The scene opens up on the Sun Princess, the cruise boat that will house one of the biggest PPVs of the year, Summer XXXtreme III. The cruise is filled with fans, journalists, and the SCW staff and crew. Everyone on board is preparing for the pay-per-view in their own way, but now is the time for some fun. Kain, the SCW World Heavyweight champion, is having fun in their public pool on the shallow end. Ariel, dressed in a sexy, red bikini,  is lying down on a white bench, gazing at her family and children.

This is heaven to her. Moments like this are to be treasured in her mind. This is all she ever wanted, but with Kain being away on multiple occasions, champion or no champion, she wondered how much more can she handle? Each and every time he is gone, she is left up to the task of caring after her children. Certainly, she can do the job on her own, but it just isn't the same without him in her life either. She can't have it both ways, so Ariel has decided to stay by her man's side, but she will also let him know what's on her mind about this situation every now and then. Kain would, of course, agree with her, but what if the passion for this game takes over and he decides to abandon the family in favor of Sin City Wrestling and the money and fame it offers?

Of course, that's the negative voice speaking inside her head...

May I have a moment with you?

Ariel was snapped out of her reverie when she glanced upward to her left side and saw Pussy Willows approaching. Like Ariel, she was also in a bikini, but the color were in purple fashions, as she also lied down to a white bench. Ariel's hands clenched into fists as she tried to control her rage. How dare her...this insolent reporter to infringe on her time with the family. Although Kain was distracted with the kids, she can imagine him not being pleased if he saw Pussy Willows right about now...

Can't you see that my family and I are trying to relax and enjoy the down time I have with them? Are you here to ask me about the match that my husband is about to have with with Sean and Simon?

That can wait, Ariel.

Both women are also wearing sunglasses, but it was Lisa who took them off and stared at the news reporter in shock. Pussy seemed unfazed by this, however, and continued to look at the happy family that's playing in the pool.

I look at your family and even though I'm just a news reporter, I always wish for something like that. A husband that would love and adore the ground I walk on and children that would happily call me "Mother." Why can't I have what you have?

Why haven't you? You are a grown woman by this point, Pussy Willows. Shouldn't you be going out there, dating men and seeing where your interests lie? Only when you find your soulmate will things finally fall into place. Before I met Kain all those years, I was a young, strong, independent woman that thought she never wanted commitment. I dated a lot of men, who turned out to be jerks that wanted to get inside my pants and while there were others that expressed genuine interest in me, something was missing and I didn't connect with them. But once I saw Kain, everything changed. He was everything I wanted in a man and much more.

Pussy Willows looked at Ariel and shook her head briefly.

I suppose that your advice is sound and I'll more than certainly try to implement it in the near future. I guess I'm still waiting for that one person to come into my life...

Before she could comment further, Ariel stopped her completely.

I'm sorry, but your love life doesn't interest me further. As of right now, the match with Sean and Simon is of prime importance. That's why we are truly here, isn't it? You want to know what Kain will do to those challengers. What is his gameplan, right?

Pussy simply nods.

See, even if I know the man from top to bottom, I can't reveal it to you.

Why not?

Ariel shrugged her beautiful shoulders and looked away and saw that Kain now sees them while in the middle of playing with his children, his face expressionless for a few moments before he turned away and was once again smiling and laughing with his four kids.

That man is unpredictable and he's the master of many fighting styles and that's why I know that he's going to win. Sean and Simon can try to pull everything in their arsenal to win this battle, but in the end, Kain is the man of the hour. Simon may have heart, Sean may have determination, but neither possess both at the same time. Kain does - he has the heart to see it through and the determination to make sure that the fight is ended in the result that favors him the most. So that's why I can't tell you his plan - because it's already in his head and to try and spoil the fun would ruin the surprises that he has been waiting to reveal for the PPV. He's a champion for a reason and despite the loss to Lord Raab, I know my husband will return even stronger and take the fight to both of those men and win.

I see. But I hope you're not underestimating either man though?

Of course not, Pussy. We both know that Simon and Sean are dangerous and are not to be messed with. Anything can happen and both Kain and I are realistic at the possibility of him losing. But at the same time, it is Kain's time to shine, Ariel, and if he plays his cards right, he's going to show the world why he's good at what he does. He's going to win and he's going to be the champ once more. Sure, it's not going to be an easy day at the office, Pussy, but consider this - would Kain have it any other way? He loves a fight! He loves challenges in his life and he is willing to take them all head-on. Does Sean do that? No! Does Simon? My gut instinct tells me that he's a bit wild and crazy, but I feel that his intentions may be, for the most part, pure. That doesn't mean he's less dangerous however. Thus, Kain will be cautious and will not do what you believe is going to happen. It won't. It can't. He's going to enter the fire with a careful battle plan that's already wrapped in his head and when he's finished, he will be the last man standing in that man with the belt on his shoulders and not the other way around...

That seems like a good answer to me. I'll take my leave now. I'm sorry to have disturbed you and your time with family.

She got out of her seat and was about to start walking away when she abruptly stopped and turned around. Ariel gazed at her while putting back on her dark sunglasses, waiting for the reporter to speak.

I just wanted to say...thank you for the advice earlier.

She turned away and disappeared into the crowd as Ariel looked back at Kain and hungrily licked her lips as Kain emerged from the water and was showing off his body for Ariel to adore. He walked over to his queen and planted a kiss on her lips.

What was that all about?

She shook her head at the man and the two looked at their children, who are still playing in the shallow pool.

It was nothing. Nothing at all.

* * * * *

You both answered back. I now give you my retort in full!

Let's start with you, Sean, the man with the big mouth around here, still pretending to be living in a dream state!

It's funny, Sean, you keep dancing in the same circles, over and over again. Do you really think it's going to be that easy? You're the fool that's standing in the rain, convinced of every notion that the title will be easy for you to regain. That's not happening anytime soon. In fact, Sean, that's not even possible. You shouldn't even consider the scenario to begin with!

Sean, let me explain something to you. You didn't become the SCW Heavyweight champion through legitimate fashion. You may as well sit there and argue that you utilized the briefcase to your advantage and got the win. That argument would have been perfect except for one tiny flaw - you screwed both Gabriel and I in the process. You did not beat either one of us in a match that tested our abilities to the limit and you did not make either one of us pinned. All you did was try to bribe me with money and when that failed, you knocked me out with the briefcase to give Gabriel the win via disqualification, but then you turned the screws loose on the poor man and embarrassed him. I hardly call that fair, but then again, that's exactly the man you are, isn't it?

Duplicitous. Clever. Insane. Self-destructive, perhaps?

You have clearly proven yourself to be a man of desperation. I haven't. You called me someone that tried to pass off as a good guy? Then why it is that I never did anything to Gabriel before the start of our last clash? It's because I've done NOTHING WRONG to the man. YOU HAVE! I'm a good guy in life as well, or haven't you seen that yet? Haven't you seen how I interact with the fans on a daily basis? Have you seen, you poor, pathetic, misguided cretin, on how I've granted wishes with the young and have given them hope? You see, it's more than just entering the ring and proving to be a world champion each and every night.  I see the world champion title as a way to extend my goodwill and gesture to the rest of the world. This is not a fake manuever on my behalf - I'm no politician. I don't lie, cheat, and steal my way in the high road. That's something YOU DO, each and every time!

Bingo, the rest is history? Unfathomable! See, that's all you are - a machine that's capable of no emotion or feeling. All you ever see, from the SCW Heavyweight Champion title, is a way to amass a greater fortune than before and to gain more fame. You see it as a way to cause others pain and misery. Should any of us have to suffer this boring, dismal routine from you time and time again? No one, especially me, wishes to see the "Mental Rapist" live up to his name once more and rape our minds with your presence on the screen, with you gloating like a cackling fiend in the dark. You are not as powerful as you claim yourself to be and you're certainly not someone worth handing over the title to. See, that's the other you don't understand, so let me explain it to you. I am, at this point in time, the man to lead the job because I represent Sin City Wrestling to the highest ability. Few men are capable of this in our world. Are you? No. Not by a long shot! Your presence doesn't necessarily promise PPV buyrates nor will it rack in millions of money. To do this successfully, Sean, you have to prove yourself to be the best, even when you face a minor loss in the grand scheme of things. Do you honestly think you can wrest the belt away from me with one snap of your fingers? Sean, you are a delusional man to even consider that notion in that head of yours!

And I should also mention that you need to stop pointing the finger and blaming things on somebody else's shoulders.

Christain is YOUR boss. It doesn't matter if you like the man or not. You follow his orders and you do what you're told. Otherwise, you'll have nothing left except for a pink slip to show for it. He corrected an injustice that YOU created from the very beginning. As I said before, what Gabriel did to you was of his own making and I have NOTHING to do with it. It's not like we closed doors and discussed a plan before hand, Sean. I'm not the cowardly man that you perceive me to be in the slightest. I'm as tough as they come and although I admit that you got me a few times...

This is where the games end between you and me. You want the belt back? Stop being a pansy-ass BITCH and fight like a man for Christ's sake! Maybe, JUST MAYBE, you'll come to understand what it REALLY takes to be someone special or great around here! Oh wait...nevermind, the truth has been with us since the beginning. Let's face it, Sean, you'll NEVER accomplish that feat ever again. Not in this lifetime, so I honestly hope you're ready for the plug to be pulled. I'm going to feast your corpse and stand over you once again, knowing that I'm the man of the hour and there's nothing you can do to save yourself this time.

I'm not a fraud. I'm not a trick. I'm not anything you delude yourself to believe of me. I'm a man.

You're not.

Now that I'm done wasting my breath on an insignificant ant like you...

Simon.

You don't need to recall the history that's between us, but now the world knows our story in any case. We have fought each other a couple of times. I did defeat you, for sure, but it was by your hand that caused the outcome that wasn't clear enough. Maybe now, Simon, you have learned the errors of your ways and have come back with a different mindset. A different attitude, if you will. As I said before, things have changed around here and the changes you will witness will not be pleasant to begin with.

Family is important to the both of us and maybe that's the drive you and I need to settle this next battle of ours. You want to see your daughter beam with pride and watch as her father goes after the gold. I understand this and I'm in total agreement. My two sons and two daughters, when they come of age, want to understand and acknowledge the fact that their father did everything he could to be the best man he can be at the job. That's why you and I have a lot in common here and perhaps a lot at stake as well.

I commend you though, Simon. You have traveled this far and somehow snuck your way in to the main event at the PPV.

This time, however, I must re-engage you in full combat and to see victory at hand. I cannot allow you to pass with a win in your hand.

Trust me when I tell you - you are a bit rusty in your skills as a wrestler and I don't think you've kept up with the madness that has taken place since your hiatus. That's the difference between you and me, Simon Jones. Despite everything I went through with my family, I HAVE kept up with all the shows and watched the news that dealt with Sin City Wrestling while I was training and growing as both a fighter and a person. This wasn't just about me spending time away with my family or even with them when I returned, Simon, this was about finding myself in the process and re-discovering who and what I am. Have you done that while you were spending time with your girl, with your daughter? Or are you still the same man that left the place and haven't changed much?

That's part of the reason why I'm both anxious and excited for this match - to see if you still have what it takes, after all this time, to see if you are what you claim to be. A changed man.

But will that be enough for you to take the gold? Will it be enough for the win?

It was eluded earlier that one man has determination. The other man has heart. You carry the latter. But I don't think you have the former. Not at this moment. In fact, I see you as a man that wants to desperately prove himself in this fracas and will have little to show for it in the end. What will it gain for you, Simon Jones? Can you really surprise us all and dethrone me for the World Heavyweight championship? Yet another question to throw into the fire, Simon, and only you are capable enough to answer it. But I already know the answer from a distance. It's not going to happen. Chances are, you'll end up being the SCW Heavyweight Champion as some point in the future, but the PPV will not shine on you. It won't make you great, it won't make you significant. It will make you a broken, beaten, scarred man with his pride broken. The championship gold is mine to keep at the end of the day.

You and Sean will have one thing in common at the end of the night. Both of you are going to be gazing at my gold and wondering why you both failed at the end of the night. It won't be my fault, Simon. I've done the job correctly. I will be one step ahead of the game and I will prove myself to be the mightiest warrior of them all. Don't get me wrong, Simon, I commend you for your effort, but I won't be underestimating you either. You have proven yourself to be a dangerous foe to contend with, so I have to do what I can to outsmart you in our battle and hopefully, Simon, you and I can seek out the answer that we want to that question.

Who is the better man?

Is Sean the better man indeed?

Are you the better man?

Or are you both not and that I was right all this time?

In due time, Summer XXXtreme III will be my time to shine in the spotlight. At the end of the night, boys, the title will be brought back to the King Of Kings and everyone will have witnessed a glorious, but bloody battle. No more games. No more talks. I have something to prove to you both and to everyone else and I intend to see that through to the bitter end. My time as the SCW Heavyweight Champion will continue to go on and both of you will be brought back to the bottom of the food chain and you will no doubt be waiting for your turn again. But it won't happen very quickly - not for a very long time. I am tired of the games that Sean plays and I'm tired of men like Simon that think they can just walk all over the place and demand a rematch that was given freely. I'm going to end it all and neither one of you will EVER doubt me again.

For I am Kain...

The King Of Kings!

And I....HAVE SPOKEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  

 The man known as Alex Grayson sat down in his locker room, unable to move anywhere else. He stared at the one title that he pursued for so long. He wanted to be alone for a bit, recalling the events that led up to this moment and the match that gave him the win.

Kain was going to be a busy man for a long while.

But then he thought of his family, the one priority in his life. Would his family be able to understand the necessary work he's going to put into this effort? It's no longer about the money for him, he's a rich man. But he doesn't want to be separated from his family either.

He looked up and saw Lisa enter the locker room, closing the door behind her. She took a chair and placed it across from her man and saw that there was pain in his eyes. She took his hands that were holding the belt and gently held them, looking straight into his eyes as she spoke.

What's wrong, baby? I can see in your eyes that something is troubling you.

Here he was, trying to stay strong and independent. But when it came to his wife, there would be no secrets hidden from each other. He looked at her, already in a state of confusion.

Do you see this title, sweetheart? I'm going to be a very busy man for awhile, but I'm worried about our kids.

She nodded.

After everything that we went through, I do not want us to be away from each other for long periods of time. This title means so much to me, Lisa, but I don't want it to be a bad moment for you and me. You and the four kids, our two sons and two daughters, mean the world to me. But I won't have that much time to be with them, because Sin City Wrestling is going to be needing me for a long time. I don't know how long I'll be able to keep this title around my waist, but I want to do everything I can to do it. But I don't know if I can do it without you. To lose you would...

The thought was left hanging as he shook his head quietly. She smiled at him.

Alex, look at me please.

Like an obedient puppet, he followed her command without any complaints or hesitation.

I know that everything that we have gone through together as a couple and best friends, it has all worked out. And it's still going to work out. We have created a plan and we will stick with that plan. I'm not going anywhere. When I saw you win that title, it was one of the happiest moments I've ever seen in your life. No one can take that moment away from you and I want you to cherish that night, because it has made you a stronger man than before. No man can fault you for the courage and determination that you brought to the table since we met.

She gripped his hands even tighter.

I love you.

The champion couldn't help but smile. This gorgeous wife of his. How did he even get so lucky to be with her?

I love you too. I always have and I always will.

The couple stood up from their seats and embraced each other in silence. They broke it off and Alex was about to say something more, but she silenced him with her right finger.

This is going to be a long road for us too, but the kids will eventually come to understand. You don't see it all the time, due to the busy schedule you have, but the kids always ask about you, even though they are too young to understand. But I'm with them, my love, and I sometimes let them watch their father do a promo and their eyes light up like fire, their smiles wide. They see their Daddy, Alex, and they love him for it. They don't want to see just Kain on the screen entertaining millions of fans around the world. They want to see their father happy, doing what he does best. No one in the world, not my own friends or even my own family, can tell me otherwise. I chose the right man to be my best friend, my soul mate, and my confidant. I'd rather spend the rest of my life with you than to be anywhere else. When we were away from each other for awhile, even though I was angry and hurt about last time, I couldn't bear the thought of losing you.

He nodded.

Neither could I. While I was off training and regaining my focus, Lisa, you were my motivation and I knew the end result would be the one I would want in the end.

He put the title on his shoulder and winked at his wife. He opened the door and allowed her to pass through before he followed and closed the door behind her.

