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Supercard Archives / Settling The Score

« on: April 19, 2012, 06:45:18 PM »

I stepped into a caged ring somewhere in London, surveying my surroundings. It was full of pigs that screamed hoarsely, demanding my demise at the hands of their significant champion. Next to me was Ariel, who merely shook her head, wondering how low these idiots can be in their thinking. She then kissed me on the lips, then stepped out of the ring, the door closing behind her. I chanced at a quick look, seeing some stupid gang-member trying to get his hands on her. She grabbed the man’s wrist, tossed him over her shoulder, got on the ground, and broke his arm with a vicious armbar. That made the man scream in pain as he rolled away, his boys trying to help him up and getting him out of there. The rest of the men around here immediately backed off, completely scared of her presence.

I smirked, then turned around to study their champion. He was a rounded, fat man covered with gang ink all over him. I had tattoos of my own, but nothing like this man. He is currently serving his boss, James “The Knife” Whitman. I arrived here to take over this territory, as I’ve done with all the others in this lifetime. He was also the man responsible for bringing in two men to attack my girl and I at a hotel awhile back. It was time that I put him in his place by destroying his champion. I studied him even further and he was carrying a sword. LIke I’m really afraid of anyone carrying a weapon; I’ve been slashed and hit with every kind of weapon known to man and it doesn’t faze me one bit; not even a bullet can stop me in my tracks, because I’ll continue on and get the job done. That’s why my legend is incredible; I can survive against the greatest odds and still come out winning in the end.

You made a big mistake coming here. Are you that stupid or naive?

You have been fearing me and my reputation, but you haven’t found out the hard way. Your champion will fall and when I’m done, I’ll be taking over this place and claiming it for my own. Everyone else fell before me, James. You will be just like the rest. Just another day in the office, James. Give up now while you have the chance.

In response, he snarled with rage.

Kill him!

The man started to circle the ring, holding the sword with both hands, cackling as he was imagining the pain he was going to try and inflict on me. I stood my ground, making no move, my arms folded. Then I started walking, circling with him, just waiting patiently for him to make a foolish move. In a fight, you have to study the opponent’s body movement, feel out their confidence, test them accordingly, to see if they can withstand the gruesome fight for a long period of time or fall quickly. This guy had none of the strong attributes that only I, Kain, The King Of Kings possessed. Then again, no one else really could compare to my physical strength and prowess. This man was also an obvious fool, not a patient student in the game of war, as he rushed towards me, slashing wildly, trash-talking as he did so. I easily avoided all of his strikes, letting him get frustrated. He was telling me just to stand there and die, which I thought was a waste of time. Finally, he went for a horizontal strike. Wanting to end it now, I quickly grabbed his hand, twisted it enough so that his bones would break. He screamed loud, the sword clanging on the ground. Holding his hand still, I grabbed his sword with my right hand, then knocked out with a headbutt. He laid on the ground, motionless, as I scribbled a “K” mark onto his neck. James sat on his throne, his face twisted with hate, as I pointed the sword at him and grinned like a cheshire cat. Behind me, a fight was happening, but Ariel held them off, destroying them one by one. James clenched his knuckles in fury, unable to believe what just happened; the king and queen taking over another territory in the underground world, another chapter in this glorious legend created and established once more.

Like I said, James...it’s just another day in the office for me!

* * *

London Brawling.

This is the one pay-per-view where everything changes for the greatest combatant of all time - me. All of you can take a nice, long glance at the card and see a card that’s full of pitiful losers that do not ultimately matter in the scheme of things. It doesn’t matter if championship belts are lost or retained. It doesn’t matter who emerges victorious or who falls before their present adversary. What matters, in the end, is how I triumph. Victory, at my hands, will result in a new era unlike any other! People outside of the wrestling business will once again be impressed by my tenacity and determination to get the job done. The entire roster, both superstar and diva, will tremble heavily before my incredible superiority, helpless and unable to do anything except to pay me the respect and admiration that I deserved from the very beginning. Fact is, what I’m about to pull off is nothing but a stroke of genius on my behalf. And really, it’s all thanks to my cowardly opponent, Mark Ward, who set the whole thing in motion. I want to start by talking facts, talking truth, like how I’ve always done ever since I walked into this place and decided to claim this place for my own!

For anyone not keeping up with this pathetic drama, I’ll gladly indulge you. Mark Ward is a lowlife and someone that really can’t get around to accomplishing things on his own without connections or being part of a political position to make himself look good. In order for him to still stay at where he is, he’s looking for a puppet to be his obedient slave and commit his crimes without questioning him at all. To get someone like that, he will want to comfort you with false promises and exaggerated lies and unfortunately, most people will believe him. So he came to me, in a desperate bid to turn the tide against anyone that stood in his way. He thought that, under his deluded guidance, that I would be walking into the promised land, with all the money and fame I could ever ask for. He tried to play himself as the friendly soothsayer that would’ve scratched his back as long as I scratched his, in other words. However, I harbor no like for anyone within this federation and I had no intention of allying myself with anyone, even when I was forcefully booked in matches I did not wish to participate in. So I made a choice on my part.

I refused to be his pawn. In retaliation, as I was walking out of his office, he attacked me and left me for dead. That would be the biggest mistake he would ever make! After the heinous crime was executed, he tried to come out and explain himself. He would create some of the worst lies in wrestling history. He would tell the public that he needed me and that I was a fool for turning down his offer. He said that I was nothing without him and that things would change for the worse as I continued my journey. Since some of these lies have brainwashed the public, allow me to correct you. First off, it’s obvious from the get-go; he’s been very jealous of my success. Every guy in the world takes a look at me and they can’t help but want to BE ME! Mark is exactly the same; he can’t help but be enraged when he sees that I’m a man of full confidence and no arrogance. He knows that I’m a man of my word and that I can’t get the job done on my own. Each and every time I walk into the ring, it’s all about what I do. Mark could never hold a candle to my greatness and therefore is nothing but a mere shadow in my presence. Second, I’m an intelligent man. I’m nothing like the pack of fools that follow Mark like a bunch of blindly loyal, stupid dogs, such as Nick Jones. I declined his offer, unwilling to be part of his madness and insanity. He doesn’t like it when the smartest man in the world treads his own path, not caring for anyone but himself and makes his own way in life without the aid of others. Fact is, I’m no one’s bitch and Mark hates me for not becoming one of his bitches. With all these facts in mind, Mark Ward, in a fit of jealous rage and hatred for everything I stand for, assaulted me while my back was turned, thus setting off the chain of events that lead us to this point.

Mark, I now want to ask you. How did it feel to be assaulted by a plan of my own creation, one you never saw coming? For all of your genius, you failed to see what I did coming. You thought that I would somehow just give it up, walk away, and just wait until London Brawling came out, so that I could get my hands on you. But it doesn’t work that way, Mark. You see, I’m a man that’s true to his word and when I tell you that vengeance will come at a time of my own place and choosing, it will happen. For weeks, we’ve been trading physical attacks unto each other, trying to gain the upper hand in terms of momentum and mind games. Last week, I know, for a fact, that I have your number. I orchestrated a plan that went into motion the moment I set foot in the building last week in Berlin, Germany. You decided to ambush me, but not on your own, but with the aid of your friends. You chained my girl to the ropes with handcuffs and delivered a nasty beating. I paid you back in mind by delivering sweet revenge with my own people. Who are those people, Mark? I’ll leave that a mystery, if only to stir you up in further anger, trying to figure out, for the life of you, on who the hell those men and women were that just jumped on you and your stupid allies lin total darkness. I’ll never tell you, because you are not worthy of knowing at all. But the games that we played against each other are now coming to an end and one of us will fall. Believe me when I tell you, Mark, you will be the one falling when our score is settled by my hand raised in victory.

And now, here you are, going to desperate measure one more time. You are trying to bring home court advantage into our final confrontation. A vicious brawl that will happen throughout London. Is this how you see it? That just because you know London like the back of your hand that it will suit your needs in our fight? You are sadly mistaken, Mark. I’ve traveled the world a thousand times over and been to London many times before. Already, I can imagine me chasing you to the top of the Tower Of London, to be greeted with weapons scattered all over the floor. Or why not take each other at the Westminster Abbey, with the public watching on, fascinated by the battle and the violence it spills across the streets of London? It doesn’t matter where go, Mark Ward. You know why? Because no matter how far you try to run away from me or how hard you try to hide from me, I will always find you. I will be the living nightmare that you cannot escape from and at its conclusion, you will suffer a worst fate then I’ve given to most men in my lifetime. London is the perfect playground for your untimely demise and when I’m finished with you, I’ll be taking over the keys you possess and walk back into the kingdom and the only threat I’ll be dealing with is your partner, Christain Underwood, who is also in grave danger. For now, I’ll deal with him later. Today, it’s all about you and how you will pay dearly for everything you’ve done against me.

This is going to be the easiest victory I’ve ever achieved in my career and it’s really all thanks to you, Mark. You want to put me, the king of kings, in his place at his own game. How easily you will fail, because I know all the tricks involved. I’ve studied the art of fighting a lot longer than you ever hoped to in your lifetime and know how the game is played. I’ve been involved in this arena for as long as I can remember, so you are about to face the biggest adversary in your career and you will die trying to end him. You will lose in the hardest match of your worthless career, because I hold all the cards and I’m ready for every move that you make. It will be a fun, delightful adventure, chasing your sorry ass around London and destroying you at every turn. I’m like a monstrous cat toying with its prey, a helpless, weak mouse that tries to scurry to safety, only to be caught by its paw and held in the air, the mouse screaming for mercy, the cat giving none in return. I expect that you’ll try to surprise me somewhere in all this, but I’m ready for anything you try to throw at my way. I’m the king of this world, Mark Ward, and a king will gladly put his subjects into place. You, on the other hand, are different. You try to surpass me, attempting to break me down, thinking that you were better than me in every respect. Trust me when I tell you, Mark Ward; you will always be a coward that will never be better than a god, a demon, a king, such as I, Kain...THE KING OF KINGS!

London Brawling will prove to be a sight for the ages. No one in the world, from the nagging critics to the unintelligent fanbase, will ever forget the blood and carnage that I unleash upon Mark Ward. No one will forget how Kain stood up to a corrupted madman, brave enough to annihilate him and take over the throne for his own. And no one will ever forget the legend that he continues to create in epic matches like these, a myth that everyone will continue to be talking about long after his death. I am the greatest fighter in the world, Mark Ward, the most complete combatant on this Earth. No one can compare to the power and might I wield, Mark Ward. You’ve been a doomed man since the beginning, boy, long before you attacked me. I had plans to go after you anyway, but you took out the gun and pulled the trigger changing everything for me. Now you’ve made it quicker and easier for me to finish what I started since my arrival. I’m going to enjoy humiliating you in your hometown, Mark. I’m going to enjoy watching you suffer, watching you bleed like a stuck pig, every bone in your body crushed, your spirit totally broken and unwilling to heal. This is going to be the longest night of your life, Mark, and I won’t stop until my thirst for vengeance is fully quenched and I feel nothing but ultimate satisfaction. I hope you are prepared to meet your inevitable destruction at my whim, Mark, because in the end...everything you do against me will be for nothing. After London Brawling, there will be no more doubt, no more questioning. I am the biggest badass in town and you simply don’t have a chance in hell in defeating me.

No chance at all...

Climax Control Archives / Prophecy

« on: April 06, 2012, 07:41:21 PM »

Ariel: What will you say to him?

I looked at her and didn't say a thing before returning my gaze to the road. She was talking about Mark Ward's pathetic speech, his own stand against me, defending his actions. I knew what I was going to say and believe me when I tell you, it will be the most intense I will ever be against that son of a bitch.

I arrived in France, earlier in the week. It enraged me to discover that I am once again booked in a tag-match, this time with someone who I consider nothing to be but a piece of shit. Sitting in the limo with my girl, I looked away and shook my head. I should be involved in championship matches, not having to sit here and deal with weaklings time after time. Every partner I've been forced to deal with failed to get the job done - Raynin turned out to be the same. And yet, here I am, one more time, dealing with a joke named Matthew "Prime Time" Kennedy, a man that really has nothing going for him. No hope, no drive, no determination, nothing. He is more or less a rotting disease that should be extinguished once and for all. So it is once again up to me to carry the weight and attempt to get the job done at all costs. That's fine - I enjoy breaking people in half on my own and proving, time after time, that I am the best at what I do.

It didn't take long to arrive at the Novotel Aix En Provence Beaumanoir, a hotel somewhere in France. As Ariel and I got out of the car, it turns out that we were expected. Not just by the hotel staff, but by the media and fans, which was literally no surprise to us. Everywhere we went, we were followed and I didn't give a damn. This is what happens when you become the best in the world; all anyone cares about is your life and you know what? I relish in the spotlight! None of the other men and women could handle what I do on a daily basis and that's just too awesome to ignore! Cameras were flashing everywhere, cheers and boos were thrown at us by the crowd, the media hounding us with questions as security surrounded us and took us into the hotel. We were both dressed casually, but I didn't have time for these idiots. I had a lot on my mind and just wanted to get into my hotel room.

The whole week consisted nothing but training, putting myself to the test in everyway possible and that's why not many people hear from me. Sure, I did the occasional promotion, but, as usual, I was left to my own devices. Ariel pushed me to the limit and when I thought I could go no further, she screamed in my face. She told me to go beyond what I could do and I did, because being back on top meant EVERYTHING TO ME. She knew this as well and loves me for it; she is the light in my darkness. In any case, that's where I have been lately, focusing on the matters that need to be taken care, such as this upcoming match for Climax Control, then I have to settle my personal vendetta with the cowardly bastard known as Mark "Hot Stuff" Ward, who has been getting on my last nerve lately. It was time for me to kick his ass, take my place as the head of the SCW federation, and make sure that NO ONE stands in my way. Once I have it all...the keys, the championships, all of it...no one will ever doubt me again.

We arrived at our hotel room, which was located on the tenth floor. I nodded to my security escort and they departed for the time being. Ariel opened the door and we both went inside, checking it out. It was a large place, big in each section, from the dining room to the kitchen itself. It was like living back in our mansion in Detroit, my birthplace. Ariel dropped off her bags and went off to another room in order to make a phone call. Meanwhile, taking off my shades, I noticed a white envelope that was on the table, waiting patiently. I went over to the table, grabbed the envelope, and ripped the entry to shreds and taking out a piece of paper that simply read...

Welcome to your death!

Suddenly, the glass broke from the balcony view. Two men, all dressed in black with ski masks, quickly saw me and fired with their sub-machine guns. They didn't see Ariel, their main focus solely on me. I immediately kneeled and pulled up the table, as bullets were ripping through the table. Although I couldn't see her, I felt Ariel's presence and immediately feared for her safety. If they got one look at her, it would be the end of her. One guy was headed to the right, doing so just to keep me corner as his buddy, from the left side, continued to open fire at me. The guy on the right never saw it coming, as Ariel grabbed him from behind and pulled him out of the view. The guy on the left, seeing what just barely happened, fired in the room, now realizing that only two people were in the room. He moved towards where Ariel was in, allowing me to silently creep up behind him. He should have concentrated on me throughout the entire ordeal, because I got him in a chokehold and knocked him out.

Ariel brought the other man in and we tied them up. Ariel and I nodded to each other, indicating that we were alright. The security forces were back inside, taking over the investigation with the French police. I had no idea what they were saying, but I could care less. The only question that I had, however, was burning within my mind.

Who exactly were these fucking assholes that ruined my day?

* * *

A long time ago, there existed a world. A world that had peace and prosperity. No evil threatened it, so there was really nothing to worry about. But the prophecy spoke of a man who would enter the world with a simple goal in mind; total domination. This man would become the symbol of darkness, the man that represented everything that men and women would come to loathe in the generations to come. He was only one man, but he was given the powers of a god and had the body of a demon. He used to be a good man once, but tragedy turned his life upside down. He cast away his good side and drowned himself in eternal darkness, unable to get out of its terrifying grip. He was alone, but he was a man of promise, who wielded power like no other. He entered the lives of many in time, destroying his competition, cutting them down like a hot knife through butter. From that point, the world we once knew was no longer in peace and prosperity, but was now in darkness and decay. That man was the King Of Kings. That man is me. Kain.

I have placed myself in the worst situations in my life and somehow overcame them. This will be no different for me, as I have to face my enemies and slay them without hesitation. The Aristocats are about to find out WHY I am destined for greatness, like how everyone else has found out before them. My "partner", blind and oblivious to the truth, should neither feel safe nor welcome in my presence. My presence alone is what will terrify the landscape one more time, dominating the everlasting encounters that await me in every turn, in every corner. This should be considered a lesson to these new rivals, for they do not understand how I function. Of course, no one really did grasp how I evolved into such an unmerciful creature of hatred and destruction. That plays well to my advantage in a match like this - I am more of an enigma, an puzzle that cannot be solved in one night, in three weeks, or a thousand years. Guys like Damon Synn pounded their chests and attempted to claim the top prize in the industry. All of them have failed, because THEY KNOW that I could not be stopped. What gives you the right to say that you have a chance in stopping me? None.

