UNPLEASANTNESS 01/05/2010

Unpleasantness
1-5-2010
Grady Cole Center-Charlotte, NC

(The scene is outside of the Grady Cole Center in Charlotte, North Carolina where we see REBEL Pro’s newest roster addition, J.T. Whiplash, wearing an
old Charlie Daniels Band T-Shirt, a black leather motorcycle jacket, cheap sunglasses, and acid-wash blue jeans with cowboy boots. He also has a bottle
of Pabst Blue Ribbon in one hand and a can of Skoal in the other hand. As we catch a glimpse of him, we see his forehead is lined with several scars over
the past 25 years of his career as he looks at the camera, spits some tobacco juice on the ground, and starts to speak.)

J.T. Whiplash: So… THIS is REBEL Pro, huh? Where all the big dawgs on the indy scene play at? I’m sure most of y’all are wonderin’ what brings this tough
ole’ bastard to REBEL Pro. Well, the truth is, I’ve been workin’ the indies all over the South over the last 25 years and honestly, I’m a-gettin’ bored
with it! I came here fer a challenge! I came here to fight the best in the business, young, old, or middle-aged. I don’t care if yer a fancy high-flyer,
I don’t care if yer a hardcore brawler, I don’t care if yer some technical ‘rasslin whiz-kid… I’ll take on anybody, any-time, any-where! I’ll put my
name on any dotted line at any time! I may be gettin’ up there in years and I ain’t no spring chicken no more, but I still got a ‘lil gas left in my tank
fer one more good run and if anyone’s got the guts or the spine to fight me like a man, then step up to the plate and find out what kind of middle-aged
maniac I really am. Just remember when y’all step into the ring with the “Wild-Eyed Southern Son”… yer steppin’ in that ring with a show-stoppin’, crowd-poppin’,
quick-thinkin’, whiskey-drinkin’, innovator, a real commentator-complicator, a rule-breakin’, earth-shakin’, son of a bitch! So REBEL Pro, if y’all got
somebody who wants to shut me up, I say don’t sing it… BRING IT! But just remember, like the colors of my beloved Rebel flag, J.T. Whiplash don’t run
from nothin’!

(J.T. spits out some more tobacco as he walks off in disgust as we fade out.)

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“The Oddities” hits up and there is a mixed reaction from the crowd as The Freak and Shut Down come out wearing their newest gift. The shirt says “Takin’
Out The Trash” on the front and on the back is a cartoon image of every roster member. Freak hops over the top rope as Shut Down steps over the same rope,
they don’t give a dang about the booing crowd.

JENNY JERSEY: At a total combined weight of five hundred pounds even, The Freak and Shut Down… THE FREAK SHOW!

“The Champion in Me” hits as Justin and Christopher limp their way out to the ring to the huge ovation from the crowd.

JENNY JERSEY: Weighing in at a total combined weight of four hundred and forty-six pounds, Justin Thyme and Christopher Samsonite… NITE THYME!

DING DING

ROB MARTINEZ: This doesn’t look good for the still injured and hurting Nite Thyme.

COREY TAYLOR: This promises to be brutalization personified, I for one can’t wait.

Justin steps through the ropes, hobbling to the center of the ring being followed by his parter and friend Christopher Samsonite. Right hand from Freak,
big boot from Shut Down sends them both down on the canvas. Freak picks up Justin, whip into the corner, Shut Down charges in with a big splash flattening
him in the corner. The crowd begins to boo a bit, as Freak slides outside of the ring. Shut Down lifts Samsonite into the air, slamming him down with a
huge gorilla press slam onto a steel chair that Freak has slid into the ring. Freak slides in a wooden table, and is laughing maniacally as he rolls in
a roll of barbed wire.

ROB MARTINEZ: Ah come on, they are hurt, stop this already.

COREY TAYLOR: Hurry up and destroy them! Injure them more! Break their backs!

Freak slides in a set of two by fours into the ring as well as Shut Down slams a right fist into Thyme’s face busting his nose open immediately. Shut Down
turns to Samsonite slamming an elbow into his jaw and causing teeth to go flying from the force of the impact. Justin and Christopher are getting the utter
hell beaten out of themselves for trying to come back way too soon. Shut Down lifts Thyme up, chokeslam onto the steel chair. Shut Down winds up, grandslam
into the face of Samsonite and blood immediately pours from the laceration on his forehead.

ROB MARTINEZ: This is carnage and Freak is wrapping barbed wire around the two by fours and table!

COREY TAYLOR: This is going to be great, they have mooched off of Gordon for too long.

Freak reaches into his deep pockets, he pulls out lighter fluid… oh no! He squirts the lighter fluid all over the table soaking it thoroughly. He turns
to Samsonite and Thyme who are laid out and bleeding, he douses them with the flammable liquid as well. The crowd is now booing heavily, thinking back
to the day when Sick Billy Kryenik was burnt so severely. Freak climbs to the top rope as Shut Down drops a lit match onto the table, the rush of the flames
is enormous!

ROB MARTINEZ: They won’t.

COREY TAYLOR: They will!

Shut Down tosses Thyme on the table and he immediately catches on fire as Freak and Shut Down laugh hysterically. Shut Down slams Samsonite onto the table
as Freak dives outwards.

ROB MARTINEZ: Swanton through the table!

Jimmy Johnson, disgusted, makes the count as ordered by Shut Down.

One.

Two.

Three.

DING! DING! DING!

JENNY JERSEY: Winners of the match, The Freak Show!

ICP’s “Oddities” hits back up as Freak and Shut Down slide out of the ring to the booing sounds of the crowd. Inside the ring EMTs are trying to put out
the burning wreckage that is Nite Thyme and the table.

ROB MARTINEZ: That was uncalled for.

COREY TAYLOR: That was great entertainment.

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Mac makes his way down to the ring in his scooter. His two star students follow behind. They help Mac, who is on crutches, into the ring as Mac takes the
mic.

MACCULLOCH: Good evening REBEL nation! Are we ready to see the future of REBEL?

“Heavy Metal Machine” by Smashing Pumpkins plays over the PA System. At the end of the aisle we see Michael, with his belt slung over his shoulder, accompanied
by RNR and an unknown masked man.

MICHAEL MASSACRE: I heard you say the future of REBEL and decided to make a guest appearance. Although, I don’t remember being scheduled to fight your
pathetic excuse of students.

MACCULLOCH: Mikey, what the hell are you doing down here? I said future not loser!

Michael stares daggers through MacCulloch.

MICHAEL MASSACRE: The name is Michael if you hadn’t heard and you did say the future of REBEL did you not? See I am the future of this company not a loser
like you suggest. See this?

Michael points to the belt on his shoulder.

MICHAEL MASSACRE: Is this the mark of a loser? I think not! No, it is the prize of a man who is going to rebuild this wretched place. I am going to start
tonight.

