Posted at 3:39 am on Jan 17, 2007 by:
King Gojinn
The Rise of a Savior.
Gojinn sat there, glaring at his opposition. He knew what had to be done, and had prepared- hoping this would have happened. He grabbed his black business pants, and tore them off in a clean shot, leaving him in a pair of rolled up blue jeans. He pushed each leg down with his feet, and pulled gloves from his pockets, as Mortismere laughed at him. He stared at the ground, and finished putting his gloves on…
Mortismere: Going to try to fight me… “King”?
Gojinn grinned, which troubled everyone who could see this. He slowly lifted his head, a twisted, psychotic look on his face.
Fighting you… isn’t my goal… ahahaha….
Mortismere: Then what is it that you plan to do fool?!
The shocking bellow in his voice seemed to vibrate the ring, but even the fans felt it. The arena shook loose dust long since forgotten. Mortismere was no soul to be trifled with… and yet, here was Gojinn.
I PLAN TO KILL YOU!!!
Gojinn shot in, and past him, bouncing off the ropes, and coming back with a full head of steam!! He brought his arm back and swung it….
OR at least he thought he would. He lifted his head, and stared at Mortis, that psychotic grin still on his face. He could do the things he just imagined… but dying before the war began was not something he planned on doing. He simply cracked his neck, and set aside his title, handing it to Richard.
It wasn’t me. It was him. Do as you will with the belt… but I’m sending this fucker BACK to hell…
MM: You released me… and now you want me back there.
I tried to attack Alexander… not release you. What fun is it to torture you in physical form, when I can make you suffer in hell? Kill me- I’ll be waiting down there anyway…
Gojinn stepped closer, but kept his distance, and both hands ready to manipulate anything from the four elements to shooting a telekinetic wave at him… He had to be ready…