And you don't have to tell me about my pathetic partner, Matthew Kennedy, just how worthless he'll end up being. Long ago, I've learned to only trust myself and never give a damn towards "allies" that are forced to be at my side for a short time. Matthew Kennedy doesn't factor into the equation. Sure, he somehow got lucky and ended up winning a few battles of his own, but should that really impress the hell out of me? Fuck no! Not a single man, on this planet, impresses me nor do they intimidate me in the slightest! People somehow have this notion that other guys will get the best of me and unfortunately, some of that has happened. Fortunately, I can say that none of it was my fault. I absolve myself of any blame from the match, because it's not my responsibility to worry about my partner and should they decide to screw up on their own behalf, that's their problem. More importantly, they are the reason why I keep losing these stupid matches; because they somehow cross the line and end up doing something wild and ridiculous that it leaves them hanging. As usual, I must carry their rotting carcasses upon my shoulders and get the job done, if only to win for my own selfish gain. After all, I look out for myself and no one else!

You see, battles like this bring out the best in me. The odds are somehow stacked against me, yet I piss you off by pulling through and emerging victorious in the end. It will, once again, be no different here! Fact is, the Aristocats have NO CLUE on who the fuck they are dealing with! Well, I'll gladly tell you; I'm Kain, The King Of Kings, the most vicious motherfucker in town that have left men in ruins after I got through with them. Had Mark Ward or Christain Underwood been smart, they would have put me in a handicapped match and allow me the pleasure of dealing with these miniscule fools whose power and speed fails to pique my curiousity! Do you really think you idiots stand a chance in hell with a god like me? Of course not! The writing is on the wall and it spells your demise, a quick one at best! Matthew Kennedy, my "partner", will no doubt be amazed at how quick I disposed of the new competition that will quickly lay bare before my feet. This main event is all about me and the spotlight will be on me, like usual, so you both, along with my "partner", will receive a lesson in violence. More than that, you will receive a lesson in how to get the job in the ring, each and every time.

It is said that this man, Kain, The King Of Kings, will rise to his throne. He will massacre all who challenge him and win the greatest championship here in the Sin City Wrestling organization, with his beloved Ariel by his side. You two will be nothing more but victims of my plans, a stepping stone as I continue my path of dominance and power. The Aristocats will not be around long. In fact, this will be the last time that they will get to savor any time for the entire world to see, because as soon as I crush their spirits, their lives will be forgetton completely. They will be nothing more but a painful memory that everyone will quickly banish from their minds. I will deal with Matthew Kennedy in another time or place, but for now, he'll just have to stay the fuck out of my way and watch how a REAL MAN handles his business in the ring. No one in the world can touch me, Aristocats, and you both will soon discover that to be truth. Like those before you, the two of you sorry jackasses will learn to fear and respect me. You both will beg for mercy, because the pain is too overbearing to withstand. In the end, all will be for naught. The King Of Kings will reclaim his throne and the propechy will come true. And there's not a damn thing you can do to stop me!

Climax Control Archives / It's Only A Matter Of Time...

« on: March 22, 2012, 09:18:41 PM »

I couldn't help but laugh as I watched that one moment from last week's main event, over and over again, as I planted Nick Jones's face into the canvas and quickly left the building. It was a little taste of revenge from the bullshit that fucker put me through when we last encountered each other. He opened the door with his little entourage pulling off that stunt in my first-ever world championship match awhile back, so I figured it was about time that I returned the favor. The insignificant douchebag deserves to be screwed over at every time and I'm going to make sure that he'll be watching his shoulder constantly, fearing me every time I'm in the building. No one is safe.

I turned off the television in my hotel room and rose to my full height, already thinking of the carnage that laid ahead. I knew I was in for a tag-team match against him and a woman named Veronica Taylor and honestly didn't care much about it. Nick Jones is nothing without his compainions to back him up and I currently hold no beef against Veronica Taylor. Truth is, I'm not an honorable, decent man that any sane woman would enjoy being with, but if she does decide to hit me first, I'll gladly strike back. Otherwise, I'm going to leave it up to my partner, Raynin, to deal with Veronica Taylor all on her own. My full rage is heavily focused on Nick Jones, the man who screwed me over, stole both my win and my title, and laughed about it in my face. This week, it will be another case of vengenace, where I'll be glad to slap that smirk off his face and make him pay for messing with the most complete fighter of the world - Kain, The King Of Kings!

My phone was buzzing on a wooden table. I took a moment to glance at the clear, colorful blue sky that blanketed San Francisco from above before looking at my phone and reaching for it. I should have checked the I.D. on the phone first, but at the time, I was a little impatient. Instead, I grabbed it quickly and unflipped it, placing it near my ear.

Hello?

Your enemies won't stop until they destroy you, Alex. You caused me great pain during your time here in San Francisco. Now it is my time to return the favor. Have a nice death!

The line on the other side dropped dead. My instincts honed in and I immediately rolled out of the way as two bullets ripped through the door. I heard a loud commotion as the door was kicked open and two goons, with silencers in hand, rushed into the room. I waited for them to enter and as soon as they did, I took out the first man's arm with a standing armbar, taking out his gun and tossing him to the side. I tackled the second guy to the ground and smashed his face in with my right fist, immediately knocking him out. I was aware at the guy was attempting to hit me with his gun from behind, so I quickly stood up, nailed with a back kick, causing him to double-over in pain. His wind knocked out of him, I took him out with a single blow to the back of his head. Both men are on the ground, unmoving. Shaking my head, I crouched and took a look at the tattoos, trying to recognize any gang art. I immediately discovered one.

It was the picture of a flaming skull, reminiscent of something you'd see out of the famous Ghost Rider character. Though the conversation was brief, I knew who the voice beloonged to. It was Ray "Skinny" Williams, a small man with enormous power. He used to rule the underground fighting scene in these parts, but once I rolled into town and took care of his champions, everything changed. Like the rest of them, he grew enraged at what I did in a short amount of time. I'm the most feared, dominant man inside that life and have made sure it was left that way. Now everyone wants payback against me, including him. It's too bad though; I made sure that both men walk back to their master in failure. Or at least go into prison for it. Let them find out about it that way.

Rising to my full height once more, I grabbed my gym bag, along with my phone, then exited the room, closing the door behind me. I quickly called 911 and reported a shooting in my hotel room, immediately explaining the truth about matters. I expected the cops to come here shortly, so I decided to head out of the hotel, standing in front of the hotel. Once they arrived, it took awhile, but I told them my story to a couple of lead detectives while the rest of the cops swarmed in and found both guys. They took them away and I merely grinned at him, watching them look at me with such hate and distain as they were handcuffed and shove into the San Francisco police cars. Eventually, I was let go, cleared of any wrongdoing as I entered my own limo and drove away.

* * *

Nick, I am now a walking nightmare in your world. You cannot avoid me. Your thoughts are constantly of me and ways to get rid of me. You hate me for everything I stand for and you dislike me for the fact that I am both ruthless and determined to put an end to your silly, forgettable reign as champion. You see me nothing but a thorn at your side and you'll do whatever it takes to finish me and continue your conquest as one of the greatest paper champions to ever exist in the confines of the Sin City Wrestling organization. It's too bad, really, Nick. You can try taking me down all you want, whether it's your boyfriend Mark Ward or any stupid man within your inner circle or even by yourself. The problem is that I'm cancer to you and everyone else lurking within these halls. You can NEVER get rid of me, because I'm pain that's both constant and everlasting. My rule over you, along with the other idiotic sheep, will come full circle. That belt is mine for the taking and considering all the crimes you tried to pull against me, you're begging to be buried alive in a deep hole, where no one will ever you again.

Now you call yourself the best that this place has to offer. That's not really true though, is it? I knew, for a fact, that you weren't excellent as a tag-team partner and you weren't exactly at the top of your game as a competitor. You'd figure that nice, little strategy of yours would work on me, right? Letting the wolves chew on me while you stood back and grinned like a pompous foo, thinking that wearing me down without any effort would do the trick, right? It didn't work! I still came out standing and gave you the fight of your life. You realized that your championship reign was about to come to an end. After all, I ended Damon Synn's hopes of his so-called "revolution" horseshit when I executed a Malice and knocked him out cold. It was then you made the greatest mistake of your life; with the help of your entourage, the championship belt was snuck into the ring, you temporilary took me out, and pinned Damon Synn for the win. That isn't you being the best, Nick Jones. You are nothing but a coward and a lowlife bastard that cannot dominate a true fighter in the ring solo. Oh, sure, you fought against others and somehow completed it on your own, but that was against the same group of men you are catergorized in; weak and unable to do the job on their own. You're just like the rest of them.

Already, I know you will scoff at me, call me a total liar, perhaps even going as far as to say that I'm insane. You'd be half right; I am literally insane. I'm willing to walk onto any battlefield, under any conditions, and come out swinging, anything at a chance for the top prize in any place I walk into. However, I am a man of truth, Nick Jones, and what I saw, for my own eyes, told me the entire story about you and how you function. You take one look, at a guy like me, Nick Jones, and you can't help but be pissed off. You can't help but get a rise out of the fact that I'm VERY GOOD at what I do and have the balls to do it. I've attacked Mark Ward viciously and sooner or later, my path will cross with Christain Underwood. I enter the ring, cause mayhem against guys like you, and get away with it for free, just like how I did recently! That greatly angers you, doens't it? It makes you seethe in rage to know that I somehow get the upper hand and will continue to do so! So even if you or your boyfriend decide to attack me from behind, like the cowardly bastards you both are, it doesn't matter. I ALWAYS get what I want!

And that's the one thing that frightens you the most about me, isn't it? That I do what I please, that I serve no man except for myself, and that I'm man enough to stand on my own? That's the biggest difference between you and me, right there; you can't do what you please because you have people to take orders from. Therefore, you serve them on a constant basis, eager to satisfy their needs to feel a sense of reassurance and need. On top of that, unlike me, you cheated to win. It's that simple. A weapon is a weapon, sure, but if it wasn't your entourage, Nick Jones, you would not be champion. Your number was up, bitch. I clearly had you scared and you were running out of options, so you took the low road to save your pathetic ass in the end. Don't worry though; the next time we meet for your championship, which we both know is obviously mine for the taking, no one in the world will save you from the impending wrath that I will gladly unleash once we confront each other. You will not escape without a scratch and you certainly will NEVER be champion again by the time I'm done with you. Consider what happened to you last week, Nick Jones. You opened the door for taking me out like that and I repaid the favor in spades. And if you want an apology, you'll never get one, because you don't deserve it. So you'll have to beat it out of me if you get it, which I assure you won't be the case. I'll still be the one winning in the end.

OF course, this will happen under special circumstances. For the first time that I can remember since the beginning of my underground fighting days, I am teamed up with a woman. She may not be Ariel, but I've seen her work and she's tough as nails, able to get the job done when it counts. The only thing that I ask of her is to stay out of my way and we'll be fine. Get in my way and you'll suffer the consequences! Of course, I'm sure we won't have much trouble at all, will we, Raynin? You seem to be a beautiful woman with a good head on her shoulders, making sure not to mess with the top dog in the house, so you be a good girl and deal with Veronica Taylor. I'm sure most of you wondering why I'm not dealing with Veronica Taylor as much, but the truth is that I don't hit women and I won't start her. I guarantee you, however, that any attempt from her to strike me will cost her a long stay at the hospital! I'm willing to go through ANYBODY in order to rise to the top at a rapid rate, so if Veronica Taylor and I come to blows, so be it. I'm a man that's never afraid of either new or old blood within this place, so I'm ready to take on challenge that's thrown my way. But I expect Raynin to handle you for the most part in this match. I'm only here to make Nick's life a living hell, Veronica, so whatever you have to tell me, I'll just laugh it off and be on my way, Veronica.

I hate tag-team matches though, because I prefer to handle my own affairs solo. But there's nothing I can do about it except to just roll with the punches. Then again, no one, not even Raynin, has the right to be my tag partner! Hell, if it were up to me, I would have chosen Ariel, the only person on this Earth that I could ever trust to back me up anytime in the ring. She is the love of my life and she's just as cruel and nasty as I am, the female counterpart that will one day rule the diva division with an iron fist. She can handle her own battles and destroy any woman that comes across her path. As much as I don't like the idea of teaming up with a stranger, again, I think Raynin has what it takes to get the job done. So it will be split evenly and both of us will pick up the victory. You can laugh us both now, Nick and Veronica, but actions speak louder than words and I can assure you, Raynin and I will not stop until both of you are broken in the worst ways possible. The King Of Kings will once again prove, to the entire world, why he is the best in the business and clearly worthy of being the SCW Heavyweight champion! Nick, it's only a matter of time before you are officially made extinct and forgotten quickly, only to be remembered as a paper champion that really hasn't accomplished much in the long run.

It's only...a matter of time.

Climax Control Archives / Vengance Is And Will Be Mine!

« on: March 08, 2012, 08:20:11 AM »

Two weeks ago, I fought for the SCW championship. It was a close battle, one that I knew I was about to win it. Then Nick's entourage saved his sorry ass in the nick of time, allowing him to win it yet again. But now, I knew the truth about him and I knew that, the next time we meet, he won't be so lucky at all!

As I walked to the back, with Ariel, who was gravely concerned for my injuries, I suddenly heard a voice calling my name. I craned my neck and looked over my left shoulder, seeing Pussy Willows rushing towards me. Ariel glared at her, because she didn't want anyone to interrupt me, after the hell I just went through. Who could blame her for feeling that way? But Pillow never kept her eyes off me as she spoke quickly.

Pussy: Kain, Goth offered an open challenge to anyone and the higher authorities decided that you would be booked for the match. How do you feel about that?

It took me a few moments to register what she said in my head. Then I smiled. Pussy was baffled by my smile, unsure of what I was thinking. Ariel had enough, shoved her out of the way, then took me back to my locker room as she felt hurt by Ariel's actions. But Ariel didn't care; no woman was allowed to be near her man, which was fine by me. I only wanted Ariel by my side, yet my thoughts were lingering towards the match, thinking about the kind of destruction that I would deliver to Goth, my former "boss". Then again, I only say that, because in "legit terms", he was the guy I had to work for just to keep his empire going. But in the end, I'm my own master. I do what I please, regardless of who is in charge.

In any case, Goth and I had no problems with each other. I did my own thing while he concentrated on his business. But I grew to superstardom in a very short time and became the best that AWA had to offer. So good, in fact, that I won the AWA championship in a very short time. That's when Goth decided that I had to be stopped and he couldn't figure out a way to do it. So he became a coward and took the road easily traveled; he violated my contract by firing me and stripping me of my title. To make matter worse, he ordered a beatdown by his friends and did nothing but cackle evily as I was damaged beyond belief and threw out on the street. I suffered a broken ankle during my final match, which was fine, but Goth used it as an excuse; to tell the world that I was unfit to compete and was no longer allowed to be champion. Then he took it one step further by firing me and letting his goons take care of the rest. After that day, I vowed revenge.

It took me two years to bring myself back to speed, but my fighting spirit never died and my passion for fighting continues to grow on a daily basis. All I needed was the right place to find it and I found it here, in the SCW, where it was nothing but a bunch of weaklings that needed to be put in their place. Only I can do that and so far, I've spread the word and brought fear to the entire company. Now it's only a matter of time before I become the champion and eventually take over the SCW for my own, two goals that will shortly be realized before anyone knows it! But now, the present is constant and with Goth looking for someone to feed his rage on, especially after that humiliating loss from Despayre. That person is me and I don't have a problem with it, because I know, for a damn fact, that he cannot get the job done. He can't do it by himself at all, so this is going to be nothing but a walk in the park for a complete fighter like me!

Baby, are you OK?

I nodded, not saying anything. She stopped me for a second, kissed me hard on the lips, looking at me with geniune concern. Only she understood the pain and hardship I went through. She never left my side, this beautiful, angelic woman that's just as cruel and evil as I am. Pressing her body close to me, she slowly took me back to my dressing room, eager to sitch me up and clean up my wounds from the battle I endured not too long ago. Everything would be mine once again, but for now, revenge is the only thing that's on my mind.

