one of you.

MURCIELAGO: They better not.

Jake turns his back to the ring, and takes off his sunglasses. He holds the belt high in the air, and tells Nick, “You’ll never WEAR THIS!” Jake spins around
to show the crowd. He turns around back toward the ring..

NICK EVERHARDT WITH A SUICIDE DIVE!

Jake Phoenix is downed quick and Nick gets him up, then throws him into the ring. Jimmy Johnson calls for the bell, and we are underway. Phoenix tries to
get up but receives some wicked kicks to his back. Jake goes down to all fours and Nick unloads with a punt to the abdomen of the World champ. Jake rolls
to his back, holding his ribs. Nick Everhardt goes to the top rope, and FLYING ELBOW DROP! He goes for the cover.

ONE!

NOT EVEN A TWO.

ROB MARTINEZ: Nick Everhardt is going for broke!

MURCIELAGO: He needs to leave it all out in the ring tonight, or else he will be crushed!

Jake throws him off. Nick gets up quickly. Jake is struggling to get up. Nick takes out the left leg of Jake Phoenix, clipping it. As Jake lays on the ground,
Nick Everhardt looks for the Texas Cloverleaf 3000. Jake gets his bearings and UP KICK! It misses! Nick tries to lace the legs again, and UP KICK… THAT
DOESN’T MISS! Nick holds his face as Jake tried to kick a hole through it. Nick is down, trying to get feeling back into his jaw. The wind whips a bit,
and a beach ball lands in the ring. Jake boots it out and lets Nick get up. Nick does, and Phoenix nails him with a well measured clothesline. Nick’s head
hit’s off the mat with impact. Jake with a smirk as he survived the initial flurry from the well documented “under dog”.

MURCIELAGO: And it looks like Nick might have petered out.

ROB MARTINEZ: Just a change in momentum, no need to call the match over.

Jake picks up the man he laid the challenge too. He throws him into the far corner. He hesitates a bit, to yell something at a anti-Phoenix fan. He charges
in with a clothesline attempt, but Nick with a drop toe hold! JAKE’S HEAD SMASHES INTO THE TURNBUCKLE! Nick Everhardt with a school boy!

ONE!

TWO!

KICK OUT!

Nick and Jake get up basically at the same time. Jake is super pissed and nails a huge big boot to the face of Everhardt. Everhardt didn’t even have time
to think. Jake puts one boot on the chest of Nick and Jimmy Johnson asks Jake if he is for real. “Damn Right I am” and Jimmy goes for the count.

ONE!

SHOULDER UP!

Leg drop follows up the lackadaisical pin. He lays on top with the leg, and demands another count. Before Jimmy Johnson can do that, Nick has reversed it
and has Jake pinned.

ONE!

TWO!

Jake kicks out, and the time to play cat and mouse might be over!

ROB MARTINEZ: Toying with Nick Everhardt isn’t a wise move. Why is he taking him lightly?

MURCIELAGO: Jake has a big ego, and that ego is telling him that no one can stop him. And right now, who can say he is wrong?

Jake gets up and misses a clothesline. Nick nails him with a super kick as Jake turns around. Jake was near the ropes and hangs on them. Nick charges in
with a clothesline himself. Phoenix steps up in the “nick” of time and launches Nick, with help from Nick’s on momentum, in the air, landing him THROAT
FIRST ON THE ROPES! Nick whiplashes back and FULL ROTATING POWERSLAM! Jake hooks the leg.

ONE!

JAKE PICKS NICK UP!

ROB MARTINEZ: That’s just disrespectful.

MURCIELAGO: Gotta call that stupid. Phoenix had him and let him survive.

The crowd boos big time, with the exception of the Murder City Cabana Boys, aka Jake fans. Jake shrugs off the negativity and throws Nick on his shoulders.
Jake takes him over to the turnbuckle and SNAKE EYES on the turnbuckle. Nick hit head first and slouches in the corner. Jake turns him around and delivers
several shots to the ribs and body area. A flurry begins and out of PURE desperation, Nick Everhardt nails Jake Phoenix in the balls! Jake goes down faster
than Lindsay Lohan on Meth. Nick crawls to the outside. Jake crawls toward the ropes, trying to reach for his opponent. SAND TO THE EYES! Nick Everhardt
is using the REBEL rules, and the environment to his advantage. He grabs a steel chair, Jake is up slightly blinded. Nick in the ring.. CHAIR SHOT! Jake
staggers but doesn’t go down. ANOTHER! THE CHAIR BENDS AS JAKE GOES DOWN TO ONE KNEE! Everhardt bangs it against the ring in preparation of one more shot…
HE SWINGS AND

CHOKESLAM FROM JAKE PHOENIX! Jake leapt from his down position and stopped Everhardt DEAD in his tracks! Jake collapses to the mat as well, and blood trickles
from the head of Jake Phoenix. Jake rolls over, and places an arm over Nick Everhardt!

ONE!

TWO!

THRE- SHOULDER UP LAST SPLIT SECOND!

ROB MARTINEZ: Jake has to be regretting picking Nick up now.

MURCIELAGO: Yeah, but he hasn’t lost yet neither.

Jake didn’t expect to be fighting this hard, but it is what it is. Jake rises to his feet. Nick does too, eventually. Jake waits for the smaller man to
get up, and Jake charges with a boot. Nick side steps and Jake crotches the top rope. Nick kicks him good in the thigh, and Jake is fully on them, and
Nick shakes them to give Jake a “bad ride”. Everhardt finishes it off with a spinning wheel kick that sends the big man to the mat. Everhardt goes up top.
LEG DROP FROM UP TOP! He covers!

ONE!

