04/10/2007
Bat vs Chair: Dio Muerte vs David Banks
The fans are buzzing from the last match, when BOOM. "NEVER GONNA GET IT!" pumps from the Public Address system. The fans take a look at the curtain to see...
JENNY JERSEY: This is the Bat versus Chair match-up! Introducing first, from Greensboro, North Carolina (crowd pops at the home state!)... he weighs in at two-hundred and twenty-three pounds! Ladies and gentlemen, "THE CHAIRMAN" of NAPW... The Charismatic Colossus DAVID BANNNNKS!
Banks comes through the curtain wearing a "HATE" hoodie over top of his ring gear, towel over his shoulders. And of course, in his hand is his infamous steel chair. The crowd gives Banks a rowdy reaction, hey, they can't help but cheer for a home state boy. Banks looks at a couple hands extended his way for fives and snorts, ignoring them.
ROB MARTINEZ: A young man hailing from just up the road in Greensboro, and David Banks of course regularly competes for New Alberta Pro Wrestling, but he is down in Raleigh for a special one-night only match-up.
Banks is in the ring. Stop the music. Are you ready for...
BATTLE?
JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent! From Hollywood, Florida, he weights in at two-hundred and twenty eight pounds! He is REBEL Pro Wrestling's own DIOOOOO MUERTEEEEEE!
Dio Muerte comes through the curtain to the throbbing hip-hop sounds, wearing his trademark black ski-mask, wifebeater and Dickies pants. But he ain't just got a bat... Muerte's got a garbage can full of plundah in the left hand, trusty bat in the right hand. The crowd gives the man a nice pop as he comes to the ring.
ROB MARTINEZ: Folks, have you ever seen a match like this? Dio Muerte is well-known for using that wooden bat... and David Banks is called the "Chairman of NAPW" for good reason. The only place you're going to see action like this is right here in REBEL Pro Wrestling!
For now, Muerte leaves the garbage can on the outside of the ring and rolls in. He's got his bat. Banks has his chair. Jimmy Johnson is the referee for this match-up, and he calls for the bell. The two grapplers are simply staring at each other. Muerte points the bat at Banks. Banks slaps the flat back of the chair loudly with his hand. They circle each other warily, Muerte looking all cool, Banks cocky.
Banks! Muerte! Both with the same idea try to catch the other with a surprise swing, CRASH. The chair and the bat crash into each other loudly. Banks tries to regroup, raising the chair over his head to bring down onto Muerte, he takes the butt end of the bat into the gut for his trouble. That doubles the man over, and Dio Muerte cracks Banks in the back with the bat. Almost just a tap there, as Banks dances away holding his back in pain. Muerte spins the bat and leans into the corner, calm-as-you-please.
ROB MARTINEZ: What Dio Muerte is doing right now, is that he is telling David Banks that "I got you first." He didn't go for the kill there, didn't plunge in recklessly, but he did clearly take an open shot to Banks. Folks, there may not be many wrestling moves in this one...
Again at even ground, although Banks looks just slightly less cocky. You can see it in the pursed lips he has, the slightly exaggerated walk. But wait, what's this? Banks has unfolded his steel chair and set it down. He makes a sweeping motion with his arm, apparently challenging Muerte. He wants a wrestling match instead maybe? No, Banks sits down on the chair? He's telling Dio "free shot." Dio clearly doesn't trust it, but who is he to pass up an opportunity. He hits the ropes to get some speed --- Banks slides off the chair, but Muerte is quick to leap onto the seat of the chair instead. Muerte off the chair with the bat, only to take a fist to the breadbasket. Banks with an irish whip sends Muerte to the ropes, catches him with a drop toe-hold... and that sends Muerte face-first into the unfolded steel chair. Banks takes a moment to chuckle, but then he's on top of Muerte. Stiff cross-face shots to Muerte, who has lost his grip on the bat. And Banks is going for the Charismatic Crossface! He could lock this in and get a submission in no time flat, Dio Muerte trying to keep it from being locked on. Banks sees he can't get it on Muerte yet, so quickly stands up and drives the point of the elbow into the back of Dio's head.
With his man down, Banks picks up the steel chair. He slaps it with his free hand and then gets a good two-handed grip. Muerte is up to his feet, he turns around
WHAM
ROB MARTINEZ: What a thunderous chair shot! You could hear that one echoing through the building, and David Banks has taken control of this contest! Dio Muerte tried to get a hand up to block, but how do you block a speeding steel chair?
Banks preens for a moment, laughing. He slams the chair down and gets a cover. One, two --- hell no. Muerte kicks out right on two, not even close to a three count. Banks says "hell with this" and grabs his chair again. Muerte gets up...
KERANG!
Muerte collapses again, but this time Banks says "No mistakes!" He grabs the steel chair and puts it on top of Dio Muerte's prone form. And with that, Banks ascends to the top rope. Could it be? It could be, it should be, it is the MID-CARD KILLER. The only problem is that ain't nobody home as Dio Muerte rolls out of the way. Fortunately for Banks, Dio's momentum took the chair out of his landing platform.
Unfortunately for Banks, Dio Muerte has the steel chair in his hands! Muerte swings ---
FAKE.
Banks gets a hand up to block, but Muerte stops his swing right before it connects, and instead connects with a Shuffle Sidekick that has Banks seeing stars. The crowd is confused... until Dio grabs his forgotten bat and holds it high.
ROB MARTINEZ: The rules of this match very simple! Banks brings the chair... and Dio brings the bat! This doesn't look good for David Banks... that didn't sound good for David Banks.
The thud of the bat driven across Bank's pectorals, no, that don't sound good at all. And this time it's Dio Muerte, idly spinning the bat while Banks tries to shake off the pain... and then bringing it down across the man's back. This ain't no lovetap, he tagged him baby. Banks drops down to his knees in pain, and Dio...
Well. Pretty much tees off on the back of Banks' head. The bat cracks in half, a shower of splinters and corkwood and sawdust. The crowd immediately starts up with a "HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT" chant. David Banks on instinct has rolled out of the ring, he's laying facedown on the concrete and holding the back of his head tightly in his arms, clearly in intense pain. But Dio Muerte does not go after David Banks.
Nope.
Dio Muerte instead points the ruined handle of his bat to the garbage can of plundah he brought with him. The crowd begins to buzz as Dio heads towards the can. He pulls off the lip, rummages in, and pulls out...
A BARBED WIRE BAT.
ROB MARTINEZ: I've heard it said that "business is about to pick up," because it damn sure is! Dio Muerte just pulled out a ballbat wrapped up like a christmas tree, if a christmas tree was wrapped with skin-tearing barbed wire!
The crowd is going crazy as Muerte cooly saunters over to Banks, who is beginning to pick himself up. The back of his head shows some dark crimson against the black, but that can't prepare Banks for Dio Muerte taking the barbed wire bat and raking it all into his forehead! Banks yells out in pain as Muerte tears the bat away violently. Banks has his face on the apron, and blood is rushing out of angry gashes on his forehead. He manages to roll into the ring, but Dio is doing the same. Banks on hands and knees, and Dio Muerte brings the barbed wire
Down.
It catches in Bank's "HATE" hoodie, Muerte rolling and pulling as Banks yells and screams in pain. Muerte rips the bat free of the fabric, then violently begins to pull it over David's head. Suddenly David is free of the hoodie --- and his entire bare chest and back is exposed to the vicious barbed wire. He knows it. Dio knows it. The gasping crowd knows it.
Muerte with the bat-caught-Banks is trying to fight it off! Banks gets his hands on the bat, on Muerte's wrist, trying to push the bat back as Muerte is pushing in with all his might. It is an artistic tableau, Muerte's eyes flaring, the bloody Banks... and it only ends with Banks somehow, someway, uses Muerte's forward pressure against him. Driving the man down to the canvas. And then suddenly:
Locking in a modified crossface. Modified because Banks has the barbed wire bat ACROSS DIO'S DAMN FACE.
ROB MARTINEZ: Oh my God, this is disgusting! Even with the ski-mask on, that bit of fabric won't keep the razor edged barbs from cutting into his forehead and nose!
Banks is pulling back, the muscles in his neck and arms straining as he pulls and rips back. He's pulling so hard, in fact, with such a strange implement, that he ends up whipping the bat into the air. Muerte is screaming in pain from that, kicking the canvas as Banks somehow gets to his feet. He looks around the crowd, blood-splattered, and then suddenly rolls outside the ring. Banks flips up the ring apron, reaches underneath the ring, and suddenly pulls out...
A barbed-wire chair.
"You think he the only one? Huh?" Banks pulls the chair up and holds it high, the crowd roaring. By God, they're getting their money's worth tonight. Banks ... wait a minute. He's not going in the ring yet. He grabs a chair from ringside, tosses it into the ring. Almost clips the ref. Banks is walking around the ring, barbed wire laced chair in hand, and tossing other chairs into the ring. Four, five, six, seven chairs in the ring. And now Banks finally on the ring apron. What's he doing here? He sets one of the chairs up in the center of the ring and picks up Dio Muerte. Muerte throws a punch, Banks with one of his own, he knuckles the man down to the chair. Muerte is seated and hurt as Banks takes off the ropes
KRUNK
ROB MARTINEZ: THE BARBED WIRE STEEL CHAIR RIGHT ACROSS THE FACE OF DIO MUERTE! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! THE PIN! ONE, TWO, NOOOOO?!
Banks can't believe it, Dio Muerte kicked the hell out. What the hell? Banks argues with the ref, then picks the unmoving Dio Muerte back up. He again sets him on the chair, once again grabbing the barbed wire laced chair. He takes off the ropes, runs, swings, and takes a barbed wire bat right into the stomach. Dio grabs the doubled-over Banks... SIT-OUT POWERBOMB! THROUGH THE UNFOLDED CHAIR IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING!
Muerte hits the canvas, still worn out himself, but he gets an arm over Banks. ONE. TWO. TH---kick out! David Banks somehow kicks out, but now there are angry red gashes all across his abdomen.