Mac looks puzzled.

MICHAEL MASSACRE: Go get ‘em!

Michael orders RNR and the unknown man down to the ring. Mac’s two students stand between RNR, the unknown man, and Mac. A few of Mac’s students sitting
at ringside jump into the ring to even up the odds a little. Within seconds the crew eliminates Mac’s students leaving Mac in the ring. Michael walks slowly
and methodically into the ring. He looks directly into Mac’s eyes.

MICHAEL MASSACRE: Looks like I do everything better than you. I beat you when your puny tag team entered the tournament. My students destroyed your students
without breaking a sweat. Now I am going to end your career permenantly!

The masked man grabs the crutches from Mac as RNR hold each arm steadying Mac. Then without any hesitation Michael clocks MacCulloch with the Championship
belt. The hit was so hard that he busted Macs nose and blood is streaming like a river down his face. Michael calls for another hit. This time he throws
down his belt in favor of a flurry of rights and lefts. An uppercut sends Mac to the ground. Michael now climbs to the top turnbuckle. He tells the masked
man to grab him a chair.

A loud roar from the crowd as Thomas Young starts running towards the masked man. He shoves the man into the ring post knocking him out. This distraction
gives Michael just enough time to jump down off the ropes and turn around to exchange pleasantries with Thomas. Michael backs up to allow Thomas in the
ring. However, Thomas counts everyone in the ring on his hand and shakes his head no! When all of a sudden a maniacal laugh blares over the loud speakers.
Oddities by ICP queue’s up and The Freak Show walks down to the ring. All of the wrestlers stare at each other as a full on brawl takes place. Security
starts pouring into the ring to break up the brawl. Michael, the masked man who is finally up, and RNR take this opportunity to escape to the back. Freak
Show and Shut Down help Mac to his feet. Mac extends his hand to Thomas Young as they shake hands. Mac has never been so glad to see his former opponents
as they help Mac back to the lockerroom area.

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JENNY JERSEY: This next match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the #1 Contender’s Cup!!!

The raucous REBEL crowd goes crazy as “The Monster’s Loose” by Meat Loaf blasts through the speakers!

JENNY JERSEY: Coming to the ring first, he hails from Wickliffe, Kentucky and weighs in at 320 pounds, ‘The Bluegrass Badass” Matthew Kurtis!!!

Kurtis comes out to a big ovation from the crowd, an ovation that quickly turns to a murmur of confusion. Kurtis is dressed in street clothes and is hobbling
down to the ring heavily favoring his left leg.

ROB MARTINEZ: It looks like the backstage scuttlebutt was right for once! Matthew Kurtis is indeed injured!

COREY TAYLOR: What the Hell is ‘scuttlebutt?’

Kurtis slowly climbs the ring stairs and gingerly enters the ring. A grimace with every step. He asks for and receives the microphone from Jenny Jersey.
MATTHEW: As some of you know, a few weeks ago I was involved in a motorcycle accident that resulted in severe injures to both the ACL and the patella inside
my right knee. After much consultation with the doctors I’ve been ordered to undergo major knee surgery that will put me on the shelf for….Well….For
I don’t know how long.

Kurtis tries to smile but fails. A look of utter frustration however finds its way onto his features.

MATTHEW: I won’t lie, this could very well be career ending. But if it is, I just want all of you fans to know I gave you people everything! I gave you
my body, my blood and my heart to make REBEL what it is today!

The fans start a loud “REBEL! REBEL! REBEL!” chant.

MATTHEW: I’ve talked to my brothers and I’m confident that despite me being on the shelf, they’ll continue to…..

Before he can utter another word, the strains of a guitar and the familiar voice of Rob Thomas hit the speakers!

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh for….I can’t belive this.

COREY TAYLOR: Yes! Finally the official debut of Chris Casino in REBEL! ROB MARTINEZ: Are you crazy? Matt Kurtis can’t even wrestle!

From behind the curtain steps a man who is quickly flooded with white hot hate. Chris Casino. The self proclaimed Future of REBEL. He’s dressed to wrestle
and heads quickly down to ringside sliding into the ring under the bottom rope.

MATTHEW: Figures you’d come out here Casino. You’re a sick excuse for a man.

Casino is on his feet and sneering at Kurtis. He saunters over to the near ropes and is handed a microphone of his own from the timekeeper.

CASINO: Hey Kurtis, can you do us all a favor and shut up already?

A very vocal crowd is now chanting “(BLEEP) You Casino! (BLEEP) You Casino!”

CASINO: This is all some pitiful excuse not to wrestle me isn’t it? You know what? who cares? Just gimmie my damn trophy, let gimpy here hobble his ass
out of my ring and allow me to conduct some business!

MATTHEW: Casino, if you don’t shut your mouth I plan on shutting it for you.

CASINO: How? By having Chad do it? He’s the only one of you hillbillies that’s worth a damn and that’s ONLY because I helped train him! Now if you’re not
going to wrestle, GET OUT OF MY RING!

Matthew looks at the crowd who is now voraciously chanting for the death of Casino and he offers a sad smile.

MATTHEW: I’ll leave Casino….

Casino smirks.

MATTHEW: Right after this match bitch!

With that the big man drops the microphone and lands a big right hand that staggers Casino! The crowd lets out a huge roar of approval as the referee rings
the bell!

ROB MARTINEZ: What the!? We’re having this match!

COREY TAYLOR: And remember this is a WRESTLING match! Casino only wrestles within the rules!

ROB MARTINEZ: Do you even know Chris Casino at all?

Casino is begging off as Kurtis slowly advancing on him. casino tries to kick the wounded leg of Kurtis but he gets caught! Kurtis spins him around and
delivers another bone jarring right hand! Another! A third right hand sends Casino staggering into the ropes. Matthew whips Casino off the ropes and takes
him up into the lights with a high back body drop! Casino is up in a heartbeat! Clothesline from ‘The Bluegrass Badass’ puts him back flat on mat! Matthew
gingerly drops down for a cover! One! Two! casino kicks out and starts yelling at the referee! Although you can’t hear him above the crowd noise it looks
as if Casino is yelling something about ‘Rules.’ Kurtis grabs for Casino but takes a thumb to the eye! Casino pulls the much bigger man up to his feet
and blasts him with a chop across the chest! The crowd, despite their hate for Casino, let out a ‘Wooooooooo!’ Another chop! A third! Matthew smiles at
Casino and levels him with a stiff right hand!

ROB MARTINEZ: What a huge shock if Kurtis pulls off the win here tonight! On one leg no less!

COREY TAYLOR: Come on Chris!

