NAPW vs REBEL: Eight-Man Tag

[Ryan Ro [NAPW]]

NAPW vs REBEL
EIGHT-MAN TAG
Chris Casino, Sebastien Martyr, Jake Phoenix & Donovan Astros vs Bluegrass Mafia, The Assman & CAROLINAS CHAMPION Murcielago

In a huge inter-promotional eight-man tag, NAPW's team of Casino, Martyr, Phoenix and Astros - four men, each more loathed than the last - will square off against the motley REBEL team of the Bluegrass Mafia, Mike "Assman" Trey and the new Carolinas Champion Murielago.

This match will see the first in-ring encounter between the BGM and Phoenix & Astros. Chad Kurtis and Donovan Astros have been talking trash about one another since the day the latter debuted in NAPW. Add in two men with the biggest egos in wrestling, Casino & Martyr, the fan-favorite ASSMAN and the wildcard Murcielago, and you've got a sure-fire recipe for action!

[Ryan Ro [NAPW]]

Note: This was reposted in the appropriate thread. Damn you for being ahead of the curve Astros!

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We fade into a hotel room, presumable somewhere in North Carolina. Sitting in the small office area is Donovan Astros, huddled in front of a laptop, watching grainy footage of matches from one of his opponents this Tuesday night, Murcielago. Suddenly, the door busts open, and Jake Phoenix barges into the room unannounced. He heaves his gym bag across the room, it landing near Astros with a loud thump, and nonchalantly plops his six-foot-nine frame down on the bed. A pregnant pause chills the room until Phoenix glances toward Astros, like he's expecting something.

ASTROS - How'd it go tonight, ladykiller? Am I looking at the new #1 contender to the REBEL Heavyweight title?

PHOENIX - Nope. Took three guys to toss me out. Punks. But I got somethin' better.

ASTROS - There's only one thing that could be better than teaming with the REBEL champ... whatcha got, Jake?

Phoenix says nothing, but slowly clasps his hands together, arms wide.. and jerks his arms downward, obviously mimicking the motion of the Tombstone piledriver. He grins a vicious grin and chuckles to himself.

ASTROS - And that's teaming with the man that put Lyndsey Valentine in the hospital. Good work, man, this is for you.

Astros tosses a bank bag across the room to Phoenix. As Phoenix unzips the bag and counts the money inside, Astros grabs a bottle of champagne from the mini-fridge. Phoenix stares at a wad of bills, then sees the champagne. He clears his throat and stares at Astros. Astros shrugs his shoulders, puts the bottle back, and grabs a six pack of beer, tossing one over to Phoenix.

ASTROS - Did you happen to see Lyndsey's little lovebirds while you were there, Jake? Amazingly enough, REBEL's selected them to be two of the speedbumps in our way this Tuesday.

Phoenix cracks open the beer with one hand and takes a quick chug.

PHOENIX - Yup. The bitches Bluegrass. Think they got the (BLEEP)ing hint after I broke their little whore's neck? They ain't even the tag team champions, either, they couldn't get the job done. Just like they ain't gonna do on the 15th.

ASTROS - Think they'll even bother showing up? It's not like them to leave loved ones in the hospital to go fight for some God damned respect.

PHOENIX - Well, Donnie, the way I see it..

Phoenix takes another chug of beer, then crushes the can in his hand.

PHOENIX - ..they're gonna end up stayin' in that hospital one way or another.

ASTROS - Well, balls or no balls, the Bluegrass Mafia isn't the only lilypad REBEL's sending at us... Murcielago's actually won something recently, so he might be a bit of a challenge... but Mike Trey? The Assman? What in the hell is that crap? You see him tonight?

PHOENIX - Yeah, I did. What a (BLEEP)ing joke. Seriously, is this the best they've got? I mean, shit, if this was the four of 'em against you, they might have a shot, but it's gonna be you and me and Casino and Martyr against 'em. Let's call a spade a spade, they ain't got a chance in hell.

ASTROS - Lemme make it real simple, REBEL. There's a whole lot of evil in this world. And this Tuesday night, you're gonna get introduced to four different kinds of it.

Sebastien Martyr, a cult leader, whatever he wants, his followers get for him.

Chris Casino, the money man, whatever he wants, he buys and takes.

Jake Phoenix, remorseless hunter for hire. REBEL, you saw what he did to Lyndsey Valentine. Whatever he wants, he does.

And Donovan Astros, the man deranged enough to call for the hit. Chad Kurtis, Matthew Kurtis, look at me and look at this monster with me. What happened tonight was not random. What happened tonight was no mistake. What happened tonight was cold, calculating, and premeditated. If I'll do that to your no-talent valet... just imagine what this evil will do to you!

Phoenix looks at Astros, then looks forward.

PHOENIX - Face it, boys - REBEL doesn't have a chance in hell.

Astros sneers at the camera, laughing to himself as we fade out.

[Sebastien Martyr]

(The sunglasses, the dark black trench coat, the dark hair, the beard, everything about the man is so cool, so collected. The Shadows is nearing dawn, and this is the time when most of the evil doers go to sleep. Sebastien Martyr is standing in the middle of the town, and looks up to the sky. Then looks at the camera.)

Sebastien: The look on his face was priceless. Falling off that balcony, through the table. The blood oozing from the open wounds. The fans gasping for air, as they are in total shock. The look on Bill's face as he looks up at the man who tried to kill his best friend. Tommy Deathrow, you paid the piper. As you humiliated me the week prior.. it all came to an awesome revenge field stunt, that makes me proud to be me. I showed the world that I don't take that stuff lightly. I'm the Doctor of Desecration and you sir are a man left for the buzzards. I gave Rex Caliber an easy opponent, as your pride made you show up for the REBEL match. REBEL's fans needed the almighty STD! What did it get you? Nothing. You just need to face facts that I bested you, and you can NEVER, EVER BEAT ME!

Sebastien: So during the off time between shows, I hear about this big Tag team deal going down. I found out through sources that Chris Casino wants to enter, but everyone hates him. Well that last statement is not true. I do not hate Casino. I respect him, for cutting out his on niche and being a trend setter. I called him up, and BAM who is favored to win the whole thing? Martyr and Casino! Casino has been down on his luck, and he needs to surround himself with a lifestyle he is more accustom too. I don't hang out here all the time. I like fine dining, and fine women. The usually are darker and more dirty, but fine women nonetheless. He needs to be put up in a nice hotel, get back to the Chris Casino that was the most feared man in wrestling. I can help him do that. Two great singles wrestlers... ONE UNSTOPPABLE TEAM!

Sebastien: This week though, we tag with Phoenix and Astros, against team REBEL. Rex knows who to come too if he wants NAPW to win... four men who absolutely hate to lose. Blue Grass Mafia... they are used to losing, they have lost more matches since I've been here, that I'm starting to think they were brought here to be jobbers. Did someone inform them that they are wrestling skilled men here, and not punks in a backyard? This is the big time man, and you are wasting television time that could be used for me cutting great interviews. They are going to lose this week, like last week, and then next week too.