ROB MARTINEZ: And if you can believe this, folks, next week in NAPW David Banks has to wrestle Tommy Deathrow in a SUPERSTAR RULES match. Which is basically a REBEL RULES match-up... Banks isn't going to make it to next Tuesday at this right! And WAIT A MINUTE, MUERTE IS GOING UP TO THE TOP ROPE? BANKS IS IN NO-MAN'S LAND... FROOOOG SPLASH!
WHAM! Muerte connects with Banks, connects with the chair he'd thrown on top of the man. Dio spasms on the canvas, holding his gut, he sacrificed his own body to get that damage on David Banks. He gets the pin... and Banks kicks out. The crowd can't believe it, but they are damn well on their feet chanting "(BLEEP) HIM UP DIO, (BLEEP) HIM UP! (BLEEP) HIM UP DIO, (BLEEP) HIM UP!" Muerte indeed has gone back to his barbed wire bat... he digs it into Banks forehead for a gruesome image, as Banks groans of pain are evidence of the brutality. Dio then rolls to the outside, reaching into his can of plundah, and pulling out... a water bottle? Dio empties the bottle over his head, getting some in his mouth, washing some away. Hell, that was actually smart. But then WATCH OUT as Dio tosses the can overhead, over the ropes into the ring, narrowly missing David Banks. Dio wasn't really aiming. Nonetheless, Dio is back in the ring. He roots around in the can for... what?
We may never know, because Banks tries to pick Muerte up for a back suplex. Muerte flips out at the apex and rushes Banks BELLY TO BELLY. The Chairman just sent Dio flying into the ropes. Dio has one arm tangled oddly in the ropes... wait a minute. Oh no.
Banks just tied Dio Muerte up between the second and third ropes.
Dio kicks at Banks, but the bloody Chairman steps away. Come to think of it, Dio is bloody as well, there is red soaking through his ski-mask and dripping down. That white wife-beater is never gettin' clean. But right now, Dio is trying to get free to no avail as the Chairman takes a quick breather. Johnson tries to go free Dio, but he backs off nervously as Banks threatens him with a chair. Banks once again has the barbed wire chair, even as Dio Muerte is struggling in the ropes. He's taking his time with this shot... actually, what exactly is Banks doing? He's grabbed the towel he brought to the ring, and he's... well, wrapping it around the barbed wire chair. That towel is stuck good, but for what reason?
To the outside goes Banks, again reaching under the ring apron. Has he hidden something else out down there? Wait...he's got something. He's got...
A jerry can.
ROB MARTINEZ: A jerry can of gasoline! If Banks is going to do what I think he's going to do... I ask you, what is worse than a barbed-wire covered chair?
Banks opens the jerry can as the crowd's roar grows louder and louder. He empties the contents over top of the fire chair, the distinct stench of gasoline filling the armory. Banks holds up the soaked chair... and produces a lighter from his trunks.
Flick.
ROB MARTINEZ: A barbed-wire covered chair... ON FIRE.
"HOLEEEEEEEEEEE" the crowd begins.
Muerte sees it coming and steels himself like a man.
BANKS SWINGS
"SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIT"
CRACK.
FWOOOSH.
ROB MARTINEZ: MY GOD! MY GOD! DIO MUERTE HAS BEEN HIT WITH A FLAMING STEEL CHAIR! THIS IS WHAT REBEL PRO IS ALL ABOUT, BUT BY GOD WE STILL NEED A FIRE EXTINGUISHER!
Dio Muerte was knocked out of the ropes by that brutal shot, but his clothing has caught fire. He yells horribly on the concrete as he rolls to put out the flames. In the ring Banks has dropped to one knee, unsteadily holding the top rope as he sways. But he's got a cocky grin on his blood stained face. The crowd is chanting "RPDUB RPDUB RPDUB RPDUB" as the scene plays out.
Frighteningly, the match is not yet over.
In the ring Banks has started stacking the numerous chairs into a sloppy pile, for what purpose, only he could know. Jimmy Johnson is outside with Dio Muerte, asking him if he wants to go on. The smell of singed flesh and fabric hangs in the air. Dio grabs Jimmy by the collar and shoves him on his ass. He reaches up for the bottom rope, clawing at the canvas, and somehow heaves his carcass back into the ring.
And here David Banks is ready for him. He grabs Dio Muerte, hooking him for a vertical suplex --- apparently into that pile of stacked chairs! Hell, we know Banks likes the trifecta. But Muerte gets his leg in the way, refusing to go over. Banks hits him, tries again, again Muerte blocks. COUNTER. BRAINBUSTAAHHHHHH. Dio Muerte with a desperation brainbuster to counter, and now he's crawling towards his plundah can, there can't be something else in it, can there? There is! Dio pulls out yet a third bat... a bat glinting strangely in the light.
ROB MARTINEZ: I can't quite make out what's on that bat... wait a moment, folks, you won't believe... it isn't? It is! Dio Muerte has pulled out a bat... a bat covered in glue and GLASS. Shards of broken glass all over the end of that ball bat! And he's going to use it on another human being!
Dio has the bat---Banks looks up---DIO SMASHES THE BAT ACROSS THE BACK OF BANKS! ACROSS THE CHEST! AND HE TEES OFF --- BANKS DUCKS. Hundreds of red pinprick wounds, some gashes have opened up all over his body! Muerte swings again, Banks gets a hand up to knock the bat away, but he cuts his hand up badly doing so. Dio is coming! Dio Muerte is coming! David Banks is backed into the corner, he ain't got nowhere to go, and Dio runs in and swings with the bat --- hits the turnbuckle pad! Banks shoves Dio into the turnbuckle chest first with crazy force, enough to send the glass-covered bat flying. Banks turns Dio around, picks the man up and puts him to the top rope. He climbs up --- Dio with an OPEN HAND SLAP to the face of Banks! Banks returns with the same to the ski-masked face of Dio! Dio with a slap --- Banks with a slap --- echoing through the armory --- Banks with a sudden HEADBUTT to Dio Muerte!
David double-underhooks the arms... looks back for just one second...
And plunges Dio Muerte downwards into a pile of eight or nine steel chairs. Unbelievable? No. Just...
Beyond Belief.
The crowd is chanting RPDUB RPDUB RPDUB RPDUB as Banks finally rolls over and puts a bloody arm over Muerte, laying on top of the stack of steel seats. Johnson counts one... two... and though Dio twitches, it's not enough to kick out before the three.
JENNY JERSEY: The winner of the match... Davvvviiiid Bannnnnnks! ROB MARTINEZ: You may think you have seen it all, but you have not seen REBEL Pro Wrestling until now. Listen to this crowd, showing RESPECT for the hell these two men just put themselves through.
What's the crowd chanting?
"THAT WAS AWESOME. THAT WAS AWESOME. THAT WAS AWESOME."
ROB MARTINEZ: There wasn't a title on the line, this was all about pride! We saw barbed wire, we saw fire, we saw broken glass all strapped onto bats and chairs... it took Beyond Belief onto a dozen chairs to finally put this one away. David Banks gets the win tonight, but Dio Muerte has proven to all these fans here tonight that he is for real! These men will need medical attention but this is what REBEL Pro is all about... putting it all on your line, your very body, for a chance at glory.
Banks has stumbled into the aisle where he is laying as trainers come to attend to him. He is, literally, bleeding from all over, hundreds of small wounds... not to mention the jagged, raked gashes on his forehead. Dio is in the ring still, the crowd still in shock and awe over the match they have just seen. Dio shoves trainers away, but can't keep his feet due to his own blood loss. What a freaking match.
LADDER TO SUCCESS
05/01/2007
Monster vs Beast I: Caliban vs Bruce Richards
JENNY JERSEY: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, the special guest referee for the match... WARREN!
WARREN, dressed in a REBEL Pro referee's jersey, comes out to a decent cheer from the fans! He looks a little pensive tonight, but still manages to keep a smile on his face. Warren circles the front row, singing to his theme music and glad handing the fans before climbing into the ring.
"The Wretched", Nine Inch Nails.
JENNY JERSEY: And the competitors! First, from somewhere in the Amazon Basin and being accompanied to the ring by Ringmaster Iago and Miranda. Weighing in at THREE HUNDRED and FIFTY pounds, he is the undefeated monster of REBEL Pro Wrestling... CALIBAN!
Miranda and the sinister Ringmaster Iago step out from the back, and hold open the curtains for the monstrous CALIBAN. There is a mixed reaction from the crowd, some cheers, some boos - but love him or hate him the giant man-beast has everyone's attention. Flanked by his handlers, Caliban heads down to the ring and slides in. He takes a half-step toward Warren, but Miranda whistles and indicates that that's a big "No!"
"Knights of Cydonia", MUSE, and a HUGE pop from the North Carolina crowd!
JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent! From St. Albert, Alberta, Canada, and being accompanied to the ring by Bill Fleming. Weighing in at TWO HUNDRED and SEVENTY pounds... BRUCE! THE BEAST! RICHARDS!
BRUCE "The Beast" RICHARDS emerges from the curtains, with Bill Fleming at his side. He bee-lines to the ring, hands his cowboy hat to Bill, then steps in. In an instant, Bruce Richards is right in Caliban's face, and the two just angrily stare at each other... and for one of the only times in his career, the Beast is the smaller of the two men. Caliban has seven inches and nearly a hundred pounds on the five time NAPW Tag Team Champion. But that doesn't mean the crowd hasn't decided how this will go down.
"BEAST IS GONNA KILL YOU! BEAST IS GONNA KILL YOU!"
Iago angrily shouts at the front row to please be quiet, but Warren seems to be encouraging them from the ring. Caliban, to his credit, doesn't seem to be paying any attention to this. Fleming shoots an angry glance at Miranda and Iago in Caliban's corner. And there's the bell!
Bruce Richards immediately explodes with a barrage of punches and the crowd explodes! The monstrous Caliban takes the brunt of it, but even he is staggered by the onslaught, backing toward a corner, and getting his arms up to defend!
ROB MARTINEZ: What an opening assault from The Beast! I've never seen Caliban put on the defensive before!
Richards takes advantage of his early momentum, catching Caliban by the dreadlocked head, planting his feet in the monster's chest, and Monkey Flip! Richards rolls back to his feet while Caliban bounces across the canvas, rushes the far ropes, and rebounds with a perfect big boot that bulls eyes the monster right in the face. Caliban goes down and the crowd is going wild! Bruce Richards with a pin! One! Kickout with authority from Caliban!
