Crowded and noisy. The perfect bar for the two partners to go to lay low. Sure they pulled up in a limo, but they were also trying to be low-key and just celebrate. And why not? After all Deadblood had just defended the title at a huge CreatureMania. Once more, Deadblood had shown his dominance and defeated Kizmat this time. It was a brutal battle from what he'd looked up on his phone. Gojinn sat across the street in a window, the building abandoned, it wasn't hard to gain access. Finding them had been harder. He had tailed them from the arena but lost them for a spell. He didn't care. He'd used a gun to launch a tracker onto the limo they left in, and when that went dead, he rushed to the location. He saw yet another limo in the area as he arrived and he could sense them in the back. He smirked. At least they were consistent. Sirens blared and, not knowing what they were for, he peeled out on the motorcycle to a side street. He sped up it, watching out between breaks in the buildings to see the limo pass by.

Once he'd narrowed down the area they were in, he parked the bike off street in a dark and hidden alleyway, and removed his helmet, leaving it with the motorcycle. He adjusted the duffel bag on his shoulder and burshed his hair back, reaching over his shoulder and pulling a massive oversized hood over his head. He looked around and saw a door nearby. He stalked up to it and kicked it right off it's hinges, sending it flying into the empty room. Abandoned. Perfect.

Now, several floors up, he had watched Deadblood and his female friend step into the bar. The window was a perfect vantage point. He could wait and shoot him right in the face when he came waltzing out. Maybe he could even kill the girl, too. It would all be so easy. He could rig the entrance with explosives. He could bomb the bar. He could shoot poison laced darts from here. Hell, the room wasn't far up or far off - he could throw knives from here and dissect them just as easily. "You're not gonna do any of that. Just leave the gear by the bike, take a few things, and go inside like we know you're gonna." Gojinn sighed, still staring out the window. He turned to his mirror image, his manifested subconscious and smirked now, starting off for the exit again. "It's the most FUN option, after all." Gojinn walked out of the building, carrying the bag still, and set it down to quickly open it. He scanned the items contained within and decided on very little. He was already packing a few different goodies, so he simply pulled a mask from the bag.

"Why the mask? He knows you. You know HIM." Gojinn stood, lifting and throwing the bag onto a nearby high ledge on the side of the abandoned building. Safe keeping. Gojinn turned to his double. "I wanna play a game. Not do a job." Gojinn turned and headed form the alley. He couldn't wear the mask into the bar, but he also couldn't walk in with it off. The chance that someone - including Deadblood - could recognize him was too great a risk to the start of this plan. He had to be careful. He had a plan, though.

He waited for the street near him to clear a bit and slipped down the alley. In the darkness, with the huge black hood and robe he was wearing over his clothes, no one was seeing him, whatsoever. He made it to the back of the building, just in time for a stumbling drunk to smash through the back door. His eyes lit up bright. "Perfect." he mumbled with a smirk as he approached the drunken man and took the fresh beer bottle from his hand, and slammed him head first off the wall. He dropped, alive, but unconscious, and laid peacefully against the brickwork of the bar. Gojinn pulled the back door open telekinetically and stepped through. The mask he'd tucked into his pocket, he pulled out now, slipping it on under the hood in a single move. The hood hid it completely so it didn't matter much.



He made his way into the main bar past the restrooms. The place was packed, and though he did not look - he could sense Deadblood in the corner with his friend. Something was off, though. He felt... power coming from them. Something new that he hadn't yet felt around Deadblood to date. "This...", he though to himself, "...is going to be WAY more fun than I thought." Beneath the mask, Gojinn could not conceal his almost general giddiness for the moment about to happen. "Look, Sheri. I know that the last few days haven’t been easy. But think of it this way. They sent that thing. We beat it. We are sitting here now, having a drink and celebrating not one but two victories. I’d say that we came out on top here. I promised you that if you stuck with me that is where we would be headed, and damn it’s a fine view, wouldn’t you say?”

Gojinn watched the waitress walk from their table, having left their drinks behind. He saw a nearby table and made his way through the standing crowd towards it slowly, pretending to drink the beer as he walked in order to blend. He stopped nearby them, waiting to see what was going on. "Damn right, now drink up, because I’m about to order another round.” Gojinn thought about spiking the drinks for a moment, then stopped. He still wanted to attack them, to really fight, to really kill Deadblood. Instead, he took a seat at the nearby table, almost shaking with excitement. He'd never been this fueled with this much adrenaline before!!

