On the way home, Alex Grayson sat in the back seat of his limousine, his eyes closed. A week has passed since his brutal encounter with Lord Raab and while he lost, it didn't really bother him as much. But what did bother him is the fact that Sean Jackson stuck his nose into business that didn't belong. Of course, Alex will always take the high road and accept the blame that's placed squarely on his shoulders.

As a champion, he needs to show the initiative and take the world by storm. Unfortunately, that didn't happen. But that's fine. It was only one match. Too many battles he has participated in, but this not the easy start he was hoping for. The celebrations are over and it is time to get back into gear. If this is to be his moment, he must capture it with every fiber of his being and never let it go. Of course, that's easier said than done.

And it's going to get worse when Sean and Simon challenge him for the title.

Arriving up at the mansion in Detroit, Illinois, he got out of the limo and slammed the door behind him. His whole face changed like lights on the Christmas tree being turned on when two older kids burst out of the entry doorway of their home and he knelt down to their level to hug them closely. He felt their presence in their arms and is immediately reminded for why he is doing this in the first place. Alex Grayson is a strong man that's under a masked identity, but when it comes to his kids and wife, that's all stripped away to reveal a man that would be lost without them by his side.

And speaking of his wife, she strolled out the door, holding their youngest babies and smiling at him with pride. Yet her eyes were telling him a different story - she saw the pain first-hand when he lost to Lord Raab not too long ago. Hopefully, he'll be able to change the look in her eyes with the news. Standing up to his own two feet, the couple walk towards each other and kiss as the two oldest, Arthur and Rose, badgered their father on with questions.

He took the time to answer their questions, smiling and nodding. The limo driver brought over a couple of his suitcases. He turned to face the man and paid him with a tip, then bid him farewell as the limo driver entered the driver's seat and took the car back onto the road and departed shortly after.

So what's the news you have for us, baby?

He focused his attention on Lisa and smiled widely.

I think we should head out to the cruise, where the pay-per-view will be taking place. We can take the kids there and have a ton of fun. I'll be able to spend time with the kids and also deal with business I have with the company. It's going to be a fun time. We won't allow the kids to watch the show though. I have a good feeling it's going to get brutal and violent, especially with two monsters with something to prove and wanting the belt that I worked hard for to attain for myself at last.

Glancing at the afternoon sky, he saw the sun shining upon him and considered it to be a blessing. The two youngest kids are passed on to him and he holds them in his arms, laughing as he leads them into the inside of their mansion, closing the door behind him.  

* * *

My mane is Kain and I am the King Of Kings, your current World Heavyweight champion and I have a lot to get off my chest!

Going after Lord Raab is a job that's easier said than done, but then, why should I be surprised at what happened in the end? It's not the loss that bothers me too much. Eventually, I'll be running into Lord Raab full circle and settle the score with the man, so this is just a minor loss to deal with. But with a guy like Sean Jackson getting involved in the fracas? That's what bothers me and in the end, that's what also pisses me off in the end!

See, Sean, I'm not as stupid as you believe me to be. I KNEW that you going to do whatever it took to get back inside the ring with me in order to reclaim what you believe is your title. Why? Because let's face it, you are a man that's angry for literally NO REASON. None, whatsoever!

Time after time you've had to cheat your way to victory when it comes to retaining the belt that I'm now holding. You once told me that I had to live with all that I'm doing, right? Well, you pathetic, ignorant snake, it's your turn to live out the choices that unmade you, Sean. It's your turn to feel that bitter pain that, for a little while at least, controlled me for a bit. Unlike you, however, I simply used that as motivation and I never quit, Sean. I never surrendered myself to the darkness that claimed you and took the fight head-on and that's something you've always been scared of when it comes to me and my credibility, isn't it? Unlike you, I'm a man that can face his own affairs without the need of magic tricks and sick plans.

You, on the other hand, cannot thrive without those toys to aid you, Sean. Because of that, you're nothing but an average wrestler with a dim-witted mind. I'm sure that you already conjured up a plan in your head and will do your best to use it against Simon Jones and I, won't you? Of course you will, Sean, because it's what made you the so-called "legend" that people made you out to be. Here's the good news - I'm going to enjoy exposing that lie and once again truly revealing the fraud that you desperately try to hide from the public. I've done it once before and I'll happily do you the honor of destroying you yet again. You don't thank to me, of course, for performing a miracle and coming out unscathed, alive, and retaining the SCW Heavyweight championship belt once again.

A puppet? No. I'm nobody's puppet. I'm my own master and I get to decide, Sean, how I live and who I do serve. You've heard of that old-time story, haven't you? You know, the one where the Cherokee tells his grandson of the two wolves that are fighting each other? One side, Sean, represents the evil side of us that's within us all - anger, jealously, ego, inferiority, the whole nine yards. And then there's the good side, Sean, and that represents joy, love, peace, humility, kindness, and truth. When the kid asked his grandfather which side, he simply said...

"The one you feed."

That's a simple concept to embrace in life, isn't it? We, of course, know which side you fall on, Sean. You're mad at me. Anger fills up to the core and jealously for everything that I've accomplished in my life and for what I stand for. Don't you just hate the sight of me? Don't you get enraged every time I walk around backstage or traveling around the world, greeting the fans with high-fives and hand-shakes. Of course, I know what you're going to say, Sean. "Most people have been lying to you about what they really feel. They don't want you champion anymore. They want you to be back on the bottom of the food chain!"

Wrong.

Incorrect, Sean.

I've heard the people speak and they've come to embrace the new change that's stirring the air around here and I intend to keep it that way as much as possible. Don't worry, Sean, I'm going to get my revenge on the interference that you caused to get me to lose to a pathetic simpleton like Raab. Did you honestly hope that I would sit in the corner and cry over a loss like that? No, Sean, every loss that I've endured will only make me stronger. Besides, this is going to be the biggest battle of my life at this point. Why should I focus on the past when the present is constant? I think of you as a great threat, but one that can be defeated so easily if the focus and determination burns fiercely within the mind, Sean. I know that all things are possible through my intelligence and strength, two elements that you could never be my equal in or even outmatch me in.

So whatever plan you have going for me, Sean? It's not going to work. What's the matter, boy? Still hoping for your stunt double to reveal himself from the shadows and is willing to take another beating just so that you can hide and bide your time until it's appropriate enough to strike? We all know that trick already. What other thrills are you waiting to dazzle us with this time? The whole world is anxious to see if Sean Jackson can come back from the ashes and do what he "promised". I'm looking forward to discovering that answer myself, truth be told, but as usual, the end result will be the way I wanted, Sean, so don't you worry with that pretty little head of yours. By the time I'm finished with you, there won't be anything left of the career and legacy of the "Mental Rapist" for us to ponder any further.

So do me a favor, live with the gods that you pray you, ask them for a way out of this mess, because I only see one course of action for you - a great loss that will shatter you to the core.

Oh by the way.

You keep on mentioning Gabriel and how he handed me a gift.

No, he didn't. In fact, his involvement in our last confrontation had nothing to do with me. I look forward to watching him earn his vengeance. What he did to you was part of that plan and he legitimately got it. I'm not stupid though - I know that Gabriel is itching to get his title back, one that you robbed him from. And if you're going to blame me for that? Please don't. I took on the man and gave him everything I possibly could and then some. But thanks to you, of course, no official result was unearthed. Thus, you are responsible for the crimes you committed against him. Not me. I see him as both as a friend and a rival and I'll continue to see him that way, but neither of you will ever shake hands and call for peace. I don't expect either of you to do so anyway.

Gabriel has nothing to do with our conflict in the end. From this point on, Sean, it is in your best interest not to speak his name. It won't do you any good on the battlefield and it's also a waste of your breath and time. You have bigger, more important matters to be concerned with and I'm one of them. In fact, I'm your main priority, Sean. I'm the man that you should be thinking about day and night. I'm the man that you should be dreaming about and having nightmares about, because after what I did to you, I pretty much cost you everything. See? That's not so hard to do, isn't it? I took responsibility for committing a good deed and causing a chain of events to unfold from that last fight and the conclusion it wrought. And you hate me for that too, don't you?

Don't worry, Sean - you're going to hate me even more!

I'm going to revel from it. In other words, I'll be profiting from this fight every second, knowing that it will end in your untimely demise and ultimate destruction. One way or another, The King Of Kings will be sitting down on his throne yet again. And you? You're nothing but an opinionated jackass that thinks the whole world belongs to you on a silver platter. That's not how life works, Sean, and I'm going to enjoy unveiling that part of the truth once more. Feel my pain with my fists and feet, Sean, enjoy the bruises and broken bones that are just dying to be released so that you can may feel true pain. Of course, that's just physical pain - that's nothing to you, right?

What about wounded pride? That hurts you a lot now, doesn't it? I know it does. Believe me, I've been through that road before. Unlike you, I don't use low, conniving tactics or going around causing interference to heal the battered ego that rests within your soul. I overcome adversity and come out a stronger man than before. My whole family is proud of me for it and the fans that have stayed by my side love me more for it. Is YOUR family proud of you? No! What about the fans that you think you currently have in that back pocket? Gone, because I shattered that illusion  that you've been trying to keep up for public appearance alone. The illusion being is that you're omnipotent or all-too powerful.

You're neither.

You're simply...human. Just like me.

But of course, I can't be talking about you all day, because that would simply give me a headache. There's a third man involved in all this and what better way to come back into the light then with a match that could skyrocket him to the top of the world.

Not if I have anything to say about it.

Welcome back to SCW, Simon Jones and before I continue, I offer you my thanks for congratulating me for winning the title. But I digress. I'm not that stupid either.

Worming your way into the match, even if you haven't been around for...what, a year? I don't know if that's the greatest move you've ever made or the worst one in your career, but I'm betting for the latter. Fact is, a lot of things between around here have changed since you departed on your journey elsewhere. A lot of new cats entered the ring, while the old ones, such as myself, continue to put people around here on notice. With me being champion, Simon, I now must put you and Sean (unfortunately, yet again) in your place.

Now, I know. You're going to bring up the fact that you beat me ages ago. Quite frankly? That's all in the past, so I really don't care. I'd like to see you for what you are right here and now, see if all that time away from SCW really paid off.

This isn't just another battle, not another day at the office for you, Simon Jones. You and Sean belong in the same class in the sense that you both have something to prove. Me? The only thing that I have to prove is whether or not I can be successful in retaining the title and walking away with it without much of a problem. You, on the other hand, need to show everyone that you haven't lost a step and still have what it takes to do the job around here. So far, as of right now? Consider me unimpressed for the time being, Simon. You may have gotten the best of me before, but I have improved my game tenfold and continued to bring the fight to anyone that dares to set foot into my world.

All this time, Simon, I keep thinking that if I made a difference around here. Now that I'm champion, you're pretty much going to bombard me with questions, aren't you? "How in the world are you going to pull it off when the odds are stacked against you? Do you really have what it takes, especially since you were defeated by Raab recently?" And I answer boldly on both counts - YES! And that's not to steal a phrase from a certain wrestler, but it is the truth, Simon. I'm the one who is responsible for losing. Sean Jackson can do whatever he wants to get into my head, but in the end, what difference will that make, Simon? Will you follow suit and try to get into my mind with pointless questions and half-twisted truths as well? I'd like to see you try...

...and fail!

I know what's at stake at the pay-per-view - the SCW Heavyweight Championship. It's the one prize that all male superstars wish to have in their possession. The predictions from journalists, critics, even our own peers, came down the pipeline like wildfire and most of the fools already voted for either you or Sean to dispose of me quick. An unwise, foolish choice to make on their own behalf. That's part of the reason why I love this game too much - it gives me a chance to prove myself again and again, to silence the naysayers and keep their mouths shut. I don't really care what people have to say or think about me, because I'm the only man in the world whose voice is strongly heard and supported. In other words, I'm my own best friend and besides my wife and my children, along with my die-hard loyal fans, who else do I need to be a success on my own? Mark Ward or Christian? Let's face it, Simon, I'm the guy that has been driving merchandise sales and buyrates ever since I first started my quest and it's going to continue in the days, months, and years to come.

And why is that, Simon? It's not just because of my amazing intellect, that's just a perk that only I have. No, it's also about the amazing speed and devastating power that I wield and have constantly enriched day-by-day. So if you are somehow HOPING that last time will be repeated, think again. Nothing will ever be the same for you again and I assure you, I'm going to show you that it was a big mistake for you to waltz around and act like you own the place just because your first match was a championship match.

What you should have done, Simon Jones, was to wait your turn, rise up to the ranks, and then challenge me for the title. But no, you because impatient, didn't you? You weren't happy enough with starting at the bottom, so you had to quickly ascend yourself to the big leagues. Get a clue! When I will and do destroy you, Simon Jones, and settling the score in the process, what will you do then? Will you once again follow in Sean's footsteps and blame everyone else but YOURSELF for the loss or will you take it like a man and say "Hey, I tried for that belt, but I lost and I failed? I truly hope for the latter, because if you go for the former, you're going to sink as low as Sean Jackson is right now. And that would make my respect for you, which is currently high right now, drop pretty quickly Simon.

So do me a favor, man, take the beating like the man and learn the lesson that's been waiting for you since your return. And while you are at it, maybe, just maybe, shake my hand at the end of the duel and go "Kain, I was wrong. You deserve the title more than I do at this point in time."

In the meantime, boys, don't think for a second that I'm going to come at you with kid gloves for the entire match. I'm the only man that knows what's right for business around here and despite my recent loss, I'm not bothered by it in the slightest. Summer XXXtreme III is going to be the biggest test of my life. I've fought the both of you and I want to let you both know, straight up, that I'm NOT going to underestimate either one of you. Both of you have proven to be dangerous and cunning in your own ways and I have to match that with my own skills. I know of the danger and risks getting involved in the match like this. Hell, I don't even need to be PINNED to lose this match. Either one of you can pin the other and still win. But I won't allow it to happen. I won't let either one of you take away the dream that I've worked hard for and no amount of threats or intimidation is going to make me sit in a corner and just hand you the title easily like a little kid giving up his precious toy to a bully. That's NOT going to happen, Simon and Sean. Fact is, no amount of promises that you make to a friend or aspirations of being someone will help you get there either. I'm going to do exactly what I am more than capable of than anything else at Summer XXXtreme III and that's kick both of your asses and leave you both broken and crushed as I retain the belt and most importantly, STILL remain the SCW Heavyweight champion!

For I am Kain...

The King Of Kings!

And I...HAVE SPOKEN!!!!

 The man known as Alex Grayson to a few, but known as Kain to the rest of the world, got out of his red Mustang Corvette and slammed the door behind him. He took a moment to survey his surroundings for a second with a calm expression on his face, unable to show any emotion at the moment. Before him stood a towering, black gate that led into a cemetery that was filled with graves of loved ones that died either peacefully or tragically. In his case, his parents died under tragic circumstances and were laid to rest here. It's been awhile since he visited his parents's graves, but the life of a professional wrestler does not allow this luxury. On top of that, Alex is married to a beautiful woman and has four children with her, so they are considered a priority and he has to work extra hard to get to where he needs to go and get paid top dollar for his services in the business. However, even with all that in place, Alex had to take a day for himself. His children were too young to understand what he went through and he preferred them to be happy at the moment, enjoying their lives as kids. Only his wife could ever comprehend the pain and suffering he went through and understood completely as to why he had to undertake this journey alone. In fact, he did ask his wife if she was willing to take the kids to Disneyland for the week so that he can be alone and focus on the combat ahead. Of course, she promised him that she would be at his side when Climax Control aired and that's around the corner. Meanwhile, this visit to the grave could be his last visit for a long time, for the outcome that he has been desiring for since Into The Void IV will finally come to pass. Freedom? That's gone out of the window as soon as he achieves his dream and it will happen. But he has to set the present aside and focus on the past, if only for a short while.

As the rain starts to hammer down on his face, Alex quickly turns around and grabs a gray umbrella that was tucked neatly in the passenger seat. Then he faces the iron gates once more and unfolds the umbrella, raising it over his head. He did not dress casually for this moment, for the mood and tone of the atmosphere was somber. He chose to wear a black suit, with a white button-up shirt tucked beneath the jacket with a red tie hanging silently on the top. Black business pants graced his legs while black dress shoes and white Nike socks comforted his feet with its soft touch. He stared directly ahead at the gate, then slowly walked toward the cemetery. Using his left hand, he ordered the iron gates to swing open and they obeyed his silent command as they loudly opened and swung all the way back until they stopped moving altogether. He entered the cemetery and started walking on a path that would lead straight to the top. He kept his head straight down and his eyes locked firmly on the ground, trying to concentrate on his footsteps. He didn't want to revisit this moment in a long time, especially now, but it has to be done in order to cleanse the soul and do what's right for him. His parents would want him to not be distracted by matters such as these, ones that are close to the heart, so maybe that's why the visit is important here and now. Or maybe it's the fact that he's still grieving over his parents to this day. He wasn't sure, but he would understand the purpose very shortly. Getting to their graves would be the first step to enlightenment. The rest he would have to understand along the way.