ROB MARTINEZ: A fair count there from Warren. Looks like he really does plan to call this down the middle.
You wouldn't know that from the glare Iago is sending Warren's direction. Warren visibly gulps. Bruce quickly takes his feet, looking to continue pressing his advantage. Caliban pulls himself up with ropes, and turns right into a flying lariat that sends both men crashing to the ring! The fans cheer again, and again Richards rolls to his feet... and now he's signaling that he's going upstairs! These REBEL fans are rising to their feet as he climbs up to the top rope! But wait! Ringmaster Iago is on the apron, grabbing at his foot. Bill Fleming immediately call foul! Bruce angrily shucks him off, and glares down at the sinister, well dressed man. Iago tries to reach up again, but Warren catches his arm! Iago glares into Warren's face and demands he be unhanded, but the young official doesn't gulp this time, he just grins. "You! Are! OUTTA HERE, buuuuuuuuudy!"
ROB MARTINEZ: Oh my! Ringmaster Iago's just been ejected from ringside!
Iago protests and Warren just waves him goodbye. But the damage has been done, and from the smug look on Iago's face as he starts leaving ringside, he knows it. Bruce stands on the corner... and then is suddenly and harshly pulled down. In an instant he's draped face up across Caliban's shoulders... DREADLOCK DROP! Richards is planted in the ring and Caliban rises and ROARS. The monster grabs down at The Beast, and pulls him to his feet, then hooks up his head... Suplex... SLAM. And again Richards is driven face-first into the canvas! The monster turns him over, and covers! One! Two! Just two. Another fair count from Warren. Caliban maintains his advantage, taking Richards by the head, sitting him up and applying a sideways Chinlock. Bill Fleming starts pounding on the apron, trying to rally the crowd behind Richards, and they're more than happy to oblige. Richards grasps at Caliban's meaty hands, trying to break the lock and grits his teeth, but refuses to submit. He starts getting fired up by the crowd, and begins trying to climb to his feet, struggling against the dominating monster, and suddenly the Beast starts fighting back, throwing an elbow into Caliban's solar plexus! Caliban is stunned, and Bruce - rising to his feet - whips the man-beast into the ropes. Caliban catches himself before he can spill over, but Bruce rushes him and clothesline's him right over the top rope! Caliban crashes to ringside and the fans applaud! Miranda rushes over to check on her fallen monster, but stops dead in her tracks and dives for cover because HERE COMES THE BEAST! Suicide No-Hands Plancha! Richards crashes into Caliban and both men spill into the guardrail The crowd cheers again, and Warren starts counting! One! Two! Three! Four! Both men are stirring at ringside. Five! Six! Seven! Eight! Caliban has risen, but Richards catches him and starts throwing some punches. Nine! Ten! And Warren starts calling for the bell...
ROB MARTINEZ: What's Warren doing? Warren! There's no count-out! This is REBEL Pro Wrestling!
Warren, having heard Martinez at ringside, looks perplexed - but there's nothing he can do. The two manimals are clashing at ringside, unabated. Caliban has again taken the upper hand, driving Richards into the ring post. The Beast slowly turns himself around, and gets squashed against the post by a huge body splash from the man-beast! Richards goes slack, and Caliban catches him and rolls him into the ring. He goes to follow but Miranda whistles and catches his attention. She points at one of the left over tables from the TLC match earlier.
ROB MARTINEZ: Oh no. I know where this is going, and it isn't going to be pretty!
The fans are a mixture of cheers and boos as Caliban plucks up the table and slides it into the ring. He climbs into the ring after it, and then pulls it into the corner as Bruce Richards starts stirring in the ring. The crowd starts chanting "Beast! Beast! Beast!," and Fleming claps along with them, trying to revive him. Warren goes over to Caliban as he sets up the table in the corner and yells for him to get rid of it, but the monster just shoots a glare at him that sends him backpedaling. Bruce has risen in the far corner, and angrily glares at Caliban's back as the man-beast finishes setting up his table. Caliban turns to go and get Richards only to see him up in the corner! The crowd rises to it's feet! Warren goes to take down the table! Bruce "the Beast" Richards charges! Caliban dives aside!
ROB MARTINEZ: OH MOMMA NO!
THE BEAST AND WARREN COLLIDE! Warren gets put through the table in the corner with authority and the REBEL Pro fans can't help but GROAN! Bruce scrambles to his feet and looks down at the shattered table and equally shattered guest referee. He turns in time to duck a clothesline attempt from Caliban! He grabs the arm and pulls the monster up onto his shoulders! The Beast grunts... CHART ATTACK! The REBEL fans ERUPT! Stick a fork in him, Caliban is DONE! Miranda is angrily shouting at him to get back up... but Bruce Richards knows there's no referee, and he needs to make SURE Caliban is dead! He goes upstairs! DIVING MOONSAULT! Richards hooks the leg, and starts shouting for Warren to get up! Bill Fleming shakes him... but I think Warren might be dead! Wait... someone's running out from backstage in a referee jersey! He hits the ring and counts! ONE!
And stops, hand raised.
It's Stylin' Kyle Roberts.
Richards glares into the face of his former tag team partner. The REBEL fans BOO for all they're worth. Some are still counting the pinfall, and are up around a six count, but Roberts just grins at Richards, hand held high. Slowly... PAINFULLY slowly... he starts to count... twoooooooooooooooKICKOUT! BOO! Miranda laughs and applauds at ringside, but Bill Fleming is going ape! He keeps shaking Warren, trying to rouse him, but it's to no avail. Stylin' Kyle is the new referee. And Bruce "the Beast" Richards is none too happy about it.
Richards shouts at Kyle to get the hell out of there, but Stylin' Kyle shrugs and points behind him. The Beast turns... CLOTHESLINE! Richards spins head-over-heels and crashes into the canvas. Kyle cringes and laughs. Caliban hauls the Beast to his feet, whips him at the ropes. Richards rebounds, Caliban catches him... Tilt-A-Whirl BACKBREAKER. Richards writhes on the mat, and Caliban covers! Stylin' Kyle with the count! ONETWOTHKICKOUT! My GOD what a fast count! Bruce Richards JUUUUST kicked out, and Kyle shrugs. Caliban pulls The Beast back up, takes him by the head, and DRIVES him into the top turnbuckle. Bruce turns, and slumps into the corner... and suddenly has Miranda CHOKING him with her bull whip! Richards gags, eyes bulging, and the fans turn instantly hostile! Bill Fleming is calling for her to be ejected, but Stylin' Kyle isn't even watching. He's too busy poking Warren with his toe. Fleming climbs the apron and gets right into Roberts' face, demanding he take action. Stylin' Kyle grins. "Heya, Bill! GET TO STEPPIN'!"
ROB MARTINEZ: This is insane! Now Bill Fleming is being ejected from ringside... and he didn't even DO anything!
Bill throws a fit, but is powerless to do anything. Stylin' Kyle waves him goodbye, and taps his head - he's smarter than you, after all. Caliban has been busy smacking Bruce in the chest with his meaty hands! The fans are groaning with each shot, but at least Miranda has released her illegal choke. Richards sags in the corner, looking spent and trying desperately to catch his breath, but the man-beast is relentless. Miranda rushes over to the time-keeper's table and sweeps everything off, then pulls it over toward the ring. Caliban sees it, and grabs The Beast by the throat, hauling him up into a Gorilla Press! The fans rise again to their feet as Caliban steps over to the edge of the ring! He drops Richards... but don't count out the Beast! He catches himself on the ropes, and lands on his feet on the apron! Caliban ROARS and rushes him for the Cactus Clothesline, but Bruce lowers the bridge! Caliban goes up, over, and CRASHES through the table at ringside!
"Holy SHIT! Holy SHIT!"
Richards drops ringside and roughly shoulders Miranda aside, shooting her a glare. "You wanted to see the BEAST!? WELL HERE HE IS!" The crowd erupts again as he grabs a handful of Caliban's dreadlocks and PULLS the fallen animal to his feet. The Beast grabs his opponent, locking on the Cobra Clutch... and BOMB! Right onto the hard floor at ringside! Caliban HOWLS, clutching at his back, and The Beast with a STIFF kick to the back! Caliban howls again, and tries to crawl away, but Richards again catches him by the head and drives him headfirst into the steel ring steps. Caliban goes slack, and Bruce, still holding a handful of dreadlocks, starts grinding the monster's face against the steps! The crowd cheers, and Caliban howls, reaching back and trying to catch his attacker, but The Beast pulls the man-beast's head back and drives it once more into the steps! The Beast then hauls Caliban up and rolls him into the ring. Caliban, woozy, attempts to rise while Richards goes upstairs again, but he collapses, mid-ring. Richards is signalling for the moonsault... but then Stylin' Kyle pulls the man-beast aside! The Beast hops down from the top rope and storms over to Kyle, getting right in his face. The fever pitch of the REBEL Pro Wrestling fans rises again as the former members of D-X glare into each other's eyes. Heated words are exchanged about "coming into my home", and being "fair and impartial for just once in your life". The Beast backs off, Stylin' Kyle grinning... THE CLAW! Kyle Roberts FLAILS but Bruce Richards has the claw locked in! The REBEL fans cheer as the replacement referee tries to grab at the ropes... but he's got nowhere to run! Kyle's arms go limp, then his knees give out... and Stylin' Kyle Roberts fades away under the Beast's unrelenting hold!
ROB MARTINEZ: We're sans-referee again, folks! This thing is getting out of hand!
Warren is still KO'd in a corner. Now, Stylin' Kyle is unconscious! Richards releases his hold, and rolls Kyle out of the ring, where he plops down to ringside limp. He rises back to his feet and makes a throat slitting motion with his thumb, then turns... and ducks a lariat from Caliban! He again grabs the arm, hauls Caliban up to his shoulders...
CHART ATTACK KILLS YOU DEAD!
He hooks the leg! But there's no... wait! Warren is stirring in the corner! The young man crawls to toward the pin as the crowd rises to it's feet! He starts counting! The fans count along!