Matthew pulls Casino off the mat, shoots him into the ropes and gorilla presses him over his head before dumping him onto the mat! While Casino hits hard,
it’s Matthew who suddenly winces and hobbles away towards the ropes favoring his leg. Casino scrambles to his feet and rushes Kurtis. Matthew quickly slaps
a huge hand around the neck of Casino and signals for the chokeslam! The crowd roars and Matthew prepares to try and take Casino up when he takes a boot
to his damaged knee! Kurtis instantly releases the hold and staggers away from his foe. A chop block from Casino drops the bigger man to the mat and now
Kurtis is clutching at his leg is sheer agony! Casino is all smiles now as he shoves aside a concerned referee and drops a knee across the shin of Matthew
Kurtis.

ROB MARTINEZ: This is horrible! The referee needs to step in here and stop this before Casino can do any more damage to Matthew Kurtis!

Casino locks in a figure four and Kurtis fights to get to the ropes! The fans begin the stomp their feet willing Matthew to just stretch a little further
and grab the ropes but he’s dead center in the ring! Without asking, the referee calls for the bell and this match is done!

ROB MARTINEZ: Wait? What happened? Kurtis didn’t tap!

The referee confers with Jenny Jersey for a moment while behind him, Casino is getting to his feet looking confused himself.

JENNY JERSEY: Due to the referees decision that Matthew Kurtis could no longer reasonably defend himself……He awards this match to your winner, CHRIS
CASINO!!!

Casino jumps up and down as if he’s won the Nobel Peace Prize! He even hugs the referee who quickly shove shim away in disgust and checks on Matthew Kurtis.
The timekeeper hands Casino the #1 Contenders Trophy and Casino smiles like a child with a new toy.

ROB MARTINEZ: Well it might be controversial, but the referee did the right thing in stopping the match. Kurtis is already hurt and Casino was simply looking
to end his career! What an auspicious debut from the former NAPW Grand Slam Champion.

COREY TAYLOR: Oh boo hoo.

Casino grabs a microphone and holds the trophy over his head. The fans reward him with a shower of boos and some trash tossed at him.

CASINO: I did it you filthy hillbillies! Just like in NAPW, what I want, I get bitches! Now true to my word, I’m hearby cashing this ass ugly trophy in
for a shot at the REBEL Carolinas Championship next week!

With that Casino simply tosses the trophy to the timekeeper who almost drops it to the floor.

CASINO: Take a look you crystal meth junkies! You’re lookin’ at your NEXT Carolinas Champion!

Casino tosses down the mic sneers at Kurtis who is being treated to by medical personnel and leaves the ringside area.

ROB MARTINEZ: In just his first night with the company, Chris Casino shows why he’s banned for life in NAPW. What a low life.

COREY TAYLOR: Hey! That’s our next Carolinas Champion you’re talking about!

ROB MARTINEZ: ugh.

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“My Michelle” hits the speakers as from the back to a somewhat cold reaction, because of his being unknown, is Marcus Marion. He smirks to the crowd before
walking on down the aisle.

JENNY JERSEY: Being accompanied by Nicole Rhodes, he stands at six foot one inch and weighs in at two hundred and thirty-three pounds, he hails from Atlanta,
Georgia… MARCUS MARION!

The men in the crowd give googly eyes to the sexy Nicole Rhodes as she makes her way past then they decide her backside is nearly as lovely as well. Marcus
wipes his feet off on the apron before stepping through the ropes.

“Incredible Mack Anthem” hits the speakers as the crowd gives a big time cheer for the returning to the ring of Incredible Mack. He steps through the curtains
with his eyes locked in on Marcus Marion.

JENNY JERSEY: HHe stands at six feet eight inches and weighs in at two hundred and eighty-five pounds and he hails from Lamar, South Carolina… Incredible
MACK!

Mack slaps the hands on his way to the ring, never taking his eyes off of Marcus as he steps over the top rope and into the center of the ring.

DING DING

Mack asks for a test of strength in the center of the ring, mocking the smaller Marcus who decides to come in for a test anyways. Mack reaches out, but
Marion with a kick to the right knee, spinning around and kicking the back of the knee quickly as well. Mack hits down on his right knee and Marion slams
a forearm into Mack’s face that rocks his head back. Marion with a second forearm and a chop to the chest that gets no reaction from the crowd here in
the Grady Cole Center. Marion looks out to the crowd smirking at them as he brings his fist down on Mack’s jaw but Mack fires back with a right punch into
Marion’s midsection that folds him over. Mack up quickly wrapping Marcus up and sending him down with a neckbreaker. Mack hits the ropes.

ROB MARTINEZ: Neckbreaker from the big man takes Marcus Marion off his feet.

COREY TAYLOR: Wish it hadn’t snowed so that KKP could have made it.

Mack leaps into the air, coming down on Marcus with a big leg drop before he rolls up to his feet as he pulls Marion up with him. Forearm to Marcus’ throat
backs him into the corner where Mack slams another forearm shot into his face. Mack looks behind him as he whips Marcus into the other corner following
in with a big time Stinger splash that nearly flattens Marcus from the impact. Marcus stumbles out, shaking as he walks before he falls face first on the
canvas.

ROB MARTINEZ: Big time splash has Marcus reeling.

COREY TAYLOR: Give him time, this guy shows some major promise here in Rebel Pro.

Mack leans down pulling Marcus up to his feet, European uppercut to Mack’s groin following it up with an eye gouge for the normally illegal combo, but
since it is in Rebel Pro; it is as legal as a steel chair assisted headlock. Mack has one hand on his balls as his other hand holds at his streaming eyes.
Marion hits the ropes coming back with a running bulldog that sends him partway through the ropes with the distance he drug Mack down to the canvas. Marcus
gets up, back inside the ring, and mouths “This is a former World Champion?” before laughing as he stomps on the side of Mack’s face with the heel of his
boot. Mack struggles up to his hands and knees as Marcus delivers another boot stomp but Mack catches the foot. Marcus spins around delivering a front
toe kick to the top of Mack’s skull sending him back down to the canvas on his back. Marcus grabs Mack’s ankle, stomping away at his right kneecap with
speedy precision.

COREY TAYLOR: If he is unable to stand, his height means nothing.

ROB MARTINEZ: You’ll get no arguement from me.

Marcus steps over, locking in a figure four leglock on the six foot eight inch former Rebel Pro World Champion. Mack slams his fist on the canvas trying
to get the crowd behind him as he yells out that he will not submit here in this match, nor any match. He gets momentum going as he tries to flip Marcus
over to put the pressure on his legs and… he flips him over. Marcus screams out from the sudden and sharp pain before he releases the hold in favor of
crawling to the ropes. Mack is heading to the ropes as well and begins to pull himself up to a vertical base as Marcus Marion is doing the same on the
ropes. Mack turns around, sweat pouring off his face, he slowly walks towards Marcus who turns around to see the big man coming at him.

ROB MARTINEZ: This doesn’t look good for Marcus Marion.