Sebastien: My partners are all very accomplished athletes and I see them having fun in this match. This is basically lions getting fed some small, helpless prey. Astros and Phoenix can't wait to bust those Mafia boys in the mouth. So while they are doing that, expect me and Casino to show the Assman that NAPW isn't the place for him. We have enough asses around, we don't need a self admitted one. Then the big time champ... Murcielago? You hold a paper title, in a paper federation. You're belt rivals that of Joey Malone's Xtreme Jobber belt. You just need to wake up, smell the coffee, and say "Man, those NAPW guys are way better than me, I better not even show up." Claim travel problems, or something. Don't embarrass yourself kid.

Sebastien: REBEL wants to show us how they roll down south? Well we ain't the welcome wagon. The two that already work here, better inform you how things are. You boys are in for some major league hurt, some prime time pain, and some evil injuries. Courtesy of Martyr, Astros, Phoenix, and Casino! Enter at your own risk boys, leave however we let you!

(Fade to Black.)

[The Assman]

Fade in, the Assman surrounded by fans wearing assorted Assman trademark black t-shirts with various slogans and such like of his. The Assman has the jeans, the grin, and his own new black t-shirt with the words: "I Never Even Heard of NAPW" written on the front. Some fans are holding signs saying: "REBEL PRIDE!" - with some less creative ones such as "NAPW SUCKS" and "LICK ME, NAPW". The Assman quietens down his fans, and begins to talk.

The Assman: NAPW guys... REBEL are a newer fed than you. We've had less time to develop. Our titles may not be as prestigious to outsiders as yours are. But REBEL are partnered with you. Which means every so often, we get to come over there and kick you guys around. I heard of REBEL back, way back in England. I'd been touring with some indie feds here, but had moved back after hearing about some British feds doing well. But I heard of REBEL. Let me make this simple. I heard of REBEL before it even opened. I only just heard of you. You mean absolutely nothing to anyone that matters. And those that do matter, incidentally, are right here with me.

A huge pop from the crowd as he smile to them and has a quick natter with guys next to him. Then he turns back to the camera when the crowd lowers the volume.


Assman: In REBEL, we take our fans seriously. Casino, Martyr, Phoenix and Astros, be warned that many REBEL fans will be up there in North Alberta. They will be there, cheering away. Because no matter if NAPW 'stars' - and I use the term loosely - will be wrestling, what they want is what they always get from REBEL. Straight, great wrestling. No time for these fancy gimmicks, this nonsense that often gets tangled up in modern wrestling feds. We are REBEL, and we go against the grain. We change the way this business works. We do it on a small scale, sure, but that doesn't mean these guys don't understand and appreciate what we are doing.

Assman looks around for a sign, he grabs one and holds it to the camera. The sign says: "REBEL PRIDE".

Assman: Because when you get bigger, when you've been around longer, you lose sight of things. NAPW - you are, undoubtedly a larger fed than our own. But you've lost sight of what got you there. What kept you running. Its a problem common with larger feds. They keep raking in the money, raking in the audience. Because there isn't much alternative. And you get used to the slowly degrading piece of nonsense that the fed puts on, month after month. and what do you get left with?

He turns to the crowd to pose the question. And in response he gets a huge chant of "NAPW!"

Assman: You get NAPW. A bunch of nonsense wrestling that is so mediocre and repetitive its hard to pick out one wrestler from another. Such a shambles that they are putting wrestlers who hate each other on the same team. They don't even care about their reputation. A poor state of affairs, it really is. You need to take a leaf out of REBEL's book. Or, in fact, just take REBEL's book. We have guys that have no problem with each other. A good tag team, and two good singles wrestlers. We all understand what REBEL is, and this team will show you.

He stops and hands back the sign, and grabs another. It reads: "NAPW... WHAT?"

Assman: Our fans couldn't care much about NAPW. Until you start trying. I make a promise to my fans, that I'll go out there and put on the damn greatest match they've ever seen week after week after week. They acknowledge that, and they respect REBEL for that. I've said before I am REBEL. I am REBEL's way of testing any new wrestlers the company acquires. And so this supershow, you have to understand, it's not just a 4v4 tag match of two companies. It's you 4 wrestlers, against REBEL. You are going against the company. It isn't some little NAPW "wrestling" match. No, this is the real deal, and when it comes to wrestling, REBEL always performs. Look at any of our cards. Each one is perfect. Each wrestlers giving everything they have.

The sign gets given back by The Assman. He takes a third sign, this saying: "REBEL PRO WRESTLING. EXACTLY WHAT IT SAYS".

Assman: Are you beginning to get the message yet? REBEL is wrestling. To quote a famous British series of adverts, we do exactly what we say on the tin. We wrestle. And we do it damn fine. So if you NAPW folk even think you have a chance with that brawling you do each month: think again. This is real. So bring your very best, your very, very best. If its anything less, I'll tell you about it in that ring. Because our REBEL fans are traveling all the way there. That;s the devotion they show. So, I want to see everything you have. Give the fans a show they deserve. And lets go out with a bang. Hopefully we can teach you a few things along the way.

He hands the sign back again, and winks at the crowd.

Assman: So NAPW

Crowd: ASS!

Assman: There's only one question left

Crowd: ASS!

Assman: Are you truly ready

Crowd: ASS!
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Assman: For REBEL?

Crowd continue their chant of Ass as we fade out to black.

[Chris Casino]

We open on an unfamiliar room. A large fireplace is the centerpiece of this dark room and is in fact the only source of light. The flames crackle and pop as they char the wooden logs. A large wingback chair sets just off to the left of the fireplace and it's there that we see a lone figure watching the flame. In nearly three weeks not a word has been heard from him. Some even wondered if he would show for the upcoming supershow match. But there he is...Sitting in the chair. The one time Heavyweight Champion of NAPW, Chris Casino. He's dressed in a nice suit and his hair has been darkened just a touch. The California blonde look is gone, replaced by a darker shade. Maybe it's a reflection on the man himself? Casino sits half in and half out of the shadows. A smirk plays on his lips.

Casino: Everyone figured that after my loss to Ravager...Chris Casino would vanish into the night. That however is simply not the case. Admittedly I was distraught after losing to a man who ran from me for over a year. I lost sleep because I kept having nightmares that it would be another fifteen months before I got another shot at the NAPW Title. But then...I had what some would call a moment of clarity. On the night I lost to Ravager, he simply was the better man and I applauded him as such.

Casino offers us a nice little golf clap.

Casino: But whose to say that the next time we meet, the results will be the same? I take comfort in knowing that even though I'm not the NAPW Champion, nor even the Pure Honor Champ, that I have gone into the history books as the longest reigning champion of any kind in this promotion. I also take comfort in the knowledge that in a few short weeks myself and my new partner Mr. Martyr will become your next Tag Team Champions. A championship...I never lost. A belt that was stripped from me. However, that's a whole different story.

Casino starts to rub his hands together and his smirk is now a grin. A big fat fake grin.

Casino: I find it ironic that I of all people have been chosen to represent NAPW. Chris Casino defending the honor of the dirty corrupt Canadians against a group of misfits and retards from some shit hole down south. REBEL Pro Wrestling...They might as well call it the "We Can't F*cking Wrestle Association." I've seen their little garbage match spectacles and I am in no way impressed. Hell, anytime Brian Bruno is in your main event mix you know your promotion sucks. Which brings me to the so called competition for the supershow.

