And as he looked on something didn't quite smell right. He ducked through the ropes and jumped down to the floor and grabbed the 'referee' by the scruff of the neck. He narrowed his eyes as recognition flared in his brain. He picked the imposter up and shook him in the air.

"YOU! YOU ARE A CAPUT MORTEM! WHAT DID YOU DO WITH THE REAL REFEREE?"

His fangs were now bared and dangerously close to the caput mortem's neck. He shook him like a rag doll, the man stammered and pointed up the rampway.
Meanwhile, Charon had stirred and put her hand to her head, her hand came away covered in a thick red goo, she looked at it puzzled, since it certainly didn't look like her blood. She stuck a finger in her mouth - Salsa. Since when did blood taste like salsa?

Slightly dazed and somewhat confused she clumsily untangled herself from the snakelike wires as paramedics tried to tend to her, it was a few minutes before they realised she wasn't actually bleeding at all. The confused scenes at ringside slowly abated and all attention began to settle on Kizmat shaking the little man like a rag doll.

The Spanish announcers continued to rattle on in their native tongue without a table, officials had run down to ringside and were trying to persuade Kizmat to put down the 'referee'. Charon stumbled through the wreckage caused by her fall and finally reached where everyone else was shouting at Kizmat. She was really getting ticked off now.

"OI! YOU LOT! WHAT THE F*CK IS GOING ON?"

Kizmat half turned towards her still holding the scrawny man by the neck, he was now slightly blue.

"This imposter is a caput mortem, tell these morons to go and find a proper referee so we can finish this!"

Charon looked up at the man.

"If Kizmat doesn't strangle you sunshine, I will."

She reached up and slammed the man in the face with a hard punch splitting his lip. Charon yelled at the nearest official.

"Get this total f*ck up of a match sorted out and get a real ref out here or we'll both start tearing people's head's off and using them as bowling balls!"

Several minutes later a referee sprinted down to ringside looking slightly peeved, it seemed that the caput mortem had locked him in a storage closet. He then yelled at Charon and Kizmat.

"Right you two ugly b*stards, get in this ring now or I'll award the match to Little Bo Peep!!"

Kizmat dropped the caput mortem into the waiting hands of ringside security and rolled straight into the ring under the bottom rope. Charon on the other hand already exhausted and sore, strolled up the ringside steps and stepped through the middle rope. The referee took the mic and finally started the match up proper.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, please remain seated. This match has been ruled void up to this point and on the bell will re-start."

The bell rang and Charon went straight for a dropkick to Kizmat's gut, sending him sprawling backwards.....