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Climax Control Archives / Time To Do What's Right...
« on: June 06, 2014, 09:45:09 PM »
 I was tired. I was covered in blood. My body ached all over.

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

What was it all for?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pussy Willows shook her head stubbornly

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Climax Control Archives / Sad Memories/Ready For War
« on: May 09, 2014, 06:54:17 PM »
 Sometimes, I don't like to think about that day. Before that day, the life that I was leading was excellent. I was happy. I was just a twelve-year old kid that was going through the motions of life. Trying to chase the hottest girl around here, cracking jokes with the boys, but making sure that I stayed on the honor roll. All I was trying to do, essentially, was survive and have a good time. It wasn't always easy, for sure, there were tough days of bullying and name-calling that I went through, but nothing to the point of getting expelled.

Then that happened. My parents...murdered in a crossfire.

That night, I returned home and saw dozens of squad cars parked in front of my home. Confused at the sight, I slowly walked towards my home. Seeing my uncle and aunt standing there in shock, my aunt crying into his shoulder. Before I could ask what was going on, my aunt saw me and rushed towards me and we hugged tightly as she tried to get the words out. Slowly, the information was revealed to me.

At first, I couldn't take it in. Like a drunk trying to go through rehab and yet having a hard time doing so, I was in denial. How could this happen to me, of all people? I didn't think of it at the time, but looking back at it now, I was only given twelve years to know my parents. Their time with me was very short and it left me in a world of pain and hurt. It was that night that everything changed for me.

I was no longer the guy that was chasing tail, keeping my grades up, or even making jokes with my buddies. That day turned out to be a day when the darkness began to envelop both my heart and soul. Eventually, I began to get into fights at my school. I lashed out at anyone that tried to get ten feet within my own personal zone. Sure, they brought in counseling to help me deal with the trauma and grief that I was experiencing at the time, but I wouldn't hear any of it. Losing my parents opened up a deep, dark hole that wouldn't close for so many years. Eventually, the good side of me began to fade away into the dust. My evil side, on the other side, was growing day by day.

Eventually, I got expelled. They tried putting me in other schools, but it didn't work. Eventually, I forgot about the only family that ever cared about me. All I cared about, from that point on, was releasing the anger that I had for my parents' death. As if it was my fault somehow. Even though I was not there at the time of the shooting, I was unable to get my parents out in danger. Long before I turned this way, my uncle and aunt kept on telling me that it wasn't my fault, that there was nothing I could have done anyway. And yet, I felt guilty. I felt guilty about the whole situation and I hated the situation because I was given enough time to know my parents more, even if it was twelve short years.

They weren't alive to see me get married to Lisa, the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. And of course, there's our children...

Alex?

The memories slowly faded away in my mind and I returned to the present. I was sitting on the edge of a bench and I looked up at Lisa for a second. I remind myself that I'm in Los Angeles, in a pool that is surrounded by the gated community that we now live. Our children are playing in the shallow end, having a blast as my wife came to my side and gave me a quick kiss on the lips.

Even if my parents are gone, I'm still reminded by their deaths and I keep on asking myself.

Would they be proud of me, despite everything I've done? Or would they hate me with the utmost intensity? Maybe someday, if there is a Heaven, I would like to go up there for myself and ask them that. But for now, my priorities lie with my children and making sure they live happy lives. Not to mention Lisa, who means the world to me. If anything happened to her...

I don't know where I would be if she was gone.

* * *

Mark? Christian? Erik? You three continue to piss me off. But don't worry; I'll be using my rage to my advantage this week.

You see, I don't like the fact that these three dumb fucks continue to throw me into a fire that I have no wish to be involved in! And yet, here I am, forced to confront three champions, one who has beaten me, the other two defeated by my hand. To make matters worse, I have no choice but to force my hatred aside and work with this man who is currently the Roulette championship. Truth is, he's only holding my belt for a limited time and I'm going to do EVERYTHING within my power to ruin his life and his career by taking back what's rightfully mine! But that will have to wait, because Simon Jones and his partner, Sean Jackson, will probably want a win as they move forward. I'm not going to let that happen. Not here. Not now!

Fact is, Simon Jones denied me a chance to go after the Heavyweight championship and chooses a worthless soul named Sean Jackson, who is apparently the ACW champion at the moment. Not that I care in the slightest, but it does offend me that I get passed over for a chump like him. See, Simon, you and I never met eye to eye on a lot of things. You pissed me off a long time ago, not just by getting LUCKY in our first encounter, but you allowed your own deluded rage to get the best of you and hit me with a chair. There is NO EXCUSES for your inappropriate behavior the second time around. While you and I managed to fend off Sean and Max and win the match last time, everything is a little bit different now, isn't it? You allowed me, Kain, The King Of Kings, to show you first-hand as to why you made the biggest mistake of your career when you passed me over for a bitch like Sean Jackson for your match. No one and I mean NO ONE can bring out the best within you like how I can and if I have to beat your sorry ass within an inch of your life to prove that fact and back it up, so be it. You are officially in the wrong place at the wrong time and believe me when I tell you, you don't want to see me this pissed. I'm like a train that's about to thunder through the tracks and destroy anyone that's within my path. You and Sean? Nothing but pathetic victims just lying there like morons, just waiting to be annihilated off the face of the Earth!

Do you know, Simon Jones, how bad I wanted the gold that's strapped around your waist? For a long time, man, a long time! Granted, I can respect the fact that you want to stand up for yourself and be the face of the company. I'll grant you that, but that position, Simon Jones, doesn't last forever, now does it? Champions, no matter what division they are in, will somehow fall. While I unfortunately am proof of this, at least I can admit this. But my legacy, my career, will forever go on because I'm someone that refuses to play by the rules. I don't care if it's Mark, Chris, Max, Erik, or anybody really. If any of the Divas come my way, Ariel has NO PROBLEM wiping them out on behalf of me and of her. Trust me, you don't want to get in my way when I want something this badly and you end up in my way. See, if I can't have your belt right now, you should be thankful, because you get to hold on to that title for a little longer. But I doubt you'll be in excellent condition by the time I'm through with you this week. I don't care who you are facing at the upcoming PPV for the heavyweight championship, because you are going to be weak and stripped of any hope and pride once the night ends.

I want you to understand something. We are not friends and we are not allies in this constant game of war. You and I will forever be enemies, whether we work together or are against each other. So do not even THINK, for a moment, that we would work well as a team. Though we were successful once, it will never happen again. Therefore, I suggest that you consider this to be a preview of a future where you and I are destined to collide for the SCW heavyweight championship. You and I are going to dance, one final time, and when we do, you are going to lose that belt and everything you've worked so hard for. I imagine that you are in a difficult position, just like myself, unable to trust Sean Jackson like how I'm unable to trust Andrew Garcia. That's going to be a MAJOR problem and this time? You won't have me by your side, so it looks like you have no choice but to carry the load of the work against Andrew and I. That's on you and if you lose? That's also on you too. Think about that, Simon Jones, before you run your pathetic mouth to me. Oh and BEFORE you bring up that stupid argument of yours, you and I had a bit of a struggle last time, so it's not like you carried my load at all. You struggled like hell to get the win, as did I, so PLEASE, DO NOT tell me that I was the weak link of that pair. You were too. You exactly didn't show that you were SCW heavyweight championship material that night either. So I suggest you do us a favor and start confronting the reality that maybe, JUST MAYBE, you aren't as good as you claim yourself to be, despite your bravado? Until then, I'll see you in the ring this week, champ. Trust me, you have NO IDEA what you have unleashed this week...until now.

Sean Jackson. Here we are again. This is going to be the second time that you and I have tangled in this mess. To be honest with you, after the first go-around, I honestly don't know why you are still here. Just because you are currently a champion from the ACW federation doesn't mean squat to me. I mean, you shouldn't be back in the minor leagues and not in the major leagues? I can possibly understand that maybe you are wanting new challenges, but maybe it's too much for you? After all, if you couldn't beat Simon Jones and I awhile back, then what chance do you have of even surviving around here? At some point, Sean, you need to give up on the idea that you are something special and just walk away from all this insanity and madness. Maybe you already figured out your life's purpose in serving that witch that's has these...plans for you. Because quite frankly, despite the beating you gave me last time, I'm not impressed by what you have to offer on the table. Nothing you can say to me will convince me otherwise, Sean. Not your so-called title, not your reputation, nothing in the world will make me look at you and go "Yeah, he's the real deal." You aren't the real deal, even if you are a champion in other federation.

The way I look at things right now, this is nothing but business. Business that requires a goal to be met and that goal, Sean, is to win by any costs. Now, I'm sure that, just like last, you're going to give me everything you got. I'm fine with that, but know this; it doesn't matter what you do, I'll be the one walking out of that ring with a victory. A victory that's going to cost more than what you lost previously, Sean. If you still want to stay in the wrestling business, then I suggest you crawl back to that hole that made you champion and never return. But you wouldn't want to do that without your mistress's approval, don't you? I'm glad I don't have to take orders from any single human being on the planet. I do what I want, when I please, without a care in the world! The only thing that keeps me going is the love that I have for my family, which is something I'm going to be cherishing and love in the days to come. But when I'm in the ring? Love? It's completely foreign to me, Sean. I don't understand the word, unless it's all about fighting and me punishing someone for whatever reason allows me the legit excuse to do so. I honestly have NO PROBLEM, Sean, in hurting you once again. Why? Like I said; business. You, just like Simon Jones, are in my way. That's why I don't serve anyone, that's why I'm not a part of any organization with their own agendas. I've been on the one side that I trust the most and that's MINE! So do yourself a favor, Sean...when Andrew and I kick both of your sorry asses and leave you lying in a pool of your blood, just remember; you don't belong here. Never have, never will.

As far as I'm concerned, after this, I'm done with tag-team action. The last time I was successful at the gig was with Lucian Frost, when we formed Blood Omen. That team, as of right now, is dead. I have nothing to gain from being involved in tag-team competition. Sooner or later, Mark, Erik, and Christian will come to realize, like I did eons ago, that I was suited for the singles competition and that I'm destined to become the next the SCW Heavyweight champion! But since I can't have that right now, I may as well go for the next best thing; the SCW Roulette championship. Andrew Garcia, let me make this loud and clear to you; I'll do everything to set my differences aside so that we can work together to get the job done. But it's going to be hard and once we win, all bets are off. I'm going to get my revenge for you attempting to choke me out the last time we encountered each other in the ring. More importantly, in two weeks' time, I'm going to destroy the so-called badass that you claim to me and take back MY SCW Roulette championship belt! After all, IT IS MINE, you know? For now, Simon Jones and Sean Jackson will encounter the two of us and we have no choice but to make the odds favor for the two of us. Let's get this done, Andrew. If you don't do your job well, then you've simply given me another reason for me to kick your sorry ass more and more. So do me a favor, KID, polish that belt really nice and shiny, because after we take care of business, I'm gunning after you!

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

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Climax Control Archives / Flashback/War
« on: April 25, 2014, 11:16:37 PM »
 <COLOR=orange>Flashback
Two weeks after My Bloody Valentine

Alex, stop!

She was visibly upset and depressed as I threw vases and glasses on the walls of the living room in Detroit, Illinois. The kids were crying, unable to make out what’s going on between Lisa and I. We were fighting these days, trying to keep it together. But it just wasn’t working. For the first time that I can remember, Ariel and I finally had enough of each other. I was enraged after I left My Bloody Valentine, having to give up for my family. But as Alex Grayson, I became selfish about my pursuit and I disliked Lisa for it.

NO! I won’t!

I punched my fist into one of the walls and then turned to face Lisa.

Why now?! Don’t you see how important that was to me? And I got Max Burke cursing me out like a dog after I left! I’m humiliated and embarrassed by all this! I had to give something very important to me for YOU!

Alex, stop and think! You’re the one that decided to commit to this whole process! Look, I didn’t want to lose you, but what choice do I have?

My eyes glowed with fury.

Not when everything was on the line! You just had to pick up and leave everything behind, didn’t you? DIDN’T YOU????

I started towards her and she immediately backs away, her eyes shining with fear. I had no idea how far I can go with my anger until this point. This has been nothing but a boiling point. I stopped in my steps, breathing heavily. Then I finally realized what happened. Alex Grayson, the pitiful, poor boy that lost his parents at such a young age, finally came out of the darkness and revealed himself to his wife. Though Lisa knew what happened, she never thought that my anger would be at such an all-time high. Until tonight.

She shook her head back and forth, in shock and awe of what just transpired. She turned and walked away. My eyes were streaming down tears to my cheeks as I realized my mistake, little soldiers falling down a hill, taking their last breaths upon this Earth.

Wait, Lisa! Stop!

But she was too fast for me. Gathering our children up in her arms, she walked out of the rush as I tried to go after her. But by the time I reached for the door, she shut it behind her with brute force. I stood there, unable to continue my trek to stop her. The wheels of our beloved red Mustang flared to life and she drove off in the darkness. I got onto my knees, with my head held in my hands, and sobbed like a little girl that got her precious doll stolen from a group of young bullies.

As Kain, I was unbroken. But as Alex Grayson, I was broken. With nothing to show for it...

---  

The SCW Heavyweight championship. This is exactly where I needed to be. The Roulette title is a belt that unfortunately eluded my grasp when I faced off against Brother Grimm, a man that got completely lucky in his quest to keep the dream alive for him. No matter. I'll deal with him once again at some point down the road and my score with him will be settled on my own terms. For now, I must continue this path and stay focused on the real prize ahead - the SCW heavyweight championship belt around my waist for the first time in my career!

Unfortunately, this is nothing more but a mere preview of things to come, as I've been booked to deal with an old nemesis that has given me trouble in the past, along with a new rival that I've heard stories about, but nothing more or less. To make matters worse, I'm stuck with a partner that's actually the SCW Heavyweight Champion right now and that alone makes me seethe with rage. I HATE tag-team matches a lot of the time, due to former partners backstabbing me or not doing their job correctly. The only one, in fact, that has been good at watching my back was Lucian Frost and he's gone now, tagging with someone else and is currently one half of the tag-team champions yet again. Good for him, but not good for me, since Simon Jones is yet ANOTHER rival of mine that has beaten me before. Whether it's out of luck or a complete fluke, I cannot say. But today is a new day for me and I intend to make the most of it, especially now that I've returned with a better grasp on the overall situation. Let's face it, when I left, things began to change around here and although I watched it all unfold from the shadows, I didn't think it would cause a lot of impact on me. Now it has, for new stables were created, new champions were made, and even new men and women have stepped into this organization and began their careers. The Divas will obviously be left alone, unless if Ariel wants a piece of the action for that Bombshell title, so it's up to me to challenge the rest of the male lockeroom for the right to be the next SCW heavyweight champion. So it is written, so shall it be. Thus, I know exactly what to do and how to handle things on a better level. Kain isn't just a stage persona to amuse or delight the fans; he's a real, living monster that is ready to kick ass and take names, no matter WHO it is!

It all begins now, my renewed assault on those who dare to step in my way of achieving that sole dream. One of those clueless, unfortunate men is Max Burke, a man who has been a thorn in my side ever since we clashed so long ago. Unfortunately for him, he has given me plenty of ammunition to reload in my gun and fire back with rapid accuracy. How is that possible, if we haven't spoken? Truth is, after I bowed out of the SCW Heavyweight championship match in My Bloody Valentine, this worthless soul decided to kick an honest man down when the opportunity presented itself. That's how he given me the power to strike back, for he was and still is a fool to open his mouth and cause trouble on his own behalf. Thanks to him, I'll be returning him the favor with what I always know to be the best weapon to rely on each and every time...

The truth.

First off, Max Burke, what I did was not what you called to be a "bullshit propaganda." I used to be just like you; I used to think that the world owes me everything and that it should have been handed to me on a silver platter. But I've changed! Can't you see that by this point? I now have a family to look after and in order to do so, I must keep on going and continue to do everything I can to WIN. Not that my latest effort ended with victory, you can ask Brother Grimm on that, but in truth, that's what motivates me to keep going here. I mean, look at you! What exactly do you have going on now? Last I saw, you are part of a stable, one that I feel is untrustworthy and unreliable. Where does that exactly accomplish anything? See, I never understood that concept; strength in numbers. Sure, the more people you have by your side, the better chances of winning, but I'd like to think it's more honorable to handle the situations thrown at you in life alone or with a few people you trust. But the way Hot Stuff International has been handling things of late, I wouldn't DARE trust anyone in that group with anything in my life. That was your first mistake and that, you worthless shit, is a bullshit propaganda that's just waiting to explode like a ticking time bomb! But hey, go ahead, ignore me now and go on your way, but don't cry to me when it backfires on you and someone within that group, say...Mark Ward (a man who I don't trust or like at all), betrays you and feeds you to the wolf. But hey, it's your problem, right? That being said, my family came first and unless you had a real family to be bothered about, you wouldn't have a CLUE on how to do things correctly! All you care about is your obsession about being the best and while that's a good thing, it will lead to your downfall. Our match will begin that process, whether you like it or not!

Second point I want to discuss with you - outclassed? What exactly are you basing this out of? Sure, you beat me for the Roulette title and then retained it the next, but those days are long gone, Max. Are you hoping that somehow you'll be able to win again based on the theory that I'm a creature of habit, that I've stayed the same? Think again! Ever since I left SCW for a few months, I've stayed in top shape and I've managed to learn new tricks in my sleeve, the kind of tricks that you would NEVER see coming a mile away. That's what scares you the most, doesn't it? See, outclassing anybody, from this point on, won't be much of a problem now, I guarantee you that. Guys like Andrew Garcia, Brother Grimm, and the rest of these cats, whether I win or lose, will make them see me in a different light. The same goes for you, Max, because for this tag match specifically, I'm going to enjoy ruining any and all chances of you EVER regaining the SCW heavyweight championship. A belt that doesn't belong to you whatsoever and I'm going to be the man that's on your mind the most now. Now that I'm back, Max, it's only going to be a matter of time before I'm the one that screws you over. And speaking of screwing you over, since I did the right thing by eliminating myself from the big picture since My Bloody Valentine, shouldn't that have increased your chances of winning the belt back then? More on that in a second...

Back to the topic of screwing people over, I didn't. What I did was for my own sanity, Max Burke. How could you, of all people, understand that? No, wait, you couldn't! You let your own selfish, significant desires get in the way of seeing the big, overall picture! How dare you tell me that I screwed over everybody and how dare you tell people that I dealt with an imaginary family situation! My FAMILY means a whole lot more to me than you could possibly fathom right now. Oh, I know what you're going to use, right? You're going to use the time when you held Ariel hostage at ringside while she was pregnant and presumably laugh at the whole situation, thinking it was some sort of joke and a way to get under my skin. See, I mentioned creature of habit earlier and I'm pretty sure you'll rely on this argument to make yourself stronger. Newsflash for you, Max, but that will NEVER happen again. Now that Ariel is no longer dealing with that stage, you will NEVER harm her or my children ever again in this lifetime. I personally guarantee it. Last time, you were successful in your efforts to gain and then keep the Roulette title. But oh how times have changed now, Max Burke, and I promise you, I'm going to be the man that screws you over of every opportunity you ever wanted out of this business by putting you out of your misery here and snow, you worthless pissant!

Which brings me back to the title now, Max Burke. You puffed that mighty chest of yours, you spoke your evil mind, and you stated clearly about the REAL professionals should handle things around here. But you didn't mean Hardin, Giani, or anyone else in the office? No, Max, it was all about you! For all your boasting, you certainly showed the world that Max Burke is everything proclaimed to be! How did that go for you, by the way? You saw your moment slipping away when you were distracted with outside matters and you tried SO HARD to slide into that ring and stopped that count. But your dream perished when Giani took that away from you. You shouldn't blame me for that pathetic failure of yours; it's all on you. No one but you is responsible for your actions, Max, so maybe, JUST MAYBE you shouldn't be telling the world that I'm the one that screwed anyone over. Why even bother? Hell, I wasn't even in the BUILDING. But I'll tell you this though; I saw what happened as I was on my way back home, to resolve my "imaginary family emergency" and laughed so hard. You are a sore loser and a disgrace. Not me. I did what was right, you did what was right. The difference between you and me is that I continue to stay one step ahead of you while you continue to maybe win a few matches, here and there, but have done nothing memorable or great since I went on my sabbatical. Now? I plan on finishing it.

I plan on finishing up our rivalry and ending this story between you and me. I plan on mocking you as I tear you to pieces, from limb to limb. I'm afraid of nobody and despite the fact that you won twice against me, it doesn't change the fact that I'm dangerous. That's what frightens you the most, doesn't it Max Burke? Don't sit there and deny, that's part of the reason why you spoke that big game before the match at My Bloody Valentine started. You've been afraid of me since day one, Max. Now that I've returned, I'm going to be your worst nightmare from this point on. After I've taken you out of the equation, I'm all you're going to think about and I look forward to seeing you getting pissed, because I'll be the one to finally turn the tables on YOU! Think of this tag match as your last chance to get another win on me, because from this moment on, it will NEVER happen again. You decide to keep coming at me with these lies, these games playing, twisting the truth to suit your own agenda and purpose, and that's fine by me. Because the more you decide to lie about everything that I am and stand for, the more it's going to cost you. For any other soul out there, this could be another day in the office. But this is the main event, the one match where I can finally prove that all of my hard work and effort in returning will be proven and that I'm granted another chance in taking on Simon Jones or whoever the current SCW heavyweight champ is, at the time, so that I may finally be the man of the hour. You can't stop me, Max Burke, no matter how hard you attempt to do so!

You're not the only one to be representing Hot Stuff International. Here I have another foe to contend, someone that's new, but dark and deadly nevertheless and that's your partner, Sean Jackson, who deems himself to be the "Mental Rapist." Is that so?

