WINTER BLAST 2010 02/02/2010

Winter Blast 2010
2-2-2010
Rebel Arena-Raleigh, NC
***Rebel Pro Youtube Exclusive***

{{In the parking lot area, a black Chevrolet Tahoe just pulled up onto the scene. As Jer$ey and Mack hopped out the truck with a serious look on there
faces. Jer$ey and Mack, walked into the arena heading straight towards Larry Gordon office.}}

{Jer$ey knocked as he gets in closer to hear an answer.}

LARRY GORDON: Who is it?

JER$EY: Jer$ey!

LARRY GORDON: Ah! Come on in.

{Jer$ey turns the knob, and pushes the door sort of hard.}

LARRY GORDON: Is there a problem!?

JER$EY: Hell yeah!

{Mack taps Jer$ey on his shoulder…}

MACK: Calm down man!

JER$EY: Yeah there is a problem.

LARRY GORDON: Well lets hear it.

JER$EY: What’s the deal with you adding more stipulations to the match?

LARRY GORDON: I just tried to make it fair enough for both sides.

JER$EY: Fair!!? Do you think the FTC deserved to be treated fair around here?? I don’t think so!

{Jer$ey looks at Mack!}

JER$EY: Do you think so Mack?

Mack shrug his shoulders… but Jer$ey cut him off before he can even speak.

JER$EY: The FTC is trying to destroy the entire company. Tearing guys up limb by limb. Cursing in your face, demanding sh(bleep)! And what do you do? Just
take…

{Larry Gordon cuts him off}

LARRY GORDON: I just take everybody situations serious. That’s what I do. Too be honest, Yung Mula doesn’t really deserve a Tag Titles shot. Yung Mula
haven’t defeated anyone to even earn a Number Contender Shot. But what did I do, give you a chance, just that fast. Is that fair?

JER$EY: Well… Yeah!

LARRY GORDON: Revolutions and Revelations, been together for a while now. Although they do disrespect me and the company, they are still a good tag team.
I can’t just do for you and not for them. You understand? Everybody deserves the opportunity.

JER$EY: Speaking of opportunities, what’s the deal on the Chad Kurtis situation? If Chad or Yung Mula loses, he doesn’t gets another shot?

LARRY GORDON: Once again, Jer$ey. Chad Kurtis had plenty of previous opportunities to become the REBEL World Champ. And once again, being the nice guy
I’ve booked him in World Title match! And like I said, if he shall lose Chad will never get another shot, as long as “Michael” is champ! Now I did not
say Chad can never get another shot. If someone defeats Michael for the World Title, then yeah… Chad may get another shot.

JER$EY: Alright Mr. Gordon, I think I’ve arrest my case. But later on tonight, Yung Mula will win. Chad Kurtis will become the Champ. Mack and I, will
become #1 Contenders. No if or buts about it.

LARRY GORDON: I can’t argue with your opinion, Mr. Jer$ey. But like I say, if Yung Mula lose. Chad…

{Jer$ey cuts him off}

JER$EY: Yeah, yeah! I get the point already. Lets go Mack.

{And Yung Mula exits.}

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“The Final Countdown” hits up as the fans boo The Phoenix, who walks smugly from the back, paying little attention to the idiotic rednecks in the crowd.
Phoenix is wearing a University of Carolina shirt and the crowd realizes this, they immediately begin to cheer.

JENNY JERSEY: From Orlando, Florida, he stands at six feet even and weighs in at two hundred and forty pounds… THE PHOENIX!

The fans are loving The Phoenix, until he steps past them because on the back of his shirt are spraypainted the word… “Sucks!” The fans are back to hating
this veteran immediately after their short lived tolerance. Phoenix steps into the ring.

“Screams of the Undead” blare to life in the speakers as the fans erupt for the former Carolinas Champion. Thomas bursts out from the curtain, pointing
a finger at The Phoenix in the ring. As he rushes past, the fans stick their hands out for a slap, Thomas obliges.

JENNY JERSEY: From Hollywood, Florida, he stands at six feet four inches and weighs in at two hundred and forty-five pounds… THOMAS YOUNG!

Thomas slides into the ring and Phoenix is there immediately on the attack.

DING DING

ROB MARTINEZ: Phoenix wasteing no time here.

COREY TAYLOR: As well he shouldn’t, Thomas took his eyes off of him for a second… the disrespect.

Phoenix with a stomp on the head before bringing down the foot a second and third time to stomp the cranium of Thomas Young. Phoenix brings him up, Irish
whip into the ropes, Phoenix takes a running start, clothesline takes Young down onto the mat. Phoenix stomps away on the cranium, trying to send Young
into crazy land here early. Young with a punch to Phoenix’s thigh buys him a moment as Phoenix rubs at the area that was punched. Young gets up to his
feet, shoving a fist into Phoenix’s gut doubling him over. Young with a swinging neckbreaker, but Phoenix with a counter into a neckbreaker of his own.
Yound is on the canvas, Phoenix hits the ropes. Baseball slide right into Young’s temple before he hooks the leg.

ROB MARTINEZ: phoenix working hard and fast here.

COREY TAYLOR: That is the way the best do it Rob, pay attention.

One…

Two…

Young throws his shoulder up, but The Phoenix is not bothered by this yet. Phoenix pulls Young up to his feet, Young with a lifted knee into Phoenix’s
midsection doubles him over. Young shakes his head, clearing it for thinking now. Young sets him up for a vertical suplex, but Phoenix with a low blow
before rolling him up in a small package for a pin.

One…

Young kicks.

Two…

Young is struggling.

Three.

DING! DING! DING!

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match and obtaining a shot at the Carolinas Title… The Phoenix!

Young rolls out of the ring, anger on his face at the surprise pin. Phoenix stands in the center of the ring taunting Young that he couldn’t get the job
done again.

ROB MARTINEZ: As per Mr. Gordon’s rule, Young will not be allowed to wrestle on the next show and instead will be suspended for one show.

COREY TAYLOR: Thank goodness.

ROB MARTINEZ: However, he can still arrive here, he will just be unable to wrestle.

The fans slap Young’s hands as he makes his way to the back, the fans show him that they still love him.

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“Dress Like A Target” hits up as the crowd somewhat cheers, but is mainly filled with boos as Krusty Kid Paul swaggers from the back. They respect his
status, but hate the fact that he used to represent NAPW back in the past.

JENNY JERSEY: From Kitchener, Ontario, he stands at six feet two inches and weighs in at two hundred and forty pounds, he is… KRUSTY KID PAUL!

Paul looks to the side, sneering

at the fans before he steals a Bud Light from a fan, guzzling down the alcoholic beverage then stepping into the ring.
“Simple Man” hits up and the redneck crowd explodes as from the back, being exxcorted, I mean escorted by Meghan Magnolia is J.T. Whiplash.