* * *

As a champion, I expect no mercy. I expect to be brutalized and destroyed by every opponent out there and I return that gesture tenfold. My plans for staying as the SCW World Heavyweight Champion begins with steps that I take everyday. Not only am I the guy that everyone looks up to and aspires to be, but I'm also the guy that expects to represent Sin City Wrestling at its very best. This is not going to be an easy job in the slightest! I'm not saying that being a Roulette champion, a Tag-Team champion, or an Internet champion was easy - it wasn't. But this is far different than anything I've ever been through in my wrestling career. But I can handle it - the stress, the pressure, the difficulties. And if any of you think that I cannot, you're nothing but a pack of fools just chomping at the bit, thinking you're greater at the job than me. No. You're not. In fact, I can think of only one person that has done the job more times then I could ever count and that's Gabriel himself. Other than that? No one else has even come close! So maybe I'll be the first to do what no one expects me to do - be a longer, reigning champion than Gabriel or anyone else would ever be at this point in time. I also promised the fans that I would keep my word about defending the title on a daily basis and to do it in a fashion that's clean and without any controversy thrown in for good measure. I don't know what will happen, but I'll keep my end of the bargain as much as possible and do what's right by me, by my family, and for the fans that have stood by me ever since I kicked off my career as a professional wrestler. That day begins now and even though it's a non-title match, it may very well be to me. One way or another, I have to prove myself, against all odds, that I'm the man for the job. And who did they decide to give me?

Good old Lord Raab! Actually, I'm not going to call you Lord, because that's just pathetic. I'm your King and I don't see you as my equal. At all. So I'm going to call you Raab and if you don't like it? I don't care.

In any case, they threw me at you and I'm OK with that. Let's talk about you for awhile, shall we?

Now, I must have been knocked senseless and busted open plenty of times, but I do remember you. You brought me through Hell and I somehow made it alive. Impressive? Maybe. But I'm not impressed, because you don't convince me of much, except for what you can do in the ring. After all, I'm facing the guy that had to create a fake belt that he can be obsessed with and act like he's the man around here. It's like watching a small boy bring a fake wrestling belt into a classroom and showing it off, thinking that he's someone SPECIAL. Give me a break, Raab. Do you honestly think being the SCW "Violence" champion is going to make special around here? Is it going to carve you a new path into your life with magazines covers, TV and movie appearances, maybe a book that could possibly end up on the New York Times best-seller list? I don't think so. Fact is, that title in itself is a joke and worthless to carry around. What I have around my waist, for the time being, is REAL. It is not a toy to be played with each and every day. It is the top prize in our business and it's one that I take very seriously now. After all, this is a dream that I chased after for so long, Raab. And now I finally have it! Do you have ANY idea what this means to me? You don't, of course. You prefer to stay in your comfort zone and be happy like Golium with the One Ring, looking at it over and over and going "My Precious!" Over what? A fake, silly, ridiculous belt that means NOTHING to the rest of society, Raab? If you honestly think your belt has any significance to the rest of us, you're a fool. The guy that you're going to face, for the second time I might add, is the guy that will live up to his word as the SCW Heavyweight Champion of the world. This guy beat you before and I'll gladly do so again, although it definitely won't be a walk in the park and no, I don't think it was that either last time Raab.

You're going to be just any other fighter that I know out there today, Raab. You're going to look at me dead in the eye and you're going to want to kick my ass with every fiber of your being. Good for you pal. But do you think that all the damage in the world is going to stop my quest from my current quest to be the best that I can possibly be? No amount of injury or suffering is going to take me out of the game that quick. I assure you, Raab, anything you try to pull against me will undoubtedly hurt, but only temporary. And then there comes the intellectual side of you that I don't particularly favor either. You're no Sean Jackson, that's for sure. So why even bother with this match in the first place? I mean, here I am, a king that sits on the top of the mountain and I expected a challenge. But you? You're not even considered a challenge must less someone that could work up a sweat for me! But the authorities that be decided "Hey, it's Raab, this kick-ass machine that could knock Kain around like a little bitch, so let's give him someone to deal with for our fun and expense!" Please! I automatically expected Sean Jackson or Gabriel to invoke their rematch clauses right away and come after me with guns blazing, but this? I'm not pleased with it, to be honest. Here I thought that I had you in my rear view mirror, Raab, forever lost to the four winds and to never return. Unfortunately, I have to deal with you for a second time. So be it, Raab, you want my wrath in its entirety? I'd say bring it on! Just because I don't like what I see or even have to deal with doesn't mean that I'm not going to back off from any challenge, no matter how minor it is.

And maybe I can take this all as a blessing and so should you. Why, you're asking? Because you're about to be schooled yet again in the ways of ass-kicking and taking names. So when I'm finished with you, Raab, think of this as a couple of things. One, never to screw with me again after this. Two, you will never be better than me, not by a long shot. As for me, I take it as a blessing because it means that not only would I have kicked your ass from post to pillar for the second time, it's going to send the bosses one hell of a message. It's going to let them know "Hey, you think I'm here to play games with this belt of mine, non-title match or not? Think again!" I'm going to enjoy this match, even if I hate having to deal with it. I'm going to allow my rage to become the driving weapon that seeks your destruction like a homing missile to any kind of object that needs to be destroyed. I'm going to teach you a lesson, so think of me as your teacher once more. I hope you brought a couple of notebooks and some pencils, because I enjoy teaching what needs to be done and what shouldn't be done either. Everything that I have gone through today, Raab, I carry the lessons that I take with me from inside and outside the ring. I consider myself to be one hell of an intelligent individual, even if I did suspended or expelled from multiple schools. I guess that I am living proof that you don't need to graduate from any kind of school and earn a degree. Not that I'm against it nor am I advising anyone to follow in my footsteps in order to be a success, but it does prove that I'm awesome in my own way. You, on the other hand? You're like this large, dumb animal that's locked in a cage, Raab, holding on to the kind of anger that a caged beast displays. But how far will that go for you today? Or in the future? After I defeat you, you really need to go back to the drawing board and figure out a new game plan for yourself.

But hey, thanks to me, I've already devised a game plan that you may come to enjoy! It's called "stop being worthless!" Here's how it is going to work - you will discard that ridiculous title you think is important to you, you will grow a pair, and you use what time you have to hit the minor leagues and improve on the little skill and brain power you have currently amassed, then come back and show the world what you got after all that. Do you understand me? What you have right now will not give you the success you need to defeat me. You are powerless, you are pathetic, and you are weak. The last match may have demonstrated your strength, but only to a certain extent. If you can't beat someone the first time, why even bother trying the second or the third time? Of course, you're going to tell me that I'm a hypocrite, right, in regards to my duels with Sean Jackson? See, that wouldn't work on me, because what he did to me was worse and revealed his true colors in the end. He's not a legitimate champion and never will be. You also fall in that line, Raab. You may have been successful every now and then, but to me, not much. Do you think that if you beat me, Raab, that you would be climbing the ladder rapidly and hope to gain a title shot out of me? Don't count on it. You're going back to where you belong and that's at the bottom of the food chain, Raab. As a champion, I must make an example out of those that dare to defy me and try to embarrass me at my expense. You will be the first of many victims to fall during this era of the King Of Kings, Raab. You are done for the second time in our history with you. What will you do then, Raab? Will you blame it out on someone else like how my previous foe did or will you actually be a man and accept all responsibility for your actions?

Diese Entscheidung überlasse ich Ihnen. (That choice I leave up to you).

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

And I...HAVE SPOKEN!!!!!  

 The camera opens up as the sun slowly starts to rise from beyond the moutains of Dubai and slowly move its way upwards into the heavens. We see Kain sitting on a hill that overlooks the city. It's early in the morning and he's quietly enjoying the view. As the camera approaches him, we see him nod at the camera, acknowledging the device before re-settling his gaze back onto the sun.

Kain: The day is almost here. I've been digging deep into my training and trying not to think of my family as I prepare myself for the hell that awaits me at Into The Void IV. For now, though, I've taken a little time to relax and enjoy the view.

Wearing a red shirt and blue jeans, with white Nike shoes and socks to cover his feet, he sits there with his hands folded together and his arms wrapped around his legs as he sits comfortably, thinking of memories long past.

Kain: It's going to be a great day, but also a sad one too. While Ariel will be arriving in time to be with me, my parents won't be. They knew of my dream to be a professional fighter and wanted me to succeed. I am their only child, for no siblings followed after I was created, and they placed all their hopes and dreams within me. After their deaths, I plummeted and became a mean, nasty customer to deal with for all walks of life. Honestly? I don't regret anything, but can't help but wonder if they would be proud of me, for all the bad I've done and then changing myself around to be a better person?

He nods to himself as the birds begin to chirp their songs in the distance as the sun continues on its journey.

Kain: Not to bring it out there for the world to see, but I finally believe in a higher power and all I know is that as long as I do the right things in my life, good things will happen and I will have earned it. At Into The Void IV, anything goes between Sean and I. I have no intention from walking away from a grand opportunity like this. Sean is going to be a major threat, but I am not scared of him. Far from it. The truth is, I'm confident and I'm ready to go. Whatever he has to dish out at me will be harsh and painful, but nothing I've been through in the past, if you know what I mean. Sean played dirty because he's afraid of guys like me, guys who have fought long and hard to get here. I deserve this more than anyone right now and I have to give thanks once more to Chris and to Despayre for coming to my aid, even when I didn't ask for it at all, and helped me. This time, I'm going to honor them, honor Gabriel, and most importantly, honor my friend Hank Henry III.

He inhales loudly and then lets out a huge sigh, shaking his head back and forth. You could see tears coming down from his eyes.

Kain: He is one of my greatest opponents in my career, but outside of our fights, he was also a true friend. Always one to make me laugh, always one to give me the advice that I needed, and always one to be there when I needed him. I'm going to dedicate this match...not just to Gabriel, a man that I highly respect, but to Hank Henry III as well. If I had a fork in my hand, I would definitely stab Sean Jackson with it as a tribute to my friend. He's with me in spirit now, resting comfortably. I'm going to do my best to take the fight to Sean Jackson, to let the man know who is boss around here, to capture the biggest prize in the business, to live my dream, to become the first-ever Grand-Slam champion! This match has been on my mind ever since it was announced and although I was Gabriel was part of the fracas, it cannot be so. I have to instead carry on and finish the task that I started awhile back at Climax Control. Hank Henry III would be proud of me, win, lose, or draw. But I intend to win and I have a feeling that he's looking down at me, smiling greatly.

Wiping the tears away, he sits up and looks at the sun one last time, which finally stops at a spot northeast of his position, and gleams brightly as the clouds join with it. He turns around and looks at the camera deeply.

Kain: To my wife and my four children that are watching...I love you. To the fans that have followed me through this arduous process and have faithfully supported me thick and thin, I thank you. To the critics and those in SCW that doubt me, screw you and what you believe! And to my parents...I won't let you down. This is the biggest moment of my life and I know you both are also with Hank Henry III and watching over me. I intend to make you proud. I won't be hiding in public like how Sean does. I won't be giving out a pity party or encouraging such nonsense. Everything I do at Into The Void IV will have meaning and purpose and I assure you, Sean Jackson will NO LONGER be the SCW Heavyweight champion! This is my moment now, my time to shine, and my dream to FINALLY be the NEW SCW Heavyweight champion will be realized! I am VERY excited for this battle and I will stop at nothing until the job is done!

Kain takes a moment to look at the sky and tears are drawn anew.

Kain: Mom...Dad...

I love you.

Then Kain walks past the cameraman and his crew and walks down the hill. They watch him disappear from his sight as the cameraman turns his camera around gazes upon the arena that the main event will take place in as the scene slowly fades to black.

* * * *

Greetings once again, Sean.

Once again, my name is Kain and I am The King Of Kings.

I have to say, listening to your drivel turned out to be a dull, unimpressive event for me to witness.

Am I supposed to be shaking in my boots now? Am I supposed to be terrified of your skill as a wrestler these days? Just because you hold the SCW Heavyweight championship belt now doesn't mean you are automatically what you called me to be - non-championship material. Believe me when I tell you, my fifteen minutes of fame is about to expand like a great empire blossoming from the ashes.

I want you to understand something. I'm not underestimating you by any means. I am not overconfident either. I know how tough and dangerous you have proven to be numerous times in the past. But I know the truth, just as all of us do, Sean.

You're not Gabriel.

Gabriel was a man that faced down all of his challengers and destroyed them in diligent fashion, Sean, yourself included. No matter what methods he used, dirty or not, he got the job done and you have to respect him for that. But you don't. As I previously stated, you are jealous of the man that accomplished great things during his time here and all you've ever wanted to do is wipe him out in a fashion that suits your twisted, sick agenda. One that was easy and predictable to see from a mile away.

But let's not carried away here. You had to mention a few things that pissed me off. In doing so, you pushed the wrong buttons that are within me.

So let's get clear on a few things, shall we?

First and foremost, in regards to my wife and manager, Ariel. Let's just say that she wasn't happy with your pathetic comments, but she brushed them off all the same. Truth be told, you are wasting your breath talking about a woman that could literally crush you within seconds. Laugh it off if you like, but she has made a name for herself before becoming a parent to our four children. In any case, she is not worth your time or should even be considered a priority for you to focus on. I'm the man of the hour that you need to deal with.

Fact is, you're scared. You're scared of me and what I have achieved so far in the ring. How dare Christian and Despayre try to put a guy like me in the ring with you, right? Don't be mad at them, asshole, they did the job right. They put me into a fight that I'm willing to put my life and reputation on all for the sake of winning the SCW Heavyweight championship belt, the one prize that I desired the most ever since I returned. The Roulette, Tag-Team, and even the Internet championships? I've earned them all, but they are NOTHING compared to the big kahuna around here. The SCW Heavyweight championship is a symbol of great pride and dignity, one that deserves to be defended on a weekly basis.

Yeah! Imagine that, Sean, doing that all the time. But I know you wouldn't do it, would you? Of course not! Your scheming tactics and flawed tactics have proven you to be not a man, but as a coward instead. Although I don't listen to him often, Sean, the immortal Tupac Shakur sang a legendary line that always stuck with me.

"I'd rather die as a man then live as a coward."

That statement itself is powerful, is it not?

Here you are, a craven, selfish man that doesn't want to be seen by the fans, that wants to hide out in the open. Are you scared of the fans that much? Do you hate it when you see their faces and they constantly boo at the sight of you? It has nothing to do with spending time with Pamela, Sean. No, sir. You hate the public and what they think of you. Don't try to deny it, pal. You want to be badly admired and respected by the audience that watches your every move, but since they don't flatter you with such attention, all you can do is loathe them. That's a pity, Sean.

Me, on the other hand, I know what I want out of this business. I want to face down Death each and every time. I want to put it all on the line and show my critics, my naysayers, my admirers, and my peers, along with upper management, that I'm more than capable of handling business around here. I'm not a fluke no more, Sean. I'm not an Average Joe that earnestly hopes to make the dream come alive. That side of the world is no longer there, because I'm already on top of the world. I've gained millions in the bank, I've earned an amazing fanbase that NEVER gave up on me, and I have the family of my dreams that have stayed by my side, no matter what happens. Because of all that, Sean, I intend to make a name for myself in the business, Sean. I want to carry the company into greatness and surpass even that of Gabriel's four-to-six months of a reign and show that I'm the greatest around here.

But can you do that? Can you handle the pressure, Sean, of carrying not just the title, but the ENTIRE COMPANY as well? I don't think so.

Truth is, Sean, you've been given chance after chance to deliver. Despite what you accomplished awhile back, does that really make you the man? Did you fight long and hard that night? No.

All you did, Sean, was cashed in, knocked me out, then used your stupid, ridiculous finishing move and pin Gabriel to win the title. The only thing that proves to me that you've been afraid of Gabriel all this time and that you were NOT man enough to get the job done from start to finish, like how you have tried to do in the past.

That's on you, Sean. Not on me and certainly not on Gabriel, who must be seething with rage back at home. If I was in his shoes, I'd be pissed too. I don't blame the man one bit for feeling what he feels.

That being said, the match at Into The Void IV is going to be not just a highlight for me, Sean, but rather a crowning milestone in my career. You claim that you want to crush my vertebrae and leave me broken? Please. Is that the best you can SAY to a guy like me? Pathetic, abysmal at best! You are the guy currently leading the company, Sean. You're the guy that, at least for now, everyone looks up to and possibly aspires to be or NOT...and that is the best you can dish out at me? "Oh, Kain, you're nothing but a peon that begs to be put out of his misery." Such simple, but inadequate statements for you to conceive!

