The lights go black...











The stage lights up, but no pyro explodes this time. The King simply walks out from behind the curtain slowly, deliberate in every step as he kept his head bowed. Wearing an oversize black zip up hoodie, black sweat pants and white sneakers, Gojinn stopped at the top of the ramp, lifting his head and removing the hood slowly to look around. The crowd popped in excitement, watching the legend slowly make his way to the ring, the arena lights dancing about in their many colors. A slight smirk cracks at the corner of his mouth as, midway down the ramp, his eyes meet those of Amile's. She burns a hole straight through him, her clear feelings beaming right past that painted on and botoxed smile.

The cameras pull out as Gojinn jumps onto the ring apron on one knee and swings himself up onto both feet, holding the top rope. He swings one leg through the ropes, pausing to eye Amile a moment more, before cautiously heading into the squared circle. Amile stands poiltely, continuing her charade and offering a hand for a shake. Gojinn scoffs and grins, instead opting to move alongside her couch and push it!! He moves it more towards the corner of the ring and looks up, signaling to someone in the rafters!!

From on high...

The throne descends!!!

It sets down in the other corner, and the King smiles wide, looking at a rather displeased interviewer, though she quickly laughed off the incident and sat down on her couch, looking over to Gojinn, as he raised a mic to his lips...

The music faded and the lights returned to normal, the fans exploding with excitement and laughter at the tension between the two!! Gojinn laughed himself, twirling the mic before stopping it and looking at Amile...

"Soooo...

YOU'RE offering an olive branch? Ah. I mean, it has been nearly a decade, right? Right. At least, since the time I slapped the taste out of your mouth. But, thanks for the offer. It's big of you." He lowers the mic, her smile widening. She nods, agreeing, as the fans boo. "Come on, now. Let her be. Alright, you dragged me out here and I have a huge match next. What do you want from me? What do you want me to say? What do you NEED them to hear, Amile? Ask those questions!" Gojinn lowers his mic, placing one hand on his knee as he leans towards her side of the ring, almost mocking her with the amount of attention he was giving her...