A camera clicked on it a darkened room. Seated in the middle of the room, under a single flickering bulb, in an old wooden chair was the man known as The Vile Defiler. Clutched in his fingers was a thick, lit cigar. He brought it to his lips and took a drag off of it. Once his inhale was finished, he crossed his arms and exhaled the smoke. “B...B...W...” he said in a low tone as he shifted in his seat. After a couple moments, he took a final drag from his cigar and dropped it to the ground before grinding it out with his boot, the camera keeping track of every movement he made. Once the cigar was out, Rex leaned forward, hiding most of his face in shadow, as it moved out of the light.

“Bad Blood Wrestling. BBW. The home of extreme. A place where mad men and psychopaths can thrive in their natural environment. Yet for some strange reason, I have yet to be featured. Now, I am willing to admit that a good portion of this mistake is my bad. I could have shown up earlier. Hell I probably should've seeing as you've got someone like Shin-Mozas in the Main Event. Maybe if you had someone more entertaining you wouldn't have to settle for sup-par human atrocities like him.”

Kobra rose slowly from his chair and remove the leather jacket that he was wearing. He cracked his neck and a sly and not-too-wholesome grin appeared on his face. With a quick motion, he lunged forward into the shadows. The camera dropped to the ground and for the next several moments, the sounds of scuffling and struggling echoed about the room. After half a minute, there was a thud as someone hit the floor. A few seconds later and the camera was moved again as if someone was lifting it from the ground. It was lifted to where it was before. A few seconds later and a figure in a gimp mask was tossed into the light. Kobra appeared as well and lifted him onto the chair.

“So you see,” Kobra said turning to the camera, "I sat back and I watched and I waited. I looked for the best time to arrive. Looking for the proper moment to show up and spread some good ol' fashioned pain and punishment. You see, I don't care about gold. I don't care about getting my name out there. Brand recognition, T-shirts, pointless awards. No no no. All I'm here to do is hurt whoever I feel like. Superstars, referees...camera people. Anyone that I feel like turning into a human pile of refuse, I will. And a little birdie has told me that a good buddy of mine is starting to feel the same way. An ol' chum who I had a good run with once. Domination is here, BBW. You ready?”

He turned back to the poor individual in the chair and reached up. With one large hand, he smashed the light bulb out. After a couple seconds, the room filled with the sounds of muffled screaming and Rex's laughter before the camera quickly cut to black.