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Michael Cole: Ladies and Gentlemen, we are live in the CW Headquarters, for a press conference from CWE Heavyweight Champion- King Gojinn. We understand it is urgent, and apparently somewhat important. We’re not sure what it’s about yet, but we hope to know soon.

The CW Headquarters are lit brightly. It’s 7 P.M., but the weather outside is terrible. The rain and thunderstorms that have plagued the area all day have darkened the sky, but the building seems to be a torch in the city, lighting up quite a distance. Fans from miles away had rushed when they found out the news, and many packed the streets outside to get a glimpse of the King.

A screech in the distance makes them turn their heads, and they see a metallic silver Honda CBR1000RR barreling down the road at them, right down the median. Police begin pushing back the crowds, as a figure atop the bike speeds forth towards the arena, a black trench whipping along behind him. The rain pours down, but doesn’t stop the man, as his helmet deflects shots of the rain away.

Grinning, he squeezes the hell out of the brake extremely early, and swings the bike, skidding along the wet surface, hydroplaning to a stop just at the entrance to the parking garage. He spins the bike around though, and speeds to the entrance of the building!!! The crowd scrambles and as they do, the bike explodes through the front glass doors, shattering the glass to pieces. The bike stops in the lobby, and the man steps off the bike.

Slowly, the man walks to the elevators, and as he does, the crowd screams, watching him remove his helmet and toss it to the building secretary. He shakes his hair loose, somewhat wet, but mostly screwed up from the helmet. He spins around in the elevator, pulling out the CWE Heavyweight Championship. He slings it over his shoulder, and who could it be other than Gojinn?

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Gojinn stepped into the CW Press Conference Room. The cameras began wildly snapping photos of him, as he set the Heavyweight Championship across the podium, facing the cameras and reporters. He stands stiff and tall, and looks out at the reporters.

Ladies and Gentlemen, my name is Gojinn. I am currently the CWE Heavyweight Champion. I’ve held the Undisputed Championship, and was the former Kreature of the Ring, prior to this recent tournament. I am a current member of the faction Degeneration X, and have been a member of the CW for a year as of June 18th, as well as several years in the now defunct CWE.

I called this press conference here tonight to discuss a serious matter. As a highly recognized figure of the CW, I would like to express my feelings regarding a fellow superstar, who’s gotten a bit popular in other aspects of this world.

You all, of course, know of the superstar I am referring to. His name is Alvar Creed. Currently, he is running for Senator of Nevada. Tonight, I want to stand here before you all and express my feelings about this situation.

You all know that Alvar and I are not exactly on the best of terms, in fact just before that disastrous attack that hurt him, he and I were in quite a fight, as he was involved with the Caput Mortem. I can’t express how much he and I will be conflicting when he returns to the ring, well, IF he returns to the ring. However, there is something else I need to say.

Alvar Creed is running for Senator. He and I aren’t friends. But in the end, I fully support his campaign.

The reporters begin to buzz wildly, snapping photos, shouting questions, screaming at the King, who has just shocked the world.

Alvar Creed intends to stop crime, using a plan he has cleverly dubbed “The Initiative”. I, for one, am glad someone took the “Initiative” to take killers off the streets! Murder is at an extremely high rate these days! Killers will be put to a stop finally!

Finally, killers will be set free on the streets to hunt each other down and kill one another! Children on the streets will be able to cheer for their favorite psychopaths as they watch the horrific bastards of this world get gutted and torn to pieces, or captured to be turned into hunters! Finally, we’ll live in a world where bloodshed will be witnessed and actually enjoyed! The world will bear witness to anarchy on the streets, but controlled anarchy! The government will finally have the world under their control, just as it should be!

People, on election day vote Alvar Creed! If I lived in Nevada, I sure as hell would!

People will be safer in a world patrolled not by out of shape fat cops, driving in cars all day, but by conscious-less scum of the world, finally showing some use to the world by brutally massacreing those men and women who would kill for pleasure only! Now these sicko's can get pleasure, and serve a purpose! PRoblems solved!

Alvar Creed for Senator! Thank you all!

King Gojinn grabbed his title and disappeared from the conference room like lightning, quickly diving for the elevator, and tossing a man out that had just stepped on. He stumbled into the reporters that quickly chased after, as the doors slid shut, they gave up their pursuit, and the conference truly was over.

Michael Cole: Well, strong……words from the CWE Heavyweight Champ here at CW Headquarters. We’ll try to get more behind the scenes comments onto the CW Website as soon as we can. Thank you for watching.

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Gojinn began to hysterically laugh inside the elevator. Most people wouldn’t understand what he was trying to do. In a sense, he was aiming to de-rail Creed’s election, but he knew the idiots of America would vote him anyway, being a CW Superstar, and entertainer. People tend to vote who they like, not who’s best for the job. However, most people would begin to hate him for his senseless idea.

Letting psychopaths run free was lunacy. Sooner or later they would escape the power of the chip, and when they did, they would retaliate, and strike down their oppressors.

Gojinn knew Creed would come for him one day. He too was a killer. It probably would be some time. Gojinn would be on high alert with his resurfacing. The King knew it would take time. Anyone with brains would wait for him to divert his attention elsewhere, and strike when he least expected an attack. That way, the people trying to capture him would stand some sort of chance.

Gojinn grinned, and stepped off the elevator, taking his helmet off the front desk, and slammed it on, jumping through the air, and landing on the bike, after a stunning one eighty flip.

He revs the engine of the bike after turning the key, and places his title in a small bag, quickly attaching the bag tightly to himself, before peeling out in the lobby, and turning the bike towards the broken entrance, which he speeds out of shouting through his open visor: Get Richard to pay for that, wherever the fuck he might be! With that, he slapped the visor down, and barreled down the street, tearing off into the darkened highway, and stormy night, driving home…