Casino: Let's start with the brothers Kurtis. If memory serves I bitch slapped one of those fools during my run as the Pure Honor Champion. The other lost time and time again in singles matches. In fact...Have they EVER won a match? Maybe we should award them the Xtreme Jobber Tag Titles? The Bluegrass Mafia, as they insist on being called, are nothing more than two pathetic losers who have a manish looking woman follow them around. Who is she? Their sister? A cousin they take turns with? I dunno.

A loud pop from the fire causes Casino to glance over in it's direction. He seems lost in thought for a moment before turning his attention back to us.

Casino: Then of course you can't forget about this...Assman person. Mikey, I'm sure you're proud of your ass...Or that you have a fixation on asses but good Lord man, the late nineties are over! Kip James is no doubt wanting his lame gimmick back. What can you say about this man? How can I even take someone like him seriously? Give us a wiggle? What the F*ck is that? Assman, no wonder you're becoming a standout in REBEL...Because from what I hear the men in North Carolina love ass. They just keep it on the down low if you get my drift.

Casino: Finally we have Marci..Muary...Whatever his damn name is. The Carolinas Champion? Like that's something to be proud of. That's like saying you're the king of Oklahoma. It's a proven fact that there is more inbreeding per capita in the Carolinas than anywhere else in the entire world. These four are the best that REBEL can do? I hate to even say this...But NAPW is going to whip your ass children. With me as it's captain, Martyr as my right hand man and the two rookie sensations backing our plays we're a custom made ass kicking outfit.

Casino stands up from his chair and takes a few steps towards the camera.

Casino: Chris Casino is back. Rejuvenated and ready to kick some ass. No pun there Trey. Come the 15th, REBEL will be be sent packing back to the hillbilly squalor they're used to. While the rest of us entertain the masses like the superstars we are.

Casino waves us away and we fade out.

[Murcielago]

The scene fades in and the first thing we see is the snout of a Doberman with his teeth exposed, he appears very hostile and angry. Murcielago pats the dog on the head and says 'Easy'. The dog sits down and Murcielago, shown sitting on a reclining chair, begins to speak.

Murcielago: It seems I've been selected to be apart of this 8 man tag team against NAPW. I have a feeling that the REBEL team is going to do well against the NAPW team. Why? Because though our members are all in the same organization and some of us may have some problems with each other I think we can set those problems aside for a night because we will have a common goal; defeating the NAPW team. The enemy of your enemy is your friend, remember that, as long as you have common goals you can cooperate and coexist for a short period of time at least. Here is a prime example of that, yeah, brief mentioning of history. World War II, the United States had problems with the Soviets but the USSR was an enemy of the Nazis, so we were able to cooperate with them for a little while. We had common goals, the destruction of the Third Reich. So if any of us have problems with each other, hopefully we can bury them for the night just so we can bury the NAPW team. This is our chance to prove that we're better than them, let me get to my point.

Donovan Astros and Jake Phoenix claim to be hard and the best out there. I find that hilarious especially when they brag about attacking a woman. That's low, attacking a woman and then bragging about it. Their mothers must not have taught them not to hit girls, so I guess come Tuesday it will be the job of the REBEL team to beat some manners into these punks. I say manners because they have sense, they know that I'm the most talented person on the team, but just the fact that they have some sense in them isn't going to save them in this match.

Sebastian Martyr, Sea Bass, do you mind if I call you Sea Bass? Ehh, whatever I don't care whether or not you like it because quite frankly I don't like you. You run your mouth and establish a facade of toughness when really you're nothing. You come at me calling my title a "paper title", that may be but I don't see you even carrying around a title, paper or not. So to tell you the truth don't speak unless you have a title. Seriously, meaningless title or incredibly important title, at least I have some hardware, as compared to you, who has no belt.

Chris Casino, you can hardly say my name, damn you must have no education, knowing you I bet the only word you know how to spell is masturbation. You say the Carolinas have the most inbreeding per capita than the entire world, I think you're mistaken, I have a pretty damn good feeling that you're thinking of places like West Virginia where everybody is related to everybody, your uncle is your brother who also happens to be your cousin. Some shit like that. Also, I don't know why you think being a representative of this area is bad, this area has some very proud people and some very accomplished people in history as well. So this region of the country is a great place to rep, though not as good as my home in the 212.

Murcielago leans forward in the chair and moves closer to the camera.

Murcielago: The BGM might not have a victory yet but they're some good wrestlers, I'd know since I faced Matt Kurtis, he played a big part during that TLC match. We have a good squad assembled here and I would be disappointed if we walked out with anything short of a victory.

Oh, something I failed to mention, how could I have almost forgotten? Casino, you speak of Astros and Phoenix as if they're some rookie sensations, like LeBron and D-Wade, actually to make it easier since I know you guys up in Canada aren't too smart, I'll call them Crosby and Ovechkin, really they're not much to talk about. If you have rookies backing you up I wouldn't expect much from them because for them theres always a huge learning curve, and in this match the NAPW team is going to feel like rookies playing in the Big Leagues, because even though REBEL isn't as distinguished, we have just as much talent as they do. This is what you call a trap game, when one team enters a match, game, et cetera expecting a win and underestimating their opponents, only to lose the match, and that is exactly what the NAPW team is going to do; lose.

Murcielago leans back in his recliner and the scene fades out.

[Matthew Kurtis]

(((We find the Bluegrass Mafia at Raleigh-Durham International Airport waiting for their flight to be called. As they wait some of their fellow passengers recognize them and come over for autographs and quick pics. Chad Kurtis and Lyndsey happily oblige but Matthew is a little more surly than his partners.Hoping to avoid more fans the BGM moves into the Airport lounge. Once there they order drinks Chad gets a bottle of water.Lyndsey orders a coke and Matt gets a long-neck Bud.They find a table,sit down,and start to discuss the eight-man NAPW vs REBEL Tag Team match at the supershow...)))

LYNDSEY:Well boys the war of worlds has begun for our match at the Super Show.

CHAD:That's right Lynds and not surprisingly the first ones to open their mouths were Donovan Astros and Jake Phoenix who seem to like to reinvent history to suit themselves. Jake told Donovan it took three men to throw him over the top rope but I remember watching the match from the back and it was Stylin' Kyle Roberts by himself that did that. Of course they also claimed to have sent Lyndsey to the hospital.

LYNDSEY:What I didn't go to the hospital? The EMT's that were on hand insisted on checking me out but I didn't' go to the hospital.

CHAD:It's like I said they seem to want to reinvent history. Donovan you've been running your mouth ever since you entered NAPW and have yet to do anything to even remotely back-up anything you said. You've chose to use the fact that the three of us chose to go back home and check on mine and Matt's brother after a car wreck and use that to try to say we were afraid of you. The one time you and I were in the ring together you ran like a bitch,and then having your pride wounded you paid Jake to try to put Lyndsey out. The two of you failed in that,in fact the only thing you two seem to be able to do really well is get on the bad side of Matt and myself. But hey you're really good at that. Now to be honest the BGM would rather have you two in a straight-up two-on-two Tag Team Match but knowing you guys you begged to be part of Team NAPW so that wouldn't happen. Oh but don't worry we'll still be able to kick your asses just not as badly as we'd like with the others in there. Got anything to say Matt?

