People will never understand, will they?
I saw the interview that took place shortly after Climax Control ended two weeks ago and I was enraged.
Why? All because this kid, this poor little bastard. believes that I and so many others get what they want and not him?
It infuriates me to no end!
A long time ago, I swore to myself that I would do things on my own terms and so far, that kind of promise has done wonders for me. The career that I've made for myself is absolutely incredible and I know that everything will turn out the way I want it to, not the way others want it to. But sometimes it takes a puissant like Damien Kingston to invade my privacy and ruin the fun for a while. What he did cannot be excused for and I swore revenge when I looked up at him from the top of that ramp at Climax Control. There's going to be hell to pay and I, for one, cannot wait to get my hands on that son of a bitch!
For the next two weeks, I infuse myself into my training back at my home, while the wounds on my body quickly heal at a rapid pace. I'm not just a master of my own fists or feet, but I'm also a master of weapons as well. A Kendo stick is grueling and punishing to feel, especially on the body. Wielding two of them in my hands, I pounded on a bodybag, using multiple strikes on them, all the while conjuring up an image of that sadist, Damien Kingston. He's going to find out exactly why it isn't a good idea to cross paths with a man like me. He needs to face the music and understand that things aren't in his favor at December 2 Dismember.
One Thursday night, I howled with rage I slapped the Kendo sticks hard through the bodybag, which created a gap as sand poured out of it. I imagined that sand dropping and turning it into Damien's blood, because his blood will pour from it. From his forehead, to his mouth, even to his neck and eyes. It matters not; he's going to be swollen from head to toe by the time I'm finished with that bastard! How dare he! How dare he strike me down at a moment of celebration and make his presence known to me and to the rest of the world! What a façade!
ARIEL: Honey?
The voice called out from above as the love of my life descended from the steps and into the gym. She watched me closely as I continued to stare down at the sand that continues to flow from the used-up bodybag. She also spotted blood coming down from the stick. I didn't realize it at the time, but I must have squeezed the one in my right hand so tightly that it caused a cut and made blood appear. She gasped, rushed down the last of the steps, grabbed a set of bandages and towels, then went to my side and made me drop the stick.
The stick was dropped to the ground with a loud clang. She moved the object to the side, then started working on my new injury, although it wasn't bothering me as much. I took my eyes off the bag and stared at her. This creature of beauty and wonder...
How was I able to get this lucky in my life?
ARIEL: Promise me one thing...
My eyes narrowed and met hers as she briefly stopped wrapping a towel around my bloody hand.
KAIN: What's that, sweetheart?
She didn't say anything at first as she looked down and finished wrapping up the towels and bandages, then stood up on her feet. She placed one fingernail under my chin and I was spellbound to her brown, beautiful eyes.
ARIEL:Promise me, my love...that you will end him.
In response, I got down to one knee and planted a kissed to the hand of my love, my queen, my everything. I looked at her eyes meaningfully.
KAIN: I promise. Damien Kingston will not live to fight another day. Ever again!
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Damien Kingston, YOU HAVE OFFICIALLY PISSED ME OFF!
Of all the asinine acts you had to commit in your infamous career, this one takes the cake. You, of all people, had to make sure that my back was turned while I was celebrating another easy victory against Casey Williams a few weeks back. The audience told me something was going on and I was unfortunately not ready for the oncoming onslaught as you whipped out that Kendo stick of yours and beat me down for a good while.
You wanted my attention? Now you have it.
For the last few weeks, I've been fuming with extreme rage over this attack, Damien. I could not, for the life of me, completely understand WHY would you want to put yourself in a situation that will ultimately spell disaster for you. It took me a long while before I found the answer to my question. And when that long, insane response of yours finally drove home into my brain, I couldn't help but even be more disgusted. This whole thing comes down to the fact that I've been handed more title shots, more opportunities than before, and you hate this fact that you've been overlooked time and again, because guys like me have put in the time, worked VERY HARD, and earned people's respect out of it.