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The Asylum Wrestling Alliance. That used to my place of domination. Though I was no stranger to the world of fighting, I was green in the wrestling business. That fact alone didn't bother me, as I knew that everyone would be slaughtered in the end. They would all be forced to bow down to my excellence and recognize the truth; they had finally be outclassed by pure evil with all the skill in the world to back it up. Thanks to my efforts, I conquered the competition and was awarded the greatest honor that does not belong to anyone else; the world heavyweight championship. I made a promise that the fans would be forced to see my face each and every week, continuing my path of destruction until there was no left to challenge me. I not only fulfilled MY destiny and achieved all of my dreams, but I did what everyone else thought I couldn't do; I took back my life and make a living out of fighting. Not for the fans, though. Who gives a shit about the fans? I know I don't! But they can't get enough of me; the women wanted to be in bed with me, men were jealous of me and my body, and I had everything going right for a change.

Until YOU came along, Goth.

You knew, Goth, that I was a terrifying presence in the Asylum Wrestling Alliance. Like Mark Ward, you wanted me to be nothing but your bitch, serving to your every need, thinking that you could make me the greatest of all time when, in fact, YOU NEVER COULD. I've heard of the stories, how you formed alliances with others willing to battle under your banner by speaking of false promises that never came true. It was easy to know that only I, the lone wolf, the King Of Kings, could do anything by himself, without the aid of others. See, I'm evil, but at least I don't need any kind of entourage to help me in every confrontation I'm involved in! More than that, Goth, you knew that I couldn't be stopped and you didn't like the fact that I was the Asylum Wrestling Alliance heavyweight champion of the world. You didn't like me destroying your allies, my enemies, or anyone that got in my way. The more I accomplished my task, the worse things got for you, Goth. You, in the end, transformed yourself into a man of desperation. You didn't know what to do with me, so in the end, you did the one unthinkable act, a henious crime that I will never forgive you for - you took away EVERYTHING from me. Not only did I receive a broken ankle, you stripped my title, fired me, and left me for the wolves to chew on while you stood there, laughing at me.

I swore to myself that my revenge would be completed, that I would come back stronger than ever before. It took me two years, you know, to travel around the world and redefine my technique in various combat styles. I learned a lot, Goth, and learned more about where I can break the body easier than before. I learned about pressure points, how easy it is to watch them succumb to a quick hold that leaves them on their knees. More importantly, Goth, I also studied psychology in fighting with much greater detail than before. Oh, believe me, I knew about men and how they worked in the ring before, but nothing like this, Goth. And when I trained and trained hard I did, I could only think of you. I could easily picture the entire match as nothing but a squash between a professional and a jobber, YOU being the jobber and ME being the professional, easily dominating his foe without any hinderance. You can try attacking me with your punches, kicks, your signature moves, hell, even your finishing manuevers, and it still wouldn't faze the fuck out of me! Nothing hurts me in this world, not even when I'm busted open, Goth! The beating that I took from you and your goon squad? I didn't feel a single scratch! Don't you get it by now, you worthless shit? I'm immume to pain! They say that the body can take so much, but I pushed myself to the limits for the last two years, creating a body that's hard as steel. You can't destroy steel easily, Goth; it's an impossible task!

Therefore, I came back to a new world. You remember that night well, don't you, Goth? When I entered that ring, for the first time, I took one look at you and saw everything that I needed to see. Fear, Goth. Your face turned white, your eyes grew as big as dinner plates, and you came face-to-face with the past, Goth. I know how you work; you think that once you got rid of me for all eternity, that would have been the end of it. You would have then moved on with your pathetic life and didn't give me a second thought. Oh how you are SO WRONG in that, Goth. The moment you laid eyes on me, after two years of not seeing me, you exited the ring and ran like a bitch. Everything came back to you in a flash; my beating, my stripping of the title, you laughing at me. Flash forward to the presence and you found yourself face-to-face with a man that is going to kick your ass this week and exact his revenge in the most brutal way possible, Goth. You won't be able to escape me this time. You also do not have any of your comrades or friends from the AWA to back me up. Let's face it; all of them are afraid of me and what I can do. I'll even bet that they can't help but watch, on Sin City Wrestling television, as I go through one man to the next with ease. Sooner or later, I will once again become the SCW Heavyweight Champion and hold on to that position for a long time, Goth. It's only inevitable and you're going to hate that sight in the days, months, and years to come. Honestly? I don't give a fuck; it's where I belong - on the top, just like how I was before you screwed it all up for me!

Tell me something, little boy; how does it feel to go against the greatest of all time? How much jealously is seeping through your veins, right now, at the sight of me? Because you know, for a fact, that I have eclipsed you in every way, shape, or form. See, I don't care that you're the leader of a washed-up, has-been federation, because that place or any other, for that matter, cannot survive or once again relieve the greatness of it because of me. I was the only man that ever mattered in the first place, Goth; not a single man can touch me when it comes to superior skill and chrisma! Do you think that anything you do to me, this week, will hurt me? The answer is obvious, Goth. You cannot touch me. You cannot damage me, no matter what tactics you employ in your arsenal. All in all, I am going to enjoy beating the fucking hell of you. I am going to break every bone in your body, Goth. Once that's done, I will grab you, by the back of your neck, raise you up with only two of my fingers, and laugh at YOUR FACE as blood drips from your face, your eyes looking down at me, a pang of regret, sorrow, and tragedy etched on your face, realizing the full horror; that you are and will be my bitch for me to play with in the ring, to do anything as I please with you. You will also notice that, for the entire night, that I never asked for anyone's help or needed it, because I got the job done on my own. You are going to feel my pain, suffer my rage, and feel the hammer of vengeance sweeping down upon you, crushing you again, again, and again, until you can no longer stand up, Goth. What you did to me, back then, was the biggest mistake you've ever made in your career, Goth, and I look forward to ending your career, permanently retiring you from here, and sending you back to the place you crawled from!

Do not doubt my words, for my words are truth. I have spoken the truth, since day one, and have seen it all. I saw you flee in terror that night, Goth. You knew that, sooner or later, that the open challenge you gave could have been accepted by anybody. You thought to yourself "Well, it may as well be a jobber, because it's going to be an easy night." But when you found out that it was me who accepted your challenge, everything changed for you. You are, quite frankly, a fool. A fool that will easily be massacred, flayed, and raped beyond measure by my hands and feet, Goth. You will taste blood, but it won't be my blood that you will taste, little boy. It will be YOURS instead and I'm going to take away everything from you, like how you took everything away from me all those years ago. This week, Goth, the King Of Kings will enter the battlefield as your king. You, the subject, will be punished to a hellacious beating that only I can deliver; no one else can! You will not like it, but I don't care. In fact, you will enjoy being taught a lesson instead, a lesson that you deserved a long time ago; you should have never turned your back on me. Goth, you should have continued to let me do WHAT I WANTED! The AWA is NOTHING without me, Goth. I made that place better than it ever was before and you couldn't stand the sight of me or when I held that championship belt high! You grew jealous of my success, incensed at the damage I inflicted, and took matters upon your hands. You took away everything from me and had no remorse. This week, Goth, my revenge will be exacted.

See, I may not be champion at this point. Fact is, I'll deal with Nick Jones in another time or place in my choosing. For now, this is all about you and what I'm about to do with you. Do not consider yourself lucky. You are in the wrong place, at the wrong time, and you are about to face the music that will haunt you for a lifetime after I have completed my song and dance with you. It's a tune that you will try to cover up, with your ears, but it's too loud, too harsh, and you can't help but scream in frustration that you can't turn it off. But the music I play consists of the best fighting skill the world has ever seen, Goth. You will feel every punch into your ribs, every kick to your face, every knee I deliver, every elbow, everything that I present to the table this week. It's all or nothing, Goth, and I'll be glad to throw the kitchen sink into this whole match, as far as I'm concerned. I was brutal back then, but I'm more brutal now. You, like all the others, will feel my wrath and thanks to you, it's going to explode onto a whole, new level. So you may as well prepare yourself for the biggest loss in your career when I get my hands on you, Goth, because this fight will be all too easy. Then I'm going to force you to get on your knees, bow to me, and look at me straight in the eyes, watching you BEG for me to come back to that worthless shithole you call the Asylum Wrestling Alliance. You knew the truth back then and you will discover it again; I was and still am the greatest, most complete fighter on the earth, Goth. I will become champion, but right now, I'll settle for vengenace. Vengenace will be mine, Goth, and there won't be a damn thing you can about it!

Supercard Archives / Your Losses. My Victory!

« on: February 23, 2012, 08:30:35 PM »

It's been a long day for me.

Rather, a long week.

Training takes up a lot of my time, along with spending time with Ariel. Not to mention promotion work on behalf of the SCW, but I won't have to work on the latter half once I take over the SCW for myself. Becoming a champion is the first step in that plan and it will be realized. For now, I'm confident, knowing how glorious the upcoming battle will turn out to be. I know, for a fact, that Damon Synn and Nick Jones will be the next victims to fall. Neither will rise on the occasion and see their dream realized. Only I will come out on the top and emerge victorious. There is no other result that will satisfy me, because in the end, they all know that revenge will be delivered on my own time and place and they won't appreciate hurting me initally. You either give me what I want or I'll pummel you into submission and get the intended result. And when you try to block my path to glory or throw me into a match in which there is the point of no return for me, I throw it all back to you and laugh in your face like the evil god that I am today.

But I wasn't an evil god when I slept. Sleeping provides dreams and dreams can turn into nightmares.

Sleeping next to Ariel at the Bellagio in Las Vegas, Neveda, I endured a nightmare that brings so much pain, the reason why I am the man today. I floated, unable to move, yet was carried towards a destination. All was in darkness and I couldn't see a thing for awhile. However, I was unafraid, knowing to expect the unexpected and to be ready at all times. Tonight, though, I discovered a surprise that I didn't expect at all.

At some point during the nightmare, I stopped floating and was able to land on my two feet. I was in my wrestling gear, more like my MMA gear, because that's what I wear when I enter the ring. White tape wrapped around my fists and feet, a pair of trunks that has my wrestling name and logan to go with it, with no shirt. I am proud of my muscular body and proudly display it with the utmost authority, knowing that it's the type of body that all men dream about getting, yet are too stupid or lazy to go after it. Even if they did, none of their pathetic bodies would compare to what I achieved with my own body. Tattoos were all over me, symbols with meanings that I keep to myself. My sharp, hazel eyes scanned my surroundings and finally see two figures approaching. Not knowing who they are, I immediately get into my fighting stance, ready to face any danger thrown at me. The two figures stopped within ten feet of my position and my eyes widen with shock and I slowly dropped out of my fighting dance, my jaw dropped to the floor.

It was my parents. My parents, who were killed in a gang crossfire. They were at the wrong place and at the wrong time. Their deaths changed everything for me and not in the good way. I saw them both, with a pair of wings on their backs, halos hovering above their heads, clothed in white robes. They remain the same as I remember them; young and alive, their eyes full of intelligence. I still remember memories of them watching over me, supportive and protective in everything that I did and was going to do. Would they still feel the same way about me, their only son?

Mother? Father?

Both of them nodded.

Why?

Why what, mother?

Why did you disappoint us both? We were hoping for you to carry on, with a new life and nothing but a positive attitude. Why did your turn your back on everything that was good about you? You weren't going to be raised in a bad fashion, Alex!

No! I am doing exactly what needs to be done; to survive. I've already accomplished a lot more and I keep thinking that both of you would have been proud of me by this point. I'm a billionaire; I'm set-up for life. I fight in a legit sport that I am passionate about; fighting. Why do you feel this way?

Because this is not the life we envisioned for you, son. We wanted to become a man that made a difference in other people's lives, not ruin them!

<Font color=yellow>But I am! Don't you get it? Thanks to what I've done in this world, millions of people can't help but ask about me! They want to know everything and anything about me! I've turned into the biggest success the world has evern known. Little boys dream of becoming a man like me and little girls can't help but admire me from a distance! You should be happy for me!

And yet, you keep on blaming yourself for not able to do anything to prevent our deaths?

I tried to speak, but something in my throat forbade it. Instead, I fumed in silence, angry about the statement.

<Font color=green>Son, there was nothing you could have done. It's the way of life and we have already come to accept our fate. You need to carry on and make the world a better place by becoming the man that you were born to me. Yes, we are happy that you are now staying clean and getting out of that illegial underground fighting and instead choose to fight in a legit, successful business. Yes, we are proud of the man that we see today, but we don't like the way you treat others to get what you want. That is not the way!

Father. It's the only way I know how to survive.

My parents stayed in silence for a long time as I impatiently waited for them to say something. When I could no longer stand the silence, I yelled as loud as I could.

Will you both say something please?

What did I do to deserve your disappointment?

Instead of answering my question, both of them turned around and started walking away from me. I started to run, wanting to keep the conversation going, yelling for my parents. But they kept on going and it felt like I was running in slow-motion while they were power-walking at mach-speed. Moments later, they disappeared and I heard one final sentence from them both.

"We love you, Alex. No matter what."

I heard their voices, felt the statement hammer my brain, and I shuddered, wishing them back on Earth, anything to see them come back, a way to change things if I could. Then I screamed loudly.

The nightmare ended and I sat upright, waking up in a sweat, screaming. Ariel quickly turned on the lights and held me close. She looked into my eyes, unsure of what just happened. I eventually calmed myself down and tried to explain the nightmare to her, tears running down my face like little soldiers taking bullets and falling down a long hill. Her warm body comforted me greatly and she slowly laid me down. She whispered into my ear, promising me that everything would be OK. My right fist was clenching with rage and anger, feeling the blood rushing through my veins.

My thoughts then turned to the match, the one battle that will decide everything for me. All I wanted to do now was to destroy Damon and Nick Jones and take my place as the next SCW Heavyweight champion.

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Damon Synn.

I want you to think about three names right now. Steven Klein, Saint Patty, and Old Skool.

Now think about the fight that you had with all three. Think about how easy it was, how dominating you turned out to be, how there was no challenge.

Now think one last time, but on what happens when you become the SCW World Heavyweight champion. Each and every week, you walk into the ring, you slay your entire competition. But you use the same tactics, you rely on your strength and size, and you get easy wins every time. By repeating your acts, each and every week, ratings will go down very quickly. Audiences around the world will be displeased with your performances, week after week, and will want to switch to a different channel. Our "bosses" will be very disappointed to see a man like you falter quickly, no longer seeing any kind of potential or promise of this revolution that you highly speak of. So why is that?

It's because you are unoriginal. It's because you refuse to acknowledge the fact that there are better foes than you. Better foes who already have outclassed you in every aspect, from speed to power. Better foes who aren't afraid of any challenge, who are willing to go so far to destroy anyone to get the job done. Better foes LIKE ME and that is something you unfortunately refuse to see out of me. You unfortunately don't see me as a threat, but as a joke.

A joke, you tell me?

I dispute that, all the way. You tell me that I'm a joke whose gone's from point A to point B without earning anything. One problem with that, Damon; I fought longer than you ever have, starting at a young age and worked my way up from the underground fighting scene to where I am today. I don't think you've accomplished this or even discovered your passion for battle until a later age. I doubt that it entered your mind that you'd want to be in this profession until sometime way later in this life. Therefore, this "joke", as you see it, clearly has more experience and skill than you could possibly fathom in that clueless mind of yours, Damon. Tell me something, you worthless dumbfuck, how far will strength and size carry you to that "revolution" of yours? The answer is obvious; nowhere. You aren't me in the slightest. Unlike you, I don't drive around, talk with people, or ponder useless bullshit that doesn't have anything to do in the scheme of things. No. I train constantly, to be the best, to be ruthless, to be pure evil. You don't. You don't like to research as much because you think you know everything there is to know about your opponents. Simply put, you don't have a clue.

Now, as far as I'm concerned, I'm not worried about either you or Nick Jones. Nick Jones, as far as I'm concerned, doesn't really care much for the battle ahead, which makes him a paper champion. He's nothing to me and the same goes for you, Damon. All of your accomplishments and fights in the past and present mean nothing to me. Fact is, you haven't been tested by a man like me. A fighter like me...no, a God, a Demon...LIKE ME. The good news, about this whole debacle, is that you will fail to pass the challenge before you. Do you honestly know how great it will feel to end your minor streak and burn it to the ground forever? Do you know how it will feel to shove every insult, every lie, every boast, and every praise down your throat? It's going to feel excellent, because you know that I am a king that will rule all over his subjects and they will make them all bow to me, just like how you will, Damon.

You will look into my eyes and feel nothing but pain, suffering, and regret. You will finally come to understand, as all the others before you, that I am a man of my word. It doesn't matter if you try to attack me from behind or if you try to infuriate me by losing the match on my time. One way or another, Damon, all of these folks will not endure my rage all too well and will only feel my sting for all eternity. You, Damon, will come to see, first-hand, how powerful I am. This match, as I spoke before, is my playground and I intend on using anything and everything within my power to not only destroy what's left of you and Nick Jones, but to laugh in your faces and walk out as the SCW Heavyweight champion. Once that's accomplished, a new era will be unleashed and no one will be able to defeat me. Face it, Damon; even before you entered my world, you felt it on your bones; you weren't safe at all either.