COREY TAYLOR: Come on Mack, he is asking for a time-out.

Marcus drops down to his knees and is begging off from Mack, but the former Rebel Champ is having none of it as he slams a fist into the pleading mouth
of Marion. Mack drags him up to his feet, Irish whip into the ropes following it up with a Marcus Marion catch then gorilla press slam onto the center
of the ring.

CROWD: Mack’s Gonna Kill You! (clap, clap, clap clap clap) Mack’s Gonna Kill You! (clap, clap, clap clap clap) Mack’s Gonna Kill You! (clap, clap, clap
clap clap) Mack’s Gonna Kill You! (clap, clap, clap clap clap)

ROB MARTINEZ: The crowd getting into this match now.

COREY TAYLOR: They haven’t had much to cheer about, I mean who really cares about Mack?

Marion gets back up to his feet charging blindly for safety, clothesline from Mack sends him down to the canvas. Marion bounces back up to his feet trying
to escape as he begs off again, big boot from Mack sends him back down to the canvas. Marion’s back slams hard onto the canvas but here comes Mack again
with a big leg drop that squashes Marion’s throat on the canvas, Marcus begins to gasp for oxygen as he rolls over onto his stomach. Marcus gets up to
his hands and knees as Mack bounces off the ropes delivering a big time boot to the side of Marion’s face that rolls him over onto his back. Mack lifts
Marion up to a kneeling position, setting him up for a chokeslam, but Marion delivers another low blow to Mack that stops his offense for the mean time.
Marion hits the ropes coming back with a clothesline. Mack doesn’t go down so Marion hits the ropes again delivering another clothesline but again Mack
stands his ground. Marcus hits the ropes, but Mack charges this time to meet Marcus on the rebound with a clothesline of his own; Marcus adjusts in mid
motion to flip Mack over with an armdrag takedown. Marcus hits the canvas holding at his back and gasping loudly here in the center of the ring as Mack
is lying flat on his back.; Marcus gets up to his feet, wrapping Mack up with a Boston Crab and turning Mack over to add more pressure.

COREY TAYLOR: Tap you big idiot, tap!

ROB MARTINEZ: I didn’t think you were such a big fan of Marcus Marion in the beginning?

COREY TAYLOR: Are you kidding? He is a future champion here in this organization.

Mack is in the ropes almost immediately but Mack is using the ropes to pull himself up to a vertical base, the leverage he is obtaining causes Marcus to
break the hold and Mack falls to his knees as he holds onto the top rope gasping for some breathe. Marcus stumbles into the center of the ring before turning
back and heading for Mack to inflict more damage. The crowd points behind Mack

to warn him so Mack drops down holding onto the top rope as Marcus goes
over flipping to land on the apron. Mack sends him down to the apron with a clothesline that nearly decapitates him from the force of the move.

CROWD: Mack’s Gonna Kill You! (clap, clap, clap clap clap) Mack’s Gonna Kill You! (clap, clap, clap clap clap) Mack’s Gonna Kill You! (clap, clap, clap
clap clap) Mack’s Gonna Kill You! (clap, clap, clap clap clap)

ROB MARTINEZ: What a clothesline from Mack there.

COREY TAYLOR: It was a big one, something fishy there… could someone say… roids?

Mack leans over pulling Marcus up to a vertical base, hooking him for a vertical suplex from the outside to the inside of the ring. The ring shakes with
the impact as Marion sits up holding at his lower back in agony before rolling over to one side. Mack stalks over, both men giving it their all. Mack whips
Marion into the corner where Marion slams chest first into the turnbuckle. The padding falls down to the canvas as Marion flips over the top turnbuckle
to land shakily on his feet and walk clumsily towards the corner he is now facing(on the apron). Marion climbs up the turnbuckle, acting as though he has
no idea he is doing it, and diving off with a crossbody. Mack catches him slamming him down on the canvas with a chokeslam. Mack makes the cover.

One…

Two…

Thre

Kick-out!

ROB MARTINEZ: Marcus Marion able to roll that shoulder up just in time.

COREY TAYLOR: A bit of a fast count from Alan Stone there if you ask me.

ROB MARTINEZ: Too bad I didn’t.

Mack can’t believe it as he looks over at Alan Stone, but Mack pulls Marion back up to a vertical base wrapping him up for a belly to belly suplex. Marion
drives a knee into Mack’s groin before sending him down with a jumping piledriver. Marion holds at his back as he falls to pin Mack.

ROB MARTINEZ: The Revolutionary!

One…

Two…

Three.

DING! DING! DING!

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match… Marcus Marion!

The crowd boos as “My Michelle” hits the speakers and Marcus smirks at the crowd in the center of the ring. Marion slides out of the ring leaving Mack
there on the canvas but the crowd begins to boo heavier than they did for Marcus. Strutting from the back, carrying his World Title belt and followed closely
by his proteges is Michael Massacre. These three men meet Marcus Marion but Massacre pays him no attention instead choosing to keep his eyes locked in
on the prone form of Mack inside the ring. Marcus walks past as Michael orders Gabriel and Raphael to get in and destroy Mack for his insubordination and
overall fan loveability. Gabriel slides a table into the ring as Raphael slides into the ring to deliver stomp after stomp to the downed Mack. The crowd
is giving them hell for their actions.

ROB MARTINEZ: Come on, the match is over.

COREY TAYLOR: It looks like Mack’s career will be as well.

Michael takes another few steps closer as Mack is valiantly trying to fight the two men off. Mack is put on the table as Raphael climbs to the top rope.
The crowd boos even more as from the crowd Jer$ey jumps the barricade. Jer$ey slams the Golden Sweets into Massacre’s temple sending him down to the canvas.
The crowd cheers a bit and here comes Jer$ey into the ring. Golden Sweets to Gabriel, he spins around as Raphael leaps off the top rope. Golden Sweets
to the flying Raphael sends him backwards and out cold. Jer$ey turns to find Mack shaking his head trying to clear the cobwebs and all he sees is Jer$ey
holding the Golden Sweets and he gets pissed as the crowd is cheering. Mack rolls off the table but stops at the sight of Gabriel and Raphael lying there
unconscious. Jer$ey sticks his hand out to Mack who looks to the crowd for their opinion; they cheer wildly for Mack but are a little uncertain about Jer$ey.
Mack walks past Jer$ey without shaking his hand and steps through the ropes followed closely by Jer$ey as Mack motions for his former friend to follow
him backstage.

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***REBEL PRO YOUTUBE CHANNEL EXCLUSIVE***

We’re backstage in an old empty locker room as we pan around to a few areas, no one around. Finally in a corner, with a mic in hand sits Aeolus Wrath in
a black ribbed tanktop, his jet black hair brushed down almost completely over his eyes, a pair of matching cargo pants and black boots completing his
attire. He rubs under his right eye with his right index finger, then traces his face, rubbing his top lip with the same finger. He then raises the mic
to his mouth, the sound going out into the arena for the fans in attendance.