Reaching the top of the cemetery, he reached his destination; two lone graves that sat quietly with his parents's names on them - Simon and Lara Grayson. As the rain continued to drop on a steady downpour, he glanced at the view behind him. It was a splendid look on the city of Detroit,  one that he would have normally enjoyed staring at, for it reminded him of the good times that he spent in his youth before the unfortunate slaughter began. Of course, it reminded him of the bad too - of how he grew up in a place without any family nearby and found salvation in the streets where he fought and in the gyms that he trained in. But that's the way of life for him back then - all he wanted to do was get stronger and to figure out a way if fighting is legitimate enough to make a living. He shook his head at that thought for a moment. He rose through the ranks as an underground fighter when he wasn't supposed to, but he ruled those territories with an iron fist. It wasn't that he was overconfident of his abilities, but confident enough to get the job done, no matter what the odds were when it was against Alex. He knew that there would be times when his body would get broken, beaten, and scarred, but sooner or later, he would rise up to the occasion and get the wins that he felt he deserved in the end. Now, no one in the underground fighting circuit dared to challenge him or even went after his woman, for they also knew how powerful and strong she was and perfectly capable of handling herself. After all, the beatings she gave? Considered to be legendary in the circuit as well. In any case, Alex survived the tough battles laid out in front of him and came out much stronger and more determined to see things go his way as much as possible. Looking down at his parents's names, the memories swiftly came to him and he closed his eyes and let the memories run adrift in his mind, like the wind that would come and go through him on a sunny, but breezy day.

For the time that he’d known them, his parents were kind, gentle souls. In fact, they never said a bad word to anybody and would keep people’s spirits high. They were welcomed by the small community they inhabited and all loved them for their generosity and kindness. When it came to their only son, he was their only priority. Alex briefly smiled, recalling the memories that he had with them for those solid, wonderful ten years. Although he was a young kid, his parents felt to give him advice that would help him succeed in the world and they had long talks about it. When it came to just rough-housing and having a good time, they would smile and laugh often. Alex would be spending time with them separately and getting them to know them more and more about their own past and backgrounds. It was such a wonderful time...until it was all stripped away from him that one night. In that tragic moment, he would no longer see his parents and they wouldn’t be able to see the son that could have stayed in school, graduated as a valedictorian and would have gone on to do great things in a different life. But Alex was no longer that person that day. How incredible is it that life pointed him in a different direction and found himself to be a monster that had to get his rage out in some form. A healthy outlet was needed and fighting was the only way to do it, whether it was legitimate or not. Thank God for sitting down in front of the TV, every now and then, and catching a glimpse of professional wrestling. If it wasn’t for that, that dream of his wouldn’t have been built from the ground-up; to compete against other men of his division and to maybe become a world champion, to be known and respected by all. Of course, sometime later, he told his parents of that dream and they would laugh at him. They considered it to be a phase that he would get over and maybe he would change route and go with a different career, such as being a doctor or a lawyer, the kind of job that would pay for everything and get him on the right path to be independent and free. But a job that requires to fight all the day? What nonsense! His parents knew him to be better than to pursue a path like that. Unfortunately, talks in regards to his career advancement were never discussed with his parents. Now all they can do is watch their son from the heavens and do their best to guide him through some kind of approval, although Alex would never know. Maybe it was the actions of his past that caused him to visit his grave that one time and caused him to have a revelation of his life that made his parents, though dead for all eternity, approve in their own way. Today would be a short visit, but an important one nonetheless.

The rain continue to cascade gently from the dark skies below, steadily dropping on his umbrella as he knelt down in front of his parent's graves. He brushed the dirt aside a bit and quietly said a prayer that wasn’t audible to understand, closing his eyes as he does so. The words were quick, but full of hope and love, something you would never hear the man inside say to any of his opponents, unless they deserved his respect. He knew that he had to brush aside his parents and their memories with them. He had to become the relentless monster that he was once before if he were to have any chance of destroying a man that has haunted him for the last month. Truth be told, he had no choice. Sean Jackson put him in a state of anger and rage beyond anything he’s ever felt for anyone. Maybe that’s what he said in his prayer, to ask for forgiveness for what he’s about to do that night. It won’t be downright murder, for prison isn’t a likely atmosphere for him to be in anytime soon. But all he wanted to do, to that man, was to break him in every way possible, to put him out of the scene and place him in a comfortable bed, his spirits crushed and his body broken. Would his parents approve of this act? Would his parents smile down at him once more, knowing that their son finally exacted vengeance, gain a sense of justice, and finally realize the dream that has eluded him since childhood? Alex slowly nodded to himself and then cried the tears that had to come, for they would eventually be released like a flood that was released from a barrier that was finally annihilated. He could feel his hands shaking like crazy, feeling the emotions of his world finally breaking at its core and all he had to do was let it go. The man known as Alex Grayson was a mess, broken and unhappy with what’s going on even now. Crying it all out and getting it out, in front of the only two that gave him life through birth, would help him to cope with the pain that he felt after all these years. He almost dropped the umbrella, but kept himself steady as he let the tears flow for a few minutes more. Shaking his head, as if to banish the memories of his dark past, he brushed them aside with his right hand and rose to his full height. He glanced at the sky once more, thinking to himself that the current landscape was perfect for the night that was rapidly approaching. Hell is coming towards his opponent’s doorstep and he’s not going to be in the mood to be nice towards the man that had somehow eluded him with his twisted games and constant lies. He would address them all and move on like a soldier that lost so many of his comrades, but refused to give up on his mission. He had to take the fight to a man that played games within his mind and had gotten to him. The loss that he received at the hands of Mr. TNA was his own fault, but it will be an error he will correct when they faced each other once more. For now, all Alex desired was to face the man that took his world by the throat and rattled it to the bone. Never again will he allow any man to do the horrendous deeds he did. HIs parents would approve of that, of Sean Jackson’s total decimation.

He quietly said goodbye and turned away from the graves, walking down the pathway that would lead back to his red Mustang Corvette. The present was now his complete focus as his cell phone buzzed from within his suit. Keeping the umbrella still in his right hand, he flushed it out with his left phone and turned it on with a few button presses. It was a text message from his wife, asking him if he was doing okay and if he wanted to talk with her. Smiling once more as the tears finally died, he pressed a single button, you could hear ringing from his phone and somebody picked up on the other line. The conversation was long and quiet, but Alex didn’t say anything out loud for the world to hear, for his words would be kept in private. He told her of what happened with his brief visit to the cemetery and the result it produced. On the other end of the line, Lisa, the love of his life, understood her man more than anybody else on the planet and became both his best friend and confidant, offering him strength and peace with her own words. He drowned in her voice and wish it would be a world in which only the two and his children would exist and it would be in a place of peace and harmony. That’s what his mansion stood for - a place to get away from everything that was happening in the real world and to stay in comfort with the family that his wife allowed to happen and he’s in love with that family. If Sean or anyone in that place took that away from him, he was done. After exchanging final words with each other for the time being, Alex shut off his phone and finally made his way to the entrance of the cemetery. As if by an act of magic, the iron doors closed behind him and he finally reach his car. Folding the umbrella back into its original state, he threw the item back into the passenger’s seat and re-entered the car. He sat there, now thinking of the match in itself and how he has been preparing for it. Taking everything into account, he has studied Sean Jackson’s previous matches before they clashed and how he worked in the ring, including his own matches. He understood that Sean’s greatest weapon would be his mind and not his strength. If he were to win this battle once and for all, he would have to be one step ahead of his opponent. If he wasn’t, he would once again be slain by the beast that escaped his wrath and take the title with him once more. That won’t happen at Climax Control. That night would be his greatest accomplishment and after it’s all said and done, no one would ever doubt him again.

Smiling widely at that thought, he turned on the car and drove away from the cemetery as the sight turned to the skies for a brief moment before it fades away to the darkness.

* * *

My name is Kain and I am the King Of Kings!

Sean Jackson, I offer you no kind pleasantries. Instead, I offer you my rage.

Legitimate rage!

For the past month, you have been nothing but a thorn at my side. Do you really think that everything that you did was funny to you? Do you honestly believe that you could easily take me out of the game that quickly with your cowardly tactics?

The answer to both is NO!

Nothing that you have accomplished will never be recorded in history as one of the greatest comedic acts of all time and anything you’ve tried to pull against me does not destroy me that easily. I have been thinking of NOTHING but revenge ever since Into The Void IV, an event that would change your life forever and NOT in the good way either. All you did was make yourself to be a prime target to be annihilated eventually and I’m the only man, in Sin City Wrestling, to take on that challenge and complete it. Everything that you have said or did has made you to be a snake that doesn’t give a damn for anyone but himself. You put people’s lives in danger when you send them into harm’s way and you certainly have been trying, time and time again, to put me down for the count and involve yourself in business that isn’t even yours to begin with! I’ll gladly state the obvious - you’re not a man, you’re a chickenshit! You can’t even face me as a man, because YOU KNOW FOR A FACT that I am much stronger and more powerful than you will ever be in this lifetime. You do not want ANYONE messing with the gold that’s around your waist right now, so you try your best to run away, as I saw you did when you escaped my clutches and ran up the ramp like the coward that you are, Sean Jackson. For that, you are a degenerate and a weasel that has no backbone in his body!

How is anyone supposed to see you as a legitimate champion? Just because you were able to outmaneuver me in our last title defense? You worthless asshole! You put an innocent person in the ring, Sean, and you did NOTHING but wait until you had me in your hands, then struck from behind and took the gold from me. What kind of professional wrestler does that make you? NONE! If I were Mark, Christian, Erik, or even Andrew Watts, I’d be embarrassed. Fact is, you have no honor or integrity. You refuse to put up a fight, because you are SCARED. You are scared of the man that I have become and do not wish to be humiliated in front of the entire world. When that was all said and done, I came to realize that you must have been shocked and surprised as to what kind of damage I can do to anybody in the ring, Sean. You never wanted to face my wrath in one-on-one combat, so you pulled the oldest trick in the book, Sean. Your twin magic, as you called it, enabled you the success you gained that night. But you won’t be able to pull that crap around me ever again. In fact, I underestimated you twice now. This time, it won’t happen again.

And how DARE YOU try to blame it all on me! How in the world am I responsible for your petty actions? Do you really think I would stoop THAT LOW for your gain, Sean? Absolutely not! The only thing that I am responsible for, Sean, is my actions in what I do in Sin City Wrestling! Nothing more, nothing less! I condemn everything you have said about me and prefer to spit right back in your face with the truth! Truth is on my side, Sean, and I intend to use it at every turn to make you both frightened and pissed off as time marches on. Unlike you, I don’t send our a look-a-like to do all my work! Unlike you, I don’t deny anyone their opportunity to face me for the gold! Hell, once I do win the SCW World Heavyweight championship belt, Sean, I’ll gladly fight anyone on a daily basis for the gold and NOT run away from that duty, UNLIKE YOU! And I know that you hate me with the utmost intensity, but I could care less! I have a job to do at Climax Control, Sean, and what I plan on unleashing is my own brand of vengeance!  It’s the kind of revenge that I look forward to giving right back to you, for all the injustices you gave to me. There is nothing in the world, Sean, that’s going to stop me from traveling to that time and place to do what I do best in my lifetime, Sean - beat the crap out of people for a living! And that’s what I intend to do!

And if you want to blame someone for what’s happening right now, Sean, that would be you. I have to give thanks to Christian Underwood for doing the right thing and booking you against me for the title at stake. As of right now, I’m unsure as to how it will play out with the special guest referee, but this time, my instincts are honed in and I’m ready for anything that comes my way, Sean. I may act surprised at first when I discover who it is, for it could change the tide of the battle for me, but I will not let it get to me. I certainly hope, for your sake, Sean, that you don’t get distracted by it either. You have a long night ahead of you and I promise you, you will not be leaving that building with the SCW World Heavyweight championship belt around your waist once more. This time, I’m going to be the one to end both your career and legacy! So when it’s all said and done, you asshole, I gave you chances, but now, you’ll have to live yourself with it when I’m through with you! There will be no going back and re-doing it all-over again. This isn’t a videogame where you can simply die and try again at a checkpoint! No, Sean, this is real-life and you have been somehow getting lucky with your battles. I’m going to permanently end your luck, your life, your career, and everything about you very soon. It’s only a matter of time, Sean, before you’re finished!

So do you feel yourself still swimming in that sea of overconfidence? Keep doing so, boy, because I’m going to make you change your tune about me QUICK! I’m very confident in my abilities as a fighter and a professional wrestler, Sean, and there won’t be a damn thing you can do to save yourself from the oncoming slaughter! There will be no more twin magic, there will be no more words of lies, or anything of the kind that you decide to pull against me. I have a great feeling, in my mind, heart, and soul, Sean, that Climax Control will belong to me and at least I will have realized my dream. You are the only obstacle that’s standing in my path to victory, Sean, and I intend to take my time brutalizing you and making you MY BITCH in every way, shape, or form. I will seek you out, in that ring, and I won’t give you mercy. This isn’t just about strength though, Sean, it’s about outwitting you and I know your game and your pitiful tactics by now. Nothing you do, at this point, will phase me or surprise me anymore. I will not and shall not rest until I break you, make you scream and cry out for forgiveness, which you will also receive none! At Climax Control, Sean, I am going to do the one thing that everyone has been wanting to see ever since Into The Void IV happened and that’s you not becoming the World Heavyweight Champion EVER AGAIN!

Ever since I was a little child, Sean, all I wanted to do is to become the man of the hour and to fight for honor and glory with the belt around my waist. Like Gabriel himself, I will seek out all challenges and dethrone them, holding the championship belt around my waist and proving myself to be unconquerable! Not with cowardly tactics, but with fists of steel and iron! Not with magic, but with might instead! I am going to make myself the gold standard that every man will have to look up to, to aspire to be, and to do what’s right by them! I, on the other hand, will provide you your own blood with my own hands, leaving you helpless and broken permanently for life! You will NEVER EVER challenge me for the SCW World Heavyweight championship, Sean. You will NEVER do the things you did to myself or others to gain what you want. That’s a promise to you, Sean. I’m not going to stop, retreat, or surrender until my dream has been achieved and when that happens, I’ll be the one standing tall, firmly on my feet, and be what Sin City Wrestling wants anyone to be - the man that’s on top of the mountain, with the gold around his waist, showing everybody else in the world exactly what needs to be done to stay on top! I just hope that you are ready for the rude awakening that’s about to be thrown at your direction, Sean, because no one in the world is going to save you. Not that stunt double of yours, not those convincing words that you attempt to be truthful with, and you will not be escaping my clutches this time! You will be the victim that I will gladly step on to take that belt and see my childhood dream realized once more! It’s that kind of dream that makes a fighter like me all the more dangerous to deal with, Sean, so you will not be happy with the end result as I lay everything on the line. My heart, my body, my soul, my career, my reputation, all of it. I’m going to do something that my parents or Ariel never wanted to see - become the heartless beast that cares for nothing but ripping throats out and savoring in the conquest of victory with no remorse or regret! So I suggest you do yourself a kind favor to me, Sean. I suggest you polish that title up as much as possible, Sean. I want you to savor your time with the title with every moment possible, because it’s going to VERY SHORTLY at Climax Control. Special guest referee or not, I care less about that. I only care about the pain, hurt, and suffering that you’ll be experiencing at my hands! That title BELONGS TO ME, Sean! It doesn’t belong to you anymore and it will be my pleasure to strip you of that and everything you are worth at this point and time! Farewell, Sean. I have nothing more to say to you, for my actions at Climax Control will be what’s left to say until the job is done!

For I am Kain...The King Of Kings!

And I….HAVE SPOKEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  

 At first, I thought she was kidding.

But she wasn't.

My wife wanted me to stay in Dubai and prepare for the match ahead. I wasn't too keen on the idea, however.

My priorities as a husband and father take over everything. Let me tell you, this isn't a easy lifestyle, especially when you have a family. I wrestle and fight 365 days of the year and get few vacations off. I make special appearances for this company and I honestly don't mind it one bit. I mean, I make a hell of a lucrative living out of it and with all the merchandise sales for my brand flying off the charts, there's no telling how limited the sky is for me!

But...