Yes, it's going to be brutal. Yes, it's going to be chaotic and filled with destruction and carnage unlike anything you've ever seen. You can try to destroy my body and kill the soul that lies inside of me, but as I told you and many other opponents countless times before, I cannot die so easily of a quick death! I REFUSE to give in, Sean. I REFUSE to let you, the group that are simply title "Assholes R Us" to get in the way of my dream and vision! You can try to break all the bones in my body, you can try to humiliate me, go for it, I dare you! But in the end, all of your efforts will be in vain...

IN VAIN!

And why is that, Sean? Because compared to me, you are NOTHING. I have everything going for me. The looks. The skills. The charisma. If my fellow peers wish to look down on me and consider me the man NOT to win, be my guest. I love proving people wrong, including a guy that I have respect for, but has the wrong kind of thinking that's deadset in his mind.

I'm looking at you, Mark Ward!

In any case, if that's what I have to do at Into The Void IV, so be it. Every critic that has lashed out at me in various forms of the media, every naysayer that doubts me and my success will be disappointed. If I'm lucky, I'll even earn a few, if not A LOT, of new believers out of me after Into The Void IV. To you, Sean, it's just another day at the office and in some ways, I feel that too, but it's more than just a match. It's a chance of a lifetime for me to set things right, to amend all the wrongs I've made, to correct a few injustices, and to do what's right for business. On top of all that, Sean, it's about a dream for me.

Since you hated my kid-grad drivel, I'm going to hit you with a story that's most certainly going to annoy you and honestly? I could give less than two shits if you hate it!

When I was a kid, Sean, I used to sit on the grass, in my backyard, on early mornings before I had to go to school. I would gaze at the sun and daydream about my future and ponder what's in store. One of those dreams was to be at the top of the world as a fighting or wrestling champion and I've done that in both the underground circuit and in the other federations that I've been involved in multiple times over. But nothing like this, Sean. This dream will continue to live on and even be realized, because should I defeat you and make you my bitch at the end of the night, not only will I be crowned the SCW heavyweight champion, Sean, but I'll be the first-ever Grand-Slam champion!

Truth be told, I didn't give much thought to the idea or the accomplishment in itself for awhile, mainly because I've been focusing on training my mind, body, and soul to the max. But now that I have, the idea is both enticing and exhilarating. I think of it as a goal for me to see through at Into The Void IV, one that I will see realized through your cold, dead hands, Sean. That title will be mine at Into The Void IV and what I always wanted to see accomplished is inevitable. Don't try to fight it, Sean. You KNOW it's going to happen and all you can try to do is stand your ground and fight with everything that you currently possess in your arsenal. But at the night ticks away slowly, you will slow down, you will be in pain, and you won't have a single, fucking clue as to what you will do next when it comes to me. Think of me as your worst nightmare, Sean. Think of me as the guy who is going to take EVERYTHING away from you and make sure it stays that way for eternity! When that happens, Sean, tell me afterwards - how will it feel for you to be put in a state of humiliation and embarrassment? After all, the only reward you're getting, at the end of the night, is bruises and pain that will be inflicted not on the body, but on the mind and spirit as well.

My intention is quite clear at Into The Void IV. I'm going to enjoy getting payback. This isn't just justice for me, Sean - it's about revenge. Revenge for taking away my shot at the gold at Climax Control, for cheating and backstabbing a man that did just about everything right to call himself a SCW Heavyweight champion. Normally, I don't do this, but I'm dedicating this match to Gabriel, because he deserves to be honored and I'm going to do everything in my power, Sean, to do what he asked me to do, through Mark Ward.

"Slaughter the bastard."

I'm done talking, Sean. I've heard everything you've had to say and I'm quite frankly unimpressed and unfazed by what you throw at me so far. I'm going to let my every bit of my actions do all the talking. I'm going to let the dream be my pure motivation for our confrontation, Sean. I'm going to let my fists knock your senseless, my feet driving into your body and watching in great satisfaction as you scream in pain and agony. I'm going to do whatever it takes to strip you of your pride, your dignity, and your legacy and leave you lost, lifeless, and broken in front of his majesty as he sits in his court and watches the action from his seat. I make no promises to him that I'll be gentle.

I don't plan on being kind to you at all. Your life is mine, Sean, and I'm going to enjoy doing what I do best, what Ariel and the kids urge me to do when I'm in the squared circle. Do not think, for a second, that I consider this to be easy. It won't be. You're good at what you do, but I know how you act and I know how you function. You're going to use it all to keep me at bay and secure the gold. That's fine.

But you also made the wrong choice in doing so, because I plan on unleashing the beast within me. Into The Void IV will change EVERYTHING for me. You're the only obstacle standing in my way. From here on out, I don't care what you do. I don't care about the pity party you want to throw for me. I don't care about your boring thoughts or half-witted opinions or lies about me. I care nothing for you Sean. You are my enemy and I'm going to destroy my enemy in order to get the gold!

For I am Kain...

The King Of Kings!

And I....HAVE SPOKEN!!!

 Please, don't go!

I turned and faced my wife outside of our mansion. It was late evening and the limo driver was waiting on me. He's supposed to be taking me to the airport so that I can catch my red-eye flight to  Riyadh, Saudi Arabia.

Ever since Ariel dropped the news on me, I had thinking of nothing else but the match. But at the same time, in doing so, I have been ignoring her and my children as I focused a lot harder on my training and studying Gabriel through his matches. This was going to be a long night at Climax Control and I didn't want any distractions, especially since I'm challenging him for the SCW Heavyweight championship belt.

She wanted me to stay behind, to look after the family...to be the good husband and father that she wanted me to be.

But I knew better. If I was to keep on being a success and earning more money for my family, I HAD to do this. There was no other way.

You've been following me for so long, Lisa. Why are you fighting me over this now?

She climbed down the steps and looked up to me with tears in her eyes.

This isn't about you and your quest for the gold anymore. This is about us. I don't want us to be separated and hurt after what went through together last time.

I'm not going down that road again, my love. You got to believe me...

Before I could say anything more, she slapped me hard. I took the hit, but said nothing as her face changed into one of sadness and she cried, immediately regretting the hit. She planted her head on my chest and sobbed as I held her close. I know that her heart is torn in two places and so was mine, admittedly. But this was the right thing to do.

Or was it?

She looked up at me again and I placed my hands on her shoulders.

I understand that you are in pain. I get it. We have been through so much together, sweetheart. But this is my childhood dream and if I don't take this chance now, then I'll regret it and will be asking myself many questions afterwards. That's when I'll be hurting, Lisa. And I don't want that to happen ever again. Plus...I think of the kids.

She took my hands and held them, allowing me to feel the warmth of her own body energy seeping through my own.

I'm just worried about you. Alex, I know that nothing else in the world would make you more happier than becoming the SCW Heavyweight champion of the world. I'm with you on that. I support you to the fullest. I want my man to be happy. But I also don't want you to lose focus or sight on us either. I fell in love with you and married you and even chose you to become the father of our children for many reasons. But when you win this title, I'm just afraid that's all you will be thinking about.

I closed my eyes and shook my head before opening them again.

I wouldn't worry, because you will be there at Climax Control, won't you? To remind me of why I'm doing this? It isn't just about me accomplishing my dream, Lisa. It's about making sure you and the kids are set financially for life. We have millions of dollars in the bank, but each and every day, something could change in the blink of an eye and we could lose it all. I don't want us homeless or penniless for that matter. Gabriel is now in the same situation as I am, except that he has one kid, and I'm sure that's why he is going to be there to fight. He's going to be providing for his kid from here on out and I don't blame him. In fact, I respect him for that. But it doesn't change the fact that my dream is finally within my sights. I need to do everything in my power to beat him and to show him and the world that Kain is proven to be a big deal around here, Lisa.

She nodded in response and I continued on.

Since you are coming with me, I'll go on ahead and make the trip to Saudi Arabia. Be with the kids for a little longer, then join me. I want you at my side for this match, Lisa. You and the kids mean EVERYTHING to me and that's why I'm determined to go down as a winner, not as a loser. Gabriel will find out, the hard way, that I'm the baddest motherfucker in town and he's going to learn exactly why I am The King Of Kings.

She kissed me hard on the lips. It was a kiss that showed commitment and promise. Every time I felt that kiss from her lips, it was heaven. I consider myself to be the luckiest guy in the world. She is my queen and I'm her knight in shining armor, the one woman I would do anything for, including pursuing my dream at all times. Even if I lost the fight, I would still come out as a winner, because she knows that I never quit, retreated, or surrendered to the man, even though he could have possibly gotten the best of me. But I know otherwise. Everything that I've been through to this point will aid me in the battle to come and I'm not about to let Gabriel or myself down in an attempt to win the gold and do the impossible.

I broke off the kiss, winked at her, then entered the passenger's side of the limo. The engines roared to life and the limo backed out of the mansion and start going down the road, eventually disappearing from view.

My wife smiled as she watched the limo go, then turned around, climbed up the steps, and opened the door before stepping inside and closing the door behind her.

* * *

Gabriel!

We meet at last!

Allow me to introduce myself to you personally. My name is Kain. I am the King Of Kings.

At last, after everything that I've gone through from the beginning of my return at Inception, this once-of-a-lifetime opportunity is bestowed upon me. The one prize that I've been gazing at for so long is within my grasp. The only thing that's standing in that way of accomplishing my dream is you, a man that has done everything in his power to successfully defend it.

Because of that, Gabriel, you've earned my respect. You are clearly an opponent that is to be taken seriously at the highest level possible. I am not going to be underestimating you at any point in the match, despite my all-time high in the realm of confidence.

I wonder what you must be thinking now. Could this simply be another day at the office for you? Do you believe that you can just easily stomp me out of the game with relative ease?

I'll tell you the answer to both questions.

No.

And I'll tell you why, Gabriel. All of these opponents that have been facing for the past five to six months - they are all interesting fighters in their own way. But despite all of their trash-talking and methods, when it comes to entering the ring against you, their actions couldn't do the talking in the end. Another possibility is that their beliefs didn't sustain them until the very end, another reason to consider as to why they weren't good enough to hold the SCW championship belt in their hands for the first time in their career.

I'm not saying that guys like Goth, Andrew Watts, and Sean Jackson, just to name a few, aren't bad fighters. Far from it. But it wasn't their night - it was yours instead.

Good for you, Gabriel.

But this time, because I have so much at stake, I'm willing to make a difference at Climax Control that night. Fact is, no one in that locker room believes that I have ANY chance in defeating you for the title. But as I've come to learn in my lifetime, Gabriel, the only one that I should be counting on is myself. All I have left in this world, Gabriel, is my own two hands and feet and the body that God was kind enough to bestow upon me.

The belief that I have within me was created out of the necessity to survive on the streets. I'm sure you know by now, Gabriel, that my parents's death affected me greatly. It was the starting point that I became to grew close with my dark side and it was that part of me that allowed me to succeed in every way possible.

Getting expelled from schools and staying on the streets thereafter, I got into one fight after another, learning from those who are better than me and earning experience. As I kept on going down that path, I got to understand how fighters worked, not just with their fighting styles and the way they carried themselves, Gabriel, but how their minds worked and what they tried to do to end my career. By then, I knew how to fight and I've done the job exceedingly well.

Hell, man, it doesn't even matter that I lost. Why is that, you ask?

Unlike most fools out there, I learn from my mistakes. I brush it off, get back up, and say "Is that all you got? Bring it on!"

And that's what makes me dangerous, Gabriel, because I'm a fighter that never quits, but it's even more interesting when I face a man of your caliber, isn't it? After all, you've been known to never quit or give up when the going goes tough. That's why I feel like this is going to be the fight of my life, because I'm dealing with an opponent that knows all the tricks of the trade as well as I do, Gabriel. Looking at you and what you've achieved in your entire career, I know I have the odds stacked against me. But I'm OK with that.

I'm OK with that, Gabriel, because that's how life has been for me. The challenges have been too great and you could imagine the crowd reactions I was given. But as usual, I proved them all wrong, each and every time. I'm the exception to the rule, friend. I'll do whatever it takes to get me to the top, because I'm my own man. I say what I do and I'll do what I please and all of my hard work and training pay off inside the battlefield. That's why I believe I have a chance in doing the impossible, Gabriel. I believe that I have a major chance, unlike anyone else that has faced against you, in dethroning you and taking away the one thing that matters you the most around here - your SCW championship title.

When I take that away from you, I want to know.

What will it mean to you, the oncoming loss that you are able to feel for the first time in your career? Will it be painful? Will you be in denial that the impossible finally became possible for a man like you? Will you hate me afterwards for what I've done? I want you keep something in mind, Gabriel. Since I have nothing personal against you, this is simply business between you and me.

All I wanted, for my entire life, was to become the top champion in any federation that I set foot inside in. It's been a dream of mine ever since I laid eyes on the other federation I used to work for, Asylum Wrestling Alliance. I achieved the dream once before and I'll do it again, because I'm worthy of something greater in this business, Gabriel. This match is going to be the fight of the year between you and me. I have a feeling that you and I are going to be tearing down the roof and showing EVERYBODY what champions of the past and present, being me and you respectively, are made of. Forget losers like Steve Ramone or Casey Williams - they belong in the minors. Guys like Goth or Sean Jackson don't even compare to our level, Gabriel. And I assume that my star will be shining higher than yours after our match in Climax Control. My destiny lies in becoming the NEW SCW Heavyweight Champion and to go on and defend even longer than five or six months. It's going to be the toughest challenge of my life, but I'll gladly do what it takes to not just survive, but to WIN.

I know that this match is going to be ugly. We are going to knock each other out senseless and bleed each other to the point of where we cannot. But it will be my determination and my refusal to surrender that will give me the edge over a fighter like you. But don't worry, my confidence will stay in place. I know that anything can happen in that ring, on that night. You could easily do me in without me knowing until it is too late or your posse will show up and cost me everything. I have to be aware of what's going on at all times if I am to win and walk away from Climax Control as the new champion.

Gabriel. I know that it will kill you to do everything in your power to destroy me. But know this - it doesn't matter what you try. You can crack my head and bust it wide open with a char, break my kneecaps in half, or try to pour gasoline on me, then attempting to light me on fire and perhaps even piss on my corpse for further insult. But I will rise up from anything you try to do on me and I will look at you in the eye and tell you that it's not over...

Until I SAY it is over!

After this, I have nothing further to say to you. My words have carried out its intentions and will sustain my beliefs and my actions at Climax Control will do the rest. All I care about, right now, is the SCW Heavyweight championship. I don't need God's mercy or even yours. You are also in the fight of your life and I'm the biggest badass Sin City Wrestling has ever known and I will prove, beyond a shadow of a doubt! After all...I'm putting everything on the line. My career. My reputation. My life. It's all there for the taking and if I have to? I'll die trying to become the NEW SCW Heavyweight champion!

To be perfectly clear with you, Gabriel. You have my utmost respect.

But I live alone. I walk alone. I fight alone. I don't need allies or random Good Samaritans to intervene on my behalf. You are about to enter a world of hurt and pain unlike anything you've suffered before. Once that bell rings, respect is thrown out the window and I'm going to do whatever it takes to see my dream realized. Not just for my girl, not just for my kids that are in bed, sleeping peacefully and thinking nothing but good thoughts about me, but for me as well, the most important man in his own life. I am going to see my dream realized! So you better bring everything you got and more if you're going to win. Because I'm letting this dangerous beast out that's laying dormant within me and I'm going to go far above and beyond the call of duty to see you lose, to see me win, and to see me become an unforgettable memory, one that will change EVERYTHING in SCW.

And I know...I know that once you lose, you will immediately cash in your rematch clause and try your luck at me again. I welcome it, Gabriel. I embrace it with all my heart and soul. But no matter you do in the end? You're still going to lose, friend. I wish you luck, because luck is the only thing that will save you in the end!

For I am Kain...

The King Of Kings!

And I...HAVE SPOKEN!!!!

 The day I was born, I didn’t know much of the world. But as I was growing up, I kept on thinking that maybe the sun would embrace me with comfort. Some days, that would be true. In other days, however, it greeted me with malice.

Up until the age of ten, my parents were with me. I was their only child, no siblings came after me, so all the attention was put on me. I spent as much time with them as possible, because I knew they were the secret of a good person and all the lessons they would deliver to me would be good ones, but also harsh ones to face. I had a lot to offer in this world and my parents strongly believed in me and wanted to make sure that I went out into the world with a strong sense of justice and pride within myself. Back then, before I turned into the horrible monster I eventually transformed myself into, I was a good kid. I immersed myself in the world of videogames and tuned out the realistic landscape through various pieces of music. I had a lot of friends and was considered to be a popular guy, known to be the nicest guy out there. I also had a strong sense of right and wrong and believed that God would take care of me. After all, my religious upbringing, though not strict, allowed me to believe that God would take care of things for me and that everything would be all right.

