REBEL Pro Wrestling | North Carolina based e-wrestling

6:30 P.M.

The crowd is buzzing. We start outside where a small, and we mean REALLY small group is protesting the event. Who would do such a thing? THE CENSORSHIP AGAINST BAD STUFF! Steven Wylde. Ace Adams. Rosie "Sometimes Red" Cheeks. They have signs with HARDCORE written, with a circle and slash over it. The fans are booing them. Ace has a megaphone.

ACE: REBEL Management made sure we wasn't on the card. They told us to stay at home, and have warned that we will be removed if we go inside the building. They can't CENSOR US! We will get our message across!

Two rather large security guards come toward them and tell them to hand over the signs and megaphone. They do reluctantly. The crowd cheers as the security guards tear up the signs. We scan the crowd and see no kids. Everyone is old enough to drive a car, and watch an R-Rated movie without a parent! The crowd is wearing predominantly "LET REBEL REIGN" T-Shirts, with some NAPW shirts being worn as well. We go inside the building and see Ravager at a gimmick table selling his shirts, plus the newly released "PATH OF RAGE: BEST OF RAVAGER DVD." "The Show" Chad Kurtis is signing autographs, cause he is almost a home town boy. Mike Trey and Dr. Tittylover are selling T-shirts, ones that read: TITS AND ASS, A CHAMPIONSHIP COMBINATION!

The time ticks down, and we get close to seven. We then hear a new song play. Special for this event, AC/DC's "IF YOU WANT BLOOD (YOU'VE GOT IT)" and the crowd cheers. Out comes Jenny Jersey. She gets in the ring and out comes the announcers for the night, Rob Martinez and "Jack Attack" Jack Jones! They enter to cheers.

ROB MARTINEZ: WELCOME RALEIGH NORTH CAROLINA! This is the THIRD NAPW-REBEL SUPERSHOW! And tonight we have an interfed tournament.. tonight we crown the first ever KING OF HARDCORE!

JACK JONES: I have plenty of guys I'd love to see get maimed in this event!

ROB MARTINEZ: Well, you might just get to. Tonight we turned away FIVE HUNDRED PEOPLE! They have to buy the DVD and watch highlights on the internet. But the lucky fans who did get a ticket... You get to see, FLAMING TABLES! (POP) BEDS OF NAILS! (POP) Blood, sweat and PLATE GLASS WINDOWS! (BIG POP) And the main event is the finals, a NO ROPE BARBED WIRE STAIRWAY TO HELL MATCH! (BUSTED EAR DRUM POP) Tonight is for mature audiences, tonight is not for the weak of heart nor stomach.

JACK JONES: Tonight we watch REBEL and NAPW go to war for an event like no other!

ROB MARTINEZ: Tonight we find out who is hardcore and who is BEYOND HARDCORE! Tonight we find out who is indeed KING OF HARDCORE WRESTLING!

"SURPRISE! YOU'RE DEAD!"

The REBEL fans are on their feet for the first match of the evening. A mix of boos and cheers, but certainly a loud reaction, greet the big man Jake Phoenix as he heads to the ring in his traditional garb of dark jeans, black wife-beater, work boots and black fingerless gloves.

JENNY JERSEY: It's now time for the first round of the KING OF HARDCORE! The next match will be a 10,000 THUMBTACKS match! Introducing first from Fort Lauderdale, Florida, weighing in at 289 pounds and standing six-feet nine... "The Murder City Devil" JAKE PHOENIX!

ROB MARTINEZ: This man looks like he would kick you in the head if you so much as breathed in his direction. REBEL fans have seen Jake Phoenix before, when he and Tommy Deathrow defended the NAPW tag titles right here in North Carolina a couple months ago! I'm Rob Martinez, and tonight I am joined on color commentary by NAPW's own Jack "Attack" Jones.

JACK JONES: For one night, REBEL will have some class. Enjoy it while you can, Martinez!

ROB MARTINEZ: I'll enjoy it when you take your jackattackass back to Canada. But we've got a match to worry about. This man Jake Phoenix has to be a favorite in the tournament, but he's got a stiff challenge coming up...

Phoenix steps over the top rope, eyeing the long shallow box full of THOUSANDS OF THUMBTACKS in the middle of the ring. He looks to the entrance way...

FOUR CELLOS.

PATH.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent! From Brooklyn New York, he weighs in at 210 pounds and stands five-foot ten... He is "The Last Resort"... RAVAGER!

JACK JONES: Take a good long look at a real champion, Martinez, I know you don't see much of that down here!

ROB MARTINEZ: I thought you hated Ravager.

JACK JONES: I do, he's a tool, but compared to any of these REBEL retards...

Carrying a box of fun with him, Ravager heads to the ring in his wrestling gear, but he is conspicuously wearing a no-sleeve "NAPW" t-shirt. He stops outside the ring as Phoenix gives him an ugly, hateful grin. Ravager stares back with cold eyes. He slides his box into the ring and then rolls in, Jake Phoenix is all over him, there's the bell!

ROB MARTINEZ: Not going to be much wrestling tonight, these men are fighting to prove they are the hardest of hardcore, the King of Hardcore! This match is pinfall or submission, but you have to pin the man in that box of 10,000 thumbtacks to do it.

Jake Phoenix putting those heavy work boots to Ravager, who's trying to get up using the ropes. Phoenix hammers him... and picks his man up! He's going to the tacks with Ravager over his shoulders, Ravager slides off the back. Jake turns around and gets chopped hard, then punched right in the face. Ravager with another shot has the big man reeling, if he falls back he's going right into all those tacks! Ravager with another shot, Jake teetering WHAM. Phoenix just comes back with one soupbone that sends Ravager to the canvas. Boot to the RIBS, so hard that Ravager ends up on the ring apron after popping over the bottom rope. He's trying to get up again, WATCH OUT FOR PHOENIX --- CACTUS CLOTHESLINE OVER THE TOP ROPE!

Phoenix grabs Ravager and slams him against the guardrail. Ravager tumbles over into the front row, Phoenix stepping over the guard rail and driving his big forearms down across Ravager's back once again. "MOVE!" Phoenix roars and fans GET THE HELL OUT OF THE WAY. Grabs Ravager IRISH WHIP ALL INTO THE CHAIRS! It's a mess of steel and Ravager's body. Jake Phoenix comes in and grabs Ravager, another shot, then whipping Ravager back to the guardrail. The former NAPW champ leans back against the rail out of it, Phoenix charges with a big boot--- Ravager moves out of the way! Phoenix lands upper thigh and ball first on the guardrail, Ravager gets behind him and tries a short pick-up, dropping Phoenix back down on the guardrail the hardway. Not a lot of height but Phoenix is reeling, and Ravager grabs a steel chair WHIPS IT RIGHT INTO THE SIDE OF PHOENIX'S HEAD! Jake Phoenix slowly falls off the guardrail back to the ringside area as Ravager looks out to the fans and is greeted with a swell of cheers. Ravager holds the guardrail and leaps up DOUBLE-STOMP onto the chest of Jake Phoenix on the concrete!

ROB MARTINEZ: Jake Phoenix the biggest man in this tournament, he's the favorite of many, but you can not count Ravager out. He's beaten big men before!

JACK JONES: I give you my Jack "Attack" Jones LOCK OF THE WEEK: The winner of this match will win the whole damn thing! And outREBEL REBEL Pro in the process!

ROB MARTINEZ: Nothing against NAPW, Jones, but there are no wrestlers tougher in the world than here in REBEL Pro!

Ravager has Phoenix up and shoots him into the stairs! Phoenix hits with his upper thighs and spins over. Ravager rolls into the ring, glancing at the tacks. He grabs his box, though, pulling out... what kind of implement of destruction? What kind of devastating weapon? What object of horror?

Oh no.

Jake Phoenix rolls into the ring and stands up, unaware of the absolute terror he is about to be faced with. Ravager raises it high... and brings it DOWN across the face of Jake Phoenix.

JACK JONES: NO! NO! THE HUMANITY!

ROB MARTINEZ: I've never seen anything sicker in my life.

JACK JONES: THIS MAN SHOULD BE BANNED FOR LIFE!

Phoenix is on his ass, leaning back against the ropes... as Ravager holds up the hardcover copy of "CHYNA: IF THEY ONLY KNEW." He lifts it up again, crowd gasping in horror --- Phoenix kicks Ravager as hard as he can in the stomach with his long, massive legs. He grabs the book with a look of disgust and rips it in half, then grabs Ravager and literally THROWS Ravager into the corner. And here come the soupbones, big shots right in the head. Right, left, right, left, a flurry into the stomach, and now Phoenix starts throwing Vadar-like right hands at Ravager's face. Thud. Thud. Thud. The sound of his fists pounding into Ravager's flesh is sickening. Ravager's face beginning to swell up and color, and oh my, he's been busted wide open. Ravager's eyebrow is busted wide open and he sags in the corner. Phoenix pulls Ravager out and hits the GOOZLE --- Crowd GASPS ---

CHOKESLAM INTO THE PIT OF TACKS!

JACK JONES: OH MY GOD!

ROB MARTINEZ: This isn't a wrestling show, this is a night of butchery! Ravager is a human pincushion!

Ravager writhes in pain, screaming. He somehow gets up, turning around for the entire crowd to see thumbtacks embedded all across his body, his arms, the back of his legs, his ass, his back. His t-shirt didn't save him much. Ravager finishes his slow turn... and then gets his head knocked off with a sick big boot right to the face. Ravager doesn't go down right away, instead he just sags... and then slowly, awfully falls down. He's not in the box though. Phoenix picks Ravager back up, it's time for the TOMBSTONE. He lifts the dead-weight of Ravager up, here it comes --- Ravager's fighting! He slips behind Phoenix and leaps up onto his back, locking in the KATA-HAJIME! Wait a minute! Ravager trying to put the big man out, choke him out. Phoenix easily carrying Ravager's weight but his face slowly turning blue... he's down to one knee. Arms looking limp.

Then Phoenix stands up and leaps up and backwards. Crushing Ravager between himself... and the thumbtacks once again. Jake doesn't escape untacked, but he makes a pinfall out of it. ONE! TWO! THR---

SHOULDER UP!

JACK JONES: What? No, STAY DOWN! STAY DOWN! He'll only kill you more!

ROB MARTINEZ: How the hell did Ravager get a shoulder up?

JACK JONES: That's what my bookie --- I mean --- Phoenix wants to know!

Phoenix is standing up, wincing from some tacks embedded in his arms and shoulders, yelling at the referee. "You got to be (BLEEP)in' me." Phoenix shakes his head in disgust, then sets his sights back on the glittering body of Ravager. The white-collar assassin has rolled out of the tacks and is somehow pulling himself back to his feet. Phoenix stomps over and starts throwing soupbones. Ravager goes down and falls through the ropes to the floor. Phoenix is getting sick of this. He steps over the top rope and drops down, pulling Ravager up by the back of the t-shirt WHAM. Ravager swings a steel chair backwards that nails Jake on the top of the head! Phoenix stumbles back, then charges at Ravager only to be smashed in the head again. Phoenix's eyes cross, oh my, he could be out. Phoenix slumps back against the ring apron as Ravager tries to regain whatever strength he can. Ravager throws a chair in, then rolls back into the ring, going for his box of toys. What does he pull out this time?

