TBA…AGAIN 11/11/2008

11/11/2008
“The Spade” Duncan Aries vs “The Trailer Park Prodigy” Elliot Landry

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Quincy Jones’ “Soul Bossa Nova” picks up. The crowd rise in excitement and look to the curtain. The song hits the big splash, and out walk the new REBEL
Pro World Tag Team Champions, the GREAT ALASKAN NINJA! Inferno and Shoe are dressed to the nines, Shoe wearing a modern cut suit reminiscent of Daniel
Craig’s take on James Bond, Inferno wearing his finest plum crushed velvet suit with Beatle boots and cravate. Each man is carrying a REBEL tag title belt
over his shoulder. The GAN smile and slap hands, circling the ring once, before getting in and posing with the gold

SHOE: Friendly peoples, sexy ladies, awesome dudes of all types… Can you feel the LOVE tonight? The love… of the NEW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS OF THE WORLD?
Crowd pops!

SHOE: You know three months ago when REBEL Pro Wrestling contacted us, saying that they wanted the LEGENDARY Great Alaskan Ninjas, the team that won tag
titles on almost every continent, the team with more sex appeal than a clubbed baby seal, the team that tore up the indies and the nationals for the first
part of this century, I gotta tell you the truth: For a minute, I wasn’t sure we were up to it. Wasn’t sure we could reconnect the old mojometer for maximum
moj and once again win gold, once again prove that we ARE the Best of the Best!

Well, we stand before you here tonight perhaps not the winners of a tournament to claim that, but we stand before the undisputed REBEL Pro World Tag Team
Champions! And boy does it feel sexsational, don’t it Inferno?

Shoe passes the microphone off to his groovy partner. Inferno grins huge, eyes twinkling with just a hint of insanity, the fans chanting his name. Some
ladies sigh.

INFERNO: LENOIR! NORTH CAROLINA! YOU’RE SMASHING, BABY! HAHAHAHA!

Hometown pop!

INFERNO: Tag! Team! Gold! Around my waist ONCE again, around the waists of the grooviest tag team to hit REBEL Pro since — there’s never been a tag team
as groovy OR smashing as the Great Alaskan Ninja, yeah, baby! We came here to win tag team told and we did exactly what we said we would do. We are the
champions, ladies and gentlemen. There’s only one bloody problem…

Shoe and the crowd look at Inferno in confusion.

INFERNO: If you’ll just ‘ang on a second, guvners, see, I wasn’t really “conscious” when we won these shiny, sexy tag titles you see us with. Now ever since
last week I’ve been hearing something, something that kinda bothers the International Man of Hardcore. Shoe, tell me the truth, even if it hurts… is
it true that VINCENT BLACK came out and helped throw that loser Stone Zellor off the scaffolding?

The crowd, and Inferno, look at Shoe. They want to know. There is tension between the hetero lifemates. The Tag Titles are glorious, but the controversial
way Shoe won the match for his time… Shoe bites his bottom lip, and gives a deep sigh.

SHOE: What you’ve heard, friend, is true. Who the Hell is Vincent Black, God knows why, came out and helped me toss Stone off the scaffolding to win the
match.

Booooo. Inferno looks FURIOUS.

INFERNO: SHOE! You’re my BEST MATE, and I don’t blame you for winning the match AT ALL COSTS — but dammit, this isn’t bloody right! AND IT — NEEDS —
TO BE SORTED! HARDCORE ENTERTAINMENT! I KNOW YOU’RE IN THE BACK! BUBBA J YOU FAT SLOB! VINCENT BLACK YOU BIG SON OF A BITCH! GET YOUR BLOOMIN’ ASSES OUT
HERE SO WE CAN GIVE YOU WHAT YOU DESERVE!

The crowd and the GAN look to the entrance way, Shoe taking off his sport coat and throwing it down, Inferno yelling “BRING IT ON, LADS!”

“Reign of Terror” by Sabaton plays the crowd instantly turns to “hate.” They shower the duo emerging from the curtain with boos. Both BUBBA J and VINCENT
BLACK are in their ring gear, though wearing t-shirts as well. They have huge matches later tonight. But it doesn’t look like they will have long to wait
to kick somebody’s ass…

Hardcore Entertainment step into the ring, the GAN letting them in, ready to go! Black and Bubba stare down Inferno and Shoe! The crowd is raging “KICK
THEIR ASSES, KICK THEIR ASSES!” “GAN GAN GAN!” “DIE BUBBA DIE!”

