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. On each side of the ramp, there was now a line of cultists standing, heads bowed and faces hidden by their hoods. Standing in the center of the ramp is Rex Kobra, looking a bit different to how he usually did. He had his long coat but it was hoodless. It was a long trenchcoat, hanging all the way to his ankles and was made entirely of snakeskin dyed black. under it he had on a dark shirt complete with a white collar, making him look like a dark priest. There were no shades. Instead, 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 a new intensity about him tonight. Behind him, Ramona stood dressed in her usual back-up garb.
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. His attention never drifting away from the ring. Eyes unblinking focused on his opponent. If he could destroy the Redeemer, then he would achieve his true ascenion. He would be unstoppable. Apex had been a great steeping stone. All of those brilliant Crucifix Powerbombs, sacrifices to The Serpent. Destroying The Savage Sons had earned him goodwill from his deity. All he needed now was to corrupt the incorruptible. He cracked his neck and looked back to his sister for a moment as he methodically made his way to the ring.
Hell doesn't want them
Hell doesn't need them
Hell doesn't love them
The Devil's rejects
"And introducing, accompanied by Ramona Tyler, 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."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 family behind him. Lowering his arms, he makes his way to the steps and stomps up them. As he goes up, the cult starts to circle the ring. 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. For a moment, the red lights go out. As the lights come back on normal, the cult is nowhere to be seen.
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 them on the steps in his corner. 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 before glaring at The Redeemer with a fire in his eyes that had yet to burn so bright.
As the bell rang, he moved from his corner, sizing up his opponent carefully, he knew that his strength might not be totally enough. He'd have to be smart as well. Find strengths and weaknesses. Find the best way to stick the legend with his venom.