JENNY JERSEY: From Paint Rock, Tennessee, he stands at six feet three inches and weighs in at two hundred and forty-five pounds; being accompanied by Meghan
Magnolia, he is… J.T. WHIPLASH!

JT walks down the aisle, slapping the hands of those fans who stick them out for his particular handshake. JT sares into the ring, begging KKP to start
something right now. JT steps up the steps, turning to play to the crowd.

DING DING

KKP rushes forward slamming a fist into the back of JT’s skull knocking hiim down the steps. KKP is quickly through the ropes, boot stomp on the back of
JT’s skull has the man from Paint Rock on the defense.

ROB MARTINEZ: This isn’t starting off good for JT.

COREY TAYLOR: Nah, but it is a beautiful beginning to KKP’s match.

KKP unleashes rights and lefts on JT, but this has the opposite effect on JT as it wakes him up. JT with a set of rights and lefts back to KKP’s face has
the former NAPW star backing up and on the defensive. KKP swings a meaty right hand, JT ducks under the blow catching and tossing KKP into the ring steps
with a belly to belly suplex. JT pulls himself up as KKP is doing the same on the other side of the steps. JT dives over the steps, fists flying, but KKP
does the same and the two stand on the steps throwing rights and lefts into each other’s face with ferocity. The crowd is loving this exchange here with
the hardcore brawling, although no weapons have even been used yet. KKP with a thumb to the eyes has JT wiping them to clear them, KKP steps up onto the
top step, tornado DDT onto the concrete.

ROB MARTINEZ: KKP with a hard knock to JT’s noggin.

COREY TAYLOR: JT is unconscious.

KKP makes the cover, but JT thriows a right hand into his face as he goes to hook the leg causing KKP to realize that this is far from being over. KKP
pulls JT up to a vertical base, JT with a right hand into his midsection bends him over. JT with a three quarter facelock, stunner across the ring steps.
KKP rolls off the steps and onto his back on the concrete floor. JT picks up the steps, holding them high up over his head, he brings them down on Paul’s
face busting him open here, but JT has a trickle of blood coming from a small cut on his forehead as well.

ROB MARTINEZ: Both men busted open here.

COREY TAYLOR: Hopefully JT doesn’t have any diseases from that female he’s sleeping with.

Paul struggles up to a kneeling position, shaking his head as JT stands there delivering clubbing forearm blows to the back of his skull. Paul shoves forward
with his shoulder sending JT into the barricade. Paul gets up quickly, forearm shot sends JT over the barricade and into the fans. KKP picks up a steel
chair, swinging it down on JT’s skull to keep him down on his knees. Paul steals another beer, guzzling it down as well before breaking the bottle over
the back of JT’s skull sending glass fragments everywhere. Paul picks JT up, slamming his face into the barricade before dumping him unceremonously over
the barricade to the ringside area. Paul tosses a few chairs over to the ringside area for later use.

COREY TAYLOR: Paul preparing for later.

ROB MARTINEZ: These are two of the hardcorest men ever to step into Rebel Pro.

KKP rolls JT over onto his back, stomp to the face and his lip is now busted open. Paul picks him up, JT fires a right fist into his gut doubling him over
again. JT with a quick DDT takes Paul off his feet and sends his forehead into the concrete. Meghan rushes over, giving her man a swallow of his beloved
beer, this seems to re-energize JT as he shakes his head with adrenaline. JT up to his feet, Irish whip sends Paul into the barricade, JT follows in with
a clothesline that takes Paul over to the crowd again. JT with a knee into his face up against the barricade, a second, and a third. JT pounds his fists
right into Paul’s face, opening up wounds the hardway, with his knuckles and strength. JT pounds away before Paul sends him back with a shove and a snarl,
struggling back up to his feet. Paul charges, JT with a back body and the fans scatter as Paul crashes down on the chairs, but luckily no fans were hurt
in that exchange.

COREY TAYLOR: Did you see that elevation?

ROB MARTINEZ: Yeah, JT with a big back body.

COREY TAYLOR: No, I’m talking about that blond and how high her boo…

ROB MARTINEZ: Do not finish that statement.

JT falls down to one knee, the blood loss now affecting him. He gets back up, staggering a bit over to where Paul lays crumpled in the mess of chairs,
he pulls him from the wreckage. Ducking down, JT gets Paul on his shoulders in a fireman’s carry to begin toting him back to the ring. JT steps onto a
chair, helping him get over the barricade, Paul spins off his shoulders, DDT onto the barricade which flips him and Paul over to the ringside area. Neither
man is moving for a bit, referee Jimmy Johnson there checking on both men, but Paul begins to stir first. Paul on his knees, wiping the blood out of his
face, slinging it down on JT’s face before spitting on him and slapping the taste out of his mouth. JT doesn’t stir and Paul laughs as he makes a cover.
One…

Two…

Thr

JT gets his shoulder up and Paul can’t believe it, he simply can’t believe it. Paul snarls something as he pulls JT up to his feet, bulldog into the ringpost,
JT goes down in a heap. KKP drags him over to the announce table, scoop slam onto the table.

ROB MARTINEZ: Um… this doesn’t appear…

COREY TAYLOR: Be GOOD!

Paul with a piledriver through the table busts it in half, but JT’s skull may be busted in half as he is not moving at all here. Paul smiles as he rolls
off JT, covering him again, even hooking the leg for good measure as he looks cockily at Johnson.

One…

Two…

KKP isn’t cocky anymore as JT manages a shoulder up again, he manages to kick out again! Paul yells at Johnson to speed up and stop with the slow counts,
Johnson mimics counting on his hand. Paul gets in his face, but little does he know that JT has struggled to a somewhat kneeling position behind him. Paul
turns around… fire extinguisher to the face backs Paul up against the ring apron. JT picks the fire fighting paraphanelia up with him, swinging to connect
with Paul’s ribs sends him to one side. KKP is hurting now and JT is on the offense. Meghan is setting up a table, she is preparing for something and JT
nods his approval. JT with a clubbing forearm sends KKP back against the table, he is blinded still from the fire extinguisher spray. JT with a scoop slam
has KKP on the table, but he is fighting it. JT climbs to the top turnbuckle, holding his hands up wide in a victory pose. KKP gets up, but quickly rolls
off the table to prevent any move. JT leaps off the top turnbuckle anyways. KKP turns around, absently minded(blinded actually) facing Whiplash.

ROB MARTINEZ: Rebel Yell!

COREY TAYLOR: What is that disturbance about back there Rob?

Jimmy Johnson slides into position for the cover.

One…

Here comes Aeolus Wrath!

Two…

Aeolus Wrath is running, aiming for JT Whiplash.

Three.

DING! DING! DING!

Punt kick right to JT’s skull flips him over and perhaps out cold. Here comes Meghan to protect her man. Aeolus lifts her up easily, driving her through
the table with a spinebuster. Wrath with repeated stomps to JT’s face and skull keeps him out cold; Aeolus pulls something from his pocket.