See, that’s something that I’ll never believe. At first, I thought you would appear to be dangerous. After all, perhaps you are a master of mind games in the end? But it doesn’t appear that way at all. As it turns out, you are controlled by a dominatrix that enjoys suffering and pain without her having to do all the work and to me? That’s pathetic. I hate it when people decide to take over their life and control it the way they want it to. It’s like watching a BDSM couple all over again; one dominates, the other submits without any hesitation, rhyme, or reason as to why they are doing this. You tell this woman...Vanessa, right?...that you have done everything for her, but she always expects more from you, doesn’t she? How fair is that to a man? I mean, Ariel expects much out of me, but it’s not like she has invincible fingers lifting me from the skies, controlling my each and every move. That’s not how ANYONE should be living their life! Tell me, Sean Jackson, is that the way you wish to be known forever? As a little bitch being held control by another woman? I would expect most people in the world to be smarter in their choices on their lives should be run, but this is such a pitiful sight to see. Should I really be concerned about what you bring to the table in the end?  Trust me when I tell you, I have no intention of underestimating either you or Max Burke. I know what Max is capable of and I’m sure, if you get pushed big time, you’ll probably bite back harder. But is your bite worse than your bark? That’s the one question I hope to see an answer out of you in our match at Climax Control, because so far, you haven’t done a lot of the talking, except for the puppet master herself. You’re no rapist and you certainly haven’t affected my mind in any way, shape, or form, Sean Jackson. To put it simply, you won’t ever be as good as I’ll ever be nor will anyone else for that matter....

All this talk about your past, present, and future means nothing to me. None of her plans have anything to do with what I have intended for you and for the rest of the organization in the days, months, and possibly years to come. I don’t care about the things that happened in Yemen nor am I remotely interested in wars of your own past. In fact, the only war that I care about is the one that involves me in it. Every time I go into that ring, all I think about is inflicting as much suffering and pain as possible. I’m not all for gloating and talking like a tough piece of shit like how your partner is, because let’s face it, his year in 2014 hasn’t been as amazing as he proclaimed it to be. What exactly do you want to accomplish here? I’ve heard that you were a formidable opponent in previous federations that you’ve worked for, but like everyone else, your past accomplishments mean nothing to me. What exactly are you going to do to me that’s going to make you a dangerous foe to contend with? Truth is, that’s the only piece of the puzzle that’s missing out of you and I will personally solve that dilemma when we cross paths in the ring. So I hope you understand, right here, right now; I’m not afraid of you and I’m not intimidated by you, your woman, or anything you bring to the table. I’m here for one reason only; victory. Even if it means crossing paths with a guy who brought me down with a steel chair several times and having to team up with him. It’s something I NEVER wanted to do, but I have no choice in the matter. Somehow, I did manage to obtain success in tag-team action when I teamed up with the eternal rival known as Goth and with a faithful ally like Lucian Frost. So MAYBE luck will be in my favor, Sean. Maybe things will turn out to be OK and I’ll survive the odds. I always do. If anyone is a betting woman or man, they should be placing their bets on me. I’m the only one, out of this entire group Sean Jackson, that is the real threat around here. None of you, not even Simon Jones, deserve the right to be the SCW Heavyweight Champion and I’m prepared to even out the score and unleash my wrath upon anyone who dares to stand in my way. So consider yourself an unlucky soul, because I’m the one that’s going to bury you, six feet below, when it is all said and done. So go ahead, pray to your mistress, beg for her forgiveness when I cost you the match, because I highly doubt she’ll be pleased with the end result, as in Simon Jones and I emerging victorious. Nothing you say or do will hinder me from my quest to become the very best in the business once again. I intend to see our battle through to the end and there’s not a damn thing you can do it, boy!

As for Simon Jones, I’ll say this; you’re right. We don’t meet each other eye to eye. You struck me with a chair and you beat me and three others for the title a long while back. At some point, you and I are going to dance and I’m going to whip your sorry ass for the SCW Heavyweight championship. But in the meantime...like I told you on Twitter, you better do your job, because I’ll be making sure to do my job. Victory is within our grasp and I’m warning you now; if you try to screw me over at anytime, there’s not a place on Earth that you can hide from me! For now, all I care about is winning and moving on to the next stage of my career and you are the only thing that’s standing in my way of becoming the next SCW champion!

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

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Climax Control Archives / Explanations And The War Ahead
« on: April 11, 2014, 11:03:44 PM »
 To all my fans,

I owe you an explanation. For the past two months, I have been away from the world of wrestling due to one reason. My wife and my children.

If you recall, I returned to an empty home, after training in a secret area somewhere in California for two straight weeks. I was excited to tell my wife and my children that I am now properly equipped and ready to face anything that was thrown at me as I put everything on the line to become what could have possibly the next SCW heavyweight champion at the time. But no one was around and I was left dumbfounded. Searching the empty home, I discovered a single piece of paper that was left behind on my former home (you heard me, former home).

I opened up the letter and read the contents that were written on it. To say that I was in shock is an understatement at least! My wife told me, in no uncertain terms, that I must choose either our family or wrestling. That night, I sat on a couch and cried for hours, like a little baby. All that training and preparation! Why couldn't she understand how important the title was to me and how it could better our lives? Becoming a professional wrestler was something I wanted to be my whole life! Why now?

For the next three days, I wallowed in my own misery. I continued to stay in excellent shape, however, and did not neglect my training in the gym. However, my mental state is a completely different story. Without the love of my life and my four children, Arthur, Rose, Cecil, and Lydia by my side, life would be meaningless. At the same time, there was a championship match at stake and I had an obligation to fulfill for not just Mark Ward, Christian Underwood, and Eric Staggs, but to all the fans that paid with their hard-earned money to see me fight for the biggest prize of them all.

My heart was torn apart, that one question lingering in my mind in those three days. Should I continue on with my quest for glory and leave the best thing to ever happen to me or should I chose to surrender myself to love and kindness and take myself out of the SCW heavyweight title picture for now?

In the end, my decision was made for me.

I found out that she flew to New York City to be with family, so I took the next flight possible on the fourth day, landed sometime that afternoon, and immediately went to her home. I knocked three times and she opened the door. She saw the tears in my eyes and realized that I was completely devastated and heartbroken, but also realized that I made a tremendous sacrifice to be with her.

She hugged me tightly and we kissed harder than ever before. I told her that I would never leave her again and that my family meant everything to me. She smiled and said "I know. I cannot live my life without you either."

With that out of the way, it was only a matter of time before I spoke to Mark Ward and Christian Underwood, along with Eric Staggs. I headed up to their offices a few days before the major PPV and spoke with them in private. I told them that I needed a long leave of absence. Not because I was afraid of anybody around here and certainly not because I no longer possessed the fire to compete with anyone around here, but because I needed to be both a good father and husband to my family. Coming into this meeting, I knew that they would be disappointed and they confirmed my suspicions when they acknowledged that fact loudly. However, they understood and gave me all the time I needed.

The last thing I needed to do was speak to the fans one more time and let them know why I would not be involved with the title match that night. They too, like the bosses, would be disappointed, but gave me a standing ovation for doing the right thing in the end. Of course, Max Burke would foolishly call me a coward and a loser for walking away on it all, but I'll address him some other time. He will be dealt with in the future, I assure you!

After that night, Lisa, aka Ariel, and I, Kain, also known as Alex Grayson, decided that it was time for a change. Instead of continuing to live in Detroit, Illinois, where my home used to be, we decided to move to the west coast, in sunny California. Once we made it back safely from NYC to Detroit, our first order of business was getting all of our possessions and moving them to our new home, The Oaks, a gated community. We hired movers to take everything out, haul all of it into their trucks, and started their long journey. After that, we sold our home to a billionaire for one-hundred million dollars. It was chump change to him, but the money was worth it to have! From there, we moved to The Oaks and I've been laying low ever since.

During those two months, I trained very hard and studied from various masters so that I can stay on top of form with everything. I also played with my children and stayed home often with my wife, because that's where I needed to be at this point. It also didn't hurt to finally have my biography, The Life Of A king, published for the whole world to see. Within 72 hours of release, it sold over 200 million copies all over the world and has been translated into various languages all across the globe. From those sales, I got the good feeling that my fans were missing me greatly and were hoping for my return to happen someday.

My wife finally couldn't stand it. She couldn't stand the sight of me being home way too often when the call of the ring came to me so often. She hated the fact that I couldn't do what I love because I chose her over my profession. She decided to have a sit down conversation with near the end of my two month-absence.

One night, when I came home from a grueling training session at Gold's Gym in Venice Beach, CA, I saw my wife sitting down on the table, her elbows propped on it, looking downward as she was in deep thought. I made my footsteps louder as she heard them and faced me. She slowly stood up, took me down to a seat right next to her, and she began crying genuinely. I asked her what was wrong and she told me that she wanted me to go back to the Sin City Wrestling organization. She said that she knew, all this time, that I wanted to be part of the ring, yet I made a tremendous sacrifice and chose her over my career. What woman, she asked, would do that to her man by taking away something that he was completely passionate about? Sure, she wanted the family man to be with her and her family without risking any injury or permanent death, but she knew that I could take care of herself.

I was shocked! So I took her hands in mine and asked her if this is what she really wanted. She nodded. So I told her that I would make sure to visit the kids after I'm done with my events so that I can spend them with them as much as I could. We struck a bargain and the rest, as they say, is history...

But I suppose a little more explanation is warranted for the next step of the plan. I knew that I had to speak with Mark, Chris, and Eric on how to put me into the thick of things once more. I wasn't surprised when they told me that they had an idea and once they informed me of it, I immediately accepted the offer. Then it was really just a matter of waiting until Blaze Of Glory III to reveal myself and let the cat out of the bag. Finally, all I had to do was stay focused on the job at hand and eliminate everyone involved in the match. I accomplished my goal and have safely secured myself as the #1 contender to Brother Grimm's current title, the SCW Roulette championship belt. I look forward to decimating him and bringing the title back to where it truly belongs!

No one will ever be safe again!

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Kain: Days. Weeks. Months. This was the moment I've been truly waiting for, Brother Grimm.

The sun was shining as Kain was sitting down on a bench at a park somewhere in Los Angeles. There were people around him, of course, but no one really paid that much attention to him, except for the kids and parents that stood at a distance, the kids shouting out his name. He waved at them briefly before focusing his gaze on the camera.

Kain: I know that a few months ago, you and I tangled in a battle and I emerged victorious. You probably didn't like me for that at all and I could possibly care less. Since I returned, I intend to make my mark known here and now and I intend to deliver a strong message to everyone watching the main event at Climax Control that I'm back and stronger than before. You, my unfortunate, worthless peon, will be a stepping stone as I eliminate you from this powerful game and take back the SCW Roulette title. It is only fitting that a King Of Kings holds it in his hands, don't you think?

The King Of Kings looked up briefly and saw a pack of birds overhead to the east. He smiled and looked back on the camera once more.

Kain: I imagine that you want to be those birds, don't you? You don't want to really face me in the end, Grimm, all you want to do is fly away and never come back. See, that would be fine by me, because the truth is, only the strong survive and the weak are left to perish, such as yourself. You've been dreading this moment ever since I defeated you back then, aren't you? You, the man that speaks of incoherent madness and insanity, have found yourself in a place that literally has no escape. Once I enter that ring and stare at you directly in the eye, what kind of chance do you exactly believe to have? I'll tell you the answer - NONE! So you may as well give up on this foolish quest to stay on as the reigning SCW roulette champion and hand it over to me nice or easy. You don't? I'll make your night an extremely long and painful one until you are ready to tap like the little bitch you are...or just stay down on the ground, unmoving, as I get the pin...1....2....!

He gestures the numbers with one finger raised up each. He sits forwards a bit and then stands up, slowly walking into the crowd for a little bit, blending himself with the environment until he resurfaces. Standing nearby a gate that leads to a block within the city, he folds his arms and faces the camera once more.

Kain: The way I've looked at it, Brother Grimm, you and I are entangled in the main event, which means that we have to give a good show that the fans will never forget! But the truth is, I don't want to just give them a good show; I'm here to prove that my courage, determination, and power is all I need to be the best around here. You are an excellent example to showcase my new skills in the ring. That's why, at Climax Control, I'm going to enjoy every second of my time with you in the ring. I'm going to smash your bones, break your knees, bust up your face, and injure your throat to the point of where you can't talk. You don't get it, do you? I'm going to make you SUFFER in all this glorious chaos! Sure, there's Roulette rules involved, but I guarantee you, I'll gladly break all the rules to get where I need to go, Brother Grimm. After I destroy you, all other challengers will more than certainly be intimated by what I can now do. Max Burke, Andrew Garcia, Simon Jones, all of these idiots thought they had a chance in beating me again or possibly might for the first time are in for the fight of their lives! Do not doubt my word, Brother Grimm. Our last encounter proved as much, didn't it? Of course it did! Otherwise, I wouldn't be hearing the trembling of your boots all the way out here! It's only a matter of time before your clock gets cleaned from post to post! Are you afraid of that, Brother Grimm? Are you afraid of the fact that I'm going to be taking everything away from you and forcing you to either start from scratch or be permanently injured for the rest of your life? Trust me, neither outcome will please you and you don't what? I don't care!

Shaking his head back and forth, he feels his shorts being tugged and he looks down. He sees a little girl that is holding a picture of him in his glory days at AWA. He kneels down, smiles, signs the autograph and hugs the little girl. She couldn't be more excited as she rushed to her parents, who nodded at me with their thanks. I returned the nod, then stepped outside of the gate.

Kain: This is part of the reason why I am here, Brother Grimm. I'm here to steal the show each and every time for my fans. Can you not say the same for yourself? Can you not feel the rush and adrenaline that flows through you when the crowd either cheers or boos you? I know it does every time I step into the ring and it keeps me alive! It is the greatest feeling possible and I look forward to hearing it resound with greater clarity as I kick your ass from post to post! You made my job a lot easier, in fact, now that the SCW Roulette title is on the line! Understand something, I'm not going to be having kid gloves on; I'm going to throw the rulebook out of the window and make you my bitch for the entire night until I'm done with your rotting carcass! Just take a look at the clash I just had with Andrew Garcia, a sore loser that's probably going to ask me for another rematch with me, just because he couldn't stand the fact that I kicked his ass THAT EASILY! And I know the same will be for you, Brother Grimm, because you can't stand seeing me or even possibly holding the damn belt! This match is going to cost you everything and I'm so happy to oblige and do what I do best in that ring. I hold NOTHING back and I make sure that nothing stands in my way of accomplishing dreams like this! I'm going to be the next SCW Roulette champion after it's all said and done, Brother Grimm!

He turns away from the camera, then gets into his car and speeds off into the road as the camera slowly, but surely fades to black.

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Climax Control Archives / Short, but sweet
« on: January 03, 2014, 11:37:18 PM »
 Who?

My wife, Ariel, handed me a folder quickly before returning her attention to our children, Arthur and Rose, who were on the swings in a playground about two miles from our home in Detroit, Illinois. Cecil and Lydia were on the strollers, sleeping peacefully. There were a ton of other kids and their parents were with them, but the cameras were solely focused on us and I had no problem with that.

After all, I am one of the biggest stars of the SCW, if not THE BIGGEST star to ever happen, so of course it has to be on me!

In any case, I opened up the folder and scanned the biography of this new kid that I'm booked to face. Unfortunately, the info that was attached to the dossier left me little to go on. An upstart kid that feels cocky? I've dealt with a bunch of kids like that in my life, from my days in the underground ring to now, so what makes him any special? And just because he's acquired a championship belt or two from a previous fed doesn't mean jackshit to me!

I handed back the dossier to her and shook my head in disgust.

Great. Another loser that I have to deal with. If that's the best Mark Ward and Christian Underwood can cook up for a future SCW heavyweight champion in the making, then that's seriously disappointing. No matter. Eric Steel will be dealt with and crushed in a moment's notice.

She nodded to me once and our children came to us, hugging us with pure delight. Besides wrestling and fighting? This is what life is all about...!

* * *

The Diary Of The King
Entry #2
January 1st, 2014

My name is Alex. I'm known as Kain, The King Of Kings, and within this diary is a chronicle of my thoughts on anything and everything that I chose to speak about.

Today, I have the need to write of a passion that cannot be overlooked. My love for fighting.

There is no doubt, within my mind, that this is the one art that I truly live for in my life. It has helped me gained a measure of self-confidence and belief beyond all measure. It has helped me become financially independent to the point of where I will NEVER have to worry about making ends money by taking out coins from a piggy bank. It has helped me to gain a further understanding of myself and my abilities as I continue to pave the way for wrestling altogether and ensuring great success as I move onward and into the stars as I attempt to realize my dreams in full. There's not a single man, woman, or child that could stop me at this point. Despite what Simon Jones did to me at the very end, I was right; his downfall lead to my victory. That's all I have to say about that piece of shit, for he did nothing but a great service for me. He easily gave me a championship opportunity and although I intensely dislike the fact that he beat down on me for NO REASON, it matters not in the end. A win is a win and I continue to become better and better at what I love; fighting. I gave guys like Simon Jones, Mark Ward, Casey Williams, Goth, all these nimrods the fight of their life, win or lose, and I walk away as the victor sometimes, other times I lose. That's how the game goes, but since I'm on a high momentum, I decided that it cannot be stopped. I cannot turn back now. This is my moment and if anyone tries to stop me, all it will get them is a severe taste of punishment!

So when I discover that it's a new guy named Eric Steel, a man that just barely started here, I can't help but wonder about the possibilities. Will he one of the few that somehow gets lucky to win? Or will he be one of the many foes that I get to easily stomp on my way to everlasting greatness? To be honest, I already know the answer; it's the latter. It's not a matter of being cocky or arrogant, unlike how someone else claims to be in his own biography. It's a matter of supreme confidence that just overflows through me, mentally, emotionally, and DEFINITELY physically. I know that you have to bring your kind of trash talk to the world just yet, but I'm pretty convinced that it will mostly be the same from you. And I hope that doesn't become a huge problem to you, because you're going to need all the help you can get to defeat someone like me. To you, you'll believe me to be an enemy. That's fine by me; no matter who I step into the ring with, I will always view them AS my enemy, Eric Steel.

Why am I even facing you at this point? Granted, you're a new challenge and I thrive on it and get even a little excited over it, but really? I was granted another step close to the big time and to challenge Giani for the SCW title and instead of being given what I earned, it's a slap to the face! I'm supposed to be the guy that's supposed to be headlining the next show or the next pay-per-view, whatever that may be, and this happens?! Ridiculous! 2014 is supposed to start off with a BANG and instead, it starts off with a DUD! There's simply no other way to explain my current frustration other than the fact that the guy that kicked Simon Jones's ass and received an inexcusable beating for it is the same guy that has to deal with a punk that carries little to no reputation around here. I'm dead serious! So in order to get to where I want to go, I have to kick your ass in Laughlin, Neveda, and walk away knowing that I got the job done. That's fine. I can do the job JUST FINE.

You want to take me on and show the world what you got? Go for it. But in the end, like a lot of the miserable cats that bit more than they could chew, they failed. They failed to destroy me. I don't care if I lose matches every now and then, Eric. Do you want to know WHY that is? It's very simple; I always get back up, because I REFUSE to let my enemies get the best of me in any way, shape, or form. That's why I have earned the amount of respect that I had to fight for, Eric Steel, and if that means forcing that respect out of you from your throat to every broken bone in your body, so be it. You're going to understand, the hard way, as to exactly what it is I am perfectly capable of, Eric, and that's setting the gold standard of fighting and, if need be, wrestling. I'm no God Of Wrestling, because I haven't earned that title yet. But I am the King Of Kings and that's a title that I have earned and I look forward to revealing exactly why I'm truly that gifted in the ring, Eric.

You've been warned....

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

So let it be written...so let it be done!

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Climax Control Archives / Disappointed - Journal Entry #1
« on: December 20, 2013, 11:40:16 PM »
 The Walt Disney World Resort. Orlando, Florida.

I couldn't help but smile as I watched my kids, Arthur, Rose, Cecil, and Sarah gaze in awe at their surroundings. Cameras from the SCW were allowed to capture our every move as my kids tried to take in the sights of the Magic Kingdon Park, as Ariel and I stood behind them. I'm using the week off to let my scars heal from the deadly battle that took place between Damien and I not too long ago and to spend time with my family while trying to clear my head. Families nearby either gave us a quick glance and moved away from us, but a lot of people, on the other hand, instantly recognized my name and called out my name as I responded with a smile and wave.

For today, I wanted to be left alone, but I was given no choice a few times. I didn't mind it though; taking the time to do autographs and pictures is fine for a short while. However, the fans noticed that since my family was nearby, they were kind enough to give me my space and to let me be. I'm grateful to them for that. After they departed though, while I enjoyed the company of my wife and kids, who wanted to go on every single ride, my head was somewhere else altogether. In truth, Damien Kingston was simply at the right place at the right time. It angers me that he got the best of me. I swear, however, that the result will be a different one in the end. I don't care if he becomes champion or not, because either way, his career DIES by my hand. Things won't work out the way for him last time!

My wife could see the gears in my head turn as my kids approached Mickey Mouse, the mascot, and he knelt towards them as they hugged him like a child to a teddy bear, as hard as they could. It was hard to hear outside, due to the amount of noise rising at an increasing level, but Ariel's whisper was loud enough in my ear for me to hear clearly, as the sunny skies blanketed us as the cool, breezy wind passed through our bodies like ghosts coming into and out of bodies within seconds.

Damien?

I nodded to her slowly.

Who else? It bothers me that the match didn't turn out the way I wanted it to, Lisa. I just hope that I'm given another shot at him in the future, because what he and I did in the ring may have been incredible to those that witnessed it to the outside, but it just isn't enough. I'm going to win the war and beat him within an inch of his life!

I didn't say those words out loud, for only Ariel could hear them. She knew how important that rivalry meant to me and wanted to see me achieve victory in the near future. Mickey Mouse, the mascot that is, invited us over. Ending our conversation, we went over to him and I got on to one knee, hugging all three of my children. It reminds me of the main reason of why I'm currently fighting in the SCW; to provide a living for them and to make sure they live in a world that's secure and peaceful for them. Of course, that's not to say it will be a walk in the park; like me, they will face great challenges and plenty of obstacles will be in their way, but like me, they will find a way to succeed on their own terms.

