Kizmat didn't have to wait long at all before the lights dimmed.
Various red and white lights and lasers began to flash as Deadblood strolled out onto the stage, black mask on, katana on his back, and Absolute Undisputed Championship around his waist. He stood on the stage for a moment, staring down at Kizmat, not in hesitation, but in surprise that someone had actually called him out. He had begun to wonder if he was going to have any opponent at Creaturemania.
Heading towards the ring, several fireworks going off behind him on the stage and ramp, Deadblood climbed into the ring over the middle rope, grabbing a mic from ringside as the music stopped and lights returned to normal. Kizmat pointed at the title around Deadblood's waist, which he looked down at before looking back up at Kizmat, his mask hiding any expression he might have had on his face.
Raising his mic, Deadblood then said,
"You see, Kizmat, I have no issue with your challenge, because I know I'll have no issue with kicking your ass ALLLLLLLLLL over this ring! But I do have one issue and that is . . . who the fuck do you think you are?!"
Kizmat started to answer, but Deadblood was quick to cut him off with,
"Don't bother to actually answer that. I know who you are. Kizmat! The Lord of Blood! Leader of Bloodsyn! And look, you've even got your own title belt! You should be happy! I mean, it's not as nice or new as mine, but for a third-rate MegaStar like yourself, it fits perfectly!"
"Third-rate?!" Kizmat questioned, stepping closer to Deadblood.
"You unworthy piece of shit! If you can find the balls to actually accept my challenge and put your title on the line at Creaturemania, I'll make sure your return to wrestling is the shortest lived return ever!"
"Oh I accept," Deadblood quickly fired back.
"But if I'm putting my title on the line, what are you willing to put on the line?"