Everything was perfect.

Then tragedy struck. I still remember that horrible day.

It was April 10th, 2000, sometime after my birthday.

I walked home from school to find my home being surrounded by yellow tape. Bodies littered the floor and I found my world turned upside down. Living a sheltered life, I was never exposed to this amount of violence before in my life. Typical cops and detectives were conversing with each other, trying to piece together the events that happened. I eventually walked up the steps to my home, thinking it wasn’t my business to be around what was going on at the time. But then, something caught my eye and I stopped dead in my tracks. Although two bodies were already covered with a white cloth, I saw a golden ring strapped around a woman’s finger. I’ve seen that ring a thousand times before and I saw it again - that’s when I discovered the horrifying truth, even when no told me what happened before I saw that item. It was the wedding ring that my father gave to her in his proposal a few years after they met in high school and began dating each other.

“Alex!!!”

I turned around and saw my Aunt Laurie, a tall, blond-haired woman with striking blue eyes and an attractive figure, rush down the steps and hugged me tightly. I cried into her shoulder.

“What...what happened, Aunt Laurie?”

“I’m sorry, Alex, but your parents died in a gang crossfire. Everyone in the house is devastated and worried for you. Come inside...you don’t need to see this.”

But I shook my head stubbornly and released myself from her grip, now yelling at her, even though I didn’t mean to. But the rage, the anger came out in full-force.

“But why? Why did they do to deserve this???! Why, why why why, WHY!!!!!!!!”

I broke down in tears as the rain continued to drop at a steady pace. My aunt took my hand and lead me into our home, closing the door behind us. I dropped my book bag and sat on the living room couch, crying hysterically. For the first time in my life, I had lost something precious and dear to me. The future, from this day forward, not only changed, but now remained uncertain for me. All around me, members of the rest of my family were weeping, in total, utter shock. This was a devastating blow to us all and I was uncertain as to how I am going to handle myself without the love, smile, and care of my beloved parents. Aunt Laurie tried to held me close, to comfort me in this dark time, but I shook my head and got up. Walking over to a nearby window, I saw a few ambulance workers lift the bodies of my parents on a stretcher and put them in the back of an ambulance van.

"If I could have only been there to stop all of this from happening…."

Even though I muttered that under my breath, my Aunt Laurie seem to have amazing hearing power or perhaps I didn’t say it out loud and placed it inside my mind and she had powers of a Jedi or Dark Sith to read my thoughts, I wasn’t sure. She crossed over to placed a hand on my shoulder as I looked down into the gloomy rain. Detroit would never be the same again for me, tears flowing down my cheeks. Why is it that two people, who did nothing wrong to others and was given the best praise possible by a lot of people that knew them in intense detail, forced to die at the hands of corrupted, unmotivated gangsters who profited from blood and death? Granted, millions of people die in horrific circumstances in the past and that trend continues to happen today, but this? How could He or She allow this to happen? I didn’t understand it. But my aunt seemed to have the right answers at the time, as she turned me around and was on one knee, with her hands on my shoulders as her strikingly blue eyes gazed into my dark, hazel eyes.

"No, Alex. You were at school and knew nothing of the events that happened before-hand. You did nothing wrong and you could have not prevented this. Remember, everything happens for a reason."

Although I nodded in response, I didn’t believe her. That was the day when everything changed for me. Not for the better, but for the worse, and I felt a growing sensation of anger that began to grow inside of me. Gently disengaging myself from her, I rushed up the steps, entered my bedroom, and slammed the door behind me.

* * * *

Another door was slammed behind me, but it wasn’t from the bedroom of my youth this time, rather a passenger door from a limousine. My wife, Lisa, our four kids, and I arrived at a local movie theater.

So you got the tickets, didn’t you?

I nodded to my wife, Lisa, and held up six tickets. It’s been awhile that we did something as a family and decided that going to see Home was the best choice. This also allows me to keep my mind off a little bit from Kris, the man who I am challenging for the title. Dressed casually for today, I knew that the cameras would be on us, since I am considered to be one of the most popular celebrities in the world. It’s not hard for members of the press or even the tabloids to keep tabs on stars like me, but I’m comfortable with it. Best way to deal with it is just continue on what you’re doing without saying a word or not doing anything bad at all.

Lisa was already holding hands with Arthur and Rose, already two-year olds and blabbing away in their own worlds as I placed Cecil and Rose in their child strollers, tucking in the seat belts tight as they were crying their heads off, their freedom pulled away for a little while. Getting behind the stroller, I pushed it forward as Lisa walking towards the entrance doors of the theater, with the press flashing their cameras and asking us multiple questions. Ignoring the masses, we opened the doors and walked inside the AMC theater. I haven’t been here in awhile, but I’ve heard the stories of how they rearranged everything from top to bottom, including getting our seats assigned so that we don’t have to go around scrambling for a seat, like how we used to back in the day…

I was trying to calm down the younger twins as I handed my tickets over to Lisa, who showed them to the female attendant that worked behind the counter that day and chose our assigned seats. Then we brought ourselves inside to where Home would be playing and sat down on our assigned seats. For the next hour and thirty-six minutes (and that’s after the preview trailers are coming and going), we embroiled ourselves in the family fun. For once, I was like a small kid again, laughing like the crazy hyena in The Lion King, and I could feel the pressure of the oncoming match lift from my shoulders a bit. Even though it’s not going to last, I’m going to enjoy the moments that I share with my family and that’s far and few between. With the way work has been for me in terms of hours and appearances, I’m more than willing to nab up those free days and weekends where the family is concerned.

At one point during the movie, Lisa tapped me on my shoulder. I looked at her with a smile, which she gladly returned with one of her own.

Take a look at the kids. They are having so much fun right now.

I glanced over at my four children and they were having a good time. This is the kind of thing that I envisioned myself to be - a good father that knows not only how to take care of his children, but to make sure they are happy and content with what they see and what they got at the moment. This is the main reason as to why I fight for a living - to feed my children and to give them an education that I never received as I was growing up.

Home finally ended on a good note and the movie was over. As the wife was getting the kids ready so that we could exit the theater safely, one of the movie attendants came over to my aisle and tapped me on the shoulder. I looked at him, unsure if I wanted to hurt him or spare him from the beating. He saw the look in my eyes and bowed quickly, trying to apologize fast before I could lay my hand on him.

Sir, there’s a young man outside that won’t leave the premises until he sees you. Can you please come with me and see what this man wants?

I nodded and faced my wife, who looked at me.

Lisa, I don’t know what’s going on, but for the kids’s safety, stay with them here. I’ll be back.

It pisses me off that this person has to ruin our family time together. Please be careful Alex!

Nodding to her, I exited the room and left the theater, encountering the man outside. I sized him up as a crowd circled around us. He was a young man, shirtless as his chest displayed various tattoos, with red hair and blue eyes to match. Dancing in his black pants, I couldn’t help but stare at him with stupidity in mind. He stopped midway in his dancing and spoke to me directly.

I know all your moves, asshole, and once I beat you down, I’m going to be made famous!

Normally, on a day like this, I wouldn’t have minded a challenge. But because he pissed off my wife, I’m gonna have to put a hurting on him. I folded my arms and shook my head at the poor bastard.

Don’t make me laugh, boy. I don’t know if you’re brave or stupid, but I’m offering you one last chance to walk away peacefully.

His answer came in the form of a rush, screaming as he tried to thrust the knife home into my ribs. A weapon is only as good as the person that is expertly skilled with it and this time shows how little he knows. I easily side-stepped the move, used my right foot to kick the weapon out of his hand, which spun in the air before emitting a clanking on the ground. Then I quickly grabbed his wrist, spun it hard enough to hear the bones about to possibly snap, and the stupid man was down on the knees. The “fight”, if you call it that, was over.

Do not ever cross my path again. Do you understand me, boy?

The young man shook his head up and down, crying out in agony. With nothing but pity in my soul for the fragile, I let him go and he ran away and disappeared into the crowd as the press took multiple pictures of him. I turned away from the crowd and entered the theater to check on my family as the scene slowly fades to black.

* * * *

My name is Kain. I am The King Of Kings and I want my SCW Internet championship belt BACK!

In the midsts of my preparation for our second encounter, Kris, I actually sat down and discovered what the entire world had to say about our upcoming match. Some say it’s going to be an epic match that will steal the show and others view it as a generic battle on the card, meaning it’s nothing special. And then the critics crawled out of the woodwork and sounded off their insignificant opinions like bullets rapidly ejecting from an AK-47. What their voices told me, Kris, was nothing but pure speculation, yet many of them believed either you or me could be the victor to walk away with the SCW Internet championship belt. Fair enough, if you ask me. After all, if anything, our last battle proved to be devastating and hard for the masses to watch, with you getting the prize at the end of the night. Now, as I enter our second clash with you, I promise that the results will be far more different than last time. That being said, I hate to tell you this, but I couldn’t help but be disappointed. Here you are, bragging about a one-time accomplishment that may have been yours for one night. But then the real question begins to surface in my mind, Kris, and it’s a question I wish to ask of you. Exactly how long do you plan on keeping that title? I don’t think it will be for one month, let alone one year. Do you honestly think the confidence that you claim supposedly lost and then how somehow regained itself will HELP you in our battle, Kris? No, all I see is a story of lies coming out of your mouth and I intend to expose the truth, the things you need to hear, so that reality creeps on you like a ghost hiding in the closet and then scares you when you least expect it. You don’t have to like it, Kris, and honestly? I don’t give a fuck for your worthless views on yourself, the world, or anything that concerns you. Most importantly, asshole, I don’t care about your opinions of ME. Guys like you are common, average Joe, trying in a futile attempt to knock me out of my game and yet, YOU FAILED. I want you to understand that point and keep it in the back of your head as I truthfully destroy your arguments one by one. After I’ve laid everything else on the line, there is honestly no going back for you and me. All I desire is the SCW Internet championship belt and the chance to create history by becoming the first two-time SCW Internet Champion!

First, allow me to begin by confronting you with the first part of the truth - Amy Marshall has NOTHING to do with what’s going on between you and me. Why is she even involved in the first place? It’s not like she spoke out against me and I have nothing bad to say about her in the slightest. If you consider yourself to be that intelligent and perhaps better than everyone else on the roster, then why in the unholy hell are you wasting precious air-time speaking of a beating that she supposedly gave you? I understood immediately the point that you attempted to get across to me and honestly, it’s pointless Kris. To stand there and mention how she put through you hell and back means little to me, no offense to her powers as a Bombshell wrestler. Trying to psyche yourself by having your brains beaten up constantly by a woman in order to deal with what I had put you through was not just reckless, but a pointless endeavor to undertake in your own body. Amy Marshall is a great champion and I have high hopes that she’ll walk away with the SCW Bombshell title in her hands at Mayhem In Morocco. But the truth is, we don’t need to sit here and speak praises or possible criticism of her, do we? No, Kris, this is all about you and me. What I put you through was hell and somehow, you survived. Good for you, man, because you managed to edge me in the final seconds of the bout and walked away with a clean win. I won’t begrudge you from that win. But I also saw, first-hand, what you are capable of and what you can accomplish in the ring. You may have defeated me once, but you gotta remember, kid, this is only one battle that we’ve had as a collective so far. This will be another match that will ultimately decide the fate of the SCW Internet championship. So I ask you, I implore you to answer the following questions - how far are you willing to go to keep the title? Will you do just about ANYTHING to keep it around your waist or will you hold back, let your limits take control of you, and enabling me the win that I desire? Make no mistake, Kris, I’m going at you full-force this time. I’d like to think that I was the one who didn’t have it in him that night and due to that loss, I’m not blaming it on anyone else BUT MYSELF. That’s what a true winner does - he accepts his fate, good or bad, learns from his mistakes, and makes sure he never repeats them again. I assure you, Kris, when that bell ring, I will NOT be the man that allowed you to annihilate me. I don’t care if she or anyone dissects or scouts you, because it’s unimportant at this point in time. You are going to find out, first-hand, as to exactly why NOBODY can kill me in the ring. Oh, sure, they can WIN a battle or two, but I ALWAYS win the war. ALWAYS. That’s a fact in life, Kris, and that’s a lesson you’re going to devour within your mind and soul first-hand at Mayhem In Morocco.

Now, all that being said, here’s another question that I’m going to throw at you - do you really honestly know me that well? Do you know all of my moves and tactics to the point of where you can anticipate everything? Don’t be stupid! Every opponent that I’ve faced in my previous arena and the life that I currently lead have tried various tactics on me and while I’m able to scout them in advance and see what they will mostly do, they can be surprising sometimes. You, in fact, are proof of this. That’s why I sometimes like rematches, Kris, because it forces my opponents to see the truth - I’m a quick-learner and I’ve studied the best and the worst in the world. You are no exception to the rule Kris, for the arsenal that you possess is impressive. But I know just as much about you as you supposedly claim about me and that’s a lot and then some. That’s why I’m good at what I do - I study my opponents constantly and make sure that I gain much information as I can before the fight even begins. Then, come battle time, I use all the wisdom and knowledge I acquired beforehand to deliver and I know you’re going to counter with this generic bullshit line by saying that you once again know how hard I hit, what I’m capable of, blah blah blah. But that was then, Kris Halc, this is now. Two weeks removed from our first confrontation and I’ve trained a lot harder than ever for this clash. I expect to be given full punishment from your hands and feet. I expect you to cause an open wound somewhere on my body and to break my mental and emotional spirits in half. Even if you can achieve one goal, you’ll fail to lose on the other. My confidence continues to rise in each fight, whether I emerge victorious or walk away as the loser, Kris, because I’m a man of belief and the faith that I carry for myself is greater than anything else that I’ve felt, with the exception of the love and allegiance that I hold for my family and for the fans that have stayed by my side since day one. Tell me, Kris, are you TRULY that confident in the match ahead, in YOURSELF? That’s the one answer that I’m going to unearth out of you, because I honestly believe, within my heart and soul, that you don’t have the courage to propel yourself onwards to great heights in the Sin City Wrestling organization. This is a legitimate wrestling federation, Kris, and while you’ve gone on to do impressive things, INCLUDING taking the SCW Internet championship away from me in a one-time deal, you still have yet to unleash your full potential around here. That hurts you now, doesn’t it? That’s why the confidence that you strongly speak of in your promo landed in the realm of overconfidence, Kris - you like to think of yourself as King Shit around these parts when you have yet to defy the odds and show everyone else around what you are truly capable of. Do I believe that you have potential to be one of the all-time greats? Possibly, but not right now. All you are to me is a lying sack of shit that cowers in his filthy lies and places a shield to cover up those words of false convictions. And that’s something else that I’m looking forward to proving against you - that you are not indestructible, not as invincible or omnipotent as you claim to be, Kris, but a human being that loses, like how I did. I, on the other hand, feel like I can go through the roughest patches in life and survive on the other side clean. I have no regrets in life, for they are fragile to consume on. But I’m VERY SURE, Kris, that you losing to me at Mayhem In Morocco will be a painful, bitter regret that you’ll carry with you for the rest of your life and you’re going to hate it. Every second of it, you know? The great thing about it, man, is that I won’t care and I won’t give you any pity over it. My job will be a success while yours will end in failure. That’s going to be on YOUR head, Kris, not on mine!