My children and my wife mean EVERYTHING to me. I don't have a single clue where I would have ended up without them by my side.

And yet, she wants me to stay behind and prepare for the match?

I remember having the conversation with her, earlier in the week. Arriving late from a business meeting at my own headquarters that’s located at my stomping grounds, it was a day of rain and gloom in Detroit, but I quickly stumbled inside and wasn't able to shut the door in mind, since the wind was intense and slammed the door hard before I could close it by myself. Gathering my bearings, I walked into the living room and smiled at the sight I saw.

Arthur and Rose looked up from playing with their toys and laughed, calling me Daddy as they hugged my legs. I laughed and embraced them as Lisa was rocking Cecil and Lydia back and forth with their chairs.

Alex, we need to talk.

She said that statement in a state of calm and I looked at her as I sat down on a comfortable recliner and held my two first-born children, who were begging for attention at this point.

What’s on your mind, Lisa? It is about our arrangement again?

She nodded, although she smiled, which threw me off. She’s been unsure of how to work things out between her and I these days. It’s not that I’m avoiding the discussion at all, it’s because there’s so much going on with my career here that I haven’t had time to stop and think about much outside of things except looking after my family. The friends that I have outside are ones I don’t hang out with often often, but I still keep in close contact through quick phone calls and text messages, so it’s not like I’m ignoring the outside world either. But I just haven’t had time to breathe the free air and smell the roses with my wife. So I’m just thankful for the short time I do with her, especially right now.

I know that this match is important to you, so I’d like for you to go on ahead and not worry much about the kids while you are training and preparing for the biggest match of your career.

I slowly got Cecil and Rose down to their feet on the ground and they were running around the household, yelling and screaming as I inched myself forward and shook my head at her.

No, love, this is where I need to be. I need to be here and focus on both things so that I can make you guys happy and keep myself happy. I know that Sean Jackson will be a powerful threat for me to contend with, but I’m not in a ring right now. I’m here, at home, with you guys and I want to take care of you guys.

Ariel stopped rocking our two youngest kids and bent close to me, planting a finger under my chin and lifting my face to meet at her gaze.

I wouldn’t worry about us right now. Sean Jackson ruined your moment and I was at ringside, crying in tears when I saw how devastated you were that night, Alex. You need to pour all of your energies and focus into that man and not think about what’s going on with the kids or with me. Go to Dubai and train yourself intensely and we will Skype each other and set up the appropriate times to do it. Arthur and Rose are already proud of their father and I know Cecil and Lydia would be too once they understand a lot of the hard work and success you’ve earned for us, for the family. So do your best and do not concentrate on us heavily, OK? Promise me you will do everything in your power to beat that man and take the SCW Heavyweight championship title for your own!

A promise like that is hard to keep, especially since the odds are not in favor of me. The entire locker room don’t see me as the man leading Sin City Wrestling alliance. Despite my last victory against him, Sean has risen from the ashes and has admittedly done quite well for himself. Even with all that in mind, I believed in myself more than anything in the world today and it doesn’t hurt to have that push from your confidant about the battle ahead. I decided to try and honor my queen once more as I nodded my head and kissed her hard on the lips. Then I broke it off and nodded once more.

I promise you, Lisa. For you and the kids....I will.

* * * *

My name is Kain. I'm The King Of Kings!

Before I go ahead and address the main event that I am participating in, the opponent that I am facing, and the championship belt that I'm going after, I need to clear up a few things that rose from a few directions.

First off, I'm unsure as to who was in charge of writing the card, because they needed to get their facts checked or perhaps their egos! It came to my attention that the card spoke of how Gabriel had me at the end before Sean Jackson ruined the night for the both of us. Wrong! Gabriel almost had me that night and we never found a conclusive answer to that dilemma due to that horrible man's actions. On top of that, I would have gotten up, brushed it off, and told Gabriel to bring it on until the job is done!

Now, with that fact set in stone, let me direct my attention to Mark Ward, if only briefly!

Mark Ward, you want to call yourself a betting man and place all your foolish hopes and dreams upon a man that's about to be terminated? You go right ahead, asshole! Despite the respect that I have for you, you are obviously one delusional man. On top of that, you've been in the ring with me? No, Mark, we ran around your old stomping grounds in London and you had me at the very last second to get the win. That was a LONG TIME AGO. This is now, Mark, and I assure you that the result will be VERY DIFFERENT next time. So do me a favor, boy, and I suggest you sit back, relax, and watch as I decimate your boy for the title and for the win!

Now I'm focusing everything that I have against the man that cost me the belt last time.

Sean Jackson.

Under that intense sun in Riyadah, Saudi Arabia, I took it upon myself to claim my destiny when I faced Gabriel, a man who I have respect for and, at the time, the most dangerous man in Sin City Wrestling history. I put everything on the line and the battle could have gone either way.

But we didn't get the answers we wanted, did we?

No. Not at all.

For one man came into the picture and cost us everything for his own selfish gains.

That's you Sean. The man that is about to pay dearly for his actions!

If there's one thing that mankind has a tough time shying away from, it's truth. Truth can either be our greatest ally or our greatest enemy.

For me, the truth makes me free. I've come to accept every loss that was handed my way and celebrated in every win that I've earned. I've come to terms with everything that I've done in my past, both good and bad, in order to reach this moment in my life. I've reached a new, spiritual path, you could say, that has lead me to enlightenment and, for the most part, inner peace. So I know that whatever happens at Into The Void IV, all I can see is a clear goal, a set path, and a vision that will be realized, Sean. That's the truth and truth is one of the few things that I can count on in my life.

But you? No, you never could. Anytime someone would try to hit you with the cold, hard facts, you would be running away like a little bitch, acting like a politician and denying that it ever happened to you or you would blame someone else for your own insecurities and foolish pride that gets in the way all the time. According to a fictional hero, criminals are a cowardly and superstitious lot. That fits you to a tee, doesn't it?

So it's now time to cram your worthless brain with facts that cannot be disputed!

First and foremost, let's talk about your history with going after the SCW championship belt, shall we?

First off, you've been given every opportunity to get the SCW championship belt and every time you tried to, you failed. Do you want to know why that is? It's because Gabriel was the better man each and every time. You got pissed off at the fact that he swatted you away like the pesky, irritating fly that you are and walked out with his head high and with the belt in his hands. You HATED that sight, Sean Jackson. No matter what you tried to accomplish with your own two hands, Gabriel emerged victorious each and every time and that, my stupid friend, is what drove you to try such low means!

Eventually, you got your hands on a briefcase that full of money and you tried to offer people, left and right, a reward to slaughter Gabriel. When that failed, you chose at the worst opportunity to strike. Yes, Sean, you heard me correctly - the WORST TIME.

That night, at Climax Control, you stepped out of the shadows and interfered in my match against Gabriel. You did what you tried to do for so many others - you offered me money. BLOOD MONEY! You tried to use me for your petty ambitions! But I saw right through you, Sean Jackson, and I declined! A true man relies on his own ability to get the job done. But I should have not underestimated you, for what you did next was unforgivable.

First, in order to prevent me from becoming any further of a threat...that or you were scared of me, you knocked me out with the suitcase and gave me a win, although it was by disqualification and titles do not change hands through that method.

Next, you cashed in the gold, went to town with Gabriel, pinned him for the 1-2-3, and walked away as the new SCW Heavyweight Champion.

By committing these two crimes, you effectively killed two birds with one stone.

One week later, Sean, you come out from the shadows and deny me a shot at the SCW Heavyweight championship, calling me unworthy before going back to that rat hole and clutching onto that belt like an obsessed man that has control over a woman 24/7. You know what I mean, boy, the clingy type that can't live without wrapping your arms around it. But you were denied your wishes, weren't you Sean?

You are now in a shit load of trouble, Sean. You have NO CHOICE but to face me and for once, I may have to praise and give thanks to Christian and Despayre for setting things right. I intend to honor what they did and finally claim what I felt was rightfully mine since the very beginning, Sean!

Those are the facts, Sean, and you cannot dispute them in any way, shape, or form!

Tell me Sean, how proud are you? Sure, I'll give credit where credit is due, you pulled off the unthinkable and got the win and the title. You surprised everyone in that locker room. It was your night. But you shouldn't be too happy, because now you have me to deal with and after Into THe Void IV, I honestly doubt you will be happy when I'm through with you!

This match, Sean, is going to make me go far and above the call of duty to get the job done. I'm not doing just for Gabriel or for Chad or even my own family. No, sir, I'm doing this for me. I want that title so badly that I could taste it and what you did to me that night made me scream my legitimate hatred towards you. Like many of the bad folks in this town, you are certainly one of the lowest of the low and you certainly don't deserve the belt either! Do you know who deserves that honor more than you?

ME!

And by thunder, I will stop at nothing to eradicate your legacy from the face of the world, Sean Jackson. After all, you should remember asshole, I have successfully defeated you in the past and since that time, I have grown and evolved over time since our last meeting. I'm stronger and more powerful than you will ever be in your current state. Where you are at? Your abilities are pretty much miniscule and those so-called mind games everyone thinks you're good at?

Nothing but kid games.

Yes, you heard me. Petty stuff. Knocked out the power, tried to mesmerize the crowd with your ridiculous theme song, and then knock us out for your gain. Stupid stuff.

You may have gotten me once, Sean. It won't happen again.

Sean, I know who you are and what your ambitions are and I plan on putting a stop to it. I plan on finishing the job that I started at Climax Control not too long ago and getting back what I've always dreamed of getting and that's the SCW Heavyweight championship title! This isn't about making history as the first-ever Grand-Slam champion! This is about me getting revenge for what you achieved that night and humiliating me in front of the world.

Sean...

I promise you.

By the time I'm finished with you at Into The Void IV, not a trace of your flesh will be found and you will forever be lost. Your fifteen minutes of fame are officially over. I'm coming to claim the SCW Heavyweight championship and you know to do with it, you worthless bastard? I'm going to make that title have a new lease on life and make sure that it is defended properly and without fail.

Your time is over, Sean. You will get on your knees, bow to me, call me King, and beg for mercy.

And when that's done, you will hand me the title and let me walk away in peace.

You don't?

Then I'll be happy enough to end your career and put you on the injured list permanently. That's not just a threat. That's a promise!

For I am Kain...

The King Of Kings...

And I...HAVE SPOKEN!!!

 Who wants water in their face??

Splashing some water in my kids face, my two oldest, Arthur and Rose, pounced on me like two wolves springing on its prey for the kill. I pretended to fall down and the kids and I went down into the water as it waved around us. My wife was sitting on a bench chair, laughing as she was looking after Cecil and Lydia, our two youngest.

I came up into the water and looked deeply into my wife’s eyes.

Hey, why don’t you come into the water for a bit and switch places with me? I’ll look after the young ones!

She shook her head gently.

No, honey, I’m good. Besides, I’m waiting for a phone call from someone unimportant in the organization.

I knew what she meant. I wasn’t in a talking mood after the embarrassment that Tim Staggs put me through. Thinking about those events that unfurled in Morocoo made me seethe with rage from the inside. But I didn’t want to express my anger in front of my children. Nodding to her, I turned my attention back towards the children as they were gleefully playing around in the large pool at my mansion in Detroit, Illinois. It was a cool, breezy day with some sun shining through the clouds above. This would be the last day I get to spend with my children before I depart for Algiers, Algeria.

I’m not going to be talking to that person anytime soon. I’m sure you can handle it.

Oh, I intend to, Alex. There’s no way I’m not going to be allowed to get in a word edgewise about all this.

As I gently threw Arthur and Rose into the shallow end of the pool and swam towards them, that’s when the doorbell rang. Neither of us were expecting a guest at the moment, for a lot of our friends and family were busy in town and didn’t have any time to hang out, although we received plenty of well-wishes and good luck messages from those particular individuals. I took one glance at my wife and saw that she was VERY unhappy. Her time with her family got disturbed. Jamming her phone into her purse, she stood up from her chair and went directly inside, traveling to the front door as the knocking continued. It stopped when she opened the door and saw Rocky Mountains looking at her.

Rocky: So, instead of waiting for a phone call, I figured you would like to speak with me in person. What do you think about that?

Lisa was no longer Lisa. She was Ariel, the most dangerous woman on the planet, and when you make a woman like her angry, the best course of action is to really walk away and not come back. But she decided to downplay her anger, instead smiling at her.

Ariel: Why don’t you come inside and chat with me for awhile then?

Rocky nodded in response and the two stepped inside our home, sitting down on the large, brown sofas. She tried to take in her surroundings, but it was that cool, calm, collected gaze from Ariel that made her focus on the task ahead.

Rocky: Why isn’t Kain here?

Ariel: Because I’ll be speaking for him this time. After what happened to him in Morocco, he just isn’t in the mood and I don’t blame him.

Rocky: But you’re not going to be stepping into the ring with Tim Staggs, so why even speak for him?

Ariel: Because he and I share everything together and we have the same thoughts, the same ideology and philosophies about life and what happens in general. What happened in Morocco should have never happened and it did. Alex has been doing his best to contain his anger and it won’t be unleashed until Climax Control. Now what have you came here to ask?

Rocky: Questions and since you’re his mouthpiece for today, maybe you can answer them for me, starting with what happened in Morocco, especially at the very end of the match.

Ariel raised her eyebrows curiously.

You mean the part that embarrassed and humiliated my husband?

Rocky: Why, yes, that part, where he grabbed Kain’s leg in order to stop him from winning the title. He called it a favor to him. But you don’t believe that, do you?

Even from the outside, I could hear Ariel slamming her fist into a nearby table that’s between the sofas. My kids stopped playing and were looking towards the sound, but I kept them distracted as Ariel leaned forward.

I don’t care what his reasons are! This is why people are afraid to do things on their own - Tim Staggs was and still is nothing but a little chickenshit. People like him have to ally with someone else in order to get somewhere in the world. How long do you think that little, pathetic alliance will last? Not for a week, let alone a whole month! This is why Kain refused to be anyone else’s pawn around here, Rocky. He’s looking after himself and he needs NO ONE to look after him in any situation. Even when I’m at ringside, I know I don’t interfere unless I have to, Rocky. Tim Staggs may have surprised us both, but that won’t happen here. He made the biggest mistake of his life when he interfered and got involved in my husband’s business. He had absolutely no right to do what he did. Screw any of the reasons that he gave out to Pussy Willows in his interview. Neither of us are buying a word of it.

Rocky: So this is all about vengeance, isn’t it?

Ariel: What else could it be? Love? Don’t make me laugh!

Rocky: But what if he comes out on top?

Ariel: Why do you keep asking pointless questions? He’s not going to win this fight. Not now, not ever. You did see the show, didn’t you? Tim Staggs pouted, cried, and moaned like the bitch that he was to Christian Underwood about not getting booked as much. He claims to have done several interviews and several appearances here and there, but it wasn’t until Mayhem In Morocco that he put himself in a difficult position. You don’t grab anyone’s leg, let alone my husband, thinking that nothing is going to happen to you. That’s far from it. Kain is an extremely dangerous foe to contend with. Do you honestly think that Kain is going to hug Tim Staggs, say “Aww, man, that was a great match, I love you like a brother.”? No! Kain is not that kind of guy at all. He’s the kind of guy that drops a hundred dollar bill, fakes the kindness and expects you to bend down and pick it up, only to get a knee to the face for it! Do you really think Kain is just going to lie down and let the 17-year old runt win the day? Absolutely not! That’s ridiculous!

Rocky: Yeah, but he was clever that night and proved it.

Ariel shook her head vehemently.

Ariel: That was one night! See, here’s the question that I want to ask the little bastard - no matter how groomed you are in the business, how long do you expect to survive in a place like this? You’re not a wrestler in our eyes, Tim, you’re a coward of the highest order. I don’t believe you’re the kind of man that could ever stand up for himself because of the low self-esteem and confidence that you possess. You joined up with Kris Halc, a guy who got the best of my husband at one time and was certainly destroyed at Morocco. You, being the little rodent that you obviously are, saved him. You are the sole reason as to why he’s the champion at the moment and for that, you’re going to pay dearly for that mistake. All the cleverness and skill in the world isn’t going to save you from the guy whose dream you took away at Mayhem In Morocco.

Rocky: Considering everything going on, how does Kain feel about the match between Goth and Kris?

Ariel: It doesn’t matter who wins the title to him. He just hopes that the main event will prove to be brutal and chaotic and for all we know, Kain himself could appear during the match. You never know what he’s up to. And that’s going to be another reason why Tim will have a hard time going against Kain.

Rocky: What do you mean, Ariel?

Ariel: He’s unpredictable!

Now it was Rocky’s turn to lift her eyebrows in curiousity.

