The Beginning of a New Era.

[Stylin' Kyle Roberts [REBEL]]

(Kyle Roberts is returning tennis balls in the Cary Towne Park tennis courts. Once he sees the camera, he takes a towel, drapes it over his shoulders, and turns off the ball shooter. He takes a bottle of water from a cooler beside the court, and turns to the camera. Wait a sec, did he shave his goatee? He did! Apart from the still dyed-blond hair, he's looking like the Kyle Roberts of old.)

KYLE ROBERTS: God, this condo complex is amazing! I don't know why I didn't splurge on a pad this sweet before. Right, that's why: Edmonton doesn't have something like that without giving away my firstborn. Imagine, not having to go to some rundown gym, but I can just walk the two buildings to the fitness centre where I've got full privileges. If only Rex Caliber was as easy to deal with.

Rex, you ask where my singles title is, after a mere five weeks of being on my own? How long did it take you to grab the brass ring? I'll tell you: Four months. So I think a month and a half from striking it out on my own to winning REBEL's big belt will completely render any argument you try to put up as moot.

Keep on throwing up those paper tigers, Rex. "There's no way Kyle can win this match!" "How long before Kyle Roberts cheats?" "My Rex Caliber dick is seven feet long!" It simply doesn't matter. REBEL paid me the big bucks to go exclusive. They're banking on me being the biggest thing they've got. As well they should. I give them legitimacy. I give them the perfect face for their organization. I give them a reason to print posters and publicize their cards. Kyle Roberts is money, Rex. And what are you? A man who retired, looking back on the inside saying, "But what about my glory?"

Thing is, Rex, you've got stuff to fall back on. Running NAPW. Owning an Edmonton bar and grill. Let's face it, Rex, you don't have to properly work another day in your life, unless you really drop the ball on your wrestling fed. Me? This is what I've got: A REBEL contract and independent feds looking to book the biggest blue-chipper in North America. This is my life, Caliber. This isn't me talking to piss you off. Hell, if you WANTED me to piss you off, you should ask Bruce what it's like when Stylin' Kyle Roberts manages to worm himself so far into your mind. He went feral, there, Rex. He had to lose his mind to gain his peace.

Here's the deal, Rex: When I get into that ring against you on Tuesday night, all bets are off. Your NAPW title reign? It won't matter. Our prior history? Water under the bridge. I will tear you apart, and I'll do it by outwrestling you. I don't need a weapon, Rex. The REBEL ringstyle will take some getting used to, but I refuse to throw garbage wrestling my opponent's way. When you think ECW, what do you think? Bloodfests? Balls to the wall insanity? I look at Chris Benoit, Dean Malenko, Eddy Guerrero. Three men who carved a niche in a hardcore federation, becoming hardcore by simply wrestling. THAT'S what I bring to the table.

What do people see when they look at me? A man that does what needs to be done to triumph. A man who breaks backs with his Bear-tamer. A charismatic icon. When people look at you? They see a crazy bald man who reminds them of a posturing Perry Saturn.

It's why I shaved the facial hair, Rex. I don't want these new REBEL fans to think the fedheads hired Saturn and Scott Steiner. I want them to see Stylin' Kyle Roberts. I want them to see Rex Caliber passed out from pain in the middle of the ring. I want them to see my hand lifted high week after week after week.

Bring your craziness. Bring your bravado. They'll all fall to the wayside as I outwrestle your ass. A Polarizer to make you groggy, an Emerald Fusion to knock you out. Or a Tilt-O-Whirl Backbreaker to aggravate your back, a Bear-tamer to break it. It doesn't matter. You can't bottle a tornado, and you can't stop Stylin' Kyle Roberts from being awesome.

Rex Caliber will be just a footnote to the REBEL reign of Kyle Roberts. The first man to fall to the future REBEL champ. Embrace your destiny, Rex, and then go off and face men like Warren and Cataclysm. I'll be up at the top ruling over all.

Will it be lonely at the top? You'll never know, Caliber. Might as well head on back to Edmonton. Me? I've found that I like it here, and there's no reason for me to leave.

See you in the ring, Rex.

(Kyle throws the towel over the camera as we fade to black.)