Posted at 6:36 am on Mar 13, 2016 by:
Deadblood (Undisputed Mortal Wrestling Champion)
We might be in a different place, but I still want what's mine.
Immediately after Deadblood emerged from the portal, he wondered if entering at all had been a mistake on his part. He still wanted the Absolute title back in his possession, but he didn't know where he was. In the distance was a large structure, a castle. He didn't see Charon or Markus nearby. He knew they couldn't be far.
"I want my title, dammit!" he said as he drew his katana, ready to send some heads rolling until he got what he wanted.
Hearing footsteps behind him, he spun around, ready to swing. It was Darkspade and Kizmat, Alexander in tow. It was tempting to swing anyway, starting with Alex's head. It was Alex's games that got him in that situation to begin with. He instead lowered the blade, though not sheathing it, just in case.
"I appreciate you following me here to help get my title back, but it's unnecessary," DB said, pointing behind them where the portal had just closed. "Go on. Go back home. Because the way I see it? If the Absolute Undisputed Championship hadn't left my possession to begin with, we wouldn't be here now! So unless you have anything else to say, please leave and let a professional handle this situation. When I return, I might even let the two of you have another shot at my titles! Not in a match booked by the jackass on your shoulder though."
Deadblood waited for them to leave. If they refused, he wouldn't hesitate to start fighting with them again. Whether they liked it or not, he wasn't leaving there himself until the Absolute title was safely and securely around his waist.
