A roll of thunder… a crack of lighting off in the distance…


The cool air gets cooler, and the wind picks up, sweeping over the graveyard. A nearby owl flies from the tree it was in. Creatures that were nearby in the woods, trees, and grass, scurry away, as the clouds cover up the moon, making the poorly lit graveyard pitch black, save a light off in the distance at the funeral home. The fog thickens, and rises to Creeper’s knee. The big man doesn’t flinch though…eyes closed…

Footsteps…

Cold and calculating, Creeper just listens, wondering where his victim is.

He pictures his surrounding area, and knows where his shovel is. If he wants, he can pick it up, and turn, caving the King’s skull in as he approaches…

However, the footsteps he’s trying to place, are everywhere…

He cannot tell where Gojinn is!

J.R: We await Gojinn now.

King: His music’s playing here in the arena! Where is he?!

J.R: We haven’t picked him up on the live feed as of yet folks…



The games had begun.

Creeper wasn’t moving, but his mind was going. With closed eyes, trying to be calm, he was actually making it worse. Gojinn’s powers enabled him to create simple forms, that were completely unreal, and that only a select person or group of people could see. This mental manipulation was valuable. Staring at Creeper from no less than thirty yards away, he’d created a graveyard full of zombies. As they closed in on their prey, it was up to Creeper what to do. If they ate him, it would all be in Creepers head, but his mind… what little he had… would fry from the “pain”, and he would quite literally die. Gojinn liked that idea, but as Creeper awakened, and grasped his shovel, he snapped, and the zombies, hungry to snack on flesh, disappeared like sand in the wind…

Creeper pulled the shovel and eyed his victim. Gojinn grinned, and tossed his trench aside. Having had a few graveyard matches before, he was no rookie, and he knew what to do. He quickly dashed down a row of graves, trying quickly to lose the big man while he could. Creeper followed from his distance, just trying to keep his eye on the King, but suddenly, Gojinn disappeared. While Creeper looked around, Gojinn stayed ducked behind a tombstone. Creeper began walking in his direction, knowing he had to be close.

Sensing this creature closing in, Gojinn pushed against the tombstone, tipping it from the ground, and kicked up to his feet, grabbing at the chunks of it, as it smashed to pieces on the cold ground. He hauled a decent sized chunk up, and spun, whipping it at Creeper.

The large man easily moved from it’s trajectory, but as he watched it come down, mildly distracted, Gojinn ran in and hopped on another tombstone, leaping off to kick Creeper right in the chest!! He stumbles back, dropping his precious shovel…..