ONE!
TWO!
THRKICKOUT!
ROB MARTINEZ: I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!
And neither can Bruce "the Beast" Richards! He looks down at the stirring man-beast incredulously, then slowly rises to his feet. The Beast reaches down and takes Caliban by the dreadlocks, and pulls him up, and again onto his shoulders. He grunts again under the strain, and the fans are cheering!
CHART ATTACK...
But Caliban lands on his feet like a cat!
Bruce Richards' eyes bug out and Caliban clamps a hand over his throat, eyes blazing through the slits in his mask. Bruce struggles, but the monster manages to get his other hand on his neck too! CHOKEBOMB! Richards is slammed with enough force that the ring shakes! Caliban pins! Warren, still barely moving on the mat, counts!
ONE!
TWO!
THRKICKOUT!
ROB MARTINEZ: OH! MY! GOD!
Caliban roars and falls backward, exhausted! Even monsters have limits, and this might just be his! Both men are down in the ring... heck, all THREE men are down if you count Warren! And Stylin' Kyle is still prone at ringside! Miranda shouts at Caliban to rally himself, and the REBEL fans start chanting...
"This is awesome!" Clap, clap, clap clap clap. "This is awesome!" Clap, clap, clap clap clap.
Bruce "the Beast" Richards begins to stir. So, too, does Caliban. And then, Warren. All three men slowly retake their feet as the crowd continues to cheer them. Bruce turns, throwing a blind punch at Caliban. Caliban takes it in the chops, then fires one back. The Beast staggers, then throws one back! Caliban! Beast! Caliban! Beast! Beast! And Caliban SURGES forward, catching the Beast... SPINEBUSTER! Bruce Richards rolls to the ropes, and grabs at them, grimacing with pain, and trying to regain his footing, but Caliban rushes him for the Cactus Clothesline! Again, though, The Beast has him scouted and ducks aside! Caliban catches himself on the ropes... and suddenly the Beast is scooping him up over his shoulders... and Caliban somehow rolls through, landing on his feet! He catches The Beast by the back of the neck! Bruce squirms aside, throwing an elbow at the monster that staggers him! The Beast, now, ducks down to get Caliban set back up for the Chart Attack, but Caliban steps back, reaches over and grabs him by the back of the neck again, then ROUGHLY swings Bruce around, planting him face first into the top turnbuckle! Richards is seeing stars but Caliban doesn't let go of his neck, instead hauling him up for...
HEART OF DARKNESS! The REBEL Fans EXPLODE! This has to be it!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner... CALIBANNNNN!
"The Wretched" plays as Caliban rolls out of the ring. He and Miranda, who is helping a pained looking Stylin' Kyle Roberts, retreat to the back to a mix of boos and applause from the REBEL fans.
ROB MARTINEZ: My GOD! What a BRUTAL, INTENSE match-up! Both men took each other to the LIMIT! Bruce "the Beast" Richards actually matched the dominant Caliban physically in the ring... but came up just a little short in the end! I can't help but think that had Stylin' Kyle Roberts not gotten involved, that The Beast may have walked out of here a winner tonight... but we may never know. What we DO know, however, is that The Beast proved tonight that Caliban is NOT unbeatable!
In the ring, Bruce "the Beast" Richards slowly rises, using the ropes for support. Suddenly Warren is there, helping him to his feet. The Beast glares at the young man for a second, then smirks and extends a hand. Warren smiles and shakes it, then raises The Beast's arm! The REBEL Fans cheer, then...
"Thank you, Richards!" Clap, clap, clap clap clap! "Thank you, Richards!" Clap, clap, clap clap clap!
As Richards is waving to the fans, Caliban slips into the ring and attacks a distracted "Beast!" Richards is taken to the mat with a flurry of kicks and punches and suddenly WARREN of all people shoves him away! The crowd explodes at Warrens guts but the poor boy looks ready to wet himself. Caliban swings and Warren ducks underthe fist! The monster spins around and Warren jabs a thumb to the eye! Warren hooks the head of Caliban and goes for a sliced bread #2! However the monster Caliban simply throws him off and Warren sails down to the floor and hard against the ring barrier! Caliban takes a look at the crumpled Warren down below him and turns just in time to get clotheslined over the top rope by Bruce Richards! The monster lands with a heavy thud and the crowd again explodes for "the Beast!"
ROB MARTINEZ: He may not be from REBEL, but he just showed the fans that he's more than capable of handling himself in this violent promotion! What a show! What a match! And we still have the main event left to go!
CULTURE CLASH
05/08/2007
The Reformation of The Crimes
Rex picks up the ladder and drives it into the leg of Brian Bruno! Another shot to the leg and Bruno is clutching his leg in agony. Caliber drops the ladder to the mat and grabs the injured leg of Bruno. Caliber drops the ladder to the mat and pulls Bruno up to his feet. Caliber again hooks him for a suplex but Bruno blocks it! Bruno rakes the eyes of Caliber and then starts to bite the bloody gash on the champions head! Bruno whips the champ into the ropes and hits a Arn Anderson style spinebuster onto the ladder! Rex rolls across the ring hold his back in pain as Bruno grins maliciously. Bruno picks up the ladder and props it up against the ring post before going over and pulling Caliber off of the mat. Bruno Irish whips Caliber into the corner and the ladder and the champion staggers out of the corner...And right into a Sack Exchange from Bruno! He goes in for the cover , one, two, thr..NO!! The champ kicks out! Bruno looks shocked that Caliber kicked out and pulls a bloody champ to his feet. Bruno shoots Rex into the ropes and AGAIN hits the Sack Exchange!
ROB MARTINEZ: It's over! It has to be over!
Bruno goes for a cover! One, Two...The referee gets pulled out of the ring! All eyes turn to the man who pulled the referee out of the ring, it's Mr. Canada! Bruno rolls out of the ring and drops Mr. Canada with a clothesline! Bruno grabs the referee and throws him back into the ring before rolling in himself!
ROB MARTINEZ: Damn this Mr. Canada crap! Bruno needs to get the pin before anything or anyone else can stick their nose in this match!
Inside the ring Rex is starting to get to his feet and Bruno drops him with a sitout side powerslam! Again he goes for a cover! One, Two, This time it's Bruno who is pulled out of the ring! But not by Mr. Canada, but by The Man In Black! Bruno looks momentarily confused as he looks at both Mr. Canada AND a Man In Black and then the fight is on! Bruno is throwing wild rights and lefts but is brought down by the duo of masked men!
Lights out.
Several flashbulbs pop through the Arena as the darkness seems to last forever.
Lights up.
The crowd EXPLODES as the NAPW Champion Ravager is standing in the ring behind Rex Caliber! Rex looks at Ravager and then sees the melee on the outside. Ravager and Rex share a smile and both men head for the save! Ravager starts to climb out of the ring when....Rex Caliber hits the NAPW Champion with a low blow!
ROB MARTINEZ: What the frickin' Hell?
Rex starts to kick away at Ravager as the fans rain down boos onto the REBEL Champion! The MIB and Mr. Canada throw Bruno into the ring and climb in after him. A bloodied Caliber grabs Bruno and nails his Planetary Collision! Caliber yells for the referee to count as the MIB and Mr. Canada pummel Ravager. Reluctantly the referee counts...One, two, three!!
ROB MARTINEZ: Rex Caliber retains the title! But it looks like our champion has sold his soul to keep that belt!
Mr. Canada handcuffs Bruno to the near turnbuckle and joins in on the beat down on Ravager.
JENNY JERSEY: The winner of the match, and still REBEL Heavyweight Champion...REX Caliber!!
Boos fill the Arena as Rex raises his arms in tainted victory. From nowhere Ravager jabs a thumb into the eyes of the Man In Black! Ravager is back on his feet and drops Mr. Canada with a clothesline! Rex begs off as Ravager looks ready to kill someone. The Man In Black stumbles into the path of Ravager and the NAPW Champion reaches out and yanks off the mask!
ROB MARTINEZ: Holy shit! Lloyd Rees?
It is indeed "LDK" Lloyd Rees! The fans are stunned, Ravager however simply grabs his longtime foe and hurls him out of the ring. Mr. Canada looks at Rex and then pulls off his own mask!
ROB MARTINEZ: Oh my God...It's David Banks! Rex Caliber has aligned himself with the NAPW Tag Champs!
Banks rushes Ravager and the "white collar assassin" side steps him and sends him hurling over the top rope! Now it's only Rex and Ravager and the REBEL champion looks less than thrilled. Ravager advances on Rex when...
"WE'RE SCRAPPPED VALENTINES, WE'RE TANGERINE RINDS WE'RE CRIMESCRIMESCRIMESCRIMESCRIMES" hits the sound system!
ROB MARTINEZ: You've got to be kidding me!
But it's true, from behind the curtain we see...Static emerge to the utter shock of everyone in the REBEL Arena! It's the distraction that Caliber needs as he attacks Ravager and takes him to the mat with a double leg takedown. Banks and Rees re-enter the ring and help Rex attack both Ravager and the handcuffed Brian Bruno!
ROB MARTINEZ: What are we seeing here? Is this some kind of Crimes reunion? How do Banks and Rees fit into this?
Static enters the ring and he hands a microphone to a bloodied Rex Caliber.
REX: RAVAGER... Get the Hell off our Lawn show... You remember it?
Static smirks as Ravager is being held by Rees.
REX: Let me refresh your fucking memory. You handcuffed me... you blasted me... and CAUSED A FUCKING RIOT.
Rex leans in close to Ravager.
REX: Revenge was needed. It ate away at me, that I let you... YOU PIECE OF SHIT... YOU DO THAT TO ME... And I never got even. Eventually things were just right. I owned NAPW. I became your boss, but was fair. I waited, I planned and now? You will pay for your Crime! NAPW will pay for their Crimes! That piece of trash over there...
Rex points to Bruno.
REX: They'll all pay. Say Hello to the new Crimes bitch!
Rex kicks Ravager in the face and backs off. Static has retrieved the REBEL Heavyweight Title and handed it to Rex.
ROB MARTINEZ: This is sickening! All these weeks Rex Caliber has been playing the fans and the boys in the back for fools! It looks like REBEL has a new stable...A Stable called the Crimes!