Mickey Mouse waved goodbye and moved away from us as I stood up and looked at the sky briefly. I know that Simon Jones awaits me, but I don't like the fact that he had to send a messenger of sorts to convey his thoughts to me, in a sense that is. Why would anyone, in their right mind, do that? I know that Simon Jones is all about protecting his family from the recent events that Casey Williams set in motion, but I care less about it. I care more about what's in store for me AFTER Simon Jones and what it will take, out of everything that I have, to wipe the slate clean and forge on. To bigger and better things. Simon Jones, in the long run, means NOTHING to me. The championship opportunity is once again in my lap and once I take him out of the picture, I can hopefully be a shining reminder, to everyone in the locker room, that I'm not a joke to contend with.

Arthur: Daddy! Daddy!

My head turned downward and my eyes met my first son as I picked him up, as Ariel placed Arthur, Cecil, and Rose back in their seats. Together, as a family, as one, we walked off and headed into the crowd, the cameras now having a hard time in catching up and decided to fade out for a short while.

* * *

The King's Diary
Journal Entry #1
December 20th, 2013

To those that open up this book and devour its contents, my name is Alex, but in the ring, I am known as Kain, The King Of Kings, and this is my sole testament of the truth, the whole truth, and nothing BUT the truth!

This will be the first of many journal entries, in which my thoughts and philosophies will be chronicled from within. I have a feeling that this book will be of rare value to the public once I finally pass away from the Earth, so this book will not be use for private purposes. On top of that, whoever possess the book in the end will ultimately discover the deep, hidden truths, doubts, and criticisms that I hold for any enemy I either chose to deal with or am forced to take on without a choice handed to me. For example, the man that I'm about to face once again, Simon Jones, will be my guinea pig for this experiment, as I attempt to dissolve him and his arguments and show him who is the true badass around here. Certainly, it ain't the man that I'm going to be facing soon, this Simon Jones, a man whose mind has apparently been fractured and distracted by a weakling such as Casey Williams, a man who bears no significance to my career, yet will be spoken little about in this first journal entry.

To begin with, I cannot help but be at a loss of words...and disappointed.

Knowing how Simon Jones functioned previously, I was hoping to hear directly from the man himself. But that event alone has changed, for a new man, one that I've never seen before, decides to appear on the camera for the first time on Sin City Wrestling. That enrages me to the point of where my blood begins to boil. This new character, Jason O'Neil, crawls out of the shadows and sits down in what appears to be a pub, drinking some Guisness and babbling on about his own history with Simon and shortly speaking about as to WHY Simon didn't appear on camera in the first place and has, thus, been entrusted enough to the point of where had to make comments against me as Simon's representative.

That's pathetic. Cowardly, if you ask me. For every wrestling fracas I've participated in, I've always made sure to let the entire world hear my voice from my own body and soul, each and every week. It doesn't matter how pissed off I am about outside affairs that have little or no involvement with wrestling or fighting or what kind of mindset I'm in. The least that I can do, for my opponents, is appear on camera and do EVERYTHING within my power to strike them down like Zeus with a lightning bolt! Simon Jones should have done the same thing; he should have at least given a few minutes of his time to speak on his own behalf, the let the entire world know that he's going to kick my ass and he's going to earn a championship gold. What do I get instead? A different man that sounds and looks intelligent, yet should have never taken the job in the first place. After all, this isn't Jason O'Neil's battle in the first place, its Simon Jones that has to be the chosen one to take me down. All you did, Simon, was waste all of that airtime by having another man do YOUR dirty work. Do you really expect me to take everything this man said on a serious basis? I doubt it! For all the talk and boasting you've done before me in the past, you had to stick the knife into my body by tucking your tail and RUN. Then you twisted that knife even before by enabling this new visage of a man to speak on your behalf. Exactly what kind of a MAN does that? Certainly not me, pal, because I'll NEVER stoop that low to have anyone speak on my behalf.

Now, in regards to Casey Williams and your current rivalry with the man. I have some disappointing for you; I could care LESS about it.

All you were trying to accomplish, through Jason O'Neil, was trying to make me feel sympathetic to your current situation. Don't even play that game with me, Simon Jones. My wife, Ariel, gets threatened and held by guys like Goth and Max Burke and although it pains me more than anything to see it, do I let it bother me to the point of where I can't focus? No. It bothers me on a personal level, but I always make sure to keep it calm, keep it real! So in a sense, I understand, but I won't let that understanding get in the way of what I have to achieve at this week's Climax Control. Forget Casey Williams, a man who did such a dastardly deed to you and your family. He means NOTHING to me in the scheme of things, Simon Jones. He's a man, Simon, whose place I've put several times already. No matter how tough he tries to be, he always fail at the biggest fights in his fragile career. I have NO DOUBT that you'll be able to attain revenge, but this isn't the time and place for it. Do you really want to know why I'm here, Simon Jones? It's because this match has given me a shot at the top prize in the business and quite frankly, I don't care who becomes champion. Doesn't matter if it's Giani De Luca or Damien Kingston, because I'm primed and ready this time and I won't let ANYONE or ANYTHING get in the way of my quest to be the top dog in the business realized once again.

That's why you are going to fail miserably in this task against me, Simon Jones, because you'll be thinking of NOTHING but Casey Williams, the man that has targeted you and your family now. I'm not him though, Simon Jones, and I never want to be! Not in a million years, pal. Do I honestly believe I have a chance in destroying you? Oh hell yes! Imagine that, Simon Jones, that you and I crossed swords in a fatal fourway for a title shot and both of us failed in it. This time, the winds have changed and you and I will dance, but this time, there's no Nick Jones or Giana De Luca to contend with! It's going to be you and me, in a confrontation that involves every one of your best attributes that we rely on in order to achieve victory. You, unfortunately, will not be the tireless eagle that soars, because I'll be the one that gladly takes out that gun and shoot him down. Not to KILL him, mind you, but to injure the bird enough to the point of where he'll never fly again. That's what I plan on doing with you Simon Jones, you worthless piece of shit. Because in the end, I care not for your plight, because your life is not mine to contend with.

Do you understand me? I have a lot of bigger fish to fry and unfortunately, for you, you are nothing but a little fish in a big pond.

Beyond that, do me a favor next time. Tell Jason O'Neil, this man who apparently respects me, to never speak on your behalf again. Next time, Simon Jones, I expect better out of a punk-ass bitch like you, a coward with no heart or soul. Most importantly, I want you to get out of that pathetic funk you're in and get your head in the game, face me like a man, and take the worst beating of your life AS ONE! I can't be holding hands with a child, guiding him through such a nefarious, dangerous job ahead of him, to tell you the truth. I have no time in wasted affairs such as these, for there are only two things in my mind; getting revenge against Damien Kingston and to win the SCW Heavyweight Championship, to finally bring it home to where it really belongs. So it all comes down to you, Simon Jones. As I write these words, I want you to digest it all like a hot cup of tea and to fully understand where I'm coming from. I'm no longer Mr. Nice Guy anymore, Simon Jones. I'm not going to be pushed around like a small kid in a playground by a bigger bully; I'm going to fight back time and again until I get WHAT I WANT and that's a dream that will finally be achieved once again!

The rest, Simon Jones, is all on your shoulders and boy am I glad to not bear them at all!

For these are the final words of this first journal entry from Kain...THE KING OF KINGS. So let it be written...so let it be done!

 

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Climax Control Archives / Another Challenge, But An Easy Rival...
« on: November 17, 2013, 09:46:15 PM »
 Two weeks ago, I was teamed up with my most hated enemy, Goth, and we took on and defeated Nick Jones and Giani De Luca in a tag-team match.

Now I'm thrown into another battle, but with an opponent that was easy to dispose of back then and will certainly dispose of once again.

After saying goodbye to my wife and children, I flew to Hollywood, California from Detroit, Michigan, my hometown. I was already told, by someone within the offices of SCW headquarters, that the bosses booked me into a match with Casey Williams, a man that I've fought on before. He's someone that I clearly dislike and have no desire to face him in the ring. Unfortunately, at least in this line of work, one cannot chose who they wish to demolish.

Seething with anger throughout the whole flight, I actually came to a conclusion as I walked into the airport at Hollywood, California. This will most likely be an easy victory for me, so I've accepted it in the end. But I couldn't think about the match, especially since this was Monday. I already knew, in fact, what I wanted to say to the poor soul that's getting in the way of my possible title shot in the next PPV, December 2 Dismember. However, I had to put it out of my mind for the time being.

All week long, I have to train and stay focused on the task ahead. That means studying up on Casey Williams, figuring out what he is up to and what his ring work is like in the present. On top of that, I have to set aside time for my brutal training regimen and I have to make sure that I eat the right foods and drink nothing but water to keep me going. After all, I have a serious reputation to keep and I cannot let any of my fans down and I certainly cannot let any of my own family members down. I've worked so hard to get to this point in my life and I still have a lot more to accomplish before I pass away from this Earth.

Casey is about to find out, once again, that I am The King Of Kings for all the right reasons!

After exiting out of the airport, I headed into a limo and the driver immediately sped off. We were on our way to the Best Western Hollywood. The ride would take us awhile, so I pulled out my PS Vita and was about to start up a game of Street Fighter X Tekken when the window before me slid down and the limo driver looked me at in the eyes.

Excuse me, sir, I'm sorry to bother you, but I had almost forgotten. Someone wanted me to give this to you. The person didn't say who they were, since they were dressed in all black from head to toe. But he handed me some cash and had me keep this so that I could give this to you.

He handed to me a small envelope. Setting the PS Vita on the seat to my right, I took it from him, thanked him, and then tore apart the envelope as the window rolled up again. Taking out the contents of the envelope, I only read a small message.

Hello Kain. Could you please do me a favor and let Mark know that I am coming? You won't know who I am just yet...or anyone else, for that matter. But tell him that I'm coming.

I re-read the message, trying to decipher who it could have came from, but that's impossible to tell. The writing was created with newspaper clippings in mind, each letter looking more different than the next. Truth is, it could either be some sick fan or a real person that's interested to see Mark Ward. The only thing I could do, at this point, is to just deliver the message and forget about the whole thing. Mark wouldn't believe if I told him what happened, so I decided to keep the envelope and letter as proof that it did happen.

Putting the letter inside my pocket, I reached over to my PS Vita and started it up.

* * *

My name is Kain. I am The King Of Kings, NOT The King Of Wrestling, although at this point in time, I may be able to rectify that. Enough about me, however, I have important things to discuss with an old rival of mine.

At first, I wasn't sure why I was booked for this match. If memory serves me well, you and I clashed in a match that was two out of three falls. We fought each other, tooth and nail, engaged each other in bloody carnage. You earned the first, but I came out on top with the last two. Therefore, you honestly have no right to be involved in my world or in my business ever again. Yet here you are, Casey Williams, crawling out of the shitty hole you appear from, already eager to get your disgusting, pathetic hands on me. The whole affair in itself is bothersome if you really sit down and think about it. After all, why now? My life is headed in a place where everything will finally come into place, while your your life is headed in a place where everything will finally go wrong for you. I mean, that's what your life has been for a long time, hasn't it? You call yourself a dominating man in another federation, but around here, you're a joke, a freaking waste of time for everyone involved, whether they are your ally or your friend. So it just puzzles me as to why Mark and Christian decided this match needed to happen.

And then it hit me like a bolt of lightning.

You see, Casey, this is the only time in my career when I'll ever praise you just this once. You are like the Ryu of SCW - you bring out the best in everyone you fight. Unfortunately, that's the greatest strength you bring to the table. In the end, everything else falls apart for you. You see, I've been watching you from the shadows. In fact, I watch my competition as best as I can, so that I can stay on top of things. That's what an amazing fighter like me does, Casey; we always study our opponents and make sure we know their strengths and weaknesses so that business can be taken care when we arrive at the chosen battlefield. Anyway, I've seen how you function for years. You clearly possess this knack of talking trash, telling people that you'll break their bones, make them feel pain like nothing before, all this stuff. Problem is, Casey, you lack the intelligence to convey yourself in a manner that's tough and threatening.  You don't make our hairs in the back of our necks stand up, you don't make us sit up and take notice of your ability as a man that exudes confidence. Try as you might, Casey, you just fail to get the job in the trash-talking department. You, my unfortunate, helpless friend, have no chance in this game. After all, you've been watching closely yourself, haven't you? Have you been watching as I decimated guys like Goth, Giani De Luca, and Nick Jones? Sooner or later, you're going to have the face the music and accept this fact; I'm better than you, in every way, shape, and form.

Now that I've slashed you to ribbons on the talking side of the "monstrous" Casey Williams, let's focus on your abilities in the ring. You remind me of Goldberg. Yes, you heard me; Goldberg. You attempt to stand straight up and walk down the ramp in a tough manner, growling and act like you're the man of the hour. You step into the ring, face your opponents, and you do everything within your power to crush their bones and break their spirits. Sometimes, Casey, you actually seem to be doing the job right, but not all the time. That's what life is all about, Casey Williams; actions speak louder than your words. I don't know if you caught on to that phenomenon this late in your journey yet, Casey, but I suggest you do it now. In fact, you'll need to do a lot of things in order to destroy a man like me (which, by the way, will never happen in a million years).

You need to stop being a broken record.

You need to be more original, more creative, more intelligent in your thoughts.

You need to show people who exactly should be the one running the show around here and that's by WINNING, NOT LOSING.

Of course, you'll never achieve those three goals in your life, Casey, and that's the saddest part of it all. One glance at your career and you turn out to be nothing more but a broken shell, a man who will be remembered as a man of wasted time and little talent.

Now, when you look at the other side and see me, I'm a totally different animal to contend with, Casey. For all your minor accomplishments and boastful pride, it is nothing like what I've achieved in my career. You think of yourself as a giant that can fling humans away like toy blocks, like me. But I'm the one human of that whole bunch, Casey, that doesn't get flung aside. He just stands there after all that rumbling you cause and laugh right back at you. I don't care if you know me inside and outside, Casey, you're going to lose this contest because I have all of my powers at the ready each and every time I step into the ring. Forget the losses I've endured, forget the pain and suffering that others have inflicted on me. To me, all of that is nothing but battle scars and I carry those scars with pride. Of course, even with all those losses, Casey, I also earn victories a lot these days. Those wins, Casey, strengthen me! They empower me! When I'm on that ride of victory, glory, and nonstop fame, I know with every fiber of my being that there's not a single person in the world that can stop me!

See, you might think of all this as mere boasting on my part. The truth is, Casey, it is exactly that and it is truth because I BACK IT UP! Granted, not all the time, but I'm a man of truth and that's why people respect me for it, Casey. You see, every battle that I've participated in has made me grown stronger. You shouldn't be looking at the surface to understand what I mean, Casey, because I'm grown from the inside as well. I'm more than capable of handling any situation that's thrown in my way. Hell, you give me an army of Casey Williams to deal with, I'll knock them all away as if I was flicking away a fly. It's that simple, Casey, and you know why? Unlike you, I'm confident. Unlike you, I'm charismatic. Unlike you, I'm tough, dangerous, and one of the best, if not THE BEST in the world. You talked about opening up some sort of wrestling career with that girl of yours, right? Trust me when I tell you, nobody would believe in a fragile, harmless man like yourself. Me? If I were to open that school, people would FLOCK to it and I would be making MILLIONS. Why? Because I am simply the best when it comes to fighting and I know everything there is to it. People would believe me and every word I say like it was the fucking Bible, Casey, and no one would dare to look at your school and go "He's better than Kain, let's go to his school and learn from him." Again, that will never happen, not in a million years, boy.

I don't want to sit here and presume on the particulars of our own futures, but I will say this.

Your destiny currently lies in the hands of Simon Jones, who I'm pretty sure is going to kick your ass. He's not going to kick my ass, that's for sure, but since you're that huge of a weakling at this point in time, he'll get the job done!

My destiny, on the other hand, lies in another championship opportunity that's awaiting me. Whether I'll be a Roulette champion or Tag-Team champion again or maybe, JUST MAYBE, for the first time in my career, I'll finally be able to take on whoever holds the SCW championship belt, destroy them and then walk away as a first-time SCW heavyweight champion in the process. I have the makings of a bold and bright future that continues to shine like the stars that guides the darkness above us all.

Casey, I want you to understand something. This may be a singles match, with rules attached to it, but I will not hesitate to put you down for the billionth time in my career and in yours. You unfortunately have a lot to prove to the world and you certainly have a long way to go before you even remotely reach my God-Like status. Yes, Casey, I said GODLIKE, because that's exactly what I believe in myself to be. A God. A demon. A man that's perfectly capable of handling his own affairs anywhere, anytime. So while I am ultimately disappointed in the upcoming fracas that's about to happen, I've completely accepted it in the end. You are, without a shadow of the doubt, one of the biggest disappointments to ever happen in the Sin City Wrestling organization and all Mark and Christian ever did was hand me an easy win, one that I'll easily take as I continue my path to greatness. Does that mean this fight will be a walk in the park? No, because I've fought you in the past and know that you can as mean and evil as they come, but this week will be my night, Casey. I'm the one that will shine in the upcoming PPV, December 2 Dismember, while you will have your hands full with one Simon Jones. But first, you have to deal with me and if you are to gain any kind of momentum, you will have to defeat me and that, my unfortunate friend, is not an easy task to accomplish. The only thing you have going for you is motivation. After all, why else are you still there? But Casey, motivation isn't enough to take on a fighter like me. I'm the most complete fighter in the world, boy, and there ain't a single man on this planet that can kill me!

So go ahead, continue being repetitive, unintelligent, and a foolish man from the start. You're going to give me everything you got, bring out the best in me, but that's all you will succeed in. When Climax Control airs this week, I'm going to be David once again taking out a bigger Goliath and proving once again, to the entire world, that I am the man of the hour and you are nothing but a insignificant, little pissant that deserves to be stepped on and crushed into many pieces!

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

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Climax Control Archives / Anger
« on: November 08, 2013, 10:00:35 AM »
 Alex! You gotta see this!

We were hanging out in the mansion on Monday evening. The kids were asleep, exhausted from the energy that they used tirelessly throughout the day. I was in the kitchen, cooking for a change. I haven't cooked in awhile, but it's a side hobby of mine and something I don't mind doing. After all, a real man does what he can for his women and children, but I was cooking something a little special for my wife and I to enjoy in the evening.

When I heard her calling my name, I set down a cooking utensil on the counter, turned off the stove, then turned around and rushed out of the kitchen. Stepping into the living room, I saw the next card being announced on SCW television. When my name appeared, along with other men, I couldn't help but flare up a bit. Why am I put back into a match with an enemy that I recently defeated? I understand two of my recent enemies being involved in the mix, but this is ridiculous!

Why?

The love of my life tried to put things into perspective for me as my eyes were still staring at the screen of my face and of the other three before it continued on with the rest of the card.

Mark and Christian see this as an opportunity for you. They know that you were beaten, but in a technical sense and want to see you redeem, so to speak.

Redeem?

We both looked into each other's eyes as she nodded. She was sitting on a one-seat lounge chair as I was standing next to her, my arms folded. I then looked out the window from my position, which was a dark sky hovering above our pool as she continued to speak.

Yeah, redeem. You want the SCW heavyweight championship, right? Anyone would KILL to be in Giani's position as the #1 contendership. I think you feel the same way and I think that Mark and Christian also believe in that too. They also want to see the furious Kain rise again, because they know you are one of their best stars in the business and maybe, in time, my love, the best thing that will ever happen for the business. After all, you do drive their merchandise sales a lot more than anyone else on the roster, Alex. You are the one that they look up to as a leader, as a professional wrestler that isn't afraid to get into the mix of things and I think they see it in you. Believe me, I don't trust Mark either after all you been through, but he's a smart businessman and he knows that you are one of the best things to happen for his company.

I turned away and spit onto the floor before locking eyes with her again.

Correction, sweetheart, I'm the best thing that ever happened to him and to SCW. In any case, I don't like the scenario. I'm forced to team up with my bitter rival, Goth, who I know paid respects to me recently, but will probably not be happy with the news once he finds out what's happening to him here. On the opposite side are Nick Jones and Giani De Luca, both men not to be underestimated, but with a bit of patience and a lot of luck, they can be defeated. I'm in no mood for games, though, but if this is something for me to prove, to "redeem", then I'm going to get the job done, with or without Goth's help.

How hard is that going to be?

I gently knelt down to my queen and gave her a passionate kiss before breaking it off

A lot harder than you think, my love.

* * *

Anger.

That's the one emotion that's coursing through my veins right now. Despite my victory against Goth at High Stakes III, I failed to live up to expectations while I was trying to claw my way to the top, hoping to gain another shot at the SCW heavyweight championship. I failed to do that, so it's on me. It's my fault, my responsibility. Even though I had prepared myself through vigorous training and was ready for battle, when it came time to deliver, I failed. And now, two weeks later, since my short absence, I have been booked in a match. I'm forced to team up with the aforementioned man that I've defeated in order to fend off the #1 contender, Giani De Luca, and a man that's been chasing the title for his own reasons, Nick Jones.

I'm not happy about this, but there is nothing I can do. The bosses see me as a guinea pig, watching with glee as I'm forced to jump out of the fire and fall into the frying pan. I honestly don't know what kind of plans they are orchestrating for me, but I will say this much; I will NOT be one of their pawns! I refuse to be part of a game where all the moves are being made for me, as If I'm a puppet on strings that can only be moved by a "God" above. Don't you pathetic peons get it? I'm the only one that decides his outcome! I'm the master of my own fate, the captain of my soul, and I will not and shall not be used as such and to be properly disposed of as such! Mark Ward and Christian Underwood, you gentlemen mark my words; I'm not playing by your rules, I'll be playing by my rules and my own terms, thank you very fucking much!

Goth...

I want to make this very clear to you from the outset. I saw your promo, the one that you recently cut in regards to our hellish conflict at High Stakes III. I want to tell you...thank you. Thank you for saying that, because even in that twisted, demented mind of yours, you have the courage to tell me and the world that I proved you wrong. I will say this; you continue to push me in every battle that is joined between the two of us and it makes me work harder and harder to find ways to ultimately defeat you. So thank you for that, you always had my respect as a competitor.

