The curtains fly open, and Gojinn slowly steps out on stage!!! Wearing a black sleeveless trench, a new DX shirt, black baggy pants, and his white shoes- he slowly makes his way to the top of the ramp. Staring at the ring, you could see a bandage on his forehead, and one on his left arm beneath his elbow pad. He stretched his right arm out, and then began down the ramp, looking to be in a lot of pain, as he threw up his right arm, and slowly raised his left one, trying to make an “X”- but found too much pain, and winced, collapsing against the ring apron.

He wearily made his way up the steps, holding onto the ring post, as he climbed into the ring through the middle ropes. His face lit up, as he took the center of the ring, green, blue, red, and black lights flashing for him. He lifted his left arm up diagonally, determined to do this next part, and then his right arm and crotch chopped at the fans, sending an explosive green “X” into the air, once, twice, three times, before he turned to the lovely Lillian, who introduced him.

Lillian Garcia: Introducing first, the King of CW, from Springfield, Massachusetts, weighing in at 260 pounds, he is one half of D-Generation-X….. GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOJJJJJJJJJJJJJIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNN….


Grinning, Gojinn took the mic from Lillian, turning to the camera…

Listen to me right now CW…

I’ve done it all, time and again.

I’ve killed Creed.

I demolished that bastard Kizmat.

Mortismere!!!! DARKSPADE!!!! YOU BASTARDS WILL NEVER KILL ME!!! NO ONE WILL!!!

He turns, and shifts his arms back so his trench falls off. He kicks it from the ring, and reaches up to the collar of his shirt with his right hand, tearing it right off his body in one solid tug. It fell to the mat, revealing several stitched wounds on his chest and a thick bandage around his abdomen, clearly supporting his ribs. He raised the mic again.

Look! LOOK AT ME!!! I shouldn’t be alive by all accounts after CreatureMania 6!!!! But here I am… on the edge… and I’m making a match right now. ANYONE- who thinks they can take me out in a submission match has their shot right now!!! TAKE ME ON!!! RIGHT NOW!!!!

He spikes the microphone, forcing it to explode into pieces, as he kicked the ripped shirt from the ring, and began pacing about, limping somewhat in agony…