AEOLUS: “Try to forget me Rebel Pro, try as you might, I will always haunt you. I am the ghost, the spirit to which there is no cure. You treat me like
an animal Larry Gordon. You put me in a ring against some NAPW reject and I hit him so hard, I attack him with such fierce abandonment, that he is carted
away in a stretcher, still healing his wounds as we speak. I go home, I wait by the phone like an eager teenager for the prom queen, and yet nothing, no
words for you. No, let us be forced to watch such a glob of worthlessness like Randy Richter deface this place. Let us cater to those Curtises, in hopes
that they can reclaim the lost legacy of their family name. Let us allow Chris Casino, a man who hides behind a fake champion in a promotion up north,
bore us to seemingly endless tears. What about the obvious choice? Aren’t you forgetting someone Larry?

Wrath brushes his hair back, his brown eyes cold and cunning, looking straight at us.

AEOLUS: “Luckily, there is a solution to any problem faced in Rebel Pro, there is a quench to my thirst for blood and destruction, a satisfaction to my
hunger to hurt and maim people. You see I sat back here and watched a man, an old, beaten, battered, drug infested, washed up nobody, who has seemingly
begged and pleaded for a while now to be a part of this roster, request a match against somebody, anybody, because perhaps deep down this man, this J.T.
Whiplash, needs to test himself to see if he’s still got it. This man represents the filth of America, of this area of the nation, he is the epitome of
what not to do as a wrestler in this business. He should be in a rehab center. He should be in a hospital. He should be buried somewhere, forgotten and
unloved. The weak embrace this man like a hero. He is looked for a gift, a chance to feel the roar of the crowd, a chance to seemingly fight for his life.
Should I? Could I? Of course I will. I will accept your challenge Whiplash. You could say I am a perfect fit for the job.”

A flash of an evil smile. There are ill intentions on his mind.

AEOLUS: “You say J.T., that you don’t want anyone to feel sorry for you, and you know what, I don’t. I never did. When you mentioned my name once, I nearly
pissed my windpants, and no Whiplash, not out of fear, but out of supreme amusement. You are twice my age J.T. Battered, beaten, a mere shell of your former
self. You have come here in vain hope of making a name for yourself, and sure, all the rednecks with no lives, all the junkies getting high on anything
and everything, every jackoff who likes to sleep with whatever cheap whore they can find, they adore you J.T., they worship you. You are their own vision
of Jesus Christ himself. The thing is at Extreme Measures, I intend on driving nails into your arms and legs, and you can wear that crown of thorns, but
there will be no ressurrection for you. In two weeks J.T. I do the world a favor and end you before you can even begin here.”

Wrath drops the mic to the floor and exits the scene with a smug look on his face, the camera fixed on the mic, before fading to black.

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JENNY JERSEY: THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS SET FOR ONE FALL AND IS FOR THE REBEL WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP!

“COCKY!” The crowd goes crazy as Chad and Jono Kurtis make their way out!

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first the challengers! At a total combined weight of four-hundred and forty-five pounds, they are “J-KURT” JONOTHAN KURTIS and
“THE SHOW” CHAD KURTIS, BLUEGRASS EXTREME!

The cheers turn to boos as The Acacia Strain picks up — it cuts right into “Judith” by APC. The tag champs walk out to a mixed reaction, heavier on the
boos.

JENNY JERSEY: And now! At a total combined weight of five-hundred and seventy-nine pounds… they are the REBEL World Tag Team Champions, “THE SPADE” DUNCAN
ARIES and VINCENT BLACK!

ROB MARTINEZ: And Vincent Black is bringing some PLUNDAH to the ring, look at the contents of that wheelbarrow!

COREY TAYLOR: I see a staple gun, is that a light tube, who knows what’s in there!

DING DING DING

BEFORE BLACK AND ARIES CAN EVEN GET IN THE RING JONO AND CHAD DIVE OVER THE TOP ROPE ONTO THEM! The crowd goes batshit already! J-Kurt leaps onto the guardrail,
MOONSAULT onto Duncan Aries! Chad throws a stiff forearm at the huge Black, barely fazes him, so Chad leaps off the ring apron at him. CAUGHT. Black tries
to smash Chad into the ringpost but Chad gets out, knocking Vincent in! CONK. Kurtis yells for a chair

HUCK

CLANG

Right in the face of Black, who crawls into the ring. Kurtis follows, springboarding in with a lariat!

Still on the outside Jono Kurtis tries to hit a Tornado DDT off the apron, Aries blocks and nails a roundhouse kick! Jono sways, Aries grabs him and whips
him — over the guard rail into the first few rows! Fans get the HELL OUT OF THE WAY as Jono crashes into the chairs. Aries follows on, stopping to pick
a light tube out of Vince’s wheelbarrow. KER-SMASH. J-Kurtis bleeding like a stuck pig thirty seconds into this contest. Aries grabs a chair and blasts
Jono right in the face, knocking him down. Aries seems unhappy wrestling Jono, now he’s just slapping the back of his head! “How’s it feel to be the ‘loser’
Kurtis?” Aries just taunting Jono…

In the ring Chad is moving lightning-quick, jabbing and hitting Vincent with everything he’s got! Kurtis leaps off the top rope, SPRINGBOARD DROPKICK —
Vincent goes down at last! “The Show” doesn’t even waste time, he hits the ropes!

BEST!

MOONSAULT!

EVER!

ONE, TWO, BLACK KICKS OUT!

Chad rolls off as Black tries to get to his feet. He comes in for a CK FINALE — no dice! Black shows off his power and backdrops Chad up… but Chad
flips out and lands on his feet! Black turns around, SUPERKICK, that’s caught, Chad spun around TOEKICK. Black sets his man up for the NEW HOPE! FLIPS
CHAD UP —

CHAD COUNTERS BY FLIPPING OUT AND DROPKICKING VINCENT IN THE FACE! However, Duncan Aries has suplexed J-Kurt on the concrete and is heading back to the
ring. Kurtis with a series of blows, trying to knock down Black. Kurtis explodes off the ropes with a body press

CAUGHT.

SPINEBUSTER.

ONE, TWO, kick out!

Aries is back at ringside, he tosses the staple gun to Kurtis. Black grabs it…

KA-CHUNK

KA-CHUNK

KA-CHUNK

Staples right in the flesh of Chad Kurtis as the crowd winces! Aries has blood on his mind, he reaches under the ring and pulls out a table. He slides
that in, Vince taking the other end and setting it up in the corner. Meanwhile Aries is in the ring with a bag in either hand. He tosses one to the corner
as Black picks up Chad Kurtis…

Aries empties the bag.

