"It feels . . ." Deadblood began, searching for the right words. ". . . better than I could have ever imagined."

It was true. That championship, the first undisputed championship he'd ever held in his career, definitely had something to it like no other championship or anything else for that matter had ever had to it. The Absolute Undisputed Championship was very much so a one of a kind title belt and it had nothing to do with its prestigious design or that it was associated with the top company of the sport.

"You see, Alex," Deadblood continued as they moved through the lobby of CW Headquarters, "when I returned to this company . . . I had no plans of going after any championship. So perhaps it's fate that caused me to return when I did, because having this championship just feels . . . right. As if this title was made for me."



Reaching a bank of elevators, Alexander pressed the call button. Behind them, more NSA members were being hauled out. Deadblood hadn't been around in CW during the NSA era, but from what he knew about that whole situation, he was pretty sure that it was for the best that he hadn't been there.

"I certainly never expected to be in this building, especially like this. But here I am- . . . here we are, and no one in this world can stop us."

Of course, Deadblood's true reason for being back in CW was still on his mind. It had never left his mind and had been on the front of his mind almost constantly since returning. Soon, he would fulfill the contract he'd been given by the company. Soon, it would all be over, despite the urges he felt with the Absolute Undisputed Championship in his possession.