And when the loss finally occur, how will you feel when all those cameras on you then? I got the huge impression that you want everyone’s attention to revolve around you. Let me hit you with another splatter of truth that you will no doubt deny - that’s your selfish ego talking. I’m sure that you give two shits for the brother you that converse with or any important member of your family, but I believe that you are one of those egocentric fools that believes that everything should be handed to you in a silver platter. Life doesn’t work that way, Kris - you have to work hard at it to get what you want and again, you’re going to come right back at me by saying “I beat you.” Guess what? I don’t care. In this day and age, Kris, you either win the battles that count or you don’t, run away, and live to fight another day. But already, I can see how you are going to react after I destroy you for the SCW Internet championship belt. You’re going to appear on the cameras, call me a cheap, unoriginal bastard that took away your title without any fairness from my side of the street. I know this based on your chosen words against me - you act like you’re neutral, but deep down inside, you’re nothing but a small duck in a big pond with a huge chip on his shoulder. All the cameras in the world are going to capture that feeling out of you, so no matter what you say or do after the contest has concluded for the world to see, people are going to discover that you are indeed a man that promises so much, but offers so little for the rest of the world to even notice. Honestly, I don’t even know how you managed to get this far and survive, but I am personally looking forward to ending your journey as the current SCW Internet champion. When I accomplish that feat, the cameras that you so eagerly love right now are going to turn on you, while all the love and attention in the world is going to be placed back right where it belongs and that’s an image of a man that’s strong and believes in himself more than anything in the world. You’re not going to like that, are you? You’re going to be seething with rage, Kris, because I’ll be the one to end your reign so quickly you won’t even know what hit you, boy. I’m sure you won’t swallow my words and take them to heart and that’s fine, because I’m going to back everything that I’ve said to you for the past two weeks in the ring, as best as I can. That’s when you will discover, Kris, that you should have never crossed my path in the first place. Why should anyone in the first place? If anything, Kris, you should take note of this one lesson when it’s all said and done - that I’m better than you in every way possible. You were merely lucky in our last duel and what skill you acquired aided you at the right moments. At Mayhem In Morocco, you will have NO CHOICE but to stand and face the music and sing to me a thousand praises after I have totally destroyed you and take back what’s rightfully mine - the SCW Internet championship belt!

Do you really want to see my vision of the match? Let me lay it out for you then! When that bell rings, you and I are going to be facing each other, blood lust possessing our eyesight. We will then dance with the devil, you and me. You and I are going to put each other through so much hell that not even the crowd can withstand and yet they still want to see more! Bodies will be damaged, bones will be broken, and perhaps our spirits will slowly diminish as the violent combat unfurls before the eyes of the world. Eventually, Kris, one of us will push it to the limit and make the other submit or be pinned for the championship belt. That’s what I currently envision, Kris, but it’s the outcome that remains to be determined. You and I, however, can agree upon one thing and that’s the victor, because both of us are convinced that either one of us will walk out. In your case, you, but in my case, me. So this match is going to be everything that the card and the promotions that’s currently airing on TV and elsewhere said it would be, Kris. You and I are going to be involved in one of the biggest matches in not just our individual careers, but in both wrestling and SCW history! Which brings me to another truth that begins with a question forming on everyone’s mind - what’s at stake? Not just the SCW Internet championship belt, of course, but what it will do to us! For me, this is my opportunity to regain my honor, earn my shot at redemption from our last exchange, and to show the world why no one should have to continuously doubt me. You, on the other hand, have more to prove than I do, don’t you? This is the first championship belt you attained in Sin City Wrestling, so you have to prove not just to yourself, your brother, Amy Marshall, the bosses, or anyone that can not only retain, but step up your game and lay valid claim to your status in the wrestling world. Can you really accomplish that, though? Can you really push me out of the way, Kris, and scream out to all that hear you “I am Kris Halc and I’m the one worthy of being something awesome?” In my mind, I know you won’t and you can’t. Not this time around, Kris, for I intend to add another chapter to my incredible legacy by throwing you off my throne and taking it back. To achieve this, I have to push myself farther beyond ANYTHING I’ve gone through in the past and if you wish to see this matter through for yourself, you may as well do the same, man. Because I’m not stopping until I get what I want and that’s two things - your total destruction and the belt that you’ve been patiently holding for me until I win it back legitimately!

So let me offer you my final words, Kris Halc. After I’ve said this, I’m fully ready for whatever you are willing to dish out on me, verbally and physically. When you took the title away from me, you swore an oath, as all past and present champions do, to defend it against all comers, both old rivals and new challengers. This is going to be the last time you will ever protect what you hold in high regards to be yours. I’m done playing games. You want to write me off as something unoriginal? No, sir, I’m not, for I already see it right in front of me - that’s you. A bland, uncreative, diminutive soul that tries to throw me off with annoying excuses and lame advice that’s better off used for someone else that’s beneath you and that individual certainly ain’t me, Kris! And speaking of your advice, I chose to reject it! What I use on the battlefield, both in our verbal arguments and physical beatdowns, has mostly worked well for me and I don’t intend to change for ANYONE. My advice is sound! My promos, boring to you as they may be, are full of insight and wisdom that’s far beyond your comprehension! And most importantly, everything that I threw at you in the past will be nothing like what I’m about to deliver at your doorstep, Kris Halc! You’ve been talking this big game to me, telling me the same line of horseshit that my old enemies and new rivals have been spouting from their mouths for YEARS. Do you really think it’s going to hurt me? By writing me off in the history books as someone unoriginal or pathetic? I don’t think so! Mayhem In Morocco, Kris, is going to be another glorious moment in the sun. It’s going to be the day when I dispel all the rumors, when I silence all the critics, and prove myself that I’m worthy of something greater than a belt, greater than all the money in the world and that’s ME! The SCW Internet championship belt is coming back home, Kris, and I’ve studied your tapes and doubled my time in the gym. The acceptance that I have in myself is placed at an all-time high. Last time, you made it out of the fire and survive. This time? This time, Kris, I’m going to drown you deep within those flames, allow you to taste inevitable defeat, and be forced to watch in horror as the referee raises his hand in the air and declares me victorious and the man to be the NEW SCW Internet champion! So keep boasting your mindless sentiments, keep trying to kill my confidence, and especially keep trying to kill me in the ring. You can beat me down many times, Kris, but I will come back up stronger than ever. You cannot hope to defeat a demon that doesn’t quit and I intend to rise from the ashes with not only certain victory, but the ultimate prize in itself and everything that I’ve said and done will come true and the best part of it?

There’s not a damn thing you can do to stop what’s coming next!

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

And I….HAVE SPOKEN!!!!!!

 I didn't think that I would come this far, especially for another moment like this. No, this isn't just another day at the office - it's a match where everything is decided for me yet again. Either I succeed in my quest to stay as the SCW Internet champion once again or I fail and walk away for a short time so that my wounds can heal and that a new plan of action can be created. But I don't wish to see the latter come into pass, but the former instead. Kris Halc proved himself to be a challenger against my title and I'll happily oblige him for a short while. But then, just like the rest of them, he will be destroyed in the blink of an eye and I'll be walking off into the sunset with the title around my waist until I am challenged. This is not a matter of overconfidence. This is a matter of knowing that I can get the job done and that I am fully confident in the battle ahead. Kris Halc? Prepare yourself!

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Standing alone in the streets of Milan, Italy, I gazed at the grey, cloudy skies. My wife is back home with the kids, spending time with my grandparents, but she will be back in time to be with me for the fight against Kris Halc, a man who has somehow proved himself in the eyes of authority. I wasn't thinking about him as I kept my gaze towards the heavens, but of my parents instead. I've traveled this far and have seen much in my life. I've gone through the darkest periods of my life and somehow came out as a survivor. Even though their deaths were long ago, I wonder if they are looking down upon me, smiling and proud of what their son has accomplished in his lifetime? To be honest, I'm not sure if I would want the answer to that question, because I'm afraid of what they would see if I ever came face to face with them. But for each and every one of us that's standing on Earth, death will come for us. It isn't a question of how or why, but when. So I'm hoping that by the time I get everything I needed to be done here, it will be enough to please those who gave birth to me. Without them, I wouldn't be living my dream. My heart breaks with the knowledge that they aren't here to see what I have done and what I am to achieve in the near future. So maybe someday, I'll get over that anxiety and be glad to view them in spirit and possibly in the flesh for one final time and perhaps be reunited eternally. That's the idea anyway...

My thoughts were interrupted by a nudge off of my right shoulder. My mind was brought back to the present and I caught a young fellow standing next to me. The crowd in Milan, Italy was passing by us. A lot of people gave us many glances, but others ignored us as they went their own way. I stared at the man, who was shorter than I was and was dressed in brown. The only thing that I could see was hazel eyes that shone with confidence. He spoke in a voice that was unfamiliar to me at first...

Come with me.

He went through the crowd and I had no choice but to follow him. He lead me into a cafe, finding a table on the northwest corner of the area and sat down, his back turned to the crowd sitting inside. I went around him and sat opposite of him, my eyes glaring at him.

Do you have any idea who I am? You don't simply come up to me and say "Come with me". If we weren't in a public place, I would have beaten you within an inch of your life!

The man shook his head slowly

I don't think so. Honestly, you wouldn't stand a chance.

That voice...why was it familiar to me? I had to keep him talking so that I can figure out who he is quickly and get this conversation over with.

You are exactly like me, Kain. You brought up a family of your own and have fought all over the world. The difference is, I'm retired and you're not.

Care to explain the last part?

He looked down on the table for a second before meeting my gaze and keeping it.

Asylum Wrestling Alliance.

I would have not believed him, except for the way he looked at me and for the tone of voice he used. I leaned forward with caution.

That is one of the hardest places to get into. Is that the only fed you've been in before?

He shook his head once more. He offered the name of another fed, one that was gone, but existed years ago.

Global Wrestling Alliance.

He pulled back the hood and revealed himself to me. On the outside, I kept myself calm and collected, but on the inside, I was screaming like a little school girl. This was Metamania, The One And Only. A small man of great stature, he elevated himself to great heights on taking on guys like my old nemesis, Goth. Why did he sought me out though?

I believe you. You're the man they call The One And Only. I've always wondered what it would have been like to spar with a legend like you?

He smiled, obviously pleased to hear of the compliment that came out of my lips.

Thank you. But I'm not here to fish for compliments. I'm here to motivate you. You have a long battle ahead of you. I've seen this guy's work and he's clearly no joke. But I believe you can take him on and defeat him.

But I have all the confidence in the world. Don't get me wrong, I appreciate what you are trying to do, but motivation comes from within the soul. And I honestly cannot let anything hinder that, because it's the key to success. I know about Kris and his recent struggle for the Roulette title and how he failed to go one step closer. I plan on using that to my advantage, Metamania.

And that's fine, Kain. You have a way of getting the job done. I've seen your work countless times over the years and I find you to be a unique specimen in this job field. My hope someday? My hope is to see you ascend to greater heights and by that, I mean seeing you win the SCW World Heavyweight championship. You and I are the same in that too, Kain, we both have been to the top of the mountain and we know what it is like to have the world on our shoulders. Someday, you will get there. Until then, Kain? Do battle with this Kris...and then defeat him. Keep the title for as long as you can. Then move on. Understand?

I nodded my hand and he struck out his hand. I shook it firmly. He then stood up with a smile on his face once more.

Now...about that spar you mentioned?

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I've been watching your work and following your progress lately. I don't doubt your skill or what you are trying to do. But have you ever a faced a monster like me before? Not the ones that can be found in children horror stories, no sir. But the kind that puts himself on a pedestal and knows, for a fact, that he cannot be defeated at this point in time? No sir, you haven't. Kris, you are about to find out exactly WHY I am who I am today.

Over the years, I've come to develop what you would called a "killer instinct". My main function in life is to step into rings like these and decimate the competition without a flicker of remorse. I have kept that side of me dormant until that day comes, Kris. When people step into my world, a lot of them make this foolish assumption that I'm nothing but a human that doesn't have much to show for himself, with little self-esteem and having no clue on how to survive in the real world, especially if it's a street fight. But I've proven myself over and over, time and again, Kris. I've released that killer instinct and have ripped the opposition to shreds, knowing that their lives are forever changed and haunted by the massacres I take pleasure in unleashing. Because of that, because of my profession, this is how I've earned a living. What makes you an exception to the rest of these fools, Kris? Are you willing to go far beyond your breaking point to see me fall, young man? Can you go the distance to see your place in history secure with the SCW Internet championship around your waist for the first time in your career? The answers, for both questions, is fortunately no. Once you have fought me, Kris, you'll come to discover, just as much as anyone else did, that I'm not a fool. I'm not a weakling, not some mouse that a cat can prey upon for hours on end. I'm more devastating, more powerful than anyone on this Earth. I win the majority of my matches and a few other clashes get the best of me. But I always come back, Kris. I always win. And that's going to be hard for you to throw off from me, because I'm that punishing. You, my friend, simply have no chance in winning the SCW Internet championship at Climax Control.

Do you know what the SCW Internet championship means to me? It means everything to me, Kris.

Now you're going to laugh at that statement and go "How can that be true? Shouldn't you say otherwise, especially if you're not on top?" Truth be told, I'm one of the biggest names around here and when a title is around my waist, young man, that means I'm to be taken seriously. This isn't the time or place to put down a board of Monopoly on the floor and see if any fun and games can be spared at our expense. I'm the guy that everyone looks at and goes "Yeah, this man is all about destruction." I'm the reason, right here and now, why the Internet cannot get enough of me, why my name is one of household status, and why my face is everywhere. You don't need to be on top of the world to gain that status, Kris.

That's what a lot of people think. If you're on top of the world, you have it all. But I've been through that route a thousand times over in my career. As flattering and epic that is, I'm not satisfied. Even with all the millions I have in gold, right now, Kris, I'm always hungry for more. I'm eager to earn more money, more power, more dominance over anyone in the field, Kris. To say otherwise would be foolish and insane. You could provide the argument, of course, that I'm overconfident of my abilities. After all, I'm on a winning streak! Why should it be ANY different than what it is now? That's the mindset that I could possibly go into - be the complete badass that I am, convincing myself that nothing can stand in my way of greatness. I'm still going to attach myself to those firm beliefs, because it's part of the reason why I'm here. But I also know that I'm human and that I've lost my share of wars, Kris. You could, after all, be the one guy who finally took me out of the game and won the SCW Internet championship belt.

That's why, Kris, I chose to remain grounded.

I chose to be the guy that has to remain fresh, original, and unique. Studying your past history and understanding how you tick isn't good enough for me. If you want to survive on a battlefield like this, Kris, you have to go deeper than anything you've ever been through. You are more than likely going to be putting me through my paces. I know that deep within yourself, Kris, you are going to go full tilt. You are going to find answers within that ring against me. You are going to ask yourself "Am I capable enough to get the job done? Can I finally do something that no one else has done in a long time?" But it's not going to be enough, Kris. You are going to find out just how good I can be in the ring, how surprising and unpredictable my mindset and my body works as one. To counter me, you have to go against the grain and try something different, Kris. You are not going to be successful in the ring, however, because I"m going to prove, for the billionth time, that I'm more than a match for you.

But I know what you're thinking.

"More than a match? Not even possible!"

But how can you be convinced of that though? You can't, Kris. And yet, that's another question that's burning with your soul, isn't it? "Is he really that strong or is he just bullshitting all that time?"

Trust me, the longer you try to play this game with me, the worse things are going to get. All of my previous opponents, Kris, have discovered the truth the hard way. They all found out that I'm The King Of Kings for a good reason. Don't get me wrong, Kris - I don't doubt your motivation or your skills in the ring. What I doubt is the courage to do what no one else can do. That's why I am positive about the outcome. I am positive that things will be turning out my way yet again because I am confident of the final result. You may chose to think differently, of course, and I won't take that away from you. Strong men placed themselves firmly in those beliefs and cling onto it like a girl that they can never let go. But in the end, that too failed them, Kris. It failed them because I proved to be too much for them.

Far as I'm concerned, that's why the match is going to be brutal, violent, but the end result will always be the same. Can you really imagine your arm lifted in victory? Can you really see yourself as the guy that finally accomplished what no others could not? I don't. I see myself as the guy who pushed himself to the limit, fought you tooth and nail for the SCW Internet championship belt, either pinned or made you tap in submission, and won the battle honorably. I see it as a clear-cut vision that I must see through, Kris. I want to see it happen because I want to keep my dream alive, which is maintaining the SCW Internet championship and making sure it stays where it belongs, Kris - around me. I intend to go down in history as the longest-reigning SCW Internet champion this place or the entire world has ever seen. Whoever wrote the card was certainly right in their prophetic mind - I DO want to walk into the next Supercard as the SCW Internet champion and I DO want to walk out as exactly what I came into. That's another reason why I go beyond the distance with each and every opponents - I don't back down from anything and I don't back down from ANYBODY. People like you are going to piss on my parade, call me a liar on everything, and attempt to expose the truth out of me. But I won't allow it to happen, Kris. Fact is, I've come way too far and I cannot stop anytime soon, because the train that I'm on continue to rolls on to a path of victory. With that victory comes another chapter of my legend notched underneath my belt.

Do you understand the point that's finally settling within your mind and soul? You're nothing but another victim for me to claim another win for, Kris. The dream of becoming a SCW Internet champion was finally made a reality. At Climax Control, my current winning streak will continue to go forward and I will once again stand high on that mountain and once again be proclaimed as STILL the SCW Internet champion!