COREY TAYLOR: What is that he’s got?

ROB MARTINEZ: It looks like a Confederate States of America Flag.

Aeolus is smiling as he pulls a set of handcuffs from under the ring, he locks JT from the top rope, making him hang there and watch. Aeolus takes the
flag, twisting it up as he pulls a small can of lighter fluid from a pocket as well.

COREY TAYLOR: That isn’t smart Aeolus, not smart at all… cool, but with this crowd…

ROB MARTINEZ: He’s lighting it on fire in front of JT Whiplash!

JT is pissed at this action from Wrath, but powerless to do anything about it. JT has to watch his beloved flag burn in front of his eyes as the crowd
begins to jump the barricade after Wrath. Aeolus wisely sprints down the aisle way and to the back as the Stars and Bars slowly turns to ashes at JT’s
feet. A fan stomps out the flame, but only a few strips and slightly larger pieces are left of this particular flag. A set of bolt cutters are grab, they
get JT out of his handcuffs, he snatches the flag from the fan. Holding it high above his head, he vows revenge and the crowd roars their approval.

COREY TAYLOR: Wrath got under JT’s skin a few weeks back, but he just built a dwelling there with that move.

ROB MARTINEZ: Not to mention, cementing the fans’ hatred of him.

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“Oddities” by the Insane Clown Posse laughs its way into the speakers as the crowd has a feeling this match is going to be violent, but actually they are
just waiting for some free gifts. Freak walks through the curtain, looking around before pulling something through the curtain like he is the one doing
all of the work. Freak has a harness around him and is pulling a heavy wagon that has… Shut Down on it? The big man is tossing out Aces of Spades that
have Duncan’s picture glued onto the card while he stands with Vencent Black on his back as though he is carrying him.

JENNY JERSEY: At a total combined weight of five hundred pounds, from Anywhere and Everywhere, they are The Freak and Shut Down… THE FREAK SHOW!

Freak continues to struggle to pull Shut Down to the ring, sweat pouring off his body until they reach the ring. Freak falls down, gasping for breath,
making quite a show of the effort it took as Shut Down yells at him to open the gate for him to step down. Freak bows before opening the gate and releasing
a red carpet that leads to the ring. Upon exiting the wagon, Freak is ordered to hold the ropes open as Shut Down steps through confidently. Freak rolls
under the ropes, kipping up to show laughter on his face. Freak looks up at Shut Down and both begin to laugh wildly at their mockery of the team of Aries
and Black.

COREY TAYLOR: This isn’t going to set well with Vincent.

ROB MARTINEZ: Too right you are.

“Carbomb” hits up as Vincent Black walks smugly from the back, one half of the Tag Team gold over his left shoulder. The crowd begins to boo heavily as
he snears at them, contempt and hatred in his voice and burning on his face.

JENNY JERSEY: From Glens Falls, New York, he stands at six feet eleven inches and weighs in at three hundred and forty-one pounds… he is one half of
the Rebel Pro Tag Team Champions… VINCENT BLACK!

Vincent isn’t bothered by the fact it is two on one until his partner comes out, he steps over the top rope to face off against Freak Show.

ROB MARTINEZ: Vincent exchanging big words with The Freak and Shut Down.

COREY TAYLOR: Unlike most here, he can back them up.

“Judith” hits up as Duncan rushes out from the back, another mixed reaction for the Rebel Pro star. The fans like Duncan, but he is just guilty by association
since he is teaming with Black, by his own doing or by being forced to do it. Duncan looks into the ring, his speed picks up a bit as he heads down to
stand beside his partner.

JENNY JERSEY: From San Diego, California, he stands at six feet three inches and weighs in at two hundred and thirty-eight pounds, he is the other half
of the Rebel Pro Tag Team Champions… “The Spade”… DUNCAN ARIES!

Duncan drops the belt, sliding into the ring before springing up to his feet beside his tag team partner.

DING DING

Black with a huge right to Shut Down, who rubs his jaw before throwing a right back at Vincent and the two biggest men in Rebel Pro are going at it. Vincent
with a right, Shut Down with a right as well, left from Vincent, left from Shut Down. Freak and Duncan with a collar and elbow, Freak turning it into a
hammerlock before changing into a side headlock. Duncan sends him into the ropes to break the hold. Freak flies across the ring, clipping Vincent in the
knee with a kick before he turns back around to catch Duncan with a spinning toe kick right to his temple. Duncan hits his knees, rubbing at his temple
as Shut Down levels Black with a running clothesline. Freak points to Duncan as Shut Down tries to lift him up, but Duncan struggles lifting a boot to
kick him in the thigh. Freak rushes over, Duncan with a boot to Freak’s face that stops him.

ROB MARTINEZ: Duncan fighting off both members of The Freak Show by himself.

COREY TAYLOR: Here comes Vincent and he isn’t happy.

Shut Down with a right hand and Vincent falls down? Shut Down looks stunned a bit, shocked even as he makes a cover.

One…

Duncan rushes over, to wait on the ropes? Is Duncan letting Vincent get pinned to show him something?

Two…

The crowd is silent.

Three.

DING! DING! DING!

JENNY JERSEY: Um… winners of the match and NEEEEEEEW…

“I’m A Rebel” hits the speakers as from the back comes Larry Gordon, shaking his head in disgust and his face red with anger. He has a live microphone
in his hand and brings it to his mouth.

LARRY GORDON: Hold it right there Jenny, there will be no belts changing hands here in this match tonight. You know something that really gets under my
skin?

The crowd waits.

LARRY GORDON: When people don’t respect a match. When people do something before a match. Sure Rebel Pro has no rules, but some people can’t let that be
all and have to do a little damage before a match to try and put things in their favor.

He looks right at The Freak and Shut Down. Vincent Black gets up, a bit shaky and Duncan turns to face Gordon.

LARRY GORDON: Nice imitation there, but I’ve just found the REAL Vincent Black back in his locker room bloodied and beaten, unconscious. Vincent has been
sent to the hospital for injuries sustained from a lead pipe shot… excuse me, repeated lead pipe shots to the skull from some unknown assailant.

Anger is brimming in his voice.

LARRY GORDON: Not to mention the fact that you have hired a Duncan Aries impersonator here as well. See, Duncan is a trained Martial Artist and a fairly
good brawler, but one fact remains the same about Duncan that brought this to my attention. Duncan, no matter whether he likes Vincent, whether he likes
the tag division or not, Duncan will do what it takes to succeed here in this business. I’ve been contacted by Duncan about certain issues pertaining to
the tag situation and am going to resolve it right here and now. But first…

He holds up a hand.

LARRY GORDON: Let me explain how I know this isn’t Duncan either. Duncan would not just stand on the ropes to watch the championship belt that he holds
go out the window. Like Vincent or not, Duncan has too much competition running through his veins to let that happen. So, while you are a near mirror image
to Duncan, you lack that certain quality.