We end on the image of Rex Caliber, Static Lloyd Rees and David Banks leaving the ring. Security is having to keep the fans from attacking the new stable and inside the ring? We see Ravager and Brian Bruno exchange a look. Rex Caliber started a war...Now Ravager and Bruno look to finish it. By any means necessary.
NAPW/REBEL SUPERSHOW I
05/15/2007
Hair vs Mask for the REBEL Tag Team Titles: Dio and James vs (C) The Foundation
JACK JONES: And that Rob is why you never... ever... under any circumstances park in my space!
ROB MARTINEZ: Did you really kidnap a woman's cat?
BILL HEWSON: Not only that.. he put the picture of it, tied up, on his Christmas cards. It is May 15th, Edmonton Alberta from The Polish Hall and it is the first-ever NAPW/REBEL Pro supershow! I'm Bill Hewson along with Jack "Attack" Jones and joining us for the evening is the Voice of REBEL, Rob Martinez! Let's go to the first match...
JENNY JERSEY: The following match is one fall to a finish and is under REBEL rules. It is the Hair versus Mask match, AND IS FOR THE REBEL TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP!
Jimmy Johnson is standing in the ring. Then it's Gangstarr baby! "Battle" begins playing as Dio Muerte and Jeff James, enter the Polish Hall to an eruption of cheers. Jeff looks to the left, then looks to the right. He feels the electricity in the air. Dio lightly taps his palm with his bat, and they walk toward the ring. Referee They enter the ring, as the lovely Jenny Jersey introduces them.
JENNY JERSEY: Introducing the challengers. They weigh in at a combined four hundred thirty three pounds. This is the team of DIO MUERTE, AND THE RETURNING... JEFF JAMES!
"The New Foundation" by AkForty takes over the Polish Hall air waves. We look to the curtain and out walks Mr. B, then Thomas Young. He has his half of the Tag belts around his waist. He has a mic in his hand.
THOMAS YOUNG: Now... cut our music. Boys... I feel kind of embarrassed but Darko hasn't made it yet. He is running a tad late.
ROB MARTINEZ: I saw him backstage before the show? What the hell is this?
Dio and Jeff look straight up the aisle way. They shake their heads.
THOMAS YOUNG: I just need a few minutes.. and I PROMISE HE WILL BE HERE!
JACK JONES: Can these people be any more disrespectful! I'm concerned for the Prince.
BILL HEWSON: See what I put up with!
The crowd boos, and starts a BULLSHIT chant. Thomas looks at them and flips them off. Then a buzz goes through the crowd.
THOMAS YOUNG: Let me go back and check.
As he says that, Prince Darko jumps the railing after setting a trash can full of weapons down near ringside. He picks it up and throws it in the ring, hitting Dio in the back. Dio is on one knee and in runs Thomas Young. Jeff James meets him, and Darko gets in the ring, taking advantage of Dio. The bell sounds! This match is underway.
BILL HEWSON: A total set up by the sneaky Foundation. If it's underhanded...they have done it!
Jeff James lays some fists all over Thomas. The brothers are exchanging blow after blow. Darko tries a suplex but is blocked. Dio gets Darko up for a BRAINBUSTER! Jeff picks up a golf club that came from Darko's metal trash can. He swings at Thomas who grabs the club. Jeff uses it to pull Young closer in and MASSIVE CLOTHESLINE. Young to the outside. Jeff James on the top rope, and cross-body block on Young. James is up and pumped. Darko is dazed, and getting to his feet. Dio has his bat in hand. Dio with a Barry Bonds swing at the head of Darko. Darko manages to get his arm to block?! HIS ARM HAS TO BE STINGING! Darko is on the ground, writhing in pain. Jeff James on the outside, Thomas gets up only to get... CRASH LANDING! The leg sweep, Standing Moonsault, double knee drop combo move that has the crowd chanting Jeff's name. Dio lets Darko get up, and goes for a shuffle sidekick. Darko moves out of the way, then hits a RUNNING DDT! The cover doesn't even get a one count. Darko mounts Dio, and tries to get some elbows in. Dio, blocks them and grabs his right arm, and flips his legs up around Darko's head. Does he have it? A TRIANGLE CHOKE FROM DIO! Darko is near tapping from the UFC style move. They are near the ropes, and Mr. B elbows Dio's head. He breaks the hold as the crowd boos.
ROB MARTINEZ: Some MMA by Dio? Like he wasn't dangerous enough with a bat.. he is adding in submission moves!
BILL HEWSON: Dio was a very promising star here.. REBEL is lucky to have him.
JACK JONES: Lucky? I got some more crappy wrestlers to send there way.. hopefully we can get the Foundation back in return!
Jeff James picks up Thomas Young on the outside and throws him into the guardrail. In the ring Darko is recovering, and Dio is up... AND PISSED! He grabs a... computer keyboard? When did Darko become a New Jack mark? Darko eats a keyboard off his head, and KEYS FLY EVERYWHERE! Darko is stunned. Jeff James is down from a low blow by Thomas Young. Young with a quick running boot at James knocking him down. In the ring Darko is primed for... THE DEMORTALIZER!!
ROB MARTINEZ: This match is OVER!
Young on the top rope. Dio with the cover. One, Two... LEG DROP ON THE BACK OF DIO'S HEAD! Young just saved his tag belts.
JACK JONES: This may be garbage wrestling.. but I gotta cheer for my pals the Foundation!
Darko is OUT COLD! James is on the ring apron.. He catapults himself off the ropes and BLOCKBUSTER ON THOMAS YOUNG! He..never...saw...it...coming! Cover... ONE, TWO.. Darko with the save. How close was that? James takes Darko by his fro and SIDE EFFECT ON DARKO! ONE, TWO, DAMN THAT THOMAS YOUNG! He pushes Jeff off at the last split second! Young busts Jeff in the head with a BEER BOTTLE? Jeff is busted open! Dio is behind Young, he spins him around... boot to the midsection of Young... SIT OUT POWERBOMB! Mr. B on the ring apron and Dio is distracted.
BILL HEWSON: Damn that Mr. B.
Dio goes over to him... AND DARKO FROM BEHIND! Dio turns around to THE COMPLETE SHOT! Cover but a foot on the rope. Jeff James is up... He dabs his head.. He sees BLOOD? HE GOES BAT-SHIT CRAZY! JUMPING SUPER KICK ON PRINCE DARKO. Young gets up and EATS A LOU THESZ PRESS WITH SOME STIFF RIGHT HANDS. Then Jeff lands a vicious elbow on the eye brow of his brother. Blood begins to stream from the eye.
James sees Darko getting up and picks up a FRYING PAN? WHAM! DARKO IS WEARING ANOTHER TYPE MASK! A CRIMSON ONE! Jeff James goes after Young who is back outside. Dio crawls over to the downed Darko, and tries to take his mask off. He is ripping at it. The crowd is absolutely loving this war. Dio sees a rope in the middle of the pile of weapons. It's already has a noose made. He wraps it around the neck of Darko. He gets Darko up, and THROWS HIM OVER THE TOP ROPE... AND STILL HAS A GOOD AMOUNT OF THE ROPE! PRINCE DARKO IS BEING HUNG IN EDMONTON, ALBERTA, CANADA! Blood pouring from his head, seeping underneath his mask... he is choking badly. Mr. B enters the ring with a steel chair. WHAM.. Dio takes the shot.. BUT DOESN'T RELEASE THE ROPE? WHAAAMM! TWO BIG SHOTS, AND DARKO DROPS TO THE FLOOR.
Jeff James bulldogs Thomas Young to the floor. He grabs a chair from the crowd. He throws it to Thomas who catches that... AND A VAN DAMNINATOR! The already bloody Young is knocked down. Mr. B from behind with a chair shot on Jeff James. Another one to the front of the head.
ROB MARTINEZ: His blood is on the chair, and this looks like a car accident. Bloody bodies everywhere.
Darko is trying to recover. He reaches under the ring and grabs a satchel. He tosses it to Mr. B?
BILL HEWSON: What the hell is in it?
JACK JONES: HANDCUFFS!
Darko and Mr. B handcuff Jeff James' hands behind his back. Dio is in the ring, and is up.. bat in hand. Darko rams James into the guardrail. Young is coming too... he sees his own flesh and blood, his brother... handcuffed.. and the SICK BASTARD SMILES! Young enters the ring cautiously, as does Darko. Both men have lost a lot of blood. Dio has his bat still. Young charges and takes the bat to the stomach. He does a front flip over from the impact. Darko ducks a shot at him, and sweeps Dio down. Darko tries to drop the elbow but Dio moves. Dio is up and picks up a steel chain. He knocks the hell out of Darko, with chain in his right hand. Young however is back to his feet... and Dio's luck just ran out. YOUNG CUTTER! No pin? NO PIN! Young smiles, sadistically. He sees his brother rolling into the ring. He laughs. Jeff runs at him..
ROB MARTINEZ: OH MY GOD.. DROP KICK FROM THE CUFFED JEFF JAMES. THEY CAN WIN THIS!
Jeff struggles to get up, but finally does. Darko is staggering up... ENZIGURI ON DARKO. James maneuvers for a cover... ONE? TWO? DARKO KICKS OUT! Young is behind him and swinging neck breaker. Young is slow, due to the blood loss. He places James' head inside the metal trash can, that Darko brought the weapons in with. Darko gets on the top rope. Young makes sure that James can't get out. DARKO DOUBLE STOMPS THE TRASH CAN! JAMES IS CRUSHED INSIDE!
JACK JONES: That was a modified "Goodnight" from the Foundation.
Young turns to Dio. Dio is crawling toward the bat. Young steps on it. Darko comes and applies the ZUMUNDA CLUTCH! Young slaps the face of Dio. He spits on to the mask. Darko lets the move go. Darko begins to tear at the eye holes of the ski mask. Young grabs the bat. He gets Dio into a camel clutch position. He places the bat under chin, and yanks back. THIS IS SICK! Darko of the ropes with a double mule kick to the face of Dio. Young keeps the choke on. Jimmy Johnson checks and Dio is out. He calls for the bell. James has crawled out the trash can. This match is over... but the Foundation aren't done. Thomas stomps his brother. Darko is smiling under his mask... YOU JUST KNOW IT! Darko does the scissor sign with his fingers. Mr. B goes to his satchel, and out comes some barber scissors. He brings them into the ring. Darko yells out "Bout time for a hair cut mother fucker!" THE CROWD EXPLODES WITH BOOS. Fans are trying to jump the railing. Security is working double time.. calming the fans down.
