The arena suddenly grew entirely too restless and began showering actual “Boo’s” on the stage!! Kevin McKain slowly made his way out now, fully dressed to impress in a sharp white suit and dress shoes to match, white sport shades to match on his face. He seemed to dance his way to the top of the ramp alongside his client, Gojinn. He threw his arms in the air and the CreatureTron exploded in a flurry of pyrotechnic sparks that rained in every direction for a quick few seconds. He smirked wildly, a seemingly fuming King beside him. He raised his hands up and removed his shades, looking down to the ring and then backing up a step with a smile in “awe” at the sight of Red Spyder in the ring. Laughing, he puts his hands on his chest as he stands upright; almost mocking his presence as he slowly moves his hands to his pocket to produce himself a microphone.



The fans seem to calm slowly now, as the fanfare and hammy performance are buying them a bit. Gojinn holds his ground, Red still in the ring and watching the show – surely not thrilled by the events. As the fans finally quieted down on this momentous night, McKain finally raises the microphone to his mouth...



“Ladies and gentlemen,” McKain paused for annoying and dramatic affect... “As I’m sure we’re all keenly aware – but I’m going to remind you of anyway - my name is KEVIN…. MCKAINNN..... and I represent the Legendary superstar to my left – he is the KING of Creature Wrestling – GOOOOOOOOOJINNNNNN!!!!!” The crowd erupted into cheers as McKain smiled sheepishly, taking in all the love. “It’s been a long time, Spyder.” Gojinn seemed to calm down and relax now, crossing his arms on his chest as he stared to the ring. “My client here is actually ecstatic you came back. Quite frankly, we’re sick of all these little chicken shit superstars running around and cheating the rightful Champion out his title wins again and again, so we’ve resolved to just decimating the roster from the ground up until they burn themselves out arguing over who gets to sacrifice themselves to the King.” He smirked, twirling the microphone about, awaiting the mixed crowd reaction. “And clearly you’re ready to step up and die for us, not to infringe on that psychopath Kizmat, so my client has instructed me to tell you the following…..”

“YOU’RE ON YOU SONNUVABITCH!!!!”

Gojinn popped around, cracking his knuckles and gritting his teeth, almost a smirk forming at the corner of his mouth as his eyes locked hard on Red. The crowd roars and stands on its feet. Red seems almost pleased!

“But not tonight, obviously.” The crowd immediately booed the duo hard, prompting a look of displeasure form Gojinn, who looked around the arena. “Boo all you want losers, the fact is my client is booked as a special referee only tonight, thanks to your favorite products inept owner!! My client is also not stupid enough to step into some trap you’ve laid out and we REFUSE to participate in a match until a full forensic investigation is done to figure out what the hell you just did in the ring. Maybe we’ll get screwed out of this match and you’ll be charged with murder and a whole other story will unfold. Who knows? That’s on you, but in the meantime, my client has also – against all my objections – decided that because he knows he’s going to absolutely slaughter you whenever we DO see some match.....” He paused and looked at Gojinn, lowering the mic again and tilting his head as if to plead once more. The King glared at McKain and snorted, turning and walking back towards the curtain a bit before stopping to look over his shoulder for Red’s reaction. “Fine. He says you get to name the stipulation for the match, Red. So psycho, what’ll be your final match, EVER?!”