THOUSANDS OF THUMBTACKS!

TWO-HANDED CHOKESLAM!

Chad Kurtis planted STRAIGHT into the tacks by Vincent Black! GOOD GOD. Black rolls away, he didn’t escape unscatched, but Aries gets the pin! ONE! TWO!
HOW THE HELL DID HE KICK OUT?

Aries lashes out with a martial arts kick on The Show, as Black gets back out. Black yells to Aries. Duncan shoves Chad into Vincent, who hooks his man
up for a SICK high angle belly to back suplex… assisted by Aries with a neckbreaker! Kurtis is covered, J-Kurt slowly crawling back to ringside!

ONE, TWO, KICK-OUT!

They can’t believe it! Black says enough of this shit and grabs Kurtis. He whips him into the corner table.. Chad tries to reverse! Black won’t go though,
so Chad hits him with an enziguri! Aries charges at Chad —

REVERSE STO!

BOTH MEN THROUGH THE TABLE… but Aries went FACE-first and took the worst of it! Meanwhile J-Kurt has gotten to the ringside, he’s digging under the ring
now? Kurtis trying to take advantage, almost fighting a one-man battle against the tag champs! He nails Black with a superkick, that staggers the big man.
Aries is still in the table wreckage as Chad gets behind Black…

STARMARKER

HOLY SHIT!

ONE, TWO, Black kicks out!

Chad rolls off, and J-Kurt yells BRO!

Oh my Gosh. Jonothan Kurtis has pulled out a LIGHT-TUBE AND BARBED WIRE COVERED TABLE. He’s set it up on the outside! J-Kurt rolls in, he and Chad pick
up Vincent Black… what the hell? They’re trying to SUPLEX THE BIG MAN OVER THROUGH THE TABLE! It’s not working, though, as Vincent reverses and suplexes
both men. Chad is down, but a bloody J-Kurt suddenly comes alive! Superkick to Black! Another! A THIRD! Black goes down! ROLLING THUNDER connects…

J-Kurt gets up, mugging for the crowd… and that’s a bad move.

Because Vincent Black is somehow, someway IMMEDIATELY up.

J-Kurt turns around — BOOT.

THE NEW HOPE THROUGH THE TABLE ON THE OUTSIDE. LIGHT TUBES EXPLODE AND BARB WIRE TEARS! Vincent Black stares down at the bloody, unconcious form of Jonothan
Kurtis… THE SHOW whips Black around! Unloading with righteous right hands on Vincent! He hits the ropes — ARIES. CHAIR SHOT TO THE BACK! Chad stumbles
forward as Aries quickly opens the chair up!

THE CULMINATION! THROUGH THE OPEN CHAIR!

Aries covers Chad ONE, TWO, THREE! It’s enough!

JENNY JERSEY: Your winners, and STILL REBEL Pro World Tag Team Champions… DUNCAN ARIES and VINCENT BLACK!

Aries and Black take their titles, as Chad Kurtis gave the fight of his life but could not overcome essentially a handicap match… and his little brother
is shredded on the outside. Here come the trainers to clean up this mess…

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“Screams of the Undead” oh yeah that song means the arrival of one man, former Rebel World Champ, former Rebel Tag Champ, and the man that is only one
certain win away from being the fourth Rebel Triple Crown winner…

JENNY JERSEY: Now introducing the former Rebel Pro Heavyweight Champion, he hails from Hollywood Florida, standing at six feet four inches and weighs in
at two hundred and forty-five pounds… THOMAS YOUNG!

The fans are giving Thomas Young much love as he makes his way to the ring and Thomas slides in under the bottom rope, springing to his feet and awaits
the arrival of Cuzin’ Zeke. Young doesn’t have to wait long as ‘The Theme to the Beverly Hillbillies’ hits the speakers and the crowd give a decent pop
as the Carolina Champion makes his way to the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: And introducing the Carolina Champion, he hails from Turkey Cross, Kentucky standing six feet six inches and weighs in at two hundred and
six-three pounds… CUZIN ZEKE.

ROB MARTINEZ: It seems that most of the fans have forgiven Cuzin Zeke for his FTC sins and are back on his side but I have to say Thomas Young seems to
be the fan’s favorite in this match up.

COREY TALOR: Who really gives a shit what these hillbillies think or who they like.

ROB MARTINEZ: These hillibillies as you call them are the way you have a paycheck.

COREY TAYLOR: So I have been informed

DING DING

Meanwhile inside the ring the action has already started as Zeke has taken a quick advantage using his strength as he has Young backed into the corner
hammering away at Young as the impact causes echoes throughout the crowd. Zeke is sending an early message that he plans on keeping the Carolina title
around his waist as he picks Young up and puts him across his shoulder and slams him into the turnbuckle. The fans are surpised by how fast of a start
Zeke gets Young in a bear hug as Young tries his best to get out of the painful hold.

ROB MARTINEZ: I must admit I am a little surpised at how fast Zeke has gotten on the attack here. I expect a back and forth match between these two.

COREY TAYLOR: I could careless, the fans here could careless or maybe it is I could careless about the fans. Anyway I would be at the snack bar if I wasn’t
told that I was no longer allowed to leave my position.

The ref is checking to see if Young is ready to give up but there is no quit in him as he continues to fight the pain finally he is able to knock the big
man off balance causing him to release the hold. Young falls to the mat but is quick to get back on his feet as Zeke goes for a clothesline but Young ducks
and slides to the mat taking Zeke’s feet out from under him. Both men are back to their feet quickly as the crowd is loving it as they go toe to toe with
each other. Zeke is trying to use his strength to his advantage again but Young manages to use it against him throwing him off balance and landing him
in the perfect position for a belly to belly suplex. The suplex took the wind out of both men as they have been going back and forth, back and forth but
Young seems to have came out on top as he climbs to the second turnbuckle and lands a elbow before making a quick cover as the ref makes the count…

ONE…

TWO…

No kick out with authority as Zeke just tosses Young off of him. Both men quickly back to their feet as they go toe and toe again as the crowd is on their
feet loving every minute of it. Zeke and Young continue to go back and forth both men giving it everything they got to walk away as the Carolina champion.
COREY TAYLOR: Damn can one of these idiot just pick up a freaking chair and end my misery by ending this match.

ROB MARTINEZ: Come on now Corey even you have to admit this is a classic match.

COREY TAYLOR: Boring that is what this match is. A waste of my time is what this match is. It almost makes me want to read Hogan’s autobiography.

ROB MARTINEZ: Whatever Corey you can say what you want but the fans sure are enjoying this match.

Zeke catches Young with a clothesline that knocks him to the mat and Zeke is quick to take advantage as he applies a cobra clutch but Young manages to
wiggle his way loose and once again both men find each other face to face going toe to toe and blow for blow. Zeke charges Youngs but Youngs side steps
the clothesline and surpises the champ with a ‘Young-cutter’ out of nowhere. This could be yet as Young makes the cover. The referee slides into position…
ONE….