That being said, Goth, I'm not happy about this. Fact is, I was done with you! I finally put you behind me, so that I could move on to a better life and to continue pursuing my dream of becoming the next SCW champion! But Mark Ward and Christian Underwood certainly had to screw the pooch on this one, didn't they? They had to team us up, because our hatred is what keeps us apart from ever being friendly or allies. Make no mistake about it, Goth, I will NEVER be best friends with you, I will NEVER team with you in a stable or friendship! This is a deal that's unfortunately out of our hands, whether we like it or not. Mark Ward and Christain think that they would have us grasping each other's throats in order to lose and cause us to look bad on national television and I have a feeling that is a great possibility. So I'll tell you what, I'll make you a temporary deal; you watch my back, I watch yours. We get the job done as "partners", if you will, and then once we achieve victory against Giani De Luca and Nick Jones, things will be put back to normal and you and I can destroy each all we want.

I mean, that's the way things are going to be between us, aren't they? Neither one of us, no matter who trumps who in our next epic, bloody confrontation, we will never be able to settle the score. You see, even if I'm tremendously satisfied of the victory I earned over you, along with earning the right to be called the true King Of Kings in this domain and elsewhere, it just isn't enough for me. It's like Batman and the Joker, don't you think? They need each other to compliment each other's personalities, no matter how bad or good things get for each other. It's the same here, Goth; you may not like me, but you definitely need someone to continue a storied rivalry unlike anything that's ever been told in the history of professional wrestling. And to tell you the truth, I'm not going to like this whole setup; I mean, how the hell can we even co-exist, as partners, if our undying hatred flares up again? Truth is, I cannot be sure, because I don't trust you at all. I know that you are going to strike at me when the time comes, when I'm not expecting it at all. And I'm VERY SURE you are well aware of my capabilities and what I can do at this point. You know, for a FACT, that I can unleash any kind of hell on you without you being given a warning, Goth. That's how dangerous and lethal I can be in any situation. But maybe, just maybe, if you are willing to win, to achieve victory at any cost, then you have no choice but to agree to my terms, Goth.

Like I said...

You watch my back and I'll watch yours or we'll do our best as we can, Goth.

So that's something I'd like to hear from you...TEMPORARY PARTNER. How far are you will go to do this?

As far as my tag-team opposition are concerned, I have a feeling that their tag-team won't last as well as it should either. I believe, within my heart and soul, that Nick Jones and Giani De Luca will fail to cooperate with each other. It's very simple to me; it's all about the SCW championship and Nick, Goth, and I despise Giani's new position as of right now. All three of us want to tear him apart, none more so than Nick Jones, who, if I remember correctly, was the unfortunate man that got pinned like a little bitch, allowing Giani to win that honor for himself. Nick Jones, at this point? He HATES Giani! He doesn't have to be my best friend and confirm that personally to me, because I already see in his facial expressions, his emotions. Giani clearly cannot and will not trust Nick Jones to watch out for him, even if it is for their sake in winning a battle against us (which won't happen now). That's one of the many reasons why this tag-team will fail, among others.

Of course, seeing Giani here get past three men by pinning Nick Jones in a graveyard match...you know what I call that? Nothing but a fluke, a stroke of luck. He happened to be at the right place, at the right time. Well, you see, Giani, now that I have fought you, I know your tricks and I know what kind of cowardly bastard you've turned out to be. It's easy to imagine what kind of plan you'll conceive for the battle ahead; you'll probably let Nick Jones do all the lifting in the work, having him take Goth and I out and when either of us are weak or severely drained of energy, you'll probably finish one of us off with a finisher of yours, pin us, then act like you did all the hard work and, more importantly, make it feel like it was the win of your career. If that's the kind of plan you are hoping to use against us, prepared to be disappointed, because neither Goth and I are falling for that. You may have gotten lucky last time with Nick, but let me assure you, that won't happen again. While all of us were distracted, you got the victory. This time, however, I'll be heavily focused on you and Nick in this next encounter of yours and believe me when I tell you, Giani, there's no escape. You can run, of course, but you cannot hide from either one of us, because our appetite for destruction continues to run through our veins and we won't be satisfied until the job is done.

I want you to ask yourself that, Giani. What else are you going to do in a match like this? Smile your way through it, act like everything is going to work in your favor this time? Sorry, pal, but that's complete bullshit and you know it. Hell, son, I don't believe you even understand the meaning of hard work! If you did, pal, you would have been the SCW heavyweight champion by this point. Me? It's been a long road, Giani, but I'm getting there and once I defeat you (as well as Nick Jones, of course), I'll be sure to knock on Mark and Christain's office doors and tell them "Hey, look, your piece of shit #1 contender is really a pathetic shade of his former existence and is not good enough to be that guy right now. Why not place it on ME?" Also, when Goth and I emerge victorious and believe me, we will...another question arises for you. "Who or what exactly will I blame my loss on this time?" It certainly ain't going to be you, because you're a boy, not a man to me. So you will definitely place it on the blame of others just to escape the truth. That, my unfortunate friend, will be a sad and pathetic sight to behold. So if I were you, Giani, I would really get my ass in gear and be prepared for the inevitable onslaught that's headed your way, because it is not going to be pretty.

You can fire off at me by saying that I couldn't get the job done last time, that I wasn't up to your standards. In the end, Giani, it's all bullshit. Just because you won one battle doesn't mean you have won the war. Not yet. I'm going to enjoy crushing the life out of you and showing the entire world why Giani De Luca will fail to capture the gold in the end. If you can't beat me or even the SCW heavyweight champion at the tag-team championships, then there is no hope for a man like you. None at all....

And then there's Nick Jones.

"I'm not cocky, I'm just the best."

Really Nick? You've been spouting this joke of a punchline for YEARS. Back then, maybe you had some credibility to back that up. These days? None. You are too consumed by your own obsession and letting outside distractions get in the way of your future endeavors. How is it, Nick Jones, that a man of your reputation is able to fall down rapidly from the ladder of success? Am I to believe every word that is uttered from you and to take it like the Bible or something? No, Nick, I won't and I can't. Not today, not tomorrow, not ever. I used to believe that you could have been great, but ever since I clashed with you for the first time, I found out that you are EXACTLY like Giani; you'll fight in the ring, take a few, dangerous bumps, dish out the pain, but somehow find a way to win, either through a lucky fluke on your own or with the help of your idiotic entourage. If it wasn't for either factor, Nick Jones, you wouldn't be standing here today with that kind of reputation on your shoulders, would you? I didn't think so! I've been dealing with my own affairs on my own terms, Nick Jones, without anyone's help (except for my wife, but her interference is very little). Do you want to know why I'm the best SCW has to offer? It's the very simple that I cannot be destroyed entirely! You can beat me down, grind me down to the pavement, laugh and mock at me all you want, but I'll get back up and I'm going to be madder than before, then I'll proceed to beat the living shit out of you until you perish. That's how I function in a world like this, Nick Jones.  

I know of your obsession. Everyone knows it! You want to get into the thick of things once more by becoming the SCW heavyweight champion. I mean, who the hell doesn't want to if they were working for a place like this? But how is it remotely possible now when you have an ignorant, cocky partner in the form of Giani, who defeated you by getting the pin. What a shame, isn't it? You allowed a degenerate weasel to expose you exactly who you are; a man that has tunnel vision and isn't smart enough to see what's going on around him, thus letting him have the win. And that's one of the biggest problems I see in you and definitely one of the main reasons why you will fail in our match; you are going to allow your hatred of Giani De Luca rise to the fore and you'll be split in either trying to destroy us or destroy HIM! All because you envy his position, you are jealous of his position and that's why I feel it's going to be somewhat easy in taking you and Giani down. And I say "somewhat easy", because I know how tough and dangerous you can be, so this won't be a simple walk in the park. But it will be easy enough to leave you both a bloodied, broken mess and walk away. Goth and I...we are not friends, but I got a feeling that we'll set our differences aside long enough to take care of business. Everyone has something to prove here, Nick. Me? I just know that my destiny doesn't lie with the both of you, but Goth himself, since he has the SCW heavyweight championship belt now. Maybe that's where your rage and hatred should be focused on for now, isn't it? Not Giani, but again, that's going to blow up in your face and you will lose, Nick Jones.

Anger. This is the driving emotion for me at this point in time. A long time ago, I made a vow in this business. That vow was to simply go back to the top and to stay there, like how I once did back in the days of the Asylum Wrestling Alliance. Starting from this point on, I'm headed towards that goal and I'm not turning back. Mark Ward and Christian Underwood will discover, once again, that it was a foolish idea to place me in a match like this and that I should have been able to challenge Giani De Luca for the #1 contendership in the first place! For me, it isn't just winning; it's about driving the point home of who and what I am in this day and age! So Nick Jones, Giani, and even Goth himself, I suggest you prepare yourselves for the greatest show to ever walk on the Earth, because Kain will once again do battle with scum like you and he's going to once again show that he is the man of the hour and only HE is worthy of the SCW heavyweight championship in the very near future!

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

And I...HAVE SPOKEN!

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Climax Control Archives / A Fresh Start
« on: October 25, 2013, 08:16:59 PM »
 Goth is finally behind me. I can move on to bigger and better things.

After the events of High Stakes III, I returned home and rested for a full week, my body still recuperating from the injuries that Goth gave to me. He is a monster, but I have finally destroyed him and put him in his place. The King Of Kings title, which was always mine since the beginning of my career, has now been set in place. Goth will have no choice but to crawl back to his home and announce to his own federation that he is a complete loser and a failure. Me, on the other hand? I'm a winner and I certainly earned this long-lasting victory against Goth.

My body was completely sore, but I managed to heal quickly and train rapidly, because I wasn't sure what Mark Ward or Christian Underwood had in store for me. It could be a minor fight or a big battle ahead of me, so I knew that it never hurts to be prepared and to be expect the unknown. In truth, I'm ready for just about anything.

So it was very surprising to hear, from Mark and Christian, that I would be involved in a bloody clash for a spot at the number one contender for the SCW heavyweight title.

On Monday, I was in the basement, throwing punches and kicks into an Everlast punching bag that hung from the ceiling via a solid, gray chain. There were gym machines and equipment surrounded around me. The room was big enough to move around in, so it wasn't small, enclosed space. There was also a playroom space made, so that I could watch over my children while I was working out. Arthur, Rose, Cecil, and Angela were hanging out together as my eyes darted from the bag to them, making sure they were within my eye sight.

They weren't bothered by my battle cries or the sounds I was making as I kept it up with my punches and kicks. Suddenly, Ariel ran downstairs and as I turned around, she excitedly jumped into my arms and held me tight.

Baby, what's up? It sounds like you have good news or something.

She kissed me hard on the lips before breaking off the embrace. She now stood in front of me, gripping my shoulders tightly, her stare firm and reassuring.

Alex, it's now your time. I just spoke to one of their secretaries and they have you booked in a match. A match that pits you, Giani, Nick Jones, and Simon Jones for a chance to be the #1 contender for the title.

My eyes blinked for a second

Title? Which title?

She winked at me and smiled that dazzling smile of hers.

You know which one, my love.

My only response to her was a huge grin on my face.

* * *

I'm free. Finally, I'm free.

I'm free of a rivalry that has cost me too much pain and suffering since the day it began all those years. I'm free of any and all distractions that gripped me from the past. Today is the present and I'm now free enough to reclaim my initial destiny, the mission of which I have intended to see complete since the day I entered this organization. I've won a lot of battles, lost plenty of them, and no matter how hard I come close or even try, that belt eluded my grasp time and time again. This time, I won't allow that to happen. This time, I won't allow any of my past or present enemies to derail me from my singular goal...from becoming the next and hopefully THE BEST SCW Heavyweight champion the world has ever seen.

And that's when it got me thinking. It got me thinking about the men who held on to this belt and what has been done to it. Through one way or another, the belt has changed belts, either through controversial or legit means. Since its inception, the SCW heavyweight championship belt has been claimed by both good and bad men, each wanting it for their own reasons. Me? To be honest, it doesn't matter if I am a current belt holder or not. Why? Because I'm a winner in the end. My merchandise sales, my popularity, everything that I have created and given to the world has allowed me to succeed because the fans made all that possible. Yes, you heard me. The fans.

Does that surprise you, folks? I would have not said this years ago or even when I first came in. But then, I saw the light, you could say. Thanks to all of these changes that affected me while I was not on the card or away for a short or long period of time, it has made me grown. It has made me see the world in a better view. On top of that, I continue to pursue my craft in more ways than one, becoming BETTER AND BETTER BY THE DAY! You wouldn't believe me, of course, because I know how you three fools function.

Yes, I called you three fools, because you're nothing like the rest. You may be laughing at me because I'm different, but you know what? I'm laughing at you because you are all the same. Nothing more but degenerate corpses that deserved to be crushed beneath my boots!

In any case, that's why I am here, I suppose; to achieve a dream. A dream that has haunted me since the day I turned on my television, when I was a kid, and watched wrestling for the first time. I always envisioned myself as the guy that would be standing in one of the four turnbuckles, laughing and grinning like a Cheshire cat, holding the belt high while standing tall, as the pictures would be created from millions of cameras flashing all at once. Headlines would be made around the world, letting the entire landscape know that here is the true King Of Kings, Kain, the man who is willing to do what no one else in the business could do, not even Nick Jones himself...

And that's defend the SCW heavyweight champion WEEK AFTER WEEK AFTER WEEK! It is how it should be done and that's the clean start I want to give the title to. I want to restore it with honor, dignity, and pride. I want to start over and breath an epic, but prosperous era to the SCW heavyweight championship. More importantly, it's to show that I am truly the best in the business and that I'm willing to take the SCW to a whole new level! After all, even if I am thankful for the fans, the majority of the work is done from me, the biggest badass of them all, the KING OF KINGS!

Sorry if I got a LITTLE carried away from there, but everything I spoke of? It was the truth. Since class is in session, I'm going to knock you three fools back to the ground with some cold, hard facts.

Let us begin with that upstart, Simon Jones.

Yes, I called you an upstart. You may want to rethink your thoughts on my name, because it's not silly. My name wasn't ripped off from a famous professional wrestler that works within the WWE nor was it stolen from Goth either. Do you really want to know where it came from? During my time in the underground circuit, Simon Jones. That's where I cut my teeth in this whole fighting profession, boy. Unlike you, I've fought some of the biggest, toughest badasses those gangs and rude idiots could throw at me. It didn't matter if it was either one-on-one or ten-on-one, Simon Jones. They put me in different situations and I played by their rules and you know what happened to all of them?

I kicked their asses by the end of the night. Sure, in some cases, my body was bruised and busted open in many places, but I survived, Simon. I'm a winner in this game. I made people see me in a different light back then, you know? For the first time in their pathetic lives, Simon, I made them fear something greater than themselves; ME! In time, they learned to not only fear, but to respect me. Every time I came out of my domain and walked in their presence, they backed off and literally kneeled to me and all I kept on hearing, from that point on, was The King Of Kings. It wasn't a name I labeled myself either, pal, I was GIVEN that name. That name may sound silly to you, but not to me. No one, in their right mind, has the right or authority to call themselves that. Not this Goth and certainly not this clown named Cyrus King either. In any case, that's how the name is born.

In any case, I couldn't help but laugh. Was this your famous gameplan all along? You couldn't come up with anything significant or bone-crushing to use against me, so you had to resort to THIS? What do you mean, you ask? It's simple - you are trying to intimidate me by stating a useless fact about defeating Jordan Williams for the SCW Heavyweight championship?

You're joking, right?

Am I supposed to be quaking within my boots, Simon? Am I supposed to be pissing in my pants and start to have these nightmares about not beating you, just because you beat ONE MAN? I don't care if you, Jordan, or anyone was a present or former SCW Heavyweight champion, because at the end of the day, son, they are all one thing; HUMAN. Me? I'm human on the outside, but pretty much indestructible within the ring. You can beat me in a lot of matches and win those battles, but I'll be winning the fucking war here, thank you very much! And this war of ours, Simon Jones, is going to end on MY TERMS. By that, you worthless shit, I mean that I will rise above the chaos and become the #1 contender to the SCW heavyweight championship and I will go on to face Drake Green for it. Meanwhile, a foolish, deluded dipshit, such as yourself, can only do two things about it.

The first is nothing. The second is to accept it!

Finally, I wish to tackle something else very briefly. Your threat against me, the one about how I should not be underestimating you? Meaningless! I know who you are, but I care nothing for your past accolades and present accomplishments and any future achievements will perhaps be noted in the books, but I could honestly care less. What I care about is my own present that leads to the future, Simon Jones. Heavyweight champion material or not, I'm going to crush you. I'm going to bury you six feet below. After all, that match with Goth that happened not too long ago? You should consider it to be a mere preview of the destruction I cannot wait to unleash. This is all I'm ever good at, Simon Jones. I'm here to prove that I'm the most complete fighter in the world and to be the very best that I can be. Earning money? Secondary. I'm a billionaire ten times over; I'm set for life. The offers outside of the business that comes along with it? It's fine, I'll take it as it comes, but the championship is my primary focus and you are in my way, Simon Jones. You and three other men.

You can tell the world that you won't intend it to happen, but believe me when I tell you, I won't let you realize your dream ever again!

Now...on to Giani Di Luca.

To be honest, I've watched you in bits and pieces and I honestly don't know you as well as I should. But your own deeds, like Simon, should not go unnoticed...but only for a brief time. The fact that you held a tag-team championship reign for a little while is impressive, yet that was taken away in the blink of an eye. It's too bad, really, but that's just the nature of the beast, Giani. One thing is for sure; it doesn't matter what your circumstances are or how it led up to it, but you failed. You failed to keep a firm grasp on the tag-team titles for a long time, so it really comes down to one question.

If you're able to win the SCW heavyweight championship in the end, how long would you be able to keep it? The answer is obvious; not for long.

Truth be told, championship reigns are very short and your short reign, Giani, proves that, including my own reigns as well. It doesn't matter how hard you try or how much effort you give over to the process, it won't work well. That's why I am very excited to give the new title belt a shot and to eclipse everyone else's chance at the SCW heavyweight championship. Tell me something, Giani, what makes you an excellent candidate to go after this belt, much less hold the belt for a longer period of time than any of us? Do you have some sort of uncanny talent that none of us have currently? I know how you work; you will do whatever it takes to get anything you want. I've seen it before from others in the past, Giani, so I know what to expect out of you. Granted, you're just as dangerous as Simon or Nick, but in the end, it will be all for nothing.

Look at me, Giani. Look at everything I've done up to this point and you'll know, FOR A FACT, that I am the most dangerous beast today. I've gone through major wars and ended up clean on the other side, win or lose. All I've ever wanted to do was take on the very best and show them exactly who and what I am. I want to tell people, like you, through my actions, that I'm no stranger to the ring, that I'm not a walk in the park. This four-way fatal match between you, Nick, Simon, and myself doesn't scare me at all. I'm not fazed by the odds stacked against me. I love pressure! Don't you? I know you don't, because you want things to go YOUR WAY, but what if they don't, Giani? What if you fail to win the big one, fail to move on and face Drake for the championship? You know it's going to happen and you know why?

Because you hate pressure. You don't want a lot of pressure to burden your shoulders, don't you? You want things to be on your terms, where everything in life is just fine and peachy. Bad news for you, kid, that's not how the world works and I'll be happy enough to force you to re-learn that harsh lesson. It's really simple to me, Giani; you're not walking out of the arena with a shot at the title. I AM! So either used to get that fact now and run away or stand and be ready to given some of the worst punishment that's ever been inflicted upon you. This is not a joke, Giani; this is real. And I promise you, reality is going to hit you hard at Climax Control.

Now that I'm done with you, it's time to deal with Nick Jones.

Nick Jones. You don't need to tell me. You've beaten me every time we faced.

Honestly? I don't care. That was all in the past. This is now.

I want to talk to you about the now, in fact. I know that you've been chasing after the SCW heavyweight championship for a long time now. You want to be on top and in a sense, I can respect that. I mean, who wouldn't want that at all? But I can't help but shake my head. Why? Because I've seen what you've trying to accomplish for yourself and each time you've gone after the championship in one of those battles, you lost. I want to know, Nick Jones. Why is that? Why have you failed to sit on the throne time and again? I'll tell you why.

It's all because of you.

Go ahead. Laugh all you want, but it's true deep down inside, isn't it? For a long while, you've been involved in some major drama that happened with you and your boy pals or even your girl, Diana, and those are nothing but distractions. Truth is, even if you won some of those minor fights, that got into the way of things, didn't it? Of course it did, Nick. You let those petty distractions get in the way of your insignificant conquest and it cost you the title very now and then. You are the sole reason for you constant failures, Nick Jones. You are not the man that used to be. On your own, Nick Jones, you are pathetic. But with your entourage, with your girl by your side, you can win at just about everything and that makes you a coward. You can't win without them, Nick, and even on your own two feet, you certainly won't be able to win the biggest battles in your life.

Such is the nature of things, Nick Jones, and this is going to be another one of those nights where my words will prove to be true. At this point in time, Nick Jones, I'm not the man you faced countless times in the past. I'm quite differently, set in my own ways still, but improved nevertheless. I'm hardened by steel, wrapped around in a blanket of love, encouragement, and support by my wife, my family, and my fans, and my firm belief in my body, skill, talent, and charisma sustains me to this day. You saw that, didn't you, when you had a chance to watch the battle between Goth and I? You saw how I was able to push his buttons, make Goth try to hate me more, beat me down some more, but couldn't get the job done, didn't you?

Believe me when I tell you; despite you puffing your chest and boasting otherwise, you've been afraid of this moment. You've been afraid of Kain, The King Of Kings, coming back to haunt you at the peak of his powers. I assure you, Nick Jones, I'm going to make sure that not only Simon and Giani fail in their quest for immortality, but I'm also going to make sure that your quest for the belt dies once again. This may be a fatal four-way clash, but I'll be the one coming out on top. I'll be the one who will be awarded a shot with the #1 contendership spot for the SCW heavyweight title. You, the pathetic peon that you are, will be erased from my memory forever. This one match will not only allow me to earn my revenge for all the losses you handed to me, but for me to win the war between you and me.