MATTHEW:Yeah I do have something to say. Astros and Phoenix you guys were warned. Like I've said before Lyndsey's tough enough to take of herself in match environment but when people are intentionally trying to injure her seriously that's a different story. Phoenix you tried to hurt her and put her in the hospital,you failed but you tried. So, Son that puts you at the top of my shit-list. Jake before you come out here and brag about how big and bad you supposedly are,let remind you of something I'm bigger,I'm badder,and I'm way more pissed off than you are. Long story short ,Son you're in for a beating on Tuesday and if I have to go through the rest of Team NAPW to get to you believe me I can and I will. Speaking of people most likely to hide behind the rest of his team that brings me to you ,Donnie. For someone who ain't done shit you like to brag you paid Jake to try to hurt Lyndsey,who by the way did something Jake couldn't and rung Krenshov's bell and took down Kyle Roberts the man who threw Jake out. So you're proud of the fact that you hired Jake Phoenix to take out Lyndsey? Boy are you suicidal? I mean Hell I already knew that you had, but to be dumb enough to brag about it. Damn Boy, you're just begging to get hurt ain't you? So Donnie are you actually going to man up and fight somebody this match or are going to do what you seem best at and hide behind Jake? You claim to be the "Saviour" of NAPW but the only thing I've noticed you saving so far is your own ass,but that won't be enough this Tuesday do you actually think your partners care enough about you to get in between me and you when I'm as pissed off as I am at you? You want to about evil? Well Boy,I'm fixing to raise Hell and kick a chunk under it this Tuesday.

LYNDSEY: I know one thing,I love how Donovan accidentally insults Jake and doesn't even know it. I mean he referred to me as "no-talent valet",and as you pointed out Matt,I took down both Stlyin' Kyle and Krenshov which Jake couldn't do. And since I'm supposed to be just a frail little valet and was able to do that and not to mention the fact that I didn't go to the hospital like they claimed,what that say about Jake and how tough Donovan likes to claim he is?

CHAD: That's a good point Lynds,but Donovan and Jake don't let little things like the truth and history get in the way,I mean because if they did,then they'd realize what dumb-asses they really are. They keep talking and not realizing how serious it's going to get this Tuesday. I can't wait to finally get to face them in the ring and shut them up for a little while. I wish I could shut Donovan up permanently but that'll never happen. Guys like him will never shut up for good

MATTHEW: It doesn't matter,Hell they'll be lucky if I don't put them both in body-casts. I'm sick and tired of them and want them to be gone for awhile.

LYNDSEY: Okay boys y'all are getting a little too worked up here in the airport what about you're other opponents in this match?

(((The BGM's flight is announced as boarding.)))

CHAD: Looks like it will have to wait Lynds. We've got a plane to catch.

MATTHEW: Yeah let's go.

(((The BGM get up, pay for their drinks,and leave the lounge to go board their flight.)))

(O.O.C. Note Chad Kurtis used with permission)

[Murcielago]

The scene opens to reveal Murcielago standing in his bed room at the foot of his bed. He takes his championship belt and places it on the bed and then he sits down and puts on his sneakers, a pair of black and silver Nike Air Max 97's, he then stands up and puts on a black New Era fitted and walks out of his house. He takes the elevator down to the lobby and walks outside.

Murcielago: I'm the Carolinas Champion but this is my home, the city, the 212, but everyone who isn't from here calls it New York City. This is the best place in the world to be, grow up here, live here for a week, whatever, you'll never want to leave once you get a taste of what this place is like. Sorta like me, once you see me wrestle you'll want to come to every single one of my shows, I put in 120% effort, I stay on my grind all day. REBEL is going to win in this match Tuesday because we're educated, we're good fighters, and though ridiculed one of us has a title, paper or not. I mean come on man, we're fighting a group of people who beat up women, who criticize others titles when they don't even have one, and who are uneducated.

This is gonna be too easy, I think the only way we can lose is if we don't show up to the event. You have to stay confident and believe that you can win every one of your matches, because it can be a trap game where they underestimate you, or it can be a match where you are just better and will win. You have to be confident in your abilities and be sure that you can win, because if you criticize yourself and your abilities and let others do that too, you're not gonna win any matches because you've lost all confidence in yourself. Never let that happen, that's why I stay positive, mainly for the fact that I know I'm a good wrestler.

Murcielago is walking along the sidewalk and a person approaches him and while walking over to him he is patting his pockets looking for a pen.

Fan: Wow, it's you! I know you're not a huge sensation throughout the country but I know who you are. Can I get your autograph? I-I've got a pen right here and here you can just sign my hat.

Murcielago: Cool, no problem.

Murcielago signs the hat and hands the fan his pen and his hat.

Murcielago: How do you know who I am? I only fight in an indie federation down in North Carolina. Are you some wrestling fanatic who follows not only the major feds but the small indie ones too?

Fan: Yeah, I follow the small indie feds, and I was down in North Carolina not too long ago, about two weeks ago and I found out about the show that, what was it, umm, Rebel wrestling was
having so I went, and I saw your match, and now I'm meeting you here. What are you doing here?

Murcielago: I sorta live here, born and raised.

Fan: Wow, that's really cool, I'll try and make it down to North Carolina again to see another show, I've got family down there so it's pretty easy to stay there, it's just getting there.

The fan walks off with his autographed hat that he is not wearing because of the signature and Murcielago continues on his way down the street.

Murcielago: Confidence is everything, you've got to stay positive and confident, you do that and you'll win, look at my dude Warren, he was a pessimist before his fights but once he got his
confidence up he won. That's a prime example of what confidence can do, stay upbeat and you'll do work. Look at me, I've got a title because I'm so optimistic.

The flags of REBEL-Pro are descending upon NAPW. They have to be scared, even El Comendador was scared when the flags of Aragón and Castilla when approaching Fuenteovejuna, if you have any idea of what I'm talking about. We're gonna go into that place and come out with a 'W', an invasion of sorts, a win on their home turf. Home field advantage is good but it doesn't guarantee a victory. I'm telling you guys right now, NAPW thinks that they can destroy the REBEL squad, they've got another thing coming to them, this is gonna be a trap game. REBEL-Pro is going to win the match and garner some respect from NAPW, and if we don't get the respect, it's ok, 'cause we proved that we're better and bragging rights are everything.

Murcielago continues to walk along the sidewalk and the camera stays where it is and shows as he continues. The scene fades out.

[Murder City Devils]

We fade in to the exterior of some rundown gym somewhere, where the hottest tag team in North America, Jake Phoenix and Donovan Astros are standing by. Phoenix is wearing sweatpants, a black weight belt and a torn-up Gold's Gym tanktop. Oakleys are hanging off the shirt. Astros has on the trademark Donovan Astros polo shirt - look stylish and support the greatest wrestler on God's green Earth! - and black slacks.