Rocky: Do you really think Kain has a shot in revenge?

Ariel leaned forward in her seat, drilling her gaze into the news reporter.

Ariel: Do you really want to know why I believe he will? Not to get really personal with you here, but when I met Kain back in the old days, I honestly thought of him as just another guy on the planet, someone whom I thought was going to force his affections on me. In turn, I probably would have beaten the shit out of him. But he wasn’t like that - he wanted to be friends first. He didn’t see me as a girl with a hot body, Rocky, he saw me as a friend that has intelligence shining in her eyes. So he struck up a conversation with me that lasted for hours, Rocky, and pretty soon, I came around. I fell in love with him. He’s a man that isn’t just sexy and smart, he’s friendly and is willing to give people that he cares about in hand. But I’ve also seen the darker side in him too. He’s nasty, he’s violent, and dangerous. He’s gone through a lot in his life, from the death of his parents to being fired by Goth in the Asylum Wrestling Alliance and still, he is standing tall. He even almost lost the kids and I, but somehow, he preservered. He didn’t want to be cut adrift, so he traveled around the world and reinvigorated himself. He’s back where he wants to be and he’s not going to be stopping anytime soon. That’s why I believe he’s going to on to do great things for us and for the company - he believes in himself more than anything and he doesn’t quit. Don’t worry, he’s not like a famous superstar that we all know about, the kind of guy that grants wishes to kids. Nothing wrong in that accomplishment however, but Kain only sees this for himself and is willing to go above and beyond the call of duty to see things done. No hand will be shaken, for what Tim Staggs did was an affront to everything he stands for.

My wife’s eyes lit up like fire and it was very hard for Rocky Mountains to look away.

Ariel: Do you have any other questions to ask me?

Rocky: No, Ariel, I don’t. I think we got all the bases covered.

Ariel nodded.

Ariel: Good! Now…

She stood up to her full height and looked at Rocky Mountains for one final time.

Ariel: Now you get the hell of my house!!!!!!!

The way she moved, it was like as if a ghost appeared behind her and made her jump ten feet in the air. Grabbing her posessions, she dashed out of the house like Road Runner being chased by Wile E. Coyote. Ariel shook her head and laughed, then stepped outside to rejoin the kids and I, jumping into the pool and playing with us.

 A few days after my loss against Kris, who successfully defeated me for the SCW Internet championship, I returned to my mansion in Detroit, Illinois. For the first time since my return at Inception, I suffered a loss. But losing is what makes me stronger and I took that positive mindset with me as I entered my home for the first time. Win or lose, I was expecting my children to greet me as I stepped in, their faces lighting up like Christmas tree lights when they saw my face. And of course, Lisa (AKA Ariel), would be there to kiss me and welcome me home.

I wasn't expecting this, however. My home was completely dark.

Kain: Hello?

No sign of life appeared. I started walking through all the rooms, calling out to my wife and my children. As I looked around, I was confused. The mansion appeared to be undisturbed and it didn't appear that nobody broke in and stole anything either. Everything was left in its place.

Feeling defeated in the search, I entered the kitchen and flipped on the switch. That's when I discovered a letter rolled up with a red bow tied around it.

As the saying goes, curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back. As I cautiously approached the letter, a strange, but familiar sensation crept through me, an indescribable emotion that swept through me and wouldn't let go, like a hand that would grab your throat and would not let go. I stood before the letter, unsure whether or not to read it. Before I knew it, my right hand took up the letter and I united the red bow.

Sitting down on one of the kitchen chairs, I scanned through the contents and slowly read the words loudly.

Dear Alex,

I took the kids away for a few days. I know how angry and frustrated you are with losing the title, but I don't want the kids to see you display your anger when you returned home. We will be back soon, my love, but for now, I need to stay away so that you can calm yourself and recollect your thoughts. I'm pretty sure you took the initiative and cashed in on your rematch against Kris and I'm also pretty convinced that's all you're going to think about. You're going to think about the match, the title, and how you want it all back. But at what cost? Do you want to lose your family all over again just because of a title belt? Something else for you to consider, my love. I know that you've been on a roll, but this loss will set you back a bit. And I don't want to see you be angry ever again, especially after all we went through. So take the time to focus on yourself and figure out the best course of action. Whatever you decide, sweetheart, I'll support you. I love you and the kids and I will be back in a few days. Until then, take care baby.

Lisa

Wrapping up the letter, I put it on the table, then leaned back on the chair, my eyes starting to close. The house was enamored in complete silence and only the noises outside could have destroyed the stillness, but the doors were closed. Bringing my head down and with my hands placed at my side, I shook my head a few times. Why? Why did this have to happen to me all over again? The thought of losing my wife and my children was unbearable!

Sighing heavily, I stood up and took myself into a different direction. Entering the living room, I knelt down on the ground and, using my strong hands, I grabbed a handle to a door and propped it open. The entrance door slammed on the other side and I looked down, seeing a staircase that traveled downward. Standing up once more, I descended the steps that led into a small room. As I stepped down, I took a quick glance. Before me was a picture of a red and blue dragon facing each other, trying to gain control of a sword by resting their hands on the pommel of the sharp blade. Taking off my red shirt, I sat down and crossed my legs, already in a Yoga-like pose.

I breathed in and out with my eyes closed and it felt like I was meditating for hours. Memories came and went like the wind.

Sitting down on the sidewalk and watching as ambulance workers took away the bodies of my parents. A negative change in my life.

The girl of my dreams approaching me after a random battle during my time in the underground circuit on the streets. A positive change in my life.

The contract signing with Goth, the head of the Asylum Wrestling Alliance, with quick glimpses of the many foes and friends that I've encuontered. Hard battles, but necessary if I wanted to succeed at any cost. The outcome didn't matter, as long as I did my best.

And of course, Goth's betrayal. How could I forget that one? A change that I hated undertaking, but one that made me stronger in the long run. Eventually, Goth came here and I surprised him and sometime down the road, I got my revenge and destroyed him to earn my title as The King Of Kings, a title that I am proud of to this day, for it reminds me of who I was back then and who I am now.

Mark Ward entered my mind and I saw him as the guy that I first spoke to...him and his partner in crime, Christian Underwood. They were the ones that got me into AWA and they literally had to pull out all the stops if they wanted to sign me. Of course, I've been set up for life with constant finanical stability, but with what Mark and Chris offered me, more money couldn't hurt. And thus far, I've been a major success around here. Even with a few breaks every now and then, I'm still wanted and everyone craves me and what I can do in the ring. I'll never go away...

More memories of my past battles within this fed crept into my mind and I started sweating like crazy, even though the room wasn't hot.

Kris Halc appeared in my mind, thirsty for the title and got it. The final moments of our previous encounter replayed itself constantly like a nightmare that would never end. I was done for that night...the entire arena was shocked. I still remember going into my dressing room...and smashing my fist into the mirror, breaking the glasses into pieces. Even though I didn't see it, Ariel was frightened. But she didn't say anything as I eventually calmed myself and sat down, looking at my right fist as it bled profusely.

Although he didn't, it felt like he laughed like a wicked, evil man that just conquered the world and its subjects around him. I woke up from my meditation, breathing hard, my eyes wide as dinner plates.

I stood up, trying to keep myself calm and steady. But how could I after that battle? One moment you feel like you're some invincible king that's ready to take on anything, the next someone swipes you away like a cat to a mouse and assumes the throne that you were sitting on moments ago.

Thinking back to that match, my hands curled into fists and I shook them with great rage. I won't allow this to happen to me again. There's no way in hell that some man within our federation is able to walk away and be champion for two weeks, let alone two months! If I'm going to make history again, as the first-ever two-time SCW Internet champion, I have to stay focused on the fight and not allow my anger to get the best of me.

Turning around, I ascended the stairs and closed the tile door behind me. Switching off the light, I retired to my bed chambers for the night, unable to do anything else at this point.

* * * *

Kris. You're unbelievable, you know that? Did you honestly thought that you would be able to walk away from me that easily? I hate to break it to you, pal, but I will not be made a fool again! How dare you try to take something away that I've worked so hard for! My next battle is going to be solely honed in on the title and I'm going to do WHATEVER it takes to regain my throne. While I whole-heartedly admit that you were the better man that night, some could also argue that what you accomplished that night was nothing but a fluke, a stroke of luck if you will. Mayhem At Morocco, I assure you, is going to be spelling your downfall, your fall from grace, and after I'm done punishing you and making you my BITCH for the night, you will NEVER touch me or my gold again! That title rightfully belongs to me and this, you know, FOR A FACT!

* * * *

For the next few days, I decided to revisit memory lane.

Why I became a badass was easy to understand. The death of my parents left me alone and confused and I was able to take that drive and have it instilled in me. But how did I get there?

I entered an old gym called Hard Knocks, ready to give it my all. The gym was old and rusty, but the machines work well and it's a popular gym due to the hardcore fanatics that work and exercise there everyday. Inside was a ring and I was taught by Max Freeman, a tough boxer that was homeless when I first living in those deadly alums.

Looking at the ring, I stood there, unmoving, as the memory of one of our first training sessions erupted within my mind.

* * * *

Max: Come on, Alex, you're starting to bore me!

I was a young ten-year old kid at the moment who knew NOTHING of fighting. But I did know that if you punched someone hard in the face, they'll go down and maybe a body shot or two will make them submit. But Max was quick!

He and I were dancing in the ring, the teacher swaying left and right, avoiding my punches. I was gritting my teeth, trying to nail him any way I could. Suddenly, he blind-sided me with a few punches that left me spinning to the floor and crashing hard. Thankfully, I was wearing sparring gear, so the head shots weren't that devastating, but it still hurt. I rolled onto my back, clutching my head.

Max stood over me with a grin. He was tall, but lean and fast as a cat, his brown, intelligent eyes locking my own as he took off his helmet, with black spiky hair. He was about five-six years older than I was. The difference between him and I was that he had no clue of his parents, but was rather adopted in Illinois. He lived with them for a long time, but they were being disruptive and angry towards him constantly. Deciding that he's had enough, he left their house with their belongings, never to return home again.

He and I became fast friends once he saw how interested I was of combat. He didn't just teach me how to box - he also helped paved the way for my bodybuilding training.

Max: Have you had enough already?

He reached out to me and I took his hand as he raised me back to my feet. I stubbornly shook my head.

Alex: No way, man, you just got lucky!

He laughed genuinely as I sighed.

Max: Hah, if that's what you like to believe man, go for it! But let me tell you a little secret - you're allowing me to telegraph your punches easily. You have to make sure not to allow your opponent to do so. When the time is right, hit them with punches that they won't expect out of you.

Suddenly, I punched him in the stomach two times and he felt the blows. He immediately got into a stance again. I was the one laughing this time.

Alex: Hey, careful now! I think I'm starting to pick up boxing really quick! Care to go for another around?

Nodding to me, he put on his headgear on and resumed his fighting stance. This time, I was able to keep up the pace with him as we traded punches back and forth.

* * * *

The memory died away and I was back in the present. The office door opened up and I saw Max Freeman for the first time since I left the gym at the age of thirteen. He's grown a little older and maybe some gray hairs could be spotted if you knew where to look. He appeared with a white wife-beater and black pants on him as he surveyed the crowd of workers.

Suddenly, he spotted me and his smile grew wide!

Max: Alex!

Alex: Max!

He and I embraced each other, not caring who saw two men hugging each other. It was genuine hug that showed affection and love, like brothers. We broke off the hug and he took a good look at me, from bottom to top. He nodded with approval.

Max: Man, bro, I can't believe you're here! Last I heard, you were still in the pro wrestling business. Heard about your title loss, man. I'm sorry.

Alex: That's exactly why I'm here, Max. Maybe you can use some of that good ol'fashioned teaching you expertly displayed all those years ago. Does an old dog like you still have new tricks to show?

He laughed in response.

Max: Oh, do I? You're damn right I do! This is going to be a fun day of training, just me and the boys. They are excited to see you again man. Are you ready to show off what you can do too or do I have to teach you a thing or two again?

Alex: That's fine man. I'm going to be here for awhile anyway. I need to keep the fire burning inside of me and I have to make sure that I'm ready for Kris this time, the man who took the SCW Internet championship away from me. This is not going to be an easy fight, man, but I'm more than up to the challenge. So, teacher, show me what you got!

We fist-bumped each other, then walked away into the crowd of workers, laughing as the scene fades away to black.

* * * *

Kris Halc.

The man with the SCW Internet championship belt that's currently around his waist. We meet again.

Only this time, it will be the last time we will meet again.

I'll give you where credit is due - you had it in you, that night, to win championship gold for the very first time. And as I said before, I was going to lose, one way or another, but I didn't expect it to be this fast in a short amount of time.

That won't happen again, Kris Halic.

What you cost me was my golden ticket to the big time and I assure you, I'm going to be doing everything within my power to break your bones and force to make peace with your maker before I drown you into the pits of Hell forever.

Tell me something, Kris, did you really think it's going to be THAT EASY?

In my lifetime, I've been through a lot. I've struggled, I've bit, I've clawed my way to the top and never gave an inch to anybody. It's who I am and it's what made me stronger. Clearly, you don't have a clue as to what you've done to yourself. No, forget the SCW Internet championship for a moment, it's the fact that you angered me to the core. It's one of the worst mistakes a human being can do against me.

When I get angry, I get upset and when that happens, it's best that you stay out of my way and don't keep me pissed off. But of course, I know you would want that badly, wouldn't you? You would really want me pissed off in our second match and you would want me to not focus, would you? That way, you could easily take me out again and walk away with the SCW Internet championship, right?

Wrong, Kris.

Your plan won't work.

Hell man, whatever you are attempting to do against me this time, just know that I'm honing on you like a couple of homing missiles just itching to strike! I'm sure that you saw what was I capable of before, but nothing like this. Pay-per-view, in my opinion, brings out the best in me, Kris. Sure, Climax Control is fantastic and I always show my best, but at every pay-per-view, I'm more focused and concentrated than ever before.

So I suggest you do me a favor and DO NOT underestimate me by any means. To do so is a waste of my time, because it's going to make the match for me much easier to deal and perhaps less stressful on my mind.

The way I figure it, Mayhem In Morocco is going to be my greatest triumph yet!

And that's saying something for the SCW Internet champion, especially with history about to be repeated again! But you are not going to allow that, aren't you? All you care about, Kris, is keeping the title and making sure it's around your waist one more time. But believe me when I tell you, Kris, I will deny your dream and I don't care if you hate me for it.

That's how I live around here. Even if you were my friend, in the ring, I consider you my enemy, my sole reason for living and breathing - to destroy you at any costs. To show you that I am an indestructible machine incapable of feeling hurt or pain. You are going to think of me as the same and I totally understand that.

You have your reasons for wanting to be in this fight and I won't begrudge you from that. But I want to make something absolutely clear to you, Kris - I'm not the same man that you fought in the ring a few weeks back.

No sir. With each loss, I grow from it. With each loss, I learn from my mistakes and I make sure to come back swinging. Most importantly, with each loss, I rise back and I win.

You're going to hate that fact, Kris, just like how everyone else. From Mark to Goth, from Casey to Lord Raab, these fools have done their best to annihilate me from the face of the Earth. Some have won against me and most have lost. And I'm perfectly OK with that, because it's nothing more but a setback! And that's another reason as to why I thrive around here, because I do my best to make damn sure that I am considered one of the greatest of all time, if not THE GREATEST of all time. And that's why I win, because I give it more than just 100% percent in the ring. You're going to hate me for that too, I promise you Kris.

So tell me, man, I really want to know. Did you really want to face me again? Are you anxious to see my face in the squared circle? Do you honestly think that you have a chance in winning our next clash?

You can come to me with those answers all you want, Kris, but they would just be empty words. I really need to see, for myself, if you truly are the better man for all time or if what you achieved against me was nothing but a fluke! I intend to come back ten times stronger in Morocco! I have a plan inside that ring and I'm going to utilize everything I have in my arsenal to regain possession of the SCW Internet championship.

Do not doubt me and never, EVER think of underestimating me and taking it easy on me. If you think you're going to be standing at the top of the podium with that belt for all time, I suggest you think again. No man is worthy of the SCW Internet championship except for ME and I'm coming to Morocco with the intention of walking in and then walking out as the NEW SCW Internet champion!

For I am Kain...THE KING OF KINGS! And I....HAVE SPOKEN!  

 The SCW Internet championship belt, the title that I've worked very hard for, is about to be up for grabs once again. Bruce Evans returns from his defeat to challenge me, Kain, The King Of Kings, for the belt. I have no intention of giving up this prize that I've craved since my return at Inception and there's no way in hell I'm about to let a tremendous piece of shit like Bruce Evans walk all over me for it. Make up all the excuses in the world if you want, but when I see you this week at Climax Control, Bruce Evans, I'm going to rip you a new one. You think what I did was bad? You just wait, pal, because I'm going to destroy everything about you at Climax Control!