These recent events have not been kind to you, Nick. I assure you that Climax Control will not be a pleasant day at the office either.

Make no mistake about it, gentleman; I'm coming in for the kill. It is my sole duty and obligation to chase what's rightfully mine; the SCW heavyweight championship belt and the right to face the man who currently possess it, Drake Green himself. To finally take that step firmly, however, I must enter the ring and destroy what's left of the three of you. So be it...I will gladly put everything on the line to end your hopes and dreams and to walk away as the one man that is destined to be the SCW heavyweight champion for the first time in his career and to make sure that nothing will ever stand in his way of staying on top forever. I'm going to be the man of the hour, gentlemen, while you three are to be left behind in the dust!

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

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Climax Control Archives / Settling An Old Score
« on: September 20, 2013, 08:56:44 PM »
 My wife was mad. But not at me. At herself.

It wasn't long ago when I had to walk into a match with Max Burke to attempt to regain the SCW Roulette championship, a prize that I held on to for quite sometime. I was alone, however, and she was back at home, recuperating from her time in giving birth to our latest children. I had to put all that aside and put myself in the zone, so to speak, in a blind fold match that tested both my senses and my mind. It was a grueling, hard-fought match. Problem is, however, is that I didn't walk away as a winner at all.

I wasn't sure exactly what happened either...not until I saw the replay tape. I saw that tape, back in my dressing room, and grew increasingly furious! In a scream of rage, I destroyed my own locker room, unable to believe it. It wasn't that Max Burke did ANY hard work to win that match; it was Goth that cost me the victory and allowed Max Burke to retain the title. So when I got home, my wife immediately ran towards me and hugged me, crying fiercely into my shoulders.

I had done my best to comfort her, to tell her that it wasn't her fault, but she believed it was. Had she been there, she thought, she would have noticed Goth running down the ramp and screamed out his name to me, so that I might have heard his name and used that to my advantage, to take him out and then deal with Max until I got the Roulette championship back. But it wasn't meant to be and I came home empty-handed. But the love of my children and my wife is what continues to drive me to do what I do best and someday, I will gain back the Roulette championship from Max's hands or whoever has the title at that time.

In the meantime, I have bigger fish to fry. But Lisa, also known as Ariel in both the underground and fighting circuit, had a plan.

She told me about it as I was playing with our children and placing the new set of twins in each of my arms, sitting down on the couch of our mansion, as she was lying down a three-seat, blue sofa across from me.

For awhile, sweetheart, I won't be going with you, but with what happened last time, I'm going to place you in the hands of a female fighter that I am very close with. She's my best girlfriend, someone that I met along the way when I fought in the women's underground arena. She is VERY capable of watching your back until I recover and she's agreed to it, because she also cares a great deal for you.

I looked up at her quizzically, raising my eyebrows.

And who might that be, my love?

She took a quick look at the camera, smiled briefly, then the smile vanished and she looked right into my eyes.

You'll see. They will all see in time. Very...very...soon.

She winked and smiled that dazzling smile of hers. That woman...I would do anything for her.

Anything.

* * *

Five months?

Were you supposed to impress me by coming out of the shadows and declaring to the whole world that you've been pissed off for five months?

You tried to make yourself look like the big, bad wolf that disappeared for so many years, only to come back and make his claim when things have drastically changed while you were gone. Truth be told, Rage, your lack of intelligence, which is obviously replaced by a sheer lack of stupidity and ignorance, is what brought you to your short downfall. Haven't you noticed that the world you now inhibit is no longer the same as it used to be? You're crying like a little bitch over someone like Mark Ward, who has been tirelessly trying to make sure the ship stays afloat while the empire that's Sin City Wrestling stays alive and at the #1 spot for the most-watched television and PPV shows on cable TV!

What exactly did he do to you, Rage? Was it the suspension that he imposed upon you? Listen to me, you worthless jackass, not a single man, woman, or child cares about your pathetic suspension! Hell, when was the last time you made any headlines? Since you won the SCW championship against Nick Jones, if I remember correctly! Of course, it must have sucked big time when Nick Jones fought you for the belt, tooth and nail, and kicked your sorry ass to gain it back. I wonder how that loss felt to you? The mere fact that you couldn't even hold on to the greatest championship belt here for a YEAR is staggering indeed! A bit truthful to you, don't you think? I'll be glad to piss you off even further when I destroy Goth for that title and eclipse your dismal reign.

In any case, I'm not here to talk about Goth. I'm here to talk about you! That sheer case of stupidity rose to the fore yet again, because you certainly pissed me off again (and in case if you haven't noticed, with all the things I've been through, asshole, it's not a good time to do so!)! See, you went on television recently and decided to spew your venom, your rage. You could have mentioned anyone else and have avoided your fate. Instead, you chose to do something idiotic and pretty much changed the game for you.

You chose to mention me and my match against Mark Ward. More to the point, you decided to call me a failure.

That was one of the worst decisions you've ever made in your career, Rage, and I'm looking forward to proving that statement when our next clash occurs.

A failure? Sure, I've lost that match, but you see, I gave Mark Ward a beating that he'll never forget. I'm one of the few men in this business, Rage, that pushed him to the absolute limit. He wasn't going to give in without a fight and man OH MAN did I give him a memorable experience that is forever etched in that brain of his. And you want to know the cool part? In a weird, sickening way, he and I have gained each other's respect. No, Rage, that doesn't mean that we are best friends that will sit down, clank our glasses of beers, drink it down, and reminisce about the good old days. But what it means is that he and I recognize each other as brutal fighters that take no shit from anyone at anytime.

Honestly? I doubt he feels the same way and trust me when I tell you, you don't want to fuck with Mark Ward. You do not want to get in his way, because I've seen him pissed. And that's one of the many reasons why my match against you is going to be easy to undertake; because your rage and anger is misguided. You need to focus on the big picture, son, and that's one of the two top titles or hell, Rage, even the Tag-Team titles. Forget this stupid, one-sided feud that you have with Mark Ward. Leave him alone, he has too much on his plate as it is.

Because he's not going to help you. Fact is, Rage, not a single soul in that locker room is going to help you in my match against you, because I haven't forgotten. I haven't forgotten about the last time we crossed swords in one of the worst matches of my career and the embarrassment and humiliation that followed soon after. Don't worry though; things have changed since your absence and my dominance is quite obvious these days. I am no longer the man that was distracted or had too many things going on. I'm the man that has a singular goal this week - to find you and annihilate you at all costs. I plan on doing this, Rage, because you won one battle against me. This time? This time, Rage, I intend to settle our score and make you my BITCH!

There are no stipulations, no strings attached. This is a singles match that will test our skill to the limit! I know that you are dangerous, you are tough, but those two elements combined means NOTHING to me! I've faced better men that exhibit those qualities a lot more stronger than you'll ever do in a lifetime, Rage. I'm ready to take you to the absolute limit, to push your mind, body, and soul to places that you've never been to before and by the time I'm through with you, Rage, you're going to wish that you never screwed with me in your career!

Of course, I know how you will act.

You will laugh at me.

You will disagree with me.

Those two statements are quite obvious!

But make no mistake about it, Rage. That tune is going to change VERY QUICKLY when you gaze upon a god, a demon, a perfect, physical specimen unlike anything you've ever seen before. My goal is clear - to finish you for good, to leave you in the dust while you'll more than likely continue to cry like a little bitch over spoiled milk. Face it, Rage, you have nothing in your favor to keep up at my pace. In that ring, Rage? I'll be God. And God is going to deliver a swift, painful judgment that will be filled with agony and pain unlike you've ever felt in your body before. I suggest you prepare yourself for the onslaught that I look forward to delivering on your doorstep. This will not the easiest battle for you to be in and trust me, Rage, it won't be. It's going to be one of the hardest nights of your life and I'm going to show you exactly why I am The King Of Kings.

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

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Climax Control Archives / Accomplishment
« on: September 06, 2013, 09:47:40 AM »
 The week after I lost the SCW Roulette championship to Max Burke at the recent PPV, Summer XXXTreme II, Ariel finally gave birth to the next set of twins in our family. A deal was made in the past where I got to name our first two children and then she would name our next set of twins. She named them Cecil Grayson and Ashley Grayson.

Like the first time around, it was one of the biggest moments of my life. I still remember visiting my parents' graves, letting them know that a major change was coming into my life, that everything would be turning around for the better. To tell you the truth, it has turn me around, made me a better person, to focus and be more hardened and determined than ever before. Seeing Cecil and Ashley for the first time reinforced those commitments upon me once again. After everything that I've been going through lately with Max Burke, I've been put under a lot of stress and have been dealing with problems that had nothing to do with the world of professional wrestling or fighting in general. In fact, it was nothing but new territory for me to discover and adapt to the best of my ability. If you had given me a sword and an opponent wielding their own blade, I would know EXACTLY what to do!

But fatherhood? Children? Being a good husband to my wife, the girl of my dreams that has never left my side? Originally, I wasn't sure how to deal with all that. After all, my life has been about not ending up my like my parents, dealing with not wanting to fail and to be able to succeed in every opportunity handed to me. That's why I took the chance to take over every territory possible in the underground fighting circuit. That's why I'm the biggest badass the world has ever seen. All of those things I've done in my life was to aid me in becoming the most successful fighter the world has ever seen. To this day, win or lose, I believed that no one was my equal, nor would anyone be able to ever surpass me. Sure, you could win ONE battle, but in the end, I win the wars, the ones that count the most. But having to deal with being part of a relationship, with children entering your life in either the first time or multiple times afterwards, is perhaps some of the most challenging obstacles I've ever had to undertake in my journey to stay on top.

Cecil and Ashley look adorable. Cecil was born first, Ashley five minutes later, looking perfectly healthy and fine. There were no complications and both the twins and my wife were in excellent condition. Arthur and Rose, now two years old, had somewhat of an understanding of what just transpired before their eyes, but I get the feeling that it's going to be a lot harder for them, mainly because they won't be the center of attention as much. But one good thing has come out of all this - Ariel's body is no longer in danger and she won't be around me anytime soon, as she must stay home and deal with the kids, while I have no choice but to pursue my work in the world of wrestling and give it everything I have within my body and soul, to stay alive, to continuing on in making a name for myself.

For that whole week, that's why I wasn't at last week's Climax Control. I was at home now, away from the hospital, taking care of Ariel and the kids. From the shadows of my own home, I watched, with intense fury and anger, the battle between Goth, my eternal enemy, and Kevin Carter, a man who was part of a team that took away the tag-team championships from Frost and I, for the SCW Heavyweight championship...with Goth emerging victorious. I watched everything else unfold from a distance and I was literally seething with rage. I knew that the PPV would come back to haunt me. I knew that my loss over Max Burke was something I could not just shrug off easily. After all, I was heavily distracted - by problems that had nothing to do with my profession at all. All the head games that Max Burke did got to me, making it easy for him to dominate the match and put me in a body bag. He unleashed my anger and used it to his advantage. For one night, Max Burke put me down and out of the count.

But that was one night. One battle. After Climax Control this week, everything changes. Even though I'm continuing to reel from the new emotions that have taken over me, that all stops as I step into the ring, the main event no less, to take on a foe that has pissed me off for the very last time. That night was his time.

But now? Now it's going to be mine and he made it all too personal. That was the greatest mistake he ever made in his pathetic life. Now, I'm going to use it against him, to cost him everything and to gain payback in the worst way possible. Nothing will ever be the same for Max Burke.

NOTHING!

I had a plan in all this. I had a plan in making sure that everything would go my way at Climax Control. The spotlight will be on me and the man that took a few things away from me that one night. I didn't care about the hells that everyone else on the roster were going to traverse through. Hell, I didn't even give one thought to Mark Ward's announcement in regards to his "final match", which I honestly don't believe for a second. No...this was all about Kain and I'm going to reverting back to the old Kain, the one that existed in the good old days. It's like putting on an old pair of comfortable shoes and getting re-acquainted with them once again, re-discovering the joy and the reason why I was put on this earth. To conquer. To destroy. To annihilate for the sole purpose of being the best. That Kain would exist at this week's Climax Control.

It was Wednesday night, September 4th. I was wide-awake in our bed, trying to gain any kind of sleep, but found it impossible by this point. With Cecil and Ashley being born, we've had trouble getting sleep. This is what happens when new children happen. They often cry out in the middle of the night and it's up to responsible parents to try and calm them in some way, although we weren't sure why. It could be multiple reasons - they need to "let it go" or need some baby food or drink to keep them calm. Whatever the case may be, it's our job to do what's right for the children. It sucks having to be away from them all again, but Ariel...Lisa, on a personal name-basis...knew what she had gotten herself into the moment we started dating. She tried to console me that night and even then, I still wasn't convinced that having her away from me wasn't the best idea, even though I understood why she had to stay behind.

I know that it's hard, but you got to do it.

But you're part of the reason for my success here in the SCW, my love. I don't know what it would be like without you by my side.

She shook her head as she was sitting down on a chair nearby, trying to calm down Cecil and Ashley from crying. Arthur and Rose were sleeping in their own rooms for the time being, so that's two children we didn't have to worry about as much for this night.

But before you met me, you knew what to do. You knew how every fight was going to play out and fought everything on your own. You still do, my love. Even by your side, you're still the Kain of old, ruthless, indestructible. No one in the world can touch you in this game, Alex. Not Mark Ward, not Goth, not Casey Williams, nobody. They may have won a few battles, but in the end, Kain wins. Kain always wins and that's why I have strongly believed in you. You don't need me to win. All it takes is you.

I know that, but it isn't just the same. Of course, I understand why it needs to be done. It just about me, it's also about the kids. We still need to bond with them, to get to know them and believe me, we will have plenty of time to do that. And someone needs to stay home and watch them as well. I won't leave them alone with anybody else. I may not like the idea of leaving you behind at all, Lisa, but in the end, you are right. It has to be done. For us and for the children.

I watched her bring Cecil and Ashley down into the crib, as they were all quiet and sleeping peacefully again, then enter the end and snuggle up next to me. For someone like Lisa, aka Ariel, it doesn't take her long to sleep and she does so in seconds. On the other hand, I'm still wide-awake, now looking up at the ceiling, my mind wheeling towards thoughts that I wanted to directly address towards Goth at some point of the show and of course, the main event, the match where I cashed in my return clause so that I may have one more shot at getting everything back in time...

No matter the cost.

* * * *

Accomplishment.

I love that word. But along with loving that word comes attached with a major question - what are some of man (or woman, in a lot of cases)'s greatest accomplishments the world has ever seen, perhaps incredible feats that will never be original again or cannot be repeated for that matter? To name a few, Michael Phelps becoming the most decorated Olympian in Olympic history by winning 19 medals, 15 of them being gold or Michael Jordan winning six NBA championships during his time with the Chicago Bulls. Feats like those, when you think about them, are vastly incredible and speak of man's potential as a human being and the talent they are able to share with the rest of the world. It is feats like those that were originally awesome and will never be demonstrated in front of our own eyes ever again.

You, on the other hand, Max Burke, will NEVER to be a man of destined greatness. You may have gotten away with achieving something decent, but nothing great.

You see, for the longest time, I only saw you as an enemy. Someone that needed to just get out of my way so that I can continue my rise to the top, one that was insignificant and unworthy of my time and place. But you changed that, Max. You changed everything and not for the better either. You decided that it was a good idea to mess with my head. You touched my wife physically, almost causing her extreme pain when it came to the safety of my unborn children at the time. You caused me a lot of distress and brought out anger within me, anger that I should have controlled and used at a better time to even out the score last time. But you got into me, you played me for a fool and embarrassed me on a cruise ship, putting me in a body bag and walking away from the SCW Roulette championship. Because of all that, Max Burke, I don't see you as just an adversary. I see you as a man that took away some things that belonged to me on that one night and made it completely personal. I now view you as a man that needs to be totally destroyed, to forever wipe off the face of the Earth, and to reclaim what's mine...the SCW Roulette championship.

Yes, Max. You heard me. You took what was rightfully mine when I crushed Matthew Kennedy awhile back for the title and this time, you're going to pay with your life. But it isn't about the SCW Roulette championship as much in this upcoming fracas, Max. It's about revenge. It's about vengeance upon the inflicted scars you gave to me and perhaps you HAD some right in getting some payback of your own. After all, I did kick your sorry ass in the past and left you in total ruin, but this is different. This is personal. More personal that you are made to believe. You touched my wife and almost harmed her and my children. You decided to take advantage of my emotional state and left me unconsciousness in a body bag to win the SCW Roulette championship. When I got out of that body bag, I was left enraged, humiliated, embarrassed beyond all belief. You took away from me the championship and ruined my pride and reputation, the one that I have tried so hard to protect all my life. This time, Max, I'm going to be turning the tables on you. That emotional state that I was in? Those feelings vanished completely, with the exception of one emotion - rage. A rage that is cold-hearted, violent, terrifying as a ferocious tornado that sweeps across the land and destroys anything and everything in its path. It's that rage, Max Burke, that you will not find to be at all PLEASANT.

To make matters worse for you, this is once again a Roulette match. Back at Summer XXXTreme II, all the stars aligned for you. You gave yourself a new identity, a new look, and perhaps a new outlook on life. Then came the match itself, in which I promised to retain the gold. I failed. I can admit this, Max, because I'm a man of my own word. I let myself be caught up in your game plan and you maneuvered me into right where you wanted me to be; not good enough on my game to overcome you and retain the SCW Roulette championship. But that was back then, Max. This is now. You are about to take me on, whether you like it or not, but I'm now dangerous. More dangerous than you ever thought me to be. This time around, Max Burke, there are no distractions, no emotional state or luck to be helpful on your side. No, Max, you are about to take on the King Of Kings himself, the man who has risen from the ashes of the underground fighting circuit in the old days, a man who needed no one's aid to win in any of his battles. Even if Ariel was by my side, all I needed was me and Ariel reminded me of that in our private conversations yet again. Max, you simply don't get it, do you? All this time, you have been boasting, thinking that you got rid of me completely.

You are completely delusional if you continue to feel that way. Tell me something, Max. Did you honestly think that you could just drive away from the bloody carnage with me being in the rearview mirror? Did you believe, even for a moment, that I would just give up and walk away? In truth, just because you caught me off guard from one battle doesn't mean you won the overall war. In other words, you only won in a minor scuffle, but you haven't won in an epic confrontation. You haven't done anything great or incredible to make me say "Well, he truly is the better man." No, Max, I'm going to deny you that, because it would have been a lie. I would NEVER submit to any man, even if they won against me once or twice. In my life, Max, I've always been the man that held true to his beliefs and never let ANYTHING get in his way. At Summer XXXTreme II, your dream may have came true. But that dream, Max Burke, is really more of a sham, a fantasy that only lasted in short bursts. I'm going to kill you in that ring, Max. I'm going to be the one to embarrass you, to humiliate you, to put you in the greatest state of pain that you have never felt before. I'm going to turn back the tides and unleash one of the greatest performances that no man, woman, or child has ever seen out of me YET. You think that my battles from the past showcased my brutality at its fullest? You worthless piece of shit...you haven't seen NOTHING YET!

This Roulette match can be anything it wants to be, even if it's a repeat of our last encounter. But believe me when I tell you, Max, I'm going in our match with a different purpose. I'm going there to rip your heart, crush your bones, eat them all up and spit them all out, leaving not a single trace of Max Burke to be found. You won't find me as the same man you fought back at Summer XXTreme II. With Ariel not being involved this time, with their safety guaranteed back at home, I have no distractions left to worry about. Not even Goth, who I won't even waste my breath speaking about until the appropriate time is at hand. For now, you are the only thing that matters to me at this point in time. Not Mark Ward's choosing of his final opponent, not Casey Williams's supposed domination in another federation, and especially not the drama that is escalating with Nick's obsession for the SCW title. None of that matters, because it's all about you and the SCW Roulette championship. It's all about exposing every lie you've said, grabbing every word and insult you threw at me and shoving it down your throat, and then making you feel the burning acid of those words and insults all over your body. You are not going to like the agony, the pain, and the suffering that I cannot wait to unleash on you. I, on the other hand, will revel in it. I will be the one to dethrone you from division and make you nothing but a pathetic little bitch that belongs as nothing but a complete nobody on the roster...or life, for that matter.

Men like Michael Jordan and Michael Phelps? They've accomplished more than you ever dared to hope or even dream. I'm right up there with those men, Max. I'm right up there with the men and women that dared to dream, to make a better life for themselves, and to go out and earn all those accomplishments on their own. I've done that plenty of times, Max. I'm the most recognizable name in the world of fighting and professional wrestling combined. I'm taken on the best and have destroyed a lot of the opposition that have thrown my way, even taken men like Mark Ward and Goth through hell and back and, in some odd way, earned their respect. At the same time, they've come to fear me and what I am truly capable of. No matter how much talk they can spew, they are afraid of me and of my powers. Max, you are now finally going to be facing the music and you, my unfortunate friend, have no hope. All hope is lost for you. That SCW Roulette championship you currently hold? It's going to be mine. What you took away from me? I'm going to get it back. You played with my mind, my emotions, and almost killed me at the core when you touched the love of my life.

You don't do that to me. No one does that to me, Max, and for the first time in your life, the terror that you felt from me previously will be felt again, only ten times worse than before. You are not going to like what I will do to you and you know something, Max? I don't care. Kain is back and he's ready to take back what is his. After a week of staying in the shadows and licking my wounds from the physical combat between you and me, I'm fully healed. I'm ready to go. I am who I am and not a single man, on this Earth, can stop me from doing what I must do. Climax Control will be the time for all the stars to be aligned in my favor. By the time I'm done with you, there will be nothing left for you to pick up, except for your broken pride and for all your future dreams to be shattered forever. Accept your fate, Max Burke, because I'm coming for you, with guns blazing. You got nowhere to run, nowhere to hide!

