“Say... what you will, about my having chosen a representative.” The tron lit up at the televised event. As the arena lights dimmed, a single light on the tron illuminated a figure walking towards the camera now. By the voice alone, though quiet and reserved at the moment, the fans knew the identity of the figure: Gojinn. A grinning face slowly stepped into the light to sit, his hands waving about himself a moment later, illuminating several flames around himself. The flickering of the candlelight kept the scene dark and mysterious, yet almost intimate with the audience and viewer at home. Kevin McKain stepped into the background, his hand holding his other wrist limply at his midsection as his client spoke. “Kevin McKain is one of the shrewdest businessmen I’ve know over the last ten or so years. He’s revived brands and crossed every person in this business that hired him. Why? They wanted the best out of him.”

Gojinn leaned back. “So many of you have asked me “Why?”, “Why hire him, Goj?”... well, isn’t it obvious?” McKain smirked, folding his arms, that cocky grin quickly spreading across his face as he spoke. “The BEST in the world, represented by ... the BEST in the business, people! C’mon! Let’s be honest, this man can do WHAT the hell he wants, WHEN he wants to do it. On occasion, this trait is beneficial, but it can get to be detrimental at times and we’ve both been at each others throats enough to know...” Gojinn cracked a smile, leaning back in his seat. “...We’ll do whatever it takes to be the best. I suppose that takes me to the end of CreatureMania.”

McKain smiled from ear to ear, reaching off screen with his left hand, his right clutching a cell phone, as always. He spun a steel chair in and stopped in front of himself, kicking the legs out and sitting down beside the King, unbuttoning his jacket to listen intently, seated just behind and over the shoulder of Gojinn, the candle light still barely illuminating them both. “Deadblood... Darkspade... I live for this business. I also live to destroy other people in my way. Time and again since I’ve come back and come for the championship titles, I’ve been cheated out of them at every turn. This company corrupts it’s every match, twisting every outcome to ultimately reward one man with the power he so desires.” McKain sits forward now, looking to the camera. “Alexander Arcane, we would like to speak to you in just a second, stay tuned.” Gojinn’s eyes wandered around the room as he spoke, more so focused on delivering a message to the ether rather than the camera and fans. His message was for the men in his life.

“Spade, Blood... do you know why I have the titles, and you don’t? Because in the end it doesn’t matter how much evil, dark energy you can harness... it’s not about relationships and shared bonds... it’s not about raw skill. It’s the smartest man that’s always the victor. I may have been left out of my rightful title shot... but I walked out of CreatureMania as the true champion of the company… of the people. So that said... I’d like to thank a single man for this.” McKain stood as the camera panned back again, McKain stepping and flipping the lights on as Gojinn stood and waved his hands, a wind ripping along and blowing the candles out. “This, Arcane, is your credit. YOU did this! How in the world did you not plan this YOURSELF?!” “For all everyone knows, I’m working with the both of you.” “I mean you put MY CLIENT at the top of the ramp, the zone between the ring and their escape from him and the arena, exactly where they have to get the title to... in order to win that particular title! YOU MADE HIM THE GUY THAT MADE THE CALL! You made the guy who openly criticized this company for botching the calls in his matches – officiate and award those titles to two other men?! Thank you! This is the single greatest thing you’ve ever done! Without realizing it you showed the entire world DEFINITEVLEY... that NO ONE CAN STAND UP TO MY KING! MY CLIENT! THE SUICIDAL DAREDEVIL HIMSELF – GOJINN!”

Gojinn huffs and flexes his muscles and gets very serious, gritting his teeth as he focuses in on the camera again. “And speaking of suicidal...

Red, are you begging for it, or what?! You REALLY think you’re ready to die this soon after coming back?! You could have let bygones be bygones! You could have been swigging rum and covering yourself in beautiful women like the old days, but instead you crawl back out of Hell, for what? TO FIGHT AGAIN?! SO I CAN KILL YOU AGAIN?! What do you want, Spyder? You want to revisit your prison!? Take another electric chair?! I’ll strap you down, shove a leather belt down your throat and throw the switch until your skin is charcoal black, you psychotic bastard! In his passionate speech the King had begun screaming practically. He had spit running from all corners of his mouth. Calming himself slowly, he took a deep breath and looked into the camera again.

“The name of the game is lockdown, eh? Fine. By the time you reach the exit with the key, you’ll just be a half dead corpse I’m dragging behind me. When I win, I’m going to drag you out and leave you right there. I’m going to drop your body on the ground and kick dirt on you and walk away. I’m going to leave you with just enough life to know I could have killed you again and again and again, just like always. I’m going to leave you there to fend for yourself against the rodents and birds and insects that will swarm your broken corpse. I’m going to leave you there for dead, in the hopes you survive – because while you walk around intimidating everyone else, you’ll know the truth finally:

I am the King. You’re dead inside.”

“Dead man walking.”

The feed cuts to static.