You couldn't help but watch and grow jealous of my success. After all, you want to so badly destroy me. Why? To put me in my place? A foolish goal, nothing more but a pipe dream.

So I'll tell you this. Start preparing yourself for a revolution - MY REVOLUTION. Fact is, you should be the one taking notes, because unlike you, I'll be bringing something new to the table, each and every week. I'm not just a wrestler, I'm an all-around combatant. I dazzle the crowd every time with my superior skill, I make short work of them and most importantly, I know they are easy prey to toy with and kill. You're no monster; you're a fledging that deserves a horrible death at my hands.

When that moment comes, Damon, you will savor it and thank me. It's the least you can do after I deliver the beating of your life and walk away with the SCW Heavyweight championship belt!

And of course, there's Nick Jones.

Now Damon, you talk about jokes? You're looking at him.

You see, Nick, I don't wish to live the type of life you are in now. The type of life where you don't get to fight much, sit down, and do stupid commentary. The type of life where you and your boss are best friends and he has his hopes pinned on a paper champion that hasn't achieved a lot of success at either here. You get my drift by this point, don't you? In all honesty, you really haven't impressed me, your new king. And when a king is angry that one of his subjects isn't doing what he's supposed to do, he has no choice but to remove him from his kingdom forever. It's the way of things, the law of the jungle, so to speak; Nick, basically, what I'm saying is, just like Damon, you are insignificant and weak around here. You don't belong in the SCW or any other federation. You need to be eliminated.

But then again, seeing me will only make you run away, won't it? Just like how you ran away from that worthless bookie and his security guard? A true champion never backs down from any confrontation. I faced many adversaries, whether it was one man to ten men or more, and I didn't have a problem with any of them. See, Nick, fans want to see the bad guy that isn't afraid to look death in the eye and laugh at it, because he knows that he'll come out victorious each and every time. Tell me, do you honestly believe that I'm scared of the battle ahead? Do you really think that either you or Damon, either on your own or temporary allied yourselves with each, can hurt me? I've felt pain before and it's nothing new to me. In other words, I'm immune to pain and what makes me dangerous than the two of you combined is the fact that the punishment I've delivered is unlike anything you've felt before. Consider Blaze Of Glory to be the worst day of your life, because I'm going to ruin your celebration and turn your world upside down with what I have planned for you.

So you may as well forget about people like Mark Ward or any of your worthless friends that helped you or have some kind of connection with. You may also want to get that ego in check, prepare yourself for the fight of your life, because it's a fight you're going to lose.

To me, the championship represents everything to me. I'm the man of the hour, Nick Jones, and the honor of being champion belongs to me only. You don't get the job done. You aren't entertaining, original, or refreshing in the public eye. Fact is, no one ever talks about you, except in the negative way, of course. Everything I've heard about you is true; you are nothing but a smug, arrogant bastard who is willing to fight and run away like a coward, because the gold entitles you to some merit in the eyes of your fans and critics. Let me tell you something, Nick Jones; all you've ever done with the SCW Heavyweight championship is tainted it. My last encounter with you backs me up; you allowed your overconfidence to steal the spotlight and it earned you just another loss under your belt. Is that how you wish to go out at Blaze Of Glory, Nick? A loser? Well, you won't have a choice in the matter, because I'm about to take it all away from you. I'm better than you, Nick Jones, in every way possible. You cannot deny my skill or power in the ring and I cannot wait to display my superiority over you and Damon and walk away with the championship.

After all, the brutality of our battle will be constant. Already, I can imagine what I can possibly do against the two of you, Nick and Damon. No-DQ? Fine by me! I can go with a chair and injure your backs to the point of where you are unable to lift yourselves up to the ground. So why not put one of you through a table or two? And of course, I would imagine weapons underneath the ring and I can use them at anytime. See, that's something else that neither of you do not understand about me; I have nothing to lose. You can't tie me to my past, any connections, any material possessions I own, nothing. You can't play mind games with me, psychologically, and any kind of verbal razor you try to shave me with doesn't damage me. No amount of verbal, mental, or physical abuse will faze me, basically. That's my point. I'm pretty much an indestructible machine that's programmed to destroy anything in order to get everything he wants. I'm not a good man that abides by the rules; I break and bend them in the way I see fit, something that neither of you can do. So that's a question I want you both to reflect upon; are you willing to go all the way to defeat me or will you hold back in the end? Let's face it; this match will end in the result that I desire; my victory, your losses.

I'll say that one more time, so that you can think about it for not a second, but for a long time afterwards.

My victory. Your losses.

Victory is all I desire for in this easy fight. Yes, I said it would be easy. Easy because none of the competition scare me in the slightest and none will provide a challenge, whether you are a new rival or an old adversary. It makes no difference to me! Blaze Of Glory will usher in the era of The King, an era that is under my rule. Anything I say, you will follow. Anything I do, you will love every second of me and force you to beg for more. After that night, I will re-appear from the ashes a new man, fulfilling a promise that he made and will have kept when it's said and done, Damon and Nick. Meanwhile, while I'm the one to celebrate my impending win and strapping the title around my waist, both of you will be left battered, broken, and defeated. After Blaze Of Glory, neither of you will no longer doubt my prowess inside and outside the ring. So go ahead; spit out your ineffective arguments, bring out your laughable insults, and continue to drown yourselves in a sea of lies and bullshit. In the end, my actions will speak louder than words and I will be the one walking out of Blaze Of Glory as the NEW SCW champion while both of you will walk out of that dark night with scars and a painful memory to keep you both in place for all time. Everything I said before and now is the truth; you both will be crushed by me without a second thought. I've warned you both not to come after me; both of you refused. Now it's time for you to pay the price for your actions. I hope you both are ready for not just the fight of your life, but to bow down and accept me as the greatest fighter of them all.

Kain. The King Of Kings and soon-to-be NEW SCW Heavyweight champion!

Supercard Archives / Time To Do What's Right...

« on: February 18, 2012, 12:59:51 PM »

The camera opens up at a Gold's Gym somewhere in Detroit, Illinois. Inside, we see Rocky Mountains, backstage reporter, facing the camera with a microphone in hand. In the background, we see Kain working out with training partners, putting himself in a program that's bound to push any man to their limits. Not Kain, for he pushes him to the best and when he thinks he can go no longer, he takes it to the next level. Someone from the camera crew signals for Rocky Mountains to begin and she brings the microphone up to her lips and speaks.

RM: Hello! I'm Rocky Mountains, backstage reporter for the Sin City Wrestling organization, and I am here for an exclusive interview with Ariel, Kain's girlfriend. She will hopefully give us some kind of insight about Kain and why he did what he did this past week, when he brutally attacked Mark Ward and left him in gruesome pain! Without any further introduction, Ariel!

The camera pans back to show Ariel stepping in the picture, in her workout clothes, her brown hair tied back in a ponytail, her blue eyes cold as ice as she glares at Rocky Mountain, who clears her throat and somehow has the courage to speak again.

RM: Ariel, your man went on a rampage and attacked Mark Ward in his office. Why did he do this?

Ariel: Do you really have to ask me a stupid question like that? Isn't it obvious? My man was assaulted by Mark Ward for no reason! Kain is a man of his own when he says that he can get the job done without anyone's help! After all, it's not HIS fault that those tag matches were nothing but a lost cause! So when he had his back turned and was about to leave, Mark cried over spilled milk and beat him up! What kind of a coward does that, Rocky? Certainly not Kain! Kain makes sure he knows who they are dealing with, face-to-face! So, in retailation, Kain struck back and showed him who clearly is the boss around here. He told Mark Ward, in no uncertain terms, that he is the one in charge around here, not him or Christain Underwood! Anything that Kain wants, he should expect to get in a moment's notice! Why should he have to wait in line? He deserves all the success in the world and it should be handed to him on a platter, without any questions asked! Mark Ward, though he didn't say it outright, was obviously terrified. So terrified, in fact, that he had no choice BUT to give in to Kain's demands and give him the match he wanted! Soon, he'll be taking over the SCW as not just the champion, but also becoming the leader as well!

RM: Wait a second! Are you saying that Kain vows to take over the SCW and make it his own?

Ariel: You're damn right! Kain is sick and tired of these people who walk all over him. They think they know what's best for him when they really don't! Only I know what's best for him and he agrees with me. That's why I'm lucky to have him and no other woman, not even the Bombshells or a fragile woman, like yourself, can't have him; because he's a man's man! He takes everything all of his opponents can give him, shake it off like a dog shaking off the rain from his body, and deliver the pain tenfold! I don't see a problem with him taking matters into his own hands. Kain and I deserve to sit on the throne and do whatever is right for everyone and that is lose to us constantly while we come out, on the other side, as winners ALL THE TIME. As such, Kain will make sure that every wrestler, every member, and his bosses will get on their knees and beg for mercy and forgiveness. And he will grant them none, because he's a badass and no one can take that away from him!

RM: Can you please talk about the comments that Mark Ward made about Kain's tag-matches and how he lost to "fools like Casey and Spike"?

Ariel: I don't mind stating facts, which were seen on the television. So let's get a few things clear about that. For starters, Mark Ward conveniently omitted the fact that Kain was nowhere inside the ring nor was he the man that got pinned on both occasions. In fact, Nick Jones is responsible for making Kain in the first place, followed by his mystery partner, JT Underwood. Both men were too cocky, too arrogant, and they paid the price for their stupidity! Therefore, Kain absolves any blame from either confrontation. He never lost the match, his "team" did! So they are the ones at fault! Mark Ward clearly doesn't have a clue on what he's talking about!

RM: Mark Ward originally threw Kain to Damon Synn in a match for the #1 contendership, but that changed the moment Blade Alexander left the SCW. He now placed Kain and Damon in a match against Nick for the title. What are his current thoughts on both men?

Ariel: He will address them later on. Needless to say, he is not worried about either threat. He knows that the championship will be his at Blaze Of Glory. Now, if you will excuse me, you annoying girl, my man needs me!

Ariel walks away from Rocky and her camera crew as they catch Kain at work, taking out all of his partners before bringing himself back to his feet with a kip-up and looking around the ring, watching with a grin as his partners roll around the ring in agony. It will be the same result when Kain finally meets Damon and Nick Jones for the SCW championship at Blaze At Glory!

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Blaze Of Glory.

One glance at this card and you already know who will be stealing the spotlight. It's also going to be the same person in which everyone will be keeping their eyes on. Let's face it, none of my fellow peers deserve to be in the position that I'm in. Some are going after championships, others are trying to end a ridiculous rivalry that matters little in the scheme of things. Hell, even our esteemed "boss" is trying to use his match as nothing more but a little excuse to get back in action and try to take matters into his own hands. Too little, too late, I say. No, everyone should be more or less feel threatened by me, Kain, the King Of Kings! I'm the only man that's powerful enough to be not just a champion in his own right, but a man that will destroy the rest of his competition in order to get what he wants. What is it that I want? To be the man of the hour, of course! Like I've been doing for a long while now, every week, no one can't help but tune in to see what I will do next! They all want to know; who is Kain's latest victim? How will Kain get there to achieve all of his goals? Top to bottom, they want to everything and anything about me. The entire world bends to MY WILL and at Blaze Of Glory, that statement will become true. In other words, starting at Blaze Of Glory, I will be not only the next SCW Heavyweight champion, but I will be the man that everyone will love, admire, and respect from a distance. They will also fear me, bow to me, and grant any wish I desire and it will happen now. You fail to live up to my expecations and your life is forfeit, to be crushed within the blink of an eye. It's a fate that all of you wll come to accept, whether you like it or not!

Of course, I harbor no illusions. I know who I am facing. Two idiots who think they are the shit, overconfident about their ability, thinking they have it all. Here is one man, Damon Synn, a man of indomitable will, who has destroyed the competition without a sweat. The other man, Nick Jones, is a man of overconfidence and full of arrogance, someone who feels that nothing can stand in his way. Lucky for me, I'm going to be killing two birds with one stone! Why do I feel that way? It's all because of the match in itself; a triple-threat, no-disqualification confrontation that will end in victory for me. It takes me back to my days as an underground fighter. The bosses, back then, were not happy that I was defeating their best men in rapid succession, so they attempted to put me in dangerous situations, where the odds were always stacked against me. Those deluded sycophants were always to seek out my demise. All of them failed; I ended their hopes quicker than they could say "Uncle"! I eventually got tired of taking over their territories and eliminating those stupid fools and came here. Now, in a match like this, the memories seep through me one more time; the howl of my wicked laughter reverberating through the arena as I broke them in half, with my fists, feets, or any weapon of my choice. Now I am given another opportunity to end Damon's hopes of staying undefeated and dash Nick Jones's dreams of retaining his precious championship. This match, to me, is all about brutality. Neither of my enemies will be able to walk out of the battlefield unscathed. Both will be harmed, both physically and mentally, and both will feel the savagery and wrath in every attack I place onto their worthless bodies. Both men will go down before me. Both men will feel nothing but the agony of defeat as I will strip Nick of his championship and Damon of his victories as I climb that top rope and hoist the SCW championship in the air, laughing with glee, knowing that I have accomplished what I set out to do in the first place!

If you are asking me that I'm worried about this upcoming fight, the answer is simply no. I mean, do you really think that any of their measly punches or weak kicks will have any effect on a god like me? Hell no! Anything they dish out on me is like getting a poke on Facebook; it doesn't hurt at all! Fact is, they need to be more concerned about the biggest, baddest motherfucker in town instead of unleashing their rage on each other. I'm the only man that matters inside that hell and both of them will not be escaping my hunger for violence! My thirst for blood will be sated! I don't care how tall or short a man is; to me, they are nothing but easy opposition to destroy; it will be like swatting away two flies with a swatter! See, I know what you idiotic bastards must be thinking; that I'm in way over my head, very overconfident, and that's kind of mindset that will be the cataylst for my possible downfall in this match. You're wrong. All of you! It wasn't that long ago that I entered a new federation and already gained headlines from every critic, every fan, every hater, and all those people in between! I'm already a household name, already sold millions of merchandise in my underground fighting days, in the Asylum Wrestling Alliance, and now am making millions for the Sin City Wrestling organization! Everything about me is flying off the shelves, from toys to books! I'm a brand that's GOOD FOR BUSINESS! Do you know why that is, you witless worms? It's because I back it up EVERY TIME I enter the ring! I possess skill and power beyond anyone's comprehension! I make sure that what I say does and will happen! So when I tell you that I will become the next SCW Heavyweight Champion, you know that my word is true and that what I say or do carries weight and merit! I deliver terror into the hearts of any who try to double-cross me or dare to stand in my way for glory and victory! So believe me when I tell you that Damon Synn and Nick Jones are nothing to me but a waste of my fucking time. I don't doubt their accomplishments, but that's in the past. The present is here to stay and their future lies in ruins, whereas my future lies in immortality! So when I tell you that my match against them will be easy as breathing, I mean it! No matter how much pain and punishment they can inflict upon me, I'll be the one laughing it off and making them scared shitless of a fighter like me!

Nick Jones, you are nothing but a thorn at my side! You pissed me off by allowing your arrogance and overconfidence to get in the way and forced ME to lose in our tag-match, you worthless bastard! You're nothing but a disgrace! You call yourself the biggest draw in this federation? Believe me when I tell you, Nick Jones, no one gives two shits for a phony jackass like you! All I keep on hearing, these days, is when Kain will be next to take over the throne! Well, their answer will be realized when I strip you of everything and leave you crying like a bitch in the dust! Do you really think that your moves will shake me to the core? Do you think that your skill, psychology, and mind games will have any kind of long-term effect on a God like me, Nick Jones? Absolutely not! All your life, you've fought nothing but weaklings and thought of them as nothing but yesterday's news! That will change, Nick Jones, when I settle the score with you at Blaze Of Glory, Nick. You will be vanquished from the face of the Earth forever, your championship slipping through your fingers like sand, only to be caught by me and kept around my perfect waist for all eternity! Therefore, you can only do two things; nothing and to accept reality! And what is reality? Reality is of Kain, The King Of Kings, sitting on his throne and fulfilling his destiny as the newest SCW Heavyweight Champion! This is all your fault, little man! Had you not screwed up in our match, your beating would have been nothing but a couple of weeks at the hospital. But since you had to get way too cocky for your own good and ruin MY CHANCE for a victory, you will be permanently silenced. Your name will no longer be remembered as a man of extraordinary deeds, but as a man that is presently a failure! A man who couldn't get the job done when there is so much pressure on his shoulders. You failed to impress me the moment I laid eyes on you, Nick Jones, and you will ultimately pay the price for your foolishness. Mark Ward, your friend, master, whatever the hell you want to call him, will be heavily disappointed in you. He should have seen me be the man of the hour, the only one who can make this place a better one, and he chose to attack me. I am going to enjoy pulling the plug and wishing you good luck on your future endeavors, Nick Jones!