Like I said before, this is more than just the SCW Roulette championship. You may have been a man of small accomplishments, but I'm going to receive the biggest accomplishment out of you; taking it all away from you and giving it back to me. That will be something to brag about for the ages, won't it? What you did to me that night? Nothing but a fluke. You caught me off-guard, you used me like a puppet on strings, and got to where you wanted to be now. Bravo! But now, reality sets in and I've returned from the darkness to confront you, a small, insignificant menace that needs to be put in his place and shown where he truly belongs; nowhere. Vengeance will be mine, Max, and there's not a damn thing in the world to stop me from accomplishing my own ends!

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

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Climax Control Archives / Games Within Games...
« on: August 02, 2013, 11:04:31 PM »
 Kain was currently incognito, the people around him unaware of who or what he is. Even if the cameras from SCW were getting a great glimpse of him, in a button-up shirt with a dragon painted all over, with white shorts covering the lower half of his body, with black Nike shoes and white socks covering his feet, he was glad for the solitude.

Awhile ago, he entered the cruise ship's bar, sat down on a stool, and asked them to turn it on to the SCW channel. Promos were flashing from various opponents and he remained uninterested...until Brother Grimm showed up. He asked for the bartender to turn it up and provide him with a glass of cold water. The bartender obliged, grabbed the remote, and turned up the TV, then went to work in providing a cold glass of water. He then sat down the glass and slid it towards Kain, who grabbed it with his right hand. His eyes glanced up to the TV and he listened intently.

The wheels in Kain's brains were running as he listened to Brother Grimm's re-telling of a story that's considered so old and perhaps legendary, along with his thoughts about him and the match up ahead. For the duration of the promo, Kain ultimately remained silent, intent on digesting everything his opponent had to say. What would he say to a man like him, a man that is wanting to remain anonymous with not just his name, but his past as well? Even if two men in his life figured out his real identity, the rest of the world has yet to know the man that is perfectly comfortable in staying within the darkness and hiding within the shadows. But Brother Grimm is not like Kain. Not by a long shot...

Kain thanked the man, finished with his cold glass of water, and paid him in kind, along with a bonus tip. He sauntered out of the bar to rejoin his wife in their room.

One hour later, Kain is now seen overlooking the ocean. He ignores the conversation around him, thinking about Brother Grimm and the oncoming destruction that awaits his foe inside the ring, even if neither man know of the rules or even what kind of match it will turn out to be.

The ship is crusing along in the San Diego harbor and Kain now looks up at the sun, trying to cover his eyes by bringing his right hand above his eyes, blocking out the ray lights that are beaming from the corners of the sun. His eyes now clear, he saw the wonderful majesty of its exquisite brilliance and how comforting it to see that there is still life in this world.

Brother Grimm.

I want you to take a good look at the sun. What do you see in it?

Kain points to the sun and the camera follows his direction, getting a nice glimpse of it, as it is shining above in the clear, blue skies, clouds rapidly form around it. Then the camera casts its gaze down and looks directly at the current SCW roulette champion.

You want to know what I see in it? Life. The landscape that enjoy being yourself in, one that you wrap around yourself with in a blanket of shadow and darkness, is not the kind of place I wish to be. Too long have I have cursed to walk alone in the shadows and yet, the only thing that kept me alive was a dream. It was a dream to see myself grow beyond my own expectations, to see myself become whatever it was I wanted to be in life, what I NEEDED to be in life.

I suppose, in your own way, you understand this, don't you? You have a dream or perhaps many, MANY dreams, and you wish to see them carried out. I suppose you have accomplished this in your own career, but I suspect you have much left to do on this planet. In my case, you wish to play games with me. You wish to torment me like a cat playing with a mouse before that kill. In truth, you cannot do so. I've played those games, either by my own design or not, and have survived them all. And that's what's going to trouble you in the end, isn't it? The game that you tried to play against me this week will eventually backfire on you. That's one promise I intend to keep...

That being said, let's talk about the game that you played against me this week, shall we? Let's talk about religion, about the whole Cain/Abel horseshit and I do call it that, because that's all I see it as - horseshit. Nothing but a story for millions of the religious flock to believe in.

The cries of seagulls and birds are heard overheard as Kain lowers down his right hand and turns to face the camera, snarling with rage at first, but somehow manages to keep his composure.

I want you to know, Brother Grimm, that I never believed in any of the religions that life has to offer. As interesting or fascinating it appears to be on the surface, I care nothing for it. In truth, life is a gift that can only be used once and the way I see it, you use the time you are given in this world to either make a name for yourself or do nothing at all and die...forgotten.  So it really comes down to a few questions...

Does God exist? Does Satan exist? Is there truly a heaven or a hell?

The only way to discover these questions is death, Brother Grimm. Once the Grim Reaper comes knocking at your door, it's over and that's when everything will be revealed to you, the truth or lies of everything you've heard, have seen, or even have been told. Only then will I know if this biblical story of the past is even remotely true. And to be honest, I wasn't sure as to why you brought up this story. Why even drudge up a tale of brother killing brother when it has nothing to do with the glorious combat that lies ahead?

And then I realized why...

Kain points a finger to the camera with a look of rage all over his face!

It's because you want to make me look like the bad guy. You want the whole world to think that deep down, I still haven't changed, even if I haven't turned that leaf yet in my life. How miserable and pathetic your effort turned out to be, Brother Grimm. You want to fabricate the people with a lie, by telling them "Hey, despite everything Kain's trying to do to please himself and the world, someone out there in the world is getting all the praise instead and he must be completely pissed about it."

No I'm not.

If I was truly angry with the way things turned out, I would have been a desperate criminal, taking the low road, killing people all over, robbing banks and doing everything I can to earn the life through shortcuts. But I haven't been doing that, have I? No. All I've been doing is fighting, whether it's illegal or not. Illegal only worked out because I NEVER GOT CAUGHT back then and it worked out well for me and once I decided to fight on a legit basis, my life simply got better and better. Meanwhile, you are the guy who you want people to go "He's the guy that gets all the love and attention from his mother, from his father, from his friends and family," when that's clearly not the case either, is it?

So in the end, the story that you tried to entice us all in was nothing but a waste of time, because it has very little to do with the combat up ahead. It has very little to do with the history that you and I are starting to work out. I hope you are proud, Brother Grimm, of wasting our time and efforts into desperately painting me as a bad guy while you are the good guy that did NOTHING WRONG. How untrue that is, isn't it, Brother Grimm? Your story, unfortunately, really has no time or place to be spoken of between us, simply because it has served no meaning or purpose to me.

With that out of the way, let's talk about the next thing on your abysmal agenda, shall we?

Turning away from the camera for a second, he walks away and maneuvers himself through the hustling crowd and finds an empty beach chair sitting in a corner. Making his way to that corner, he first sits down and then lies downs on it, raising his hands behind his head, clasping them together.

See, your "primal sensations" and "living embodiment" statements aside, you spoke a little bit about the match.

I want to correct you on a few things on that. First of all, yes, this is a game of chance, but you fail to mention one thing; the #1 contender for the Roulette championship is the one that's spinning the wheel. To you, that may look like a disadvantage to me. However, if it is spun correctly, I may end up getting the upper hand.

All of those scenarios, while dangerous and tempting, are merely fantasy that is conjured up in your head. In truth, it really comes down to one thing between you and me and that's skill. Well...more than just skill, really. It's like training in Krav Maga, considered to be the one of the most, if not THE MOST, dangerous martial art to ever exist. When you step into that territory, you never know what to expect, because all bets are off. It's the same thing here...in a Roulette Rules match, you simply don't know what to expect. So I want to ask you, Brother Grimm...what if the tides are turned on you? What if we end up getting a result that completely satisfies me and doesn't satisfy you?

Will you be happy with its outcome? I doubt it, because in a Roulette Rules match, you need to have more than just skill to survive in a confrontation like that, Brother Grimm. You need to outsmart me in every move, for good offense makes a good defense, does it not? You need to play by the rules that those games make, not by the rules that you wish to see happen in your favor. And to be honest, if you don't like that small, but important fact, tough shit. The moment I became the SCW Roulette champion after destroying Matthew Kennedy for the title, I knew what I was going into.

So do me a favor - don't sit there and tell me that I'm supposed to be scared of the unknown. Because I've been dealing with that my whole life. Unlike you, I have attained far more experience in dealing with the unknown. Have you watched my career, whether I performed in the underground MMA circuit or even here? Every match I have been handed, every stipulation I've been forced to deal with, I make the best of it and go for the ride and you know what, son? Once I am finished taking that journey with another win under my belt, it really gets all the more sweeter for me.

You tell me about driving children to the brink of insanity or plucking them from their beds at night, hoping that they'll never sleep again after seeing your face. But I got a news flash for you, Brother Grimm.

After I'm done showing you MY "primal sensation", I won't be losing much sleep after the effort I've put into diminishing everything that's Brother Grimm and taking away everything that he's supposed to be. I'm actually honored and privileged to take you on, to show that Kain is a man not to be messed with and cannot be fazed in any way, shape, or form. You cannot destroy me emotionally, mentally, or even psychologically. In a sense, I'm like Batman - my confidence is at an all-time high that NOTHING in the world can shatter me! That's a lesson that YOU will come to grips with after I am finishing with your lifeless corpse!

And perhaps, Brother Grimm, not only will my name trigger in your brain, forcing you to remember the untimely beating I happily delivered upon you, but you will come to fear me. Speaking of which...

Kain now folds his arms and looks away, thinking about his choice of words that he wants to use against Brother Grimm. His thoughts are suddenly interrupted when a young, blond waitress walks over and asks if he would like to drink anything. He nods and replies in kind, asking for another cold glass of water, this time with lime in it. She nods, thanks him, smiles politely at him, then walks away. Kain looks back to the camera...

See, your whole "fear" speech makes me laugh. I barely even know you and you expect me to spill my secrets at the drop of a dime?

I will only answer this one for you...am I in fear of something that's close to me? Sure and that's my family, but everything else in insignificant.

You want to see me erased, lost, or forgotten. Had I been a rookie and you would have been my first match in the history of my wrestling career, then perhaps you may have had a point. But I'm a totally different animal, Brother Grimm - I'm not your average Joe. My name is still heard all over the world and after I die? People are going to still inquire about me and my legacy. Lost? Not really. I regained my sanity and my life when I visited my parents' grave a long time ago and am in a better place now than I once was. Erased? It's not like you can take an Etch-An-Sketch and erase me, then re-draw me into something else that fits your dark, horrible imagination, Brother Grimm. I'm none of the three. I continue to thrive and survive in my career. My name is whispered, talked about, and feared all over the landscape, and I'm not a lost cause either.

But what about you? You see, that's the greatest mystery about you that I wish to hear from you. You tell me that every man has something they fear, so let's hear it, shall we? What is it exactly that you fear, Brother Grimm? Do you fear that you'll never end up in my position? Do you fear that if you take one step outside of the darkness, it will change you in ways you never want to go through? I want YOU to be honest...at least, in one way, I told you that I mainly fear, because it IS an honest answer.

But I know better, Brother Grimm. You never want to tell the world the rest of your story, so even I know what you fear - by revealing yourself, you will have exposed yourself to be something different then what you are attempting to show us now. Yes, you are currently one half of the tag-team champions, Brother Grimm, but you're like me - you were born in a family and you are human. You are clearly not immortal. You risk your story being told, thus, you try to ignite our hearts and minds with a façade that you are comfortable in surrounding yourself with.

But that's where I come in, Brother Grimm, and what I'm about to do you in the ring? You won't like it. Not one bit, because I'm a pursuer of truth and I intend to rip out the outer shell that you cover yourself so desperately and expose the world for what you really are - a coward. That's what you fear right now, isn't it? A coward that cannot fight his own battles and needs the help of a close companion like Goth to hold his hand and guide you. Not to mention alone...

That's what bothers you too...doesn't it? That you are alone, that you are not confident, and that no one in the world can help you, aren't I right? You know for a FACT that I'm right, so don't worry, Brother Grimm. I'll put you in your place and reveal nothing to you after that. With the exception of what's already been mentioned, I truly have no fears. No fear of the dark, no fear of the competition that surrounds me, nothing. That's going to bottle you up, isn't it? That I didn't reveal my darkest horrors to you and you know what? I'm glad I didn't, because it's only going to make things easier for me in our epic clash to gain the upper hand...

It will be all too easy, Brother Grimm. And you know why that is?

It's because you made it all possible for me to do so!

Kain stands up slowly as he spots the blond waitress approaching him with his second cold glass of water, with the lime inside this time. He thanks the waitress, tips her, then walks away. Manuever himself through the crowd, he steps inside the boat and proceeds towards their room, where Ariel is waiting for him. He turns halfway, but stops, his mind running constantly with a million things in his head, but mostly keeping focus on his opponent. He glances at the camera with a serious look on his face...

Since you've been living in the darkness for so long, I thought to enlighten you with a tale of my own, one that does have a point...

Do you remember September 11th, 2001? It was a day that destroyed a lot of American lives, a couple of terrorist attacks that happened by plane. This plan of attack was masterminded by a sadistic, cruel man by the name of Osama Bin Laden. He's one of the many men that you speak of, the one that supposedly came from Cain afterwards. He enjoyed it, thriving on hurting people and making a mockery of them.

Years passed and we were trying to find him. Finally, we did. His location was discovered and the President Of The United States ordered the military to wipe out Osama Bin Laden off the map. A group of Navy Seals infiltrated his base and took him out in the end.

My point? In the story or perhaps fabrication that you enjoy having an orgasm for time and again, especially with that one line...no matter how powerful evil can be, someone better will get the best of them. In your case, you may sound tough, arrogant, confident enough to drive deep into my fears and try to strip away everything that makes me. All you did was make me angry. All you did, Brother Grimm, was make me stronger.

At Climax Control, things are about to get heated fiercely in the kitchen. I already know that I can withstand the heat in the kitchen and survive with no burns or scars inflicted upon me. So the question remains...WILL YOU SURVIVE? Will you do the job and defeat me or will you simply fail and fall from my good graces? You did your best at me, Brother Grimm, but it was all for nothing. I am the King Of Kings for a VERY GOOD reason and I intend to put you to the limit and come out as the better man. Fact is, guys like you, like Casey Williams or Matthew Kennedy...you can throw your best at me with everything you got, but in the end?

I win both the battle AND the war. That same conclusion will happen at Climax Control, whether I know the match ahead of time or not. So say goodbye and fall back to the place you home...the darkness, for it is certainly fitting that you remain there for all eternity!

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

Kain then turns around, opens the door, walks through, and closes the door behind him. The camera pulls away and slowly fades into black.

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Climax Control Archives / Unimpressed
« on: July 19, 2013, 10:46:10 PM »
 Laughlin, Neveda is the stage that's been set for this match, a battle between two men that are determined to destroy each other. It's also the place for a promo that's about to take place, here and now. The camera opens up and gives the audience a nice view of the arena that's located in Laughlin, Neveda. Then it sees something that's standing in the middle of the ring. We can't see who the figure is, because he's all cloaked in black, dressed to stay within the shadows. But those shadows quickly disappear as a shining light from above turns on and stays on him. Then, for the first time, you hear his voice.

Kain: Casey Williams...

The voice is completely recognizable now, the Roulette champion gracing us with his rare, yet incredible presence. He continues to stand motionless, his back still turned to the camera, which slowly makes his descent towards the middle of the ring and then stops, staying right behind him, giving us a clear shot of the man.

Kain: The man that I asked to face at Climax Control, in a match of my own choosing. I wouldn't necessarily call this a dream match of mine, but it was a rewarding opportunity that I simply could not pass up. I could have chosen to fight against a dozen other fighters that were meant to be better challengers. Instead, I honed in on a target that needed to finally take on greatness and to be defeated by greatness. You may have conquered me in tag-team competition, but that was a long time ago, Casey Williams. You and I are about to dance in a clash of our own and only YOU can decide your fate in this match. Not me.

His head is lowered to the ground and he emits a low chuckle that the camera's microphone was barely able to pick up. He raises his head again and remains still once again.

Kain: I would have taken you seriously from that. I would have taken you seriously from the promo that you delivered recently to me. I would have taken you seriously as a man that could have given me the battle of my career and left me dead. What I discovered, from that promo, however, was the complete opposite. That promo did NOTHING to me. It did not frighten me. It did not imitate me. More importantly, that promo cannot be taken seriously due to one thing. Actually, it isn't a thing - it's a man. A man that you keep on taunting for a long time now and in reward, you got the beating of your life by him. You know who he is, don't you? It was the man that took you on last week and made a complete embarrassment of yourself. That man....

He now removes the cowl above his head and lifts a single finger from his left hand.

Kain:...is Mark Ward.

Kain now turns around and glares at the camera with the utmost intensity and passion that filled his eyes. He wants Casey Williams to digests those two words, to feel the rage and anger burning up within him.

Kain: In truth, you could have made me think of you as a serious, lethal threat had you done the ONE THING that no one else, not even I, could do. That would have been to defeat Mark Ward. It would have impressed the hell out of him. It would have impressed the hell out of Christian Underwood. It would have impressed everyone in the locker room. But all it has done, for you, is made you look more like a pig that's begging for attention and is now completely ignored. What Mark Ward sees in you as a competitor, I cannot possibly fathom. And it's true, I have been defeated by him, so I suppose that's one thing you and I have in common. However, what you and I DO NOT have in common is the single, solitary fact that I have EARNED his respect. I doubt you have earned ANYTHING out of him....

The Roulette champion now takes off his black robes and they slowly crumble to the floor. The camera gets an amazing look at the Roulette championship that's strapped firmly around his waist. Unlocking it from behind, Kain puts it over his right shoulder, continuing to look at the camera.

Kain: In fact, how can we take you seriously now? Should we really believe you at your word? "I need to change my attitude and take no prisoners?" Fact is, Casey, you've been handed opportunity after opportunity and while you've been able to overcome a few obstacles standing in your way, you haven't been able to emerge victorious from the major battles that mean the most in your career. Why is that? It's very simple - YOU have held yourself back for the longest time. I haven't. I continue to unleash my rage against those that dare to make a mockery out of me, whether I win or lose. My legacy continues to rise at a rapid rate. Your career, on the other hand, continues to grow boring and stale as all those songs you foolishly bring to life in every promo you've created.

Kain closes his eyes and shakes his head back and forth, then re-opens them.

Kain: Why do you think Mark Ward took advantage of you THAT EASILY? It was like attending his birthday party and you were the piñata that was hanging in the room, only he didn't need to blindfold his eyes because you were such a BIG target to hit constantly! Don't you get it? For all your strength and power, it does NOTHING to help you. You need more than that to defeat someone like Mark Ward, which leads me to my question...

The Roulette champion claps his hand in full and starts to rub them together, swinging them back and forth, grinning like a Cheshire cat.

Kain: If you cannot beat Mark Ward in this game, then what makes you think you have a chance IN HELL...to beat me?

Kain brings his hands up high, on both sides, and spins around momentarily, the camera panning back to capture his actions. He stops fully to adjust the Roulette championship belt on his shoulder before glancing over his shoulder, pointing at both sides of the arena.

Kain: For many years, arenas have been my home. I have fought against multiple foes in my career and in my lifetime, Casey. This is all I know, man, and I am VERY GOOD at this game. I have played this game amongst the very best and have either won or lost. But in the end, one thing remains certain - I have earned their respect. I have made men like you quiver in fear, piss in their pants, and tremble as their thoughts dwell on me. Why is that, Casey? Why is it that I continue to be such a dominating presence? It's because I forged this path for myself. It's because I NEVER held myself back from anything in my life! You can throw me a brand-new challenge, thinking that I would NEVER be able to complete it, and I'll still prove you wrong. When you sit there, sing your songs, tell me that you'll kick my ass an destroy me, that's simply your way of saying "No, Kain, I don't think you're that great, you're worse and I'll show you." It's statements like that, man, that allow me to get BETTER AND BETTER. Why do you think someone like Michael Phelps, the most decorated Olympian of all time, was able to succeed at what he did in his sport? It's because people criticized him, telling him it could NEVER be done.

He lifts a finger, again from his right hand.

Kain: BUT...he did. He did the impossible. It's heroes like him that will forever be remembered, Casey. He made it all possible and is a rich man for it, not just with money, but with his life. He's set. It's the same thing with me, Casey. You can drag my name down in the mud, tell me that I suck plenty of times, but in the end, all you're doing is continuing to taunt and tease until the beast within me comes and punishes you for everything you've said in my face. That's how life works, Casey. You continue to bully and pester me about how I will NEVER get the job done and all you're getting is a fucking burial, six feet below, with no one to care after you. Not even those friends that you hang out with on a daily basis!

He looks away from the camera now, his right hand lowered to his side. In fact, his hands take hold of the Roulette championship and he shows it to Casey, the camera once again zooming in on it before panning back, watching Kain's lips moving, his eyes narrowed towards the piece of machinery.

Kain: You want to know why I'm the champion? You want to know why I am the most complete fighter in the world? It's because I've allowed my actions to speak the full truth, with the words speaking the truth. Do you understand what I'm telling you? The pen may be mightier than the sword, but it's the sword that gets the last laugh, Casey. My sword, as such, will cut you down into pieces. You won't be surviving the Three Stages Of Hell I have planned for you. Your big, ugly punch, your fat, gruesome body, and your slow, abysmal speed will do little to faze me in the confrontation ahead. Mark Ward certainly showed his wicked style of brutality against you, didn't he? I watched that whole match, Casey, and it was like watching a more experienced guitarist playing circles around a novice guitarist. It was a sickening, amazing display of power from him. I don't like the man fully. In fact, he and I don't see eye to eye on many issues, but he has earned my respect. Something that you'll never get from me for you, but I will make you respect me instead. The champion rises above all things, Casey, no matter how bad things get for him and I plan on showing that to you.

He takes a look around the ring, trying to imagine what it will be like for him to wipe Casey Williams out of the planet. He puts down the Roulette championship and ascends the top rope on the northeastern side of the ring, his arms folded. The camera rushes outside and glances up at him, with the King Of Kings's blazing eyes narrowing down on it once again.

