The stage swirled into pitch darkness, every light swallowed by the sustained plans of one vampire monster. The men that played his theme, the ones who signaled his smoke, all received messages. Maybe it was the blood script, or the precise names written, but something told them not to differentiate from the plans indicated. This was not to be mucked. The sound technician felt the form slip past him and the device over his shoulder, taking it gingerly, he opened the content and placed it on the audio receiver pressing play.
The stage pulsed like a dim English gas light dipped in red hue. As the moorish fog cold and gray swirled in, a figure began a slow stalk. The creaturetron flashed images of splattered blood along with black and white or faded aged photographs of murder. The astute would recognize a century of crime turning before them, perhaps even identify some of the mutilated the unfortunates. The dim would simply gaze in awe or turn away in revulsion. Motorhead's Red Raw poured from the PA as the Ripper took his form wearing his traditional killer's garb. The Beaver pelt top hat, a long Victorian styled coat sleeves stained with human blood, The also stained red starch collar shirt, brown leather pants, black doctor's bag and a cane that bore the silver wolf.
More reserved than usual, the Ripper walked to the steps and moved inside the ring taking a moment to remove his formal hat. Calm as nitro gycerin corked in a glass bottle, he reflected on his cane and bag before setting them down. Then upon his standing the coat slid to his arm and he removed it securing it to an anonymous mansion familiar.
Now prepared for the match, the Ripper leaned low against his corner and the camera caught his wild yellow eyes waiting like the hunter inside of a orbital skeletal cave. His untamed brown mane dangled over his skeletal death mask, a device made of human bone stitched with leather and sinew, the signature garb in which defined the monster. It was fitting that Gojinn had insulted him. Now he could do everything he wanted in front of everyone, and prove his point. It had been too long since he terrorized a ring of any kind. It was that reason the Liston Edge Society would leave him be for the time being. At this point Jed and Ed would be releasing those names on those letters, and get back to the task at hand. Yes, this is how a champion behaved.