PHOENIX - You got that camera on?

The camera moves up and down.

PHOENIX - Good. Talk, Don.

Astros shoots off a quick smirk.

ASTROS - Well, well, well, wasn't it nice of the Kurtis Boys to finally show up? And it looks like their no-talent valet isn't as hurt as we had hoped. Must've been nothing up there to hurt! But it's good you're here, because, frankly, I was starting to worry.

PHOENIX - Lemme make somethin' real clear to you boys. If I really wanted to put that bitch of yours in the hospital... we wouldn't be havin' this discussion. She wouldn't be in the hospital - she'd be in a (BLEEP)ing coffin. Wouldn't be the first, and if you punks don't watch yourselves, you'll be next.

ASTROS - I wouldn't worry so much about the health of poor little Lyndsey Valentine all that much, though. You see, Kurtis Boys, you really should be worried about your own health. I've asked you time and time again... I've begged for you guys to show up and shut me up in an NAPW ring. But it's not just me you're gonna have to worry about getting your hands on... you've got a living, breathing, walking, talking, real life firebreathing monster waiting in the wings for you, and he doesn't care about the name or the face in front of him, do ya, Jake?

PHOENIX - Nope. Don't matter if it's one Kurtis or another, or some cash guy or some car, they all go down in a heap. Mattie, I keep hearin' how I'm on yer shitlist now. Well, boys..

Phoenix spreads his massive arms.

PHOENIX - ..there ain't nothin' between us but air, just like there was last time. You talked the same shit last time, and when the time came for you to put up, you turned tail and ran like a coward, just like your bitch of a brother ran from Donnie. Exactly what's gonna be different this time? I'll tell ya what's gonna be different this time - you selfish punks're leadin' two other REBEL lambs to slaughter this time!

ASTROS - Oh, I'd be remiss if I didn't talk about Murcielago and Mike Trey. You guys haven't had the first hand look at the face of greatness like those Kurtis Boys have, but let me give you a brief history lesson, since you were so kind to educate everyone on Spanish history, Murci...

Astros picks up a piece of posterboard with pictures attached to it. Astros points to one of the pictures, a younger Jake Phoenix standing over a downed opponent.

ASTROS - This is Jake Phoenix. He likes hurting people. For money, for titles, hell, just for the fun of it! He's done it for years, from Reno, Nevada, to Oceanside, California, to Edmonton, Alberta, and all places in between!

Astros moves his finger over to another picture, this time a younger picture of himself.

ASTROS - And this is Donovan Astros, the greatest wrestler on God's green Earth and the best damn thing NAPW's ever seen. World Heavyweight Wrestling Champion at one point, and I've been hurting people for years too, just from the inside out, by being the best!

Astros moves to point to another picture when Phoenix's hand comes across the poster board and grabs it.

PHOENIX - Enough, they ain't gonna get it through pretty pictures. We'll just hafta do it the old fashioned way.

ASTROS - But I've only got 18 more pictures to go!

PHOENIX - That's more than they've got left. Enough of the Kurtis bitches. We've got this Mur-cee-lay-go guy. Ain't that a Ferrari or somethin'?

ASTROS - I, um, I hate to correct you... but it's a Lamborghini.

PHOENIX - Whatever. Doesn't matter. Y'know, it's funny. I didn't know what a Mur-cee-lay-go was before, so I looked it up on the Internet on that laptop I.. picked up from that guy in the hotel. Didn't even know what this guy looked like, but y'know what the first thing was that came up? This nice, pretty little car, all scrunched up after runnin' smack into a brick wall, totally ruined. Pretty (BLEEP)ing appropriate. Mur-cee-lay-go - meet the (BLEEP)ing wall.

ASTROS - Oooh, that's not a pretty picture. Look what you've done, Murcielago, you've made this Career Killer mad. Hell, I hadn't even paid him to hurt you, yet!

Astros shakes his head.

ASTROS - By the way, Jake, what about this Assman guy? What kind of a name is Assman?

PHOENIX - Real simple, Donnie..

Phoenix cracks his knuckles. Loudly.

PHOENIX - ..it's the name of somebody that's gonna get their ass kicked, just like all the rest.

ASTROS - Look who we've got, and look who you've got! Kurtis Boys! Assman! Murcielago! Rebel Pro! That's what you've got to look forward to! The baddest son of a gun on the planet and the Savior of wrestling as you know it!

PHOENIX - REBEL's gambling with bad money, boys - and real soon.. REAL soon.. the pit bosses're comin' to collect.

The camera starts fading to black, as Astros gets the last word in...

ASTROS - Tuesday night, misfits... someone's gonna pay.

Black.

[Murcielago]

The scene fades in to show Murcielago sitting at a desk in a dark room where the light is only shown on the desk. No pen, or pad, or anything else on the desk. He sits there with his hand folded and begins to speak.

Murcielago: Well it seems that Astros and Phoenix have made another promo and it seems that they're going to injure me and Phoenix isn't going to be paid for it because it's "on the house". I'm going to love watching them try. Career killer? The only career he has killed is his own, where the (BLEEP) has he gone in this business seriously? It's like some knock off Randy Orton "Legend Killer" shit. These guys are fools, uneducated fools. They think that my name is because of the Lamborghini Murciélago, it isn't. I went over this for my last match, the one where I won my current title. My name comes from a bull that was spared due to uncommon courage during a bull fight in Spain in which he went after 24 picadores. So basically all other bulls are killed, but me, I'm the bull that lives, the one that is loved by the people, and the one who establishes a legend.

Also, Astros thanked me for the Spanish history lesson I gave? Was he speaking of my reference to El Comendador? If so, yet another mistake by these fools, it was a novel written by a Spaniard, however, the novel is fiction, meaning fake, not true, so therefore it cannot be history. Are these two just stupid or did they not pay attention in school, I can't tell, but I have a feeling that it is that they're both basically retarded.

Murcielago leans back in his office chair and folds his hands in his lap.

Murcielago:Their team has idiots on it, nothing more, nothing less. Chris Casino, your dad was rich, did he pay off your teachers in school? Because damn, you don't know how to do anything, you haven't done a single minute of work in your life, the closest thing you've probably done to work is picking up something you dropped. So how about you and your NAPW buddies back out of this match before you lose and end up like your finishing move, Bankrupt.

This is why the REBEL Pro team is going to win come Tuesday. The NAPW squad is a bunch of idiots, they can't pronounce my name and if they had the slightest bit of knowledge they'd be able to. I mean, it's not too hard to say. Our team is the educated team, the team that can add two and two together and not get 37, rather 4. We've got Duke graduates, UK graduates, myself who can tell you shit loads about history, and Mike Trey, his area of expertise, well, is asses? Whatever, he's a good fighter, so that makes up for it.

NAPW if you're not afraid right now you should be, because if you look at this match, like really look at this match closely you'll see that we've tipped the scales to our side, this is our match for this taking, and we're going to damn well take it. After the match we're going to have garnered the respect from the NAPW wrestlers, and if we don't receive the respect after we beat them, we'll just have to take that as well.

