Alexander watched anxiously on the monitor within the hospital room wherein Darkspade and Reverend Jones were still quarreling over the Absolute title and it's insane properties narrowing psychotic resonance.

With a glee in his eyes, Alexander approached the door to the room and with a slight wave of his hand across the security pad- did the room's door swing open- an aura of death germinated from the corridor outside-- but that did not stop Alexander from proceeding out from the room and down the corridor with the remaining officers that he had employed for protection. The camera angle then cross fades to that of Deadblood now exiting from an elevator deep down in the depths of this mega-complex which lie down beneath the CW Headquarters-- Deadblood emerged to the training facility that he was with Sheri not so long ago- but this time there were no wrestlers training on the test squared circles.... It was ominous and quiet-- indeed, even, too quiet and disheartening for Deadblood that he did not see Alexander Arcane show up when he wished it... it felt out of place and in need of something that required a bit of chaos and destruction- which was unlike Alexander.... could this be the right place? or... this was premeditated.... a trap?

The view then takes that of the perspective of Deadblood in a first person- and he tries to scan where Alexander is at... however he could not see where he was at.... but then from the corner of Deadblood's eye-- in the distance was Alexander Arcane poking out from behind a large bullet proof window from up high in a balcony...

With that, Alexander smiled devilishly with all of the ideas coursing through his head with what he wanted to do to Deadblood.

Alexander already determined that Dead wasn't going to go down so easily.... and with another smile, Alexander looked towards a large door which was underneath his bullet-proof balcony and who so would emerge was a face not seen since the defunct Mortal Wrestling venue that was placed up several years back.... the man was a rather large Japanese warrior... with a stone mask of death on his face....

A ref appears behind Shi and enters the ring for an unusual match... at that point, Shi Dorsu​jun Ku cracks his knuckles and enters the ring... he was clearly a Mortal man... a rather large and destructive man at that....