The Freak and Shut Down are seeting in the ring.

LARRY GORDON: But Freak and Shut Down, you’ve done a pretty good deal for this company so, you will receive another shot at the Rebel Pro Tag Team Championships,
but after we crown new Tag Team Champions at our next show… Underground’s “Beat Down.”

The crowd roars its approval.

LARRY GORDON: At that show, Duncan Aries will face off against Vincent Black for the right to pick a partner of their choosing to become the NEW Rebel
Pro Tag Team Champions. Freak and Shut Down, after that match you will face whomever the champions are at… High Stakes!

The crowd roars again.

LARRY GORDON: Consider it a bit of a punishment for you pulling this little trick that you have to wait for your shots at the belts.

Larry turns, but stops before turning back, a smile playing over his face.

LARRY GORDON: I nearly forgot to tell you how I knew that this wasn’t the real Duncan from the beginning, nevermind the competitive nature.

He chuckles.

LARRY GORDON: Must be old age or I’ve got too much on my plate. Anyways, Duncan called me a day or so ago, saying that he may not make it because of personal
issues but he’d keep me informed. Well… I got a call from him about an hour or so ago and he told me that he couldn’t make it.

Another chuckle from Larry Gordon.

LARRY GORDON: Technology… such a wonderful thing isn’t it?

He turns to head backstage as “I’m A Rebel” hits the speakers much to the crowd’s enjoyment. After a moment, The Freak, Shut Down, the fake Vincent, and
fake Duncan make their way backstage as well.

ROB MARTINEZ: What a turn of events here.

COREY TAYLOR: Absolutely brilliant strategy by The Freak Show, too bad it didn’t turn out right though.

ROB MARTINEZ: On to our next match though, it should be a humdinger.

Two men jump the barricade, grabbing the Rebel Pro Tag Team championship belts from the table before Jenny has a chance to grab them for Mr. Gordon. The
two men lower their hood to reveal Krusty Kid Paul and Chris Casino as they walk backwards through the crowd, a smile on their face.

COREY TAYLOR: Is Dirty Money back?

ROB MARTINEZ: I’m not sure, but I do know that Chris Casino and Krusty Kid Paul have just stolen the belts, Larry Gordon isn’t going to be happy.

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From the speakers in all four corners of the arena…. The familiar tune of The Beverly Hillbillies blasts out… the crowd now looks towards the black curtain
at the end of the runway…and waits to see who comes thru….. a few seconds past, and finally the curtain rustles and stepping thru is Cuzin Zeke……he is
not dressed in his usual coveralls but instead in a pair of blue jeans and a t shirt that reads… “Help today…Help Haiti” he is carrying a donation box
as he comes to the ring… and as he passes fans reach out and put in what every they have….he makes his way to ringside, places the box on the ring apron
and now climbs in…. taking the mic in his hand… waving to the crowd.

ZEKE: “ Ya all knows that I been away for a few weeks, after my last match with them Freaks, I gots on a plane and heads off to Haiti…. I been down there
for a good parts of the past few weeks, and lets me tell ya they sure needs all the helps we can gives them.. So thinks hard and sees what ya can rustle
up…and sends it there way… cuz they sure needs it…!”

The crowd pops..and gives Zeke a big cheer….and some stand in the the place clapping and cheering for what Zeke has done… he waves to the crowd and now
motions that he now wants to say something more….

ZEKE: “Thanks for all the cheers…but I was only doing whats anyone would.. and I was down there representing all of REBEL, and all ya fine folks… but nows
I gots something to tells ya. While down there I had some times to think…think about wheres I am going here in REBEL… and wells I comes to the conclusion
there is only one place to goes… So lets me tell ya what I comes up with… what am I good at? Where am I the most effective? What has brought me the most?
Gots any ideas…??”

Zeke listens to what the crowd yells out… and smiles…!!

ZEKE: “ Wells some of yas got it right…. TAG TEAM… so here is what I was thinking… I gonna now focus again on that. Making my ways to the top of the pile,
making a name again for myself in that division. But I gots on big problem…. I aints got me a partner…so as of today… I am open to anyones, here in REBEL,
or elsewheres, like NAPW or where everys… to comes along and ask me to partners up…I wants to find the best fits to gets me to the top. I don’t cares if
we are friends, if we hates each others. Or maybes we never ever met… I just wants the best… so here is an open call to anyones in the world…. Gives me
a call… and lets climb to the top…. Ya can gets my number for the commish…. I am waiting for you to call… !

Zeke reaches into his pocket…and turns on his cell phone… showing he is ready for anyone… he hands the mic back..and climbs out of the ring… grabs the
donation box again and while making his way to the back.. fans again toss in bills and coins… finally he disappears just like he appeared out the black
curtain.

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ROB MARTINEZ: Coming up next is a match that has many a REBEL Pro Wrestling fan salivating with anticipation. For the first time in a REBEL Pro ring, we
are going to see “The Future” Chris Casino, lock horns with “The Revolutionary” Marcus Marion.

COREY TAYLOR: For once, I actually agree with you, Rob. Both of these competitors are two of the finest in REBEL Pro and I can’t wait to see them lock
horns.

ROB MARTINEZ: Let’s go ring-side to Jenny Jersey for the introductions.

“My Michelle” by GNR begins to play over the P.A. system as the fans buzz in anticipation at the arrival of Marcus Marion with Nicole Rhodes.

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is set for one fall contested under Pure Honor rules… it is for the REBEL Pro Carolina’s Championship…
introducing first… he hails from Atlanta, Georgia… weighing in tonight at two-hundred and thirty-three pounds… accompanied to the ring by Nicole Rhodes…
he is the challenger… “The Revolutionary”… MARCUS MARION !

Marcus sneers with disgust at the REBEL Pro fans as he walks up the ring steps, pausing to soak in the atmosphere for a moment. He then climbs in the ring
and paces back and forth in his corner like a caged animal.

ROB MARTINEZ: Marcus Marion appears to be primed and ready to go in this match. You can just see the intensity in his eyes.

Finally, Marion’s music ends as “Smooth” by Rob Thomas & Carlos Santana begins to play over the P.A. system, signifying the arrival of the REBEL Pro Carolina’s
Champion, Chris Casino.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent… from Las Vegas, Nevada… weighing in at two-hundred and twenty pounds… he is the REBEL Pro Carolina’s Champion… “The Future”…
CHRIS CASINO !

Chris Casino arrives to ringside, hoisting the belt high in the air for the crowd to see as he climbs in the ring, handing the belt to the referee. The
referee then holds the belt in the air for the crowd to see as the fans are on their feet in anticipation.

ROB MARTINEZ: The feeling here in this arena is absolutely electric right now. We are about to witness history tonight, and these fans in the REBEL Arena
will be a part of it.