Chris Casino, Donovan Astros, Jake Phoenix, Sebastien (Sea Bass) Martyr, if you guys are not worried about this match on Tuesday, you should be. If I were you and I was to face this REBEL squad I would be worried, I honestly would be, and believe me when I say this, you should be nervous, because this is our chance to prove that we are better than you.

Murcielago sits back in his chair and puts his feet up on his desk. As soon as he does this the light turns off and all we see is darkness. The scene ends.

[Sebastien Martyr]

(The scene is downtown, but the city isn't easily identified. Sebastien Martyr is dressed in an all black casual outfit, and surrounded by ten luscious goth girls. They walk down the street and two of the girls start arguing.)

Sebastien: Hey... You want to fight? Is that what this is about?

(The two look at Sebastien Martyr with a tad bit of fear.)

Sebastien: Not me... Each other. Loser is out of the group, and is the one who can't continue. Let's move this to that alley.

(They all move to the alley where the other 8 and Martyr make a circle. The girls look alot alike, but one has reddish hair, compared to the other's pure black. The red head throws herself at the black haired girl, and takes out a knife. Sebastien quickly grabs the wrist of the girl.)

Sebastien: Whoa... I said fight. You don't decide who lives or dies.. I DO. Now for that---

(The black haired girl takes the opportunity to kick the red head in the face, and she has on high heels. Blood squirts from a hole in the girls face. She screams in agony, and elbows the black haired girl in the face. Her nose breaks and blood pours. The two girls continue to throw wild punches for the next few minutes. The two collapse as Sebastien calls an ambulance.)

Sebastien: Neither girl seemed to want to win... so leave them both for the city to clean up.

(The other girls laugh, and they follow Sebastien down the street. The come through a crowd letting out. It's closing time for many bars, and the drunks are let loose.)

Sebastien: The power is intoxicating. I have to compete in this huge match coming up and we have everyone shooting off their mouth. Ass? Murcielago? The Kurtis'? They are going to wipe the mat with NAPW blood? Is that the idea? No... the Careers of the REBEL sheep shall be slaughtered. You guys are just being led to the wolves that camp out in Canada. Now, I'm aware my partners have had some words concerning the Tag deal coming up. But rest assured that we are unified in winning. Winning is the best drug around, and we want our fix.

(The crowd surrounds the goth girls and Martyr.)

Sebastien: Just like the anything evil, drunks come out at night too. These men remind me of the hillbilly promotion that wants to beat up the more established, more polished NAPW. These drunks are jealous of the richer men, who don't frequent these hole in the wall, piss poor beer joints. Those men go to finer establishments, cause they are a breed different. NAPW is the richer of the two promotions, and this is a classic example of poor versus rich. You draw 300 fans? We draw five times that amount. Why? Cause we have wrestlers like me, Casino, Phoenix and Astros. Real wrestlers who don't need garbage cans and Ass wiggles to entertain. These drunk men, will return home to there pathetic existence, and cry. Just like REBEL will.

(Sebastien takes out a camera as a drunk man lays on the ground puking.)

Sebastien: (snapping the picture) This is the future of REBEL. Puking, looking sick, laying down... all because of the brutal assault of NAPW. Now many have asked why I would like defending the honor of NAPW. Why? Despite the guys I hate here... At least I can be proud of the matches we produce. The product is better, the wrestlers here aren't back yard wannabes. It's truly like night and day. Murcielago wants to be proud of his belt. Well how about I lay out a proposal for the loud mouth... If we beat team REBEL, than the winner of the fall.. whoever gets the pin.. they should get a shot at your belt. You won't accept, because your just a bunch of talk, with no back up. You want to stick your money where your Ass is... then accept. Assman? You just need to check your facts. We all know that Rex Caliber turned you down from NAPW, and REBEL was so desperate for talent it signed your sorry, pun intended.. ASS! And the worse tag team ever... Don't you have some "Deliverance" type movies to shoot? Just like the drunks here... REBEL's party time is coming to a stomach turning end.

(Fade to black.)

[Chris Casino]

The palatial suite sits in the heart of Alberta Canada. It's here that Chris Casino has taken temporary residency. The suite, paid for by Martyr, reminds Chris of happier times. Times when the held the world by the ball and called all the shots. While it's true nearly half of Casinos money has been recovered, the effects of being dead broke have effected him greatly. He seems more withdrawn, more sullen than usual. One thing that has stayed the same however is Casinos partner, Monique. She's lounging of the sofa watching some insipid show on VH1. Even dressed in plain blue jeans and a baby doll top she's easily one of the most beautiful women you'll ever see. As for Casino he's dressed in a pair of slacks and button up shirt. He notices the Camera Crew and smiles.

Casino: In the war between NAPW and REBEL it seems that we have the "stars" such as myself, Martyr and those two other new cats. While on the other side you have four inbreed pieces of trash who only WISH that they could be on the same level as us. Bluegrass Mafia? Assman? The dude with the unpronounceable name? All losers. Each of them lack both the charisma and in ring abilities that someone like myself possesses. In case you clowns forgot, I'm not only the first ever triple crown champion BUT the first ever grand slam winner. I held the Pure Honor Title for 23 weeks. Hell, if it was just me against you four I still feel confident that I would emerge from the match with my arm raised in victory.

Casino takes a few steps towards the camera. His hands slip into his pockets. He seems to not be worried on the least about the upcoming supershow.

Casino: Very soon I'll have gold around my waist again. It'll be pure NAPW gold, not that trashy Carolinas tin belt that Murcielago shows off. If you want to compare feds then let's look at some facts. In NAPW we've had stars such as D!, Myself, Ravager, The DOOMriders and even Lloyd Rees and my former partner Evan Cartwright set the bar on wrestling excellence. Over in REBEL they have Rex Caliber as their champion. The Foundation hold the Tag Titles for Gods sake and some cat with a f*cked up name won the worthless Carolinas title. Pitiful. If you had to sum up the trashy feel of REBEL I can point to one thing...Chad Kurtis is a number one contender to a championship.

Casino: In NAPW we wrestle. We don't break out trash cans or tacks or sh*t like that for the cheap pop. We simply go into the ring, wrestler twenty maybe thirty minutes using actual wrestling holds and give the dirty Canadians their moneys worth. I assume over in REBEL your fans simply give five dollars of their food stamps to the door so they can get a seat. I even hear they pay you guys in video game tokens instead of money. But yet you come to our yard and expect to take home the win in this first ever inter-fed match. To the wrestlers in REBEL I can only say....Just say No to drugs.

Casino takes a seat next to Monique, glances at the TV and sighs.

Casino: Flavor of Love? How can you watch this sh*t?

Monique: Shhhh baby I think they're 'bout to throw down!

Casino shakes his head and gives his main squeeze a pat on the ass.

Casino: REBEL, take a look at this hot piece of ass...

Monique: HEY!

Casino: Er, I mean look at this beautiful woman laying beside me.

Monique: That's better.

Casino: Down in REBEL you mooks can only DREAM of having someone this fine by your side. Although you do have that Valentine chick.

Monique: (giggles) she looks tore up from the floor up.