So what are you waiting for, Kris? Step into my world, take a good look at greatness, and do not hold anything back. You do and it's your own fault. If you don't do the right moves, take all the right opportunities, you will fail in your dream to see gold around your waist. If you try blaming anybody for your actions, it's on you pal. I'm not going to be the one responsible cleaning up YOUR MESS, because my job was completed with the greatest accuracy and speed possible and I'm going to show the whole world, ONE MORE TIME, why I am destined for greatness, why I am destined to keep going forward with all this huge momentum going for me, and why I am the best as what I do, even if I don't have the means of holding the SCW World Heavyweight championship at this point and time.

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

 Blaze Of Glory IV is here at last! And it's going to take place in another gorgeous place in the world, Denmark, Copenhagen! While I've taken the time to admire some of the sights, most of my time is spent in preparation for the final battle. Ariel came in a few days after my first strike against Bruce Evans aired and we've been supporting each other through the week after. Not to worry though, we've have taken breaks to enjoy more of what Copenhagen has to offer. Still, Bruce Evans and his damn SCW Internet championship belt...it will be mine. I will do what I can inside that ring, to prove to the world that I still have the fire within me. Bruce Evans is going down and I'm going to walk out as the NEW SCW Internet champion!

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Kain: I don't care about his drama, Lisa. I only care about his title. It's really simple as that.

Somewhere in Denmark, we were sitting in a cafe on a beautiful Thursday morning. It took us a little while to get used to the time difference, along with the jet lag, but both of us are fine. The cameras on us and we had our shades on, wearing casual clothing. I've been training hard for the past few days, with my wife being my personal gym trainer and biggest supporter, but today was one of my days off. We were sipping green tea and having a healthy breakfast as we spoke about Bruce Evans's "personal drama", as Lisa loves to describe it, although not in a good way.

Ariel: I know that, Alex, but the guy won't have his head wrapped around the match with the personal drama from his wife following him.

Kain: I'm just glad it's not us that's going through that.

She nodded, although the memories came and flew by fast in her memory. She then shook her head.

Ariel: You know I would never do that to you, do you?

I nodded in response and sipped a bit of my green tea. A few kids approached us with a picture for me, asking me to sign. Even though I didn't want to be disturbed, I took off my sunglasses, acknowledged them with a smile, and signed quickly. They ran off back to their parents, who were watching in the distance, as I put on my sunglasses and faced my wife once more.

Kain: I'm just glad I'm not in his shoes right now. I'm in a good place, my love. I have you again. I have the kids. And sooner or later, the title will be mine. After that, there is no going back until I either lose the title or have to forfeit through circumstances beyond my control, then it's off to the races for the SCW World Heavyweight championship. I won't stop until I get there, Lisa.

Ariel: And I know you won't. It's not just your dream. It's my dream too.

Kain: What are you talking about?

I asked this question out of surprise and she took her sunglasses and gently removed mine across the table. She then held my hands in her and looked deep into them.

I've been thinking about fighting again. Not just for you and the kids, but for me too. Maybe if we're lucky, we could take over SCW by storm?

I frowned.

Kain: But the kids...?

Lisa: I know, but one of the rules that we set is that we look after them, no matter what. So when I'm out on the road, you'll be back home and vice versa. There's no way you and I can compete on the same card. We need to look after our kids as much as possible while working hard to maintain a balance. I desire something more than just sitting around and playing with the kids. I want to be a good example to them. Seeing what you went through is inspiring to me.

I looked away briefly and gazed at the sun that's currently rising from the east. Could it possibly work out? Lisa and Alex possibly becoming something that no one has ever done?

Lisa: I'm going to be in touch with Mark and Chris soon about this possibility. Do you support me in it?

Looking back at her, I stood her up and drew her in for a kiss. Hopefully, that kiss was a good answer for her.

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I am Kain and you would do well to respect me and the truth that I deliver each and every time I'm on the air!

Tell me, son, is this the best you can throw at me? Is this the best that you can beat me down with, you prick? You're trying to throw down the gauntlet with your version of the truth, but you seem to understand so little! Why must I be the man to always slay the little lies you carry around and hurt you more realistically? It's because of idiots like you, Bruce Evans, that make my job A WHOLE LOT easier for me to deal with.

Fact is, you gave me a lot of ammunition to use. Your best weapon, at this point, would have been silence. My last two opponents, the tag-team champions, said nothing and tried to unleash their brutal assault on me. It didn't work. You, on the other hand, gave me enough idiocy and ridiculous claims for me to rebuff and destroy. And that's your problem, Mr. Evans, not mine. My problem is you and you, as the person, as the wrestler, are merely standing in my way of glorious conquest and I am going to annihilate what's left of you and your pathetic legacy, if that's what you like to call it anyway.

But enough about Blaze Of Glory IV. I called out the first shots and you answered back, even though the attempt is futile and pathetic. Here are my answers to you, one by one.

First off, you don't need to tell me about how things changed. I hate to be the bearer of bad news for you, but I've been in the game LONGER than you have. I know that when I'm gone, people fear me and when I return, their fear of me is reignited. So, no, Bruce Evans, nothing much has really changed. What's changed is people coming and going. What hasn't changed is my reputation and the legacy that I've been squarely carrying on my shoulders, both good and bad and I'm going to make sure it stays that way eternally.

I may not be proud of some of my previous accomplishments, in regards to how the reigns were, but that's going to change here and now. You've been carrying the title for a mere three weeks, but I'm going to enjoy hurting you and your reputation by taking the way the thing you carry around your waist now.

The SCW Internet championship belt...you see it as nothing but a piece of gold, right? Something to have, to hold, to love and cherish for all times? I see it as more than that, Bruce. I see it as a way to make myself look good in the eyes of the world and to increase my resume. I also see it as a remarkable tool to help move the Internet and show people that there's a GOOD REASON to keep on using the Internet. After all, you worthless shit, the Internet is not just seen as a reliable tool for checking up email or searching for the latest news happening around the globe. The Internet is great for getting the word out about the product you sell and that's what I sell on a daily basis - ME. The more people know about my fighting prowess and techniques, the more followers I gain, which means more money and more credit for me. You, on the other hand, are going to be nothing more but a fading memory.

You spoke of change, right? That's going to happen as well.

Version No. 2? The past, present, and future of this company? Don't make me laugh, kid. You may have improved, but only by a slight margin. You've had some luck, for sure. You somehow slipped by and made the bosses think twice about you. Hell, you even got me to congratulate you on your small effort three weeks ago. Yes, I said small, because it's not like you're the first person in the world to do it. Sorry to burst your bubble there, pal, but it's nothing grand or majestic as anything I've gone through in my life. Do me a favor, asshole, and don't try to make yourself significant to me every again. Why? Because we all know the truth about peons like you.

Guys like you are insignificant. Guys like you are worthless. Guys like you wouldn't be able to win, let alone HOLD, the bigger prizes, such as the SCW Roulette or World titles. You're going to get mad at that statement, but I don't care. Hurting guys like you is my kind of fun around here and I intend to maximize the damage thrown towards your direction, Bruce. As I said before, I hold nothing personal against you, but this is all business and all I care about is WINNING. You claim that you want to win too and you proved that, but not by much. The real test is me. I'm nothing like ANYTHING you've ever faced in your career.

You're going to be finding that out the hard way. And did I ever say to you that you're old? No. But you're right about one thing - you are going to be an easy target to focus on and be destroyed. Your greatness, as you call it, doesn't mean a damn thing to me. Guys like Goth and Mark Ward can run around in their chosen clothing and garments, call themselves greatness, and still have more to do. Sure, they got to where they want to go, but is it still enough? For me, even though I've surpassed their greatness and keep going, but it isn't enough. You, a small fish in a big pond, still have far to go in life. You can make all the improvements you want, you can make yourself to be the big "He-Man" around here, you can make yourself to be ANYTHING you want to be, but rest assured, no one is going to remember the life you lived until you've dons something memorable. So far, you've done little to contribute to that goal. NOTHING. I, on the other hand, have dominated during the underground days, I'm still talked about, beloved, and admired in the past federations that I used to be a part of.

Bottom line, Bruce Evans? I'm a household icon. You're not. You are a man that's low on the food chain while I'm on the road to further my greatness and to further my legacy. You call me nothing, but I'm better than you. I know, for a fact, that I'm a man of greater confidence and far more experienced in this game than a simpleton like you.

Are you starting to get the picture by this point? You call out my accomplishments and while those are great, I intend to do more since my return, like taking away your title for one and become a bigger star than you!

And speaking of stars, that is some of the worst load of crap I've heard ANYONE tell me. You make people step up their games, make them a star? Why even waste time with a foolish, inaccurate statement like that? I'm the guy that pushes everyone to their limits. Why not ask Goth, who I utterly humiliated? Why not ask Casey Williams and his pupil, Andrew, who tried to put me down and paid dearly with significant losses that they'll never forget? Also, ask those same guys, INCLUDING one half of the top bosses, Mark Ward, about how I pushed them to THEIR LIMITS? That's another reason why I'm never forgotten around here, Bruce Evans. I push people to their limits and through me, they somehow improve their game. Some, like Mark Ward, won, but that no longer matters. That's in the past. What matters, Bruce Evans, is that you will hopefully grow a pair, be a man, give me everything you got in the ring, then lose with dignity.

But you don't want to do that at all, do you? You really don't want to shake hands with me, whether I win or lose, don't you? You're a liar on that too, pal. All you want to do is kick me in the nuts and leave me embarrassed in front of the world. That's not going to happen either, Bruce Evans, no matter how much you replay that possible scene in your mind. Sorry, but I don't believe a single word that comes out of your mouth. Only a few things about you remain truthful and I prefer that more than the garbage you spew.

I, on the other hand, have been truthful to you here and now. But you don't want to believe I say, do you?

Of course not. You think you're King Shit around here. But once I enter the picture at Blaze Of Glory IV and hand you another humiliating loss, history will repeat itself.

One thing you've been very truthful to me about is my family. While I appreciate your concern for my well-being and wanting me to be with family again, somehow, I doubt you care about what happens to me. So let's get really honest here, shall we? You prefer me to be in a hospital bed, with all of my bones broken, never to chase you after the SCW Internet championship title again. You prefer me to be lying down with my family crying over for me, maybe my wife leaving with the kids, because I can't do much right?

That's the truth, Bruce Evans. And you're wrong again.

You see, the SCW Internet championship belt...the moment I saw that title a long time ago, I knew where I wanted to go. And I'm going to surpass you. I'm going to beat you down like the little bitch that you are and I'm going to stay seated, right on my throne, no dethroning necessary. I'm going to take your title, Bruce Evans, and I'm going to be sitting right back on my throne and you are going to look at me, with those sad, sorrowful eyes after the match, and take back every line of crap you spoke of yourself and reveal the truth that I KNEW all along. That I'm better than you in every way, shape, or form.

All that being said, I say all this to you...not out of personal grudge or hate, but it's just how I see things. It's the truth and a man, such as myself, has to stay honest and brutal in this business. I have no weaknesses in the ring. I cannot be touched and anything...and I do mean ANYTHING...you try to pull inside Blaze Of Glory IV won't do a damn thing to me. Shouldn't you have noticed, by now, how much more stronger and powerful I've become since my return? I know for a FACT that you never wanted this to happen, because you knew of the consequences the moment I made it clear what I wanted out of this whole affair between you and me. That title is something I desire, I crave, that's one thing you've been right about.

Well, Bruce, you're not going to be SCW Internet champion. You're going to walk away with nothing. I'm not going to shake your hand after the match. I'm going to humiliate you. I'm going to destroy you. The title belongs to me and at Blaze Of Glory IV, you won't be the one shining and your "legacy", as you call it, won't even go on. The road to your reign stops here while the road to my conquest starts here, at Blaze Of Glory IV. So you can forget about being the SCW Internet Champion again. You can forget about being Verzion No. 2, No. 3, or anything really. I recommend possibly quitting and thinking of a new career choice that better fits you and whatever talent you have left after the pummeling at Blaze Of Glory IV.

Your title will be mine. Your legacy and career will vanish in the blink of the eye. Only I will be walking out as the NEW Internet champion and showcasing my latest achievement to the family that I deeply love. You? You will have nothing and that will be wonderful for me, Bruce Evans. If you do decide to come back and challenge me for what will be MY title soon, feel free to do so, but make sure you improve by leaps and bounds before ever challenging me for the SCW Internet championship belt again.

You got that? Do you understand me? I'm not one to be playing games here. I'm not going to be taking you lightly and I won't be underestimating you. You're still going to be an easy target to destroy, but I always figure out a way to win. You can try to stack all the odds against me, do whatever you want to attempt, but somehow, I always win. So go ahead, Bruce Evans, give it your best shot, show me what a "champion" like you can do against the likes of a godlike entity like me.

Yes, you heard me. Godlike entity!

I don't need to pray to any god, because I'm the only god that I answer to. I'll train the way I do and yes, before you even ask, I have studied your matches, both past and present. Already you admitted this to me on Twitter, on how you have been watching tapes of my matches. I care nothing for that. You can study me all you want and try to scope out a weakness for me. In the end, I have none. You're going to find out, the hard way, that I'm called The King Of Kings for a reason. You will never a chance in dethroning me or even denying me the pleasure of having gold around my waist. You talk to me about a line of people you wish to end? Won't happen here. The line stops here. I'm going to do what I do best in Sin City Wrestling. You are going to be what you don't want to be - a stepping stone to MY GREATNESS.

Your taste in greatness? Please. I don't have the slightest desire to taste anything from you. All I want is your title, Bruce Evans. Either you make your night easier by simply handing me the title and walking away with a scratch or make it harder and I'll beat you within an inch of your life for the title.

It's that simple. I'll see you at Blaze Of Glory IV.

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

 Being the SCW Internet Champion is the next goal for me to accomplish around here. But I have one final roadblock to take out before getting to Blaze Of Glory III and facing Blaque Evans for the belt - JT Midas. He's Caleb Houston's partner and he's about to find out why I am the reason for SCW existing at this point in time. Gabriel? Forget about him. He's NOTHING...no one is. They could never touch upon the greatness and power that I fully possess with my hands and feet. I'll make short work of this upcoming peon in no time! And that's not just a threat, but a damn promise to boot!

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Good night, my children.

I kissed them on top of their forehead and stood over their bed. A little light was turned on to give some illumination as the camera solely witnessed me towering over my sleeping sons and daughters. I silently listened to their breathing, smiling. The door creaked open, but I didn't turn to see who it was. Her energy was always felt around me.

Sweetheart, let's talk for a bit.

She saw me nod and then took my hand gently and lead me outside. I closed the door behind me gently, then we both walked outside and stepped into the area of our gigantic pool. I held her close and we shared something few souls are lucky enough to have. Love.

What's on your mind?

I said this as I held her even closer. Her hand rested on my chest as she looked up to me.

I'm worried about you.

I looked at her for the first time as the crickets were chirping in the distance.

Me? Why?

Because I sometimes feel like you might go down that destructive road again.

I lifted her chin up and looked deep into her eyes.

After everything that I've been through for the whole year, I'm not going down that path again. We sat down and made some ground rules, remember?

She nodded.

You mean keeping the business and our family life seperate?

Exactly. I've come this far and came to the realization that you guys are way too important to me. What people see on camera and what people see off it are two completely different human beings. I'm not going down that road again.

She looked at me with concern.

And if you do, I will leave you and take the kids back home for good. I gave you one chance. I'm not going to give you another one!

She kissed me hard on the lips and I returned it. We embraced each other as the camera looked up to the night sky that was shining with stars brightly, then it eventually faded away.

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You know my name by now, don't you?

If not, allow me to introduce myself. I am Kain. I am The King Of Kings. Court is now in session. All eyes are to be placed upon me and my incredible visage and your ears will pay attention to the word of truth that I reveal. You understand?! Good!

A long time ago, when I was a kid, I discovered a book. Flipping the opening pages into view, my eyes discern a legendary tale that would awe millions of people, ranging from kids, adults, even those of the elderly. The story spoke of a king that had a room filled with gold, making him easily the most richest king of all the land. In fact, he loved gold so much that he loved it more than the one creature that he created - his own flesh and blood, a young daughter named Marigold.

He had a wish - to get more gold, no matter the cost.

It was then that a young fairy boy appeared before his eyes and told him that he was indeed the richest person in the world, thanks to all the gold that filled up his room. The king then responded with agreement, but wanted to take it one step further. He only had one wish in the world and that was to obtain gold at any cost. The fairy asked him if that what he truly wanted more than anything else. The king did not hesitate in his answer and the fairy thus promised him that by tomorrow morning, his hand would wield the power to touch anything and make it into gold.