* * *

Bucharest, Romania.

I haven't been here in a long time. But like any other country I've visited a thousand times over, this is also a beautiful place to be in. Unfortunately, being a famous celebrity doesn't allow you much time to soak in the sights, but the day before Climax Control, I've had some time to escape from the world and enter a place that I have not been into in years, the kind of place that feels both sacred and forbidden to me. It's not that I had any limited knowledge of the source, but the place definitely gives me the creeps.

Stepping inside St. Nicholas Church for the very first time, I stood near the entrance doors from the inside and surveyed my surroundings. Stained-class pictures depicted a story of Jesus Christ that began from birth, to death, then to his eventual resurrection. I wasn't here to speak with the Lord. Rather, I came to pay my respects to a friend of mine that's no longer in my life, a friendship that was close to the vest and how a single conversation could change the course of things forever. No, there wasn't any kind of love to be found here. After all, I'm married to Ariel, so it's not like I'm going behind my back. But it's the friendship that I missed, the kind of friendship where I could tell this person anything and everything without fear or judgment and she would reply in kind with honesty, laughter, and so forth. But she's gone and it has broke my heart in many ways.

I walked forward until I reached the altar and headed towards a group of candles. Standing before them, I grabbed a flaming candle nearby and lighted up others that weren't, silently thinking of my friend and of the impact that she has made in my life. Her name was Anna and she was one of the kindest souls I've ever met. She was a fan of mine that I met when I first started out in AWA and has been following me since. Not in a stalking way, mind you, but through social media, always cheering me on and wishing me luck in my battles. I was able to contact her and we have texted each other back and forth since that time. But now, we had a heated conversation that didn't end well. A few days later, she was killed in a tragic car crash. Hearing the news made my heart sank. It's one of those moments where you wish you could have said the right thing and everything would have been cool, but it didn't turn out that way.

I stood back and silently stared at the flaming candles, as the memories of our long conversations roared into my mind. Suddenly, I heard an unfamiliar voice off to my left and slowly turned my head.

Are you OK, my son?

I turned fully and gave the man a hard, but firm look. He appeared to be a priest, dressed in black, his blue eyes studying me as he rubbed his black hair once, smiling at me. He approached me and stuck his hand out. I shook his hand in return and nodded.

Yes, Father, I'm fine. I was just...

I left the sentence hanging as I turned my attention back to the flaming candles. The priest was silent, waiting to hear what I wanted to say next.

I was just thinking of a friend that passed away.

The priest placed his hand on my left shoulder in encouragement.

I do not know what your beliefs are in this world, son, but I'd like to believe that your friend is in a better place now. Was the last conversation that you had between the two a good one?

I shook my head a few times before looking at the priest again.

No, I'm afraid it wasn't. I just wish I had said the right thing or else it would have not been a heated argument that left neither side happy. I didn't even get to say that I loved her, although only meant in a friendly fashion. Nothing more, nothing less. I've dealt with death before, in the form of my parents, when they were murdered tragically in a crossfire between two gangs, so that loss was fresh back then, but somehow, I was able to overcome it and move on. But to get over a friendship like this? Am I able to forgive myself for saying the wrong thing and losing something this precious?

He dropped his hand from my shoulder and nodded to me.

I believe your friend, if she was a noble soul on Earth, would have it in her heart to forgive you and to be free from this anguish. I get the feeling that she was the type of person that loved what you did and believed in you. As long as you have it in your heart to forgive yourself for what you did, then I believe she has already forgiven you.

Suddenly, the entrance doors flew open and a gathering of people walked in, talking to each other in low tones. The priest and I made a quick glance before my gaze returned to the face of the priest, who wasn't looking in my way as he nodded them in acknowledgement. Then he faced me and smiled once more.

I'm sorry to break up this conversation, Mr...?

Grayson. Alex Grayson. And thank you for taking the time to help me. I think it has taken a weight off my shoulders. What is your name, good sir?

Damien, Father Damien. You may come to my church at anytime if your schedule ever allows it. Yes, Alex, I know who you are, but when I look into your eyes, I believe you possess the eyes of a gentle giant, so I have nothing to be fearful of. Please feel free to stay inside for as long as you like. I'm sorry to finish conversation on an abrupt, short notice, but these people require my attention. Have a good day, sir!

We shook hands once more and I watched him walk towards those folks. I suddenly felt my cell phone vibrating from the right pocket of my grey pants. I fished it out and saw that a text message appeared. It was from my wife, Ariel. Unlocking the phone, I opened up the messages and read what she had to say.

Spoke with management. Getting very close to inking a deal between them and I to possibly enter SCW as a wrestler. Will keep you updated. I love you baby!

Smiling widely, I shut the phone and gently placed it back inside before turning around and exiting the church from a side entrance.

* * *

My name is Kain. Not only am I the King, I'm officially the SCW Internet champion and I'll be reigning over this division for quite sometime!

Why is it that management has decided for another rematch? Didn't they see what happened at Blaze Of Glory IV?! Everyone thought I was going to talk another big game and then end up losing on one of the biggest nights of my career. But I changed all that! I made sure to step up my game and prove to everyone that I was not playing games at all. Rather, I was playing for keeps and I was destined to solidify myself as a new champion that night. Bruce Evans was nothing but a memory, a forgotten little shit that should have just stayed home and enjoyed time with his boyfriend.

Instead, it sickens my stomach to find out two things. One, that Bruce Evans jumped at the chance to use his rematch clause and two, that the rumors of him "having his mind elsewhere" is what cost him the match. I'm disgusted by the first fact and I'm not totally buying his excuse that his brain was drifting elsewhere, because that's just complete crap.

Do I really need to hammer in the point one more time for you, Bruce? Why is it that fools like you refuse to see the obvious? Truth be told, you held the title for a mere month and you had one successful title defense before you finally met your match. Do you honestly think that I'm about to follow in your footsteps and become nothing but a permanent shadow in this new division? No! I'm not about to let ANYONE try to crush my hopes of staying in the fight with this title around my waist for a long time. Do not sit there and grasp at straws, thinking that I don't have a chance in hell in even retaining the title, because I DO!

In fact, do you remember the fire that burned in my eyes that night, Bruce? Do you remember the unconquerable determination that swelled within me? I had nothing but the match in my mind for those two weeks. I thought of NOTHING but destroying the legacy that's Bruce Evans and walking out with every intention of becoming the SCW Internet champion! And that's exactly what I accomplished! That's the difference between you and me - I have achieved a balance that cannot be faltered in my life, while you have complete chaos in yours.

Do you understand me, boy? That's why you lost - you didn't have what it took to beat me that night. As champion, you're supposed to be the man (or woman, in the Bombshells's case) of the hour. You're supposed to be the guy that everyone looks up to and says "This man or woman cannot be beaten on any given day!" There's a reason why you won the belt in the past - you had the spark, the fire, the determination! And I extinguished all of that in the blink of an eye! From this point on, everything I do in the ring is focused on one thing - eliminating the competition before they know what hit them and taking back what I believe to be is rightfully MINE! The title that I hold near and dear to my heart will NEVER go away. I'm going to defend this title with more honor, dignity, and integrity than ever before. All you've done, Bruce Evans, is mocked the title for what it is not and tried to ruin the reputation. That will NEVER happen again, Bruce!

There's a reason why people look at Kain, The King Of Kings, and go "Yeah, he's awesome, he's the guy that is a true representation of what the Internet champion should be!" I'm not remotely kidding! To this very day, I still receive hundreds, if not thousands, of emails and letters claiming the same thing. Of course, you'll receive those harsh critics that believe otherwise, but I don't care. They are merely jealous of what I am capable of and of the success that I've earned with hard work, blood, sweat, and even tears. I'm representing a digital age and I'm here to show off exactly what I can do!

I mean, each and every time I'm on the Internet, it's fresh, new, and original! What exactly have you done, Bruce, that has made yourself capable of being great on the Internet? Here's your answer - NOTHING!

Last time, Bruce Evans, it was all about me. Today, it's still the same thing - it's all about me inside the ring. I have a lot more to prove than you ever will. I'm not a joke. I'm not a fluke! I'm not going to let you, of all people, ruin my dream! Blaze Of Glory IV was just the beginning of my epic rampage that's going to be devastating throughout the annuals of Sin City Wrestling and beyond! My name, unlike yours, is a household name and I'm raking in all the money, fame, and glory that you could possibly dream of! You call yourself the guy that had his mind elsewhere, but the truth is, you've gone soft, you didn't have what it took at Blaze Of Glory IV to take off my crown and you certainly won't be able to do that again either!

So why you? Why did management look at you and say "Poor Bruce Evans, he fought well, let's give him another attempt at the gold?"

It dumbfounds me, to be totally honest! Not that I should take anything else away that happened to you that night. Fact is, I'm surprised by that unexpected announcement and I'm happy for you in that regard. Really, I am! I'm a proud supporter of the gay and lesbian community and people have a right to be happy with the same sex. That is one accomplishment I'll never, EVER take away from you. You earned the right to be happy, so congratulations!

But that's as far as my kindness goes for you. At Climax Control, all bets are off. I'm not going to grant you any mercy. I'm not going to pull my punches. I'm the reason why the SCW Internet championship division shines again and I'm going to make that light shine brighter than any star before it, including YOU! So do me a favor, man, and try not to disappoint me, because all you're going to get is a rude awakening. When it's all said and done, Bruce Evans, I suggest either seeking employment elsewhere or coming up with a new gameplan. I'm sick of having to face the same enemy many times over, for it does not keep me on my toes. Face it, little man, you have NOTHING on me and at Climax Control, a newer, stronger, more confident Kain will emerge from the shadows and prove to not only himself, but to the world why he is that damn good, why he is FIT to represent the digital age, and why SCW will never be the same again. I've proved myself in the Tag-Team and Roulette divisions a long time ago and it's high-time I fly in the skies with my head held high, knowing that everything will be better as time goes by.

You, Bruce Evans, will be the first of many victims to feel the hammer that's about to crush you and end your fragile, worthless wrestling career. Think of it this way - at least you get to spend more time dealing with the nastiness that's going on around you while spending plenty of time with your boyfriend. In that hope, I believe that's the only positive you have in all this. So you may as well give up now and walk away. Should you chose not to? Like Blaze Of Glory IV, it's going to be a long, painful night for YOU!

If anything, Bruce Evans, remember this...after Climax Control, there is no turning back!

For I am Kain...The King Of Kings...and will still be the SCW Internet champion after it's all said and done! For I....HAVE SPOKEN!

 So. This is it. The final part for the first half of my journey. The final chapter to my journey of redemption ends here. After destroying three men, not even Christian himself can deny me the opportunity. I would like to think that he's impressed with what I have accomplished by this time. Yet I have so much to do! The SCW Internet championship belt is the first of many steps. I'm not going down without a fight and I unfortunately suspect that Bruce Evans will be a foolish man and try to take me out of the game for good. If that's the case, then he's about to find out that I'm a man not to be messed with, especially now!

* * *

Chances are, if you were a parent, you would understand.

My oldest two children, Cecil and Rose, were crying their little hearts out. They are both three years old and they hated to see their father go.

There, there, I understand. I'll be gone for a few weeks. But your mother will be here until she has to go to Denmark too. Don't worry. I'll be back soon.

I said this as I knelt in front of them, tapping their heads gently. For awhile, I was enjoying the time that I had with my kids, but I now had a serious matter to be concerned with. When I'm gone, my wife usually handles all of my business affairs. After all, she is my manager and she knows what's best for me and my kids. I trust her with every decision that she makes in my absence.

Cecil: Daddy, daddy! Will you win?

I laughed and made a big smile.

Yes, son, of course I'm going to win. This upcoming win will be for you guys.

I know you will, Daddy. You're going to beat up that guy and win!

Now, now, son, while I'm glad you're encouraging me, this is something I only do for work, not everyday. Keep that in mind, OK? Never use violence unless if you really have to or if it's for work, like what your father here is about to do.

I stopped myself short and looked into Rose's eyes. She was growing up just as fast as Cecil was. Arthur and Lydia, barely a year old, don't have a clue as to what their mother and father does. But when they do, what will they think? Will they approve of what their father is doing as well? I tried to wipe her tears away as Rose planted a kiss on my cheek. Her act caught me by surprise.

Rose: That was for good luck Daddy! I know that you will be able to win against that bad man!

I nodded and smiled before giving my daughter a kiss on the lips. I stood up and looked at my wife, who appeared in front of my door.

Ariel: Kids, make sure to say bye to your father!

I tapped their heads gently and they walked back inside, but not without looking back and waving at me. As they entered inside, Ariel stepped aside to let the driver through, holding onto my bags as he made his way to the back of his limo and stashed them all inside before shutting the trunk door. I tipped him for his service and he, in return, tipped his hat to me. Stepping inside his car, he waited for me patiently.

I walked towards my queen and held her close. She whispered into my ear.

Ariel: I love you with all my heart and soul. Train hard and I'll be with you soon, baby.

She pulled me into a deep kiss, full of love and passion behind it. Breaking it off, I hugged tight before letting go. Stepping to the side of the passenger side, I looked at her one final time and I saw Cecil and Rose emerge and stand next to her. Somewhere in the back, I heard Lydia and Arthur crying, so my wife gently waved at me, as my children did once more, before stepping inside and closing the door behind her. It's very hard to walk away from them each other, I thought, as I stepped inside and closed the door behind me.

The driver backed out of the driveway and left behind my mansion as we made our way to the airport, hoping to catch my flight in time for Denmark, where I will finally get what I wanted since the very beginning of this whole journey...

* * *

My name is Kain. I am The King Of Kings. And the SCW Internet championship you currently possess? It now belongs to ME!

Bruce Evans, make no mistake about it. You literally went through hell and back to retrieve the SCW Internet championship belt for you alone and on that feat, I congratulate you. But that's as far as my kindness goes!

You see, ever since I made my intentions known from the beginning, this is the prize that's been in my sights. For now, forget about the Roulette championship belt or even the top belt, the SCW world-heavyweight championship belt! This is the belt that I crave because I know I can make it better than what you have accomplished with it. I know, for a fact, that when I do get my greedy hands on it, the belt will be more than just the namesake alone. The Internet is going to crash severely when my name trends all over the world, when social media begins a conversation about Kain and all the things that he's achieved in his life to reach this point. In other words, I intend to use the Internet to further my legend and you're the stepping stone towards that greatness that I will once again add under my belt!

You never wanted to see this moment happen in your lifetime, did you Bruce? You never desired to witness a man like me slaughtering the competition that was thrown at him, did you? Fact is, every time I was booked for a match at Climax Control, the only thought I had in my mind was annihilation! Those fools...Lord Raab, Caleb Houston, and JT Midas, all fell victim to the powers I wield. And that frightens you in your nightmares, doesn't it? You cannot destroy the incredible genius and display of strength I summon during my epic battles! You cannot hope to stand against me, for you literally don't have a chance in hell in winning against me.

Isn't the choice now simple? You only have one route to go. The only way for you to walk away clean is by handing me over the SCW Internet championship belt nice and easy. It's that simple!

Of course, since you are indeed a dull beast, you're going to chose the other option - the hard way.

But why?

Why even bother going down that road when I'm fully reformed and at the peak of my powers, Bruce Evans? It's because you believe, deep within your heart and soul, that you somehow do have a chance against me. You are hoping to defy the odds with your powers and you are hoping to slay the monster that's standing before you with ease. You even once claimed to me, on Twitter, that you are going to be extremely violent.

Fool!

Your words don't impress me one bit. Nothing but wasted arrows that bounces off hard armor, Bruce Evans. Nothing in the world that you try to pull will change how I feel deep within my soul about you. All I see in front of me is an enemy that needs to be destroyed, Bruce. You are simply making this a lot harder for yourself than you seem to realize! I can already imagine the hellacious combat that's about to unfurl before our eyes. You are going to try every trick in your arsenal, Bruce. You are going to stomp me good, probably get me busted wide open or maybe break a few bones in my body. But in the end, your effort will be pitiful and all for nothing!

After all, why go against a man that had almost lost everything, but then regained himself and got back what he wanted?

You see, Bruce Evans, this is one of the main differences between you and me. Everything I do while I'm around is for me, but in the end, the money that I make, the decisions that I make, and the beatings that I deliver? It's all for my family. My wife is the queen who I serve with my entire heart and soul and my four children give me hope, strength, and power beyond anything you comprehend at this point in time! When you are given a powerful reason to continue marching on, you know for a FACT that you cannot be beaten! This is what has been driving me since my return at Inception! The moment we looked at each other in the eye, I caught you by surprise, Bruce Evans.