COREY TAYLOR: I’m usually very biased in who I want to win, but in this match, I can’t pick sides as I like both guys.

The opening bell rings as Marcus Marion and Chris Casino walk up to each other in the middle of the ring, literally nose to nose. As both men are jawing
at each other for a moment, all of a sudden Marcus Marion delivers a slap to the face of the REBEL Pro Carolina’s Champion.

ROB MARTINEZ: Whoa! Not exactly a gentlemanly exchange there…

Chris Casino then nods his head as he rubs his cheek before landing a hard right hand to Marion, sending him back-pedaling on the canvas as the fans are
on their feet.

COREY TAYLOR: Now that’s what I call retribution right there!

As Marion gets up to his feet, Casino tries to lock in a Vertical Suplex, but Marion counters with one of his own, floating into a quick cover.

ROB MARTINEZ: Marcus Marion going for a quick victory here, One… Two… NO! Not this early!

COREY TAYLOR: I think he might have caught Chris Casino by surprise with that Vertical Suplex into a pin.

Both men get back to their feet and hook up in a test of strength. Both men lean into one another with Marion getting the early upper hand, with Casino
bridging his back to stay off the canvas. The champion then turns the table, countering with an arm-drag take-down. Marion follows up with one of his own.
Casino then goes for a head-lock take-down, but the challenger gets back up to his feet, shoving Casino into the ropes with a quick hip-toss. The champion
gets back up on his feet and both men go for a drop-kick at the same time, as both men scramble to their feet, staring each other down as the crowd cheers
that display of athleticism.

ROB MARTINEZ: Fans, what we just witnessed is why REBEL Pro is one of the top independent wrestling organizations out there. You won’t see athleticism
like that anywhere else.

COREY TAYLOR: I hope people in Orlando and Connecticut are taking notes right now… THIS is how wrestling should be!

Both men nod to each other as a sign of respect before they lock horns again. This time, Marcus Marion goes for a side headlock before coming down with
a Bulldog. Without hesitation, he locks in a Camel Clutch, leaning back to apply torque on the lower back of Chris Casino.

ROB MARTINEZ: Marcus Marion with an expertly applied Camel Clutch submission, but Chris Casino’s feet are too close to the ropes that time.

COREY TAYLOR: For those of you keeping track at home, that is the first rope break by Chris Casino in this match.

As the referee counts on the rope break, he gets to four before Marion releases the hold and holds up five fingers and shouting “I’ve got ‘till five!”.
As Marion whips Casino into the ropes, he sets himself up for a back-drop, but the champion spots it right away and hits a Double Knee Face-buster to the
challenger. Casino then hooks the arm and applies a painful Fish-hook submission maneuver, but Marcus Marion quickly crawls to the ropes to break the hold.
ROB MARTINEZ: Now both men have used up their first rope break!

COREY TAYLOR: We promised you people that this was going to be a match for the ages and it hasn’t disappointed so far.

Chris Casino picks up Marcus Marion in position for a piledriver, but Marion counters with a back-drop. He sizes the champion up and locks in a standing
Cobra Clutch. As Casino struggles and thrashes about for several moments in the move, he finally reaches toward the ropes. However, before he can get there,
he gets yanked down rudely with a brutal Russian Leg Sweep as Marion goes for a cover.

ROB MARTINEZ: Nice Cobra Clutch/Russian Leg Sweep combo by Marcus Marion, could that be it?

COREY TAYLOR: One… Two… NOPE! Casino manages to kick out!

Marcus Marion then applies a Rear Chinlock to Casino, trying to take the wind out of the champion’s sails. However, Casino is close to the ropes as he
grabs the ropes and the referee administers his five count. Frustrated, Marion breaks the hold.

ROB MARTINEZ: A little frustration there by Marcus Marion.

COREY TAYLOR: This is proving to be tougher sledding for the challenger than he figured it would be!

Marcus Marion then signals to the top rope. As he climbs the turnbuckles methodically, he goes for a top rope Guillotine Legdrop, but Casino rolls out
of the way, causing the challenger to land hard on his tailbone.

ROB MARTINEZ: There was no water in the pool on that one!

COREY TAYLOR: Marcus Marion went for too big of a risk there and it came back to bite him.

Casino then picks up Marcus Marion in a Double Underhook position before executing a Backbreaker out of it and going for another cover.

ROB MARTINEZ: Double Underhook Backbreaker there by the champion, could that be it?

COREY TAYLOR: One… Two… Th- WHOA! That was close!

ROB MARTINEZ: Close, but no cigar there.

The champion then hoists up the challenger for a Brainbuster Suplex, connecting it full force before transitioning into a Dragon Sleeper. Casino then adds
a twist to it by rolling Marion on his stomach into a Dragon Clutch as the referee asks Marion if he wants to submit. Marion’s feet are furiously trying
to locate the ropes as he gets his right foot on the bottom rope. The referee administers his five count as Casino lets go on the count of three.

COREY TAYLOR: Personally, I would have held on until four at least.

ROB MARTINEZ: Definitely a curious decision by the champion, but he may have something bigger in store.

Casino drags Marcus Marion to the center of the ring and goes to the top rope for an elbow drop attempt, but he misses as Marion rolls out of the way.
Both men are down as Marion has to use the ropes to pull himself up. The challenger then rakes the eyes of Chris Casino as he hits a stalling neckbreaker
over the knee. Marion then hooks the leg for another pin attempt.

COREY TAYLOR: He’s got him covered… One… Two… Th- HOLY COW! Casino kicks out again!

ROB MARTINEZ: These two are putting on a true mat-wrestling classic. The online newsletters are going to be raving about this match in the morning!

COREY TAYLOR: Oh my God, Hell just froze over! Twice in a REBEL Pro broadcast, I find myself in agreement with Rob Martinez!

Marcus Marion then picks up Chris Casino in position for a DDT, but out of nowhere, the challenger counters with a beautiful Northern Lights Suplex.

ROB MARTINEZ: WHAT A COUNTER BY CASINO! He’s got a One… Two… Thr- OH, SO CLOSE!!!

COREY TAYLOR: Listen to this crowd, they’re on their feet!

Marion quickly picks himself back up and eye rakes the champion again, this time hitting the DDT full-force. Marion then pushes Chris Casino into the corner
with some stiff knife-edged chops, the force of them causing the chest of Chris Casino to bleed as the champion cries out in pain.

ROB MARTINEZ: My God, those chops are brutal! Chris Casino’s chest is going to have Marcus Marion’s hand-prints on them for a week!

COREY TAYLOR: This is getting nice and messy now, just the way I like it!

Marion then props Casino on the top rope and puts him in position for a Super-plex. Casino tries to fight out of it the best he can, but some Marcus Marion
elbows to the ribcage give him the advantage as he Super-plexes the champion as the crowd is on their feet!