ROB MARTINEZ: Didn't y'all have a riot up here before?
BILL HEWSON: Yeah... and nine months later, look what it caused last week in REBEL.
The crowd is furious. Slap to the downed James' face from Young. James kicks at Young. Darko has the scissors and Young gets Jeff to his feet and bear hugs him from behind. Darko gets close to James. He dabs some of James' blood on his fingers and starts to write something on Jeff's exposed chest.
B...I...T...C...H!
Darko rubs the scissors against the face of Jeff. He cusses him and slaps him. James spits at Darko. Darko grabs a big lock of hair. He snips... but doesn't cut yet. He grabs it again and... THE CROWD EXPLODES IN CHEERS! JAMES WITH A KICK TO THE BALLS OF DARKO. Thomas is trying to hold Jeff... and Darko bitch slaps the hell out of James'. The camera shows Young's eyes widen. He is trying to speak... THE CROWD ROARS.... WHY?
CAUSE DIO IS UP... BAT IN HAND... DARKO GOES TO CUT... AND HIS HAND IS NAILED WITH THE BAT. HE DROPS THE SHEARS... TURNS AROUND AND IS SMACKED IN THE HEAD WITH THE BAT. YOUNG LETS JEFF GO. HE RUNS AT DIO, EATS A BAT. MR. B TRIES TO GRAB JEFF... HEAD-BUTT TO THE NOSE OF MR. B. DIO GETS THE KEYS OUT OF THE SATCHEL!
JEFF JAMES IS A FREE MAN! He grabs a steel chair. Darko eats a chair shot. Young and the chair unite for a clash of wills. THE CHAIR IS DENTED. Dio chokes Darko with the bat. Darko isn't defending himself. Mr. B is up.. and WHAMMMM! JEFF JAMES NAILS HIM. Dio gets a chair... Young is stood up. James takes a side. Dio is on the other. Young in the middle.
BILL HEWSON: CON-CHAIR-TO!
Young falls to bloody heap. Dio goes and gets a table from under the ring. Jeff James on the top rope. Dio places Darko on the table.
ROB MARTINEZ: SHOOTING STAR LEG DROP THROUGH THE TABLE!
Dio looks through Mr. B's satchel...and finds a zippo and lighter fluid!
BILL HEWSON: The Foundation was prepared for some things, and now they are going to BURN for it!
THE CROWD EXPLODES! FIRE...FIRE...FIRE!
Jeff slides in a table. Dio grabs Young. Jeff sets up the table. Jeff lights it on FIIIIRRREEE! DIO MUERTE WITH A POWERBOMB ON THOMAS YOUNG THROUGH A FLAMING TABLE! John Sharplin runs out with a fire extinguisher. He puts the table/Young out.
BILL HEWSON: UN (BLEEP)ING BELIEVABLE!
JACK JONES: You can't be dropping F Bombs!
Dio and Jeff James raise their hand in a moral victory, and the crowd eats it up! Dio chants... James chants. The Foundation may still be the champions, but they have been left laying in the ring. They may have retained the titles, but it seems that Dio Muerte and Jeff James have won the war!
NAPW/REBEL SUPERSHOW I
05/15/2007
REBEL Heavyweight Championship: "The Sparx" Chris Corstenoca vs (C) Rex Caliber
JENNY JERSEY: This match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the REBEL Heavyweight Championship!!
"Supernova Goes Pop" by Powerman 5000 hits the speakers and the Canadian crowd gives a good pop for the man that emerges from the back.
JENNY JERSEY: Coming to the ring first, he hails from Batavia, New York and weighed in tonight at 215 pounds...Chris "The Sparx" Corstenoca!!!
The number one contender for the title makes his way to the ring, slapping the outstretched hands of fans along ringside. He climbs into the ring, hits a corner and gets another great reaction from the crowd.
"Here Comes The Champ!" by Jadakiss replaces Powerman and the cheers turn into a loud chorus of boos.
JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent, he hails from North Carolina and weighs in tonight at 245 pounds....The NAPW Owner AND the REBEL Heavyweight Champion...Rex Caliber!!!
Caliber comes out from the back to intense heat from the crowd. Maybe it's because of his recent actions in REBEL or the fact that his manager Static is toting the American Flag with him. The duo, complete with half a dozen of Rex Caliber Fan Club members head to the ring while "The Sparx" looks on.
ROB MARTINEZ: This is it, our main event is only seconds from happening and I cannot wait! Rex Caliber has turned his back on everyone if his fans and made a mockery of the REBEL Heavyweight Title. Meanwhile what a Cinderella story it would be if "The Sparx" won the belt in only his second match with the company?
Caliber is now inside the ring and instead of handing the Heavyweight Title to the referee he passes it off to Static who is standing ringside. Static holds the belt high above his head and hurls insults at the fans along ringside. The referee asks if both men are ready to go, gets a definite "yes" in return from both competitors and calls for the bell!
ROB MARTINEZ: Here we go! The biggest match in REBEL history is now underway!
The pair go to lock up but Rex drives a boot into the gut of Chris that stops him in his tracks. A pair of stiff right hands back "The Sparx" up against the ropes where he's Irished whipped off by Caliber. Chris ducks a Caliber clothesline and rebounds off the opposite ropes with a leaping forearm shot to the head of the champ! Rex scrambles to his feet and takes a deep armdrag from Chris that sends him back to the mat. Caliber again quickly gets to his feet and takes a picture perfect dropkick from Corstenoca that sends him over the tope rope and down to the floor below! A pair of members from Calibers fan club rush over and check on their hero as "The Sparx" looks at the crowd and smirks. As the fan club members help Rex to his feet, Corstenoca hits the trio with a rolling helo over the tope rope! All four men are laid out but the crowd is on their feet after the amazing high risk move. Corstenoca pulls himself up, grabs Caliber and rolls him back into the ring before climbing in after him. Inside, "The Sparx" covers Caliber for the pin but gets just a count of one.
ROB MARTINEZ: Corstenoca is trying to end this early and to be honest I don't blame him. Rex has a huge advantage when it comes to big match environment while this is Corstenoca's first shot at a top title in this industry.
Corstenoca has pulled Rex to his feet and peppers him with several lightning quick left forearm shots to the head. One scoop slam later and the REBEL Champion is laying flat on his back in the center of the ring. Corstenoca goes to the near turnbuckle, scales to the top and takes flight! Rex moves at the last possible second as Corstenoca crashes and burns with his elbow drop attempt! Rex gets to his feet and hits the near ropes nailing a rising "Sparx" with a Yakuza kick to the side of the head. Rex again comes off the ropes this time hitting a jumping knee drop across the chest of Corstenoca. Instead of going for a pin, Caliber grinds his forearm across the face of the challenger. Corstenoca shoves him off and tries to get to his feet only to have a knee driven into his ribs by Caliber. Rex hooks Corstenoca and takes him over with a T Bone suplex! Chris uses the ring ropes to tries and pull himself up but takes a running knee from Caliber that sends him through the ropes and down to the floor. Caliber rolls to the outside and pulls a dazed Corstenoca to his feet. With Static cheering him on, Rex takes Corstenoca up and over with a snap suplex onto the floor!
ROB MARTINEZ: Corstenoca is in trouble as long as he lets Caliber dictate the pace of this match.
Rex drags "The Sparx" off the floor and shots him shoulder first into the ringpost. Corstenoca staggers away from the post and gets dropped by a clothesline from Caliber! Static rushes over and holds the REBEL title in the face of Chris. Chris tries to push him away but Caliber lays into him with several kicks. Static hands the belt off to a fan club member and joins his partner in what looks like a street mugging. The duo pull Corstenoca to his feet and Static holds him as Rex grabs a chair from ringside. Rex swings for the fences but Corstenoca ducks down and it's Static that gets clobbered by the chair! Static spins and drops to all fours from the force of the blow. Rex looks down at his manager and Corstenoca hits a dropkick to the back of Caliber that sends him sprawling on top of his former tag team partner! The crowd erupt in laughs as the camera shows that Caliber has landed on Static to make it look like they are...Well think "Brokeback Mountain." Not that there's anything wrong with that. Chris reaches down and pulls Caliber off of his partner but takes a back elbow to the face. Rex spins around and with chair still in hand slams it across the head of Chris "The Sparx" Corstenoca!
ROB MARTINEZ: Good Lord! That shot could be heard all the way in the cheap seats of the arena!
Chris is slumped against the ring barrier and we see a trickle of blood running down his forehead. He barely has time to get a hand up before Caliber cracks him again with the now dented chair. Caliber tosses the chair away, grabs hold of a dazed Corstenoca and rolls him into the ring. Static is also back to his feet and he passes something off to Caliber before the champ rolls into the ring. Corstenoca has gotten to his feet and turns just as Caliber jabs something into his forehead that drops him like a fallen tree! The camera zooms in on what Caliber is holding and we see that it's a damn screwdriver! Caliber quickly mounts Corstenoca and starts to dig the tip of the screwdriver into the open wound of "The Sparx." Corstenoca is able to shove Caliber off and he scrambles to get back to his feet. Rex sticks the screwdriver into his boot and drives his knee into the back of the now bloody challenger. Caliber whips Corstenoca into the ropes and nails him with a Samoan drop! He quickly goes for a cover but the young challenger kicks out at two!
ROB MARTINEZ: Corstenoca is still in this! But the question is how much more punishment can he take?