To make matters worse for yourself, how dare you call me a burn victim of a federation that is filled with children, losers, and freaks all-around! You think that I'm nothing but scum, destined for failure? You stupid fool; don't you realize that I am not only the greatest threat in SCW, but the greatest test in your life as well? Have you seen how indestructible I can be, how dominating I chose to display when it matters? In seconds, Nick Jones, I decimated Mark Ward, clearly getting the upper-hand! He cannot stop me from not only gaining his championship, but his entire federation as well! What makes you believe that you can stop me? It is your moves that you claim to bring you to where you are now? Nothing but child's play! Is it your connections that brought you to this point? It does not matter who you decide to be with, all of them will be crushed, snuffing out any hopes you have for the future, like unlighting a flame from a candle; it's that easy! Nick Jones, the way I see it, you don't have that many options. There is really no way out of this mess you put yourself in, Nick Jones, except to die a horrible death and leave everything to the man of the hour to get the job done 24/7! Face it, you worthless bitch, you were never in my league! The only reason why you even part of this carnage is because you're the current SCW champion, a position that you don't deserve in the slightest! I cannot wait for Blaze Of Glory so that I can finally unleash every ounce of my rage and anger, to dispose of men like yourself, nothing but pathetic garbage to litter on the street! How dare you walk into my world, boast yourself of a man that has it all, and thinks he'll just walk out of Blaze Of Glory as if it was a walk across the street! I mean, you are clueless about everything these days, Nick Jones. But that no longer matters...what truly matters is the devastating anguish and constant horror that you'll receive from me. I'll be laughing, watching you scream like the whore that you are, begging for my mercy. You will receive none, for you are entering my playground; the devil's playground! I will make sure that your life, your career, and your reputation is killed in one strike. You should be thanking me, your new God, for ending your pathetic life!

Damon Synn. Let me get a few things clear so that you can understand perfectly. I am not frightened by you. I am not intimitated by you. If you were hoping to scare me with your size and brute strength, think again. Despite you winning in every fight you've participated in, I am not impressed one bit. I've fought giants like you, back in the day, who kept on thinking "Man, this pipsqueak can't do any kind of bodily harm to me!" Imagine the howls of pain that they cried out as I easily brought them to their knees, mocked them with my violent actions, and gave them something to remember as I watched them fall. The crowds, back then, gasped at my incredible display of power, Damon, as I made them fall backwards and crash to the floor hard, shaking the entire arena as they fell into unconsciousness, their bodies broken forever by my hand. You will be no different to me, Damon Synn. You will be added to that list of giants that fell before my might, Damon Synn. The crowd will once again be in shock as I ended your streak and dashed your hopes of becoming a champion, if that's what you are really after. But I don't think that's what you're after, is it? You are, in reality, nothing but a stupid giant that's just trying to figure everything out for himself and he does so by going into battle, hoping for some answers. Isn't that right? Let's be honest from the get-go; I am not here to give you answers to your worthless past nor am I here just so that you can take me down easily without a second thought. I'm no pushover, like Saint Patty, a man that you and I have defeated in the past. I'm the King Of Kings, Damon Synn! I'm the man that you will never be able to overcome in your entire career; I'm going to be nothing but poison flowing through your veins, for which there is no cure! I look forward, in fact, to injecting my venom into your body, so that you can finally feel what it's like to be in pain constantly! You will no longer be the man that can win in every battle; you will lose in the worst way possible! Why? Because I'm good at dissecting an enigma and slowing taking them apart, killing their strengths and exposing their weaknesses. I'm like a predator that's toying around with his prey before the kill; I'm your worst nightmare, Damon Synn. You have finally met your match and you, just like Nick Jones, should be thankful for this opportunity.

After all, you're about to learn a hard lesson in life; that you can't get everything you want without losing to a better foe. That better foe, Damon, is ME! Can you, as well as Nick Jones, imagine the intense assault I have planned for the both of you? Since this is a triple-threat, no-disqualification match, I can and will use anything to cause severe pain unto you until you can no longer withstand it! I'm going to show you exactly why I, Kain, The King Of Kings, is the most powerful entity the world has ever seen! Face it, Damon, you've never come across a man like me! A man that can end careers and further his reputation into the stratosphere instantly! See, I've been waiting to bring you to school and teach you lessons like this, because only I know what's right for you! Only I can show you what needs to be done when you are around me; through me, I will show you the truth that you and Nick Jones will be quick to deny; that I am the best in the business. I know how to entertain everybody like nobody else's business! I am the only one capable of making them remember what it is like to fear a god like me, Damon, because I have felt pain and know how to deliver it in spades. I have plans for you, in this instance, Damon. I plan on making you suffer in the harshest way possible, because you are nothing but a roadblock that's standing in my way of greatness and must be dealt the finishing blow. I must accomplish this in order to end any chance of a legacy you're trying to create for yourself. So when I tell you that your streak will die by my hand, I will make it so. When I tell you that I'm going to use you and Nick Jones as not just examples of my incredible power, but as stepping stones to MY championship, that's exactly what I'm going to do, Damon Synn. Now, granted, I've seen what you've done in the ring, but I'm not afraid. In fact, I just shrug my shoulders and laugh at it, because it's neither impressive nor entertaining. So when I end your miserable life, you'll be nothing but the dirt I brush off my shoulders; just another day at the office. Damon Synn, in the end, you and Nick Jones have NO CHANCE against me. I look forward to wiping off the smirks you both have on your faces at Blaze Of Glory. It's only a matter of time...

But hey, you had to open your big mouth and talk a lot of bullshit. Now it's my turn to dispell the claims you've brought against me.

I think you are delusional. A new revolution? Because of me? Sorry, but it rarely works out that way in my lifetime, Damon. Everyone that I've fought against pretty much said the same thing to me for years. "If I beat you, I'll be on top." They all failed. You too will fail because you seem to have this air of arrogance surrounding you. You seem to somehow get this notion that I'm the trigger to your newfound success. That won't happen. And why won't it happen? Because I denied you that chance the moment I either make either you or Nick submit to my prowess or get pinned in the middle of the ring. Thus, when that happens, Damon Synn, all that talk of honor is gone. All that talk of carrying SCW into new heights has been banished forever.

You are right though. I'll make history all right. But not in the way you think. No, Damon, it's really all about me becoming champion because either you or Nick allowed it to happen. Simply put, it won't be my fault. Up until this point, I've been dealing with losers. Losers like Spike Staggs, Casey Williams, and I've been hungry for a challenge. Sadly, after all this spiel coming from your side of the street, it turns out that you're just like the rest of them; deluded into somehow believing that you're better than the rest of the pack. You, my unfortunate friend, thanks to your streak, have gotten this sudden idea that you can't be stopped. Nobody can touch you, nobody can beat you.

Try as you might to resist, Damon, you will fall. You talk about meeting no one like you, but that's not true at all. More on that later, but needless to say, I'm quite confident in my abilities. I'm quite confident in the fact that I can take on a washed-up paper champion like Nick Jones, an overconfident giant like yourself, and earn the championship. Three achievements in one night. After that night, Damon, tell me - will you be able to bark the same way you do now? Will you be able to gloat with that air of confidence that you display with false bravado?

I think not. It doesn't matter if you entered the picture after or were in here before; nothing will change.

And I mean NOTHING!

Fact is, I'm no joke. If I was a joke in this business, Damon Synn, I would turn out to be losers like Lucian Frost, who will eventually lose his spot. But I'm not. I pride myself on becoming the most determined man to walk on the face of the Earth; not a single man, woman, or child can hurt me in ANY fashion. Once I'm done with you, you will come to find out, first-hand, that I'm exactly everything that I've been described myself to be. More to the point, I will certainly be a trigger all-right; the trigger that killed everything that Damon Synn is and was trying to be. All of my opponents, thus far, have been filler and once I ascend the throne as the champion. So far, all your efforts to try and tear me down have been fultile. I've been in a thousand main events, all my life, both as challenger and as champion.

It doesn't matter who tried to take me out; I ended them all. You aren't the first to try to break me in anyway possible and you certainly won't be the last. I won't take anything away from this experience, not in a negative light. Fact is, Damon Synn, words speak loud, but actions are a lot louder and when my actions back it all up, especially at Blaze Of Glory, I'll be the one to shove it back down your throat. Then what you will say now? That I'm still a joke? That I couldn't handle it because YOU SAID SO? Sorry, Damon, but you can't simply wave a wand and make it happen like yesterday. The SCW Heavyweight Championship is the biggest prize of them all. Nick Jones will be easy to destroy, as will you be. Those fleeting glances of the championship you speak of? Once I have it around my waist, Demon, you won't have anything left for you to defend upon. Your streak will be gone, Damon, and so will any hope of you ever becoming a champion. What will do then, Damon? Why don't you tell me? Will you do exactly what I want you to do and fear me? Give me the respect I immediately deserve? Or do I have to beat it out of you, over and over again, until you can no longer walk or talk in the way you do these days? I don't think so.

Here's what I do think.

I believe that I am the right man for this championship. Your claim is bullshit that I did nothing right or legit to get here; I fought my ass off, starting at the time when I began fighting to here. It's not like I sat on my couch and waited for things to happen for me. I went out and earned everything. My girl, my life, my body, everything. I'm certainly not a billionaire because of some kind of gimmick I created and sold to people. No, Damon, I'm the real deal. Since you're blind, look closely. Do I wear a mask? No. Do I carry a big ego? Not at all. I earned my confidence from every fight that I won in. Do I carry myself as a man that feels like he is immortal? Absolutely! Obviously, Damon, only the strong survive and that's exactly what I am not; the strongest of them all. Taking you out will certainly instill another lesson for you. What is that lesson?

That you are obviously a man of lies. A man that is truly weak. A man that talked the biggest game of his life, but lost it all in the end, because his actions couldn't back it up. Sure, your streak is alive, but for how long? Believe me when I tell you, Damon, that's going to change.

Everything will change. You will not be a savior. You will instead be a failure. Like Nick Jones, like all the men who have come across my path. You will be the first to witness my power at hand. I will gladly break your kneecaps, scar your face, and crush all the bones within your body. You can laugh at me now, saying that it's literally impossible. Don't worry; I'll leave you to your devices. I'll let you conjure up a lot more theories, a lot more myth for you to be in peace. But at Blaze At Glory, you will no be in peace. But in shambles.

I hope you're ready to look at me in the eye and say "You know what? I have been beaten by the better man. This is your championship. I am not who I said I was." In response, I'll gladly knock you out and laugh in your face as I celebrate my win, my championship. And it'll all be thanks to you!

You both should understand the message by now, but if it hasn't been hammered into your unintelligent brains by now, it's really simple. Neither of you will be the SCW Heavyweight Champion. Neither of you will walk away pain-free. What I'm about to do, to the both of you, will send a message to not just the Sin City Wrestling organization, but to everyone around the world. That message is simple; I an untouchable. I am unbeatable. You can throw anyone you want at me and I'll stomp on them like the insignifcant bugs that they truly are! Their futures are decided at my discretion; I chose whether you live or die. At Blaze Of Glory, judgement will be harsh and swift; you both will receive death. The SCW Heavyweight Championship, as of right now, means everything to me! Hell, I should have earned this title shot the moment I stepped foot in here, but that wasn't the case. I had to unleash my own kind of hell to make that happen and now, it has! This is the golden opportunity of a lifetime and you are about to walk into my world. A world in which there is no escape except for the aforementioned death that I will glady deliver upon you both! You both may be monsters, but I'm the biggest one of them all, one that cannot be slain. At Blaze Of Glory, the both of you will bow to Kain, The King Of Kings, and acknowledge me as the NEW SCW Heavyweight Champion! If you don't believe me now, don't worry; the biggest, baddest motherfucker in town will tear down the house and show why is the most complete fighter of them all. This isn't a vague threat I speak of, but rather a promise that is true. I hope you both are ready for the fight of your lives!

Climax Control Archives / You Two Again? So Be It...

« on: February 09, 2012, 05:36:25 PM »

I stepped out of Gold’s Gym on a chilly Thursday morning in Carson City, Nevada, and felt the cool breeze whipping my face. Dropping my black gym bag onto the sidewalk, I tugged my black vest closer to me as the wheels in my head were rapidly turning. Once again, I thought of nothing but the main event at the next Climax Control, where I am always destined to be in. I didn’t particularly care for being in a tag-match, but it gives me another chance to wreck havoc on my own terms against a veteran rival and a man who I pissed off by mentioning pain and suffering for his daughter to witness awhile back. I’m glad I pissed them off, because it’s all about me. It’s all about me being in the spotlight.

Before I could think any further on the matter, I felt someone poking me on my leg and a new voice spoke from my right.

Hey Mister! Mister!

I looked down and saw a young girl, looking up at me. She was wearing a school uniform, one that you would see from a religious school. Her penetrating blue eyes were seeking out my own, not bothering to hide the excitement that was in her small smile, blonde hair down on her shoulder length. I glanced up and saw a female standing next to her. It appears to be her mother, who was looking at me, trying to figure me out. Did they know who I was?

You’re Kain, the former AWA champion that’s now working for SCW, right?

I silently nodded.

Normally, my daughter would have not bothered to poke strangers like this, but you are different. She’s a fan of yours and would like an autograph.

By this point, people were already awake and heading towards work or bringing their kids to school, such as this mother-daughter team. I could have said no and walked away from them, but I realized that neither of them meant any harm. My opponents, on the other hand, did intend damage by their own means and that’s who I really have issues with at this point in time. The chilly wind grew harsher and I did my best to ignore it as I took a step forward and kneeled, looking at the child directly in her eyes.

What is your name, child?

Anne.

She handed me a photo of me that was taken back in my days during the Asylum Wrestling Alliance, when I was the world champion, a time when no one was able to stop me. It made me think of the betrayal that Goth put me through when I suffered a broken ankle and could no longer continue. Afraid that my trail of destruction would continue once I came back, he violated the terms of my contract agreement between the federation and I and fired me. It would be the biggest mistake he ever made, as I made a comeback and was now determined to put an end to him. The memory came from somewhere within me, but I banished it within seconds as I also took her black marker. I signed my name on it and handed it back to the little girl, who was jumping for joy and her small smile widened into a grin. I slowly stood up and shook the mother’s hand. She whispered her thanks and took her young daughter by the hand. They disappeared into the crowd as I watched them leave. Then I looked down and grabbed my black gym bag, slinging it over my shoulder, then walked in the opposite direction, heading back to my hotel.

All week long, I had been in Carson City, preparing for my fight. It would have happened last week, but for some reason, it was pushed back. I heard of the news from my girl, Ariel, and was angry. For one, no one should be pushing back any of the shows that I was in, because I am the biggest draw on their pathetic roster. I am the one man, the most complete fighter in the world, who can bring something fresh and original every time I enter the battlefield. More importantly, I hated delays like these because it temporarily halts my opportunity of becoming a champion, especially being on top of the world, which is where I belong. No one else is allowed to sit on the throne and it offends me that there’s someone sitting there. Sooner or later, that pack of fools will eventually have to face me either for the first time or one more time. When that time come, all of them will know their quick demise and I’ll be the one ushering the Sin City Wrestling alliance into an era of my immortality and greatness.

As I continued my journey to the hotel, I suddenly felt a vibration from the right side of my brown pants. Seizing it out from its concealment, I looked on my IPhone 4S and recognized the caller on the caller I.D. system. I answered it and placed the phone onto my left ear.

Kain.

One of your opponents showed up on television. Have you seen it yet?

Not yet. I’ll check it out when I return to the hotel. Love you Lisa.

Love you too. I’ll be waiting for you.

The sound of a dial-tone occurred on the other line, so I ended the call on my side and dumped the phone back into its hiding place. I took one glance at the sun, which was slowly starting to rise from the east, then hailed for a taxi. It didn’t take long to secure one for myself as I placed my bag in the trunk and got in. The door closed behind me, I gave my driver directions to the Holiday Day Inn Express Hotel & Suites Carson and the cab drifted away from the sidewalk and disappeared quickly from view.

* * *

Unlike some people, I don’t need to visit an old haunt to be reminded about the past. In fact, the past is always in conflict with the present, because I visit it every time I break people in the ring. I also didn’t have to think of previous mentors that taught me everything I know either; I just simply learned, adapted, and use it to my own advantage in a legal world of combat. Do you really expect me to be thankful for everything they taught me? Do you really expect me to follow suit, look at a bunch of pennies, and think of the many people whom I destroyed? No. Fact is, none of their faces is what matter to me, so long as they are destroyed and gone for good. I want people to understand that fact clearly; I am not to be intimidated by any means! You can throw people my way, veteran or newcomer, and I’ll quickly dispose of them without any hesitation on my side of the street. It’s all part of the plan that I have developed and currently walking the path on, so should step into that road and get in my way, you leave me no choice but to obliterate them. And yet, here you are, Casey and Spike, standing in my way of achieving my dreams. Seeing how last time worked out for me, which wasn’t my fault by the way, I now have every intention of putting you both in place and once again display the truth; that only I am the most dominating entity the world has ever seen. There is no tagline, no catchphrase, no “Freight Train Of Pain” horseshit. Just me, Kain, The King Of Kings, the most complete fighter in the world, ready for a quick battle that will ultimately result in YOUR destruction!