ROB MARTINEZ: What a Super-plex! But did that take all the wind out of Marcus Marion?

Marion slowly gets up to his feet, sucking for air as he locks in a Figure-4 Leglock on the champion, who thrashes about furiously, fighting the urge to
tap.

COREY TAYLOR: Both men are down to one rope break here, so they may want to use it wisely!

Chris Casino then lies down on his back to try and get some energy.

ROB MARTINEZ: Did Chris Casino just give up the ghost? One… Two… NO! He’s still in this!

Casino sits up for a moment and starts trying to turn the move over. Just as he’s about to lose strength, he takes a quick rest on his back to save momentum
for his next attempt.

COREY TAYLOR: He may want to be careful here! One… Two… He’s still in this match!

This time Chris Casino finally, slowly, but surely, begins to shift the momentum of the move. As both men are on their sides fighting for leverage for
a moment, they then roll back to marion having an advantage as they trade chops with one another. As they both are trading chops for several moments, finally
the champion hits a punch to the jaw, catching Marion off-guard enough to reverse the Figure-4 Leglock.

ROB MARTINEZ: My, oh my, how the tables have turned! Now it’s Marcus Marion in a world of hurt.

COREY TAYLOR: Come on Marcus, don’t lose like this! Not like this!

Marcus Marion is now in a great deal of pain. As the referee asks him if he wants to give up, Marcus’ hand starts to head down to tap, but he uses his
other hand to keep from tapping. Out of the corner of his eye though, he realizes he’s close to the ropes and grabs hold as tight as he can. This time,
Casino relinquishes the hold quickly as both men are absolutely winded at this point. The fans in attendance, start chanting “FIVE-STAR MATCH! FIVE-STAR
MATCH!”

ROB MARTINEZ: While I think that assessment by our fans remains tom be seen, this one has sure lived up to the billingm hasn’t it?

COREY TAYLOR: This has to be one of the better wrestling matches I’ve seen in a while! I don’t know if they’ll ever be able to top this!

The referee then begins his ten count.

One…

Two…

Three…

Four…

Five…

Six…

Both men finally start to stir as Marcus Marion manages to weakly pull himself to the ropes while Casino is on one knee.

Seven…

Chris Casino is back up to his feet as Marion is still struggling to get to a vertical base.

Eight…

Casino then moves in for the kill, but Marion grabs the arm and applies a very tight Fujiwara Armbar on the champion, screaming “TAP OUT! YOU KNOW YOU
WANT TO! TAP!” as Casino screams out in agony close to the center of the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: Fujiwara Armbar there by Marion and this could be it! It’s gonna take a miracle for Casino to reach those ropes.

COREY TAYLOR: What a match! For once in my life, I am utterly speechless watching this.

Casino, with great Herculean-like effort, slowly starts to inch his way toward the ropes, scooting as close as he can. With one final lunge, he grabs the
bottom rope and Marion is forced to break the hold.

ROB MARTINEZ: That’s all the rope breaks for both competitors and now, things are about to get a lot more interesting.

COREY TAYLOR: I’d be hard pressed to see how it can get more interesting!

Marcus Marion then picks himself up, gasping for air still. He then looks back as Casino, who’s holding his shoulder in pain as he whips himself off of
the ropes and Casino manages to connect with a Superkick out of nowhere as he falls on top of Marion for a weak cover.

ROB MARTINEZ: Superkick out of nowhere, this could be it! One… Two… Thre- MARION IS STILL ALIVE!

COREY TAYLOR: How is he managing to stay in this match?

Chris Casino then weakly picks up Marcus Marion in a Fireman’s Carry before dropping down into a Double Knee Gutbuster. The champion then goes for another
cover, still too weak to hook the legs.

ROB MARTINEZ: Another pin attempt by the champion… One… Two… Thre- NO! THIS ISN’T OVER YET!

COREY TAYLOR: They’ve thrown everything but the kitchen sink at each other. Something has GOT to give eventually!

The champion pulls at his hair in disbelief that Marion has given him this much of a fight. The champion then signals “It’s Over!” as he goes to the apron
in an attempt for a Springboard Frog Splash, but this time, Marion has him scouted and puts his knees up to block the move. Marion then gets a smile on
his face as he pushes Chris Casino chest-first into the turn-buckles. He then props the champion up facing the front row as Marion claps his hands together
to signal that he’s ending this now.

ROB MARTINEZ: All signs right now may be pointing to a new Carolina’s Champion!

COREY TAYLOR: I hate to say it, but I think Chris Casino has used up every trick in his book!

As Marion gets on the second rope, Casino fires back some desperation elbow shots to the side of the head before he hooks in the arms, spins off the top
rope, and hits a desperation Super Bankrupt V. 2.0 off the top rope as the fans explode with pandemonium.

ROB MARTINEZ: WHAT A MOVE! MY GOD, HOW DID HE DO THAT?

Chris Casino, with all the strength he can muster, falls on top of Marcus Marion as the referee makes the count.

COREY TAYLOR: That’s gotta be all! One… TWO… THREE!!! WHAT A MATCH!

Chris Casino, completely spent, rolls off the challenger and lies on his back completely exhausted and unable to stand as the referee raises his hand while
“Smooth” by Rob Thomas & Carlos Santana begins to play as the crowd starts chanting

CROWD: “THAT WAS AWE-SOME! THAT WAS AWE-SOME!”.

ROB MARTINEZ: For those of you watching, I can’t put into words what I just saw. Marcus marion has nothing to be ashamed of tonight. He gave everything
he had, but in the end, it was Chris Casino with the proverbial ace up his sleeve.

COREY TAYLOR: Wow… just… Wow. In all my years of announcing, I’ve not seen too many matches with this type of hype that lived up to the potential. For
nearly thirty minutes, these two just battled tooth and nail. I don’t think this is the last we’ll see of Marcus Marion, though. Mark my words, he’ll be
back.

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“Heavy Metal Machine” hits the speakers and from the back to an enormous amount of boos is perhaps the most hated man in Rebel Pro wrestling, Michael Massacre
and his New FTC. The World Championship is over his shoulder as he marches proudly in front of his group, making sure that they know he is to be in the
front and not behind them.

JENNY JERSEY: From The Seven Valleys, being led by the Rebel Pro World Champion, Michael Massacre, Raphael, and Gabriel… THE NEW FTC!

The crowd awards this group with garbage love, popcorn kisses, and nacho cheese hugs as they walk down the aisle towards the ring. Michael steps up the
steps as Raphael holds the ropes for his leader and World Champion, Michael Massacre.

COREY TAYLOR: Michael looking dominate early on.

ROB MARTINEZ: The match hasn’t even started yet.

COREY TAYLOR: And he has already outshowed… The Show.