A staple gun.

Phoenix has rolled back into the ring, Ravager meets him with a shot with the staple gun, then KA-THONK. KA-THONK. KA-THONK. Ravager has pounded staples into Phoenix's forehead! Another one. Ravager's just being brutal. He pulls PHoenix's head down ... headbutt! Into the stapled forehead of Phoenix! Another stiff headbutt, a third, and then Ravager tries to whip Phoenix to the ropes... reversed, Phoenix going to back body drop on Ravager INTO THE TACKS--- no, Ravager flips over with a sunset flip! His boots are in the tacks, but... HE GETS PHOENIX OVER! PHOENIX LANDS BACK FIRST IN THE BED OF TACKS, ALL SIX-NINE OF HIM! The back of his head hit the edge of the box, too. Ravager gets up, face showing all the pain, thumbtacks plastering his body and the bottom of his boots... he grabs the steel chair and puts it over top of PHoenix's. TO THE TOP ROPE... DIVING HEADBUTT ONTO THE CHAIR! Phoenix quivers, Ravager rolls around in pain, holding his forehead, he nearly knocked himself out... but Ravager is able to throw a tack-spiked arm over Jake Phoenix and the referee counts one, two, three, ow tacks are in my damn hand!

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of the match... Ravager!

Ring crew and trainers immediately hit the ring, dousing each man with water and bringing towels. The bloody bodied, bloody faced Ravager rolls out and staggers up the aisle with trainers on either side. Phoenix is getting up... he shoves off any help. Walks up the aisle on his own, bleeding from the hundreds or more of thumbtacks stuck in his body. And that's only the first match. Hope you have a strong stomach.

JACK JONES: ...and that's why I'm not allowed in South Carolina anymore.

ROB MARTINEZ: Well GOOD. We don't need your kind down here. What the hell is wrong with you?

JACK JONES: What? I thought you people LIKED marrying your cousins!

ROB MARTINEZ: You set up a Cousin-To-Cousin escort service! Screw you, Jones! We only marry our SECOND cousins!

Wow, things are getting heated at the announce team. So it's up to Jenny. The ring has been cleared of tacks and now several tables covered in spools of barbed wire have been placed around the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: The next match is a BARBED WIRE BOARD contest! Introducing first from University of Parts Unknown... at six-feet two inches and weighing 240 pounds... Professor P!

The masked, coverall clad Professor P comes out and heads to the ring. He has a 2x4 over a shoulder.

ROB MARTINEZ: Why don't you do your job and tell the REBEL fans who this fellow is?

JACK JONES: You're a job!

ROB MARTINEZ: Professor P looking to make his mark in NAPW. He's a newcomer but this could be his opportunity to make his name!

JACK JONES: You're a HAN---

ROB MARTINEZ: Only with your wife.

JACK JONES: You --- HEY!

P doesn't even bother getting in the ring. He taps the masses of barbed wire with his 2x4... then Nonpoint hits up and the fans get a lot more excited. He's bringing the Carolinas title belt over his shoulder and uncharacteristically wearing a shirt (His new "It's Good To Be King" shirt).

JENNY JERSEY: His opponent from Richmond Virginia... weighing 272 pounds at a height of six-foot five, the REBEL Carolinas champion Mark Kingstonnnn!

ROB MARTINEZ: Not even getting to the ring for this inter-promotional match-up! Professor P charging up the aisle to meet the Carolinas champion, which is not on the line here tonight I'll add.

JACK JONES: Good call, otherwise NAPW would win it and take it back to Canada, where it will infect Canada with Carolinianitis. I got it once from a whore--- lovely young lady.

ROB MARTINEZ: Why don't you just shut the hell up and let me call the match? I didn't ask for a partner tonight.

Well whatever it is, Professor P is wildly swinging his 2x4 and Kingston narrowly getting out of the way. Kingston grabs the title belt off his shoulder and swings it like a whip, cracking Professor P in the face! Of course the mask prevents things so P butt-ends it into Kingston's face. He tees off and bashes it across the back of Kingston's shoulders. Mark stumbles down the aisle... there's a barbed wire board between him and the ring! Professor P comes charging in and Kingston DROP TOE HOLDS THE PROF INTO THE BARBED WIRE! "AUUUUUUUGH!" Professor P is laid out in the barbed wire, trying to roll out wire pulls and picks at his skin through his overalls. Kingston has his title belt again, he uses it as a whip! He's whipping Professor P with the title belt as the man tries to free himself from the barbed wire.

JACK JONES: You call that man a champion?

ROB MARTINEZ: He's one hell of a champion and all-too-familiar with barbed wire after his wars with Dio Muerte! Professor P is being torn open by that demonic wired board!

P gets out, trying to pull himself up using Kingston as support. The champ beales P back into the ring and then picks up the board, sliding it into the ring. Kingston hits the ropes and takes P's head damn near off with a running big boot. P goes down, Kingston covers one, two, kick-out by Professor P. The Prof's overalls are marked red from the bleeding he's doing beneath them. Kingston wants to put this away, he scoops Professor P up to slam him onto the boards. P reaches out for the top ropes! He's trying to prevent it, we've got a struggle going on... P reaches back and claws the eyes of Kingston. He lands on his feet... then DDTs Kingston to the mat! Professor P picking the barbed wire board up... what the hell is he doing? SUPLEXING THE BOARD... ON TOP OF MARK KINGSTON!

Kingston twitches underneath the barbed wire. Professor P jumps onto the board, further doing damage. Good Lord. P then covers the board... he wants a fall? Referee shrugs and says what the hell, one, two, th---Kingston barely rolls enough to get his shoulder up. Professor P forcibly yanks the wire off of Kingston, tearing flesh away in the process. Kingston is pockmarked with red, one particularly bad gash on his bicep. P pulls the man up and sticks his head between his legs, he wants to powerbomb Kingston onto the tacks! Can he do it to the 272 pounder? He's trying... Kingston gets out at the top and lands in front of P! Big right hand. Return fire! They're slugging away in the center of the ring, a barbed wire board mere feet away and both men looking to get it! Professor P getting the better of the brawl, he hits the ropes for a big boot SPINEBUSTER! Kingston with a spinebuster right onto the ring!

ROB MARTINEZ: That may have turned the tide, now Kingston is grabbing the board again... no, wait, what's he doing? Mark Kingston is tearing a spool of barbed wire off the board! Only a few staples holding the barbed wire on the board there...

JACK JONES: What is he DOING?

ROB MARTINEZ: Wrapping his arm in barbed wire, Jones! Kingston's arm is wrapped in barbed wire! Off the ROPES --- THE RICHMOND LARIAT BARBED WIRE STYLE!

JACK JONES: HOLY HELL!

ROB MARTINEZ: That's gotta be all one, two, and three! Mark Kingston advances to meet Ravager in round two, but wow, how much of this kind of toll can any man take? Will survive to even become the King of Hardcore?

Trainers help Professor P out, torn and bloody. Kingston raises his barbed wire wrapped arm up high in celebration, then rolls out of the ring and heads to the back, met by trainers himself. This tournament is already taking its toll...

The raucous Raleigh crowd is still buzzing about the last match when to the shock of everyone in the building, the song "Smooth" by Carlos Santana & Rob Thomas eases through the speakers. People crane their necks looking towards the back, and they're not disappointed. Chris Casino and his wife are making their way to the ring, a smug look on both of their faces. Casino is dressed in a tailor made Armani suit while his lovely wife is wearing a slinky black dress that hugs every curve. Casino holds open the ropes for his wife to climb into the ring and then follows her. The crowd reaction is decidedly mixed for the NAPW Grand Slam Champion. Casino walks over to the ropes, takes a microphone from the ring announcer and addresses the crowd.

CASINO: Cut the music.

The music stops instantly and dueling chants race through the crowd. One chant is "Cas-In-O! Cas-In- O!" while the other is simply "(BLEEP)! (BLEEP)!"

CASINO: I know it's an honor to see a real athlete in this shithole tonight.

Now all the chants are negative.

CASINO: I'm sure all of you are wondering, why is Chris Casino here? Simple. As of noon today I signed a contract to appear in a limited number of dates for REBEL Pro Wrestling. Or as I like to call it, Ghetto Town Pro. At first I couldn't fathom how or why you people would pay your hard earned money to see this atrocious King Of Hardcore Tournament. But then it dawned on me. I'm in frickin' North Carolina!!! I'm in a state that's known for two things. Peddling cancer sticks and employing as many illegal aliens to work the fields as they can! Hell, it wouldn't shock me if half of the people in this crowd still have those big fifteen foot satellite dishes behind your trailers so you can pick up cable!

The crowd is hot at Casino now. As if he actually cares.

CASINO: I'm here to bring some class to this piss poor promotion. In fact, the next time you see me in a REBEL ring I'll be facing Captain Choke Artist Murcielago in a Pure Honor Rules match! I'd explain how that type of match works but I know that without a box of crayons and a pie chart you hillbillies are lost. Let's just say that your little hero is going to be schooled courtesy of the greatest technical wrestler in either NAPW or REBEL. Now, back to this stupid King Of Hardcore Tournament I simply have to say that I'm hugely disappointed. Disappointed by Bob Ravager. Ravager, I thought you were better than this. But as usual, you let me down.

Casino starts to say something else but the chants of "Shut The F**K Up!" are washing over him. Casino simply smirks at his wife and waits patiently for the crowd to loose steam.

CASINO: Classy. You're a classy crowd. I never thought I'd say this, but at least the dirty Canadians have more respect than you clueless bastards!

Casino catches his Canadian born wife giving him the stink eye. He shrugs and mouths the words "My Bad."

CASINO: Enjoy your crap-tacular tournament. My wife and I are headed back to Canada. Where the people love pure wrestling and the fans take showers on a daily basis. Which is sadly more than I can say for the lot of you.

Casino's music hits again and REBEL's newest talent heads out of the ring with his wife.

JACK JONES: REBEL just got 300 times better than before!

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh good just what we need. An egomaniacal Chris Casino on the roster. God help us.

Bailla Cassanova plays as El Rey de Corizones walks down to the ring, followed by his valet, Rose. He makes sure to give every fan around ringside a shake of the hand.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first! From Villahermosa, Mexico, weighing in at two hundred and forty-five pounds! Representing REBEL, he is El Rey de Corizones!

El Rey enters the ropes, and takes a look around. In the corner is a garbage can full of light tubes. At ringside, a long wooden board has light tubes strapped to it. Multiple chairs are littered around the outside, some with light tubes strapped to them. Rey's eyes are wide under his mask.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent in this light tubes match, representing NAPW! From St. Paul, Minnesota, weighing in at two hundred and fifty-four pounds! TOMMY! DEAAATHROOOW!