But he also warned the king that it would make him very unhappy.

The next morning approached rapidly and the king woke up. Wanting to see if the fairy boy was as good as his word, he started touching things, such as his bed, chair, and table. All three instantly turned into gold. He then tried touching other items, such as a cup of water or bread. He could neither drink the water nor eat the bread because both turned to gold. Suddenly, his young daughter Marigold entered the room. Of all the things in the world, she was the most dearest to him, so he tried pressing his hand onto his lips.

She turned instantly into a gold statue.

The king realized what happened and sucked the joy out of his life. His own daughter now turned into a golden statue. From that point on, he instantly hated the sight of gold and now desired, more than anything else, to take that gold away. So he begged and pleaded with the fairy to eliminate his power so that he can get his daughter back. Thus, the fairy boy appeared and a conversation ensued. The king broke down and confessed that he did not want any more gold and wished to see his daughter alive, beautiful and vibrant once more. The fairy agreed to his wish, handed him a pitcher, and told him to take it to the spring, then fill it up with water and pour it over anything and everything gold.

The king did what he was told and the first thing he poured the water on was his daughter. She was no longer gold, but alive, beautiful and vibrant once more. His heart was filled with happiness and he loved seeing things alive so much that he went on to sprinkle it on everything else - the bread that he couldn't eat, the cup of water he couldn't drink from, the table he couldn't sit on, the bed he couldn't sleep on and so forth.

So why bring this up? A story that no one literally cares about or even mentions these days. It's very simple. I've dealt with a similar fate and avoided it by doing the right thing and it also concerns my opponent for this week.

But you are a little bit confused now, aren't you? Let me explain.

JT Midas, the guy who Christian and Mark threw me into the fire with for this week, is a man that apparently loves gold more than anything else. Fact is, he goes on his Twitter, messages me, and tells me that he doesn't care about facing Blaque Evans for the gold, he just wants his paycheck so that he can go home a happy man.

I'm sorry, but even if that's the case, it's the one thing in the world that's going to destroy you. I have millions and millions left in the bank, Midas, but do you believe that I obsess about it? No! I am not like you, poor boy - I think of money as a means of survival, to make sure that my children grow up strong and ready to take on life's challenges when they enter the real world. My life outside of the world of wrestling is all about them, not to mention the most beautiful woman that I'm lucky to be with. My beloved Ariel, who showed me tough love and never gave up on me, because SHE KNEW that I could turn things around and stop obsessing over diminutive crap that offers little significance to what's going on here and now, in the moment. The money that I get is well-earned and fought for and I intend to use it to not only enrich my life, but the lives of those that I love!

You, on the other hand, only see it as fortune. You don't care about championships, glory, fame, love, sex, or anything, just the color of money. What a shame! Here, I care about being the absolute BEST this industry has to offer! I care nothing for the opponents that I face. I care nothing for the rules that idiots like Christian and Mark try to shove in my face. What I care about is doing what's absolutely right FOR ME.

And I know you're going to hate that, because while you are telling the truth about the pursuit of money, you are a liar. I know why you really want to take me on. It's to avenge your partner, Caleb Houston, whose injuries I delivered? I'm also pretty convinced that neither you or him will ever hold the SCW tag-team titles ever again if placed in that role of defending it. Let's face it, punk - I ended your chances of staying long as the SCW tag-team champions. You hate me for it with the utmost intensity.

That's why you are very interested in this match. While the money's important, my possible defeat is FAR MORE important to you for those obvious reasons.

But you'll never that chance, JT Midas. You should have witnessed the destruction of your partner by this point. I can already imagine you seething with rage as I delivered the crushing blow that ended everything for him. But don't worry, Midas, I intend to give you the same fate that I bestowed upon the fragile bastard. He was NOTHING to me in the end. Truth be told though, Midas, I expected him to at least talk once during that time, but all he did was showed up and tried to beat me down like a dog.

I took him out of the game, Midas. His career is over. And now I'm going to end your career.

You want your paycheck, boy? Come and get it. I'm not going anywhere. I love disappointing my critics and I love giving my loyal followers a good reason for putting their faith in a fighter like me, Midas. You are going to be nothing more but an obstacle for me to overcome and once I have ultimately stepped on you and moved on, I only see one thing ahead - my fight with Blaque Evans and a chance to regain gold around my waist as the next SCW Internet champion! You can bet your worthless ass that I'm going to be victorious tonight as I mark my territory and make fools like you barely worth remembering in my resurgence.  

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

 The Internet is a global phenomenon. We use it in our daily life. We use it to check our emails, find out about the latest news, or to voice our opinion on a subject matter that we are passionate about. But I see the Internet as something else. I see it as a means to an end, another way to gain new followers and to allow my legend to grow at a rapid pace. What better way to make it even bigger than by becoming the next SCW Internet champion?

* * *

24 hours after Inception.

Detroit, Michigan. I didn't arrive back until a few months prior to the PPV. That moment was for the first time that I was reunited with my wife and kids.

When I came home that time, although the children didn't understand the changes I went through, they were simply happy to see me. But Ariel saw something different - she no longer saw the dark, selfish side that could have threatened to end our marriage, but a kinder, gentler man who simply kept his temper in check until it could be released in a healthy environment. We weren't divorced, but seperated.

Unfortunately, details of the whole affair became public, something I wish that didn't happen. In those magazines, they depicted me as a father that was abusing my wife and children and only cared about the money. Not about wrestling or anything of that nature. But that's far from the truth. Truth is, I allowed myself to get angry in a private moment after my last match here in the SCW and forced Ariel to make a decision - to leave me while leaving me on my own.

For one year, I took off and kept myself under the radar. But people, with their cell phones and the amazing technology that the Internet provides, always manages to keep track of me. Losing myself in various places around Europe, I attended to get myself better. Physically, emotionally, mentally, it was all I could to keep myself drowning from a dangerous poison such as alcohol or even drugs, neither that I've done my whole life. I learned from the grandmasters of any martial art that I could find so that it would empower and strengthen my skill set. I meditated with monks on the high mountains of Tibet. All that time, I regained a sense of myself and who I was.

In the back of my mind, during the beginning of my journey, I had SCW back in my mind, but not by much. The dream burned deep inside, like always, but I didn't want to rush it. I didn't want to simply come back and feel like I'm at my lowest. I need to be at my highest instead and would rather come back stronger and more determined to get the job done. As far as Ariel is concerned, we talked about things through Skype or Facetime, slowly, but surely working on our marriage, setting up ground rules. Things were haywire at the time and we both had to settle our issues between each other so that our children could lead better lives without their parents constantly fighting.

As the months progressed and the days without my family went back, I became the man that I finally wanted to be once again. Three months before Inception, I arrived home and was greeted by smiles and laughter from my children while my wife looked at me in amazement. I knew things were going to change for the better.

Today, however, I'm lounging at the pool, playing with my children in the back of our mansion. We decided to go back home and leave California behind, our place that was part of a gated community up for sale and was sold for at least 1.2 billion dollars. Also, the merchandise, my books, even toys that were made by selected toy companies, have been flying off the shelves even during my absence. Needless to say, even if I haven't been fighting for an organization like SCW, I'm continued to be known as a man that people can't stop asking about or wanting to see in action.

In the present, I was enjoying myself. Twenty-four hours slipped by after the first PPV of 2015, Inception, made its debut and I feel happy with what I accomplished. Playing with the children in my pool, my mind wasn't focused on Climax Control. I was told, by the authorities above, that I was going to be booked to take on Lord Raab, some punk with little history that I have. I'm unhappy with their decision to not give me what I wanted, but I'm sick and tired of having to earn my keeps when I've been out of the grid for a year, earning what I get.

They want to keep continuing to play games with me? Fine by me. I'm just going to have to kick their asses and leave them all in the dust once more.

Ariel walked out of the living room and onto the floor that surrounds the pool, calling for me. As I threw Cecil and Rose in the shallow end, she called out for me.

Alex, there's a reporter from SCW that wants to talk to you.

I nodded and slipped out of the pool as I walked up the steps. The camera caught a glimpse of my body, more ripped than it was in the past. My wife, Ariel, was already in a red bikini as she gave me a kiss on the lips before walking past me and entering the pool. It took me ten minutes to shower and re-dress myself before stepping out of the mansion and seeing Rocky Mountains staring at me.

You're wasting my time. What do you want?

You do know that everyone's excited to see you return, don't you?

I walked towards her and stopped in front of Rocky.

Since you're in the mood to engage in conversation, let's start. We've been activity on your Twitter feed, where you've been exchanging heated words with Christian, your boss. Do you think you and him will come to blows inside a ring?

Far as I'm concerned, I have no problem with him or what he does. What I do have a problem with, Rocky, is someone telling me I cannot do this or that, telling me to take it easy. I won't do that. I'm not the kind of guy that plays dutiful soldier and follows order without once questioning it. Do you understand that? I'm loyal to only one person in the world inside that place and that's me. Every side I chose to take, every business deal, every fight I got into, every victory I earned and every loss I took, all of that is on me. I'm not some famous singer that blames his mom, his girlfriend, or anything that brought him to who he is now. It's completely ridiculous! Sure, I owe Christian and Mark gratitude for enabling my success in many different ways, but the truth is that I worked hard to get there and I've been repaid with tremendous success! I don't need a guy like him, dressed in some corporate suit, telling me what to do. I don't think so! If he and I ever get into a ring for whatever reason, I'm going to destroy him completely. It's no contest in my eyes. But until then, I hope he keeps his distance. If he does that and allows me to do what I want, then I'm OK with him. But if he gets in my way, he's in for a world of hurt. Does that answer your question?

So then why defy him? Because you didn't get Blaque Evans?

I simply laughed.

Defiance? If you had listened carefully, it's because he's not going to get in my way. But Blaque Evans, on the other hand, well...

She took my silence as mere contemplation as she wanted to hear more.

Truth is, I heard what he had to say about me. So I got a few choice words for him.

I looked down at the camera with an icy stare, first smiling, then expressing rage as my speech continued on.

Blaque Evans, let me congratulate you on your victory. You earned it. I'll give you credit for a big accomplishment. But to tell me that it's your year, 2015, and you're able to call the shots? Not from where I'm standing, boy. As to who am I? I already told you on Twitter, I'm your worst fucking nightmare and you're damn right, my achievement as a two-time Roulette champion is nothing to sneeze at, in your words. But you see, I've been absent and wherever I went, I made sure to keep myself tuned into SCW each and every week. I know all about you and what you've done here and if you're the guy that I have to run over to get that SCW Internet champion, then so be it. I suggest you don't take what I say personally. It's all nothing but business and that title, as far as I'm concerned, will be MINE for the taking. So do me a favor, man, hold that title for as long as possible. One way or another, I'm going to get that title off you. If I were you, I suggest you start praying to whatever "God" you chose to believe in, because not even him or her, if you think it's female anyway, will save you. Your punishment is coming in due time. Much as I respect what you did at Inception, your reign is going to be short-lived. Once I'm given the #1 contendership to the SCW Internet title, Blaque Evans, you're nothing but a peon that's just waiting to stepped on me and crushed into little pieces while I dethrone your sorry, worthless ass and take away what you fought so hard to gain. The King Of Kings is back and I'm not going ANYWHERE. Start fearing me now, because your time of "calling shots" will be over in a blink of an eye! Oh and before I forget - I'm not going to jump for you, but you are going to be my bitch when we fight for the title. You're going to be easily dealt with, mark my words on that one!

Strong words from a man that appears to have found his stride...

I looked back at her and she appeared to be frightened as she stepped away.

My stride? Girl, I already found that during my journey away from the United States! Don't you dare tell me that I found my stride. You know NOTHING of what I went through!

Shaking my head at her, I turned away from her and opened the door. I was about to step inside when she asked me her final question.

And what of your opponent, Lord Raab?

I stopped in my tracks and looked over my shoulder.

You should know this by now. Nothing in the world frightens me. If guys like Mark and Christian want to try and take me down with a man like him, they are in for a world of disgust when I clean his clock for good! Lord Raab, as he's apparently called, is going to find out first hand what I"m now capable of unleashing. There is a time and place for games, Rocky, and this isn't one of them. I intend to set myself as the standard for everything a fighter strives to be. Blaque Evans says it's his year in 2015? Far from the truth...The King Of Kings will be the only man standing in 2015 with his held up high, taking in all the rewards while all of his opponents are left in a bloodied state and that all begins with Lord Raab himself! Now if you'll excuse me, my children need their father. Get out of my sight!

Before she could ask any more questions, the door slammed shut behind me.

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My name is Kain. I AM The King Of Kings and NOT The King Of Wrestling! And when I talk, all of you BETTER LISTEN!

Christian Underwood, is the life you maintain easy for you to lead? As a little boy, you had dreams of owning an establishment like Sin City Wrestling and more than likely had ambitions of power. Now you have it. You can easily call the shots from the throne you sit on without worrying too much about the rewards and consequences. Problem is, that's just a fantasy. Today is reality and I don't think you understand reality.

Reality, my friend, allows those very choices to haunt you and to bite you in the ass. Every decision you make for yourself, every choice you make for allies and rivals will create more and more of your reputation. Inside and outside of the ring and you should know that by now. But one of those decisions that you made as of recent was a foolish, arrogant one.

Who are you to tell me that I need to earn it? Christian, you don't know the half of it, do you? I have been earning my spot ever since I left the SCW!

Now, before you jump off your high horse and rant a bit more like some prima donna, let me explain. After my loss against Equinox and being stripped of the Roulette title for the second time, my wife and I were not on good terms. Television may allow us to be a great couple, but behind the scenes, neither of us were happy. I returned home and we argued for a long time without our precious kids watching.

Eventually, it boiled over to the point of where my rage finally got the best of me and I threw a vase into a nearby wall, my face no longer hiding my anger, but letting it come out instead. I was still enraged my loss against Equinox and I was more ambitious about possibly becoming the next SCW world heavyweight champion! That was my dream, my destiny, so to see that being held back was devastating. My wife on the other hand...she made the biggest decision that would change everything for us...and damage both my heart and soul in the process.

She took our four kids...Arthur, Rose, Cecil, and Lydia...and moved back to New York City.

On the inside, I was devastated. I needed that terrible void to be replaced with the sight of my wife and our children again and it wasn't going to happen anytime soon. Sure, I continued to train, but not as much. Sure, I tried to stay strong, but nothing seemed to work out. So, in a state of panic and confusion, I almost turned to the bottle.

But something stopped me. It was the power of positive thinking.

Now, that might sound weird or vaguely ludicrious to a man of your stature, but it's what saved me in the end. Instead of trying to get something back that wasn't attainable, why not start fresh? Why not go in a different direction and see where my life takes me? That dream of being an SCW heavyweight champion of the world still resided within my heart and soul. I was not going to let a single man, woman, or child stand in my way of that dream. That fight, Christian, never left me and I don't intend on giving up anytime soon.

So my plan was to take one year off of fighting, one year of wrestling, and to head on overseas. At the time, I was unsure of what I was fully trying to accomplish with this purpose. It wasn't a matter of trying to get away from reality. No, it was simply finding another way to take on reality head-on and seeing how it would benefit or destroy me. That was the whole idea. To get stronger, to get better, to work on something so big and universal that it would keep my soul intact, my head focused on the game.

That's what I did Christian. I trained with the best martial artists I could find on the planet, in the hopes of reinventing myself. I got my ass kicked, but I kicked ass even harder! I was learning new moves and techniques that escaped my attention. My body was healing from the wounds Equinox provided to me, my soul was healing from the loss of my wife and children, and my head had that moment of clarity - that I would never again be restricted to life's obstacles. If there was an obstacle that needed to be overcome, it would be smashed into pieces.

Unfortunately, every now and then, I'd have to break my vow. After all, it's not like I can disappear entirely. My name is renowned throughout the global landscape and some unknown fool would challenge me on the spot. Why? All to make a name for themselves. Either it would be a solo venture or being given tough odds when certain fools brought their friends to back them up, thinking it would be easy to take me on.

None of those idiots were strong enough to crush me and sit on my throne. I obliterated the weak competition, using what I've been learning for one year. It has helped me to understand how to make this job easier, this art of fighting. With every battle I've fought overseas, my reputation merely grew. My exploits grew tenfold. As usual, Christian, words became stories, stories became myths, myths became legends. Kain, The King Of Kings, was on a rampage of destruction. No one could topple that giant.