TWO!

Jake Phoenix with a shoulder up. Everhardt turns Phoenix over and KNEE DROP ON THE LOWER BACK! Jake yells in pain. Everhardt lays in some forearms to the
back too. Everhardt grabs a leg and places Jake in a one legged Boston Crab. Phoenix’s height allows him to get to the ropes. Nick doesn’t let go, and
keeps the pressure. Everhardt finally lets go, and goes outside again, grabbing a table. He slides it in. The crowd is almost fully behind the challenger.
Jake to his feet, holding his lower back. Everhardt is in the ring and attempts a leg kick but has his leg grabbed. Jake trips Everhardt, then delivers
a big elbow to the sternum. Jake takes his elbow and grinds it in the face of Nick Everhardt. He then lets off with several elbows to the head of Nick
Everhardt creating a swollen left eye. Jake stands up taking Nick with him. SIDE WALK SLAM! Jake screams in pain as well though. His lower back is killing
him at this point. Jake picks up the chair, still in the ring from earlier clubbing. Nick sees Jake coming down with it and wisely rolls out of the way.
Jake attempts it again, and once again Nick moves.

Jake fakes it, and then tries, but receives a kick to the leg. Nick is up and SHINING WIZARD! JAKE IS OUT!

ONE!

TWO!

FOOT ON THE ROPE!

ROB MARTINEZ: Another near fall. Nick is giving Jake all he can handle.

Nick can be heard yelling DAMN! miles away. The crowd is hot. Nick takes the chair and lays into the back of Jake Phoenix. He nails him several times. Jake
is prone… TEXAS CLOVERLEAF THREE THOUSAND! Jake is locked in it.. in the middle of the ring.

Jake attempts to inch closer to the ropes. Jimmy Johnson is in position ready to witness a tap out. A tap out that… may or may not occur. Jake pulls himself
closer, dragging the two hundred twenty seven pounder along too. Jake’s hand reaches out and..

Nick is told to stop by Jimmy Johnson. Nick Everhardt falls to the ground! He is thanking God and seems to be in tears. The crowd erupts as Nick is overjoyed.
He gets up and then sees…

the most sickening thing ever. Jake’s hand is on the bottom rope. Jimmy was telling him to stop, cause Phoenix had reached the ropes.

MURCIELAGO: (LAUGHING) WHAT A SCENE!

ROB MARTINEZ: He thought his move finished him, but it wasn’t the case.

Nick looks like he has been beat in the face with baseball bat, several parts swelling. Jake is getting up. Nick tries to set up the table, finally realizing
that he NEEDS to do more. He abandons that idea, and measures the staggering Jake Phoenix. Nick Everhardt to the top…

MOONSAULT!

JAKE CATCHES NICK EVERHARDT! NICK LANDS IN THE POSITION FOR

TOMBSTONE… ON THE UN-SETUP TABLE!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

JENNY JERSEY: The winner and STILL REBEL World Heavyweight Champion, THE MURDER CITY DEVIL, JAKE PHOENIX!

Jake is handed his belt, and he gets up.

ROB MARTINEZ: What a gutsy effort by Everhardt but in the end, Jake Phoenix still couldn’t be stopped.

MURCIELAGO: Is that Lloyd Rees at the top of the aisle here?

Indeed it is, and he has a mic in hand.

LLOYD REES: Y’know me boy, dat was a helluva match. But come next week, at da Naval Base… da REBEL Pro fans are gonna witness history. I will take dat
belt of yours, by makin’ ya tap da hell out! INSIDE A STEEL CAGE!

The fans go crazy but yet another man enters the picture. This man being new Number One Contenders Cup holder, Derrick Steele. He is also carrying a microphone.
DERRICK STEELE: Not to rain on anyone’s parade, but I have an announcement to make. I don’t really care who it is, either you Mr. Rees, or YOU Mr. Phoenix,
but I’m not wasting time defending this cup. I’ve waited.. WAY TO LONG, to wait anymore. The date will be June twenty first, the place is the STEELE DOJO,
or on that night it will be called the REBEL Underground! So whomever it is, you best be ready.

And a man hurries down to Rob Martinez and hands him a note. He gets up and with a mic from Jersey, reads it.

ROB MARTINEZ: Derrick, you might not be facing either man. Rick Garrett has decided that since your skipping a couple shows before your title match, he
needs to find someone to fight for the World title. So he is booking a FOUR WAY DANCE for the World title at American Anarchy! The three spots will be
filled by men qualifying over the next two shows.

After his disrespectful attack on Chad Kurtis, and Chad’s immediate demanding a match, Kurt Castle and Chad Kurtis HAS BEEN SIGNED FOR NAVAL ATTACK. And
to add to it, the winner will go on to American Anarchy and enter the four way dance.

The crowd is buzzing with that announcement.

ROB MARTINEZ: Also, next week.. Derrick Steele will be in action, fighting.. BLOOD! Now since you already have a title match, Garrett has decided that if
Blood wins, he gets a spot in the match. If Blood loses.. Derrick Steele can give any wrestler in the world a shot at the REBEL World title with a spot
in the four way dance.

And finally, two men desperate for a win, and two of the most beloved men in REBEL, Kyle Roberts and El Rey de Corizones will wrestle at the very first
REBEL Underground show and the winner of that will go on to fight for the World title at American Anarchy.

Jake Phoenix and Lloyd Rees both have serious expressions, and Derrick Steele just smiles a bit.

Next week features Rees and Phoenix for the World title in a Submission Cage match. Steele versus Blood. Black Underground Railroad defending against the
brother tandem of James and Young. Warren and JASON do battle. Plus two other big matches!