And they continued to wait.

King: "Is Deadblood even here himself tonight?"

Cole: "I'm beginning to believe he might not be!"

JBL: "He's the Absolute Undisputed championand the Undisputed Mortal Wrestling champion! He's a busy man! They need to work around his schedule!"

And then they waited some more, the crowd beginning to boo is disappointment and McKain whispered something in Gojinn's ear, causing the King to grin in amusement.

Obviously frustrated by the double champion's lack of appearance, Alexander finally asked, "Deadblood, would you please join us down here so we can get this underway!"

"I'm right here!" Deadblood's voice suddenly rang out throughout the arena, the crowd's boos turning into cheers as everyone looked around to see just where the champion was.

King: "I see him! He's in the crowd!"

Cole: "I see him too! Looks like he's here after all!"

JBL: "Now you can all shut up about him not being here tonight!"

Deadblood was indeed sitting among the crowd, not in a suit or in his ring gear, but instead just wearing a t-shirt and jeans, which had helped him blend in with the crowd until he was ready to speak. Sheri was noticeably not by his side, but there was no doubt in anyone's mind that she was somewhere nearby.


"Deadblood, would you mind coming down here to the ring?" Alexander then asked.

"Nuh-uh. Not happening," Deadblood said, standing up with his own microphone before he continued speaking. "If that contract-thieving bitch up there on the Creaturetron isn't coming out, then I'm not going anywhere near that stage or ring."

"You seem awfully paranoid there, Thunder," Gojinn chimed in.

"What can I say? Getting stabbed by an asshole like you and almost dying does that to a person," Deadblood shot back.

"Please, there is no need to bring up your past issues with my client," McKain then said. "This is about the contract and your two championship belts."

"Come out from whatever rock you two are hiding under and I'll introduce both of your skulls to my belts," Deadblood replied with, using his free hand to lift up his shirt to reveal the Undisputed title secured firmly around his waist before reaching down to pull the Mortal title out from underneath his seat and lifting it into the air.

"Are you deaf, Deadblood? We're! Not! There!" McKain shouted.

"Yeah, whatever," Deadblood quickly answered back with. "Since you two are too chickenshit to come out in the open, how about with get to what kind of stipulations your... uh... client there wants for his match against me?"

Still in the ring with Bebra, Alexander nodded in agreement.