"I know I wasn't the one expected to win that match tonight, but had that thing come after us before hand and had anyone witnessed the way we dealt with it, I'm pretty sure most people would have had higher expectations for me." Deadblood was certainly not talking about Gojinn. Something else had gotten in their way. Perhaps that was the delay from before, the reason for him losing the tracker. This might be less fun if they were really wore down. After all, he'd had a title match and now some kind of confrontation with someone. He shrugged, pretending to sip the beer again. A few people began looking at the loner at the table, especially since a few of them just saw the mask as he pretended to drink the beer. He tried his best to ignore him but it was only getting harder by the minute.

"On top of drinks and dinner, maybe you should also spring for the therapy I’m gonna likely need after all that. I’m gonna have nightmares, I just know it." Sheri had said to Deadblood. Gojinn saw the murmuring of people around him, girls giggling at his outfit. "If anything, this whole evening should make you not even bat an eye at anything else life could possibly throw at you." Thankfully he was still hidden from his two targets, but things were getting harder for him. The crowds in the bar were still there and growing, but the people that were talking about the masked and cloaked man. He couldn't stay disguised much longer. He was sure that DB and Sheri would notice the crowd around them gawking at a stranger. "You seem to attract more than your fair share of trouble I’d say, and here I am hanging out with you. Might as well just paint a fucking target on my back. Could be a good look for me."

He needed to make a move and now was the best time. "Never a dull moment, for sure." Gojinn smirked, no, it was never dull in this world. And CW made sure that it was always interesting. The contract may have brought him here, but it was CW that pulled DB from the shadows to the land of the living. It was CW that put him in the spotlight. And now Gojinn would put him right back where he belonged, in the ground. He stood up, shoving the beer aside. He pulled out a pen and a piece of paper with a smirk beneath his mask. It was time, and he was so incredibly excited for it all.

Making his way to the table, he pushed through the crowd and stopped in front of their table. Both seemed rather confused, which was beneficial for him right now. Confused was better than threatened. Being that - well, he didn't know for now - but he assumed they were human, still human in the case of Deadblood. He could sense that power though, it was unsettling. It wasn't anything DB had in past encounters. Sheri, too, had some sort of power within her, one that Gojinn was nervous about, but all too eager to see. He wanted a real challenge. He'd been standing there a few seconds before he outstretched the paper and pen towards Deadblood.

"Great match champ! I'm a huge fan! So happy you have the belt!! Mind if I get an autograph! I wanna stick it on my wall with the others I got over the years!" Gojinn hoped he'd bite on the request. He'd masked his voice for the conversation, although he himself hadn't been on TV in years, nor had he even seen Deadblood in longer. The autograph and voice were the only way he'd know what he could get away with. He hoped he would sign and then Gojinn could go his merry way. "Mr. Popularity, tonight.", chimed Sheri. Deadblood shot her a look as he reached for the paper and pen. He went to write and then raised his head. "Who do I make it out to then... guy?" Gojinn chuckled beneath the mask. "I'm sorry, I know it's weird. I'm a burn victim. I just hide to make people more comfortable. I prefer being out, even if I'm alone. Could you make it out to "The King", though? I'd really appreciate it!" Deadblood had lowered his head to start writing as Gojinn dropped the "burn victim" line. It was apparent he'd made the champion uncomfortable by the look on his face and Sheri's, as she too took a sip of her drink and avoided looking directly at him.

"You said... uh, King?" Gojinn smirked, this was so fun. "THE King, if you don't mind. My friends call me it. Online. Mostly." He bowed his head to sell the story better and watched with glee as DB signed it perfectly and handed it back. Sheri tried to smile at him as he took it back, pretending to be overwhelmed with emotion. He began to stammer and laugh, trying to speak to them both. Finally, he spit out "I'm buying! BARTENDER! WE NEED MORE DRINKS HERE!" Both of them exchanged looks and seemed to attempt to wave him down and stop him, as they had just had their drinks replaced. This, however, was the beginning of the best part.



Gojinn made his way to the bar and grabbed the fresh drinks. Sheri and Deadblood seemed suddenly uncomfortable at their private table, which made Gojinn want to keep the charade going just a little longer. He continued on with the drinks, but was rudely bumped into by a woman who paid no care or attention to him. He spilled both drinks on the black cloak. "BITCH!", he yelled furiously. Another man approached, shoving him back, almost over an entire table. Deadblood and Sheri almost moved to help, but decided to not intervene. Gojinn leaned back towards the man. "That's my girlfriend, asshole! Apologize!" Gojinn sighed. This was it, game over.

