***Red smoke filled the arena as Chane looked around a bit confused..."

"And who in the hell is this?"
Chane spoke into the mic,

RED FIERY EXPLOSIONS SHOT FROM THE CREATURETRON



***Chane's eyes tightened as Atrum Pars and Professio made their ways to the ring, he could smell them from a mile away.***

"Well anything that looks as fucked up as you two should fit right in on CW"
Chane said with a dismayed look on his face,

"Worry not rich boy, I fight for free, I want your friend, and friend of yours I want only..."
Atrum spoke in his Latin accent,

"Whatever you say freak..."
Chane spoke under his breath,

"Now go on and hit that button!!!"

***The screen started to flash through the logos, then finally slowed down on...
CW is MAD!!!***

***Atrum got in Chane's face.***

"You calling mad man of me!?!"

"Yesssss, mad man you call him?!?!"
Professio backed up his partner,

Chane covered his nose from the awful breath of Atrum,
"No...NO...you idiots, you'll be drafted to CW is MAD!!!"

***Atrum looked confused.***

"Where is Mortismere..."

"Just get the hell out of here! You're wasting my time and money"

***Angry, Atrum Pars and Proessio exited the arena.***