Kain: In this lifetime, Casey, you will NEVER be able to best me in combat again. In ages past, you merely got lucky. That was the past, old "friend." Today is now and I intend to correct a wrong that you inflicted upon me a long time ago. Three stages of Hell, Casey...it's going to be a tough night for you. I guarantee it!

He points to the Titantron and the camera swerves to see it in time, flaring to life. It only brings up a single image however, a picture of a family. Two young kids, one a boy, the other a girl. Above them is Kain and Ariel, aka Alex and Lisa, their children Arthur and Rose. The camera then turns back to Kain, who retrieves the Roulette championship and placing it on his shoulder once again, then turns around and views that image. You don't see them, but tears are slowly coming down his eyes, like little soldiers that roll off a cliff after getting shot in some famous war.

Kain: This is really the main reason why I fight. It's my motivation. It's my drive. This is all I need to continue to stay in this profession, Casey! I used to think that it was my sole ambition to become the best fighter that I can possibly be at this point in time. But I've found something new to fight for...had found that reason a long time ago, in fact. It's because of those three special, incredible human beings. They are the reason why I live, why I turned my attitude around, why I've been kicking ass more and more lately. I wish to be a good man to them, Casey, to live out my life as best as I can for not just myself, but for them as well...

Wiping his tears away with his left hand, he regains his composure, the emotion gone from his face, replaced by a mask of demons that haunt him to this day. Those demons are pretty nasty that perhaps not even a psychologist would care enough to examine. The King Of Kings rolls out of the ring and slowly lands on the ground. He looks at the camera with pure distain and hatred towards Casey Williams.

Kain: Tell me something, you worthless asshole. What exactly are you fighting for? Are you fighting for the glory? For victory? For fame or riches? All of them are superficial, but none have any meaning. When you finally reach a point in my life, Casey, you will fully come to understand that. For now, you are as dumb as an ox if you believe you can beat me with what resources and powers you possess now. None of it will come in handy against the fight that will end your life and your career. Believe me, Casey, I intend to atone for the sins for the past and one of those sins was losing against you a long time ago. That ends now, foolish one.

Kain laughs for a second, realizing something.

Kain: I found it surprising that you never bothered to ask an important question to me. Why exactly did I choose you for this unique opportunity? It's very simple - it isn't just to do what's right. It's to teach you a lesson in this life. It's to show you that no matter how far you've come in your journey, there will always be a better man to rape you emotionally, mentally, and physically, leaving you scarred for the rest of your life. Mark Ward brought that type of humiliation and rage out of you, that much was clear. But what he did to you? It's NOTHING compared to what I'm about to put you through at Climax Control.

Kain looks up suddenly and sees Ariel, smiling at him wickedly. Smiling back towards the beautiful figure, the goddess that he has sworn to protect all his life, he slowly walks towards her with great confidence.

Kain: It must hurt you badly, Casey, to know that a woman like that is far out of your league. That being said, I will warn you - if you EVER decide to hurt my family, you are a dead man. They mean EVERYTHING to me, Casey. Everything!

He greets his queen, the love of his life, with a passionate kiss that transcends beyond meaning for anyone to comprehend. Ariel says nothing, holding her man close, rubbing his stomach and chest, looking at him with pure love and admiration. He looks towards the camera for a final time...

Kain: I know of another man. He wrote me a letter, not too long ago, and told me how, in a previous life, you and him were once friends, but it irritated him constantly when you mentioned a statement to him over and over again. "I am your God. Bow down to me." He told me that if I ever had the chance to face you in combat, he would like for me to honor his request. Normally, I don't do such things for the fans, but I'll make this an exception. This is more than just a fan's request; this is a lesson designed fully by me, for you to understand, for you to examine and comprehend until the end of time. Three Stages Of Hell, all chosen by a wheel...none of that matters to me. What matters to me, Casey, is the hell that awaits you inside the ring at Climax Control. After this, perhaps you should consider becoming a professional karaoke singer, because that's all you truly love doing - singing songs that mean nothing to the rest of the world...except for yourself. Then again, that's a bad choice, because they'll probably boo you out of the fucking building! In any case, know this, Casey. Your punch is pathetic. Your display of emotion and fear is pathetic and laughable at best. You have proven NOTHING to me, to Mark Ward, or to anyone as of late. Hell, that match you also showed me was a weak demonstration at best. I need to see you finally turn the tide against me. I want you to take me by surprise, show me that everything you said really wasn't a lie (because let's face it, Casey...it is!). But I doubt you'll even do that, will you? I'm coming back to this very arena, Casey, to kick your sorry, worthless, big ass all over Laughlin, Nevada. You're the first of the last to go, Casey, and I won't be sorry to see you dead and gone from this Earth.

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

Ariel turns Kain's face to her and brings him into another passionate kiss as the camera swerves away and looks solely at the black cloak in the ring. Then everything fades to black and we see no more...

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Climax Control Archives / Questions...
« on: July 05, 2013, 10:36:04 PM »
 Ariel sighed loudly. Here I am, sitting on the ground in my mansion, watching Rose and Arthur walk around and become noisy, only to hear her sigh. That forced me to look up.

Something the matter, Lisa?

She points at the TV screen and I looked straight ahead. Necra is the current Bombshell champion and had a few words to say about it. I listened to her words patiently, although her voice was as vile as an old witch that stirs her cauldron. After her interview ended, I merely chuckled, then looked to Ariel and shrugged my shoulders.

I don't understand people like her. Do they have some kind of powers that we don't know about? It's not like we can raise the dead or have a few slaves around us to do our bidding. I look forward to finally getting in the ring with that woman, if she's still the current Bombshell champion by the time I make my debut.

Suddenly, she felt kicking in her stomach and she groaned out in pain. I quickly stood up, rushed over to her side, gently helping her up. Then I took her and had her sit down in a brown, comfortable lounge chair. She managed to breath a huge sigh of relief, then looked at me and smiled that beautiful smile of hers.

To be honest, my love, I'm not worried about Necra. I'm not worried about any of the Divas. I'm not a woman, so I won't be striking her down at anytime. However, Mercedes will be in my corner and if she's good as she can be, then I'll let her do whatever she believes is right with Necra. Right now, I have my own battle to wage with Max.

He's one half of the Young Lions, isn't he?

I nodded at her.

Yeah, that's right. His buddy, Trevor, was and I think still is his ally. They took on both Frost and I for the tag-team championship and they didn't win the match, but a couple of new foes took out Frost and I. I intend to reform Blood Omen, at some point, and show the whole world that Frost and I are more than a match against anyone that dares to step in our way. In the meantime, here's Max Burke, a competitor who has decent strength and speed, but isn't smart on capitalizing it. I hope, for his sake, my love, that Max is ready to take me on in another fight. It's going to cost him everything once again.

I couldn't help but cover my nose big time as Arthur let out a huge fart. He basically shit in his pants, so I couldn't help but laugh as I took him up and headed into the bathroom. As I walked in, I saw Rose heading towards her mother, who took her up in her arms and they both enjoyed a mother-daughter moment.

It's one of those scenes that remind me that everything will be alright for me, whether I am the current Roulette champion or not.

* * *

In anyone's life, one of the most common aspects of it that they must deal with is questions. Some love asking questions with their friends or loved ones while others like to be alone, pondering such things. Like what, you ask? How about what is the meaning of life? What is it that I, a human being, can do to make this world better? Should I stay on the side of good and be an angel until I can finally ascend to the paradise that's supposedly Heaven or should I become a cold-blooded killer and leave a tail of destruction at my wake and be forced to live in the confines of a burning Hell? It's questions like those that are fine to ask, but really, the biggest question to ask is how in the world Kain, The King Of Kings, was able to destroy Matthew Kennedy and take away everything he wanted in one fell swoop? Now that's a question I have an answer for - I'm awesome. I'm indestructible. I'm the best thing to ever happen in the Sin City Wrestling organization and sooner or later, my eyes will be focused on the SCW Heavyweight championship in the near future. For now, my crosshairs are aimed at the current SCW Bombshell champion, Necra Octavian Kane, and an old foe that I previously clashed with awhile back, Max Burke. Like Necra, I'm not too thrilled about it, but I'll handle it. In fact, I'll more than handle the obstacle that's thrown at me. I didn't become the Roulette champion for no reason and it's times like these when you have to shut up and back it all up with action, for actions obviously speak louder than words. After all, I pretty much brutalized Matthew Kennedy and made him my bitch for the Roulette championship. That match was pretty much effortless, like stealing candy from a baby! This week, I have no doubt that I'll be facing competition, but...unfortunately for them, they are a LITTLE better compared to Matthew Kennedy. Yep, that's an insult right there, one for the ages! So I hope they are ready to throw it down and are prepared to face the King Of Kings as he prepares to teach his herd of sheep a major lesson in the art of ass-kicking!

Necra, your comments intrigued the hell out of me, I must admit. Yes, we are both champions in our own right and knowing your history, I'm sure that you've tangled with some of the best men alive and probably won them all. I don't doubt it, but you see, I'm not like any man you've ever faced. For one, I live by a code. One of the rules of that code, Necra, is that I don't hit women at all. It doesn't matter if I chose to strike first or if they strike me. But of course, that's what this....Mecedes Vargas is for, isn't she? She's there to keep an eye on you and should you try to cause any trouble, she'll be there to put YOU down. So you see, I don't have to worry about you in the end, because should I defeat you both by annihilating Max for the hundredth time and then pinning his sorry ass for the 1-2-3, I would have already proven myself to you, haven't I? Then again, I don't need to prove ANYTHING to you whatsoever, you creepy lady! I've already done everything that I wanted to in my life, Necra, so I honestly don't have to "fight like a man" to gain your respect. Oh and I'm going to provide you a LITTLE warning - if you know me well, then you should know my wife, Ariel. When she is done with her pregnancy and is ready to fight, that Bombshell title that you currently hold around your waist? Sooner or later, it's going to be HER title to wield. I want you to understand something; Ariel doesn't take shit from anybody. So, if anything, Ariel, in one way or another, will either face you or the next SCW Bombshell champion for that title and once her mission is done, that title will NEVER belong to you again. So if I were you, I would cherish every precious moment you have with that title. If I was a woman right now, all I would have to do is just snap my fingers and that title would be mine. So go on ahead, Necra, feel safe and comfortable, keep on using Max to try and take me down. But when Mercedes and I win this fight, you are most certainly going to be thinking twice before dueling with me again, foolish girl. While I respect the fact that you are a champion in your own right, don't ever assume that I won't come after you at all, because all I have to do is WIN. Once I accomplish that, that would mean that I didn't have to lift a single finger to touch you for the win. How insulting would that be? Oh and do me a favor - don't rely on Max Burke for your victory. He won't take you anywhere...

Isn't that right, Max? You and I have had some furious battles in the past for the tag-team titles, but I overcame you, with Frost as my tag-team partner. Max, this could be the most important battle of your life, because should you win (which I know for a fact you won't), it could easily give you the #1 contender ship for the Roulette title. News flash, however - that will NEVER happen. I really hope you took the time to sit down and glance at the footage of my matches with Kennedy? Did you see the hopelessness, the despair, the rage that flowed through his body when he realized that nothing would ever go his way? Did you see how I easily took him out of the picture and showed the whole world that when Kain wants something, he gets it! I want you to understand something; when I'm in the ring, you don't want me to be your opponent. You don't want me to be the guy that's facing you down, because it's that guy that's going to make it his mission to destroy you completely. I'm not some average Joe on the street, Max, I'm the most complete fighter in the world, capable of winning in any kind of match. I'm sure you'll think that I have all the pressure in the world when I'm in the ring, champion or no champion, but let me assure you - I THRIVE on pressure. It is my BUSINESS to stay cool, confident when the heat in the kitchen intensifies to a boiling level, so hot that no one can withstand it's endless punishment! But I can, Max, and I will, just for the sake for watching fools like you bleed profusely, cursing me from afar, wondering how the hell I got the best of you YET AGAIN. Oh don't get it twisted now; I know that you are a tough cookie. I know that you can handle yourself in the ring, whether your words and actions are a joke or not outside the ring. But believe me, the dances I've had with you were mediocre at best. You gave it EVERYTHING you had against me before and you lost it. Once again, we are able to clash in another dance of brutality and once again, I will be the one walking away with the victory. Only I will ensure that the legacy of Kain survives yet again. It's all thanks to people like you and Necra, of course, because you guys make it THAT simple for me to accomplish things on my own terms. So I suggest you prepare hard, because I'm coming at you with guns blazing from all directions!

I want you both to understand something...I'm not going down without a fight. It doesn't matter if you know of me or my history, Necra. It doesn't matter, Max, that we fought in the past. What matters is today and today, I'm the current SCW roulette champion. I will make sure that I stay that way for a VERY long time. I don't intend on giving up on this belt anytime soon, because I intend to make a career out of it. I'm going to be surpassing Thatcher Rex as the world's greatest Roulette champion and I'm going to continue on, striving to stay in prime perfection and improve myself mentally, spiritually, and physically. I don't care much for the rules that entail in the Roulette match, but so be it. I'll be glad to put my life, my reputation, and my career on the line to make an example out of you both, to show that I am the greatest thing to ever be a part of this unique, wonderful organization! It was Mark Ward and Christian Underwood that gave me the ball and I'm now running with the ball in hand. So I want you to ask yourselves some questions as you enter the match this week. What exactly will it take to defeat Kain and Mercedes? What must I do to ensure a victory? Should I come out and be completely unpredictable so that I can somehow take Kain and Mercedes off their game? Now, all of those questions are important, but they aren't significant to me, because I already know the answers. It will take more than what you already have to slay me. It will take a cunning, quick gameplan to take me off my feet. It will take more than simple unpredictability to win. You are about to face the greatest challenge in your life, lady and gent, and I hope you both are ready for the devastating outcome at this week's Climax Control. If I lose, I'll be pissed, no doubt, but you know what? That may have been one battle, but I WILL win the war and it all begins again on Sunday. Questions will be asked by many and I'll answer them all and silence the nagging critics once again.

For I am Kain, the King Of Kings! And I...have spoken!  

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Climax Control Archives / Clear Intentions
« on: June 07, 2013, 07:29:56 AM »
 I can’t believe it. As if Rose and Arthur weren’t enough…

My absence from SCW can be explained with a legitimate reason; Ariel was pregnant with twins once again. As if Arthur and Rose would be enough for the ordeal ahead, but whoever is watching over us from the heavens surely must be blessing me and my family with twins. Not identical, however, like Arthur and Rose, which is a good sign. I honestly don’t know how I could have handled three girls or three boys at once. Two girls and two boys would be just fine by Ariel and I.

It has nothing to do with my decision on Team SCW or the fact that things haven’t gone as well as they should the last time I was here. Real-life priorities with family took over and I had to concentrate more on those that I love and care about than the drama that is currently unfolding in Sin City Wrestling. I spoke to Mark Ward about all this and told him that Ariel needs a little more time before she is able to put her mindset on fighting and wrestling. There is no way that she would allow herself to battle the divas for their title while under pregnancy. She immediately discarded the idea for the time being and not only do I support her decision, I agree with it. No harm will befall on my wife or my children in any way, shape, or form.

However, that still leaves me to still support my family. The good news is that even if I am not fighting, my name is still being heard all over the world, champion or not. My merchandise is selling rapidly by the day. My phones, both home and cell, are being called constantly, with many offers for possible TV shows, movies, music albums, just about anything that a man could ask for, all calls from legit managers of famous celebrities that see the endless possibilities of Kain and what they could do for their company and the money that would roll in quickly. While I’m pleased to make a few appearances for SCW every now and then, whether it’s in a quick cameo appearance in a TV show or two or to be on a talk show and promote the company and see people’s eyes light up with fire once they see all the action that unfolds in SCW, I’m more interested in combat. I’m more interested in taking on challenges that are stacked against me, to overcome them all and to make a stand on my two feet, proving myself to the world and to those that doubt me that I am to be taken seriously and with the highest regard.

More importantly, I am interested in championship gold. Teaming with Lucian Frost, my ally, and winning the tag-team championships isn’t enough. I’m hungry for gold and I’ll do whatever it takes to shake up any division that I chose to strike in and take the gold from those who currently hold it, to bring it back around my waist and be called a champion once again. Truth is, I’m already a champion, even if I’m not a belt holder. After all, you’re hearing from the same guy that has been conducting fighting seminars and has passed on his knowledge of fighting to thousands of individuals that wish to study under my leadership, whether it may be male or female. People know of the potential that continues to be released from The King Of Kings and I have no intention of stopping in my quest to be a champion again in Sin City Wrestling, to go after someone that is actually a legitimate threat to that division and to take their belt from them.

It’s not personal. It’s just business!

Last week, I struck. A pathetic peon known as Matthew Kennedy had a bounty placed on his head and I decided to destroy him that week, taking out his goons before he threw the first punch. He should have NEVER connected with that shot! By punching me in the face, he brought out the vicious beast within me and I gave him a beating that he’ll NEVER forget in his lifetime, ramming his head into the soda machine countless times and watched, with great satisfaction I might add, as he fell to the floor, bleeding profusely, completely taken by surprise of the attack. Why did I attack him? Was it just for the money that the bounty promised…or was it something more that I wanted out of the poor, delusional fool? People were obviously mystified of my relentless assault on the snarky, little bastard, but don’t worry though; everything I do is for a reason and I had every intention of explaining those reasons for the entire world. And now, after what happened, a match has been decided; Matthew Kennedy has no choice but to face the King Of Kings in glorious combat, only to fall by my sword and to declare me supreme than anyone else out there, including HIMSELF.

I looked forward to the challenge and to quickly annihilate this foe, perhaps put him in the hospital quickly enough to the point of where Thatcher, this unnamed challenger, and I would not have to deal with this worthless cockroach that stands before us at Into The Void II.

Flying towards Santa Barbara, California, in my own private plane, I witnessed Matthew’s insane rant on television, promising himself a victory that would “carry his momentum over” into the pay-per-view. I can’t help but shake my head at the man. I don’t know what aspires him to do nasty things towards people these days, but he’s about to encounter someone that isn’t about to make his day any more pleasant than it would hopefully be for him.

My cell phone is ringing with an audible hum and I picked it up from my table and opened it up to connect.

Kain.

I’m guessing you saw his promo, didn’t you?

Yeah, I did. I’m not intimidated by this low-life punk at all. He’ll be easy to take out at Climax Control. If I take him out of the picture completely, I won’t have to worry about him as much as I will with Thatcher Rex and this unnamed challenger, my love. Sooner or later, I plan on winning that title honorably and carrying the Roulette division to untold heights. Thatcher Rex is a great champion, my love, but once he takes me on, he’ll find me to be a challenge, not to mention someone that can and will defeat him at Into The Void II. But my energy isn’t focused on him right now; Matthew Kennedy is my primary focus.

Good luck, sweetheart. I’ll be with you as soon I can.

I hung up the phone and placed it back on the table, then glanced at the warm, blue-sky, thinking of the terror that I couldn’t wait to instill onto Matthew Kennedy this week.

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Matthew Kennedy...

I used to watch you from the shadows, when my mind wasn't focused elsewhere. These days, however, I have officially considered you to be a waste of my time and effort. The reason for it is very simple, Matthew Kennedy; it's because you aren't that good in the business. Maybe, back then, you screamed potential, a man that finally had what it took to possibly destroy us all and take up the biggest prize in the Sin City Wrestling alliance. But, as time passed by, my expectations of you began to perish quickly, since the nature of your personality truly revealed itself to be that of a coward and a liar. A coward because you stole a man's rightful title and a liar because you make yourself to be a VICTIM when, in fact, you are a CRIMINAL. Sure, you could provide this argument that I have fought in illegal tournaments back in the day and am therefore no different. Perhaps, but that is no longer the case, because I've now made sure that every fight I participate in is one of legal standing, even in the underground circuit. After all, you're talking to the man that took over every territory in that circuit and changed the rules, so now everything is legit and no matter who challenges me, Matthew, I make sure to do my job and annihilate them in the process, all for the sake of proving myself to be the best that I can possibly be. But today isn't about the past, Matthew Kennedy, so I'm getting a little sidetracked. I want you to know that I'm not focusing on the Roulette title this week, nor am I focused on Thatcher Rex or even this unnamed challenger as much, even though I'll talk a little bit about Thatcher Rex and his title defense in a bit. More importantly, this week, I'm solely focused on the little boy that can't tell the truth at all and feels like everything should be handed to him on a silver platter. Matthew Kennedy, you know NOTHING of hard work, perseverance, and determination. This week's Climax Control, you're about to find out that you walked into the wrong place, at the wrong time. When I am finished with you, I want you to think of this as a lesson in violence, along with discovering the truth about me and my violent tendencies. Forget the family man that exists outside the ring, Matthew Kennedy, because he's no longer in plain sight once his music hits and he enters those ropes, challenging all who dare to block Kain, The King Of Kings, and his path to victory. Some have gotten away with a win, most have failed. You, my forgettable, miserable little "friend", are no doubt the latter and I plan on showing you exactly how much of a coward, a loser, and a worthless cockroach you've turned out to be after all this time.