Rex is all smiles as he pulls Corstenoca back to his feet. Rex shoots him into the near turnbuckle and follows him in with a clothesline. "The Sparx" gets a boot up into the face of the charging Rex Caliber! Corstenoca quickly pulls himself up to the second turnbuckle and hits a leaping tornado DDT! Chris is a bloody mess but he rolls over and drapes an arm across the chest of Caliber. The Champ kicks out at two! Both men struggle up to their feet and Corstenoca hooks the champ from behind and hits his Face Bomb! Instead of going for a pin, Corstenoca rolls to the outside and throws back the ring skirt. Chris pulls out a trash can that's filled with all kinds of plunder and it gets a big pop from the crowd! Chris shoves the trash can inside the ring and pulls himself up onto the ring apron. Rex is getting to his feet just as Corstenoca springboards off the top rope and hits a seated plancha on the Champion! Corstenoca hooks a leg but Caliber kicks out at two. Corstenoca quickly goes to the trash can, upturns it and a pile of goodies fall out to the mat.
ROB MARTINEZ: It wouldn't be REBEL without a trash can or lethal weapons!
Rex is getting back to his feet and Corstenoca hurls the trash can at him and it bounces off the bald head Caliber. Caliber drops onto his ass and is Corstenoca nails him in the face with a basement dropkick! Corstenoca wipes blood from his eyes and walks over to the plunder laying on the mat. He picks up a pizza cutter and walks over to Caliber who is trying to get to his feet. "The Sparx" comes up from behind Caliber and starts to run the pizza cutter back and forth across the forehead of the REBEL Champion! Rex is howling in pain and flailing his arms trying to break free from Corstenoca. Chris shoves Rex to the mat and returns to the plunder. He drops the pizza cutter and picks up a staple gun as the crowd pops big time! The camera catches Caliber resting on his knees and we see that the pizza cutter has sliced him open horribly. Corstenoca approaches Caliber with the staple gun but takes a low blow that drops him! Rex grabs the dropped staple gun and pops one into the forehead of Corstenoca!
ROB MARTINEZ: Both of these men are willing to go to any length to win this match! I can only wonder if they'll even be able to stand once this thing is over.
A bloodied Rex puts another staple into the head of Corstenoca and drops the staple gun onto the mat before rolling to the outside. Static has recovered from the earlier chair shot and is dragging something out from under the ring. Caliber lends a hand and they produce a huge board with reams of barbed wire on it! They slide the board into the ring and Caliber climbs in after it. Corstenoca is getting to his feet and takes a hangmans neckbreaker from Caliber that puts him back onto the mat. Caliber returns to his board of barbed wire and props it up against a corner. Corstenoca is pulled to his feet and Caliber shoots him into the corner with the board. It's reversed and it looks like Caliber is going to go into the barbed wire! Reversed again and it's Corstenoca who hits the barbed wire board back first! The crowd groans as they see Chris try to pull his flesh free of the barbed wire. Meanwhile Rex has found the stash of goodies that Corstenoca has brought into the ring and grabs an item to his liking. It's a large black bag and Caliber unties it, turns it over and pours out thousands of thumbtacks!
ROB MARTINEZ: This is getting a little to out of hand, even for a REBEL match!
Caliber spreads the tacks around the mat with his boot and tosses the empty bag out into the crowd. Corstenoca has freed himself from the barbed wire board and walks straight into a kick to the gut from the champ! Caliber pulls him into position for him Planetary Collision and the crowd holds it's breath. Corstenoca reverses the move into a backdrop and Caliber lands in the sea of tacks! The crowd both cheer and groan as the camera zooms in on the thumbtack covered back of Rex Caliber! Sparx Star Press! One! Two! Thr..NO!! Caliber kicks out somehow! Corstenoca pulls a bloodied and tack covered Rex to his feet and nails the Novocain! One! Two! Again Rex kicks out at three! Corstenoca looks frustrated as he rolls to the outside. Chris once more goes under the ring and pulls out everyones favorite toy. A table! Chris slides in the table, climbs in after it and sets the table up in the center of the ring. Rex is now to his feet and takes a sharp right hand to the head. Corstenoca hoists up Caliber and places him on the top turnbuckle. Corstenoca starts to climb up after Rex and the crowd is standing.
ROB MARTINEZ: Oh my God. I think he' going for it all right here, it looks like he wants to hit his Kronick Krunch through the table he just set up!
Indeed that is what Corstenoca is going to attempt. However he forgot about one thing, something that Caliber is all to happy to remind him off. Rex slips the screwdriver out of his boot and jabs it into the head of Chris "The Sparx" Corstenoca! The challenger drops down to the mat and Caliber eases himself down to the second turnbuckle. Caliber tosses the screwdriver away, grabs the head of Corstenoca and pulls it between his legs. With a great effort Caliber hoists Corstenoca up for what looks to be a powerbomb off the second rope...
But No!
Caliber is able to get Corstenoca up for his Planetary Collision and comes off the second turnbuckle with it! They smash through the table and the crowd gives them a loud and happy "Holy Shit!" both men lay in the wreckage for what seems like an eternity before Caliber is able to roll Corstenoca over for the pin attempt. One! Two! Three! It's over!
ROB MARTINEZ: What a match! REBEL just showed that we're not about to play second fiddle to anyone, including NAPW!
Static is in the ring and pulls the Champ out of the smashed table.
JENNY JERSEY: The winner of this match...And still REBEL Heavyweight Champion...REX CALIBER!!!!
Static and a handful of members from the Caliber fan club pull the champ out of the ring. Static drapes the belt over the shoulder of a nearly unconscious Champion.
ROB MARTINEZ: He might have lost here tonight but Chris "The Sparx" Corstenoca just took a major leap in his career! From now on REBEL better be on notice...Because "The Sparx" is legit!
Speaking of "The Sparx" He's trying to get to his feet and the crowd gives him a huge ovation for his efforts. He smiles through a blood covered face and is able to get up to a vertical base. Now the entire crowd is giving him a standing ovation and it's easy to tell that tonight could be the highlight of this young mans career.
American Anarchy
06/05/2007
REBEL Heavyweight Championship: Kyle Roberts vs (C) Rex Caliber
JENNY JERSEY: This next match is your main event of the evening and it is for the REBEL Heavyweight Championship!
"I Am The Man" by Philosopher Kings hits the speakers and the crowd reaction is decidedly mixed.
JENNY JERSEY: Coming to the ring first, accompanied by his legal counsel Ryan Kingston, He hails from Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan and weighed in tonight at 257 pounds...Stylin' Kyle Roberts!!!
Roberts and Kingston make their way to the ring with a smug look plastered on their faces. They climb into the ring and Roberts leans against the ring ropes.
JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent....
Before she can continue, Kingston snatches the microphone out of her hand and the mixed reaction turns to a straight up boo-fest.
RYAN KINGSTON: Ladies and gentlemen as you know I represent the current number one contender to the REBEL Heavyweight Championship, Stylin' Kyle Roberts! For too long we've sat back and watched as Rex Caliber has made a mockery of this prestigious championship. With his little entourage he's managed to hold onto that title for far to long.
The "boring" chants have started from the crowd. Not that the lawyer seems to notice. Or care.
RYAN KINGSTON: But no more! This very morning I met with the legal representatives of REBEL Pro Wrestling and we both agreed that tonight...Rex Caliber will not be allowed to have members from his fan club nor will he be allowed to have his manager Static at ringside with him! Tonight Rex Caliber will defend the REBEL heavyweight Title...On his own! Furthermore if anyone from the Crimes attempts to help out Mr. Caliber...He will forfeit the championship to Stylin' Kyle Roberts!!!
The "boring" chants stop immediately and suddenly the fans love Ryan Kingston.
ROB MARTINEZ: Oh Momma! Rex won't be happy with hearing that!
Kingston hands the mic back to a befuddled Jenny Jersey and high fives his client Stylin' Kyle.
JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent, he hails from right here in North Carolina and is the REBEL Heavyweight Champion, he weighs in tonight at 245 pounds..."The One Man Crime Spree" Rex Caliber!!!
"Here Comes The Champ" by Jadakiss blasts through the speakers and Rex Caliber and Static emerge from the back to a huge chorus of boos. Caliber and Static exchange a look and the manager of the crimes turns and heads back through the curtain. Caliber unsnaps the title belt from around his waist and drapes it over his shoulder as he heads for the ring.
ROB MARTINEZ: This match has a lot of history behind it. Back in the day Rex Caliber and Static traded the NAPW Tag Titles with The New & Improved DX, a team that Stylin' Kyle was a member of. Then back on our very first show back in April, Caliber beat Roberts to advance in a tournament that eventually saw him crowned the REBEL Heavyweight Champion.
Caliber is in the ring and hands over his championship belt to the referee who in turns displays it for the crowd. Caliber and Kyle Roberts never take their eyes off of each other as the referee passes the title belt off to Jenny Jersey and calls for the bell. The two men slowly circle each other as the fans are split between Kyle Roberts and Caliber. The tie up in the center of the ring, side head lock by Roberts, Caliber backs him into the ropes and shoots him off. A shoulder block from Caliber drops Roberts to the mat. Caliber goes for a quick cover but gets only a count of one. Both men are back to their feet and Roberts again slaps on a side headlock on the champ. A pair of forearm shots to the ribs causes a break but Roberts grabs the head of Caliber and snapmares him to the mat. Roberts locks in a rear chinlock and Caliber fights to get out of it. Caliber manages to get to his feet and the rear chinlock is switched to another side headlock from the challenger. Caliber hooks Roberts and takes him up and over with a belly to back suplex that breaks the hold! Rex quickly pulls Roberts off of the mat and tries for an Irish whip into the ropes. It's reversed and Stylin' Kyle hits a picture perfect dropkick to the face of the champ! Caliber rolls out of the ring as Roberts stands his ground.
ROB MARTINEZ: Caliber is buying some time, trying to bait Kyle to come to the outside but it looks like he's not going to bite.
