*Arcane had a cocky grin on his face, obviously showing no respect for Gojinn. But before the CWE DP could utter a phrase, Alvar creed took it upon himself to talk to the “king”. Creed goes to speak, but pauses with a look of disgust at Gojinn.*

Creed: I really, REALLY, cannot figure out what makes you such an arrogant little cretin. Now, as for our exhibition, I’ve been thinking. As much as I’d love to show the world who is best in an honorable match, no fancy stipulations. BUT…I do not trust you, Gojinn. You do not fight fair; you do not respect this sport. So I suggest a no disqualification match, so if you pull any dirty trick, I could give one back to you.

Now listen Gojinn. I’m literally shocked you aren’t rotting in a prison as we speak, but I’m doing you a huge favor. I could get you locked up if I really tried, but I won’t. I will bring you to justice, by beating you into submission. It’s not even floating in my mind that you will bring me down, because I KNOW I’m better than you. You might as well say goodnight Gojinn, because it’s the end of the line for you.

*Creed glances at Arcane than stands chest to chest with Gojinn. He dropped the mic and whispered in Gojinn’s ear, so nobody else could hear what he would say*

Creed: I’m going to gut you like a fucking fish, you bastard. Bet your God forsaken LIFE on that!

*Creed backed away and walked out of the ring, he waved to the crowd as he marched down the tron. Then as he stepped into the darkness, concealed from the cameras and audience, he reached into his pocket. He opened a bottle and popped a pain killer in his mouth. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, and continued to walk…*