"We Fall! We fall!"

Deathrow enters, a mad look in his eyes, and a sick smile on his face.

JACK JONES: That's it! There's your King of Hardcore right there! Sir Thomas Deathrow, Esquire, he's the man that redefined hardcore wrestling in NAPW! He's going all the way in this tournament!

ROB MARTINEZ: And El Rey de Corizones has no clue what he's in for! A light tubes match? Against Tommy Deathrow? This is just unfair!

JACK JONES: Hey, if you're looking for someone to blame, you can keep searching! These are random matches! A random match that happens to fall heavily in Deathrow's favour!

Tommy Deathrow walks to ringside, and picks up a chair. He swings it lightly to check its weight, nods, and rolls into the ring. El Rey holds up his hands, Deathrow chuckles, and swings like he's a Colorado Rockies second baseman! El Rey manages to duck out of the way and wrap his arms around the waist of Tommy Deathrow. Belly to back suplex takes Tommy down to the mat and the chair falls out of his hands. Rey capitalizes, and follows up with a flipping moonsault! The crowd cheers! Rey pulls Tommy up and gives him a huge heart kick to knock Tommy into the corner!

ROB MARTINEZ: El Rey de Corizones is giving it his all here! And he's not using weapons to do it!

JACK JONES: He's from Mexico! What's he going to use, a pinata? He doesn't know how to fight a man with REAL weapons!

Tommy Deathrow is gasping for breath as Rey climbs the turnbuckle, grasping the arm of Deathrow as he goes to the top rope! Shades of the Deadman! He's going old school! He jumps off the rope to hyperextend Tommy's arm, but Tommy has grabbed a light tube and swings for Rey's gut. Smash! Filament and powder goes everywhere as Rey drops to the canvas, clutching his stomach. Rose looks on in horror as red welts appear on Rey's body. The crowd boos, but Deathrow is now in his element. He walks to the garbage can and pulls out two more fluorescent tubes. He swings with both, one on the front of Rey and one on the back. CRACK! And Rey falls to the floor in extreme pain once more.

ROB MARTINEZ: For the love of God!

JACK JONES: I know. You really can't stop Tommy Deathrow from dealing out pain. And look at all these light tubes! There's a LOT of pain to deal out!

Tommy Deathrow rolls out of the ring, picks up the light tube board and shoves it into the ring. He also takes a chair with light tubes attached to it and heads back into the ring. Deathrow shoves Rey into the corner, and lays the chair on top of him. Tommy stands in the middle of the ring, and runs, lifting a knee into the chair, which breaks the light tube right in the face of El Rey de Corizones. The crowd gasps and a "Holy Shit" chant starts. Tommy Deathrow looks out at the fans? "Oh, you want holy shit? I'll GIVE you holy shit!" He picks up the battered, bruised, bleeding Casanova, and drags him to the center of the ring. Rey is coughing up blood, but doesn't try to counter. He's way too screwed up. Deathrow picks up El Rey and powerbombs him!

Straight into the board full of light tubes. Frosted glass flies everywhere, and El Rey de Corizones is crying out in pain as a dozen new cuts open up. "HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!"

JACK JONES: I'm not a big fan of the Mexican guy here, but that? NOBODY deserves that!

ROB MARTINEZ: This is the most sadistic match I've seen in quite a while! Tommy Deathrow is a monster!

JACK JONES: At least you didn't have to put up with his graphic sexual escapades.

ROB MARTINEZ: Can't be worse than yours.

Tommy Deathrow looks down on his bloodied opponent. "It's over!" But intead of covering the King of Hearts, he takes the other chair and sets in down, light tubes facing up. He pulls El Rey out of the wreckage of the light board, and sets him up for a Deathrow Driver. El Rey is barely standing as Tommy tries to lift him up. But that's a bit of dead weight for the Superstar to lift. Tommy finally gets El Rey up, but out of nowhere, with every last bit of strength that El Rey had, he manages to flip over the head of Tommy Deathrow, and get him into a La Majistral Cradle! The ref drops to the ground! One! Two! Three!

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh my god! After four minutes of solid punishment from Tommy Deathrow, El Rey de Corizones manages to get the surprise victory here!

JACK JONES: I can't believe it.

Neither can Deathrow. Several trainers help the literally blood-drenched El Rey out of the ring. His back is a disgusting mass of cuts and pretty much pure red. Rose takes his arm, leading him out. Tommy Deathrow stands fuming in the middle of the ring. All those broken light tubes, none of them even touching Deathrow, but he manages to lose this match? He shouts at the retreating ref. "I am the King of Hardcore! Tommy Deathr-"

BASH! Tommy goes down! But what? BILLY KRYENIK! Kryenik snuck through the audience, got in the ring as Deathrow was distracted, picked up the light tube chair and swung for the stars! Well, for Tommy's head. Deathrow crumples to the ground as the crowd starts booing Kryenik. But what does he care? He takes the garbage can of light tubes and dumps it in the middle of the ring, on top of the partly crushed light tube board. The chair with the remnants of the light tubes that are partly in the skull of Deathrow flies onto this little mountain of glass and wood. Kryenik takes Deathrow to the corner and goes up to the top. Superplex!

ROB MARTINEZ: A superplex right into all that glass! OH MY GOD!

JACK JONES: You better how we're not being watched by Connecticut.

ROB MARTINEZ: Tommy Deathrow went right in the middle of the light tubes! And Kryenik went right after him! Someone get the EMTs!

As the crowd renews its HOLY SHIT chant, medical staff come to the ring and try to help the fallen Deathrow and Kryenik. What a night this has been so far!

JENNY JERSEY: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is a 'Bed Of Nails' match. Introducing first, from Hollywood, Florida! Weighing in at two-hundred-and-twenty-eight pounds, DIO MUERTE!

"Stardust" by AkForty begins pumping throughout the arena - almost drowned out by the boos but not quite - as Dio Muerte emerges from the back. And he's packing. "Dio-lizer 5000", baby.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent...

"BRING DA RUCKUS"

Oh, the boos.

JENNY JERSEY: From Manhattan, New York! He weighs in tonight at two-hundred-and-ninety-pounds, MURCIELAGO!

A hearty jeer echoes throughout the REBEL Arena as Murcielago enters the arena - with a crowbar in hand. Oh my, these men are coming prepared. He climbs up onto the apron, but Dio is waiting for him with a wild swing of his barbed-wire bat. Fortunately it's ducked, as Murcielago lands a crowbar shot to the midsection.

ROB MARTINEZ: We're only a minute in and already these guys are trying to knock lumps out of each other. Jack Attack, this one promises to be one bloody encounter!

The bell sounds as Murcielago finally enters the ring, if only to receive a boot to the gut. Dio fires off a right hand, but gets a head butt right back. It manages to drop Dio to one knee, and the big boot to the face knocks him down. But only for a second. Murcielago has taken a step back to pick up the crowbar - double leg takedown! Dio takes the big man off his feet, and he's hammering away with a series of rights and lefts! And now Dio has the crowbar - boot to the gut!

ROB MARTINEZ: Murcielago should be thanking his lucky stars right now.

JACK JONES: Damn it, Dio, finish this REBEL chump off!

Both men are on their feet as Murcielago connects with a right hook. And another. He sends Dio across the ring with an Irish whip, following him with a thunderous lariat that sends Dio tumbling over the top rope! The smaller man falls down by the ring apron as his opponent picks up the "Dio-Lizer 5000". The crowd aren't particularly fond of either man, but the sight of Murcielago with a barbed-wire baseball bat tends to make people hate him more. He climbs out of the ring - SMACK! Nasty chair shot from Dio and the big man drops to the outside. Another chair shot to the back this time! But the big man is getting back up! He's to his knees as Dio drops the chair, instead opting for his bat, which he swings. Straight into the kidneys of his opponent! And Murcielago gasps in agony.

JACK JONES: See, this is King of Hardcore material. He's drawing on his NAPW experience to get through this match!

ROB MARTINEZ: What's he reaching for now?

That's right. Dio Muerte has reached under the ring, and he's found a table. And some barbed wire. He's propped the table up between the apron and the guard rail - but Murcielago is back on his feet. GERMAN SUPLEX! Out of nowhere and on the outside too! Dio Muerte doesn't look too good after that one. Not that Murcielago would notice, as he's picked up the reel of barbed wire that was pulled from under the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: No, not the chair! Don't wrap the chair man!

THWACK! Barbed-wire chair shot to the back of Dio Muerte! But Murcielago throws the chair into the ring as he picks up Dio by the ski-mask. And he bounces his opponent's skull off the steel steps! Dio's stumbling but he's still on his feet as he's laid into with a series of forearm smashes. Murcielago lifts his opponent up high as he goes to drop him onto the guard rai--NO! Muerte drops down the back before pushing Murcielago into - and over - the guard rail! The crowd around them quickly get out of the way as Dio follows him over, trash can lid in hand. Where it came from, nobody knows. But that doesn't stop Dio Muerte from cracking it across the skull of Murcielago! A second shot, but the big man is still standing. Boot to the gut from Dio Muerte as he drops the trash can lid. DDT! Onto the steel object!

JACK JONES: Attaboy, Dio! At least he was IN NAPW at one point. Murcielago? What the hell is a Murcielago?

ROB MARTINEZ: A tower of terror, what do you know? That was sickening ... But I don't think we've seen the worst of it yet.

Murcielago is thrown back over the railing, and he's feeling the effects of that DDT as his opponent, Dio Muerte grabs the bed of nails. Well, one of them. He's slid it into the ring, and it's followed by Murcielago.

ROB MARTINEZ: Dio's taken to stomping to try and soften the big man up.

JACK JONES: He's just toying with him. Murcielago is as good as gone! He's finished, Martinez, finished!

After finishing stomping, Dio drags the big man up once again. Well, as far as his knees, whereupon he lands a few shots to the forehead, trying to bust Murcielago open. NO! The big man hits a punch to the midsection. Dio is bent over, uppercut! Straight to the throat by the looks of it as Dio drops to the canvas. And Murcielago is making his way towards the bed-of-nails! Propping it up in the corner - CHAIR SHOT! Barbed wire chair shot! Courtesy of Dio Muerte, and it's enough to send Murcielago through the ropes and the bed of nails tumbling to the canvas. But he's still on the apron. Dio grabs him, he's trying to suplex his man into the ring... onto the bed of nails! Dio fighting! He fires a shot, then falls off the apron to hotshot Dio's throat across the top rope. Murcielago rolls back and picks his man up with a back suplex onto the bed, DIO COUNTERS INTO A CROSS BODY MURCIELAGO LANDS ON THE BED OF NAILS! The crowd gasps in shock and horror as Murcielago can't help but scream in pain. Dio is cut as well, but Murcielago was his landing pad. He rolls off as Murcielago, breathing rapidly, rolls off the bed of nails to the outside.