TWO…

THR…

We have a new champ… no Zeke powers out once again. Young feels that the momentum is in his favor as he climbs to the top rope for a elbow drop but Zeke
is back on his feet and he catches, OMG, Zeke catches Young in the air and slams his body to the mat.

ROB MARTINEZ: OMG did you just see that. How is Young going to be able to get up from that.

COREY TAYLOR: Did I miss something?

ROB MARTINEZ: Never mind.

Zeke goes for the cover as the ref makes the count…

ONE…

TWO…

THR…

NO! Somehow Young manages to kickout! OMG! The fight continues as Young and Zeke are once again back on their feet. Both men tired! Both men breathing
heavily! Both men broken! But neither will give up. That is how bad they both want to walk away with the Carolina title and the fans are really getting
into it.

ROB MARTINEZ: Both men giving it their all here, either one could walk away with the title.

COREY TAYLOR: Wish they would already.

Collar and elbow but Zeke manages to throw a punch into the side of Young’s face backing him into the ropes. Young fires off the ropes with a right of
his own that backs Zeke up against the ropes and once again these two are trading blows in the center of the ring. Zeke’s size is starting to be a bit
of a disadvantage as he is wearing down a bit quicker than Young. Zeke throws a right hand and Young ducks under to spring off the middle rope with a kick
to the back of Zeke’s head that stumbles him into the center ring. Young hits the ropes again sending Zeke into the opposite ropes with a running knee
into his back. Young looks at Zeke.

ROB MARTINEZ: Shades of Death!

COREY TAYLOR: Oh, finally and I am impressed with that move.

Thomas hooks the leg to make the cover.

One.

Two.

Three.

DING! DING! DING! JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match and NEEEEEEW Rebel Pro Carolinas Champion… Thomas Young!

Young, who had been standing up, hits his knees as the referee hands him the title belt. Zeke pulls himself up, walking over to Thomas Young, he rips the
belt out of Young’s hands to look down at it. Young stands up, ready to fight Zeke off and regain his belt. Zeke looks up at the new Carolinas Champion
before holding up his hand and walking around to the back of Thomas Young. Zeke places the belt around Young’s waist, buckling the strap securely before
holding Young’s hand high in the air. Zeke rolls out of the ring and heads up the aisleway.

ROB MARTINEZ: What a show of sportsmanship from Zeke there.

COREY TAYLOR: He should have decked him.

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ROB MARTINEZ: Well folks, its time for the main event, for the coveted Rebel Pro World Championship.

COREY TAYLOR: You mean Larry Gordon sending some poor sap to the slaughter at the hands of our champ, right?

ROB MARTINEZ: Some may view it that way, but the challenger has really won over the fans in his stay here in Rebel Pro.

COREY TAYLOR: That’s because they see themselves in him, an ugly slob of a human being, ha!

JENNY JERSEY: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the Rebel Pro World Heavyweight Title!! Introducing first, the challenger…

“Eat It” by Weird Al fires up and through the curtain comes the rotund warrior known as Randy Richter. He’s wearing a black “Bigger And Badder In 2010”
t-shirt and shakes his hips and wiggles his belly for the fans who eat it up.

COREY TAYLOR: Our fans are not bright Rob, not at all. I mean, who cheers for such a gross looking specimen?

ROB MARTINEZ: Quite simply Corey, Randy is proof you don’t have to be the most appealing looking athlete and still reach the top of your profession.

COREY TAYLOR: So he encourages children and aspiring wrestlers to be obese fools? Fantastic.

JENNY JERSEY: From Charlotte, North Carolina, weighing in at 359lbs, he is RANDY RICHTER!!!

Randy enters the ring and jiggles his belly before taking off his shirt to reveal his traditional singlet. He tosses the shirt into the crowd and waits
in a corner, looking out from the ring in the direction of the curtain.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent…

As soon as “Heavy Metal Machine” by Smashing Pumpkins hits, before he even makes it out from the back, boos begin filling the air for our champion. He
flings the curtain back, the boos intensifying as he thrusts his arms to the air, both hand clasping tight his Rebel Pro World Title. Garbage like the
tops of plastic cups and half eaten containers of nachos fly, some hitting him in the back, but most just missing his face.

JENNY JERSEY: Hailing from the Seven Valleys, weighing in at 235lbs. he is the current Rebel Pro World Heavyweight Champion, MICHAEL MASSACRE!!!

With a look of disdain on his face for the fans as well as his opponent, Massacre slings his title belt over his right shoulder and finishes the rest of
his trek to the ring. In the ring, he shakes his head in disgust in Randy’s direction before scaling the near turnbuckle, once again declaring his supremacy
to the fans, who in reply yell at him and send some middle fingers his way. Massacre beats his chest a few times before his music fades.

ROB MARTINEZ: Our champion, as usual, not getting any love from the fans.

COREY TAYLOR: You think he cares? Not a chance. Besides, these fans are just jealous of the man’s success, because they know they’d never reach his level
of success if they were on our roster.

ROB MARTINEZ: Maybe, maybe not, but one thing is certain, despite his accolades, despite his intensity, Massacre is outweighed by over a hundred pounds
to his challenger.

Referee Alan Stone takes the World Title from Massacre, holding it up for both men to see, before then holding it up to the crowd, handing the belt to
the timekeeper, who hits the bell to signal the start to this match. The two men meet in the center of the ring, Massacre looking less than impressed with
his challenger. Richter does a dance, shaking his belly and stomping his feet, the crowd roaring with cheers and laughs. Richter then points to Massacre.
ROB MARTINEZ: It appears the challenger wants a dance off of sorts with the champion.

COREY TAYLOR: Oh come on, there’s no place for this nonsense in wrestling! I hope Massacre just ignores him. There’s no time for this.

Massacre nods his head and lets out a small chuckle, doing a dance that can best be described as a cross between Grandmaster Sexay and The Robot. Richter
smiles ear to ear and turns to the crowd, which is just enough time for Massacre to lay in a solid kick to the big man’s junk, bringing him to his knees,
major heat being radiated in the champ’s general direction.

COREY TAYLOR: HAHAHAHA! Oh my god! That was beautiful! It’s too bad Larry Gordon is too cheap and can’t afford instant replay on these monitors! Rob, I
think I’m going to piss my pants!

ROB MARTINEZ: Leave it to our “esteemed” champion to take what could have been a fun moment for the fans and turn it into dirty cheap shot!

