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[Sexy Rexy [REBEL]]

(Think old school ECW, the REBEL flag as a background. It hangs on a fence, with blackness behind the fence. We see a chair sitting there, empty. Then we see an Easter bunny come into the shot. It’s a real bunny, and it is white with black spots. We see it move off out of the shot. We then see Rex Caliber come into the shot, and sit down. He is wearing a black hooded sweatshirt. The hood is over his head. He is still adjusting to being back in the Carolina’s.)

REX: Harvester of Sorrow...

(Rex looks down at the floor)

REX: The Miami Muffdiver...

(Rex continues to look down.)

REX:One Man Crime Spree...

Time is ticking down. No way to stop it. Today is Easter Sunday. That bunny looked to be exhausted as children have chased him and his kind all damn day. They chase him because he is the symbol of this day. The day when the Lord rose and proved to the world that he was who he said he was.

I’m not a God. I’ll leave that for Bruno to use as a way to further cement this story of insanity. But this Tuesday I prove to everyone that I am, who I claim to be. The BEST!

Now Bruno, he claims I know nothing of hatred. He says I know nothing of what he goes through. I don’t live a lie, Bruno. I’m not pissed off twenty four seven. I am a guy who does however gets to his boiling point very quickly. Bruno man... you can say everything you want to say... but the fact of the matter is, you will not risk life and limb for that belt. I question your heart, your will to win. You don’t have passion you say... then you are in the wrong (BLEEP)ing business. This business is built on passion.

(Rex looks up and looks to have not shaven the last few days.)

REX: I’m living a wonderful life, but everything isn’t perfect. I didn’t have a good date this weekend. That definitely could have been better. I missed a very well paying autograph signing and now... I OWE them. Shit happens, and I’m not going to piss and moan.

Miami Muff Diver? You get lost in Raleigh boy? You shoot your mouth off, and then you go quiet. Maybe I scared you off. Your ass might have watched my matches in NAPW or Steelside, or Shootfire Pro or my one time performance in TEAM, where I kicked Mr. Entertainment’s ass. I think you saw them. That got you second guessing your decision to wrestle in REBEL? Or was how I beat the decorated tag team specialist Kyle Roberts? Did you see how he couldn’t beat me, and it took one move to knock him out?

You need to just show up, so you can get paid and get pinned. That’s what happens to you. You get the smaller check, but it’s still main event money. Smile with your bloody mouth, and be happy... cause you will never see a main event in this company again. Your fifteen minutes of fame will end early at the five minute mark. Me and the boys have a bet going.

Can you wrestle your way out of one of these?

(Rex pulls out a brown paper bag.)

REX: I don’t think you can, but Dr. Tittylover has five bucks that says you might.

Bruno you should just give up. I’ve got you: hook, line and sinker. You are actually getting pissed at me. And you know what... get (BLEEP)ing angrier. You piss me off, and it focuses me...because everything I do to you, you deserve. You... even while trying to fake it, I’m really getting to you. You are actually showing real emotion, because I know the truth. I told the world what you are, and you respond by basically repeating me and directing it at me. Pathetic! You are going to get super pissed at me and what will happen? You’re going to go out make huge bone headed mistakes, because you ain’t in the right frame of mind.

Now come on and claim that: “I’m never right, I’m crazy... crazy man, I’m (BLEEP)ing nuts.” A real crazy man, never admits he is crazy. He let’s his actions speak louder. You go out of your way to sell this thing, but it’s wasting your time. I couldn’t (BLEEP)ing care less if you’re half retarded and shit on yourself all day... you get in that ring, I’m going to stretch you. Your going to tap, or get pinned, and it’s over.

You talk this bullshit about me being your wife? I’m not a scared bitch who leaves because she thinks you’re a monster. I’m the mother (BLEEP)er who is going to smack your bitch ass in the eye, hit you with Total Annihilation and leave the building as champ.

That’s me. That’s Rex Caliber.

I’m not Simply Beautiful, because no disrespect to him, but if you came into my house pulling that shit on my family, I’d shot your ass the next (BLEEP)ing day. I don’t (BLEEP) around. You pull that shit on me, I’D (BLEEP)ING CUT YOUR THROAT AFTER STICKING SIX BULLETS IN YOUR SKULL.

(Rex gathers himself.)

REX:That’s real. I can handle get attacked and maintain my senses. Not my family. So, no I’m not SB, and you shouldn’t be mad at him anyway. Your the dumbass who run your wife .

As to the fat guy who fell on you, well I’m going to go out of my way to erase that injury from your mind. I’m going to try to one up him, and break every bone in your face. You had potential to be a decent mid carder, and if you was to get a tag partner with a good back, he might could have carried your ass to gold.

I also need to correct you. If I go out there and break anyone’s neck... My fans will cheer, and be proud. They know you two aren’t worthy of the spot your are in. You go out there in a REBEL match, shit can happen. MackaBEE gets a broken neck, then they’ll make sure he gets to a hospital, after they see me win the belt. If you break your neck, I’m going to hear them cheer loudly as they know you deserve it.

But as much as you’d like this match to be about you feeding that anger problem, or as much as Mack would like to steal the crowd away from me... the fact remains:

You two aren’t bringing the crowd to that arena. They want to see ME, Rex Caliber, win the REBEL Championship. They want me to take my place as king of this promotion. It was the reason I was brought in, the reason they asked for me to come back, and the reason Rick Garrett signed me. I was the man who was hand picked to be the face of this company. You think REBEL, you think violence, awesome wrestling, and REX CALIBER.

I’ve been without gold for too damn long. My legacy isn’t stopping with what I’ve done before. I’m going to become champion, then stay champion a long, loooong time. You know why? I’m the Rexcellence of Rexecution. The Nexus One, the Man Who Saved Latin, the One Man Crimes Spree... that’s why!

You two are going to be part of my supreme crime scene. Broken bodies, bloody canvas, and a rabid crowd loving it all. I might bleed, I might bruise, but I will not break. You two don’t have the experience in these big time matches. Your main event cherries are being popped and your not going to enjoy it.

I am the next champion, I’ll win it by ANY MEAN NECESSARY, and you can bet your bank account on me not missing out on this...

GOLDEN OPPORTUNITY!

(Fade to black.)