ROB MARTINEZ: Good GOD, that was ... I can't even imagine what that must have felt like. Murcielago's back is erupting, Jack Jones, erupting with blood from dozens of nail holes!

JACK JONES: Ugh, I haven't seen anything that sickening since way back in '78, when I took on Gary "The Gopher" Greer in a 2/3 falls "Bareback" Brawl. Greer's back alone makes Kyle Roberts look like a newborn baby. Well, not Kyle when he was a baby, he came out of his mother with more hair on his body than she had on her --

ROB MARTINEZ: You're a horrible human being. These men are putting it on the line, and you're talking about Kyle Roberts' mother!

JACK JONES: No, I'm talking about her ---

ROB MARTINEZ: Shut the hell up, you jackass!

Dio Muerte is stalking Murcielago, who is barely on his feet thanks to the guardrail. Dio comes in with a double ax-handle --- Murcielago with a shot, some life left in him. Right hand from Murcielago, but Dio fires one right back. Forearm smash by Dio. Obviously Murcielago took the brunt of that last move. He's pretty much out on his feet as Dio rolls him back into the ring. And now Dio has the "Dio-Lizer 5000"! He's rolling back into the ring with his bat in hand as Murcielago is getting up - only to have a barbed-wire bat scraped across his forehead! And the blood is beginning to flow. Dio lets go, as he runs against the ropes - bat ready for an almighty swing - SPINEBUSTER!

ROB MARTINEZ: Murcielago might have just saved his own skin, again!

Murcielago is back to a vertical base as Dio Muerte follows close behind. These men are putting everything on the line here, but it's Murcielago who strikes first with a boot to the gut. He grabs Dio around the head, but he slips around the back. Elbow strike by Murcielago, but Dio still tries to take him over. Another elbow strike and Dio is forced to release the hold, and he's caught by another boot to the gut - DROP TOP! He's got Dio up - DOWN ACROSS THE BED OF NAILS! OH MY GOD! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

ROB MARTINEZ: DROP TOP! Right across the bed of nails! Dio Muerte's screams are filling this arena... Murcielago covers his man! One, two, three! Mercifully, this is over!

JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner... Murcielago!

JACK JONES: He doesn't look like a winner to me!

Once more, trainers come to the ring to douse the men with water and help them out. Dio is in bad shape, he took a VERY bad fall onto the bed of nails. He's dripping blood up the aisleway... Murcielago raises an arm in victory. The crowd isn't so much booing him as they are just stunned by what they have witnessed in these first four matches.

ROB MARTINEZ: I'm not sure what this REBEL crowd expected tonight, but we're barely halfway through the evening. Let's look at the brackets here, Jack Attack. Ravager got by Jake Phoenix, and he will be taking on Mark Kingston who got there by a pinfall on Professor P. In the other semi-final, it will be Murcielago going up against El Rey de Corizones. We don't know the stipulations... Jack Attack, what are your thoughts for the second round?

JACK JONES: Ravager vs Mark Kingston is going to be a tough match, but I like Kingston. Ravager took a far worse beating at the hands of Jake Phoenix than Kingston did in his match. Hell, Kingston took out Professor P almost easily. Gotta give it to Kingston. As far as round two, are you telling they're actually letting El Rey wrestle again? That guy needs to be in a hospital! You saw what Tommy Deathrow did to him!

ROB MARTINEZ: I don't know that El Rey de Corizones, though he has all the heart in the world, truly understood what the King of Hardcore was all about. I am told he will wrestle in the second match, but you have to give Murcielago the advantage after the massacre El Rey endured. These fans are going to take a break while we clean up the ring... and in a few minutes, we will have a REBEL tag team title match!

JENNY JERSEY: This next match is scheduled for one fall, and is for the REBEL Pro Tag Team Championship!

"Grotrans Barn" by Finntroll starts playing over the PA system.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first the challenger, from Finland, he weighs in at three hundred twenty pounds, accompanied by Ian Smith... MR. BERRRRRRZERRRRRKERRRRRRRR!!!

The enormous Mr. Berzerker follows Ian Smith out to the ring, towering head and shoulders over his manager and the fans along the entrance way. Berzerker steps over the ropes and into the ring, awaiting TNA.

ROB MARTINEZ: Mr. Berzerker comes out here tonight without a partner, set to due battle alone against the team of Assman and Tittylover: TNA. If there's anyone that can single-handedly win these tag team belts, it is that behemoth of a man in the ring.

"Superfly" by Curtis Mayfield hits the speakers.

JENNY JERSEY: And introducing next, they are the REBEL Pro Tag Team Champions, Dr. Tittylover and Mike "Assman" Trey.... T... N... A!!!

Assman and Tittylover burst through the curtain, Tittylover in his full length zebra coat. Both men strut to the ring with their title belts, but seem apprehensive to enter the ring, as the Berzerker stalks them from inside the ring. The referee gets Berzerker to wait in his corner as TNA enter the ring and relinquish their belts.

ROB MARTINEZ: The REBEL Tag champions have made it into the ring and this match will be a handicapped match with the belts on the line.

A small chant of "Warren" rises up from the crowd, hoping that he will come to join Berzerker, but as the opening bell sounds there is no Warren, and TNA immediately jumps on Berzerker, pounding him with lefts and rights. But Berzerker powers his way out, knocking both men back on their haunches. Tittylover bounces back up and charges, but is dropped with a big right. Assman follows him in but is dropped with a overhand hammer punch. Tittylover charges again, back body drop to the outside. Assman charges as well but is met by a huge spinebuster from Berzerker.

ROB MARTINEZ: Mr. Berzerker is a house-of-fire in the opening of this bout, man-handling the champions.

JACK JONES: Quit, bo-garting the mic, Bob! Tittylover sent to the outside, it'll be Assman to start it off with the Finland Phenomenon.

Berzerker lifts Assman back to his feet by the neck and directly into a double-handed choke before slamming him back to the mat. Tittylover has gotten back to his feet on the outside, climbed onto the apron and scaled the turnbuckle behind Berzerker, looking to hit the Flying Pimp... but Ian Smith jumps up and crotches him on the top turnbuckle. Berzerker covers Assman! One, two, kick-out!

JACK JONES: That's downright good managing right there from Ian Smith.

ROB MARTINEZ: Assman with the kickout at two. Berzerker almost had the tag titles won... Ian Smith shouldn't get involved in this match, but it is REBEL rules.

JACK JONES: And a two-on-one is fair?

ROB MARTINEZ: For Mr. Berzerker? It's almost unfair... to his opponents!

Berzerker turns his attention to Tittylover perched on the turnbuckle, making his way over to the corner. But Assman clubs him in the back on the head, holding back Mr. Berzerker. Tittylover regains his footing and... PIMPS AHOY! The big man goes down from the flying shoulder tackle. Quick cover from Assman...

One...

Emphatic kickout at one from Berzerker, who angrily gets back to his feet. TNA get into a slugfest with Berzerker, hitting the big man with lefts and rights, but Berzerker is shrugging them off and getting the best of the exchange until a kick to the knee from Assman and another from Tittylover. Assman locks in a headlock as Tittylover hits the ropes looking for Bootzilla... but Ian Smith grabs his ankle as he hits the ropes. Tittylover turns to yell at Smith, as Berzerker reverses the headlock into a belly to back suplex.

ROB MARTINEZ: Berzerker counters the double team with an assist from Ian Smith on the outside.

Berzerker rolls over to get back to his feet but Tittylover jumps with double knees right onto the big man's spine. Tittylover struggles and is eventually able to lock in the Mothership Connection (a STF) on Berzerker. Berzerker uses his strength to haul himself toward the ropes, clawing toward the bottom rope... until delivers a kick square in the head! TNA lift Berzerker back to his feet and drop the big man with a double neckbreaker. Assman with the cover... ONE! TWO! Kick-out from Berzerker!

ROB MARTINEZ: Berzerker with the kickout at two.

Assman sends Tittylover to the outside to retrieve a steel chair as Assman drags the massive Berzerker back to his feet. Tittylover grabs a chair from ringside, but Ian Smith grabs the other end and a tug of war ensues over the chair. Tittylover has to give up the fight as back in the ring, Berzerker has shoved Assman into the turnbuckle and struck a HUGE knife-edge chop to the chest. Tittylover slides back into the ring and rams a shoulder into the back of Berzerker's knee. The big man crumbles a bit, Tittylover locks him in for a Russian legsweep as Assman delivers a inverted bulldog from the second rope. Another cover attempt from Assman...

One...

Two... Tittylover throws Assman's feet up on the ropes.

Thr- KICKOUT!

ROB MARTINEZ: Mr. Berzerker powers out of the cover despite Assman's feet being on the ropes!

TNA lift Berzerker back to his feet, Irish whip and Berzerker hits the ropes. Double clothesline from TNA... ducked! Berzerker rebounds... double shoulder block from the big man drops both Assman and Tittylover! The three men struggle back to their feet, headbutt from Berzerker to Tittylover, headbutt from Berzerker to Assman, double DDT and Berzerker takes down the champions! All three men are down in the ring, as the crowd erupts into a fit of chanting, first for Berzerker and then again for Warren to come down to the ring and help out Berzerker win the tag titles. "WARREN! WARREN! WARREN! WARREN!"

ROB MARTINEZ: The chant for reinforcements for Mr. Berzerker is deafening here in Raleigh!

But despite the crowd's insistence, Warren does not appear as the three men stagger back to their feet. But Ian Smith has had enough of the two on one, and enters the ring wielding a steel chair. Smith takes a huge swing at Assman... Trey duck... and the chair smacks Berzerker right in the head! Berzerker drops from the thunderous shot. TNA grab Ian and toss him out of the ring. Assman for the cover after the chair shot...

One...

Two...

Thre... kick out!!!

JACK JONES: No way in hell!

ROB MARTINEZ: Berzerker gets his shoulder up!!

TNA lifts the groggy Berzerker back to his feet, Tittylover hits the ropes, Bootzilla... into an Ass-Cracker... as Assman is able to get the big man over from the extra momentum, completing the Funky Fresh combination. Assman rolls over for the cover, and Tittylover dog-piles on top of him to try and keep the big man down.

One...

Two...

Three!

JENNY JERSEY: Here are your winners and STILL REBEL Pro tag team champions... Team TNA!

Ian Smith is barely up, frustrated and angry. Berzerker is slowly getting up as Team TNA celebrate with their tag titles. The crowd is happy for TNA, but sad that Warren never came...

ROB MARTINEZ: Mr. Berzerker with a valiant effort but the teamwork of Team TNA is too much. You know, I'm surprised we did not see Warren out here tonight. Maybe this really is the end of the Circle K Nordic Connection.

JACK JONES: I could go for a chili dog, alright.

ROB MARTINEZ: Shut up.