I clapped to genuinely congratulate you for your victory...

Then I motioned around my waist, a mere indication that your title would soon be MINE for the taking!

And it's all because I fight for a greater cause - not just me, but my loved ones! When you have something as firm, resolute, and powerful in your corner, not a single entity on this Earth can crush you that easily! That's one of the many reasons why you will fail in our first and hopefully last confrontation against each other. Do you want to know more about why this match will be as easy as taking candy from a baby?

Here's a few reasons for you to digest.

Any attribute that you claim to have will give you the edge, such as your "extremely violent" tendencies, will be exposed as weaknesses. I'm smarter than you, quicker than you, stronger than you! Up until this point in your career, Bruce Evans, you've yet to take on an opponent that is more than just your equal. Yes, you heard me - MORE THAN JUST YOUR EQUAL! And since you have a hard time understanding here, I'll put it to you simply. I'm BETTER than you in every aspect. I'm far more intelligent. I'm far more skillful. I know the rules of war far better than you do! And I know when and where to strike at the right moments. Consider me like James Bond, if you will - I'm at the right time and at the right place. Everything I do, Bruce, makes all the perfect sense in the world and no matter how hard you try to even me, you will obviously fail in your efforts to topple me.

Make no mistake about it, kid, I don't plan on underestimating you. After all, you somehow were able to claw and scratch your way to victory for the SCW Internet championship all those weeks ago at Inception! But I'm just supremely confident in my chances of destroying you without a flicker of remorse. I know, Bruce Evans, that you were doomed the moment you fell into my sights!

Now, I know, I know. You're going to laugh away at every statement that I've made thus far. I know that you want things to go your way and, unfortunately, you're not going to follow my advice. Instead, you are going to make a stand that's unmemorable and pathetic. You are going to try and take the hardest swings at me possible, because you want to defend a belt. But you have no backbone and I can already see the fear in your eyes.

Yes, you heard me, Bruce Evans - fear is what clearly shines in those eyes of yours.

For weeks, I've been nothing but a nightmare to you. No matter where you try to run or hide, the pumping within your heart will rise rapidly as you see me laughing and taunting you at a far distance. When you sleep, I invade your world and destroy any sense of confidence that you have attempted to muster for yourself and make you wake up in a sweat! Do you really think, Bruce Evans, that I've been doing the same for you? Do you think that I'm scared of you that I would be thrown in the same position that I just described? Sorry, kid, but I don't lose a second of sleep over punks like you. Fact is, kid, I eat punks like you for breakfast and consume them without a second thought or with any kind of hesitation on my part.

As far as Blase Of Glory IV goes? It's a perfect name that's suitable for this PPV, because that's exactly what's going to happen! I am walking into the arena at Copenhagen, Denmark with every intention of becoming the NEW SCW Internet champion and I'm going to walk out as that at the end of the night!

Bruce Evans, I suggest you step up your game. I have all the tools and knowledge in the world to help me win this fight and finally gain gold. You cannot hope to stop a man who built a dream within his heart and soul when he left to find himself a long time ago. You cannot hope to stop a man that regained his sense of purpose and crossed an ocean to win back the most beautiful woman in the world and his four kids, thus bringing them all back to his side. Let's face it, Bruce Evans, you are going to fail miserably. I don't know exactly what kind of retort you are going to throw back at me, but I assure you, pal. I will not be impressed.

I won't stop. I won't retreat. I won't surrender!

Blaze Of Glory IV is going to be MY NIGHT, Bruce Evans. You are the only man that's standing in my way of obtaining gold once again. I'm going to use everything within my power to make sure that my dream is realized at the pay-per-view and there's a damn thing you can do to destroy my chances of gaining what I covet from you!

For I am Kain. I am the King Of Kings....and I...HAVE SPOKEN!

 Lord Raab was easily defeated. It was a prediction that I made earlier before the clash occurred and I got the job done. For a guy that talks in German and tries to act like a badass around me, it pretty much failed. Now I'm one step closer to realizing my dream of seeing gold, even if it ain't the big one. And now, Christian still remains unimpressed and continues to throw another wolf into my path. Fine by me...I'll show this next creature no mercy and continue on my journey of becoming the next SCW Internet champion! My public online awaits their soon-to-be champion and I'm not about to disappoint them anytime soon!

* * *

My family and I walked out of a movie theater in Detroit, Illinois. It was a great weekend with the kids as we saw a family movie, the latest Spongebob Squarepants movie. I admit easily that it wasn't the best film, but the truth is, the kids enjoyed it highly and that's what counts for me. But like with any family, having one can be a challenge and trying to keep them altogether and not letting chaos break is one of the many tasks Ariel and I have to keep doing so that nothing wrong happens.

Making our way to a red van, we got the children inside as they were getting a little bit excited, playfully rough-housing each other. I tried to get them to quiet down as I helped with their individual baby-seats. The cameras were on me and people weren't sure why at first, but a lot of others spoke my name and tried to get my attention. I took a moment to momentarily acknowledge the fans with a simple wave before returning to the task at hand. Cecil was trying for his food that we got earlier in the day (which appeared to be no more), while Rose was too busy engaging herself with another episode of Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. Arthur was playing with his sister in the back. He's the oldest of us now and looks a lot more like us, able to talk. He's four, Rose is three, and the twins, Cecil and Lydia, were around one and a half.

After everything was in place, Ariel got herself into the passenger seat. Right as I opened the door and was about to get into the driver's seat, I heard a familiar voice calling my name.

Kain! Kain! Do you mind if I have a word with you?

I turn and saw "Stoner" Scott Oliver running towards me with a microphone in hand, with his own camera crew following him. I was not happy with this. Why does SCW keep on pestering me on times when I'm with my family? Clearly, Rocky Mountains was a bit afraid to face me this time, so they send another backstage reporter instead. I'm really hoping this guy has a few, short questions for me to answer. Otherwise, I'm not going to be happy all day long.

Although enraged, I somehow managed to keep calm as he approached me.

There you are! I was hoping to catch you before you returned home. Do you mind if you answer my questions?

You can thank Ariel at that moment. She saw how pissed I was and got out of the passenger seat, walking around it and placing a hand in front of me. She was mad too, but not as mad as I was.

Get in the car, honey. I'll handle this man.

Nodding silently, I turned out and entered the driver's seat, shutting the door behind me. I literally looked into the man with eyes of anger and he clearly wasn't calm anymore. Ariel took him away from our car and set him down on one end of the table. She brought out her cell phone, then called me before putting it on speaker and placing it in front of the table. Scott Oliver heard a click, meaning that I had picked up and realized that he was being recorded and I could hear everything within my earpiece. I dare not let the children listen into the conversation, even Cecil, who could somewhat understand what was going on, but was too busy enjoying his time with his baby sister, Lydia.

Ariel sat down and gazed into the poor reporter's eyes.

Why couldn't you just let us walk away in peace? Now you are wasting my time, my husband's time, and most importantly, my children's time. What do you want?

Scott cleared his throat before speaking, trying not to shake heavily in his seat.

I'm simply trying to get his thoughts on his situation. Now that Lord Raab is gone from his sight and Caleb Houston placed before him, what does he feel? Is he not happy about moving up the ladder again?

You know what he's not happy about right now? He's not happy that you had to interrupt his time with the family and so am I! That being said, you're right, he isn't happy! What kind of deluded man is Christian? Does he think that giving him meaningless fights will help improve Kain's mood anytime soon? This is nothing but a temporary setback and Kain, my husband, the love of my life, is going to show this newcomer who exactly he is. He's the greatest of all time, the man that I'm married too, the love of my life! You don't dare insult him with a question like that. No, he's going to be jumping for joy all over the place! OF COURSE he's pissed off at his current predicament! But that's fine by us, we will just continue to go our way and keep on insulting Christian even further by destroying the next opponent that's thrown to us. What other course is left to us, Scott? To sit there and twiddle our thumbs all day long? It doesn't work that way - Kain knows better! Kain got himself up and did all the hard work to get here, including being away from us!

And I'm guessing that wasn't easy for you or the family?

At this point, I saw that Ariel was about to scream in his face. Why even bother asking such a ridiculous question? Ariel was momentarily silent for a moment before answering his question.

What, did you think it would be a walk in the park for me and my family while he was gone? Of course not! Every day, Scott, I wanted him to come back too, but I didn't want to be the man that showed his anger in front of my children and I. So it was VERY, VERY HARD. Not a single day goes by when I didn't think of him. He's the love of my life, as I said, and he wouldn't be granted the position that he's in now if I didn't allow it. It could have been easy to find someone else and be with another man, but it would never feel the same. That's why I played the dutiful wife. Has nothing to do with money. Has nothing to do with keeping our brand intact, Scott. It was my love for him that made me stay, no matter how hard it is. You don't ever ask me that question again, Scott. EVER!

My face softened for a second as I saw her on the verge of tears. Ariel, being the strong woman that she is however, managed to keep herself in check.

Scott took out his notepad from his briefcase and briefly glanced through his notes. Ariel was growing more and more impatient with him. Then he looked up at her as the crowd outside continues to pass by. The sun was shining brightly and birds were singing their voices from above. I could hear them clearly, thanks to the window being down. A few fans tried to get me to their sign autographs and I politely obliged them as I continued to hear the conversation with Ariel and Scott silently. Inside, the kids were screaming. I turned my head and told them to calm down a bit before resuming the task I was given.

So now that he's back, with you and your family, and now that he's back in SCW, tell me. I didn't get your viewpoint on Christian, except for what you just said and I couldn't help but let that statement escape. How do you really feel about the man? Or of Mark Ward?

Like with any corporation, they are our bosses. But just because they sign and deliver the paychecks doesn't necessarily mean we are their puppets either. When Kain came back to me, he told me that one of the things that he's going to do is make sure that he gets his way each and every time he sets foot in the ring. And so far, he's a man of his word on that. He's always been a man of his word, one of the many reasons why I'm still with him. But when guys like Christian slam their fist on the table and try to deny my husband what he wants the most, it's going to irritate the both of us. Alex and I have nothing against our "bosses" personally, but if they continue to go down this path, that's not going to make us happy. Sooner or later, Christian will have to realize the cold, hard truth - that Kain is the biggest badass of them all in the entire SCW locker room. No one will be able to stop him and no one will destroy him easily. In fact, it's going to be the other way around, Scott. He'll be destroying them without a flicker of remorse in his eyes, Scott. If you get in his way, you're done. If any of the men get in his way, he's done, and most certainly if any of the women get in his way, then I'll be there to stop them. None of them have a clue as to how much more powerful Kain came to be when he returned to us. After what you saw between Lord Raab and Kain, I doubt anyone will ever stand a chance against Kain ever again.

OK, but you have to understand something. Caleb Houston isn't a guy to be messed with either. He became a tag-team champion for the first time in his career. I wouldn't want to be that guy that crosses his path in a dark alley. Isn't Kain afraid of him?

She leaned forward, her eyes full of rage as she stared down at him.

Let me ask you a question, since you're on that particular subject. If you were in a dark alley and both of them approached you, who would be the more dangerous of the two?

After shaking hands with the fans and watching them leave, my eyes bore into the man as well. He couldn't help but clear his throat several times. I already knew the answer, but he spoke it out loud anyway as he looked back at Ariel.

Kain.

Nodding with satisfaction, she ended the conversation on our cell phone and rose from her seat, clearly uninterested in this man now. Nothing but a complete stranger in her eyes, just another face that she comes across in her everyday life.

You clearly have a long way to go before you can fully comprehend anything, so let me cut to the chase. Caleb Houston is a minor problem that's going to be dealt with at Climax Control. Kain is eventually going to be the SCW Internet champion and sooner or later, he will be crossing paths with the SCW World Heavyweight champion, which is the real prize in all of this. In this, Scott, we aren't stupid. People are going to keep going and throw us one hurdle after another and we will crush them all. Kain has the wisdom and foresight to see it through to the bitter end and I'm going to be right beside him when he achieves all of his dreams. Christian can do what he wants, but at the end of the day, Kain is going to keep pissing him off and getting his way each and every time he's in Sin City Wrestling. No one in that world is safe. Not even Caleb Houston, who is about to find out what makes Kain such a dangerous man to contend with. Either you are with us or against us. That's going to be a painful lesson for him to learn when it's all said and done!

She begins to walk away from the man, but stops in her tracks when Scott is able to squeeze out one final question out of his lips, despite how terrified he currently is.

I'm guessing the interview is over, but before you leave, tell me. You said that if any woman gets in your husband's way, you will stop them. Does that mean you are planning on joining SCW and seeing what you are capable of in the Bombshells division???

The woman of my dreams simply looked over her shoulder at the man in disgust, but then smiled.

Maybe. Maybe not.

Leaving him to digest those words in his mind, she returns to the van, enters the passenger seat, and closes the door behind her. I started up the van, looked at the family with a huge smile on my face, then took the car out of the parking lot and disappearing down the road quickly as Scott stayed behind and watch. The cameras that are with him witnessed him standing up and trying to get himself back in a state of calm before clearing his throat and exiting through the crowd

* * *

I am Kain. I am known as The King Of Kings. All of you are my royal subjects, so I suggest you pay attention with your ears, look straight into my eyes with yours, and listen to whatever the hell I say!

Roadblocks? Is that what you decided to call my journey so far, Christian? You want to sit on your ass and throw me one pitiful challenger after the next in the hopes of stopping me? You're not understanding the rules here, boy, and it's starting to piss me off bit by bit. I don't like it when people do whatever they can to try and stop me. Are you going to do that too, Christian? Are you going to throw everything into this dilemma, including the kitchen sink itself, in order to solve this problem and sweep it under the rug like nothing ever happened?

Think again! I'm not going to stand there and take constant punishment for your amusement! I'm the guy that pulls no punches and gives everything that he possibly can and I expect to be rewarded  for all of my hard work and due diligence! I expect a title shot to be thrown my way the moment I proved myself. No, let me correct myself, I expect you and Mark to HAND ME the title without questioning it or giving any kind of second thought. I expect to be treated like royalty, like I'm the man around here!

Instead, you had to piss me off even further! First, you throw me a crying bitch that has a problem speaking in plain English, so he has to revert to his language to try and get his point across (not that there's anything with speaking in your own language, just so you know!). And yet, as you clearly saw, I took on your so-called bastion of hope and kicked his ass and took his name to the fucking dry cleaner! Then you have to send me a guy who managed to do the one thing that no one else has done in awhile and that's wrest the SCW Tag-Team championship belts away from his opposition and put it right into his lap!

Do not, for a moment, think that I'm scared by this new challenger. I'm not frightened or intimidated for a second! Christian, is this the next answer that you devised to end this silly, idiotic problem of yours? You want this guy, this JOKE, to try and take me out in full-force?

Don't make me laugh pal! I got bigger fish to fry, but if you wish for me to appease you, fine. I'll kick this guy's sorry ass and leave him writhing in pain on the pavement! You really want me to expose this fraud, this weak, over-confident man and show you why he shouldn't be the Tag-Team champion right now? So be it! But consider the price that's about to be paid for your impudence!

Houston, you have a problem! And that's me, the most incredible, gifted combatant you'll ever face in your life!

MMA? That's your current style? Quite frankly, I've dealt with your type before and I'm not fazed by what you have to bring to the table. I really need to know, Caleb Houston, if you're really up to the monumental challenge ahead of you. This is, quite frankly, the fight of your life! I can look at you and you seem to have an aura of confidence surrounding you, but the truth is, it's really a sense of over-confidence I see. You see, I know guys like you. You expect this fight to be a piece of cake, because I look like, at least in your eyes, nothing but a piece of shit. All you have to do is simply put my carcass in a trash bag and throw me into the dumpster, right? Like it's nothing but a walk from your home to a nearby park, correct?

Boy, if that is truly how you feel about me and your chances of winning this fight, then you will come to discover just how wrong you turned out to be. Sure, you're a tag-team champion, but so am I in the past. I've touched the gold and I've held it for a good while. Unlike you, however, I've felt greatness the moment I was born!

Think I'm just being cocky here? It isn't just a matter of being cocky, it's the goddamn truth! I've entitled myself to a sense of placement and belonging and it all starts with me. Why do you think, Caleb, that I refuse to bow down to anyone on the planet? Why do you think, little man, that I don't play by the rules except for my own?