That entire year, Christian, by the way...that's all I could think about. SCW. My home. It was truly the best competition I've ever had, both good and bad. None of these weaklings that I've fought in my underground fighting days or even overseas could compare to what SCW brought. In fact, guys like your best friend, your co-worker, Mark Ward? He's one of the few men that had brought out the best in me. We tore the streets of London in a new one and made them never forget a memorable battle. That's what I wanted, what I always craved, and I KNEW that I would be returning for all this once again.

I came back home and my beautiful wife, Ariel, saw the changes in me. No longer was I angry, desperate. I was strong, focused, determined. It took awhile to patch things up again, but in the end, it worked out.

They once again have their husband and father. Now, the only thing left was to slowly return and make a big impact.

But how?

A plan formed in my mind, but it needed to be executed. As you, the entire wrestling locker room, and...more importantly, the entire world witness, I shocked them all. I decided to paint the winner of the newly-crowned SCW Internet champion as my next target and when Blaque Evens received that title from a hard-fought clash, that's when I made my move. From there on, no one was safe. Not Mark Ward. Not Casey Williams. Not Nick Jones. Not Equinix. Nobody! If you still believe to be safe from that seat that holds your empire, Christian, you're sadly mistaken!

That is my story. That is the truth. I'm not surprised that my recent exploits has failed to capture your attention. Why is that? Because you have tunnel vision, good sir, and you refuse to see what's going on around you. But that's why I'm here, isn't it? Your friendly-neighborhood Kain to once again re-enter the fold and tell you the truth from beginning to end. Now you know what I've been up to. Now you know why I've been earning this spot and why I feel like i DESERVE that spot already, if not RIGHT NOW.

So I'm going to tell you man to man, face to face. I respect you. I really do. A lot of decisions you've made against your enemies are, for the most part, the right ones. And I wouldn't have any problem being your ally unless you had a change of heart and betrayed me, which won't happen anytime soon I believe. So I'm going to give you a warning - if you cross me, if you try to turn the tables against me, if you try to hold me back ever again? I'm going to end your career and your life without a second thought.

That's not some statement that came out of left-field, Christian. It's not just empty threat. It's a promise. The more time goes by, the more you need to realize that I say what I want, I do what I please, I'll fight whoever interests me, and I will more than certainly get any #1 contendership for almost any belt I see fit! You understand that? I don't play by your rules, Chris. I play by MY RULES!

I hope I made all of this entirely clear to you. After all, I may be a better friend to you than you realize...

With all that being said, I must now focus solely on the task at hand. You know how I mentioned earlier about certain decisions you make that I respect, for the most part? Well, this decision that you made against me for this week was another foolish, full of stupidity and bullshit.

You see, I was expecting you to throw me into the fire with a worthy challenger or foe. I was expecting the likes of Nick Jones or Jordan Williams, guys who could really test my mettle. Or perhaps you'd want to see a rivalry rekindled and throw me into the gauntlet with the likes of Casey Williams or even the boss man himself, Mark Ward, one more time, in an epic showdown to see who truly is the better man!

Or you could have done the right thing, all along, and given me the #1 contendership to the SCW Internet championship belt and giving me automatic rights to face Blaque Evans for the title itself.

Instead, you give me...Lord Raab?

Right from the get-go, I'm VERY displeased. You chose to throw me into the fire with an opponent that looks tough and dangerous, but can be easily crushed in the end. Don't get me wrong, I don't plan on underestimating this bug, but at the same time, I can't help but question this decision! This is the guy you're hoping to watch as he futilely attempts to crush my hopes of winning the SCW Internet championship belt? This is the guy you're hoping that sends me packing straight home, back to Detroit, Michigan, without a second thought? Give me a break! This is my home. This is my arena. More importantly, that is my ring and I don't intend to allow any class clown taint my battlefield.

Lord Raab. you have nothing that I want, except for this victory. I have nothing personal against you. But the fact of the matter is this - you have been booked to deal with an adversary far beyond your comprehension. If you think that you're going to make a name for yourself at my expense, I suggest you think again. If you're hoping that this will be the time that Lord Raab rises from the ashes and makes his amazing comeback, don't. Instead of you trying to ruin my dreams, I'm going to ruin yours and everything that you stand for. Both Mark and especially Christian here made a fatal error in choosing you to dispose me.

Not am I only going to disappoint them, I'm going to prove them wrong. I'm going to make them, you, and everyone that continues to doubt me know that I am no longer anyone's bitch and that I DO play for keeps!

So understand something, boy.

This is your final warning. I've been absent for about a year and I haven't stayed lazy during that time. My skills are improved, I'm in a better place, and I'm ready to destroy ANYONE that comes into my path. Guys like Gabriel are on my hit list and it's not that I have anything against them. I just want to win. I want to be victorious and to see everything I've worked and EARNED hard for come to pass. So either you be a good, little boy and walk away or suffer the consequences. By that, I mean it's going to be a long, painful night if you continue this road.

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

 For the most part, I am fearless and if I do something on the first try, I get it right the first time.

If you had asked me to fix a toilet, no problem. If you had asked me to pick up a gun, load the weapon and fire it at target practice for the first time, no problem. But if you had asked me to be a parent to any children for the first time?

That's a whole different story.

I still remember the day that Lisa told me about her being pregnant for the first time. This was in Detroit at the time, when we took a stroll in the Tinley Park. It was a gorgeous, beautiful day at the time and I felt at peace. I was starting to work out and do well at the start of my tenure with SCW and I felt like things wouldn't go wrong at all. How could anything go wrong? After all, the attitude that I've had for myself was to take things one day at a time and if anything was thrown at you, you just learned to deal with it and accept it for what it is.

Of course, nothing in life turns out the way you want it to.

The cameras were following us, but we paid no attention to them. Calm, cool, and relaxed, we sat down on a bench and took the settings in. Children playing on the playground, other couples passing by, holding hands or bodies next to each other, traffic noise constant on the roads nearby. Some people couldn't help but be curious as to why there was a camera crew nearby. Others did say my name out loud and I acknowledged them with a quick wave, indication that I recognized them. On the inside, though, I felt like I just wanted it to be Lisa and I. Alone. In our own little world. Just the two of us. But that all changed when she slowly turned to me and took both of my hands, caressing them slowly .

Alex...there's something I've been meaning to tell you.

The wind shifted in the other direction, a nice breeze flowing. I looked at her and smiled. Whatever it may be, I was ready for it. Somehow, whatever it was she wanted to say or ask of me, I could deal with it. But it was those two words that made my whole world spin.

I'm pregnant, Alex.

Pregnant?

The wind suddenly blew fiercely and my smile was gone. I looked downward, at her legs, letting the words sink into my brain. On the inside, I was trembling with fear and trepidation. A child? How am I, Alex Grayson, supposed to deal with this new challenge? It made me think of my parents and I broke down, crying in front of her. I didn't expect it to happen, but there it is, for the whole world to see. She tried to smooth me quickly, because she knew how important my parents were to me. It took me a few minutes for me to calm down and I wiped the tears away. The smile came back alive once again as I looked at her straight in the eyes...the most beautiful eyes a man could ever have the pleasure of looking into.

Do we know...how many?

She smiled for the first time, still caressing my hands, and nodded quickly.

Twins.

Twins?! That word alone struck my brain like a thousand bullets carving into my chest after the shots were fired from multiple soldiers. I looked away for a second, at the children playing in the playground. Their parents were on the side, watching them carefully. A lot of people, before me, went down this path. A lot of people were fortunate to have enough children and raise them right and others unfortunately did not have that luxury. It is a known fact that parents do die young, leaving their kids abandoned and lost or they were given some cruel hand of fate and the parents were thrown into prison, forcing the kid to grow up without that parent by their side. I looked at Lisa and pondered that question.

Would I be able to be one of the good parents?

I looked at Lisa, whose smiled was as warming as the sun above us. She had no problem with this decision. She chose me. To throw that gift away would be a sense of betrayal and I don't intend to dishonor her in any way possible. If I am to be a father and a husband, then I must accept this challenge. Already, my head was swarming with the possibilities, even of future visions. Would people embrace that side of me? It made me think of James Hetfield all of a sudden...

People didn't like it when they saw a famous musician taking his young daughter to ballet class and then playing with her somewhere outside. They thought he was the biggest badass out there, standing in front of the mic and spewing lyrics about politics, war, death, and destruction and to see that must have turned them off. I decided, however, that I can't be Kain all the time. I don't want my wrestling antics to be going into the home. I need to be Alex Grayson at home. I need to be the man that my parents always thought I could be and if I am to succeed at that goal, then I'll do whatever it takes to make it all work.

I'm very happy. Very, very happy. This is the best day of my life.

No, Alex, this isn't just your best day. It's also the best day of my life. I never regretted choosing you to be my partner for this entire ride and I'm glad this happened. But you have to know, I'm scared too.

I blinked my eyes a couple of times. I even almost laughed, but refused to do so. Her...scared? She's just as tough as I am in the ring and she's highly skilled and talented! What does she have to be afraid of? She shivered, but not because of the weather, but because she had the same thoughts as I did about the whole ordeal that's ahead of us. She continued to look at me straight and continued to talk out her feelings as I listened intently.

Alex, when I first took the test and discovered that I was pregnant, I had a million thoughts in my mind. You and I were born to be fighters, but for this? How can I handle motherhood? I cried to my mom, you know? I spoke to her on the phone and she calmed me down as I spilled my guts to her. She told me that everything would be OK and that this would be the greatest thing to ever happen. But would it? And more importantly, it made me think how you would react to the news of me carrying our children? After that conversation, Alex, I realized she was right. This is the best thing to ever happen to us. This is going to be an adventure, both good and bad, and I KNOW, for a fact, sweetheart, that you are capable of being the best father and husband possible.

I smiled and nodded. But I was deathly afraid. Ask me to do anything the first time and I won't have any problem doing it. But this? Taking care of children? Being a father? On top of that, not with my parents being around anymore? All I had was memories of them when I was very small and I've tried so hard to remember what they have taught, which was little. All they wanted me to do was just be a kid and enjoy life. Sure, in my early teens, they sat me down and gave me hard speeches about the obstacles of life, the kind of talk that was serious and had to be addressed early on. Like any other kid, I listened, but mostly ignored it. Some things they've said still stayed with me and I'll never forget. Never.

We both cried and hugged each other tightly. We were going to be a family for the first time in our lives. But whether or not we could pull it off successfully?

That was another question that had a different answer altogether, one that won't be answered until the process begins.

* * *

Andrew Garcia, I know you're out there and I know you're watching and listening. I suggest you do what I say very carefully, because the next time we meet, it will be in the center of the ring. And that ring will be a battlefield, a war that will be waged until once of us is down and the other walks away with the SCW Roulette championship belt. And we all know, by now, who that man will be...Kain, The King Of Kings!

Unlike you, I've held two titles in my career. One was the Roulette championship belt that I'll gladly take away from you at Chaos In Cape Town and the other is the tag-team championship belts when Lucian Frost and I became Blood Omen. That tag-team, as of right now, no longer exists, for I am on my own. It's been a long while since I've held any belt of any kind and you are going to be nothing but easy prey at the PPV. You see, all you've been doing, on this whole ride, is pissing me off. The sight of you and what you stand for kills me on the inside. Your favorite color is orange all over, you try to make yourself to be the toughest guy on the roster, and you feel like you have this "honorable code" that you stand and live for. But all of it is nothing but a charade and it's even more pathetic having to stand here and watch you ruin the SCW Roulette title every time your ugly face is on the camera. Do you not understand the concept of what a true champion? A true champion doesn't stay in a stable, doesn't have these memorable conversations with his mentor in order to gain some kind of comfort. A true champion is someone that stands tall on his own and delivers each and every week, without having any excuses to hide what's really going on. That's what the Roulette title is all about, that's what any title should be all about! And here you are, Andrew Garcia, unable to say or do anything because you are nothing but a complete chickenshit with no value or charisma in his bones. This is one of the many reasons why taking away the Roulette title is going to be all the more fun to me, because I know who and what you really are and I cannot wait, Andrew Garcia, to show how much of an embarrassment and failure you are in life all along. Watch as Mark Ward disowns your sorry ass and feeds you to the dogs. More importantly, I'm going to make Casey Williams wish that he never took you on as a student in the game. It's going to be one of the best nights of my life!

This match is going to be amazing. Sure, we have a lot of fights lined up for the PPV, but none of them are more important than this battle. You and I are about to step into the ring, to make history - you, in your first title defense, will have no choice but to bow down to authority and hand me over a title that should have never gone away from my hand sin the first place! Therefore, whereas this is going to be easy, you are involved in a hard struggle, Andrew Garcia. You either go for broke or nothing at all and that's what I want out of you. I want you to take that so-called rage you keep boasting about and use it against me. It's going to be a weak, futile effort out of you, but go for it, use what you learned from your abysmal master, try to make him proud! I learned form the best outside of this business, Andrew, but I don't go to them every time I need help. Why? Because I have all the tools and resources needed to complete the job, as best as I can. Sure, I've lost my fair share of matches here, but all it does is MADE ME STRONGER.  That's why this match is going to be tough for you, because no matter what you do to me, it won't take me out of the game one bit. Thus, I'm going to enjoy crushing you all night long, Andrew. At the end of the night, you are going to beg me to stop delivering the pain, because you knew all along that it was too much for you. Think of this fight as a match between Neo and Agent Smith, the final climatic scene where brave Neo gave it everything he got, but Agent Smith proved to be the better man and took away everything he had. Of course, Agent Smith died in the end, but that won't happen to me. I'm going to rise above everything you've thrown at me; from the challenge to the chokehold. Every little thing you've done towards me, Andrew Garcia, I'm going to pay you back in spades.

I also have to say, it's nauseating to watch you bellow out certain song quotes from a band called Five Finger Death Punch. Not that I have anything against them, I listen to them and I love that band myself, but do you see me or anyone else, for that matter, resorting to lyrics to feed their cause? Absolutely not! My favorite band is Metallica, the greatest heavy-metal band of all time and with the exception of one album they did, everything else they did is sublime. But do you see me use their lyrics at all? Absolutely not. No band or lyrics that are stuck in your head can save you from the destruction that awaits you at Chaos At Cape Town. And if you think, for one little second, that any of your friends from the HSI can save your sorry, worthless ass, forget it. My eyes are sharp as a hawk and my senses are attuned to everything that's going on around me. You can stand there, like the loudmouth asshole that you are, and tell me that I'm predictable and that you can counter anything that I throw in your way. To me, that is nothing but a load of shit. Not a single man, woman, or child were born telepaths. They simply cannot read their minds and know what to already expect, so you certainly failed in that. Also, if it were true that you could do all that to me...then why in the world couldn't you get the job done against me the first time around? For all this talk of being this so-called badass, your actions certainly stated something else altogether. So I suggest you think of this match as a preview of your ultimate demise, Andrew Garcia. I assure you, I promise you...by the end of the night, not only will you have lost your title, your career will be over as well. Far as I'm concerned, the only way you'll be able to win this battle is through a miracle and I'm afraid you're shit out of luck if you can create one at all.

I love that name. Chaos In Cape Town. In this regard, Mark, Christian, and Eric Staggs are smart, because it's certainly going to be a night of chaos that no one will ever forget. Believe me, our final confrontation for the SCW Roulette title will be one for the ages, Andrew Garcia. After that PPV, there is no going back. You and I will tangle, one last time, for a belt that both of us think we deserve from the other. That night, I intend to finally take my seat upon the throne of the Roulette division and then knock down all challengers that stand in my way, each and every week. You can deny everything I've said all I want, Andrew Garcia. I know that you will come looking for a fight and I know you will come at me swinging with every fiber of your being. But none of that matters now, because I have you right where I want you. You're going to suffer the most humiliating defeat in your career. And to think, this is the first title defense you've ever had with the Roulette championship, is it not? Don't worry, I'm more than happy enough to end it on such short notice! Mark my wards, Andrew Garcia, that title is MINE! The only thing that's blocking me from getting that belt is you and I intend to make this a quick, painless night for me, as much as possible anyway. Like I said before, Andrew Garcia, you never quit and you never gave up. That's admirable. But the truth is, you failed as a tag-team partner. You failed to defeat me the first time around. How will this fight be any different from last time? Only you can put me away this night and I don't see that happening at all. So it's time for you to pay the piper, hand me the SCW Roulette title without much of a fight, and walk away. You don't? I'll end everything for you my way. Chaos In Cape Town will be MY NIGHT for I will win back MY TITLE, Andrew Garcia, and there's not a freaking thing in the world that you can do about it!

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