JENNY JERSEY: The following is a second round King of Hardcore Tournament match! It will be contested under the following rules - no pinfall can be made until the opponent has been driven through a FLAMING TABLE!

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh my! That may be the most dangerous match-up yet!

JACK JONES: Barbecue time? SWEET!

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, from Richmond, Virginia... he is the current REBEL Carolinas Champion - MARK KINGSTONNN!!

NonPoint plays as Kingston makes his way to the ring, albeit a bit slowly. He's still got blood all over his ring gear, and the barbed wire is wrapped around his arm, the same barbed wire that sliced and diced Professor P in the first round.

ROB MARTINEZ: That right there is a sick individual. I've never seen a man take - and give - the punishment he's had. He came within mere inches of having his jugular torn apart by barbed wire - and REFUSED TO TAP!

JACK JONES: Would you get off his jock already?

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh come on! Even you need to appreciate that kind of toughness?

JACK JONES: There's a difference between courage and stupidity, Martinez.

Kingston waits outside the ring for his opponent.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent! From New York City, New York, he is the longest reigning NAPW Champion in history! He is the Last Resort. THIS. IS. RAAAAAAAVAAAAAAAGEEEEEERRRRRRR!

PATH. ERUTPION. These REBEL fans love Ravager, NAPW World Title or not. He makes his way down to the ring. Thumbtacks still stick out his body. Blood stains his bare chest. His face is one of stoic determination. As he enters the ring, sliding his box in first, the fans honor him by throwing in black streamers, to match his trunks. He nods his approval, and the crowd applauds one of the best and most respected wrestlers in the world.

ROB MARTINEZ: Now how about that? You call our fans bloodthirsty maniacs, Jack Jones? That was pure, one hundred percent class!

JACK JONES: If I didn't hate Ravager, I'd agree with you.

ROB MARTINEZ: Must you be impossible?

The bell sounds, and Ravager and Kingston meet in center ring and waste no time getting right into one another's face. CHOP! by Ravager! BARBED WIRE CHOP! right back from Kingston! Sweat and blood flies off and lands on the already stained canvas. Ravager yells in pain and lashes out with a toe kick to double him over followed by a quick DDT. Quick scoop off the canvas, and Ravager connects with a headbutt. Kingston holds his head in pain and takes a few steps back, prompting Ravager to stalk him across the ring - rake of the eyes by Kingston! He hoists the former World Champion up onto his shoulders and plants him with his patented 100 Proof facebuster. Kingston rolls out of the ring, picks up the nearest steel chair and throws it over the ropes and into the ring. He looks around for something else, something a bit more violent - BINGO. The Carolinas Champion picks up Ravager's own staple gun!

JACK JONES: YEAH! GET THAT BASTARD!

ROB MARTINEZ: I thought you'd be biased towards all the NAPW guys, what gives with cheering a REBEL guy?

JACK JONES: Anyone who would shoot staples into Ravager gets a nod from me!

Back in the ring, Kingston goes over to the bleeding, limp body of Ravager. He holds the staple-dispenser up to the deep gash on Ravager's head - and Ravager low blows him! Kingston falls to the mat, dropping the staple gun. And now Ravager's got it! He motions to the crowd if he should use it, and they're practically begging for it! SHIK SHIK SHIK! Three staples into Mark Kingston's SCALP - that's disgusting! And a kick right to the back of the head puts Kingston down. Ravager grabs the chair off the mat and puts it to use right across Kingston's back. BAM! BAM! BAM! Three sick shots have Kingston rolling around in pain. Ravager drops the chair and gets right down on the mat - he's BITING HIM! HE'S BITING HIM! The fans are going wild! Ravager unlocks his jaws and spits blood onto the mat. He quickly puts Kingston into a grounded crucifix and starts bashing him with elbows. Kingston looks like he might be unconscious, but Ravager keeps pounding away. One, two, three, four, five...ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen - finally he stops! Ravager heads outside, looking to light this puppy up and finish Kingston off. But where's the lighter?

ROB MARTINEZ: Don't tell me you took it!

JACK JONES: Oh come on! I can't work like this!

ROB MARTINEZ: I know, you'd be much better suited with amateurs.

Ravager's still looking for the lighter. Not able to find it, he gets back up on the apron - BIIIIIIIIIG BOOT! Ravager falls off and crashes through the UNLIT table! Kingston thinks he's won, but referee Jimmy Johnson is explaing the rules to him. And he looks pissed. Kingston makes his way outside and picks Ravager from out of the rubble. He tosses him into the guardrail back first and takes a step back to drive that barb wire wrapped arm right into Ravager's head, and the Last Resort falls right back onto the pile of broken wood. The blood loss is absurd. It's amazing Ravager isn't in the hospital right now. Kingston picks up a chair and throws it down on top of him. The thud gets an "oooohhhh" from the crowd. He walks - slowly - around to the other side of the ring and finds both lighters on top of the other gasoline soaked table. He tosses one overhead, and tries to flick the other one on...it won't light! Kingston throws it down in anger and turns to find the other one. And as he turns, he sees it. Right in the hands of Ravager, who smashes it over his head! But it's Kingston who fires back with his barbed wire arm again.

ROB MARTINEZ: He's kind of like a bizarre Megaman with that thing!

JACK JONES: Nerd.

Ravager is leaning against the apron, trying not to fall off his feet. Kingston drives the arm across his chest, it's a barbed wire Richmond Lariat up against the apron! RAVAGER MAY BE DEAD. That should just about do it, all he needs to do is light the table on fire and drive the helpess Ravager through it. Except, Kingston doesn't think it's over just yet. He just picks Ravager up and tosses him back into the ring. He slides back in, leaving a body-shaped blood smear on the mat. That's mortifying. Kingston picks up the chair left in the ring and sets it up across the top rope in the corner. It takes him quite a while, and Ravager is stirring as he finally gets it positioned just right. He turns around and goes to whip Ravager into the chair - reversed! Kingston goes back first into the steel! And Ravager with a lariat - no! Kingston moves and Ravager's ribs meet the steel as well. Back suplex from Kingston plants Ravager on the mat, and now Kingston is sizing Ravager up for a shot with the barbed arm - he drops it right over his forehead!

ROB MARTINEZ: I'm fairly sure he's already bleeding, Mark. We may need to get some paramedics out here, ASAP.

JACK JONES: For what? These guys signed on for this thing, it's not like they didn't have it coming!

ROB MARTINEZ: How could you say that, Jones? Don't you have any compassion?

JACK JONES: None whatsoever.

Kingston is grinding the wire on Ravager's forehead now, and the bloody, graphic image will probably be edited on the mainstream DVD release. Blood is EVERYWHERE, coming out of their heads, arms, backs, dripping down all the way to their boots. Kingston finally lets up, and now he rolls outside to the table. He picks up the lighter, flicks it on, and WHOOOOSH! The table goes up in flames! Kingston gets up on the apron and goes to step through the ropes, but falls from all the blood he's lost. He slowly gets up, and sees Ravager getting to his feet. Kingston stumbles over but gets caught with a headbutt from Ravager as he rises to his feet. They start to battle back and forth, Kingston teetering just above the flames!

JACK JONES: What's for dinner?

ROB MARTINEZ: This is about to get ugly!

Ravager and Kingston are nailing each other simultaneously with heavy right hands, but neither man is backing up an inch. Kingston slips, and Ravager headbutts him right on the nose. Kingston tries to grab onto the rope, and just barely does. He dangles over the flames for a brief second before yanking himself back up and shoulder-charging Ravager through the ropes. He locks him up for a suplex over the top rope - look out! Ravager's up in the air! He's gonna burn!

ROB MARTINEZ: Ravager slid off just as he was released! I don't think Mark Kingston realized it!

Ravager punches the back of Kingston's knee and knocks him off his feet, but he remains on the apron. Ravager climbs up, and now it looks like he's trying to hit a Russian Leg Sweep onto the table! The fans rise to their feet - Kingston elbows him in the gut. And again! Third time is the charm as Ravager lets go! Kingston with a chop to the exposed, bloodied chest of Ravager. Ravager chops back, but Kingston leans back and it misses him. He toe kicks at Ravager, but now it's Ravager's turn to squirm out of the way. Ravager with a big right hand, and it turns Kingston around.

FULL NELSON!

LAST RESORT! THROUGH THE FLAMING TABLE!

THIS PLACE HAS JUST GONE BANANAS!

The flames shoot up 10 feet in the air as the two men crash through it! The ring crew scrambles over and quickly put it out with fire extinguishers. We can't see what damage has been done, or even who got the worst of the exchange, through all the smoke and extinguishing foam.

"HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!"

JACK JONES: Martinez! I can't hear a blessed thing! Can you see anything over there?

ROB MARTINEZ: I - I think I see Ravager. Yes, it is Ravager. He's lying on his back, but he's not on top of Kingston.

JACK JONES: Where the hell did Kingston go?

Kingston's folded up like an accordion, his right foot caught in between the guardrail. He and Ravager lie still for a few more moments, before somehow, someway...

Ravager gets up, slowly. With barely any strength left he rolls Kingston into the ring and covers the man.

ONE. TWO. THREE. Thank God it's over.

JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner... RAVAGER!

Neither man moves as Ravager's music plays. The crowd is going wild, and they chant for both men... But it's Ravager who will move on.

ROB MARTINEZ: That was incredible, Jack Jones. Even you have to agree.

Jones is silent, which says a lot more than any of his words could.

A brief intermission occurs as the ring crew get things somewhat cleaned up. The fans are exhausted already, but there's more to go still... let's go to Jenny.

JENNY JERSEY: This is the semi-finals of the King of Hardcore tournament. This will be a Plate Glass Windows match. The wrestler must place his opponent through the glass box before initiating a pinfall. Without further ado... from Villahermosa, Tobasco, Mexico. The man in the black and silver mask, EL REEEEEEEEEEEEY de CORRRRRRRRRIZOOOOOOOONES!

Baila Cassanova begins to rock through arena, the crowd cheers. El Rey walks through the curtains, he isn't there. Rosa is not with him... she probably didn't want him to come out and is angry and fearful. The look in his eyes tell all, he isn't there. He's dazed, his mind is somewhere else, that last match took a toll on him. The violence has taken it's toll. He walks past the fans, and into the ring like a bloody zombie. He rests in the corner, blood seeping through his gauze, looking out of it. He knows he has to wrestle, but isn't sure if he can. He tries his hardest to shake off the feeling, but it only works to an extent.

JENNY JERSEY: Six feet seven. Two Hundred Ninety pounds. From Manhattan, New York City...

Bring Da Ruckus brings the ruckus through the arena and the crowd beging to boo, to the top of their lungs.

JENNY JERSEY: MURRRRRRRRRCIELAAAAAAAAGOOOOOOOOOOO!

BOOOOOOOOOO! Murcielago walks through the curtains, he looks at his arms, chest, all bloody. He's angry. He looks into the ring, focused, staring a hole through El Rey. Murcielago smirks, he feels confident. He finally rolls into the ring. The ref rings the bell.

