CreatureWrestling: The Official Darkside E-Fed Est. 1999

Posted at 1:14 am on Jul 22, 2006 by: King Gojinn

The King is Here.

The stage lights up, as the arena goes black. Undertaker turns to the stage, and backs up. Golden flame like explosions of sparks EXPLODE from the stage into the air, raining across it. The tron lights up, and the strobe lights around the stage flicker everywhere, blinding everyone, as the center of the stage moves, and a throne is raised up through it. Fans everywhere hold up signs like “Gojinn - One name. One legend.” And “The age of King Gojinn.”. He grinned, as the throne rotated around towards the ring. The oversized, red leather recliner looking beast stops, and there in the chair, wearing a golden trench was the King. The hooded sleeveless coat draped down as he stood, the hood covering his face down his mouth.

The Undertaker can see the evil grin underneath the hood, and it seems to overcome him as the King takes a step forward and a rain of golden sparks showers down behind him. He raises his arms, as the fans cheer for him. They’re glad to see the King back, and still alive. Gojinn doesn’t seem too pleased, as he pushes back his hood, and stares at the man in the ring. He heads for it, as smoke descends down the ramp at his feet. He hops onto the apron knee first, and swings himself the rest of the way up.

Undertaker stares, as the King steps inside the ring, and the lights return to normal. He pulls off the trench, and tosses it over the ropes.

It hangs over, as he pulls the Platinum mic out, making the crowd pop. He grins, and then looks back at the Undertaker.

Sigh Who….I….WHAT?!

I’m the FUCKING KING!!!

I don’t WANT or NEED your fucking help. In fact…I still don’t have a fucking clue who you are, and I don’t really care. You’re some old guy looking to kiss ass with the best so you don’t get BEAT.

Take your disgraceful ass, and leave my ring, or I’ll remove you MYSELF!

The fans pop, hearing the former Undisputed Champion scream in his face! He grinned as he tossed the platinum mic to a ringside assistant, and stepped back, waiting for a response.