The lights suddenly dimmed again, silencing both Alexander and Gunther as they waited to see what was going to happen now, though if someone else was about to come out, it wasn't likely to be anyone worse than Gunther . . . was it?

That would perhaps depend on what you thought of as being 'worse', for what happened next was unexpected, as music began to play that was unfamiliar to both the fans and the men in the ring, but the tron video that accompanied it showed a man who the crowd instantly recognized.



The crowd cheered loudly as the lights returned, accompanied by red lights flashing around the arena, revealing the masked man standing on the stage, staring down at the ring, in particular, at one of the men standing inside the ring: Alexander.

King: "It's . . . it's . . . who is that, Cole?!"

Cole: "I've heard he goes by the name Deadblood now, but if I understand correctly, he used to wrestle here in CW in under the name of Blood Thunder!"

JBL: "Who?!"

Cole: "Blood Thunder? Former ECF Xtreme World Champion?"

King & JBL: "WHO?"

Cole: ". . ." *facepalms again*

Deadblood slowly but steadily approached the ring, sliding in underneath the bottom rope and hopping to his feet. He stared at Gunther for a moment, his mask hiding his mouth, making it difficult to tell exactly what kind of mood he was in. As the lights returned fully to normal and his music stopped, he gave Gunther a wide berth while stepping towards the other side of the ring, closer to Alexander, as if afraid that he might catch something from Gunther and his mullet. Gunther was not amused by this tactic however and followed Deadblood while doing the ding dong dance some more.

Deadblood was clearly even less amused though, Gunther quickly moving back to the other side of the ring as Deadblood reached for his katana in its sheath, only taking out about half of it before Gunther got away from him. Letting it then slide back into its sheath, he turned to face Alexander, glancing briefly at the Absolute Undisputed Championship belt before continuing to stare at Alexander. He then slowly reached into his outfit for something, causing Gunther to tense up again after being threatened with the katana, but this time, Deadblood simply took out a mic.

Unknown to Alexander, he was there to fulfill his contract from the company. It would be pretty easy to carry out too. He just needed to have the right moment to do so. This wasn't it, but hopefully it would lead there. Then there was that belt . . . despite really being there for non-wrestling related business, Deadblood felt a certain draw to that belt, to the magnificently designed plates attached to the strap itself. For that, he was glad he had come down, glad that he'd had a chance to see it up close.

Raising the mic, Deadblood then said, "It's been a long time since I've stood in this ring . . . but damn it feels good to be back in it!"

The crowd cheered again at this, but Gunther was quick to chime in, keeping his distance from Deadblood. "Awh senorita . . . are you here to look at my sexy belt?"

Deadblood snapped his head in Gunther's direction, staring at him before speaking again. "Your belt? Why are you even out here? Don't you have a disease to go catch or something?"

"Mmm . . . someone sounds jealous of this sexiness . . ."

Alexander, quite clearly having had enough of both men, interrupted with:

"ENOUGH!"