Let’s start with Casey Williams, shall we?

See, Casey, there is a lot of problems with your statements, so let me tackle them. You see, you keep boasting yourself to be a beast, someone that cannot be tamed or controlled. You also seem to enjoy painting this dull picture of you supposedly ending men’s careers. To demonstrate this, you use men from your past, men who are equally as worthless as you are. So for all this boasting, Casey, tell me something; why aren’t you winning? Why aren’t you doing exactly what you are describing and tearing the Sin City Wrestling organization apart with your skill? Explain that to me please, because you fail to impress me. You know me quite well, in the past, that I have completely dominated you in the past and that is the truth. Truth hurts a lot, doesn’t it? Of course, you are going to use our tag-team match as an excuse to say that you won over me. Truth is, you didn’t, because I wasn’t the man that was pinned in the end. Bottom line, Casey, that loss was not engineered by me, so you can take that tag-match and shove it up the ass, because I don’t give a damn. My debut was a lot more successful than anyone else’s debut before and after me, so I believe I accomplished my goal for that time. This week, however, things will be a bit different. In fact, I don’t care if it’s either you or Spike; I will glady injure you both to the point of where you will earn little to no movement. You both will feel my anger from my quick kicks and fast punches, all with 100% power. Unlike you, I do not hold back any of my attacks! You tell me that you won’t take me lightly, but you did so in the past, so I expect nothing but a similar pattern to repeat itself and you will fall before my fist very fast.

I also couldn’t help but laugh when you tell me that I was the one responsible for making you lose trust in people. Let me tell you something, little boy, what I did wasn’t my fault in the slightest. If anything, the people that you hang with, the situations that you get yourself involved in, that’s on your time. Not mine. You should see me as nothing more but a god, a demon, someone that cannot be stopped until he vanquishes all of his foes before him so that he can take back what’s rightfully his! On top of that, you are a hypocrite of the highest order. You tell me that you cannot trust people, yet you willingly embraced yourself in a cause that’s both meaningless and futile. Tell me, is that still my fault? Did I make you decide that choice? Absolutely not! Once again, that’s on your head, not mine. That’s a fact of life; in the end, people will betray you and throw you to the wolves. I’ve had it happen to me, time and again, and what happened to me in the AWA certainly won’t be the last. But in the end, everyone receives my payback in a brutal fashion, Casey. Also, unlike you, I don’t allow myself to join any faction. There is no point in it. So the only cause I desire to ally myself with is my own, Casey. This is something you have learned somewhere along the line, Casey. However, you continue to believe that great things will happen to you by joining a stable, that strength in numbers will prevail over any obstacle. If you think that I’ll fall into that philosophy in time, you’re sadly mistaken. You’re also sadly mistaken in your belief that you can defeat me at anytime. Trust me when I tell you, Casey; the destruction that I carried out against you was nothing but a taste. This time, it is my intention to end your pathetic ambitions and leave you in the dust. I was never an ally to you nor a friend. You got that all twisted in that sick, delusional mind of yours. The only thing you are right about is that I backstabbed you and that’s only because I wanted to. Do you want me to feel mercy or regret? Sorry to disappoint you, but you won’t receive an apology out of me. But you will instead receive pain, misery, and suffering at my hands. Once I accomplished my task, Casey, you won’t be going anywhere but demand an early retirement instead. Meanwhile, I’ll be going on to bigger things than wasting my time crushing pitiful ants on the ground, such as you!

Spike Staggs…

This is our second confrontation. Tell me something, little man…did you enjoy the beating I gave you in the ring? Did you like the feeling of being overpowered and dominated by a man that you never expected to cross in your career? I told you that bad things would happen, Spike. Didn’t I deliver on that promise? This week, I plan on tipping the scales in my favor by bringing out everything within me for our fight, just like last time. This time, there won’t be interference by other men, no cheap shots, no games to be played here. I intend to finish what I started and get rid of worthless fools like you, so that I don’t have to deal with you in the long run. Having Casey Williams as your teammate, by the way, WILL NOT greatly increase the odds in your favor! That was your plan, wasn’t it? To make sure that you got a muscular man with little intelligence backing you up in your corner? Don’t make me laugh, Spike! This could have been a two-on-one affair and I would easily kicked both of your asses without much of a problem, enabling me to leave the ring without a scratch! See, Spike, guys like you make my job easier, not harder. On top of all that, I also have plans to scar you psychologically, Spike. I plan to hurt you to the point of your daughter and son will be crying out your name, asking why you became a huge embarrassment to your children. I plan to hurt your children by showing them the truth; how you are nothing but a miserable failure that’s hanging by a thread, Spike. Your little daughter is going to be damaged by the pain I will cause you and I’m going to enjoy it. You’re hoping for me to be remorseful, aren’t you? Sorry to disappoint you, but I’m not that kind of man. I’m the kind of man that uses people like you as a stepping stone to where I need to go, Spike. You should take that as nothing but a compliment, Spike, because if it wasn’t for idiots like you, I wouldn’t be here today. You’re nothing but the other thousands of men that tried to cut my head off clean, but failed to do so in the end. Why? Because I always come out on top, Spike. Always!

Now, as to the matter of my mystery partner…

I’m not worried about it.

What?

Were you hoping for me to say that I was?

Think again, boys. I honestly do not care much for the mystery partner, because I don’t need help, just like last time. I don’t need aid from those that think they can possibly do a better job than I ever could. What the authority above really should have done was set in a two-on-one match and I would have been much happier about that. Instead, they had to piss me off and pair me up with someone out there. However, just because they are my partner doesn’t really mean a damn thing to me. Their safety isn’t my responsibility, folks. I intend to settle this fracas on my own, without the aid of anyone. This is a match that will decide the fate of you both, Casey and Spike. This will be the end of everything as you know it! For Casey, I will end his career and end his so-called legacy forever. For Spike, I will send him back home, broken and weak, scarring his children psychologically to the point of where life will be meaningless for them all. In the end, you both are nothing more but a waste of my time. You both should have known, from the beginning that I am a man not to be messed with. Therefore, let it be known that I will not grant any mercy nor remorse. You will look up to me as your God and will do what you are told by me and that’s to die a horrible death by my hand. You shouldn’t prepare yourselves for a victory. Instead, you should prepare yourself for a catastrophe that will be unleashed by my fury. Through my wrath, you will suffer immensely. Once you both are finished, with blood bleeding from your rotting carcasses, I will be headed to what’s rightfully mine and that’s all the championships that I can possess. None of you will stop me. You will bow to me, acknowledge me as The King Of Kings, and realize that both of your careers are about to come to an end. Count on it!

Climax Control Archives / Perfection...FROM YOU? Don't Kid Yourself!

« on: January 19, 2012, 09:24:08 AM »

All I really wanted was a peaceful night at the Silver Legacy Resort in Reno, Nevada, where the next show is scheduled to take place. My wish wasn’t granted, but it’s a bad idea to turn down any of my wishes.

With Ariel out and hanging out with her girlfriends from the underground fighting circuit for the night, I was left to my own devices. For the past two weeks, I have put myself in a grueling training regimen that would leave most men exhausted. Not me, for I was born to fight and win at all costs. I had put the tag-team match behind me, for while my debut was completely successful, my “team” are responsible for the loss. I also never got involved in the pinfall, nor did I do anything wrong in the end. Therefore, I’m still the best in the world. But today, I just wanted to relax and enjoy the scenery for tonight, hoping that no one would lay a finger on me or piss me off in the wrong way. Like I said, that didn’t happen.

Sitting at the bar, enjoying a glass of water for myself, I felt a tapping, one that felt harsh and hostile. Sighing inwardly to myself, I looked at the man to my left and gave him a quick look from top to bottom. He looked like one of those pretty boys that you see on a model magazine, clean-cut and shaven, the type that foolish, naive women would go for in a heartbeat. He was young, blond, with dark sunglasses covering his eyes, and looked pretty fit. However, he didn’t have the build of a fighter, so he probably uses his over-confidence as a way to get around in the world. I laughed slowly before I returned to my drink, but again, I was interrupted by this poor bastard. After drinking more of my water, I set it down on the desk and turned to him one more time.

Pretty Boy: Hey man, that’s my seat. Everywhere I go, people usually give me what I want. My life is supposed to be perfect and you’re running my day. I want that seat for myself. It’s where I always sit! So you either get off or else…

I slowly got out of my seat and rose to my full height. The man wasn’t taller than me, rather a couple of inches shorter, so my presence dwarfed him. Here I was, dressed casually and wasn’t in the mood to fight. However, when people try to interrupt the flow of my life, they must be severely punished for their foolish mistake. My cold, icy gaze burned into his eyes and I could feel him starting to shake, though he try to play the tough, bravado bullshit and somehow managed to stay calm. Of course, that calmness died when I spoke.

Kain: Or else what, little boy?

Suddenly, two of his bodyguards approached us from behind, both standing behind the man on either the left or right. The man felt the rage in my voice and ran around them, then laughed loudly. Some of the other folks around me couldn’t help but stare at this upcoming confrontation. I ignored the small crowd around us as I cranked my neck a bit as I stared down these new “threats”. They were big, muscular men that appeared to look imposing, dressed in tuxedo outfits. Both men were also twins, with long black hair and blue sunglasses to match each other. My guess was that if anyone harmed the little guy, these two would make sure they would be destroyed in the blink of an eye. Of course, none of them seem to know that I was quite famous for my lethal skills in the ring, so I made sure to keep that under wraps until the time comes. The crowd whispers were growing bigger, but I tuned them out. I let out a deep, long sigh and growled angrily at the three assholes.

Kain: All I wanted was to enjoy the night, but you had to ruin things for me. Guess I’ll have to teach you boys a lesson that you won’t forget!

Pretty Boy: You can’t talk to us that way! Guys, kill him!

What a bad choice of words to utter for tonight. Killing a man like me is next to impossible! That being said, both men didn’t like the fact that I could easily insult and destroy them in the same breath, so both of these muscle-bound began to charge quick, their rage unleashed. I waited at the right moment and as both men were trying to clothesline me, my speed came out and I vanished right before their eyes. The pretty boy couldn’t see me at all and now was terrified. In his life, he probably never encountered a man like me. Both of the muscular fools looked around in front of themselves, then turned around and saw the truth. I stood behind the pretty boy and when he turned around, I gave him a Malice for his troubles. Immediately after my finisher my completed, the guy on the left came at me first. I ducked underneath his hay maker, screaming my battle cry as I shattered his right knee with a downward kick, then I spun around and executed a 360-tornado kick that left him spinning to the ground. The Quickening came into play and it succeeded. I felt the man on the right charging at him, but I stopped him dead in his tracks with a singular back kick, then I sprung backwards, kicking him in the face, knocking him out for good as I did a kip up and turned around. All of the men were down for the count. As I walked towards the bar, someone from the crowd spoke.

Oh my god! I know who that is now! That’s Kain, the King Of Kings!

After I slapped down a few greens into the bartender’s palm for the drink of water, I turned around and saw the one that spoke and nodded to him silently. The crowd around me gasped as I took one glance at my opponents, scoffed at them, then walked away from the carnage as the crowd around me parted to get out of my way. He was right after all – I am the King of Kings and the next victim in sight is going to fully realize this fact that I unleash my world of pain and terror on him!

* * *

If you are asking me if I’m bothered by my debut. I’m here to inform you that I’m not. If you are hoping that I am mad or enraged over my loss, prepare to be disappointed. My debut was far more successful than anything that happened at that show two weeks ago! Of course, Wyatt had to be a fucking douche bag and boot me so hard that it almost knocked me out! Rest assured, Wyatt, you better start looking over your shoulder a lot more, because payback is going to be a major bitch when I see you in my cross hairs, unsuspectingly of course! But enough about the past! We move on to bigger things than some stupid, ridiculous tag-team match that meant nothing to me! In fact, this week will once again prove to be the show in which I steal the spotlight again! I am tasked in taking on some overconfident, arrogant man named Saint Patty, a man whom I’ve never faced. I have done my research and honestly? I have NOTHING to fear from him! All of his moves seem to go around the word “Perfection”. The perfect suplex, the perfect kick, etc. Know what I call it instead? The perfect bullshit! Perfection cannot be achieved by anyone else in the world, except for ME! Can’t you see, Saint Patty, that I am the greatest fighter on God’s green earth? Can’t you feel the power trembling within my feet and fists? Maybe not now, but you soon will feel my wrath. Not a day goes by when I think about inflicting pain and suffering unto those who dare to stand in my way of glory and victory! You, the witless worm, don’t simply have a clue on who you are facing! A GOD! A DEMON! Two immortal beings wrapped up into a package that, when combined together, that cannot be unwrapped or dismantled with the greatest ease! I know, for a fact, that you’ll never be able to handle my greatness and I will prove myself, once again, by destroying someone who shouldn’t have returned in the first place! You’d like to think that I’m exaggerating with all this nonsense, but as you probably saw before making your way back here, I’m no fluke. I’m the real fucking deal here, kid. I’ve studied the art of fighting and know it better than anyone on this planet. It really doesn’t matter if someone like Damon Synn, Mark Ward, Nick Jones, and all of these other fools stand in my way; they’ll be easily crushed and I’ll throw them all into the depths of hell for trying to do so and it all begins with you FIRST!

I have no intention of running away at all. In fact, Saint Patty, I intend to stand on my ground and proudly demonstrate the strength and speed that only I can set free when the time is right. Unfortunately, for you, that time is now. Do you believe, even for a moment, that you have a chance in facing an everlasting man like me? After all, I have obliterated a lot of competition and acquired many titles in my time, officially or not! A lot of men are afraid to face me, because only I know the secrets to breaking them. Only I know how to dismantle a man’s mind, place them in fear, and then eventually destroy them with my physical might! See, this is what I know; all week long, you have failed to show your hideous, ugly face on the airwaves, because you are afraid of me. You are terrified of what I am capable of, in that ring, and don’t wish to feel the sting of each punch, kick, and move that I deliver, at my own discretion. But you will enter the ring, like how the rest have done, and will gladly pay the price. This is what I do for a living, Saint Patty; I destroy mortal men and them in their place! But you should keep in mind something; it’s nothing personal, but just business. And why is it business? Because my only goal is getting to the top as rapidly as I can, Saint Patty. Maybe you’d like to think of yourself as the man that has a decent chance of stopping me. I’m here to tell you that you literally no shot in hell in defeating a man of my invincible stature! I’m curious, though, since you’re going to be nothing but amusement and entertainment to me! I’d like to hear from your pathetic, overconfident mouth as to why you think you can try to beat me. From there, keep on giving me lame excuses and dismal arguments with illogical reasoning! One by one, I’ll laugh them all away and counter back with a vicious, verbal assault that’s so powerful, it’s like being sucked into a whirlwind tornado, granting you NO CHANCE of escape! Go ahead and try, I’d love to hear you bitch and moan like the asshole you are!

As for the match, Saint Patty, you should be glad that there’s nothing on the line! Then again, what this should be really is a retirement match, where I am given the chance to make you think otherwise about stepping into another ring again! See, that’s another awesome thing about me; I’m a gentleman! I abide by the rules and I always defeat my victor within those rules! So you can give me any kind of fight you want and I’ll just gladly kick your ass as my response in return! Of course, since I’m the baddest motherfucker on the planet, I may get completely selfish and go for the kill should you even try to resist me! And see, that’s something you shouldn’t even try to do for your own sake, Saint Patty; you shouldn’t try to rise up against me. Doing so will surely ensure consequences that will not come to enjoy in the days, months, even years to come, little boy! For all your accomplishments and winnings, I will provide the lasting scar that will haunt both your worthless career and life put together! Simply put, Saint Patty, the only wise choice left available to you is to simply grovel at my feet, declare me the rightful king, and perhaps your life will be spared. You fail to do what I order you to do and I’ll be glad to mess up that face of yours with a broken, bloodied nose. Why not a crippled rib or two or how about if I shatter your ankle? Make it more difficult for you, Saint Patty, and I may even paralyze you, forcing you to sit in a wheelchair for the rest of your pathetic life! Do not make it any harder for yourself, Saint Patty! We both know that I am the most complete fighter in the world and I ALWAYS GET WHAT I WANT! It’s really THAT SIMPLE, Saint Patty. If you think you have all the right cards to play in this match, think again. When you and I set foot in this ring at The Reno Sparks Convention Center in Reno, Nevada, you will think of me as judge, jury, and executioner! Your fate is in my hands and you know what it calls for? Permanent retirement!

