Go home, NAPW!

[Stylin' Kyle Roberts [REBEL]]

(The new apartment of Kyle Roberts. Kyle is showing his legal counsel, Ryan Kingston around.)

KYLE ROBERTS: And this will be your room.

(Ryan looks in to the room, seeing a couch and a desk.)

RYAN KINGSTON: A couch?

KYLE ROBERTS: No, Ryan, not just a couch. The best hide-a-bed I could find at La-Z-Boy. This thing's sweet. (Kyle pulls out the bed, revealing a nice double.) And voy-lah.

(Ryan lies down on it.)

RYAN KINGSTON: This will suffice.

KYLE ROBERTS: Damn straight it'll suffice. It cost me fifteen hundred dollars. I spared no expense for my lawyer. The place is wired for wi-fi too, so you can use this desk for your laptop.

RYAN KINGSTON: Thank you, Kyle.

KYLE ROBERTS: You're going to be at ringside next week. So we've got to think of strategy. My last one didn't work so well.

RYAN KINGSTON: I saw the tape. Caliber had the crowd in the palm of his hand. It must have rattled you.

KYLE ROBERTS: Like I give a (BLEEP) about what the fans think of me. No, the problem was one of me trying to make Rex wrestle. I've got to adapt to this new style. At least I've got one REBEL match under my belt now, unlike those three NAPW champions I'm facing this week. I've got experience.

RYAN KINGSTON: One match doesn't make for experience.

KYLE ROBERTS: I've got nothing to prove to my opponents. How many times did I beat Ravager? He's the one with something to prove. Until he pins me cleanly, there'll always be that lingering doubt in his mind. Tommy Deathrow's a deviant, and although he's beaten my ass, how many times have I beat him in the ring?

RYAN KINGSTON: He's got a win over you.

KYLE ROBERTS: Yeah. One. Because of a (BLEEP)ing flash pin. As opposed to every time he lost in a tag match against me. And Lloyd Rees? Sure, he threw me over the top rope at Sole Survivor, but the last time we met in a proper match? I pinned his ass one, two, three in a Lethal Lottery preview. So they've all got something to prove to ME, not the other way around.

(Kyle turns to the camera.)

KYLE ROBERTS: Ravager, you talk about how you want RESPECT from the fans? Hey, bud, before you go around looking for that, how about getting respect from the man who you have to beat in that ring? Let's face it, the ONLY way I will ever respect you is if you're able to beat me. Cleanly. No handcuffs. No interference. Just you and me in a battle of wits. Tell you what, I'll tie one cerebellum behind my back. I'll STILL be smarter than you, even as a half-wit. I'd be smarter than you, and I'd sure as shit be smarter than that rabble they call North Carolina fans. And there's one thing that I know about each and every one of you three men I'll meet in that ring. You all should listen very, very carefully.

As long as you're champions in the fed up north, as long as you hold NAPW gold, you'll be considered the establishment. The REBEL crowd's a rowdy bunch, and they don't cotton lightly to outsiders. As much as those fans love to boo me, there's one thing they'll admit, grudgingly: I am one of them.

I am REBEL. I epitomize what these fans want: Pure excellence. In a federation without rules, the man who adheres to his own personal code, who is true to himself, will triumph. You saw it in the match last week: It was only when I considered using a weapon that I lost. Before that chair beckoned to me to pick it up, I was in control. After I picked it up, I became just like every other garbage wrestler hoping to make a name for themselves in this federation. I became like Dio Muerte, Tommy Deathrow, Warren. I became like Brian Bruno. I looked like Rex Caliber.

Do you know what I want in REBEL? Well, besides that pretty gold belt, I want to be my own man. Only by shunning the weapons will I triumph. Only by differentiating myself from every guy who needs to wield a bat or a chair will I become the face of this company.

I am different from all the men I face next week. How? Because win or lose, they've got the comfort and security of their NAPW championships. Sure, they might WANT the REBEL Heavyweight belt, but they don't NEED it. Me? I gave up NAPW specifically to take this federation to the top. This is my livelihood now. This is my reason for living! Ravager wants another belt? (BLEEP) him! I YEARN for the REBEL championship, I LUST after it! Don't be selfish, bitches, I've staked this claim for myself! And I'd rather die than just hand over the title shot that I so rightfully deserve! I'll spill blood for it!

And in this match, it's a given. Blood will be spilled. You've got viciousness in The Superstar Thomas Deathrow, Esquire. You've got craftiness in LDK, Lloyd Rees! And Ravager? Well, he's a (BLEEP)ing robot. But the robot is programmed how to win, I'll give him that. All he needs now is to know how to feel love, but hey, that's a story for Disney. This will be a very brutal match. Four men, all at the top of their game! All of them ruthless, all of them capable of being sons of bitches. But only one man can leave that ring with his hand raised, boys.

And that man? Will be me. The face of REBEL. It's in the bag, you might as well fly back up to NAPW. Because that title shot, that title? It's staying right here in Raleigh. Just like me.

(The camera fades to black on the smirking face of Kyle Roberts. Man, don't you wanna just punch the guy? I know I do!)