A horn blares as a 1996 Chevrolet Impala SS drives through the back with “Bedrock” by Young Money playing through the Kicker twelve inch competition speakers.
The car is entirely black with twenty-six inch DUB Floaters, the rims that stay still as the car rolls forward.

ROB MARTINEZ: I think, Michael has just been upstaged!

COREY TAYLOR: Sorry, I can’t hear you over this cacofany of what is supposed to be music!

The women in the crowd, of all shapes, sizes, and ages get up and shake what their mama gave ‘em in front of their seats.

COREY TAYLOR: Some of those women should not be dancing!

ROB MARTINEZ: I hate to see her leave, but I love to watch her go!

JENNY JERSEY: Now introducing the challengers, the team of “The Show” Chad Kurtis, “Incredible” Mack, and “Young Money” Jer$ey… YUNG MULA!

The car continues to roll down the aisleway slowly before stopping near the ring steps. The first to emerge is “The Show” who plays to the crowd before
dancing a little bit to the ringsteps. Next comes Mack, who gets down with his bad self to stand beside Chad Kurtis, both men continuing to dance to the
groove. Jer$ey comes out last, shaking hands with a few fans as he breaks it down Yung Mula style for the crowd, he grooves to stand beside his Yung Mula
counterparts. All six men stare at each other, the look on Michael’s face is worth the price of admission. The car slowly backs up the aisle as a ringside
tech is getting the car out of the damage zone.

ROB MARTINEZ: We all murderers cause we killin’ time.

COREY TAYLOR: Stop it already!

Chad points to Michael as Jer$ey and Mack point to each member of Revolutions and Revelations. Referee Alan Stone calls for the bell and this match is
set to be under way.

DING DING

Chad and Massacre start off this contest, Chad with a headlock. Michael with a counter into the ropes that sends Chad running to the other side of the
ring. Michael charges in, Chad with a springboard back flip over Michael and a dropkick to his back sends him out of the ring early on. Jer$ey rushes in
to catch Raphael with a right fist to the jaw, but here comes Mack to take on Gabriel with his monstorous size. Chad takes a running leap, diving over
the top rope onto the rising Massacre that sends him down onto the concrete again. Jer$ey with a wristlock, but Raphael runs up the ropes flipping and
twisting out of the lock, delivering a kick to the back of Jer$ey’s head taking him down to one knee. Gabriel with a big right, but Mack with an equally
big right hand back to Gabriel.

ROB MARTINEZ: These six men are letting it all go!

COREY TAYLOR: A lot is on the line here Rob, alot!

Chad with an Irish whip into the barricade, but Massacre reverses sending Chad into the protective barrier. Chad’s back slams into the hardness of the
fan protection, but Massacre slams a knee into Chad’s face with fierceness that rocks Chad’s skull. In the ring Raphael has Jer$ey in the corner, right
hands to his face before turning to deliver a stinging slap to his chest that has Jer$ey wincing from the pain. Mack with a knee into Gabriel’s midsection
has him bent over in the ring. Mack with a clubbing forearm that sends him down to one knee, but Gabriel with a low blow gets him the advantage now. Raphael
with another knife edge chop, but Jer$ey catches the wrist, kick to Raphael’s ribs. Raphael winces from the blow, but Jer$ey has no compassion as he delivers
another and a third kick. Jer$ey with a swinging neckbreaker takes Raphael down to the canvas where he makes a quick cover.

One…

Michael pulls Raphael out of the ring, berating him for getting nearly pinned so quickly in the match. Raphael looks up, anger on his face, but who is
it aimed towards. Michael turns around, Chad is flying; Michael ducks. Raphael is ent to the ground by the flying elbow and forearm combo and Michael gets
up to his feet pointing at his head. Chad quickly springs up to his feet.

COREY TAYLOR: This match is all over the place with FTC dominating, as usual.

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh My God what a move!

Mack with a big over the shoulder suplex on Gabriel gets him the advantage back, but Mack is kneeling in the corner, breathing heavily. Mack gets back
up to his feet, shaking his head before starting a climb up to the top turnbuckle. Raphael is out on the concrete, but Massacre has a steel chair in hand
and climbing. Massacre takes a swing, but Jer$ey flies over the top rope with a diving shoulderblock that takes Michael out of the equation. Mack leaps
with a big time leg drop on Gabriel’s throat.

ROB MARTINEZ: What a leg drop!

COREY TAYLOR: They are clearly cheating.

Jer$ey pulls Massacre up to his feet, right hand, another, and a third has him up against the announcers’ table. Jer$ey with a forearm smash right into
Massacre’s mouth folds hiim over backwards. Jer$ey looks over his right shoulder before delivering a stinging slap and diving off to the right. Chad Kurtis
comes flying off the top turnbuckle with a bicycle kick right to Michael’s forehead that lays him out on the table Chad mounts Michael with rights and
lefts, a Lou Thesz press right on the announcers’ table.

ROB MARTINEZ: Whoa!

COREY TAYLOR: My partner of so many words, has finally ran out… thank God.

Mack pulls Gabriel up to his feet, fist to the face, but Gabriel fights back with a fist of his own. Jer$ey slides into the ring, but Raphael catches his
ankle to prevent him from getting in between Mack and Gabriel. Jer$ey with a swift kick backwards, but Raphael catches that foot. Jer$ey’s legs are on
either side of the ringpost and Raphael pulls back hard. Jer$ey’s eyes go wide in pain, but Raphael does the saddistic move a second time and Jer$ey is
gagging on the pain. Raphael points to his own temple as he notices Chad Kurtis destroying Massacre on the announce table. Raphael rushes over to help
Michael out.

COREY TAYLOR: Here comes reinforcement, in the form of Raphael.

Gabriel with a right hand to Mack’s jaw, but “The Incredible One” catches the thrown fist, boot to the gut of Gabriel. Mack with a lifted knee right into
his face busts open his nose and sends hiim down to one knee. Raphael is slammed into the concrete by a flying Jer$ey, who mouths the word “Cup” in his
face before pounding him with rights and lefts. Michael with a knee into Chad’s groin and a thumb to the eye buys him a momentary advantage. Michael rolls
Chad over onto the table before struggling up to his feet. In the ring Mack digs his knuckles into the broken nose of Gabriel before slamming a fist into
thesnout of Gabriel as well. Mack whips him into the corner, following in with a running forearm into the throat. Mack climbs up and the count begins as
he rains down stiff punch after stiff punch.

ROB MARTINEZ: Neither faction has the advantage all at once, these two teams are evenly matched.

COREY TAYLOR: On paper, but not in real life, this is not a sport of writing, but one of real violence.

The count reaches ten as Gabriel weakly shoves Mack off, but the former World Champ lands on his feet, charging in with another big knee. Mack lifts Gabriel
up, sending him down with a bridge suplex into a pin attempt. Alan Stone slides into position for the count.