January 22nd is the day of reckoning for you, Saint Patty. Guys like you are nothing but the same garbage I am forced to deal with, day in and day out. But you see, I don’t have a problem proving my point by eliminating the rest of the bad opposition that lurks within the Sin City Wrestling Organization! Once again, the spotlight will be on me, The King Of Kings, Saint Patty. You will become the first of many victims that will feel my rage and be forever terrified by its power! You will become the first to understand why I am a living god, a living demon! More importantly, you will become the first of many stepping stones towards my quest of becoming the champion and eventually destroying all those who make a claim to my throne! Yes, Saint Patty, that throne is the top prize, but I’m willing to gather all the belts just for myself! But enough about that! I can’t go too far ahead! My presence will be graced on that day, Saint Patty, and when that day arrives, you will look into my cold eyes, and then you will be scared, now knowing that all is completely hopeless! I will humiliate you so badly that you’ll never want to come back here ever again, not with me around! I am the most dangerous entity the world has EVER SEEN, Saint Patty, and you will bow to me, The King Of Kings, when it is all said and done!

Climax Control Archives / All Five Will Go Down, One Will Remain Standing!

« on: January 06, 2012, 11:05:13 PM »

I am always training. Why do you think I haven’t been heard again until now?

Training is something I obsessively think about all the time. As a man in my position, I must do so in order to prepare myself for the unexpected and to overcome all obstacles standing in my way. After all, my mentality is survival of the fittest. Only the strong survive and all the weaker men or women below him must perish horribly, which is why I throw weakness out of my mind and body. So I train everyday and it’s not just a two-hour workout, I throw everything into the kitchen sink and make sure to run the gamut from working out on my chest to legs. I have to be an animal of dominance and my body has to back it up at all times, just so that I can be an intimidating force to be reckoned with inside the ring! After all, the ring is my home, the one environment that I am truly comfortable with, besides being with Ariel or working out in some gym at some town. I use it as my form of artistic expression, to make a statement that incurs pain, suffering, and agony. See, anyone that gets in my way of accomplishing that goal will experience those feelings in one night. Believe me when I tell you, that adventure won’t be a pleasant ride from start to finish! Of course, I must thank all the discipline and control I attained during my two-year sabbatical, because it’s going to pay off again in the long run. Soon, everyone in the Sin City Wrestling organization will do exactly what I want them to do once I show them all that I mean business. I’m no child that wants to play games with anyone. I just want to cut to the chase and annihilate my opponents viciously and without any hint of remorse. That’s my game plan while I’m here, really. But how am I going to do that? I can’t tell you that at all, because I’m protective of my own secrets and refuse to share them to any of you pathetic ingrates that can never hold a candle to my superior greatness!

That is why I haven’t been heard from as of late, but don’t worry! I haven’t forgotten about you fools, the first of my three victims. And I heard about your latest bullshit that you spewed on the air. Didn’t I tell you douchebags already? Whatever it is that’s said of your worthless mouths does not frighten me in the slightest! You are literally conversing to a God that cannot be touched! Fact is, boys, I’m immortal and I refuse to bow to your words of stupidity and empty threats! More to the point, all you’re doing is signing your death warrants once I step foot into the ring and get my hands and feet on you! See, your demise is inevitable and I am the only one in this federation that’s powerful enough to make it happen in the blink of an eye! See, the leaders of this place can try every tactic in their disposal, throw any man or woman in my way, somehow thinking that I can be stopped. That’s simply not true! You see, I need to make sure that everything goes my way! And when you retards decide to make unintelligent choices regarding your well-being and not give me what I desire, I get angry. My rage takes over and I’m far too stronger for anyone to handle, so you better do your fucking jobs right and give me what I want the moment you see me. Fact is, I desire to be on top of the world again, so you better give me a championship match VERY soon. The more fools you send my way, the more pissed I will be. So when you have me deal with guys like Spike Staggs, it’s going to be a bad day at the office for you, because that just means that I’m going to exterminate the rest of your roster in order to demonstrate my superiority over the rest of you dismal weaklings! January 8th is going to be a show of my excellent skill and amazing charisma and once I earn the victory ALL TO MYSELF, all of you will start to fear the name Kain and all of you will have no choice but to get on your knees, bow to me, and acknowledge me as the rightful king of the SCW!

After a week’s worth of staying away from the spotlight for awhile, it was time for me to enter the world of the public and allow my awesome presence to be revealed. I arrived in San Diego, California earlier today. Waiting for me, as I entered the airport, was a mob of reporters already asking me pointless questions, their cameras flashing, wanting to get a piece of me and my girl on their news. They couldn’t see my eyes, for I bore sunglasses and could only keep a straight, serious face as security escorted us outside and into our limousine. The door closed from behind as reporters continued to scream out their questions, but I decided to leave myself as a mystery. I’ll let the world know that my actions will speak louder than any words I speak now, but the truth is, my words do back it all up when it’s game time. Ariel got closer to me and laid her beautiful head on my chest as I gave her a kiss or two on the forehead. The limo is taking me to Paradise Point, considered one of the best five-star hotels in the area. This will allow me a chance to unwind and relax until the big show. All of my training is complete, although I will more than likely do some more until the show is around the corner. It doesn’t take long, but the limo finally arrives at my destination and there’s a slew of more idiotic reporters waiting to greet us as hotel security is on-hand to escort us into our room, already paid off and taken care of in advance. Ariel and I were in the middle of security as they took us inside, cameras lighting up everywhere like Christmas lights as both fans and reporters alike called out my name, begging for autographs or for questions to be answered. I didn’t have time for those poor souls at all. We finally arrived in our hotel room, as we dropped off our bags. I walked over to the window and glanced outside, getting a perfect view of San Diego. It was now a cloudy afternoon, but January 8th will be a nightmare for all of my opponents…

Thinking about the carnage already, my love?

I didn’t give her a glance back, but a quick, short nod was all the answer she needed. It is the only thing that I can think about, at this point.

I’m not worried about the end result, baby. Like I said last week, leave it to me. I will deal with the problem and eliminate it so quick that they can’t remember much afterwards…

We’ve already heard what they had to say after you spoke and quite frankly, all of them are afraid of them.

They have every right to be. They simply have no idea of the terror that’s about to unleashed upon them. They can put up their game faces on the air, but I’m a terrifying demon. And demons is something that most mortal men, like my victims, are completely afraid of.

I felt my girl’s touch as she approached me from behind, kissing my neck, smiling evily as I continued to stare at the city.

Well, Kain, I’m not worried. Destruction will be created by your hands and there’s nothing they can do about it. I’m going to get myself a tan. You’ll be alright, my love?

I nodded once more as she kissed my neck one last time before walking away from me and entering the bedroom, getting herself into more suitable clothing as I thought of the match. A slow chuckle started, then I reared my head back and roared in laughter, knowing how awesome the slaughter will turn out to be. All in my favor!

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Do you hear that, boys? That’s the wind blowing in a different direction. That’s the wind of change! Times around here are changing and for you people, it’s not for the better. As of this very moment, we are three days away from the biggest ass-kicking the world has ever seen! Up until this point, all of you have been wrapped up in your abysmal, puny worlds, thinking that nothing will change and that everything will remain the same. If that’s the plan you’re sticking with, by all means, carry on and keep on underestimating me and my skills. But once that bell rings, I doubt that you’ll be able to swat me like a pesky fly that easy. The day that I start to kick ass and take names is the day that you’ll begin to tremble when my name is spoken. Already I can tell that none of you are happy with my presence, but it cannot be avoided! I seek what is rightfully mine and that’s holding the top prize in my hand! Thus, like I said before, it’s disappointing that I am placed in a situation where I’m dealing with complete strangers, for and against me, I have no choice but to initiate the fracas and live to tell the tale, all the while stealing everyone’s thunder and making myself the badass that I know to be! It’s a shame that none of you clearly get the message as of right now, but you will receive it very shortly. I mean, there’s really nothing you can do but to accept the brutality that I look forward to delivering upon your doorstep and to enjoy every second of it, whether you mortals like it or not. It’s the way of life, really; you either get behind my program or suffer the consequences. Clearly, all of you made your choice to go against me, so I will happily oblige and destroy you all. It’s really that simple! So really, the main question arises – are you truly ready to face the awesome strength of the King or will you cowards run away at the first sight of me? My money’s on the latter, boys, but that’s good news for me, because you can never outrun me. I will find you and I will terminate you and end your careers in a short amount of time, leaving all of you defenseless and helpless. For now, it’s time to put all of your place one more time, through a ferocious, verbal lashing that will assault the senses and render you incapable of retorting with anything but useless jabs thrown at my way!

Casey. I was expecting you to come at me with everything you got. Instead, you have, without a shadow of a doubt, have given me the weakest performance I have EVER seen from your side of the street! One of the worst things about you is that you will always be a creature of habit; a nice guy. Nice guys, Casey, always finish last and what’s worse, Casey, is that they don’t get the best things in life. You see, I was once a goody two-shoes, just like you. I went to school, got great grades, and was doing just fine until tragedy entered the picture and changed my world upside down. As I found out the hard way, being nice can only take you for so long. So I became angrier by each passing day until I arrived at my breaking point and I no longer cared about anyone or anything except for myself! Eventually, Casey, I became a man whose soul became corrupted by greed and power. I walked away from the path of good and embraced a road of darkness, a decision I have never regretted. Because of that one act alone, Casey, it has made me stronger than ever before. Being bad, Casey, has given me wealth, power, and fame beyond my wildest dreams! Meanwhile, I take one glance at a slob like you and I see nothing but wasted potential! In fact, I witness a broken, useless man that’s just pounding his chest and act like he’s tough just because I rubbed him the wrong way. It’s all in your eyes, Casey. Your eyes tell me different. Your eyes say to me, Casey, that you will forever be haunted by the memory of the day that I destroyed you, made a mockery out of you, and that you hate me for it. You really want to kill me, Casey, but you can’t, because being nice held you back. It has always held you back from accomplishing your dreams and watching as your hopes are dashed and your vision of so-called greatness crushed into the dust. That’s why, Casey, you will never win. You will never emerge victorious until you finally realize, just as I did, that being evil has its uses and can take you to a place far beyond your dismal comprehension! Yet here you are, once again expecting ME to carry all the load for you, because alone or with someone like me, you honestly cannot get the job done. Quite frankly, Casey, you are nothing but a broken record, telling me yet again to stay out of your way when it really should be YOU that should be staying out of MY WAY! Be glad, Casey, that you are given another chance to witness, first hand, the god-given talent that was bestowed upon me since birth! Unfortunately, thanks to me, you’ll emerge victorious. Fortunately, however, once the match is completed, I’m going to immediately turn my back and nail you with one of newest kicks so hard that you’ll be knocked out, along with Nick Jones, and only I will be able to savor the win! The spotlight will be on me, Casey Williams, and you will once again be filled with rage over it. Challenge me in the future, Casey, and you will be dealt with. What I did to you before? You got away easy, but I gave you a taste of what I am fully capable of. The next time, you won’t be walking out of that ring alive. So do me a favor, you worthless motherfucker, for the last time, step aside and let a grown man do the job! Got that, you worthless piece of shit? Good! I thought so!

Jordan P.S. Williams. Finally you spoke. Twice, in fact! Want to know how I feel? Not impressed! It’s obviously disgusting that my eyes have to digest at your grotesque physique the first thing when your stupid bullshit airs. What are you trying to score? A deal with Playgirl, so that thousands of girls and maybe a bunch of boys can gawk at you? Seriously, boy, get the fuck over yourself! To be honest, you really hadn’t said much, except for being gone for seven years and that once we are in your world, it’s all over. Is that it, kid? Is that really the best that you can do? If you were gone for seven years, it’s because you weren’t a legend to begin with. Last I checked, Jordan, all everyone asked about was ME, Kain, the King Of Kings! Everyone wanted to know what my next move was or why I wasn’t wrestling in the ring for the past two years. You see, Jordan, I have eclipsed you, meaning that I have surpassed you and every man in the world. Fact is, kid, you are out of my league! It’s hard to imagine what you can possibly do to me, Jordan. Let’s face it; I’ve continued to fight. A lot of people would have quit if they had gotten a broken ankle to deal with. Not me! I decided that becoming stronger was the only goal left for me to do, so that I can survive in the jungle for the longest. I accomplished that goal and will continue to exceed my capabilities. Why? Because unlike you, a man who has left for seven years, I have the urge to remain the most dangerous entity the world has ever seen. A man like you, Jordan, cannot harm me. I am the most complete fighter in the world, Jordan. I know all the tricks of the trade. I know how to devastate a man within seconds! Not just by breaking bones, but by pressure points and how to correctly harm them in order to turn the tables on weaklings like you! I have studied the art of fighting and have forgotten more of the subject than anyone else in the world. That’s how dangerous I am, Jordan. Of course, like the rest of my opponents, you fail to realize this. You fail to understand that I am the only, visible threat in this fight. Neither Nick Jones nor Casey Williams factor into this, Jordan. Because of that, you are most certainly afraid to face me alone, so consider yourself lucky that your allies are there to back you up. Not that it really matters anyway, Jordan, because it will be a matter of time before I get my hands on you and you won’t enjoy the hurt that I will like causing to rodents such as yourself, men whose glory days are behind them. Oh, you have NO IDEA how much I am going to enjoy my first fight and the result that is promised to me, Jordan. I expect a victory at my hands and it will come to me, all in due time. So you may as well do me a favor, Jordan. Stop talking to your fans, stop getting them excited, stop putting up ugly, disgusting pictures of your pitiful, unimpressive body. Instead, it’s time for you to face the music and overcome the biggest challenge of a lifetime. Believe me when I tell you, Jordan, you will most certainly fail. You will fail to make an impact and reclaim that piece of glory which I spoke of. What you will receive, instead, is a realistic reminder that all things come to an end. I’m afraid, Jordan “P.S.” Williams, that your time in the SCW has finally come to an end…

Wyatt, you simply have no clue, do you? I’m someone special enough for the bosses to bring me in here? I’m more than special, Wyatt. I’m a GOD! I’m a DEMON! You combine the two into one and I cannot be stopped! You want to judge me for who I am in the ring? You should have done your homework, you weak, pathetic worm! Instead of using your brain and researched me, you want to find out, the hard way, how special I am, all because you don’t know ANYTHING about me? What a waste of time, dealing with a punk like you! As far as I’m concerned, you mediocre excuse of a cowboy, you have gained no achievements! Now me, I’m a former champion in multiple professions, all of them dealing with fighting. I always emerged victorious in each battle, save for a match or two that weren’t my fault at all. Why is that, Wyatt? It’s because I made the right moves! I saw what each guy was going to do, regardless if I knew their personal history or not, and did what was necessary to come out on top. You can’t seem to get that in your thick skull, Wyatt. But I’ll give you credit; at least, in your dim-witted mind, you apparently do see something great in me, but that’s as far as I’ll go on that issue. Like Jordan, like Staggs, you haven’t grasped a good idea on who you are facing for this week, Wyatt. And now, you wan to see, first-hand, what I am truly capable of? Your wish has been granted, Wyatt. Now that I’ve returned from my two-year sabbatical, it’s time that the world sees me in action for the first time. For the first time, they will be in AWE of my growing skill and incredible appeal! You are about to have a front-row seat as you sit there, like the little bitch that you are, and witness how easily a God can crush his opponents with one touch of his fingers! See, I’m simply amazing, a man that’s fully confident of his abilities. Not a single man on this planet terrifies me, Wyatt, but soon, you and your allies will be the first to start pissing in your pants, uncontrollably I might add, as I engage the three retards in combat and dispose of them in quick fashion. You might want to take notes during our confrontation, Wyatt, because it will the first and definitely last time you will ever witness a supernatural God take care of business like nobody else on the landscape can! So you see, you are out of luck and out of time. I hope that what I teach, inside the ring, will show you the error of your ways, Wyatt. I hope that you see me as a role model, someone that can show you the light, to make you see that being a ferocious, non-caring bastard can reward you in more ways than one! It’s unfortunate, Wyatt, that you are too stupid and ignorant to realize this, so the only prize that you’ll be given is a one-way ticket to hell! So sit down, Wyatt, buckle your seat belt and enjoy the fucking ride, because you will have finally meet your maker and I will be granting you a painful, horrifying death and when that happens, you will be nothing but a forgotten memory, destined to be extinct in the years to come!