Casino: Indeed. No doubt she helps with the "payment" for other wrestlers as well. Bluegrass Mafia, Assman, Murcielago you will all be ground under my boot. I'll show you morons what real wrestling is. It doesn't involves shaking your ass to a predominantly male audience. It's not about losing every tag team match you're in and STILL claiming you're the best and it sure as hell isn't about wearing a title that means about as much as that Xtreme Jobber title does.

Casino: I'm Chris Casino you stupid dicks. I'm without a doubt the best technical wrestler in NAPW history. Everytime I step into a ring I break another record...Or end another career. You four? You four can't even spell Canada let alone consider yourselves good enough to wrestle here. If NAPW forces me to "defend their honor" then I'll do so. For now. But rest assured this company will owe me once we put you four on the first bus back to loser town.

Casino: I could go on and on about this match. About you four. But why? Why waste valuable TV time talking about a bunch of talentless retards? Instead I'm going to do something that the four of you only DREAM of. That being having hot sweaty monkey sex with a woman that doesn't need inflating.

Monique: (sarcastically) You're so romantic.

Casino: I've seen the future kids. It involves my team whipping the shit out of REBEL. It shows me and Martyr winning the tag team gold. It shows Chris Casino...Back on top. Speaking on getting on top.....

Casino smirks at Monique who gives him a sly smile.

- fade out -

[The Assman]

Fade in on The Assman just finishing watching Chris Casino's latest. He turns to the camera, smiles, then we fade out.

We fade back in to see Assman at a REBEL signing, with the banner "Road to the Supershow" behind him. He is sighning autographs for the fans. AS he notices the camera running, he grins. He is wearing yet another t-shirt. Black, with the white wording: "NAPW?" As he stands up, he walks away from the camera, and we see a shot of the back of the shirt: "Who Gives a (BLEEP)?". He gets in amongst his fans and turns back to the camera. The fans have taken to shouting "ASS!" between each of his comments.

Assman: NAPW... You know... The more I see from you guys... The more it just makes me think about what a waste this match really is. Chris Casino saying I had no charisma? Its comments like that that make me wonder why I'm even going to wrestle that event... Against wrestlers who don't even care to research their opponents. And then I realise why. I'm doing it for you guys.

A huge pop from the crowd as a chant of "NAPW - (BLEEP) YOU!" starts ringing out from the building, as The Assman struggles to keep his voice heard over his fans.

Assman: So you know what? This match... Its going to be easy. Because no matter the outcome... Its still you washed up losers that no one gives two shits about... Against REBEL. We ARE REBEL wrestling. And you guys are 4 bloated ego's that believe they are much more than they are. If you guys are all that you claim... Why are you still working small independent federations? In Canada of all places? Sorry, what? I couldn't hear you over all that mumbling? Yeah, I thought so. You guys understand you have nothing to give to wrestling, you're tucked away in that little pile of crap Canada, wishing you were something you're not. Even, probably, believing you are that which you seek. But... us Brits have a saying... and well, so do the Americans. It goes a little something like...

He turns to the crowd and says something quietly to them, and as he turns around a big chant of "(BLEEP) YOU!" booms from them, as they raise their arms and jeer.

Assman: And damn, I could have sworn Chris Casino said something about us REBEL guys having no charisma. I mean, I've never seen Chris Casino's fans really like the REBEL fans. At at the end of the day, when its all said and done... the NAPW stays there in Canada, with their shit-for-brains wannabees, and their half-arsed wrestlers and storylines, and the REBEL guys get to come back to Carolina, and witness true wrestling. So you know what? Even if we come out losers of the match, we win the war. This match to us? It's more like... a trip to the zoo. In England we don't get to see that many wild animals from the Canadian regions, so watching these monkeys you call NAPW "wrestlers" and NAPW "fans" should be good. I'll be sure to tell my family about it next time I get back to England.

The fans go nuts, they are seeing a bit more of an edgier side to The Assman, and they are loving it. Goes to show that when it comes to defending ones home, The Assman doesn't take it lightly.

Assman: Sebastian... I saw that last vid... Taking pictures of drunk homeless men... What the hell? To each his own, I guess, but... Well, why don't you try for some better analogies. REBEL being a drunken homeless man? I don't really see what you're driving at... The Assman is REBEL, and I don't drink... So that was one bit wasted. I'm also not homeless... And REBEL has a home right here in Carolina... So that was wasted. And the man bit? Well, we also have had some damn fine women wrestle in REBEL, but I agree, its mostly a male roster. Thats err, thats a great attack on REBEL Pro there, I mean, shit, I could have told you we were mainly a male roster for free, you didn't have to take a picture of a drunk homeless man to figure that out Sebastien. Like I say, you guys up in Canada... A bit on the denser side.

He gathers the fans up tighter around him for the final segment.

Assman: Ok, basically, this is it. We are REBEL Pro Wrestling. Each month we go out and give the fans incredible nights of wrestling, two a month. They understand and appreciate what we do. We don't (BLEEP) around with flashy storylines, we don;t have some (BLEEP)ed up gimmicks. We are professional Wrestling, not Sports Entertainment. And thats what we do. We wrestle. We give an amazing night of wrestling. And after we bring that to New Alberta, to Canada, you will have to shape up. Because once those Canadians see what real wrestling is like... You guys are in trouble.

Another huge pop from the appreciative fans!

Assman: This week, REBEL is coming. Ass is coming. And thats straight from the mouth of REBEL.

We fade out as a chant of "ASS IS REBEL!" gets louder and louder from the fans and The Assman himself!

[Murcielago]

Murcielago is shown in a room watching television, he is sitting in a reclining chair, the room is dark except for the light that the t.v. puts out. His dog is laying down on the floor next to him, Murcielago puts the television on 'mute' and begins to speak.

Murcielago: REBEL Pro is considered to be the lesser of the two federations, it is considered to be a large step down from NAPW, it is considered undeserving to be in the same arena as the NAPW wrestlers, the fighters of REBEL aren't even considered wrestlers by NAPW. We are looked down upon, scoffed by the NAPW wrestlers, the ones who are higher than the poor REBEL Pro stars. You can consider us that, all of those things, fine, consider us that.

We are going to do exactly what our name is, rebel, you can consider us the proletariat, we're going to rise up and overthrow the oppressive NAPW fed, just as the Bolsheviks overthrew the autocracy of Czar Nicholas II.

A commercial comes on the t.v. and Murcielago switches the channel to the baseball game, though on mute he can still watch it.

Murcielago: NAPW puts an emo person, a rich, egotistical, incompetent piece of garbage, and two rookies who have yet to prove themselves against the REBEL team. If they are that confident that they can win with that type of squad I believe that it's our job to show them that we're not the type of garbage fed they claim we are, that we're in fact a group of skilled athletes who, even if we don't win, we will push them to the edge, to a place that they haven't been before.

We roll differently in REBEL Pro, we do things differently and thats no means for criticism. You
always fear with is different and out of the norm for you, and NAPW should be afraid because we do things differently.

Paper champion or not, a team with a defeated record, and one whose area of expertise isn't really know, it sounds like a rag-tag team if you ask me, but we'll push the team of Sea Bass Martyr, Chris Casino, Donovan Astros and Jake Phoenix to the edge. They won't enjoy being there, but they will have to suck it up and learn to accept the fact that things won't always go your way, I have a feeling that this will be hard for our little rich boy, Chris Casino who has had
everything handed to him in life on a silver platter.