It's because I'm "God". You see, that may be hard to accept, but that's OK. In time, you'll get to see the genius springing from the intelligence I accumulated, the power that continues to grow with each ounce of strength I use, and the punishment that I withstand with the kind of body physique that men like you aspire and dream of to have, but NEVER WILL.

Already, I can feel your eyes rolling, Christian's eyes rolling...hell, everyone's eyes rolling when they listen to every word I say.

But I care not.

All I care about is what I can accomplish at this moment in time and after the exile and hell I went through for the entire year, I feel SUPER AWESOME. I feel like there's nothing in the world that can stop me.

If I have to feel this bold and dashing in front of the entire world, so be it. If I have to feel omnipotent, so be it. Why should I let the words of any foolish naysayer get to me? Do you think YOU can try to crush me with ease? I doubt it. This match is going to be a contest of everything that we have to offer and I doubt even YOU can attempt to stop my journey and fulfill Christian's wish of never letting me become the SCW Internet champion!

This match, by the way, is not going to be an easy trek for the both of us. I know what's to be expected of me and I have a good idea what you are capable of. You're going to do everything you can to stop me and gain another victory under your belt. That's fine, I want you to be at your best. How else am I supposed to be kept in my toes if I'm given weak competition in the end?

If you say who you think you are and if you truly believe you can defeat me, I urge you to try. Or you could do the right thing and run away. That's really the best course of option, because you do want to be spared a gruesome fate so that you can be in tip-top shape for your next fight with your belt on the line, yes?

If not, I'm going to make it ridiculously easy for the next tag-team to swoop in for the kill like vultures on a carcass in the hot sun! My job, Caleb Houston, is to eliminate all opposition that stand in my way. I'm going to do that, because there's nothing in the world like that feeling of feeling powerful and supreme in front of the entire world.

If someone, like you for instances, challenges that theory and puts it to the test, I'm going to stomp them to the ground, make them my bitch, and force them to understand that I'm not kidding around. Guys like you are a dime and dozen. If you expect me to cave in easily to your pathetic whims, you're sadly mistaken and are in for a rude awakening!

So prepare yourself, Caleb Houston, because at the end of the day, I eat punks like you for breakfast, lunch, snack, even dinner! And if seconds are to be given, I'll gladly chomp your bones and spit them out for the dogs to chew on when it's all said and done! You want to mess with me? You want to try your luck against the greatest fighter to have ever existed? Then step right up and try to deliver a vicious grand-slam, only to fail when I catch the ball at the very last second! I'm walking out of that arena with a victory and gaining myself one step closer to the belt that I've been targeting since my return at Inception!

To Christian, prepare to be disappointed yet again, as I take out this opponent with ease and move on to the next stage of my life and that's championship gold!

For I am Kain...The King Of Kings! And I...HAVE SPOKEN!

 I was tired. I was covered in blood. My body ached all over.

A pair of medics were in the room, trying to repair my wounds as I glanced down at the title, holding it in my hands. The SCW Roulette title. For the longest time, this was a goal of mine that I needed to see accomplished. It was this night that I finally had that goal completed. It made me think of all the hard work and effort that I put into my career thus far...

What was it all for?

While the medics were working on me, I asked one of them to take out a laptop from a suitcase and place it on a laptop before me. She did so and I opened up the screen and turned it on, then I launched Skype and called back home. Someone from the other side opened up the connection and it was then I saw the reason for everything that I'm doing now.

Despite how tired I was, I smiled at the four innocent faces that were facing me, but their faces told me a different story. They saw their father covered in bandages all over his face and were on the verge of tears. Arthur, Rose, Cecil, and Lydia looked into my eyes and saw that their father was tired, beaten up, but happy enough to see their faces. Maybe if Andrew Garcia hadn't brought up my family in a negative light, my fight with him would have ended on a different note. But tonight, he brought out something within me that I don't think could ever disappear; my reason for why I'm fighting. My family. They are the only reason for me to be alive these days...

Why are you following me? Get out of my sight!

My wife's screams brought me out of my reverie. My children were trying to ask questions as to what was going on, but I told them that I loved them and that I would see them soon. Disconnecting from the phone call, I thanked the medics for their services and bade them farewell as they left the room. I put the title on my shoulders and slowly got up from my chair, walking out of the room and into the hallway. There I saw Lisa, the most beautiful woman in the world, engaged in a heated argument with Pussy Willows. I stepped behind her, trying to listen to the conversation, despite the tremendous pain that I was in.

P.W.: See, it wasn't that hard! He came out of the room of his own volition! Look, all I want is a quick interview with him. Can't you see that?

Lisa: No, look at my man! Can't you see that he's not in a talkative mood at all?

I got between both women and gently pushed them away from each other, looking at the both of them. Then I glared fiercely at P.W.

Alex: My wife has a point here, Pussy Willows. I have nothing to say for tonight.

Pussy Willows shook her head stubbornly

P.W.: What? You're not here to gloat? You should be after the massacre that you and Andrew Garcia went through together.

Lisa: What? As if winning the title isn't enough proof for you? He doesn't need to gloat, he already did that the moment he pinned the bastard down for the count.

Alex: She's right. Andrew Garcia gave it all he had and I took him out for the count. Nothing but a coakroach around these parts and if he thinks he's better than me still, then he has a long way to go. I don't need to gloat.

I patted the title on my shoulders as Pussy Willow took a quick glance at it, then looked back at me. I grinned like a fool and chuckled.

Alex: I already won the belt. Nothing more matters to me now except to keep on going.

Lisa: Let's go, honey. I don't think this girl is worthy of my time tonight.

She grabbed my hand and was about to lead me back into the dressing room, but Pussy's next choice of words stopped us short.

P.W.: If you think you're going to take it easy after that battle, think again. I already saw the card for the upcoming Climax Control and the higher-ups already have a dangerous plan for you. They are pitting you against Jericho Hill and Michael Hardy. I wonder what your children would think if they saw their father lose?

Both of us immediately whirled around and my wife instantly got into her face and backed her into a corner, nothing but fear and terror showing in her eyes. I was once in a happy mood, but hearing that last statement almost drove me into a frenzy. My wife pretty much spoke exactly how I was feeling. I was not in the mood, however, to get into anything more physical or damaging when the body needed healing at the moment...

I slowly put a hand on my wife's shoulders and whispered into her ears as I glared into Pussy Willows, then I spoke loudly to her.

Alex: You can talk about anything else you want, but don't you EVER bring up my children again. Do you understand me? You talk about them again and I won't have a problem with Ariel doing what she believes to be right at the moment with you. Got it?

Pussy Willows was clearly shaking in her boots as she nodded multiple times. Ariel loved watching the fear come alive from her opponents when she fought women in her MMA days. Pussy Willows was no fighter and certainly wouldn't have stand a chance against a menace like her. I wonder...would Ariel want to have a change of her...and maybe go after the women's title? After all, she had expressed interest in joining SCW and taking her place as a dominating Bombshell championship in the future. Or was she more inclined to be at home with her kids?

Ariel and I turned away and slowly backed off, entering the dressing room as she smiled wickedly at me. She got her point across. As we slammed the door behind us, Pussy Willows slowly slid down the wall and sat down, clearly shaken up at the scene fades to black.

* * *

Court is now in session! When the king speaks, you better listen!

All week long, I was prepared to make a statement filled with words. Words that were to describe to the faithful audience that listens to me on a weekly basis on how I viciously slaughtered Andrew Garcia, how I ended his pathetic reign and took everything away from him. But then I came to a question that made me stop my efforts...why should I do so? Words, while used to give expression in any kind of emotion you feel is right to use at that appropriate moment, is meaningless. Andrew Garcia is someone that's in my rear view mirror and he's nothing but a insignificant bug that can be crushed at any point in our careers should he chose to face me again. From this point on, I decided that words alone aren't enough - my actions in the ring will speak volumes for me in the ring! That, you witless worms, is what's going to define me in the ring. Whether I emerge victorious or go down in failure is completely up to me and I'm not about to let failure get in the way of my newfound success! After all, I am the new SCW Roulette champion and it is up to me to protect this belt with both my reputation and life! People tell me I'm crazy for wanting to defend the title each and every time I step in the ring, but then they fail to understand the concept of what a champion is in the first place. Forget waiting for a PPV for a title fight, it happens each and every time you step into that ring! So when Mark, Christian, and Erik decide to throw Jericho Hill and Matt Hardy my way for the title, I say BRING IT ON! You boys clearly don't have a clue on what you're up against and believe me when I tell you, my first title defense will be a cinch to get through! Don't believe me now, go right ahead, but in the end, you're not getting anything except for one hell of a loss in your worthless careers!

Truth be told, Jericho Hill, you will never get on my good side. We've already met through the endless wastelands of Twitter, as you and I sparred against each other verbally.  You've yet to make a hell of an impression out of me and I'm completely disgusted with your performance against Rage. Sure, you gave EVERYTHING you had to the poor bastard and yet...you allowed the muscle-bound midget to get the best of you? Even sadder is the fact that the bosses found you impressive enough, after that night, to grant you an honor to face the King Of Kings for the title! Oh how the mighty has fallen! According to the powers that be, you are ultra psychotic. This is a claim that bears some truth, but it really doesn't tell the whole story about you, does it? Just because you have no remorse against your foes doesn't make you out to be the dangerous threat they claim you to be. Rage is just as psychotic as you and he was able to outperform you in every way possible. So it's clear to me, Jericho, that your actions are strong, but they won't be strong enough to take down a guy like me for the Roulette title. Quite simply, Jericho Hill, you certainly have a LONG WAY to go before you earn this title or any other title you deem worthy of your time. I have a feeling that you're going to be a brave soul and try your luck against me in the end, which will gain you nothing and lose everything in the process. So here's a fork in the road with two choices that I bestow upon you; either you make my night at Climax Control a better one and not participate in the fight or get involved in the fracas and I'll destroy you within an inch of your life and force you to earn a nice, permanent stay in the hospital or perhaps at your home. You have seen my matches, Jericho Hill, and you perhaps have studied me to a great degree. That's fine, but you should have spent better time preparing then researching me. I'm better than you in every way, shape, or form and there's no telling what kind of trouble you are in. Of course, that's what you're all about, isn't it? You don't care about who or what you take on as long as you cause damage of sorts. If that's the goal here, mission accomplished, but if it's your goal to win the SCW Roulette championship belt, then you will not finish that mission on a positive note!

Michael Hardy, unlike my first opponent, you actually achieved victory against Duke and have apparently earned the right to face me in combat for the Roulette championship! Good for you, congratulations...but that's as far as you will go. I've read up on your history and have heard stories of your past glories, but tell me something...will that be enough? You took Duke on in a furious battle to the finish and won and that's great. Though I never faced the man, it looks like Duke is no slouch in the ring and somehow, you were able to get by him. But the truth of the matter is very simple, Michael Hardy; you've yet to face anybody like me. Now, granted, I'm not a Wrestling God by any sort of the imagination. I've yet to earn that honor until I secure the SCW Heavyweight Championship in my possession, but I am the King Of Kings and I consider myself to be an indestructible machine that cannot be stopped. I'm currently at the peak of my powers and they continue to grow stronger as I take on guys like you for whatever may be at stake. In your case and in mine, it's the SCW roulette championship. I'd like to believe, Michael Hardy, that you have potential to do something fantastic here in Sin City Wrestling, but when it comes to facing me, you will undoubtedly fail in my mind. I'm one of the most unpredictable warriors you'll ever meet on the battlefield, filled with fire in his heart and an iron-steel determination that possess him to his very core. I won't stop until I win at Climax Control and while you may be just as big of a threat as Jericho Hill possibly claims himself to be, both of you will have one thing in common; you both will lose. I have no intention of giving up the gold anytime soon from guys like you, guys who think their shots are precise and can turn the tables for you and let the outcome play itself out. Life doesn't work that way; you either give it your all or die trying. Andrew Garcia, whom I recently took out for the gold, did not do his job correctly and is once again worthless by all accounts. I hope, for your sake, that you and Jericho do not end up to be worthless causes in my first title defense. Why? Because I need to be challenged and if neither of you win, then my hopes of a challenge is dashed and the opportunity is forever gone. Do your best, Michael Hardy, but in the end, you'll lose just like the rest of them and only I, Kain, The King Of Kings, will succeed!

Granted, I too want the SCW Heavyweight championship in the future, but since I am the new Roulette champion, I may as well take the advantage and give this title something meaningful to represent again. It's been too long since it's been won or lost with clean victories, since it's been obtained through unusual circumstances. By that I mean people have won the title by some outside help or some kind of distraction that allowed them the win. This time, I want to make sure that each and every one of my victories as the Roulette champion be both hard-fought and clean. I'm not here to lose on the first night, I'm here to win every time they give me someone to deal with for the title. It is my job, as your new Roulette champion, to show that I am the real deal around here. Therefore, Jericho...Michael...make no mistake. You both are in for the fight of your lives. You thought you've been in wars a thousand times before and came out alive, whether you were on the winning end or on the losing end. But this is far worse than anything you've ever expected. I'm going to enjoy putting you both out of my path and teaching you both a lesson that neither of you ever forget. I also want our battle to be a message for the entire locker room; that no one will be claiming the SCW Roulette championship belt for A LONG TIME! This badass is here to stay and I don't lay down for any man that wants to fight with me. I'll do what I want, I'll say what I want! My actions, from here on out, will state that loud and clear. Words are a waste of my time and my feet and fists are really the ones that do all the talking! So come in, step into my world, and feel the wrath, pain, and suffering that I'm about to deliver at your doorstep! When you both finally realize, at the end of our battle, that you weren't that good enough for the title, then maybe, JUST MAYBE, you'll be smart enough not to try again, regardless of whether or not you won the right to face me for the title!

For I am Kain...The King Of Kings! And I...HAVE SPOKEN!

 People originally thought I had pulled a Bruce Wayne.

If you’re not kept up to speed in the world of Batman, it’s very simple. Bruce Wayne witnesses his parents being killed at the hands of a mugger named Joe Chill. He swears vengeance on all criminals and uses his fortune to make himself the best in everything he could possibly be, from mastering at least one-hundred twenty-seven martial arts to studying in school on becoming a detective, among other things. Many years later since his parents’ death, he makes his back to Gotham and eventually transforms himself into the Dark Knight, a symbol of justice against those who hurt the innocent.

I’m nothing like Bruce Wayne though. I never inherited my parents’ money. I never swore revenge against those who killed my parents. The only similarity I share with the fictional hero is that I earned what I wanted out of my life in the end, even if it means fighting at an early age to get there.

All I knew, at the time, was simple brawling. After disappearing from my family’s home, I immersed myself in the world of underground fighting at the age of thirteen, a year after my parents died. I fought on guys either taller or shorter, it didn’t matter to me. It was always in different areas of Detroit, always held in cage matches or in a circle. All you had was your brain and brawns to see the matter through. And that’s what I had, not to mention my opponents. All we could is just punch, kick, and knee each other at extremely vulnerable points, hoping to take one of us down quickly before we got injured or worse. At the time, I didn’t know martial arts, but did pick up a few tricks when I watched other fighters. Taking what I learned from them, I merely borrowed it and combined it with a style that’s my own and eventually, I was getting somewhere, to the point of where I remained undefeated, no matter what the odds were.

But..I wanted to learn more.

One time, during the daytime, I stumbled upon an old, brown building that was two floors. I looked up above the entrance and saw a sign that said “Mr. Chang’s Karate School.” This, I decided, would be one of the many martial arts that I swore I would master on my own so that I could make myself to be an efficent, but deadly opponent to all that got in my way in my days in the underground world of fighting. I opened the door and stepped inside as a bell echoed a single sound.

Closing the door behind me, I looked around. It was a large room with a lot of gym equipment and a few punching bags suspended in a few corners of the room. At the center was an older gentleman, dressed in a white gi with a black belt tied around his waist. I watched him practice  what looked like a choreographed dance, which consisted of a series of mixed punches and kicks, sometimes even done while spinning or even in the air. I took a brief glance to my left and saw that his shoes were on the floor, so I took off my shoes and socks and placed them next to his before stepping on to the mat. All I had wearing, at the time, was a black Slayer t-shirt and blue shorts, but I was starting to define my physique to the point of where I could have called a badass and it would have been completely legit. I made sure that, with the right exercise and eating, I started to grow my body in what every man would want and what every woman in the world would want to be around with in the future.

In any case, I stepped onto the mat and waited for the man to stop and recognize me. He finished up his little session and turned to face me. He was an old man by this point, with a gray beard and mustache. He was smaller than I was, about 5’2, but I could feel his massive energy surrounding the room. It’s like he had a major presence that couldn’t be ignored, the kind of energy that a major celebrity would give when they walked into the room and no one would be able to ignore it.

