Moebius could feel the tension in the arena and he knew where Alex was going with this, the truth was, unless he chose to be evil, he couldn't be and Mortismere was nothing more than a crossdressing weirdo with a dangerous and dark talent.

Moebius continued to stare levelly at Alex.

"Mr Arcane, I really do think it inappropriate to be discussing your private allegiances in front of the camera's and therefore most of the civilised World."

Moebius gestured around the arena, Alex seemed to have forgotten where he was for a moment.

"I am very aware of my background and I am both Augustus and Moebius. I hope that clears things up."

Moebius rose to his full human height of 8 feet and planted his hands on the table.

"As Chairman, I feel that it would be in poor taste to ally myself with either Mortismere, Kizmat or the Death family. I wish to remain neutral so the affairs of the wrestlers can be treated fairly. However, should you wish to pursue the matter further, you can do so through my lawyers - Messr's Dewey, Screwem and Howe. Beleive me, there are things much more evil than Mortismere in this world and honestly....Lawyers are the worst."

He refused to break eye contact with Alex, he would not back down just because Alex was trying to mess with his head in public.