One…

Two…

Gabriel manages to kick out as Massacre was diving off the table to try and save his World title. Jer$ey dives forward with a shoulder block to take Massacre
off his feet, but the current Rebel World Champion uses his momentum against him with a even flow DDT onto the concrete. Massacre gets up.

MICHAEL MASSACRE: That is how a real World Champ does it!

Michael turns around… big man plancha over the top rope sends Michael’s head into the announce table. Mack helps Jer$ey up, blood is trickling from his
forehead from the wound the DDT inflicted. Raphael with a shoulderblock to Mack’s knee folds him up like an accordian onto his back. Raphael with hatred
in his eyes slams a brass knuckled fist right into Jer$ey’s mouth sending him up against the ring’s apron. Chad Kurtis has gotten back to his feet, a bit
shaky, but still up to his feet. Michael is struggling back up as well, blood trickling down his back. Chad leaps from the table to the ring apron, up
to the middle rope, then delivers a roundhouse kick to Raphael. The RNR member ducks under the blow and Massacre delivers a facebomb to Chad Kurtis that
has the World Champ hopeful, out for the count.

COREY TAYLOR: The Innovater of Offense, just got planted.

ROB MARTINEZ: Great counter from Michael there, no denying that fact.

Michael gets up, shaking his head as he tries to clear the cob webs from his cranium. Gabriel gets up to his feet in the ring, blood pouring down his face
in a river of gore. Michael with a punt kick to Jer$ey’s skull that rolls him off of Raphael and onto his back. Michael rolls Jer$ey into the ring where
he is planned to be demolished beyond recognition. Michael whips him into the ropes, Gabriel with a lift and a Gorilla Press Slam onto his bent knee. As
he lays across Gabriel’s knee, Raphael hits the ropes, dropkick to the side of Jer$ey’s face. Michael climbs to the top turnbuckle, diving off with a Macho
Man style elbow onto Jer$ey’s face that hits him right in the mouth and causes blood to pour out of his mouth.

ROB MARTINEZ: It doesn’t look good for Yung Mula’s Jer$ey right now.

COREY TAYLOR: It didn’t look good for them before the match started.

Chad pulls himself up to his feet, scratches all over his face and chest from the concrete, he has a dazed look on his face. Mack is getting back up as
well, both hurry into the ring. Gabriel rushes over to take out Chad, but The Show delivers a thigh kick before swinging to kick him in the back of his
knee. Mack delivers a clothesline that takes him down onto his back. Raphael rushes over, Chad ducks under the clothesline attempt. Mack catches him in
a belly to belly, throwing him over the top rope and to the outside, Mack drops down to one knee, shaking his head. Michael looks around, worry beginning
to work its way across his face as Mack and Chad stare at him. Chad advances towards Massacre when the Rebel Champ is up against the ropes and the lights
go black.

COREY TAYLOR: What the hell?

ROB MARTINEZ: “I’m not sure, but I think the lights just went out.

COREY TAYLOR: Tell me that is not the Michael Myer Halloween theme playing.

ROB MARTINEZ: Now that you mention it, it is.

COREY TAYLOR: I just wet my pants, I am terrified of horror movies, but especially the Michael Myers ones.

ROB MARTINEZ: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

COREY TAYLOR: “It ain’t funny! (squeaky voice)Someone just brushed my armmmmmmmmm?!

He whimpers a bit as Dr. Lumas’ voice comes from the speakers, the music dying down a bit.

DR. LUMAS: “It is time Michael.”

The music reaches an extremely loud volume as the lights come back on and Michael is standing now in center ring, definitely away from the ropes. The Michael
Myers mask hangs on the turnbuckle by where Michael Massacre was standing and there is one in front of Corey Taylor as well.

COREY TAYLOR: Jesus! I don’t get paid enough for this!

Massacre is visibly shaken as he stares at the mask, Chad Kurtis turns him around. Michael tries to fight back, but one can tell he is visibly shaken still.
Mack and Jer$ey get Gabriel out of the ring and quickly follow him out to prevent him or Raphael from getting back in. The crowd boos as Uriel rushes from
the back, his big form lumbering down the aisle. Mack nods as he takes a run to meet him head on. Chad with a boot before locking Massacre up…

ROB MARTINEZ: CK Finale!

COREY TAYLOR: Hold me?

ROB MARTINEZ: Not a chance.

Chad makes the cover as Alan Stone slides into position.

One…

Two…

Three.

DING! DING! DING!

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match, Jer$ey, Mack, and the NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEW Rebel Pro World Heavyweight Champion…. “The Show” Chad Kurtis!

RNR pull Michael out of the ring, where they promptly begin to beat the hell out of him. Yung Mula look on, letting Massacre get what he deserves, from
the back walks Vincent Black to watch the proceedings as there is definitely no love lost among these two men. The crowd boos his presence, but he calmly
watches Massacre’s own students begin to beat him down. The lights go out again, the Halloween theme begins to play again.

COREY TAYLOR: Not again….

The lights come back on, Michael is gone, Massacre is gone and everyone is shocked. Well everyone except Uriel, Gabriel, and Raphael who are unconscious
and tied in the aisle. People look around, but are clueless as to what ahppened. Chad stands in the center of the ring as Black shrugs his shoulders to
walk to the back. Chad looks to Yung Mula and smiles as a man he recognizes hops the barricade, a bottle of liquor in his right hand.

ROB MARTINEZ: It’s Mac!

COREY TAYLOR: I’m… waiting for everyone to leave before I get up.

Mac slides into the ring, a smile on his face as he tosses a shot glass to Jer$ey, Mack, and “The Show”. They each smile as they hold out their shot glasses
for Mac to fill. Mac goes to pour a shot for Mack, for Jer$ey, before slamming the bottle right between “The Show’s” eyes sending him down to the canvas
in a bloody mess. Mac quickly turns to find Jer$ey and Mack already out on the canvas, a sleeping drug being put into their liquor shots. MacCulloch laughs
as he orders a microphone from Jenny Jersey.

MAC: Show, I saw you up in the NAPW. My brother apologized for his actions and still you snubbed him. It’s time for your wake up call!

Mac picks show up and nails him with the Celtic Burial. The fans start throwing stuff into the ring as the UBER Babyface goes HEEL!

MAC: Michael had to be eliminated, because he just can’t get the job done. It’s time for the real leader to take over this company. Welcome to my HARDCORE
HELL Chad. You will find out what it is like to disrespect a Celtic Legend.

The show fades to black as Mac is being bombarded with trash of all kind, a smirk plastered on his face.

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CREDITS

Yung Mula vs The New FTC-Bean
Chris Casino vs Marcus Marion-Not Bean, but Brody
Duncan Aries/Vincent Black vs The Freak Show-Bean Again
JT Whiplash vs Krusty Kid Paul-Bean once again
Thomas Young vs The Phoenix-Guess who wrote this one… Bean
Yung Mula opening segment-Greg
Zeke segment-Zeke