THEY CHARGE!

AND

THEY

…high-five?

All four men break out into huge grins and slap hands, even a “man-hug” or two. The crowd looks on in confusion as Inferno grabs the microphone once again.
Shoe does the “outsider” point towards Bubba J as Vincent Black leans his immense frame over the top rope to spit on a particularly angry fan. Inferno
grins into the microphone, but it’s a different grin.

It’s… terrorizing.

INFERNO: HAHAHAHHAHAHAHA! You stupid bloomin’ dinner-mashers! You redneck hillbilly pieces of rubbish! You think that it was an ACCIDENT that Vincent Black
came out to help the Ninja? You think it was a MISTAKE? Do you think I’m bloody stupid and spent an entire week NOT BOTHERING TO ASK my tag team partner
what the ‘ell was going on? You’re a right bunch of fooking morons if that’s the case! But we already figured that out, didn’t we SHOE?

SHOE: Friendly peoples, sexy ladies, awesome dudes… and since Papa Rock & Roll doesn’t see any in the audience tonight, he’ll just have to talk to YOU
fat, out of shape, decidedly UN-sexy and UN-respectful chumps and chumpettes out there! Two months ago Inferno and I came to REBEL Pro Wrestling, because
we were TOLD it was one of the hottest independent promotions on the planet, one that pushed TAG TEAM WRESTLING as a main attraction, one that respect
the HISTORY of professional wrestling! Well, we got here and there sure were a lot of tag teams… too bad none of them were any good! But putting that
aside for just a moment, something else met us — the utter LACK of respect shown to wrestling LEGENDS such as Inferno and myself by management, by the
boys in the locker room, and especially from you pieces of crap FANS!

The crowd is still slightly confused, but they’re not confused about how to react. They are booing the hell out of the four men in the ring as the GAN continue
to spew venom.

SHOE: The competition we received? The Dark Market? The Foundation? Can you say “insulting?” Because that’s what we were, insulted. You fans, cheering for
people like… The Young Leons? You CHEER a stupid, ludicrous, mental midget… and his Mormon partner! Your former tag team champions, a cracka-ass cracka
that thinks he’s a black-man, and the worst export from Britain since Coldplay! Thank GOD they’re out of the picture! And the worst of them all… the
Time-Warp Duo. And you CHEER these men! You CHEER them! You have the best tag team of the double-zeros in your fed and you CHEER THESE OTHER TEAMS! We’ve
been treated like rookies! Like jobbers! Given no competition… no RESPECT… except for by ONE team, the team of the FUTURE… the only team in REBEL
Pro Wrestling to EARN our respect, the only team in REBEL Pro Wrestling that beat us, the only team in REBEL Pro Wrestling that is WORTH A DAMN… HARDCORE
ENTERTAINMENT, VINCENT BLACK and BUBBA J!

Bubba J is standing around, having stolen a beer from a fan sometime during all of the exchange and sips on it calmly. He goes for another swallow, but
realizes it is empty, he throws it to the crowd hitting an elderly lady in the head. He laughs uproariously at the look on her face he grabs the mic from
Shoe.

BUBBA J: It seems that these fans do lack a certain intelligence, I mean if I can tell they are not the smartest in the world then… chances are they aren’t.
I think it is a travesty that you two have been shortchanged in this company, but hell so has Hardcore Entertainment. The management here in Rebel Pro
lacks the intelligence of a retarded Reese monkey on Ritalin, giving me a shot at the world title, but not giving Vincent a shot at the Carolinas title?
Making you two great veterans fight for what you’ve gotten? If I were in charge, I’d give the great veterans what they deserved: respect, title shots,
and if there wasn’t any good competition, like there is in Rebel Pro, you’d get the week off.

Bubba J throws down the mic and heads to the guardrail where a fan just flipped him the bird; Bubba J grabs the fan, bending the offending finger back and
a breaking noise is heard around the arena. Bubba J climbs back into the ring, picking up the mic as Vincent looks on with calmness and the Great Alaskan
Ninjas just look on.

BUBBA J: Now, I’m probably going to get fined for that little display but who gives a damn right? We are the best here in Rebel Pro, let them fire us and
their little pissant wrestling company go belly up like most of the businesses are doing now. Fans… wrestlers… Don’t forget to visit the newest drinking
bar in Durham North Carolina when you get the chance. Inferno, Shoe, I extend two free drinks to each of you when you get a chance to stop by our establishment.
Bubba J walks around to where Vincent is standing, a smile on his face, he goes to hand the mic to him before taking it back.