Tell me, Damien, what exactly have you accomplished since your time? Beating Casey Williams, who is pretty much anyone's bitch around here? Give me a break! Even you said that it was an easy win for you to go after and thought it was no challenge. But you seem to forget something; you were scheduled to take on Nick Jones not too long ago, yet an "injury" happened, didn't it? Here's my question, exactly what injury did that turn out to be? Last I checked, NONE. The fact that you tucked your legs and ran away is mere proof that you aren't exactly who you claim yourself to be, Damien. Fact is, Damien, you're not a man. You're a complete chickenshit with no respect for anyone but for himself. You expect the entire world to just go on their knees and worship the cult of Damien Kingston without questioning the truth. That's not how real life works, Damien. Nothing in this world gets handed to you on a silver platter, BOY and after December 2 Dismember, nothing will ever for you again.
By the way, for the record, I was not completely unconsciousness after that beatdown you gave me. I looked at you, from the ring, and scowled with righteous fury as you smirked with confidence. But the way I see it now, Damien, you are nothing but an overconfident bastard. You think it's fun going around and attacking people for your own selfish reasons? It's not. And thanks to you, Damien, you handed me an easy victory. Now, I can probably feel your jaw dropping from the other side of the Earth, but you know it's true. You handed me the complete freedom to do anything I want with you. And that's on your head, Damien. That's on YOUR shoulders. Fact is, Damien, what you did wasn't exactly the greatest move in your worthless career. No, it was the worst mistake you've ever made...not just in your pitiful joke of a career, but your fragile, pathetic life as well!
I mean, look at you! Do you expect Mark Ward and Christian Underwood to drop everything at the dime of a hat and give you everything you wanted without you working for it? While I don't necessarily agree with everything Mark and Chris have done these days, I'm VERY confident they will least agree with me on that philosophy! When I came into the SCW for the very first time, sometime after Goth and his cronies treated me like shit, destroyed me, and left me for the wolves to feed on, I was ready. I was determined to succeed at any and all costs. Don't you dare think that for one second that just because I have a family of my own doesn't mean that I'm soft or I'm just going to stand there and act like a punching bag for every human wrestler that steps foot in the ring with me. If you think that's going to aid you in anyway, shape, or form, I suggest you drop the idea NOW! I don't take shit from anybody, Damien, and I give it EVERYTHING I HAVE WITHIN MYSELF TO GET THE JOB DONE. Do you understand that or do you not grasp that concept at all in that witless, idiotic brain of yours? Why do you think, Damien, that people, whether they love me or hate me, respect the hell out of me? It's because I make sure to take everything I'm given without a lot of whining and complaining to be had. Let's face it, asshole, that kind of hollering and yelling has no place around here. This is a man and woman's game, you either shut the hell up and play the deck that's been handed to you or stay silent like a witless worm and leave.
I suggest you think back to your own actions, right here, right now. What I saw was a coward that didn't want to give Pussy Willows the time of day to do a conducting, proper interview. You yelled at her, told her to fuck off, that no one has the right to have the things they get. Damien, that's pathetic. PATHETIC! I know you are dead wrong about one thing; not everyone wants everyone to win. You are a perfect example of this and I know that while it's great for one million kids, men, and women to love me and support me, the other million prefer to hate me. It comes with the territory! You, on the other hand, are downright hated by the masses and it easily shows! The way you smirk, the way you try to exude your confidence, and all that swearing must be helping in your conquest for gold eh! Tsh...please! To THINK that the way you do things would allow you the grace and dignity to be a champion, let alone the face of SCW...BITCH YOU HAVE A LONG WAY TO GO! And I absolutely stand by that statement, why? Simple, Damien; for all your talk and boasting, it does little to move your efforts for title shots, opportunities, and most importantly, respect. I'm surprised that your whore of a girl, Tristan, has the guts to stand by a shallow, egotistical, maniacal, self-deluded son of a bitch like you! Yes, you heard me - I called your girl A WHORE! Does that bother you in the slightest, you worthless son of a bitch? To know that you are around an uncreative, undeserving female that deserves every little thing in the world as you? I hope it does, Damien, because I want to see you be angered MORE AND MORE, because it will play directly right into my hands!
