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The lights in the arena go out, plunging the crowd into darkness. There is a slow beat that seeps from the speakers. As the main music of The Devil's Rejects hits the speakers, red lights turn on focusing on the stage. Standing in the center of it is a figure wearing a long hooded coat alongside a woman standing off the side and to the back. Rex Kobra ready for more violence and his sister accompanying her high priest to study his ways. He stands for a moment on the stage, staring at the ring. He quickly throws his arms up and out to his sides, prompting a burst of flames to erupt on either side of him. As the flames die down, the rest of the lights turn on all red as well, bathing the entire arena in a reddish glow.

I am the bad one
Distant and cruel one
I am the dream that
Keeps you running down

With distraction
Violent reaction
Scars of my actions
Watch me running out

Rex starts down the ramp, his sister following along behind. His attention never drifting away from the ring. All the unwashed masses around him don't deserve his attention. Not yet. Not until the get to see him drag his first victim to the dark. Once he had made sure this new wretched fool saw the light, then maybe they could be worthy as well. At the very least, they'd be worthy of his scorn. Now? Now, all they deserved was apathy.



"And introducing, accompanied by The Vipress Ramona Tyler...he is the leader of The Cult of the Serpent, weighing in at 328 lbs...all the way from Salem, Oregon...The Defiler.....Rex Kooooooobra."




Rex stops at the end of end of the ramp, and raises his arms to his sides. He can feel the power of the ring. His cathedral to drag people to new found faith. Lowering his arms, he makes his way to the steps and stomps up them. At the top, he moves to the middle of the apron and climbs into the ring by stepping over the top rope. In the ring, he moves to the center and drops to his knees. He then lowers his hood. He stares ahead of him, not focusing his gaze on the crowd but instead of the reddish glow of the lights. The red that will fuel him through the match to come.



Rex stands, removes his coat and aviator sunglasses, and hands them off to his sister who takes them and sets them on the steps in his corner. Then Rex stands still and waits for that glorious bell to ring.

Rex moved to the center of the ring and sized up his opponent in his mind. He took a couple steps back for a moment as he thought of his plan of attack. He decided that trying for a full burst of violence at the start wasn't wise. It wasn't in his last match, so instead he would attempt to engage Erynys in a simple lockup.

If he was able to engage in the maneuver, he would attempt to transition it into a side headlock.

Rex was pushed to the ropes and the next thing he knew he was hit with a shoulder tackle. The big man went down but quickly rolled away and rose to a knee, a wicked grin on his face. Erynys wasn't going to be an easy fight. And some part of him liked that.

He would attempt to get to his feet without interruption before gesturing for his opponent to bring it.

Rex was hit with the knee and dropped to the mat. His bell was rattled and his face hurt, but still some dark part of him found the strength to laugh at the pain.

The stomps connected and still Kobra laughed. The laughter became more and more pained as it was forced through winces but still it came out.

"Again, my son," he said through the laughter. "Again."

Rex was locked in the choke and tried to laugh in response to the question. As he was locked in the choke, Rex would attempt to display his strength by grabbing Erynys's arm and pulling it away from his neck with a deranged smile.

With the hold broken, Rex would attempt to shove Erynys away and get back to his feet.