BUBBA J: Vincent, kick Billy’s burnt and betrayed ass!

Bubba J then hands the mic to Vincent and walks back around to where Shoe is standing and they look on at the crowd.

VINCENT BLACK: Well, what can I say?

Apparently nothing as the crowd showers the ring with a crescendo of boos.

VINCENT BLACK: I don’t understand why you guys are all so upset. I mean, look in the ring right now! This is a collection of the best REBEL has to offer.
The man who redefined brawling, Bubba J, The Ragin’ Redneck! A fine collection of pure talent, Vincent Black! The only man I would agree to be the International
Man of Hardcore, Inferno, and his partner, who happens to be Papa of Rock and Roll, Shoe!

The crowd continues to boo wildly, and a few chats of “SHUT THE HELL UP *clap clap clapclapclap*” break out.

VINCENT BLACK: Just know this, REBEL fans and wrestlers. Chances are, when you’re looking at Gold in REBEL Pro, you’ll be seeing it around the waist of
one of the four men standing in front of you. We’ll end up making NAPW’s Dirty Money look like broke ass losers! Hardcore Entertainment. The Great Alaskan
Ninjas. An Army of awesome that’s about to blow your world to shit! Bubba J, show tonight you show Nick Everhardt what it’s like to get.. trashed.

Black hands the microphone to Shoe as the crowd gets louder and louder, showing their true distaste for what they are witnessing right now.

SHOE: You are looking at not only the two best tag teams in REBEL Pro Wrestling, hell, North America today… but THE best four wrestlers in REBEL Pro Wrestling,
period! From now on, no JOKES will get tag team title shots! No COMEDY LOSERS will main event REBEL Pro Shows! We are the elite! The top! There is nobody
who can touch us, and with that in mind, for the first defense in the Great Alaskan Ninja Title reign will be against the only team that deserves it…
at REBEL Underground, we will defend against HARDCORE ENTERTAINMENT!

I know these two men will try to kill us for the belts, and we’ll do the same to them… but that’s how we like it. That’s how you BECOME the best and STAY
the best! The tag titles will never leave the waists of HARDCORE ENTERTAINMENT or GREAT ALASKAN NINJA! Bubba J will BECOME the NEW REBEL PRO WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT
CHAMPION LATER TONIGHT! HARDCORE NINJA ENTERTAINMENT IS TAKING OVER! What can YOU DO, REBEL PRO WRESTLING?

INFERNO, BLACK, BUBBA: You can do *NOTHING*!

Shoe throws the microphone down. Inferno cackles maniacally. Bubba J hits a corner and makes the “belt” motion around his waist. Vincent Black punches his
fist into his hand, he’s ready to destroy Billy Kryenik later tonight. The crowd is booing terribly, some throwing garbage into the ring. With these four
men working together, what is in store for REBEL?

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The fans are buzzing. For the past five minutes, the ring crew have been stringing the ring ropes with strands of razor-sharp BARBED WIRE. There is no
doubting the stipulation for the next contest, but just who will be wrestling in such a dangerous environment?

JENNY JERSEY: The following Tag Team contest is set for one fall, and is a BARBED WIRE ROPES MATCH! Introducing first accompanied to the ring by Sir Timothy
Andrews… at a total combined weight of over five-hundred pounds, the team of John Q Law and MISTER AMAZING!

The crowd boos like crazy as the preening Mr. Amazing walks out to Prince, flanked by his bodyguard and business advisor. Mr. Amazing says “you like me,
you really like me!” Somehow he believes the fans think he is amazing as he does himself. However, he does not look quite so cocky when he gets to the
ring. He gulps and walks up the ring steps, wondering how to get in. John Q Law, wearing thick gloves, stands on the ring apron and holds the top and middle
ropes apart for Mr. Amazing to safely enter the ring. This just draws more boos. The boos turn to cheers as the Butthole Surfers pick up, with their track
“They Came In” …

JENNY JERSEY: And their opponents! Accompanied to the ring by RAVANGER, at a total combined weight of three-hundred

and nine pounds… Flippy McHighspot,
Johnny the Mormon Love Machine — they are the YOUNG LEONS!