"You're a self-important bitch, which is why you walked directly into me. You made no attempt to go sideways past me, because YOU feel like you're somehow better. I'm ALSO sorry for what I'm about to do to your bitch of a boyfriend." Gojinn wasted no breathe or motion as he dropped the beer glass and Sheri's mixed drink. His hands were already reaching for the boyfriend, who had swung for him. He grabbed his wrist and outstretched his arm away from himself, using his free arm to drive a massive palm to his chest. Driving the air from his lungs, Gojinn released his arm and kicked him in the chest, sending him over himself over the table behind him and crashing to the floor. An apparent friend stepped in and swung, but Gojinn moved fast enough to lean just out of reach, quickly grabbed his arm over his own shoulder and WHIPPED him over with a huge takedown, THROUGH the table Gojinn had almost gone over.

He turned to Deadblood and dropped his head. The bar had gone silent.

"I... REALLY... wanted to drag this out some more. REALLY. But this bitch and her friends just ruined EVERYTHING!" Gojinn grunted, trying to wipe off the cloak, but it was soaked. The mask still worked though, so he swung the cloak off, throwing it onto the unconscious boyfriend, as several men huddled around, wondering whether or not to get involved. Gojinn stood tall, and immediately women and men alike were shrieking and fleeing the bar. Deadblood and Sheri were launched from their seats, at the defensive ready. Gojinn had brought along the katana, strapped to his back, always parallell to his spine, handle sticking out behind his head. His hands rested at his sides, finger cut gloves covering them. At either hip, gleaming silver Desert Eagle magnums. He had a combat knife on his right thigh, and other than that, he was solely wearing black. Shoes, sleeveless t-shirt, and pants.

"What the..." Gojinn crossed his arms. "I'm a little upset. Not only did you have a match, but something else came for you. That means you're a little more than tired. That means, SHE isn't exactly up to snuff, either." The bartender suddenly shot up from behind the bar, holding a pump shotgun. Gojinn turned his head only asthe shot rang out. He spun back towards the other two and dropped to one knee, holding his shoulder and screaming in pain! The bartender yelled for them to run, but Gojinn suddenly started laughing maniacally. The scatter from the shell was lying all around him and he stood, woundless. Sheri and Deadblood could see it already. Some sort of almost invisible energy, some sort of protective barrier. It was purely energy. Raw and pure. He eyed them and then turned his head to the terrified bartender. He extended one hand, lifting him from his feet. The eyes of the bartender almost exploded from his skull in pure terror. Gojinn couldn't see them a moment later when he telekinetically thrust him against the glass mirror display behind him and then waved his hand, throwing the man through the glass window out and into the street. The mirror shattered into millions of pieces, raining bottles down that shattered against the floor, creating even more of a mess. Deadblood and Sheri had been slowly moving towards the exit during the speech and the bartenders brave stand. They had frozen in place when Gojinn stood back up unharmed.

"I just want you to know, I'm here for two reasons. I'm only going to tell you one reason - a contract. Now, I'm not doing it for the money. I'm doing it so they'll leave me alone in my life. I wanted to disappear. They took something from me. I'll never get it back, but I can always disappear again for good once this is over." Gojinn started walking towards them with a quick pace. "Enough chit-chat Champ. It's time I take that belt off your hands and put you back in the ground where I thought I left you." Gojinn closed in quickly as Deadblood moved Sheri behind him towards the exit. Gojinn stopped and stood still.

"Oh hohohohooooo... THIS... is gonna be FUN!" Gojinn waved a hand towards them, lifting and throwing an entire table with ease at them. Sheri scrambled for the door as Deadblood dropped to the ground, watching the table barely miss him and explode through the huge window on the front of the bar. Gojinn leapt into action, grabbing DB by his throat with both hands and throwing him through the open hole, down onto the shards of glass. He waved his hand at Sheri as she tried to get through the nearby door to the street. Several discarded glasses and bottles from nearby, elevated and shot in her direction, exploding into thousands of shards. Several hit her and bounced off her clothing as she narrowly made it to the street, running for Deadblood to help him up as he began to stand. Gojinn stepped through the open window now, crunching his shoes in the glass at his feet. He stood and looked around. The street had basically emptied out at this point. Deadblood and Sheri stood there, looking at him now in shock. "Okay kids, make it interesting for me already. Let's play!"

Gojinn slid his right foot back, taking a defensive stance with both hands up, ready to fight.