Rise, Rebel, Resist by Otep begins to play on the sound system, after all the static ends and the vocals begin, Rebz slowly emerges from behind the curtain. Bandanna over her face as usual, head down, and begins to walk down the aisle.
I'm disconnected
I'm uninspired
I'm burning in water
I'm drowning in fire
I'm trapped inside my mind
Beneath these piles of stinking life
You use this abuse to keep me conquered
You're so absurdly common
Vacant faces
Brainless strangers
Sputtering, stuttering insect language
I'm the creature you created
Everyday I grow jaded
Calloused and exaspered
If I'll never be loved
Then I'll be hated
I'm the one of the freaks, the faggots, the geeks, the savages, rouges, rebels, dissident devils, artists, martyrs, infidels...
The announcer said, as she made her way down the aisle towards the ring, however... She has a mic in her hand... Oh boy, what does she have to say? Past words from her are usually... Brutal, filled with profanity, but legitimately from the mind and the heart. Rebz reaches the corner of the ring, walks up the steel steps and enters the ring through the middle rope.
Do we sit still
Under attack
Or do we start pushing back?
Never back up
Never back down
And Fight!
Rise, Rebel, Resist
Rise, rebel, make a fist, resist!
Rise, rebel, resist
Rise, rebel, make a fist, resist!
Rebz motioned for the guys in the back to cut the music, as she pulled her bandanna off her face revealing her mouth, and put the mic up there to begin speaking in the center of the ring.
"You know, it's funny how this is only TWE's first show on their secondary show, and three people were chosen to participate in a barbed wire triple threat match. A type of match I would consider my playground, even though I have never been booked for such a simple, yet destructive match, I've wrestled in the most complex types of hardcore matches. Yet, this is what I get? A simple extreme rules match? No glass tables? No ladders? No cages? I know I can go under the ring and grab whatever the hell I can find, but there is no other stipulation? Oh please, I can do these kind of matches in my sleep. Especially against someone I have never even heard of... But, that's not why I'm out here speaking... I'm curious to know... Why in the HELL!... Are these guys even in a title match? What have they done in such little time they have been here? Was it because, they appeared on some half-assed radio talk show? And the last guy was put in there for shits 'n giggles? What happened to building yourself up to earn that title? Especially one that signifies you are the most hardcore son of a gun in the company?" Rebz paused for a second, and a few of the fans have seen her work in hardcore matches in the past, and mostly agreed. Rebz cracks her neck, and begins talking again.
"I will be damned, if I was put in a women's title match, I sure as hell don't deserve something as low as that... No, I don't care who wins that Extreme TV Title, I will gun you down, and be the first woman to hold it! Since my chances of being the first to hold it were thrown out the window, but that's okay... Because I will make sure whoever I face in that match when I legitimately EARN my title shot! Will know the true definition of HARDCORE!"Rebz threw the mic down and awaited her opponent, who has named herself, the Cheerleader, who nobody has ever seen or heard of. With that being said, Rebz already knows she has this match won, any cheerleader is weak on the inside, and can easily be destroyed!
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