DING DING DING!

Murcielago moves slowly towards the center of the ring, eyes fixed on El Rey. El Rey struggles to make it to the center of the ring, bandaged up, feeling the effects from his previous match... Murcielago bloodied and battered after his treacherous fall to the bed of nails courtesy of Dio Muerte. El Rey, with the look of death riddled all over his face, after being bashed open by light tube after light tube by Deathrow. El Rey, full of honor, extends his hand for a handshake. His hand covered in blood, damaged, shaking wildly. Murcielago looks El Rey in the eyes. "(BLEEP) you." The crowd boos the shit out of Murc, he doesn't bother him. El Rey offended, fires a right at Murc. El Rey obviously more damaged than Murc couldn't get all of it in. Murc eats the punch, a smirk, bloody smirk. A boot to El Rey's jaw. Murc looks at his bloody body, which instills more rage into him, he takes it out on El Rey. He shoves his thumb deep into the Luchador's eye socket. The crowd rains heavier boos. It's all fuel to his fire. Murc exits the ring and looks at the glass box, he doesn't like what he sees. He digs under the ring, brings out a black bag, then removes the glass lid, unfastens the bag. Thumb tacks pour into the box, Murcielago places the lid back on. The crowd cheers, he stares them down, he gets boos. El Rey on his feet now, tries to fight off the pain, rushes towards the ropes, jumps over them, collides into Murcielago. Huge pop.

ROB MARTINEZ: El Rey was in no shape for a move like that, it's taken a lot out of him.

JACK JONES: Shut up!

ROB MARTINEZ: You wanna take this outside?

JACK JONES: I'll have your face looking like Murcielago's back.

The Manhattan madman gets to his feet before El Rey. He takes this chance to go weapon hunting. He brings out a barbed wire chair. He swings at El Rey's knee, a miss. Another swing, miss. A third swing... a strike out. El Rey's backed himself into a corner, no where to run. Murcielago, tosses the chair into El Rey's face. Brutal. Half the crowd cheers, loving this raw action. The other half jeers the monster. The monster takes his boot and begins to press the chair against El Rey's face. Murc pulls the chair out, pieces of El Rey's mask is stuck to the chair. Murcielago looks at the chair then El Rey, he laughs, a long laugh.

JACK JONES: He's a freaking maniac!

ROB MARTINEZ: It would be nice if you refrained from talking.

JACK JONES: It would be nice if you refrained from living.

ROB MARTINEZ: Okay, keep it up. Your buddy Bill Hewson will be attending a funeral real quick.

Murcielago picks up El Rey's lifeless carcass and rolls him into the ring and slides in after him with the chair in hand. Murcielago begins to assault El Rey's back repeatedly until the chair breaks. El Rey, laid out in the middle of the ring, Murcilago, bloody, but is enjoying himself. He exits the ring and hunts for more "friends" and brings out plywood covered in razor wire, and slides it into the ring. Murc, places the plywood into the corner, and moves over to El Rey, who's already on his feet. Murc grabs him by the head, he tries to battle out, but doesn't have enough. Murc delivers a kick to his gut and Irish Whips him into the corner, it's reversed. Murcielago crashes and burns right through the plywood. He's stuck to pieces of plywood, with razor wire playing adhesive. El Rey on the floor, bloodied, looks up and doesn't even know how he did it. Murcielago fights to get to his feet to face a bigger fight, pulling the plywood off his skin. Murcielago does it, wrenching in agony, watching his skin leave with the plywood. This ordeal angers him, burns him inside. He targets one man, El Rey. Murcielago picks up a piece his plywood. A piece of plywood with his skin on it. He holds it in his hand carefully and tightly. He stalks El Rey, who's now making it to his feet, very woozy. Murc looks at El Rey and tells him to take a shot. El misses, stumbles. then another shot missed, more stumbling. A third shot, a piece of razor wire plywood to the head for his tribulations.

JACK JONES: This can be your future Robby. You best come correct son!

ROB MARTINEZ: Saw how Dio placed Murcielago on the bed of nails.That could be you, easily you, easily.... why am I talking like this?

Murcielago takes the chair and roles outside, he breaks one of the glass boxes with it. Murcielago retrieves one of the glass shards and returns to the ring, circling El Rey. Rey some how, no idea how, but he makes it to his feet again. Murcielago places El Rey in a Sleeper hold, he brings it down and locks in the scissors. El Rey isn't going anywhere, and to make matters worse, Murcielago is scraping El Rey's forehead with the glass shard.

ROB MARTINEZ: Wow, that's hard to watch.

JACK JONES: Get used to it, cause that's your fate buddy.

Murc rolls out of the ring and brings in the glass box, the one with the tacks added in. He mushes El Rey with his boot before bringing him up to his feet. Murc places him in position for the Powerbomb, lifts, done with. El Rey goes crashing down through the glass and stopping at that the tacks. Murcielago places his foot on El Rey's chest, and demands the ref to pin.

ONE

TWO

THREE!

DING DING DING!

JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner... Murcielago!

ROB MARTINEZ: ...Somebody get some help out here for El Rey de Corizones. Great heart by the man, but... my God. Murcielago is a monster. An absolute monster.

JACK JONES: Don't play the game if you can't take the pain!

ROB MARTINEZ: Jones, you're a self-centered bastard, you know that? These men are spilling their blood all for pride, and you make jokes. Shut up or I'll shut you up! Murcielago... the fans don't like him, they don't like this sadist, but he's going into the finals against Ravager to compete for the KING OF HARDCORE in a no-ropes barbed wire Stairway to Hell barbed wire bat match. I don't know how much either man has left. When the crew gets the ring cleaned up, it will be the 2/3 falls NAPW Tag team title match.

El Rey de Corizone is being tended to in the ring by gloved medics. Murcielago doesn't even give a damn about the man he just butchered. Rosa has come out, sobbing at the sight of El Rey de Corizones. Great heart, but...

JACK JONES: ... And that's when I was asked to leave the confessional.

ROB MARTINEZ: I didn't need to know any of that.

JACK JONES: You asked.

ROB MARTINEZ: I asked "How soon until the next match"! Do you do this to Hewson too?

JACK JONES: He's not as whiny about it...

Oh thank God, "My Old Kentucky Home" interrupts these two, as the Bluegrass Mafia make their way to the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is scheduled two out of three falls, and is for the NAPW Tag Team Championship! Making their way to the ring are the challengers. Weighing in at five hundred and forty five pounds: Matt and Chad Kurtis - THE BLUEGRASS MAFIA!

A huge pop from the pro REBEL crowd as Matt and Chad look ready for a fight. Andrew W.K takes over the speakers, and the champs are on their way!

JENNY JERSEY: And their opponents, making their way to the ring area. They weigh in at a total combined weight of four hundred and forty pounds. They are the Mystic Ninja and the Expositioner. They are the NAPW Tag Team champions: MYSTIC EXPOSITION!

A nice pop for them, but not as big as the one the BGM got. Mystic Ninja and Expositioner still glad hand the fans, but they are in slightly hostile territory here..

JACK JONES: The REBEL fans appear confused to see WRESTLERS. That's the only reason I can see for this lackluster response.

ROB MARTINEZ: Hardly, Jack. The Bluegrass Mafia just has a bit of home field advantage tonight.

JACK JONES: They need every advantage they can get. They held the tag titles for less than 24 hours last month, Martinez.

Referee Dick Kiebiech calls for the bell, and we're off with the first fall! Mystic Ninja and Matt Kurtis start out. They lock up, and Matt easily shoves Ninja to the mat. Ninja is up in a flash, and they lock up again. Expositioner lets Ninja know that he'll likely wind up on his back again... yep, he does. Matt smirks at his smaller opponent. Ninja isn't as quick to get up this time... Ninja dropkicks Matt's knee, and the big man stumbles. Ninja follows up with an enzuigiri, and Matt goes down to one knee. Expositioner is tagged in, and the Mystic Exposition land a double dropkick to the face of the Angry American, and Matt is down! Expositioner with a cover! One... Two... Too early! Even Expositioner realized that! (He said so at two...) He locks on a side headlock, trying to wear the big man down. Matt rolls Expositioner onto his back for a cover! One... Expositioner wastes no time in getting out of the pinning predicament. He runs to the second rope and bounces back onto Matt for a Lou Thesz press... Matt Kurtis showing a lot of strength here, catching his opponent! He hefts Expositioner up and over for a Fall Away Slam!

Matt makes the tag to Chad, who goes to the top rope, and comes off with an Alabama Jam Leg Drop! And a cover! One... two... Mystic Ninja makes the save! Expositioner has had a lot taken out of him with the last two big moves, and slides out of the ring for a breather. Matt Kurtis doesn't let him have too much time, as he tosses Expositioner back in, to much applause. Expositioner seems a bit taken aback by the fan response, but doesn't focus on it for too long. Not with Chad coming at him with a superkick! Expositioner ducks just in time, and catches Chad with a neck breaker! He covers! One... two... Chad kicks out! Expositioner rolls to his corner and tags in Mystic Ninja, who catches Chad JUST before he manages to tag in big brother. Ninja goes for the Stretch Muffler, but Chad hasn't been weakened quite enough, and manages to get a boot under Ninja's chin. Chad gets to his feet and turns to tag in his brother, but gets nailed with a Kabuki Kick! Ninja covers a prone Chad, but Matt is in right away to break up the count! Expositioner is in as well, and the two teams stare off with each other.

ROB MARTINEZ: This won't be good...

JACK JONES: No. IT'LL BE GREAT!

Cooler heads prevail here, and Expositioner and Matt go back to their corners. Chad and Ninja lock up. Ninja with a head lock. Chad pushes out of it. Ninja hits the ropes, Chad hits the other ropes, and the two men criss cross the ring. The run the ropes for about a minute. Ninja goes down, Chad jumps over him, Ninja is up, goes for a heel kick, Chad ducks, hits the ropes, comes back, Ninja leap frogs him, Chad comes back with a clothesline, Ninja ducks, Ninja goes for an forearm shot, Chad swerves, counters with a crucifix roll up! One.. Ninja is out of it, and gets a roll up of his own! One... Chad kicks out, goes for a school boy pin! One... Ninja kicks out, goes for a small package! One.. Chad kicks out, hits a hurricanrana, Ninja rolls through and lands on his feet, and he greets a surprised looking Chad Kurtis with a drop kick! Chad Kurtis is down, Ninja covers! One... two... Chad kicks out! Ninja hits the ropes, and comes back with leg lariat! Chad ducks! Ninja hits the mat! Chad with a standing shooting star press! A cover! One.. two... Ninja kicks out! Both men get to their feet. And collapse back down for a breather. The fans give them a nice ovation as they lock eyes, nod, then tag out.