Huge fan reaction as the Leons come out. Johnny holds his hands up as if to say no, don’t give me the glory, give it to above. Flippy looks confident, RAVANGER
looks grim as he leads his team to the ring, leaning on his cane. Flippy and Johnny each climb to the apron, then to the top turnbuckle from the outside,
avoiding the barbed wire ropes. Flippy simply drops down into the ring below, but Johnny does a back flip, landing on his feet. The crowd loves that. Johnny
smiles, but suddenly looks stricken. His eye has been caught by a Japanese man in the front row, the same one from last week. Who is this man and what
does he have to do with the Young Leons?

We don’t get to find out now, as Mister Amazing jumps Johnny from behind. Flippy tries to take over the large John Q Law, only to get clubbed down. Amazing
yells instructions to John Q Law as both bad guys grab their opponents for Irish Whips into the barbed wire ropes! The Young Leons each reverse, Mr. Amazing
and John Q Law head into the barbed wire… screeeeech! Like the Flintstones breaking, Amazing

and Law each brake to a sudden stop just before the collision.
At least momentarily. Too bad for Amazing that Johnny catches him with a picture-perfect dropkick, sending Amazing right into the barb-wrapped ropes! Amazing
screams in pain as he catches his arms, chest, thighs. Flippy hits a simultaneous dropkick to Law, but it doesn’t have the same effect on the big man.
Law turns around and wraps both hands around Flippy’s throat. He turns the situation around, simply lifting Flippy up with both hands to toss him into
the barbed wire… but Johnny is there with a running enziguri to the back of Law’s head! That stuns him enough for Flippy to fall down, and then Johnny
delivers another dropkick as Flippy executes a double-leg takedown! Great tandem offense, and what’s this? Flippy cinches up the legs on the big man, can
he do it?

CATAPULT into the barbed wire! John Q Law’s turn to scream. Mr. Amazing is back up, bloody already, he gets an eye gouge on Flippy and a thumb to the eye
on Johnny. AMAZING BACK RAKE! AMAZING BITE TO THE FOREHEAD! Mr. Amazing yells for the crowd to watch this, “it’ll be amazing,” and scoops up the lightweight
Johnny over his shoulder. Oh no, Snake Eyes onto the barbs — no! Flippy grabs a rear waist lock on Amazing, who still has Johnny over his shoulder. GERMAN
SUPLEX / INVERTED DDT COMBINATION by the Young Leons! What a move! John Q Law however, nails both men down and then helps Mr. Amazing up. They double Irish
Whip Johnny to the ropes — HE LEAPS UP! OH MY GOD, NO HANDS! His thick boot soles prevent any barbed wire damage as the crowd oohs…

IN GOD’S HANDS!

Johnny The Mormon Love Machine sails backwards, eyes closed, trusting his opponents will be there to “catch” him, and his faith is rewarded, taking down
both men with that big dive. Flippy is up! BENDING BACKBREAKER to Mister Amazing! Johnny is behind John Q Law, straightjacket

MORMON BACKPACK LUNGBLOWER on the big man!

Flippy sends John Q Law into the barbed wire, he’s a bloody mess, CACTUS CLOTHESLINE! Flippy showing some HARDCORE right there, taking John Q Law over the
top rope at the cost of his own body! In the ring, Johnny picks up Mister Amazing only to receive a low blow. Amazing starts choking his man out. On the
outside, Flippy sends John Q Law into the ringpost. Law is down and possibly out, when Sir Timothy Andrews strikes Flippy with his cane! He starts choking
Flippy with it against the ring apron… RAVANGER is there! Andrews lets go and tries to hit RAVANGER with his cane, only to be parried by RAVANGER’s own
cane! Shot to the leg! Head! Shoulder! Another one! Timothy Andrews yelps in pain, but RAVANGER isn’t through. He hooks his man with the cane… WHITE
RUSSIAN LEG SWEEP INTO THE GUARDRAIL! RAVANGER paid the price, but took Andrews out of the equation!