We're going to go into Canada and represent North Carolina and show these uneducated, untalented pricks what real wrestling is. We don't need to be that well known, as long as we put on a good show we're fine.

Murcielago catches a glimpse of the score and sucks his teeth out of annoyance. When he does this his dog raises his head, Murcielago pats him on the head and says 'Easy' and the dog lays back down.

Murcielago: I said just a one day ago, the flags of REBEL Pro are fast approaching, so NAPW be ready for Tuesday because come Tuesday night the REBEL team is going to walk out with the victory, AND the bragging rights.

The camera pulls away from Murcielago, the light changing constantly because of the baseball game until the scene fades to black.

["The Show" Chad Kurtis]

shadow=red,left,300]The following is a "BGM" film...

CO-Produced by "The Show" Chad Kurtis and "The Angry American" Matthew Kurtis...

Costume design by Lyndsey Valentine....

Casting by Lyndsey Valentine....

Lead cameraman is "High Octane" Will Zalucki....

Featuring Matthew Kurtis and starring "The Show" Chad Kurtis[/shadow]

[shadow=red,left,300]"A Day in the mind of a self proclaimed savior and his disciple"[/shadow]

Scene opens as "The Show" Chad Kurtis comes out in a black shoulder length wig with a scar painted across his forehead wearing full length black tights, a single elbow pad on his left arm, and a t-shirt that says, "I am the savior, so crucify me...he is then joined by "The Angry American" Matthew Kurtis dressed in dark jeans and a black tank top that reads, "Phoenix...I'm with stupid and points up."

Chad (as Astros): Phoenix what the hell is wrong with you man. I mean I gave you one simple job and that was to injure Lyndsey Valentine and you couldn't do it. Come on man, I mean we all know that the self proclaimed savior of NAPW can't get a girl off so he gets off by having them injured, and you deprive me of that!

Matt (as Phoenix): I am so sorry, my savior. I mean you know I can't do anything without you telling me step-by-step what to do. I thought you told the world that if we really wanted to put her in the hospital we would have?


Chad (as Astros): Dammit man, I only said that to try and save face. I mean "The Show" already bitch-slapped my candy-ass out of the state of North Carolina, I was just trying to keep the world for seeing us as the bitches we are. After all I am the self proclaimed savior of NAPW.

Matthew (as Phoenix) : You're right boss that exactly what happened. I mean "The Show" chased you out of the ring like you was a red-headed stepchild.

Chad (as Astros): gives 'phoenix' a mafia slap Dammit boy, you ain't supposed to agree with me. After all we are trying to rewrite history here! I mean we are tell people what we want them to hear!

Matthew (as Phoenix): But boss all these people saw the match. How can we deny what happened.

Chad (as Astros): I don't even know what to say to that. I mean you got me speechless.

Matthew (as Phoenix): Do you say you are speechless, boss. Why don't you just steal a line from "The Show" Chad Kurtis.

Chad (as Astros): Dammit, what a great idea. Maybe I should just say something like, hey Bluegrass Mafia there is nothing between us but air and opportunity.

Matthew (as Phoenix): Yeah, boss that's a good one or we could steal one from "The Angry American" and call them speed-bumps. But you know somehow when we say those lines it seems to me like we are saying, "Live from New York, It's Saturday Night!".

Chad (as Astros): Dammit man, what are doing calling us comedians or something....

Chad throws off the "Astros' wig" and takes off the "Savior T-shirt" to reveal a T-shirt that says "Rebel Pride with a NAPW side". Chad then tosses one of the shirts to Matt.who tears off his Phoenix costume.

Chad (as Chad): Comedians?, I ain't so sure about that maybe more like clowns! I mean you come out here every chance you get trying to play my game, and you can't even get off the bench. I mean you say you are the savior of NAPW, and you steal one of my lines and say there is nothing between us but air and opportunity. When the one time that there is nothing between us what happens? I bitch-slapped you all over the ring. Bottom line is you can't beat me and you know it, so you try miserably to get inside my head hoping that it will have some effect. Well, Astros, bad news for you the game is over and your mind games have had no effect on the man known as "The Innovator of Offense, The Last 'Action' Hero, The True PTPer, "The Show" Chad Kurtis!

MATTHEW(as Matthew): What it is comes down to "Dumb" and "Dumber" is this...don't spit into the wind,you don't tug on Superman's cape,you don't pull the mask off the Lone Ranger,and you don't (BLEEP) around with the Bluegrass Mafia.We've been running your mouthes,taking cheap about our family and trying to injure Lyndsey we've had your fun and now it's time to get real,real serious. You wanted to injure Lyndsey,but you guys couldn't get it done,but I promise you two guys that you will bleed and you will have bones broken...and that ain't a threat it's a (BLEEP)ing promise!You called us speed-bumps in your way? Well y'all ain't even speed-bumps to us,because you slow down for speed-bumps and we're going to run right over you. You called out the "The Show" and "The Big Blue Ass Kicker" y'all wanted us in the ring and now you've got us but remember what they say be careful what you wish for because you might just get it.

Chad: Whooo...can you dig that! Dammit man, it seems like someone done pissed in Matt's Wheaties and dammit I feel sorry for them. But right here right now it's time to a shout out to our teammates in this historic match, and assisting us in representing Rebel is none other than the charismatic Assman and the upstart Carolinas champion, Murcielago. You know I have had some fun talking smack, but truth is that everyone on Team Rebel better bring their A game, I mean look at who we are going up against not only are we facing-off against dumb and dumber, but we also face the overrated Sebastien or as Murcielago called him "sea-bass"Martyr, and Chris Casino. On paper it may look like the second coming of "The Untouchables" have the advantage, but that's on paper. All that really matters is what happens between the ropes, and that's where Team Rebel is going to shine. So, Casino, Martyr, Phoenix, and Astros dig down deep, deeper than you ever have before, because you are representing the great legacy of NAPW and you are going to need everything, everything, and more to survive this match. Much less win it!

Matthew: As someone used to use as a tagline,Team NAPW will survive if we let them. Casino and Martyr,you two have the misfortune of being on the opposite side of the ring from Team REBEL. Murcielago showed heart and talent in winning the Carolinas Championship,Assman has skill and charisma,and the BGM has it all. Y'all keep referring to us as upstarts,well maybe we and REBEL in general are,but that just means we're hungrier. We're willing to make our names not only with our blood and sweat but with your blood as well. So ask yourselves are you willing to pay the price? Team REBEL is willing to pay it and this match will be a war of attrition there will be no winners only survivors.


[shadow=red,left,300]Starring in alphabetical order

Chad Kurtis as Himself
Chad Kurtis as Donovan Astros
Matthew Kurtis as Himself
Matthew Kurtis as Jake Phoenix

Co-produced by Chad Kurtis and Matthew Kurtis
Directed by Chad Kurtis

This short film as been approved by "The Show" Chad Kurtis and "The Bluegrass Mafia".[/shadow]