The green lights hit and the arena pops to their feet! A lone spotlight hits the stage as the man himself, Kevin McKain, once more returns to the CW fans. Grinning ear to ear, he removes his shades, tucking them into the pocket on his suit, as he walked with a swagger to the ring, holding a microphone in his free hand. That cocky grin didn't cease to fade as he ascended the steel stairs and stepped through the ring ropes. The fans cheered wildly as he slowly stepped into the center of the squared circle to address the world...



Cole: Kevin McKain obviously here for a reason tonight.

JBL: No kiddin'?

King: I'm sure this is bad news for the champ!

Cole: I'm sure you're right, King. Huge controversial finish to our main event title match.

JBL: You mean Gojinn got screwed!

Cole: I didn't say that, John. There were no rules to the match.

JBL: Of course there are rules! Gentlemen's rules! A code of honor!

King: Are they even men?



"Ladies and gentlemen of the CW Universe..." His voice trailed off, a half grin cocked to the side forming as the fans exploded with energy yet again. He moved the mic back to his mouth as they slowly gathered themselves. "Ladies and gentlemen, if you don't know who I am - I am Kevin McKain. Former ECF DP... Well, former a lot of things in the wrestling industry, folks. But what I am NOW - is the agent of the King of the wrestling world! The BEST in the world! Ladies and gentlemen, of course I'm referring to Gojinn!!!" The crowd exploded yet again, that grin however, faded quickly, even though the crowd was more than receptive.

"But I'm not happy, tonight, folks. No. No, I'm extremely PISSED OFF. You see, tonight should be a celebration! The King of the World - he should be standing before you, championships slung over either shoulder, a smile ear to ear. You should be chanting his name and celebrating and joining in something amazing!" His voice again trails off, as he lowers his head for a moment, before raising it and the mic to his mouth...

"But YOU were robbed! All of you! The money you paid for tickets, the at home cost of the PPV itself, all the time you devoted to worshiping your King and pressing for him to win that match... GONE." McKain paced around the ring now, focusing on the mat as he spoke. "My client was moments away from winning that match. Deadblood was just that - DEAD... and that bastard Darkspade..." His eyes locked on the camera, a smirk coming over his face, yet again. "You all know that coward, right? Didn't get his match? Cried like a girl? Interfered to steal the belts himself and STILL didn't win? Yeah, HIM. SPADE! Gojinn wants you to know your days are numbered - in CW - and ON EARTH."

McKain paced more, loosening his tie and his shirts top button... "Deadblood, you could never beat Gojinn in this life or any other! Your victory, your reign from this day forth is a farce and a mockery of this industry! If you have ANY balls that Sheri isn't holding onto for you - you'll grant my client his one DEMAND:...." McKain smirks, locking eyes with the camera lens. "A REMATCH! FOR YOUR UNDISPUTED CHAMPIONSHIPS!"


Cole: Oh man! What a challenge!

JBL: GOOD! Deadblood owes it to him!

King: For what?!

JBL: For screwing him over!


McKain backed off the ropes, looking around at a captivated and energetic audience, yet again popping for the idea of this war! McKain pointed out at fans all over, asking if they wanted it, a huge roar elicited every time. "It's what THEY want, it's what the BEST wants... so Deadblood, isn't this what YOU want? To BEAT the man!? THE man! The biggest of the big! CAN YOU?!"

McKain spiked the mic, spinning around in the ring and taking in the excitement from the fans as his music hit again...