Spike Staggs. I knew exactly how you react and it would be out of rage. Perfect! I guess you are angered, isn’t it? Angered because I mentioned your stupid, precious daughter? I love it, Spike Staggs. I love the fact that I am about to get the upper hand in this beautiful massacre we are about to participate in. And now that you bring your son into the picture, it’s going to make the chaos even sweeter. Bring them to ringside, Spike, and I’ll make sure that they watch in horror as I do exactly what I promised you last week. I will grant you no mercy and you will feel my wrath, starting with your head bleeding profusely to your legs and feet broken, unable to move any longer. Next thing you know, your kids will try to sleep it off, thinking it was some sort of bad dream…until the nightmares come into play. That monster you speak of? He’ll return, in their minds, raping them with images of The King destroying their father, over and over again, laughing gleefully. See, I don’t care if you call me boring, uneducated, repetitive, or whatever useless term you throw in my face. Fact is, Spike, you are nothing but a delusional man, grasping at straws, hoping to find some peace with the rankings that you earned in some other place. But once I leave you broken, helpless in the ring, all of that will change. Eden and your son will be given the most harmful pain ever given to them in their existence, that other federation will see what a punk-ass bitch you’ve turned out to be, and in the end, there will be nothing left for you to have. I am going to enjoy humiliating you, Spike Staggs, because for all the big talk you’ve given, you are nothing but an annoying bug that’s just WAITING to be stomped on. I brought out your wrath for a purpose and you will regret your choice when you and I clash in the ring. I am going to enjoy destroying your reputation, Spike Staggs, making you wonder exactly why in the hell did you decide to get in my face and stop my never-ending journey of fame and fortune. You talk about putting me in the hospital? Don’t you fucking realize, you worthless ingrate, that you cannot achieve the impossible? No matter how many times you try to come at me, you will not succeed in bringing me down. Let’s face it, Spike Staggs, you literally have no chance. Eden will cry like the little, stupid girl she is and beg for her father, pleading for his life to be spared. I won’t grant you any mercy, Spike and I can’t wait to see your precious daughter cry constantly at seeing how much of a failure her father has become. You are next in MY crosshairs, Spike Staggs, and you are about to see THIS MONSTER unleash the beast within him, at full rage. For all your ineffective bravado, you will most certainly lose this battle. Everything that you’ve worked so hard for, that drive you think I brought out in you, and so on – all of that will be gone instantly. I am going to be happy, watching as your world fades away, your daughter and son HURT by the suffering I delivered to your puny state, both physically and mentally. So be ready for me, Spike Staggs, and face true terror for the very first time!

As far as Nick Jones goes, he really hasn’t said a great deal about me, but I’m OK with that. That’s his loss. He’s currently the #1 contender for the biggest prize of them all and completely dropping me off the radar. What a BIG mistake to make! The truth is, everyone in this league should be completely afraid of me. I’m the strongest of the pack and only I can lead the SCW into the greatest era of them all! Nick Jones, I hope that you are listening to me VERY carefully. Whether you realize it or not, I’m also gunning for the title and if it means facing you in the future and having to break all your bones in the process, so be it. In fact, I have every intention of turning my back to you delusional idiots and committing such a crime after I’ve won the match. NOT YOU. NOT CASEY WILLIAMS. BUT ME! Far as I’m concerned, like the rest of the fools that surrounds the Sin City Wrestling organization, you are nothing to me. Hopefully, this match will end quick, because I am going to unleash everything I have and I will continue to do this at every house show and every pay-per-view that airs with the SCW name branded on it until Mark and his cronies decide that it’s time for me to have my match for the world title and if they don’t give it to me, Nick, I will take it by force! The sooner, the better, Nick! You understand me, Nick? Your time as the #1 contender will come to a close quicker than you believe and I will be the one to challenge you for the right to bear that title and eventually take on the champion of the SCW, hoping to win his title. So you may as well do us all a favor and be like Casey – stay the fuck away from me and watch as I take matters into my own hands and show Spike, Jordan, and Wyatt that, despite their combined forces, it just simply wasn’t enough to crush the most complete fighter IN THE WORLD! Believe that, Nick! Believe that!

Gentleman, the time for talk is over! Climax Control is the show that I’ll finally be debuting in! This time, you won’t see demolish one man! This time, you’ll get to see me kill three birds with one stone! I do not care about anything but my own hopes, my own dreams, and the way I’ll achieve it is by becoming the biggest badass the world has ever known! Spike, Jordan, Wyatt, you three are about to observe the day of reckoning, the day when the world, as you know it, has finally changed! I am not only the King Of Kings, but I am an all-powerful God, a frightening Demon that will terrify children, make men jealous and make any woman want me for my good looks and personality! January 8th will be the time to either put up or shut up! I’m going all-out on you three weaklings, showing you the type of strength that may be proven to be too much in the end! After this, maybe you fools will make a better decision in the future and decide not to come after me. Maybe you will finally get with the program and accept the fact that I’m here to stay and cause nightmares, casting a shadow of fear and doubt over every man or woman that dares to cross my way! I am Kain, The King Of Kings, and at Climax Control, this will most certainly be the day when you bow to me for ALL ETERNITY!

Climax Control Archives / Five Fools, One True Man...

« on: December 30, 2011, 08:56:37 AM »

The time for my arrival is finally here at last.

It’s been two years since I stepped foot into a wrestling arena. After my last match, I decided to walk away from the spotlight, not caring for what my enemies had to say after my “release”. Truth is, they couldn’t handle me. I was unstoppable. I was their champion, the rightful king, and once my ankle was broken, they thought of me as useless. Goth made that mistake when he decided to release me while my back was turned. He had no idea of the monster he would see two years later. I was determined to make sure that my revenge would be exacted at the right moment against him and I also swore to become stronger by the day. What people saw, two years ago, was the tip of the iceberg. Today, I’m a whole new beast to deal with, someone that no one should be crossing paths with at any given time. After all, traveling throughout the world has gained me a better perspective on the world of fighting. I have studied various martial art styles while continuing to train in a style that I’ve already mastered in. I have acquired deadly techniques that can break a man’s body in rapid succession. My mind is sharp, clear, and cannot be touched. Fact is, no amount of mind games or psychology work will faze me in the slightest. You could think of me as an evil version of Batman; one of the greatest martial artists in the world, his physical and mental peak honed to perfection. The difference is that I’m not hiding behind anything; I’m the real deal. My face is well-known to the public, whether it’s through my underground fighting or the history I’ve made in my previous federation. Even while I was away, people still followed me. They were anxious, curious to what I was up to. But I wasn’t about to let them know of my plans…not now anyway.

You would think that I’m nervous, because I haven’t been in the ring for a long period of time. You would also think that I’m scared of the new competition around this new place that I intend to dominate and take over for my selfish gain. On both accounts, you’d be dead wrong. For starters, in the last two years, I continued to fight after I recovered from my broken ankle. I have fought and proven myself against countless men who thought I was nothing but a joke, unable to handle their style. I proved them all wrong and have earned their respect, not to mention their fear. Today, the world recognizes me as a global threat, unable to contain fury within. Now that I’m here in this strange place, the Sin City Wrestling organization, I’m going to expand my territory. What you saw last week was a taste of things to come, in fact. Goth sensed the danger of letting me live and ran away like the coward he has truly become while I destroyed JC Bloodstone in the process. Like the rest of my opponents, every single man and woman within the SCW will grow to fear my name and my reputation. Women from all over the world will want me, including all these pathetic women that believe to know better than I do, and men will come to be jealous of what I have achieved. I am everything that a man aspires himself to be, a man that is truly confident of his abilities. Soon, I’m going to be the best thing to ever happen in the SCW, and eventually, even its leaders will have no choice but to bow down to me and give me whatever the fucking hell I want. And even if they don’t give it to me? No problem! What I want, I take, without any hesitation. The world is mine and I intend to do what’s necessary for me and me alone…and my girl as well.

In the meantime, I’m training. Back at my home in Detroit, taking on training partners inside my ring, in the mansion that I had a team build from the ground-up. It took awhile, while I was away, but it evolved into my home, property that cannot be bought. In any case, I execute a flurry of acrobatics and kicks that send my partners hurling into oblivion, lying around in agony. I’m not in the mood to play games while I’m training; it’ something I’m obsessed about, because a good champion needs to keep themselves in shape at all times. Physical conditioning is something I always keep in mind, no matter where I go. But I had to think of my match and it was something that Ariel, the love of my life, made me think of it as she approached the ring.

My love, you’ve been booked in the main event for your debut.

I turned around, breathing heavily from the exertions. I climbed out of the ring, with purpose, leaving my training partners behind as I grabbed a towel and wiped off the sweat from my face.

Against who?

Three men. Spike Staggs, Jordan “P.S.” Williams, and Wyatt Peterson. You won’t be alone in this fight though.

A slow growl escaped my lips as I threw the towel aside, looked at Ariel, and sighed heavily.

I don’t need any of these worthless fools to watch my back. Who did they team me up with?

Nick Jones and Casey Williams.

My mood changed from anger to laughter. I could barely contain it. I suppose they wanted to give me a fighting chance, but I’ve fought multiple, dangerous men in my time as an underground fighter. Why set these pack of fools to back me up when I’m all the army that’s ever needed?

I’ll deal with them all when next week approaches. Did any of them show their faces on the air yet?

Spike and Casey have done so and I don’t think either man is intimidating in the slightest, Kain. In fact, I don’t think you’ll have much of a problem dealing with them.

It’s not a problem. Leave it to me.

I stepped aside and walked past her, giving her a quick kiss on the lips. Normally, any man that tried to do that would end up in the hospital. But she saw something different in me years ago and hasn’t left my side since. Ariel is the only companion that will forever be in my world. But now is not the time to think about her, although she’s in the back of my mind. It’s my debut and I’m going to be making the biggest impact that the world has ever seen…

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None of you saw me coming. None of you expected me. That’s exactly the way I wanted it. I wanted to surprise the world by taking my place within the world of wrestling once again, to show my dominance and ensure my place as an immortal. Not that I’ve already achieved that yet, because I’ve accomplished it years ago. My name is famous for the brutal beatings I’ve delivered to men who foolishly challenged me and paid the bloody price and I intend to wreck more havoc as the days, months, and years continue to unfurl before your very eyes. It’s insulting to know that Mark and his pathetic cronies believe that I am weak and helpless, so they give me aid to back me up in my fight against three worthless fools. What kind of logical thinking is that? Here I am, a former champion many times over, able to handle his affairs without the help of other pitiful weaklings by his side, and they give me more of them to deal with? Idiots! Oh well, you’re given the cards to deal with and now, I intend to take it and make it as my sole advantage in this fight that will easily be my first official victory in the halls of the SCW. When I heard the news from Ariel that you three intend to face me, I couldn’t help but grin. You three will make the biggest mistake of not just your lives, but your careers as well. I don’t need either Casey or Nick to aid me in this upcoming battle. Fact is, I’m the most dangerous entity the world has ever known; I’m so good, in fact, that not a single army, including the world’s biggest superpowers, will not be enough to take down a fighter like me! You think that’s boasting, you think I’m being overconfident, but look deep into my history and you’ll see that the facts back it up. Not a single man, woman, or child can come close to the supremacy and dominance I’ve created in my wake! Goth, as a complete chickenshit, saw that I was far more terrifying than he ever thought possible and realized how much of a mistake it was to turn his back to me and release me for his own selfish gain. JC Bloodstome? I have no remorse for that douchebag, as I made short work of him. Should men like them come at me again, they will suffer the consequences dearly and I intend to see that happen until the very end! Alas, I’m going far too ahead in the future. For now, I shall focus on the present…

Casey Williams. Just because you and I have history or that we teamed up…you want to know something, kid? It meant NOTHING to me. Fact is, Casey, you shouldn’t be torn about your pathetic situation with me, because as far as I’ve been concerned, we’ve never been allies. We’ve been enemies since the beginning and as you discovered, the hard way, I beat you down after the match, because I thought of you as worthless, as a man who really offered nothing around here. To this day, Casey, you still don’t! It’s unfortunate that you and I have to team up one more time; the thought in itself sickens my stomach. It can’t be helped, however, for they made their choice and I must abide by it. But I am not your responsibility nor do I care what happens to you in the end. All I desire is victory and if you fuck it up by any means, just know that you are in dire straits, Casey Williams. In other words, you have a bulls eye behind your back should you decide to betray me. Fact is, boy, the best thing for you to do is stay out of my way and watch how a real man conducts business in the ring. I imagine it will be painful to watch a man like me gain the win all for himself, a man that is far more intelligent and stronger that you’ll ever be in this lifetime. Like you said yourself, you already know of the pain and destruction that I cause in my wake. Consider it a history lesson that you will never forget, Casey. For now, Casey, you will do what I say and just stay the hell out of my way. I have no choice but to take matters into my hands, with or without your help. A true man, Casey, doesn’t need the help of anyone to win his own battles. Also, it’s hard to trust a man like you, especially someone who walked out on his own tag-partner. It’s not surprising, really; in a world like this, it’s every man for himself. I understand that mentality better than anyone else could ever fathom in their mind. I scratched and clawed my way to the top, all on my own, and I have no problems paying my dues on the battlefield once again. Only this time, it’s all done legally. So do me a favor, you worthless shit, and don’t ever tell me what to do. No man can command me, for I am my own master and will do what’s right for me. I can chose to annihilate you at anytime and I have no problem doing so. After all, domination is the name of my game, Casey Williams, so should you decide to fight me again, you’ll end up retired quicker than you can say “Uncle.” It’s THAT easy, Casey. So be a good little boy and stay out of my radar after this foolish debacle. Trust me when I tell you, Casey, it will be the best decision you ever made in your abysmal life!

Spike Staggs. That’s a nice story you told to your little daughter. Very fascinating, very interesting, but tell me something. Was that supposed to scare me? Did you want me quaking in my boots? I’ve seen men like you, completely typical, talking a big game about yourself, boasting yourself to be this monster that cannot be touched. Just because you’ve done your research about me doesn’t mean you have the entire story about me. I mean, you only know that I attack my teammates, but that didn’t happen DURING the match, did it? No. It only happened AFTER, which means that once the match was won, all bets are off. Don’t ever assume bullshit again, little boy, because you know nothing about me. I think anything is possible because I’ve already accomplished a lot of things in my lifetime, more than you could ever comprehend in that mind of yours. So I’ll tell you what; you will be creating another story, one that your daughter will be forced to watch on television. Your daughter, Eden, will see her father bloodied, beaten, and left a corpse, lying in his own blood. Your ribs will be shattered, your teeth will be knocked out of your mouth, and you will receive two shiners, one to each eye. I will be drinking in your daugther’s screams and pleas, begging me to spare your life, then deny her of that haven and break you in half, forcing you to leave the Sin City Wrestling organization behind for good. It’s nothing personal, little boy, but business instead. Then you’ll be finding out, just like how Casey did, how monstrous I have evolved in the last two years of my sabbatical, Spike. Monster Spike? Such a retarded name, if you ask me. I care less about you, what you have earned for yourself, your daughter, nothing. I only care about one thing, Spike, and that’s your destruction by my hands. You are merely an obstacle in my way and I aim to crush you at all costs. Then you’ll know, once and for all, that I am the biggest monster of them all and that I cannot be slain so easily! If you were a smart man, you should have known that I was a dominant force back then and will continue to be an evolving threat day by day. You will be the first of many victims that will look up to me, call me King, and acknowledge my greatness. All of you will!

See, I haven’t heard from the rest of my competition yet, but I’ve done my research as well. All of you have gone out to do what’s right for yourselves and earned many titles and victories in time, but just when you thought you had it all, that’s where I come in. In a match like this, where it’s really six useless, idiotic men and one man that stands tall above the rest, none of you come remotely close to my greatness. I have been thrown into hell plenty of times, whether it’s one man with brass knuckles to ten men with various weapons of their own choosing, and always came out laughing in the end. One by one, I slaughtered them all, without a second thought. Do you think this six-man tag-team match will be any different for me? Am I supposed to gaze in awe at my competition, thinking that I literally stand no chance of surviving? Boys, if that’s what you are thinking, you may as well prepare yourselves for the fight of your lives. It doesn’t matter if you are chosen to fight at my side or if you are chosen to fight against me, your lives are in my hand. I chose who I wish to see suffer and in this case, you three will be my first set of victims to grovel at my feet and be punished for your foolish decision to face me in the first place. Believe me when I tell you, none of my tag-team partners should feel safe in my presence either. While we may be “allies” in this one struggle, I intend on harming them after it’s all said and done. This six-man, tag-team match will forever change your lives and not in a good way, either. Except for me, of course, because I will be getting all the glory and earning all the spoils of this victory! So you may as well do whatever it is you morons do to make yourself as strong as you possibly can be, because once I step inside that ring, for the first time in two years, all hell will break loose and I look forward to hearing all of you scream for mercy.

For now, this is simply a warning. Next time, I intend to take things to the next level! So have fun, kids, because on January 8th, your lives will be in jeopardy. The King will arrive and all of you will bow to him for all eternity!

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