Massacre mimics Richter and holds his own genitals, feigning howling in pain. He begins raining down shots on Richter’s head, even digging a thumb into
the big man’s left eye. Massacre wastes little time picking apart the larger Richter with Garvin like stomps to the legs of his opponent, as he then struggles
to lock in a Texas Cloverleaf. As it appears he’s going to roll Richter over, the big man uses his power to kick Massacre away. Richter rises slowly, using
the ropes for leverage, and Massacre is right there with some shots to the forehead. Seeing as its doing little effect, the champ hits the ropes and tries
a clothesline, Richter backing up a smidge. As Massacre hits the ropes again, we see a smile form on the face of the challenger, who catches Massacre and
drops him with a shattering spinebuster, driving all his weight down onto the #1 man in Rebel Pro.

COREY TAYLOR: That’s got to be like getting hit with a truck, and since its Richter, I’m going to add that its an ice cream truck!

ROB MARTINEZ: More importantly, that’s over 350 pounds crashing down onto the chest of the champion! I wonder if he’s got bruised ribs!

Richter rolls over and hooks Massacre’s leg for the cover.

ONE

TWO

Massacre kicks out at two. Richter brings Massacre to his feet but is met with a thumb to the same eye as before, followed by some kicks to the midsection.
Massacre, to the shock of fans, sets Richter up for what appears to be a powerbomb.

ROB MARTINEZ: I know the champion is a little off, but is he serious?!

COREY TAYLOR: Are you doubting the strength of our beloved champion?

To the amazement of everyone, Massacre gets the heavy Richter up, if only for a second, before gravity and weight laws take over and the enormous challenger
crashes down in a seated position on top of Massacre. Richter adds insult to injury by rubbing his big rump in the face of the hated champion, sending
the crowd into a frenzy. Richter gets up as Massacre, injured and embarrassed gasps for air, choking.

COREY TAYLOR: Are you thinking what I’m thinking Martinez?

ROB MARTINEZ: What’s that? A stupid move by Massacre trying to lift the challenger?

COREY TAYLOR: No, that fat ass farted in Michael’s face!

Massacre backs up into a corner, sitting down, Richter not far behind. Massacre is cornered, and he tries to use the ropes to climb up to higher ground,
but Richter backs up into him a few times. Slouched in the corner, Massacre looks out of it, to the delight of those in attendance. Richter backs up, and
like a freight train looking for the station runs across the ring, attempting to take out Massacre with a tribute to the late Umaga. Unfortunately, Massacre
rolls out of the ring, Richter crashing into the corner. Massacre sneaks up from behind and delivers a perfect low blow. He then hooks up Richter once
again for a powerbomb, giving the fans a double middle finger salute.

COREY TAYLOR: Yes! He’s got him this time!

Massacre once again gets Richter up in the air, but once again the weight of the larger challenger is too much and he comes crashing down on Michael, this
time Richter hooking both legs behind him for a pin.

ONE

TWO

THRE

Massacre just kicks out.

ROB MARTINEZ: We were just a half a second away from crowning a new champion!

COREY TAYLOR: Don’t be absurd Rob! That tub of lard, champion? Get real!

Richter drags Massacre into a corner and slowly begins climbing the ropes, the fans chanting the challenger’s name. Suddenly the cheers turn to boos as
Massacre’s boys Gabriel and Raphael make their way down the ramp, causing Richter to rethink his move.

ROB MARTINEZ: Now what are these two doing here? Can’t Michael Massacre, for all his talk, win this match without any help?

COREY TAYLOR: The only help those two are giving is moral support to their leader, nothing more.

ROB MARTINEZ: It sure doesn’t look that way, Gabriel on one side of the ring, Raphael behind Richter outside the ring. These two look ready to pounce.
Wait a second, here comes some help for the challenger!

Indeed, a stir in the crowd comes from the emergence of Thomas Young and Cuzin Zeke. They jump over the barricade and immediately dart in two separate
directions taking on Gabriel and Raphael. Pleased, Richter turns his attention back to Massacre, who unfortunately has been up for a few moments watching
the latest events go down, and he’s not unarmed.

WHACK!

A blast from a steel chair to one of Richter’s tree trunk legs. This is followed by two more equally devastating shots to the same leg, Richter howling
in pain. Massacre now looks to the same corner where Richter was set to climb and begins ascending it, steel chair still in hand. Massacre flies off, to
the dismay of Richter’s fans, crashing down with his body and steel chair to the chest of the challenger. Totally unnecessary, perhaps just to amuse himself
by humiliating the big man, Massacre goes for the cover, positioning his legs on the ropes for extra leverage.

ONE

TWO

THREE!

COREY TAYLOR: Yes! That’s the way champ!

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of this bout, and STILL Rebel Pro World Heavyweight Champion, MICHAEL MASSACRE!!!

ROB MARTINEZ: Michael Massacre almost lost his title twice in this match, and yet, due to the distraction of Revolutions and Revelations, his running buddies,
Michael Massacre is still the Rebel World Champion. (BLEEP) him! Now what is he up to?!

Michael still has that steel chair in hand and is whacking away at the right leg of Richter, time after time, the fans seemingly in shock as something
in the champion has snapped. Young and Zeke are still fighting Gabriel and Raphael in the crowd. Massacre has a sadistic and somewhat far away look in
his eye as he holds the chair one last time high in the air, crashing it down upon the leg of the fallen challenger. He tosses the chair violently to the
ground and picks up his World Title. He stands over the fallen Richter, his eyes closed, raising the title high in the air as the boos from the crowd are
deafening at this point, some fans even starting an “FU MICHAEL, FU MICHAEL” chant.

ROB MARTINEZ: Ladies and gentlemen, this is one of the most sickening displays I’ve ever seen here in Rebel Pro! Randy Richter is going to need medical
attention because of this…this madman we unfortunately have as our World Champion!

COREY TAYLOR: Unfortunately? I for one am proud to call this man our champion, and tonight, tonight he showed he’s sick and tired of facing chump challenger
after chump challenger. Larry Gordon thinks he’s funny having some fat, out of shape crowd pleasing hippo disgrace Michael Massacre’s legacy, disgrace
the World Title, well Michael showed just what he thinks of Larry Gordon’s joke.

ROB MARTINEZ: Like it or not, Michael Massacre is still our World Champ. For Corey Taylor, Jenny Jersey, and myself Rob Martinez… see you at Underground!
We are outta here!

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Credits

Michael Massacre(©) vs Randy Richter-Sir Nickolas

Duncan Aries/Vincent Black(©) vs Bluegrass Extreme-Ro the Crusader

Cuzin’ Zeke(©) vs Thomas Young-Kent the Legendary

Incredible Mack vs Marcus Marion-Bean the Plain

Matthew Kurtis vs Chris Casino-Brion the Extraoordinary

Nite Thyme vs Freak Show-Bean the Blind

Macculloch and Michael segment-Sean the Celtic/MJ the Brave

Aeolus Wrath segment-Sir Nickolas

J.T. Whiplash opening segment-Brody the Newcomer