A bussiness proposal for the rioters

Rey Rey walks to the ring without an entrance song

"I need to talk to one of the rioters, so can one of them come out here before I smash some heads."

Rey Rey waits in the ring for one of the rioters

Riot's theme song: Disturbed "Down with the Sickness" suddenly blares over the speakers. Smoke jets out covering the ramp. As the smoke clears, Hillbilly Gump & Jamal Fatz are seen standing on the entrance to the ramp.

Jamal raises his hand and snaps his fingers, and a mic comes flying out of nowhere. He catches it easily in his outstretched hand and slowly brings the mic to his mouth.

Fatz: What yo' want, dawg? An' be quick 'bout it. We don' got all day.

"I just wanted to ask something."

There's a short pause as if Rey Rey is thinking about something

"I wanted to ask if I could join the riots?"

Jamal lowers the mic for a minute, he glances over at Gump, and then swings his gaze around the arena. Finally, he centers his attention back on Rey Rey in the ring, and raises his mic again.

Fatz: Dawg, yo' can't jus' walk up here an' say yo' wants to join da Riot Invasion. Yo gots to prove dat yo' belong, yo' gots to believe!

Jamal pauses a minute as the crowd cheers its agreement. They always enjoy it when Jamal busts out his southern sing song preacher voice.

Fatz: Dawg, yo gots to prove dat yo' willin to fight for da cause! We all soldiers here in da cause of dis Invasion.

There is a mixed response from the crowd this time, as not everyone has been sold on the idea of this so called "Invasion."

Fatz: So lets here it, what do yo' gots to say to convince us dat yo' REALLY belong?

"Thats a tough one."

Rey Rey thinks for a while

"Well I think I belong because..."

Rey Rey stops and scratches his head

"I don't know."

Crowd:"Boo"

"Shut up I'm trying to think. Wait I got it. I can help you take down people that try to get in our way. Yeah thats right, I got connections with assasins. You just need to pick one, I know Jason and Carlos."

"Also I can help you with taking over UFW. You see i'm mad too. No offense but I've been here longer than you working my way up without them offering me a title match. Then you come and one of you gets a title match and a bar. And what do I get. Nothing. I'm tired of being treated like trash and I want to change someting about that."

Jamal stares at the tron that has just gone black, and then slowly shakes his head, and turns back to Rey Rey. He chuckles and raises the mic to his mouth again.

Fatz: Dawg, yo' gots Riot written all over yo'. I do ba'lieve dat yo've been a member of riot dis whole time. Yo gots da right attitude, an' a driven determinashun fo' change.

With that, Jamal raises his hand and snaps his fingers, and from somewhere in the front few rows a rolled up package is thrown into the ring, coming to rest at Rey Rey's feet.

Rey Rey bends down and picks up the package. He slowly unfolds it and holds it up, triumphantly displaying a black Riot t-shirt.