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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 hoodless snakeskin jacket, hanging all the way to his ankles. A woman standing off the side and to the back. Rex Kobra, ready for more violence, and his sister accompanying her high priest as she must. He stands for a moment on the stage, staring at the ring with slitted, serpent eyes. He slowly raises his arms up at his sides, prompting flames to rise on either side of him. He stands between them for a moment before lowering his arms and causing the flames to dissipate. 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 remaining fixed on the ring. His cathedral of misery. The place where he would dedicate a beating to The Serpent so that he may continue to be blessed. Just as he had been blessed earlier.


"Introducing first, accompanied by The Vipress Ramona Tyler, weighing at 328 lbs...From the Defiler's Den...The High Priest of the Serpent...Rex Kobra!"

Yeah I am the knuckle
Bow down and buckle
Hold your breath
Your world is running down

Live for the family
Die with the family
All is the family
My gun is running out

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 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.

Hell doesn't want them
Hell doesn't need them
Hell doesn't love them

]This world rejects them
This world rejects them
This world rejects them

Rex stands, removes his coat and hands it off to his sister who takes it and sets it on the steps in his corner. Then Rex moves to the center of the ring and glares at the ramp as he waits for his new victim to arrive.

Rex would seek to start things off in a fairly standard manner with a normal lock-up. If he was able to lock it in, he would attempt to transition into an Irish Whip to the corner.

Rex knew he couldn't wait long so he would charge at the corner and attempt to hit Trent with a Body Avalanche.

Rex crashed into the corner and backed up trying to block out the sudden pain now radiating through his chest.

The kick connected with the back of his knee and brought the big man down to a knee.

Rex had started to rise but his standing was interrupted by a dropkick sending him face first into the turnbuckle. As he fell to the mat, his sister started to rhythmically pound on the apron in their corner. After several hits, Rex started to let out a weak pained laugh.

"1..."

Rex kicked out right as the ref hit one. There was something about the early attempt that caused Rex's laughter to get louder as well as the pounding in the corner to get louder and more rhythmic as well.