The crowd cheered even louder at Alexander's announcement of a match for the brand-new title. All three men in the ring looked around at the crowd as they cheered, Alexander with a smirk on his face, Gunther with a look of slight worry on his face, and Deadblood, well, with that mask, it was pretty much impossible to tell what his exact reaction was. He did feel a jolt of excitement within him though, but not quite for the same reason that the crowd had become excited, nor was it for Alexander's reason of needing a distraction. Even the Absolute Undisputed Championship belt seemingly calling out to him wasn't his real reason.

Deadblood's reason was plain and simple: winning the title would provide him with an easier opportunity to carry out what he was really there for. What the company had sent him there for. And though the company might not exactly approve of his delay in fulfilling their contract, he personally saw no problem with it as long as the job was indeed carried out in the end.



Raising his own mic, Deadblood said, "Mr. Arcane . . . I accept." This drew another round of cheers from the crowd and he then looked over at Gunther before continuing. "What do you say, tutti fucking fruti? Are you man enough to face me in a match for this title your delusional mind already believes is yours or are you indeed only Justin Bieber?"

Those words grabbed Gunther's full attention as both Deadblood and Alexander looked at him, awaiting his response.