The scene opens on somewhere dark. The only light comes from a fixture hanging overhead, shining a single spotlight down onto a podium with the symbol of s snake crudely carved into its front. From the shadows behind the podium a figure emerges. The move from the dark and stand just at the edge of the light so that they are little more than a dark shape against darker shadows.

"It has been a long, long time since I've felt such elation."


The voice belongs to none other than Rex Kobra, former tag team champion and current societal exile. There is the sound of deep breathing as if he is struggling to contain his excitement. Or perhaps he's holding back a wild burst of laughter that is tearing at him and longing to be free.

"I have been gone from a ring for far too long. I have been away from WWF:G for way too long. But I am back and there is a wild exhilaration within me. A feeling that I have not felt since I was a young boy. A feeling that I thought I could never feel again. I would call it hope but hope is nothing more than a delusion that we can be more than what we are."


Rex steps forward and leans forward on the podium. He is wearing a long coat with a hood that is pulled up. His face is mostly hidden in shadow but now that he is standing in the light, it is at least partially visible. As is the long goatee that hangs out from the dark cavern of the hood.

"You see when I was a boy, I got out of my yard and I went walking through the wild. In those tall grasses, I happened upon a serpent. I was elated because I was a stupid boy and loved snakes. I saw them as slithery friends. Playthings. I was a careless miscreant and sought to toy with the creature. It responded as it would and I ended up sick. Poisoned. Dying from my own carelessness. It wasn't until I was older, gone from this company that I realized just how foolish I was. You see, I got bit because I did not revere the serpent as I should. Serpents are truly our betters."


Kobra lowers his hood and glares into the camera, a deranged grin hanging on his face. His red eyes glistening in the light with an unhinged mirth.

"In my exile from this company, I realized that. I called myself the defiler but I did not truly appreciate what that meant. I let it turn into a joke. Some immature pun brought up by Hiro and others that I just let go. I sold my soul to cretins when I should have been looking to The Serpent. Was it not a serpent that tempted Eve and brought Eden crumbling down? Was it not a serpent that put the great Cleopatra into her tomb? It was a pit of serpents that devoured the legendary Ragnar Lodbrok. Serpents. True hunters that can lurk in the grass. Crush you as you sleep. That can defile and corrupt and poison any that cross them. The true defilers. Apex predators."

Kobra straightens up and shrugs off his coat. He turns to show his back to the camera. A tattoo of a cobra devouring the planet taking up his back. He turns back around and slams his hands on the podium as he leans forward, his smile widening as he leans even closer to the camera.

"And now The Cult of the Serpent has returned to WWF:G and I aim to defile these hallowed halls and bring this new Eden down around you all. First, I will claim the King of the Canvas. Then I shall take your precious title. and you will all watch as I stand in that ring and I burn it. I will destroy all that you hold dear and by the end, you will all thank me. I have returned WWF:G. And I will help lead you into the dark."


With that, he pulls out his trusty tire iron from below the podium, lets out a wild burst of laughter and throws it to shatter the light and plunge wherever he was to total darkness. The camera lingers on the blackness as the laughter continues before finally cutting out.