Do you honestly think that you will intimidate me by starting off your promo with a picture of you holding a Kendo stick with a t-shirt that says "Best Since Day One?" Are you freaking kidding me? Damien, understand something; I am not frightened by your visage, nor am I threatened or even shaking in my boots from every word you spewed towards my direction. Is this some kind of mind game you're trying to play? I'm a master of them all, Damien, and it has taken me to places you'll never go to in your fragile life! I've taken on giants and slew them all with ease! No matter what kind of situation I was placed during my time in the underground fighting circuit, whether it may be one man with a lot of weapons while I had no weapons to ten men with various weapons against me with a chosen weapon of my own, it mattered little. I decimated all of them, ONE BY ONE. You can do the training with your bitch of a wife all you want and try to top it off with a kiss to the lips to celebrate the dull occasion, but once you step into the ring, your words, your insults, your jabs will hinder my journey in destroying you, piece by piece. You gave me a Kendo stick to wield (which is once again, YOUR FAULT) and I'm a master of all forms of weapons. I know exactly what I plan on doing to you with that Kendo stick, so trust me when I tell you; your blood will be on my hands after the night is over!
I don't care what you are. I don't care what you represent because it matters little in my world, Damien. I refuse to sit by the sidelines and let you walk away with a small victory all those weeks ago. At December 2 Dismember, Damien, it's going to be you and me and nothing will be held back. You talk about using whatever you have at your disposal to get rid of me as fast as you can. That's not going to happen, you reject! You can try to dismantle and destroy me in any way you feel, but I'm going to get back up and I'm going to dish out the pain tenfold! I don't care if you are nothing I've ever faced before, because you are nothing but the same crap that I've had to take and throw into the dumpster time and again! That's HOW EASY you are making this match for me, Damien. You should have NOT pissed off the beast that was sleeping for a little while, but he's awake now and he's ready to tangle with someone that he considers to be the world's greatest thing since sliced bread. I suggest you pray to whatever god you have on your side, because even he or she will not aid you from the oncoming destruction that I have planned for you. I'm going to crush your bones in every part of your body, Damien. I'm going to hurt your throat deep enough to the point of where you'll never talk again. I'm going to break your spirits and force you to cower before me, THE TRUE KING OF KINGS, and make you worship and bow to me, calling me YOUR MASTER before I snuff the rest of your pathetic life out of you!
This isn't a game to me anymore, Damien. You may have fired the shot heard around the world, but the noise that I'm going to be making is one that will cause history to be made for the better. You hate me, Damien, because I am EVERYTHING YOU EVER WANTED TO BE. No joke. Don't worry though; every man that has stepped foot with me feels that way, because their insecurity and their arrogance gets in the way. That's how I see their true colors, Damien; I know that when they see me, even if they respect me, they don't like me as much or even hate me with the utmost intensity. And to be completely honest with you, Damien, I'm fine with that. In any case, you attacked me because you wanted yourself to have all the attention in the world, to send a message, to tell everyone that you are sick and tired of the way SCW and it's head-honchos are treating you.
I don't care. You made a decision that changed everything for you. You attacked me, Damien, and I'm on a road to revenge, which is clearly my ultimate goal for our first confrontation. There won't be any rematches, any doubts, but certainty and clarity. Certainty because of the fact that I was and always will be the better man that you could ever fathom to be. Clarity because you will now understand why a lot of wrestlers here had trouble with me in the first place. You are now handed a first-class seat to my tale of vengeance and rage and you are about to find out what exactly makes me one of the greatest, if not THE GREATEST, fighter to ever live. I'm a legend, Damien, and my future is continuing to shine brightly. You are about to see, first hand, that respect is earned, NOT GIVEN. You are about to see, first hand, that not everything turns out the way you want it to be. Most importantly, Damien, you are about to witness, for the first time, why I am the most complete fighter in the world. I care not for your pitiful tirade, your foul language, or the sordid air of madness you carry around you and that abysmal world of yours. All I care about is revenge and I will have it, one way or another.
And you were never a true king to begin with. You're merely a subject in the court that stepped out of line in my kingdom and I'm going to hang you out to dry in the sun until you perish. This isn't a warning, this isn't a threat - BUT A PROMISE, BITCH!
For I am Kain...THE KING OF KINGS! And I...HAVE SPOKEN!