Meanwhile in the ring, Mister Amazing’s cheating ways are continuing to work against Johnny. Mr. A’s blood is everywhere, staining Johnny’s white shirt
profusely. Mister Amazing whips throws Johnny into the corner, then DRAGS HIS FOREHEAD ACROSS THE TOP ROPE! In a normal match that’s a burning, insulting
maneuver, but in THIS? Good God! Johnny has been ripped open! Mr. Amazing celebrates to a chorus of boos, raising his hands in the air — FROM BEHIND!
Flippy hooks Mr. Amazing in a rear waist lock. Johnny, blood pouring down, stands up… DROPKICK/GERMAN SUPLEX COMBINATION! Mr. Amazing is laid the hell
out, and it could be all over for him. John Q Law and Timothy Andrews are both down and out on the floor. Johnny wants to go for Lion Mauling, but then
looks again at the Japanese man in the front row. He has another idea, telling it to Flippy… who puts Mr. Amazing in a Tree of Woe in one corner! Johnny
leaps up to the next corner to where Mr. Amazing is, the crowd getting to their feet. He looks at the Japanese man… “We don’t need you, or him!”

DOOR TO DOOR! COAST TO COAST! VAN TERMINATOR!

Johnny lands hard himself, but Flippy pulls the limp Mr. Amazing out and puts him into the the DOWN TO EARTH! Johnny pulls himself up once more, once more
up to the top, and he comes off with a knee across Mr. Amazing’s exposed neck! Talk about Lion Mauling! Flippy makes the cover, ONE, TWO, THREE!

JENNY JERSEY: Here are your winners, YOUNG LEONS!

Referee Jimmy Johnson raises the Young Leons’ hands in victory with his gloved hands. The Young Leons bled tonight, but proved dominant over Mr. Amazing
and his bodyguard, who look a whole heck of a lot worse. A case had to have been made here by the Leons for a shot at the REBEL Tag Team Titles!

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Cuzin Zeke vs Mark Kingston

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Billy Kryenik vs Vincent Black

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“The Show” Chad Kurtis vs Mikey Massacre

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Main Event

JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner by pass-out, and still REBEL Pro World Champion, NICK EVERHARDT—*

Everhardt gets the pass out, right as Shoe steps through the ropes! The champion releases his hold and fends Shoe off with a big right hand! Here comes
Inferno, another shot! Shoe takes another one, Inferno eats a second, WHAM. The 350-pound Vincent Black with a big axhandle blow from behind puts the World
Champion down! Everhardt just wrestled a war, this is total crap! What beef does this alliance have with him anyways, they hate Time-Warp Duo and the Young
Leons! Everhardt staggers up, only to be clutched by Shoe for the ROCKSTAR! Inferno on the outside, tossing in steel chairs. Black shakes Bubba to bring
him around, Inferno’s tossed in a few chairs. Shoe grabs one

WHAM

Point-blank to the head of Nick Everhardt! Shoe unfolds the chair, and Vincent Black grabs the champion. Vincent Black’s been itching to hit this move on
somebody but hasn’t been able to in the past few matches… CRUNCH. He does now. THE NEW HOPE RIGHT ONTO THE OPEN CHAIR! Everhardt is done, the fans booing
and jeering the GAN and HE like crazy. Kryenik and The Show have already left for the night, there’s nobody to save Nick Everhardt… does he even have
any allies? What a beatdown on the champ.

What?

They’re not done?

Oh no.

Inferno has reached under the ring, and slides into the ring… a solid sheet of plate glass. The same kind the GAN tried to use in their Best of the Best
finals match against Hardcore Entertainment, the GAN trademark that Hardcore Entertainment used to their advantage. Shoe picks Everhardt up, Nick is barely
standing, BUBBA CUTTER! Everhardt is Trailer Park Trashed and he drops like a sack of potatoes. No doubt these four men would have loved to see Bubba J
leave here tonight as world champion, but it was not to be. Vincent Black has opened up the two remaining chairs, and placed the plate glass on their seats.
He puts Everhardt on top of the glass, enough of it is on the chairs to support Everhardt’s weight, Nick’s legs are dangling off the sides of one chair,
he’s helpless as Inferno goes to the top…

BACKDRAFT THROUGH THE GLASS!

Inferno rolls around in pain, but Nick Everhardt clearly, clearly took the worst of that. He rolls over, groans once, and doesn’t move again, his back shredded
by the shattering, broken glass embedded in his flesh. The crowd is at a fever pitch now, throwing beer cups, popcorn bags, everything into the ring.

“The International Man of Hardcore” Inferno. Vincent Black. “Papa Rock & Roll” Shoe. “The Ragin’ Redneck” Bubba J. Each of these men take a corner, raising
their arms high to the sky. There is a new faction in REBEL Pro Wrestling, and they have destroyed the World Champion! Good night!