Indeed he's not. Roberts stands in the ring watching as Caliber slowly slides back in under the bottom rope. Again the duo tie up and Roberts takes Caliber to the mat with an armdrag. Caliber is back quickly to his feet and takes a chop across the chest that gets a respectable "Woooooooooo" from the crowd. Another chop has Caliber back peddling. Before Roberts can go for a trifecta he takes a knee to the mid section from Caliber that stops him cold. Caliber hoists up Roberts and plants him with an inverted atomic drop and quickly follows it up with a running Mafia kick off the ropes that puts Kyle down onto the mat. Again Caliber comes off the ropes and drops a knee across the skull of the Stylin' one. Roberts rolls into a corner to try to get his bearings only to have Rex place the sole of his wrestling boot square in his face. Caliber starts to face wash Roberts whose now trapped in the corner! Caliber hits the far ropes and nails Roberts with a running boot to the face! Rex drags Kyle out of the corner and goes for a cover only to have Roberts kick out at one. Rex pulls Kyle to his feet, hooks him and folds him up with a arm and head T Bone suplex. Instead of going for a pin, Rex rolls to the outside in search of plunder.
ROB MARTINEZ: If Roberts can recover and keep this a technical encounter we'll have a new champion, however once Caliber is on a roll he's almost impossible to stop.
On the outside Rex has pulled out a table from under the ring to a monstrous pop from the crowd. He slides the table into the ring and follows in after it. Rex turns his back to Kyle and reaches down to prop up the table. Roberts must have been playing possum as he's quickly to his feet and rushes Caliber! Polar-Izer onto the table! Rex rolls onto his back holding his face as Kyle goes to the turnbuckle. Roberts takes to the air and nails a top rope elbow drop onto Calibers chest! Another cover gets a two count from the referee but Kyle is looking confident as he pulls Rex back to his feet. A snap suplex onto the table! Rex is now clutching at his back as Kyle reaches down and pulls the folded up table out from under the champ. Roberts takes the table and props it up just as Caliber struggles up to his feet. Kyle grabs Rex, slams his head onto the table and rolls him on top of the wobbly structure. The crowd comes to their feet as they watch Roberts again scale to the tope rope. Rex however spots his foe and rolls off of the table and out of the ring bringing a thunderstorm of boos from the crowd. Kyle doesn't seem bothered however as he takes flight anyway and hits Caliber on the floor with a double ax handle to the back of the neck!
ROB MARTINEZ: Both of these men are unleashing all kinds of Hell on each other. You have to wonder though, what toll will this match take on these men?
On the outside Roberts whips Caliber back first into the ring barricade. Kyle pulls the champ off of the barricade and hoists him up ramming him back first into the ringpost! Kingston is yelling something to Roberts and the #1 contender quickly pulls Caliber off of the floor and rolls him into the ring. Kyle climbs in after the champ, shoves the table off to the side and pulls Caliber to his feet. A delayed vertical suplex from Roberts rattles the champ! Without missing a beat Kyle is back up and comes off the ropes with a second rope moonsault! A cover and another kick out at two! Kyle is starting to look frustrated now as he pulls Caliber to his feet only to send him sailing across the ring with an Irish Whip. Caliber hits the far corner hard and Roberts charges in behind him only to get a face full of boot! Caliber explodes out of the corner and plants Roberts with a running STO! The champ can't make any cover though as he continues to favor his back. Roberts gets to his feet first and helps Caliber to a vertical base. A chop from Roberts sends sweat flying off the chest of Caliber. A forearm shot to the head from the champ! Another chop from Kyle! Another forearm shot! A poke to the eyes from Roberts stops Caliber dead in his tracks! A boot to the gut doubles over the champ and it's followed up by a swinging neckbreaker! A cover and another two count!
ROB MARTINEZ: Caliber can't seem to get on track yet and it's costing him! Roberts is clubbing him like a baby seal!
Rex has rolled to the outside and Roberts is hot on his heels. Kyle tries to grab Caliber but takes a back elbow into the gut. A stiff forearm shot snaps Kyles head back and Rex scoops up Roberts and slams him on the hard Arena floor! Caliber slumps against the ring apron holding his back as Roberts is still laying on the floor gritting his teeth in pain. Caliber pulls back the ring skirt and finds himself a metal folding chair! Roberts is getting to his feet when he takes a wicked chair shot across the back! Another brutal chair shot to the head drops Roberts back to the floor! Rex tosses away the now dented chair and pulls Roberts off of the floor and rolls him back into the ring. The camera shows us that Roberts has been busted wide open with that last chair shot and blood is steaming down his face. Rex is back in the ring and takes the table and actually tosses it out of the ring and down to the floor! Roberts is getting to his feet and takes another running Mafia kick to the head that puts him down. Rex rolls to the outside, picks up the table and positions it so that one end is resting on a guard rail while the other is resting on the ring apron. Caliber rolls into the ring and pulls Roberts up to his feet. Rex hooks him and delivers a overhead belly to belly suplex that sends Roberts over the top rope and crashing through the table! A loud and drunken "Holy Shit!" chant vibrates the REBEL Arena!
ROB MARTINEZ: Holy shit indeed! Rex might have been struggling earlier but he's in full control now, in fact I think he just killed Kyle Roberts!
On the outside Kingston is checking on the welfare of his client but beats a hasty retreat when Caliber rolls to the outside. Rex knocks away a piece of shattered table and starts to pound away at the open wound on Roberts head! After half a dozen stiff right hands to the head, Roberts is a bloody mess, not that Caliber gives a damn. "The One Man Crime Spree" pulls Roberts out of the wreckage and rolls him into the ring. In the ring Caliber pulls Roberts into position for his Planetary Collision but Kyle grabs the legs of the champ and takes him off of his feet! The fans are going crazy as Kyle Roberts is trying to get Caliber into position for his Bear - Tamer! It's locked it and a bloody Roberts pulls back with all his might! Rex raises a hand as if he's going to tap and the crowd holds it's breath in anticipation. Instead Caliber suddenly reaches out and grabs the head of the referee and slams it hard against the mat!
ROB MARTINEZ: What the hell?
Kyle hasn't seen what just transpired and continues to ratchet up the pressure. Caliber taps out! Rex Caliber is tapping out! The fans are going ape shit but...There's no referee! Kyle lets go of the hold and drops an elbow across the back of Caliber. Kingston is yelling something to security and one of them rushes to the back. Back in the ring Kyle pulls Rex to his feet and positions him for Calibers own Planetary Collision! Caliber reveres the move and back drops Roberts onto both the mat and the downed referee. Roberts shoves the referee out of the ring and pays for it as Caliber drives a knee into the back of Kyles head. Caliber pulls Roberts to his feet and locks him in a full nelson. A full nelson that's quickly turned into a dragon suplex! Caliber rolls out of the ring as Roberts lays crumpled up where he was planted. Rex staggers over to the time keeper and takes the REBEL Heavyweight Title from the man. Inside the ring Roberts is slowly getting to his feet when Caliber climbs inside and measures him. Roberts is up and Rex rushes at him with the title belt but Kyle ducks under and again pulls the legs out from under the champ! Bear - Tamer! The crowd is on the edge of their seats already when they see it! Rex is tapping out again! A huge pop goes up as another referee finally rushes out from the back and slides into the ring! As soon as Rex spots the new referee he stops his frantic tapping out and shakes his head "NO" when asked if he wants to give it up.
ROB MARTINEZ: Stylin' Kyle had Caliber beaten! Twice! We should have a new champion right now but we had no referees! But how much longer can Rex hold on?
Rex starts to crawl his way towards the near rope as Kyle yells for him to tap out. Rex reaches out...And his hand grabs the bottom rope! The referee has to pry Kyle off of Caliber as the fans are soundly behind their new hero. Caliber rolls out of the ring and simply falls to the floor. Roberts rolls out as well and tries to pull a battered Rex Caliber to his feet. Rex hits a low blow and Roberts drops to all fours. Caliber grabs a handful of hair and starts to punch away at the bloody cut on the head of Roberts. Kyle breaks free and Rex uses the ring apron to pull himself up to his feet. Roberts is also up and catches an advancing Caliber on the way in with a sharp chop across his already beet red chest. A European uppercut snaps Calibers head back and the champ is rolled back into the ring. Roberts takes a moment to wipe blood out of his eyes before climbing into the ring after Rex and it costs him. Caliber drops a leg across the back of Kyles neck and rolls him over for a pin. Roberts kicks out at two and Rex looks both exhausted and pissed off at the same time.
ROB MARTINEZ: What's it going to take to keep either of these men down for the three count? This has been an all out war.
Rex drags Roberts to his feet and positions him for his finisher once again. This time there's no last minute save as Caliber nails his Planetary Collision! Caliber rolls him over for the cover, One! Two! Thr...Roberts kicks out! The fans explode as Rex looks beyond shocked. Caliber rolls back out of the ring, looking as if he has gotten his second wind and hurls the time keeper from his chair. Caliber takes the chair folds it up and quickly makes his way back to the ring apron where he starts to climb his way to the top turnbuckle! Roberts spots Rex trying to get to the top and he pulls himself up to his feet. With a swipe of the hand, he knocks Calibers legs out from under him and the champ drops down crotching himself on the top rope! Roberts pulls the chair from Calibers hand and smacks him across the head with it! Kyle tosses the chair away and starts to climb up to meet the champ. At the top Kyle tries to hook Rex for a superplex but the resilient champ stops him with a series of headbutts! Rex grabs Kyle and starts to pull him up for...What the Hell is he doing? Incredibly Rex muscles up Kyle into position and hits his Total Annihilation - muscle buster off of the top rope!
ROB MARTINEZ: Holy Shit!
Rex slumps over a bloody and unmoving Stylin' Kyle Roberts as the referee counts, One! Two! Three! The crowd is emotionally drained and we see Static running out from the back.
JENNY JERSEY: Your winner...And still REBEL Heavyweight Champion...."The One Man Crime Spree" Rex Caliber!!!
Static pulls Rex out of the ring and helps him make his way to the back. Inside the ring Roberts is being looked at by both the referee and Ryan Kingston. After a few moments they help him up and the crowd gives Roberts a standing ovation for a great performance.
ROB MARTINEZ: What a title defense we saw here tonight! Stylin' Kyle Roberts just showed us that he can beat Rex Caliber on his own! Rex got lucky tonight but I have a feeling he's running on borrowed time. Next week it's "There Goes The Neighborhood" and we'll be seeing Rex Caliber defend his title against the ECFW World Champion Lonewolf!
We fade out on a bloody Stylin' Kyle Roberts leaning against the ring ropes taking in his standing ovation from the crowd. We even see something that surprises us. Kyle is smiling.