Expositioner and Matt Kurtis are in now. Matt goes for a lock up, but Expositioner fakes him out, and hits a European Uppercut! Then another! Matt refuses to go down, but he does stagger to the ropes. Expositioner hits two more Uppercuts, and Matt is knocked back so he's leaning on the top rope. ... NeXt X It! Matt Kurtis slammed on the top rope and knocked back towards center ring! Expositioner goes a for a springboard clothesline! Matt ducks it, and Expositioner crashes to the mat. And now the Angry American has regained his senses, and he sets up Expositioner for the Bluegrass Bomb! He has him up... Expositioner reverses with a sunset flip! But he can't pull the big man over... Not without some help! Mystic Ninja with a springboard dropkick right to Matt's jaw! The Angry American goes down, and Kiebiech is there to count! One... two... THREE!

JENNY JERSEY: The winners of the first fall: MYSTIC EXPOSITION!

The fans aren't too happy about that. Mystic Exposition are relieved to have won the fall, but aren't happy with the fan response. And The Kurtis boys look mad. Matt especially did not like being taken by surprise.

ROB MARTINEZ: Mystic Exposition took the fall, but they may have awoken a sleeping giant!

JACK JONES: A sleeping giant that now needs to win two falls in a row! The "Hometown advantage" is out the window now!

Matt and Expositioner lock up. Matt heaves Expositioner up into a bearhug, and SQUEEZES with all his might. Matt wanting to make up for the last fall, and Expositioner wanting to get out of this vise grip. Kurtis has both of Expositioner's arms pinned, so the champ isn't going anywhere. And with all his breath being pushed out of him, he can't say anything either, so only he knows what he'll do next! Expositioner starting to go limp. His head is starting to hang down. Matt doesn't let up the hold, and cinches in even tighter! Expositioner's heap pops up, and he crashes it into Matt's face! And again! Desperate headbutts, trying to stave off unconsciousness! One more shot and Matt lets go!

Expositioner's feet hit the mat, and he turns to tag in Mystic Ninja, but Matt reaches out and grabs Expositioner's shirt, and yanks him backwards, sending him into the ropes. Expositioner bounces back, into a spinebuster! Matt with a cover! One... two... Mystic Ninja with the save! Dick Kiebiech ushers Ninja out of the ring, while Matt whips Expositioner into the corner. Chad is tagged in, and he whips Expositioner into the ropes! He rebounds into a big boot from Matt! Chad is on him in a flash, before he even hits the mat... He's got him set up for the CK Finale! CROWD STANDS... and he NAILS it! Matt cuts off Ninja from breaking the pin and Kiebiech makes the count! One... two... THREE!!! Nobody kicks out of the CK Finale!

JENNY JERSEY: The winners of the second fall: THE BLUEGRASS MAFIA!

Massive fan pop for this. Both teams are tiring, but Mystic Exposition, mainly the Expositioner, is looking the worse for wear.

ROB MARTINEZ: It's all even up now!

JACK JONES: So you've made a career out of stating the obvious? Just asking, is all. I mean, you go to movies and point out what's happening on screen just in case people forget? Read out newspaper headlines out loud so the less fortunate can know what's going on?

ROB MARTINEZ: Have you always lived with hate?

JACK JONES: Since about '74, '75, around there.

The third fall begins, and Chad quickly rolls up Expositioner, trying to take advantage of the weakened foe! One.. two... Expositioner kicks out! Chad picks up Expositioner and slams him to the mat! Follows up with another standing shooting star! And a cover! One.. two... EXPOSITIONER KICKS OUT! Chad is getting frustrated, as he can almost taste the tag titles. He hits the ropes!

BEST

MOONSAULT

EVER!

Or it would have been if Expositioner hadn't moved! Chad hits the mat hard, and both men are needing a tag out. Chad is closer, and he reaches out and tags in Matt. Expositioner is almost there... Ninja has his arm outstretched, their fingertips are almost touching... but Matt ends any thought of a tag, grabbing Expositioner's foot and dragging him towards center ring. Matt drops an elbow across the spine of Expositioner, then grabs a hold of his neck and pulls him back with a chinlock, while planting his knee in the base of Expositioner's spine. Kiebiech looks for a submission, but he has to move out of the way quickly, as Chad is in the ring, and he bounds off the ropes and dropkicks Expositioner right in his exposed jaw! A sympathetic groan from the crowd, but the run in forces Kiebiech to order the break. Matt lets go, then hauls Expositioner up to his feet. He tags in Chad. Chad climbs to the second rope. Matt with a backbreaker! Chad follows up with a leg drop! Expositioner is in a bad way as Chad covers! One.. two... Expositioner gets a shoulder up at the last possible second! Chad drags Expositioner up, and tags Matt back in. Matt sets up Expositioner up for a powerbomb.. Chad is there to make it a double powerbomb! Expositioner driven into the mat! Matt covers!

ONE!

TWO!

FOOT ON THE ROPES!

The crowd howls in disbelief at this. They are starting to respect Mystic Exposition, but their support is behind the Kurtis boys. Matt is shocked too, and he checks to make sure Kiebiech didn't count three, and just forgot to end the match. No dice. Matt rolls his eyes, and turns back to his opponent. He hefts the nearly limp Expositioner up, then tags in Chad. Matt sets up for a spinebuster. Chad to the top rope, he comes off with a Flying clothesline to finish the move...

EXPOSITIONER DUCKS!

Chad Kurtis crashes and burns. Matt heaves up Expositioner, ready to drive him through the ring... reversal into a DDT! Expositioner drapes an arm over Matt's chest! One... two... Matt with a shoulder up! Three men down in the ring! Mystic Ninja screaming at his partner to make the tag! Expositioner doesn't have a lot left, but he's crawling ever so slowly to his corner! A small but vocal group of fans cheer him on! Chad is almost to his feet as the support for Expositioner grows. Chad dives at Expositioner to cut him off! Expositioner rolls out of the way, then makes a dive of his own for the

HOT TAG!

ROB MARTINEZ: Mystic Ninja is a HOUSEAFAR! KATY, BAR THE DOOR!

JACK JONES: We must be in the south.

Mystic Ninja in the ring and unloads with leg lariat on Chad Kurtis! Matt Kurtis is up to his knees... perfect height for a shining wizard! Matt goes back down! Ninja with a cover, but Matt isn't the legal man! Chad pulls Ninja off of his brother, but gets a palm strike for his trouble, then a hurricanrana for good measure! Ninja with a cover! One... two... Chad kicks out! Matt tries to hit a rising Ninja with a clothesline from Hell, but Ninja counters with a drop toe hold, and Matt winds up throat first across the second ropes! Ninja splashes onto Matt, putting more weight on his throat. Chad tries to intervene, but gets grabbed by Expositioner! A double boot to the gut from Mystic Exposition, and Chad is then flapjacked onto his brother! Matt rolls out of the ring, clutching his throat. Chad is back up, clutching his stomach. Expositioner with a leg sweep sends Chad to the mat! Ninja from the top rope! Shuriken Press! And a cover!

ONE!

TWO!

CHAD KURTIS GETS A SHOULDER UP!

Now it's Mystic Exposition's turn to be shocked! But they don't let up! Chad slowly pulls himself up with the ropes, and turns to find

BINGO TANGO!

Expositioner whips Mystic Ninja towards Chad! Ninja catches him with a lung blower! This should be it! ONE... TWO.... CHAD WITH A FOOT ON THE ROPES!! Ninja wastes no time, dragging Chad to the center of the ring! Expositioner goes to one turnbuckle, Ninja to the adjacent one! Chad groggily gets to his feet! EXTERMINAT- MATT KURTIS KNOCKS EXPOSITIONER OFF THE TOP ROPE! Expositioner crashes into the guard railing! Matt turns and makes a bee line for Ninja, who dives off on Matt, looking to hit a Frankensteiner...

NO. Matt holds on, then hauls Ninja back up, and spins him into the electric chair position! Chad Kurtis, looking like he's only got one more left, springboards off the ropes with what he hopes will be enough...

KURTIS KRUSHER!

Ninja is flattened to the mat! Chad covers!

ONE!

Expositioner manages to make it back to the ring!

TWO!

Matt knocks Expo back to the floor with a big boot!

THREE!

JENNY JERSEY: The winners of the third fall, and NEW NAPW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS! Matt and Chad Kurtis, THE BLUEGRASS MAFIA!!

The fans go nuts as the Kurtis brothers are handed the belts! Mandy is there to hug Matt, while the ME crawl towards each other, trying to get back to their feet. A standing ovation from the crowd in Raleigh as Mystic Exposition pull themselves up with the ropes. They look disappointed as they see their rivals with the tag titles in their hands once again. The two teams stare at each other for a tense moment. Then Chad Kurtis steps forward... and offers his hand. Hesitation on the part of The ME. But then Expositioner steps forward and accepts. More applause as they show some mutual respect, despite everything that's happened tonight. Mystic Exposition leaves the new champions in the ring to celebrate. Matt and Chad take a corner, holding their prize high. The NAPW tag team titles... the start of a second reign as champions!

The crowd is buzzing as we see the ropes being taken down. Wait.. a commotion through the crowd. Two hippies with huge Afros, and a woman wearing an obvious fake blond wig, enter the ringside area. One of the guys steals the microphone from Jenny. Security tries to catch them as one tackles a ring crew guy, trying to set up the barb wire. Then he hear the familiar voice.

ACE ADAMS: STOP THIS INSANITY! Flaming tables? Thumbtacks? Light bulb tubes? THIS IS BEYOND SICK! We will not stand for any more of you brainless twits to watch this crap! The wrestlers who competed in these matches are not role models, and you people should not cheer them. Ravager? Dio Muerte? Mark Kingston? Jake Phoenix? All of them should be ASHAMED OF THEMSELVES!

Security tackles Ace and Steven, while Rosie runs through the crowd with an anti hardcore sign.

"Surprise! YOU'RE DEAD!"

Jake Phoenix marches to the ring, and the crowd chants let them go. Two of the security guards look familiar. IT'S THE REBEL BROTHERS! Ryan throws Ace toward Jake Phoenix who takes little effort to spin him upside down and TOMBSTONE ON THE FLOOR! Steven gets away from Robert Rebel and the other security guards, but trips and falls. Ryan Rebel gets him and whiplashes him into the big man. Jake Phoenix clotheslines Steven, before picking him up and dropping him throat first on the guard rail.

ROB MARTINEZ: The CABS should be more aware of the names the drop. Things like that has to help the remember though.

JACK JONES: That was just devastating. The big man is a very angry sumbitch.

ROB MARTINEZ: Picking up the southern lingo?

JACK JONES: Damn... You rednecks must have brainwashed me.

Jake Phoenix exits through the crowd, chasing after Rosie who flipped him off and ran. Probably did that to make sure he didn't do any more damage to her men. She runs a four-four forty yard dash to the parking lot, and Phoenix just storms out the front. He ain't happy after his loss tonight...

