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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, all the lights in the arena came on red. Standing in the center of the ramp is Rex Kobra, dressed in his long hoodless coat. Under it he had on a dark shirt complete with a white collar, making him look like a dark priest. He stared down at the ring with slitted-pupil eyes. Raven hair was slicked back, his face clean shaven, and drawn on his forehead was a crimson pentagram. There was an intensity about him tonight.

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 attention never drifting away from the ring. He cracked his neck and stalked down the ramp, each step methodical. His eyes focused unblinking on the cathedral of pain before him. A place for him to try and redeem himself to the serpent for his recent losses. If he continued on this losing streak, he may have to do something truly degrading like joining Cartwright Strong Style.



"Introducing first, weighing in at 328 lbs...From the The Defiler's Den...The High Priest of Hate...The Bishop of Bastards...The Savior of the Serpent...The Apex Predator...The Defiler...Rex Kooooooobra."




Rex stops at the end of end of the ramp, and raises his arms to his sides, looking to the heavens. 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 extends his arms to his sides and gazes up to the heavens once again. The red lights go out and as they come up again, Rex is standing once more.

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 removes his coat and drops it off over the rope. Rex straightens his Dark Priest shirt and when he can't seem to be happy with the sleeves, he simply tears them off and throws them from the ring as well. He looks to the ramp and drops to his knee as he waits for his opponent.

Rex paced and as the bell rang would move quick to Mirage and attempt to catch him in a collar-and-elbow tie up. If successful, Rex would attempt to transition to a side headlock.

Rex was caught by the headbutt and staggered back, shaking his skull from the contact. It was a move that he knew well though he was not used to being on the receiving end of one.

Rex had barely recovered from the habit before he was caught and clotheslined.

Rex is pulled back to his feet and clobbered with another clothesline. While it dazes him, as he connects with the mat, an ember of pure fury starts to light inside him.

"1..."

At one and a half, Rex threw a shoulder up and started to slowly get up, the rage building inside him fueling him. Pushing him.

Rex caught a clubbing blow and let out a grunt of pain. As Mirage attempted to whip him though, that ember of rage exploded. He stood his ground and lowered his center of gravity, refusing to be moved and staying planted like a stone. He snarled and tried to whip Mirage into a corner instead.