Who are you?

I stepped forward, a little scared, but a bit nervous, perhaps even excited. I stopped within a few feet and nodded to him.

My name is Alex. Alex Grayson. And I’m here to learn the martial arts.

For what reason?

I shook my head at the old man.

That is none of your business, old man.

The old man studied me silently, but with serious intent, as if to figure out what I am really after.

Actually, ever since you stepped foot in here, you made it my business to know.

Without warning, he suddenly grasped my left wrist and threw me to the ground. I wasn’t even expecting the attack at all, but it was so quick, so fast, that I didn’t have time to act on my own. I landed on my back, but rose up quickly, turned around, and got into a boxer’s stance. The man nodded at me.

You may call me Mr. Chang, or Sir. You weren’t ready for that move. Even though it’s none of my business, I can feel your anger. What exactly are you angry about?

Seeing my parents in my head drove my next action. Growling with rage, I tried to throw a right hook at him and he again threw me to the other side, as if I was a toy block flung to the far side of the room. I landed hard and groaned in pain as he stood over me and spoke.

For the next one hour, I want you to try and attacking me. By doing so, I’m going to find out whether you are strong enough to deal with me and what I possibly have planned for you, as far as your Karate studies are concerned. But if you can’t handle it, I’m going to throw you out on the streets and you will never step foot in here again, Mr...Grayson. You understand me?

I nodded and he took a few steps back as I did a kip-up. We stood at a short distance, facing each other. For the next hour, I tried everything within my arsenal, doing anything I can to hit him at least once. Despite his smaller stature, however, he was able to deflect all of my attacks and toss me around, like a cat toying with his prey. Of all the fighters that I’ve been tangling with, either muscle-bound fools that relied solely on their strengths or those who knew a little of the martial arts, this man was far beyond anyone I encountered at this point in time. I was bloodied and bruised, a few of my teeth were even knocked out! But I wouldn’t give this man the satisfaction that he won. I wanted to stay here. I wanted to learn from him.

At the end of the session, I was on the ground for the last time that day. He stood before me and leaned over with his hand. I eagerly accepted it and we both sat down, in front of each other. Silence followed for what seemed like an eternity before I said something.

You want to know why I’m angry? Let me tell you a story.

By the end of that conversation, he took me on as a student. I never told him of my fights at the underground. He would be one of the many masters I would learn throughout the years.

* * *

Excuse me, Mr. Grayson? Mr. Grayson?

The flight attendant’s words snapped me back to the present. I looked over to my right and saw a tall, blonde female with curious, blue eyes looking deep into mine.

There is a video that SCW sent you. Would you like to see it?

SCW? It took me a second to recognize the name, but I silently nodded. Taking out a remote, from her pockets, she pressed the “ON” button and a TV monitor before me appeared. The screen flared to life and I was shown an image of a moving man. My fists knotted with rage as I leaned forward.

Please leave, madam. I need to be alone.

She nodded and moved away as I watched Andrew Garcia, the man who I am booked to face for the SCW Roulette title, flare to life. Ariel joined me by my side during the middle of the promo, but I was zoned out. My teeth gritted and my features were as hard as cobblestone as he laid out his relentless assault on me, though brief. Once the promo was done, I considered everything he had to say…

Then I laughed and shook my head back and forth.

I can’t believe he had the gall to call you someone that wasn’t SCW heavyweight championship material!

I picked up the two twins, Arthur and Rose, and placed them on my lap as they were giggling away.

What is all this, Brokeback Mountain? Do I need to see a flashback of two guys gazing somewhere and wanting to take a picture? Please! I honestly do not have time to think about stupid moments like that. if they want to cuddle together in bed nearby a fire, I don’t care. Casey Williams has been non-existent since the day he arrived in SCW and hasn’t made much of a dent around here and the same will be for Andrew Garcia, who clearly is a man of delusions and idiocy!

Lisa, also known as Ariel, my beautiful wife, nodded at me as she had her hands full with our other children, Cecil and Lydia, who were napping quietly. It made me wonder, as a father, if I am able to still handle the day-by-day basis of being a dad while fighting for my job all the time. Could I handle the stress that it gives me? It’s a personal battle that wages inside of me everyday. I don’t like the idea of disappointing my children, especially when they are old enough to know their father and who he was before he became who he is now. Would they be disappointed or proud of their father? I wonder….

Still, doesn’t that fact bother you?

What, that Andrew Garcia said I wasn’t SCW heavyweight championship material?

She nodded.

Sure it does, because I know I belong in that picture and the fact that management continues to deny me an opportunity to destroy Simon Jones’s life for the title enrages me. But he’s wrong about one thing though; I don’t bitch to management. The only thing that I’ve said that they pissed me off, but I would use my rage to my advantage. Clearly, Andrew Garcia has NO CLUE on how to handle the affairs of something high-caliber as the SCW heavyweight championship! It’s going to take eons before that boy grows a pair and actually does something about it. The fact that he’s content to be in second place is ridiculous at best. Even if I won the Roulette title, a part of me will be happy, but not completely. I still want to be at the top of my game, Lisa. Nothing else in the world matters…

Thinking what I said a second ago, I cleared it up.

...except for you and the kids, of course!

She smiled that beautiful smile that made me fall in love with her all those years ago.

I know what you meant, baby, but it’s hard to believe him. He says to the world that he’s willing to admit his mistakes and all, but at the end of the day, won’t he be the one to cry and moan about it if things would not go his way? Isn’t that what everyone else does? I mean, we complain, but not as much as the others do. We have a right to voice our opinion, speak our own mind, and have ourselves be heard. But unlike Andrew Garcia, Alex, you bide your time and you wait until the reward is handed to you, then you make the most of it.

While that’s true, Lisa, in some battles, I didn’t come up the way I did, but I’m fine with that. Do you know why?

She looked at me quizzically.

Because every defeat I go through, it makes me learn and overcome the obstacles that are thrown my way. That’s why I know, for a fact, that Andrew Garcia is ripe for the taking, you know? Doesn’t matter if I fought with him or against him, Lisa, but Andrew Garcia is the kind of guy that will deliver everything he has and unfortunately come up short. Sure, he’s had a few lucky nights for himself, such as winning the SCW roulette title, but it no longer matters. Chaos In Cape Town is coming and I plan on erasing him, making him nothing but a forgettable memory.

Cecil was crying for a second, so I gently tried to soothe him with calm, baby talk as Rose was sleeping peacefully in my left arm. Looking up at my wife, she kissed me without any hesitation or doubt within her mind.

She knew I would get the job done at the PPV. She knew that my words would back up my action and that I would be the next SCW Roulette champion.

* * *

All along, I knew the truth!

You were born a pathetic failure for everyone to see and that truth was quite evident not too long ago, Andrew Garcia. The man who somehow got lucky in earning himself a championship belt in the Roulette division failed to get the job done. I wipe my hands clean of this filth once and for all and I now vow vengeance for everything crime he committed against me! Do you have ANY idea how worthless and embarrassing you turned out to be, Andrew? I told you to do your job and that I would do mine! I did everything in my power to stay on top of the game and keep us alive, but I made the mistake of tagging you in that night. Quite frankly, I should have stayed in and kicked their collective, sorry asses without your help, because you were caught in a position that you could have easily gotten yourself out of it and you showcased nothing but a poor, weak effort on your behalf! What does that exactly say for everyone around the world that’s watching? It’s telling all of us that, despite you winning the Roulette title on April 27th, 2014, a new champion needs to be crowned. It needs to be someone that will take this place to greater heights unlike any other man that has held it in the past. It also needs to be someone who is tougher, stronger, and much, MUCH better in every aspect of the game! Who better than the man that’s fit to challenge you for the Roulette title? That man is me, Kain, The King Of Kings! And no, Andrew, that’s not a false title. That’s not a false name that I carry around my shoulders! It’s a name that I’m proud to wear, win or lose, because at the end of the day, I expect EVERYONE to bow down to my supremacy and say “Yeah, he’s definitely king around here!” You, the unfortunate victim, are about to suffer not just the biggest defeat in your entire career, but I promise you, you’re going to lose that title and if I’m not in a generous mood at all at Chaos In Cape Town, your career will be over permanently! See, you asked for this match awhile back, so the only one that should be taking responsibility for both your future loss and the Roulette championship title is YOU. YOU, Andrew Garcia, the sole pupil of that other worthless ant, Casey Williams. Another failure, another cockroach that obviously got stomped out and was forced to make a quick retirement from the game. I expect that you will handing me over that title shortly, because I’m the only one, around here, that’s fit to wear that belt around his waist and all you’ve been doing is holding it and shining it up really nice for me to wear. You’re nothing but a placeholder, a “key holder”, so to speak. Your job is to get your ass kicked all over Chaps In Cape Town and and give me my belt. After all, IT IS MY BELT! And you won’t be in such a lucky position to wear that title EVER AGAIN!

See, knowing how stupid and predictable you are going to be, you’re going throw at me this little fact; that you beat Brother Grimm for the title and I didn’t. That fact, as I said recently, is irrelevant and no longer matters! Just because you’ve beaten one guy for one belt...is that supposed to be such a massive accomplishment in your soon-to-be short career as a champion thus far? Let’s get something straight, nobody is that impressed with that feat. Anyone, Andrew Garcia, can simply roll into town, challenge some old-timer for a belt, and if you’re lucky enough (like how you were, by the way), you would win the title. Sure, it helps to boost your credentials in a positive light, but let’s not kid ourselves here. Do we, as in really me, see you as someone worthy enough of challenging Simon Jones or whoever the Heavyweight champion is at that time? No! Even more importantly, can we see you beat them for the Heavyweight championship? I doubt it! See, for all your small improvements around here, Andrew Garcia, I doubt it will amount to much. I’m sure that it’s been a dream of yours, just like anyone else; to climb on top of that mountain and to stay there for all eternity. But as you’re going to find out, first hand, title reigns do not last long around here. Few are lucky enough to escape one battle after the next with win after win after win and somehow stay there until someone that’s better than them finishes them off. I’ve yet to see a gentleman or a lady, for that matter, hold on to their respective belts for a long time and then lose it. Why should it be any different with you, a joke, a peon, a nobody that doesn’t belong here? I can safely guarantee you this; the only way you’re making out of our match alive is by either luck or with some help from your allies within the Hot Stuff International stable. Make no mistake about it; neither aspect will be enough to save you. This match is going to be both dangerous and brutal and although I’ve witnessed your work personally, it does little to impress me enough to respect you. You’re not an exciting prospect around here, to tell you the truth. In fact, since I mentioned Hot Stuff International, I honestly don’t understand what in the fucking hell Mark Ward even sees in you. Didn’t the “almighty” Casey Williams tell you the time that he challenged Mark Ward and was rewarded with an ass-kicking of a lifetime? Maybe when I strip you of the title at Chaos In Cape Town, that’s when Mark Ward will see things truly different about you and relieve you of your status within the group. Because quite frankly, Andrew, you’re just like any other fighter I’ve encountered in my career, whether it’s been in the underground world of fighting or in the world of professional wrestling; you do your best, you stick by your worthless gimmick, and you’re either a success or not. For the time, you are admittedly successful, but only in the rarest moments, when you’re actually able to demonstrate flashes of skill and luck. This time, however, I’m about to destroy everything that Andrew Garcia represents and bring back the title; the Roulette title!

Ah yes, the Roulette title. Even if I have to play second fiddle to the SCW Heavyweight championship, I don’t mind holding back a title that should have stayed with me. Max Burke, unfortunately, wrested away my title awhile back and even defended it successfully. Now that he’s no longer champion, I don’t have to worry about him. All I have to worry about is you, Andrew Garcia. See, I’ll give you a little bit of credit; no matter what people like me do to you, you’re able to never quit or give up. I’ll grant you that, but that’s going to end now. How will it feel, Andrew, when I take away the one title that means everything to you? I know that’s going to be one heart-to-heart conversation you’re going to have with your “mentor” when it comes to that deep, insightful question. Trust me when I tell you, you’re going to feel deathly afraid because I’m the one man, on this planet, that has the power to either let you keep the title or have it be gone within seconds before your very eyes could blink! So, really, I’m not that completely worried about you, because you’re going to be an easy challenge. You’ll give it everything you have against me, Andrew. You’re going to maybe break a few of my bones, maybe bust me open, maybe hit me with multiple chair shots. You’re going to do whatever it takes to make sure that you escape with both the win and the title still around your waist. I know that’s how you function and I won’t be surprised when you resort to cheap tactics. Is there any nobility or honor in that plan of yours, “honorable warrior?” And if that all that fails, you’re going to probably “Orange Hulk” up and beat me easily with one or two slams with your “Orange Fists”, aren’t you? Don’t make me laugh, Andrew! I’m not going to underestimate you by any means, but that still doesn’t mean that you’re going to make me work hard as much for the Roulette title. Truth is, the only hard part about all of this is the fact that this match is contested under Roulette rules, which means that any match can be given to the both of us and we have to deal with the rewards and consequences of it. Other than that, Andrew, this is going to be obviously a painstakingly easy effort to wrest the belt away from you, like taking candy from a BABY! It’s that simple, Andrew Garcia. You want to stand there, act so tough and mighty, acting like nothing in the world can stop you, but when you do confront reality, reality is going to hit you like a ton of bricks and the only thing left staring you in the face, other than the lights, is the truth. Truth is, you’re not as good as you think you are. Truth is, your time with the belt will be completely forgotten. Truth is, maybe this gig as a whole isn’t as good as you believe it to be in the end. It’s time for you to go back to the drawing board and come up with a better plan than this, because I am not going to stand by any longer and watch as you continue to be the Roulette champion around here. It is my job, not to mention my destiny, to create a new era of supremacy and greatness that no one, including and/or especially you, would ever be able to duplicate! You can try to do anything it takes to knock me out of the game, Andrew Garcia, but you’re going to hate me, because I’m going to continue getting back up, grit my teeth with rage, and pummel your worthless hide into submission until the job is finally complete, the belt being around my waist, and you given NOTHING rewarding or satisfying with the exception of a beating you so richly deserved to have for months now. No belt to cling onto, no clean win or submission to gain over me, just the cruel reality that a man like me can kick your ass in any given day of the week and leave you hurting like the little bitch that you are!

Now, all that being said, Andrew Garcia, I want you to give it everything you have against me. I want to feel every punch, every kick, every move, whether it be a submission or a grappling move. I want to experience the rage and pain that’s Andrew Garcia at your best. This is your last chance to make one hell of an impression on me, a way to redeem yourself if that’s even remotely possible. After that, there is no going back. There are no excuses, no doubts, just the cold-hard truth staring at you and me in the face! Because as far as I’m concerned, Andrew, I’m going to do everything and anything within my power to ruin your dream and cut your journey short! So continue to taunt me from a distance, Andrew Garcia! Do you REALLY think you can take me on with all your heart and soul? That’s fine by me, go right ahead! But understand the one, fundamental difference between you and me, one of the many reasons why this match at Chaos At Cape Town will be your total downfall….you put yourself in a position where you challenge me, a challenge I have accepted from a man who offers little to no talent and has to ride on the cocktails of Mark Ward just to get somewhere in life! I, on the other hand, have never stayed in a stable for so long (in fact, I only joined one side, but it was over in a flash before you know it) and have always stayed true to the side that I always count on and that’s mine! Another difference, I suppose, is the fact that you don’t have the balls to say and do what you please because you are nothing more but a cowardly little bastard that seeks approval from his mentor or his boss to get somewhere else in life. Me? I say what I want, do what I want, and can kick anyone’s ass without a second thought!  I abide no rules and I play the game that favors my odds all the time. That’s what makes me so dangerous, Andrew Garcia. I’m alone in all of this and a man that has nothing to lose, at this point in time, is a man that cannot be defeated so easily. You have placed restrictions upon yourself whereas I broke those chains the moment I started fighting all those years ago. All your heart and soul will do nothing to contain the growing fire that’s within me. For all your “Orange Hulk” BS, you certainly don’t want to see this animal pissed off. Unfortunately for you, you crossed that line. You asked for this match, Andrew Garcia, and in doing so, the only blame that’s to be given around here is to yourself. I accepted this match because it’s simply a matter of proving who the better man is, but all you did, you worthless tool, is provided me an opportunit of a lifetime. That opportunity, Andrew Garcia, is to become the second-time Roulette champion in my career and I’m going to kill two birds with one stone at Chaos In Cape Town! I highly suggest you take every precious moment, from here on out, to cling onto that title of yours, because I’m coming to get it and there’s not a place on Earth that you can hide from me!

For I am Kain...The King Of Kings! And I…HAVE SPOKEN!