In the mean time the Rebel Brothers taunt the CABS as the ring crew have continued to work diligently despite the action going on. Several minutes later, the ring has barb wire ropes and the match is about to start.

ROB MARTINEZ: The two finalist are banged up. They have bled and one has gotten burned. A human pincushion as thumbtacks covered the body of Ravager. He went through a flaming table. His opponent slept in a bed of nails. Two guys who over the past two months have been nothing but disappointed. Both men losing two World title matches. Ravager losing both matches, one which he came in the World Champ, only to be defeated by Donovan Astros two matches in a row. Kyle Roberts defeated Murcielago twice and has moved on to other challengers.

JACK JONES: This match will be another depressing disappointing match for one of these two men. You have to love the fact that one man will suffer through three matches of hell... and leave with NOTHING but a broken body.

ROB MARTINEZ: No risk... no reward. Rick Garrett has stated that if the winner comes from REBEL... that man will receive a shot at any belt he chooses. This is gonna be sickening.

BRING DA RUCKUS!

Wu Tang starts to play.Out walks a huge man wearing a black T-shirt that reads "Got Blood?" He is wearing special gloves, in order not to get his hands sliced wide open. He is followed by his manager Enzo. They get to ringside and stare at the barbwire hell that awaits. Murcielago looks up at the barbwire covered baseball bat hanging above the ring. Murcielago slides under the ring, barely missing the razor sharp barbs.

PATH!

Apocalyptica brings out the former two time NAPW champion. He is wearing an NAPW shirt, representing the company that has made him a World known superstar. Ravager wastes no time getting to the ring. He has his hands taped up, and his wrists as well. His body smells slightly of charred flesh... He carefully enters the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: The following match is the FINALS of the King of Hardcore tournament! This match is a Barbwire Rope, Stairway to Hell match. Hanging above the ring is a barbwire baseball bat. The match can only end when one competitor has retrieved the bat, at which time pinfalls and submissions will come into play!

Introducing first... He is representing the NAPW! He is a former two time NAPW Heavyweight champion, a former two time NAPW Provincial champion. He weighs in at two hundred ten pounds. Fighting out of Edmonton, Alberta by way of Brooklyn, New York. THIS IS RAVAGER!

The crowd explodes with cheers for the man they've watched go through very painful matches all night. The crowd does find some boos, maybe because he is an NAPW guy.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent, representing REBEL.

Murcielago comes over to Jenny, whispering something in her ear.

JENNY JERSEY: I stand corrected. His opponent, representing HIMSELF AND ONLY HIMSELF! He is a former REBEL Carolinas champion. He weighed in at two hundred ninety pounds. He is fighting out of Manhattan, New York... he is MURCIELAGO!

They boo him crazy after stating he doesn't want to represent REBEL. Ravager is totally the fan favorite now. Murcielago could careless. Referee Jimmy Johnson, dressed accordingly, calls for the bell.

JACK JONES: Someone might die here! Would we be world famous too for calling the match?

ROB MARTINEZ: I'd rather be world famous for other reasons.

JACK JONES: PFFT! Maybe, but you'll never make it in porn, so this is your best bet!

Ravager and Murcielago stare each other down. The crowd is chanting for Ravager. They get close and tie up. Murcielago uses his height and weight advantage to push Ravager backward and onto his back. Ravager lands a mere two feet away from the barbwire. Murcielago poses a bit, showing off his massive arms. Ravager doesn't seem to be the least bit impressed. He stands up and goes toward Murcielago. Murc charges with a clothesline.. COUNTERED INTO A DROP TOE HOLD. Murcielago falls a few inches short of getting barbwire in the face. Ravager doesn't take long, applying The Garotte. He can't get it hooked in well as Murcielago fights him off. Ravager drops that strategy and stomps the bejezzus out of the head of Murcielago. AGAIN! Murcielago holds his head. Ravager calls for a ring attendant to hand him the ladder.

ROB MARTINEZ: The ladder is in play and Ravager quickly..

JACK JONES: He quickly Gorilla presses the ladder, dropping it on Murcielago.

Murcielago yells in pain. Ravager takes the ladder, lays it flat down, and places Murcielago's head on top of it. He stomps hard, and this is a variation of THE SILENCER! But Murc moves, and Ravager nails the ladder in an odd fashion. Ravager goes down and holds his ankle. Murcielago gets up and stalks over Ravager. Murcielago stomps the ankle. Another stomp. Murcielago takes the ladder and sticks the ankle in the middle. He takes one side and slams it down, but before it closes Ravager removes his foot. Ravager tries to get up quickly. He attempts a quick to Murcielago's midsection but his good foot is caught. Murc pulls Ravager in, grabs him and SPINE BUSTER ON THE LADDER! Ravager is in a great amount of pain.

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh man that looked painful!

JACK JONES: Ravager will survive this match. He better!

ROB MARTINEZ: You bet on him didn't you.

JACK JONES: I gamble so much, a mere grand isn't considered an actual bet anymore.

Murcielago is in the drivers seat and picks up the former NAPW champ. He throws Ravager into the ropes, but Ravager attempts going low and sliding out of the ring. Attempts is the key word. Ravagers shirt is ripped open as he exits. Enzo is told by Murcielago to get him back in the ring. Murcielago in the mean time is trying to set up the ladder. The ladder's leg is bent and Murc is trying to make it usable. Enzo kicks Ravager, who has left blood on the ring side floor. Ravager gets up and nails some STIFF HEADBUTTS to the manager of Murcielago. Ravager then sees something out the corner of his eye.

JACK JONES: Not again?

ROB MARTINEZ: LET RAVAGER REIGN! LIIIGGHTT TUBES!

Enzo meet light tube. Light tube meet ENZO! The glass shatters over the forehead of Enzo. Ravager grabs another couple, placing them in the corner of the ring. Murcielago doesn't notice. Enzo is bleeding badly and being taken to the back. Murc is still trying to get the ladder working. Ravager gets in the ring and tries to sneak behind Murcielago. A sixth sense lets Murc know, and Ravager eats a powerful back elbow from Murc. Ravager backs up and gets nailed in the stomach. Ravager gets picked up for a POWERBOMB... BUT HE PUNCHES MURCIELAGO IN THE HEAD.

Ravager tries to climb the ladder, and gets up half way before Murcielago rises. Murc eats a boot from Ravager. Ravager dives at Murcielago, but Murc catches him. He has him in a body slam position... WAIT, HE FLIPS HIM UP IN A FIREMAN'S CARRY! Murcielago walks the much lighter Ravager near the ropes. Ravager gets spun in mid air and DEFCON ONE ON THE BARBWIRE! That move was similar to Marc Mero's old TKO move. But on BARBWIRE! Ravager hits stomach first on the apron snapping the barbwire ropes top portion. Ravager is laying on the floor, with blood soaking his torn shirt. His back is cut from earlier, now his front is shredded.

JACK JONES: That was (BLEEP) believable. Did you see that?

ROB MARTINEZ: ....

The traditional "Holy Shit" rings out pretty much through out the arena. Murcielago is smiling with sadistic happiness. Ravager tries to move and get back in the ring, but how can he be able to continue. Ravager sees a chair hanging out under the ring. He gets it, hiding it almost. Murcielago comes over to get his opponent into the ring and BAM! Steel chair meets Murcielago's skull. Murcielago falls backward and Ravager gets in the ring. It takes him a few seconds, as he avoids the barbwire. Ravager gets on top of Murc for the pin. Barely a one count. Murcielago punches Ravager in the head. Ravager gets up first, and kicks the now bloody head of Murcielago. Ravager gets the light tubes he set up in the corner. They're in the middle of the ring and Murcielago rises. Boot to Murcielago's gut and DDT ON THE LIGHT TUBES! The explode in the face of Murcielago.

ROB MARTINEZ: Ravager gave Murc his receipt!

This match continues and is getting quite violent. Ravager doesn't look like he has a plan and just punches the cut head of Murcielago. Murcielago gets to his knees and fires back. Murcielago creates enough separation and gets up. Ravager gets blocked trying a roaring elbow. Murcielago spins Ravager around and RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX! Murcielago exits the ring from the side with lacking the barbwire top rope. He finds a table under the ring... WRAPPED IN BARBWIRE! He throws it in the ring carefully. Murcielago sets the table up and picks up Ravager. He again has Ravager in a powerbomb position, but this time doesn't even get to lift him. Ravager with a desperation low blow. Ravager is bleeding badly. He is burned from the earlier match. He some how is climbing the ladder though. Enzo comes back out, bandaged up. He has barbwire clippers.

JACK JONES: Enzo is cutting down the already hanging barbwire.

Murcielago goes over and grabs the strands. Ravager is near the top of the ladder. He has the baseball bat covered in barbwire. Murcielago climbs the other side of the ladder and wraps the barbwire around the head and neck of Ravager. Ravager is struggling to stop him. Ravager tries to nail him with the bat. The ladder begins to tilt...

THEY FALL THROUGH THE TABLE! HOLY (BLEEP) SHIT! Barbwire everywhere!

ROB MARTINEZ: MY GOD! MY GOD! THE CROWD HAS NOT SAT DOWN! BOTH MEN --- BOTH MEN FROM THE TOP OF THE LADDER, STRAIGHT THROUGH A BARBED WIRE TABLE!

JACK JONES: HOLY HELLLLL!

ROB MARTINEZ: And I can't --- I can't see what's --- wait a minute! A count? There's a count! ONE... TWO.. THREE!

JACK JONES: WHO WON?

ROB MARTINEZ: I... I'm not entirely sure, but referee Jimmy Johnson counted SOMEONE'S shoulders down! Neither man is moving!

Jimmy is talking to Jenny...

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of the match... and the THE KING OF HARDCORE...

RAAAAVVVAGGEEER!

The crowd erupts. REBEL owner Rick Garrett and NAPW Commissioner Terry Brandon have come out to ringside, holding a big "KING OF HARDCORE" trophy... but Ravager isn't able to receive it. Murcielago. Ravager. Both men went through hell tonight are now tangled in barbed wire. Garrett yells "GET MORE HELP!" The trainers are already out...

ROB MARTINEZ: I don't know if it was worth it... Ravager is the King of Hardcore, possibly by virtue of a simple landing... but neither man is moving here, Jack Attack. Both men are seriously hurt and I think we're going to have to cut them out of the barbed wire.

JACK JONES: Well they signed up for this and knew it could end like this, but yeesh. On the other hand, my bookie won't break my legs now.

ROB MARTINEZ: Shut up.

The crowd is standing as slowly, carefully, trainers begin to extricate the two bloody grapplers from their barbed wire hell. After minutes that seem like hours, trainers begin to help Murcielago to the back. Another minute later, and Ravager has been pulled to his feet, arms around two trainers. Brandon still has the trophy, now is not the time.

The crowd gives a standing ovation.

Ravager is the King of Hardcore.

At what price?

NAPW/REBEL SUPERSHOW III: KING OF HARDCORE

10/16/2007