You see, I find it incredibly stupid and ridiculous that you grew to be a jealous man for no reason. I've watched Thatcher Rex perform and I have to say, he's one of the best fighters that we have on the roster. The biggest difference between you and him is that he IS a man! He never backs down from a fight and always gives his opponents more than a hundred-percent in every match that he's booked in. Win or lose, he just accepts the nature of the beast and moves on without crying about it. Something that YOU do not accomplish on a daily basis, don't you? So you had to do the one thing that more than likely insults him the most and I'm pretty sure that he has a few choice words about you on it - you stole his Roulette championship. That's not the actions of a man, Matthew Kennedy, that's the actions of a coward who is deluded and insane in his own thinking, probably right up with the insanity and mindless rants of one Goth, one of my most-hated adversaries currently. Let's get something straight; it doesn't matter who carries the title, whether it is Thatcher Rex at the moment or if I should be the rightful owner after Into The Void II concludes, because it honestly doesn't belong to you. Never has, never will be. And you know why, you little shit? It's because you never worked hard in your life, something that your own parents should have taught you when you were a little kid. I guess that lesson failed to make an impact on you and your worthless career, didn't it? Basically, it all comes down to you being a dishonorable boy who hasn't made much of an impression to himself or anybody around here lately. Do you honestly believe that your boss, Erik Staggs, really cares about any contribution you make for his idiotic group of friends? No. That little man was always for himself, Matthew, and I honestly doubt he cares for your well-being and safety. To him, you're probably just a spoke on the wheel, another body to be used until it has served it purpose, only to be discarded like trash. That's your problem in the end, Matthew, and I'm glad that I don't have to worry about it. My job, however, is to inflict as much pain and punishment as I possibly can unto a soulless degenerate like you. Talented warrior? I'm more than that, asshole. I'm the biggest thing to EVER happen in the Sin City Wrestling organization, the greatest legend ever told in the world of professional wrestling, so you can take your minor praise and shove it directly up your ass, because I don't want your empty words of encouragement. What I want is to destroy the entity that's Matthew Kennedy and believe me when I tell you, that's going to happen, whether you like it or not! You're going to give that title back to Thatcher Rex (or he'll probably steal it right back from you at this week's Climax Control) and if that's the case, I won't stop him. I will, however, meet him on the battlefield at Into The Void II and make sure to show him, you again (unfortunately) and this unnamed challenger that I am the rightful bearer of the Roulette title and I WILL carry out that promise, Matthew. There's not a damn thing that you or anybody in the world can do about it!

Now, you talk to me about Mark Ward, about Team SCW, and why I am allied with them. Honestly? I don't need to explain ANYTHING to you, because I've carried that out when I faced Erik Staggs and his crew, all those weeks ago, and revealed my true intentions. I don't ever want to be associated with a man that is empty on his promises and lies to his own people and it's unfortunate that you decided to pair up with that pathetic man, a man who is really nothing but a façade that tries so hard to be charming and willing to help you when he is currently neither. Mark Ward, despite our history, and I actually agree on a few things, but let it be known that I am not his puppet and he clearly understands that, Matthew. You know why? Because at some point, after this is all said and done, that truce will die and I will immediately resume my journey to possibly settling the score with the man. He knows what's up, Matthew Kennedy; he's a very smart man, UNLIKE YOU. You, Matthew Kennedy, are more comfortable with being a follower than a leader, someone who allows others to control your thinking, your emotional and mental state of mind, and force you to do their deed, all the while you never giving a second thought of their true intentions. That's sad, Matthew Kennedy, the blind leading the blind. You ask me, Matthew, and I will tell you that both Mark AND Christian have made a hell of an effort in convincing me and being truthful, whether they like me or not. I know and am well-aware that our clash will be a win/loss thing for either team, so my forthcoming victory over you will be another win in this war, something that I have no doubt you'll be unhappy with. Hell, kid, you'll probably scream in rage, blaming something else other than yourself for being "screwed over" as you adequately put it. No, Matthew, when I pummel you into submission this week and showcase my supremacy once again, the only blame to be found is the one you need to put on your shoulders. Everything you do in life, KID, is on you and it's another lesson that your parents failed to teach you, didn't they? I look forward to this match, because I'm going to be the son of a bitch that's going to put you in place a thousand times over, Matthew Kennedy, and the only thing you can do is to literally shut up and enjoy every moment of the beating that I have planned for you.

And speaking of beatings, did you enjoy the one I recently gave to you? You know, where I took out your inept goons and slammed your head into that soda machine? You should have NEVER punched me in the face like that, because I'm an angry man and when you get me angry, I'm not a very nice guy to be dealing with in at that time and space. It's funny that you never mentioned that beating and it's even more funnier that you tried to act like NOTHING EVER HAPPENED. Please tell me that you are kidding, young "man", because that beating should have lodged into your brain permanently, Matthew Kennedy. That beating, unfortunately for you, is the beginning of your end, little one. Consider it a sample of my indestructibility, a taste of my undeniable powers that only I possess. No one can help but respect me once they have felt my terrible strength in combat for the first time. Go ahead, ask anyone that has faced me in the past, if they have won against me; Rage, Mark Ward, Goth, Casey Williams, ask anyone of them and they will tell you that I am, pound for pound, one of the strongest, if not THE strongest, fighter they've ever encountered in their entire career! If they tell you this, then you shouldn't doubt their word or their truth, because it is real. My strength, my speed, my cunning, and my ability to think faster than anyone else on the roster or on the damn planet, for that matter, is second to none! I HAVE NO EQUAL! You are about to be joining those victims that have felt my horrible wrath, Matthew Kennedy. You are about to finally understand what it is like to cross swords with a man that doesn't have anything to lose and everything to gain. That's what makes a man like me all the more dangerous, you worthless shit. I'm the kind of man that is hungry for domination and is willing to go above and beyond the call of duty to set things right and to place myself at the top of the game. Sooner or later, I am going to be challenging Jordan Williams for the SCW Heavyweight championship, something that I see you NEVER doing in your lifetime, Matthew Kennedy, and I WILL WIN THAT TITLE. But that's in the distant future. Today, it's all about you and in the near future, it's all about the Roulette title, something that I'll be happy with earning rightfully and honorably when it's all said and done!

Now, I've never been in a Roulette match before, so I honestly don't know what to expect from that. What I do expect, however, is no matter what the rules may be, you're still going down in flames. I'll be the one, in the end, with his hand held up so high, while you are lying on the mat, bleeding profusely, looking up at me and wondering just exactly what the hell you got yourself into. Truth be told, it wasn't just the bounty that I desired from you when I first heard about it from Mark. The reason why I attacked you isn't just for the sake of the Roulette championship either; it's because I finally wanted to teach you a lesson in everything. I wanted to be the man that would forcibly drag you into the school of pain, the kind of pain that only I can deliver, and show you exactly what it is like to take all that punishment and eventually leaving you lying in the dust. It's because, Matthew Kennedy, I've been wanting to shove every word, every lie, and every action you chose to say and do and shove it down your throat for the longest time. I just never had the time to do so because my mind was pre-occupied on other matters that I had to attend to at the time. This time, however, you will have no excuses. You will have no one to cry to, especially with those jackals you call "friends". They won't help you from me, the most powerful beast on the planet! You should think of me as a dangerous animal trapped in a small cage; my perfect teeth are really fangs, my body riles up with anger and rage, and I emit grunts, growls of pent-up frustration like a dog or wolf growling from some deep pit within. And when that cage is finally opened, it's pretty much all over, Matthew Kennedy. I want you to think of that image and have it planted within your mind, your consciousness. Why? Because that's exactly the kind of carnage and destruction I plan on doing to you at Climax Control. Quite frankly, I don't know what a Roulette Rules match entails, simply because I've never been in one in my legendary career. However, if the higher-ups listen to me well, then all I ask is that my first clash with you is one of violence and brutality. It is my job to destroy the weak, the make sure that only the strong survive and for the strongest one, such as myself, to rule them all with an iron fist!

By now, Matthew Kennedy, I hope you understand my clear intentions with you. You want to think of this as a formality? Think of our first confrontation as a PRELUDE! Think of this as the beginning of a relationship, where I become dominant against you, time and again, whereas you become the one that cannot help but submit to my godlike powers that's beyond your pathetic comprehension! I'm going to take you out of the game, Matthew Kennedy; you won't survive long enough to have a shot at the Roulette championship, because I plan on taking all that away from you. I plan on being a vicious son of a bitch in the ring against you. You can laugh futilely at all this and attempt to show an ounce of courage against me, but it will all be for NOTHING. Thatcher Rex will get his title back and he will face me for the Roulette championship. Truth be told, I respect him more than I will ever respect you, Matthew Kennedy, and if that gets you under your skin, then mission accomplished! But that doesn't mean that I'll let him or the unnamed challenger off the hook; they too will finally realize the truth about the devastation and the emotional toll that I will grant them at Into The Void II. In your case, however, you won't be getting any chance. If, by some miracle, you end up getting away from me and either losing or, whoever forbid, become victorious, mark my words; you are going to perish painfully and horribly from Sin City Wrestling. You, Matthew Kennedy, will become a victim of my amazing success, success that continues to swing upwards. You will be nothing but a stepping stone to my everlasting greatness, Matthew. That Roulette title will NEVER be yours until you WIN IT and so far, I've yet to see you do the job correctly! Whether it's Thatcher retaining or the unnamed challenger and I taking over the reigns from them, one thing is for sure; your life is mine and I'm going to kill both you and the career that you've amassed for yourself! Once that is realized, only YOU will be the one to be canceled from the program - FOR GOOD!

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

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Supercard Archives / Tag-Team Gold Is Coming Home To Blood Omen!
« on: April 19, 2013, 08:35:02 AM »
 I stood in the crowd, in Detroit, Illinois, draped in black, sunglasses covering my eyes, and watched as my wife was beating down on an opponent of her choosing.

In order to regain her instinct and fire, the aspects that made her completely dangerous, she threw an open challenge to any woman that dared to make a name for themselves at her expense. For the past couple of weeks now, she hasn't been training; she's been fighting. She's a fighter that's not to be messed with for any reason; she's very skilled and HIGHLY dangerous and her recent opponents found that out the hard way.

Ariel is more of a submissive, MMA fighter that knows just about everything I know. She and I fought in the underground circuit, after all; we both know how this game is played. You can do everything you can against either one of us and we will always find a weakness to expose and end the fight, whether it's by knocking you out or making you submit.

The opponent that she was facing now was feeling the truth as she screamed for her life. I watched, in mesmerizing awe, as my wife, Ariel, dressed in MMA gear of her own making, break her opponent's arm in half. In the world of underground fighting, there are no rules. Anything goes and this allows my wife to go to the extreme in every way possible. Injuries are bound to happen and I'm sure that Mark and Christain are well-aware of just how strong or good Ariel can be in the ring. Truth is, a fight like this is a perfect example of putting the entire Bombshell division on notice; Ariel will make her in-ring debut and things will NOT be so kind for the ladies in that division.

Ariel got out of her submissive manuever and rolled away from her opponent, rising to her feet. I looked into her eyes and saw nothing but malice, no signs of pity or even remorse. What I saw was part of the reason why I fell in love with that woman years ago.

It was dark, on this Saturday night. I already heard about the scheduled match that's happening for me, where Frost and I will be getting a major chance at regaining the gold and already have a few things to say about the matter at hand. But tonight, I wasn't focused on that. I was focused on Ariel.

She was breathing hard as she stepped away from the fight, a lot of cash in her hand. She and I made our living as fighters here and became millionaires out of it. We are financially set and I'm sure her opponent's backers are NOT pleased with tonight's result. But she didn't care. The crowd stepped aside for her as she made their way towards me. Once she stood in front of me, I took off my glasses and waited for her to recognize me.

At first, she didn't. She saw me, at first, as another man that she sees in her life, perhaps someone that could only touch her from a safe distance, but never have her. Then that look of malice dropped and it was replaced by love, as she fiercely kissed me and hugged me tight. She let go of me and someone screamed from behind. She didn't have to look, for she knew who it was. Her opponent, whose arm Ariel broke a second ago, came charging at her.

Without any warning ahead of time, Ariel whipped around and unleashed a sickening 360 tornado kick, her foot smashing directly into her opponent's face. She spun in the air briefly before hitting the ground, unconsciousness. The cameras were catching all of this, by the way, so it made me wonder if Misty was already worried about Ariel or she was being her true self, trying to laugh it off as mere child's play? If only Ariel could her hands on her...

She turned around and smiled, then she came close and whispered something into my ear, her words barely audible to me and to no one else.

I haven't lost the touch after all these years...

Then she took my hand and rode away from the crowd. I took one glance back at her opponent and shook her hand.

She wasn't lying. She was telling the truth and I, Kain, The King Of Kings, look forward to personally seeing the love of my life at work in the SCW.

I am so lucky to have her...

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The King Of Kings is here and when he is speaking, you better pay attention!

You know, I normally don't say this for anybody, but Christain Underwood is a man that has earned my respect. He works hard, is confident, and makes sure to get the job done when necessary and actually brings it just about every time he is confronted by enemies or people who don't like him. So leave it to him to either make the situation a lot more interesting or twisting the knife in each of us and watches, with glee, as to how we all react.

As for me? Despite my respect for him, I harbor no love for triple-threat matches, especially with what I went through in the past. I was thrown into unusual circumstances and had to deal with partners that didn't stand out too well and didn't do their jobs properly. That's why I lost those fights. Today, however, it could be a different story. Although Frost wasn't on top of his game last time, he's shown that he made a difference and got the victory against The Forgotten. He's the one that won it for us, but most importantly, we acted like a TEAM. Like how we should've been against Ace Baldwin and Kevin Carter.

This time, Frost and I will take the opportunity and settle the score between us and those paper champions. Those titles are ours for the taking. They're merely holding it for us, polishing them and making us shine real good for us to get it back from him. Come to think of it, Thatcher Rex, whom I hope to clash with in the future, is wrong in a sense. Sure, the tag-titles may be the bottom rung, as far as championship belts go, but when any tag-team holds them in their possession, it gives people the impression that they are the best at what they do.

Truth is though, that's ONLY for the right team, such as Blood Omen. Not Kevin Carter and Ace Baldwin. Turns out that the whole thing was a fluke in itself. It isn't just the fact that Frost wasn't up to his game that night, Kevin and Ace somehow got all the stars aligned and made it happen. This time, those tag-belts will no longer be around their waist when Hostile Takeover comes lurking around the corner!

That's what Hostile Takeover is going to be all about. Forget all the other championship matches that have been booked. Forget about the minor matches that will take place. This is the only match that everyone will want to lay their eyes on, because Frost and I are going to be weaving a tale of destruction and power that's so devastating that none of you will be left standing in our wake. After all, you DID see what happened to the Forgotten, right? They claim they would be able to beat us and move on, but Frost and I stood our ground! Frost and I, as Blood Omen, as a unit, as a team, we worked together to put away those punks and leave them lying in the dust! And now, because the tag-team championships are on the line, Frost and I are willing to put EVERYTHING on the line for our gold. Those straps that you both are carrying, Kevin and Ace? They were NEVER meant for you assholes; they were meant for the likes of Blood Omen!

Yeah, I know what you both are going to say. "We beat you and we are champions." You actually want to know what happened? It was nothing more but a FLUKE that enabled you to defeat us, nothing more but a stroke of luck on your side that night. On top of that, Frost didn't have his head in the game and wasn't focused as I was that night. Not that I'm placing any blame on him, just telling exactly like it is. BUT...if you think Frost is going to be off our game and that I'm the one that has to carry the load one more time, think again. Frost and I are back and stronger than ever. We should have gotten a rematch a week after our loss, but that didn't happen. This time, we have been given the opportunity and I'm telling you both, as paper champions, you WILL be surrendering those belts to us. You have NO RIGHT to be champions in this lifetime. Not now. Not ever!

What you accomplished that night was in the past. Today is here and I ASSURE you, Frost and I are not walking away until we emerge victorious at Hostile Takeover.

And already I can hear the taunts headed our way. "No way in hell you both are able to defeat us. We are better than you. We are champions because of that night." One victory over us doesn't mean that it's compeltely over for Blood Omen. Ask the Young Lions, who have tried in vain to destroy us and couldn't get the job done. Ask Goth and his last partner, Casper The Friendly Ghost, on how ruthless and powerful they've tried to be, and we defeated them time and again. DO NOT waste your time telling us that we are a joke for the rest of the world to see. Sorry, you little shits, but that's not the truth. The truth is, Blood Omen is being recognized as one of the greatest, if not THE GREATEST, tag-team combination ever invented in the scene. We aren't going away anytime soon...

So if I were you, Ace and Kevin, I suggest you both pray very hard to whatever god you bow to and cling on to any beliefs that apparently make you stronger every day in your life. Why? Because at Hostile Takeover, Kain and Frost, Blood Omen, will be focused and ready to slaughter the champions and the other challengers that also want the gold for their grubby, greedy hands. No one is safe that night, boys. Trust me when I tell you, things are going to get VERY ugly inside that ring. I'm going to do exactly what I do best every day; kicking ass and taking names!

If it means making you both bleed profusely, so be it. If it means breaking every bone in your body (and trust me, I know more than one way to skin a cat harshly!), so be it. Frost and I will do this and so much more, if only to gain the championship belts and bring them back home, where they belong.

Now, as for Goth and Brother Grimm...

I'll be honest with this other team. I've watched Brother Grimm from the shadows and he's an interesting one, I'll give him that. But the truth is, I honestly have no intention of knowing him personally, nor do I care about him either. However, he's a serious threat that will be taken into serious consideration, because he's done decently well. Hell, Goth may have more than a slim chance of winning this time because of you, Brother Grimm, but not by much. You'll give a good fight, Grimm, and fight to your last breath. But it won't be enough. You'll need more than your scary presence to get the job done against Blood Omen. For now, I'll leave it up to you as to how you'll respond.

And I'm sure that you'll respond in a nasty fashion and you know what? I look forward to shrugging off your threats, push away your idealogies, and respond with ferocity and anger in kind. Truth be told, Grimm, I have no time for games around here. What I do is for my benefit solely around here and I answer to no one. However, all of you DO answer to me, the TRUE King Of Kings, and all of you, yourself included, Brother Grimm, will acknowledge me and fear me. That's how the way of the world works, Grimm; either you submit to my power or suffer the consequences. It doesn't matter if you win today, I'll be winning the war in the future and annihilate all who oppose me.

I'm coming at you and your partner with everything I got, Grimm. It's simply a matter of time before you lose and be forced to go back to the drawing board. I hope you are prepared for the greatest loss to ever happen in your career, because our moment as Blood Omen is now!

Now, for Goth...

Where in the world should I start with you....

For the longest time, you've been completely obsessed about me. I haven't said a damn thing to you. Want to know why? It's because I've put you behind me. You've lost to me, time and again, and I've destroyed you and your pathetic world each time. And now you come back on the air, airing your troubles and sorrows about this whole situation, getting more and more angry about me.

Goth, you need to wrap your head about one thing; my world doesn't revolve around you. It never has been and it never will be. Yet I have to deal with this madness because of you. Because of you, Goth, the one who insists on determing a winner in all of this, I must undertake this journey of darkness to defeat you. Last time, that didn't happen. I'm sure you'll agree with me on this, but our war is far from over. You still have to pay for your crimes against me. Remember now? The crimes on you betraying me, taking away everything I once had at the Asylum Wrestling Alliance organization. Every sin you've committed against me, Goth, will be paid back tenfold. It won't be this match, I assure you. A day will come when you and I will meet, one final time, to discover the truth about us, the truth that we all knew in the first place....

That I was and will always be better than you. That you will acknowledge me as the King Of Kings, my title, MY RIGHT, and that you are nothing but a mere shadow of your former, powerful existence.

This match, Goth? You care nothing for the titles. You care nothing for your partner, the Brother Grimm. You care for nothing but my destruction, which will ultimately be denied. Instead, what you will be granted with is a bitter pill for you to swallow, more dark bruises and wounded pride to be earned throughout the match. You are not going to like Hostile Takeover, Goth. You are not going to enjoy the fact that Blood Omen is going to do everything within its power to take away the tag-team championships from the paper champions. Most importantly, I'm going to be taking any and all chances from you on ending me that night. I'm going to make you BEG for more, because you want me that badly day and night. Hell, I feel sorry for your worthless bitch, Sapphira, because you think about me more than you think of her!

And speaking of that worthless bitch, Goth, did you not like it when Ariel got in her face and beat the living hell out of her last time? Did you not like it when Ariel got involved? You need to look at your woman, Goth, and tell her that she has NO RIGHT to be part of the mess that SHE dragged herself in. She got what she deserved, Goth, and should Ariel cross paths with Sapphira again, she will end her for me. I don't even have to tell her to do anything, Goth, because she'll do it in a hearbeat.

This obsession that you have for my wife is sickening at best. You will NEVER touch my wife. You will NEVER lay a finger on her. She does not crave, desire, or want you at all. Do you not understand that? In fact, shouldn't your worthless bitch be enough for you? I guess it's no surprise, Goth, since you amuse and torture other women to the delight of yourself and at the expense of Sapphira. Isn't that true, Gothic One? Isn't it true that only you care about yourself and only want what's best for you? Of course it is! Goth doesn't care about Team SCW. Goth doesn't care about SCW in the first place! All Goth cares about is making himself #1. Fuck everything else that the world offers you as long as it benefits you, right?

While everything I do benefits me, at least I don't keep my wife out of everything. She and I share everything together. You don't and that's one of the many reasons why you are a failure, Goth, why you are not someone that I need to worry about as much in the end. Truth is, Goth, you did this to yourself. By airing your grief to the world, you forced Christain Underwood to step out of the shadows and force his hand. I saw you smile after his speech, because it got you exactly what you wanted.

Or so you thought...

No, Goth. It only landed you into more trouble. You continue to dig a hole that you'll be buried in. It won't happen at Hostile Takeover, "friend", but I will bury you in the future. Instead, what will happen is me inflicting some of the worst pain you'll ever feel one more time. I assure you, Goth, Hostile Takeover will be one of the worst nights in your career. Hostile Takeover will not be a day of rejoice or celebration for you and your twisted, insane mind. No, Goth, that day belongs to Blood Omen, where Frost and I will put ourselves on the forefront of the battlefield, risking life and limb to obtain what's rightfully ours, what you never really cared about; the SCW tag-team championships.

I've moved on from you, Goth, but you keep coming back into my life. It won't be at this PPV, but I assure you, Goth, I'm going to do everything in my power to destroy you. Mark my words, I'm sure you'll get away and run like the coward you are in the end. You'll come into this match, beat me up, get a lot of cheap shots, and then run away. That's fine. But at Hostile Takeover, I'll be winning the championships with Frost by my side. I'll be the one reaping all the rewards. And when that day comes, the time for us to fight each other alone, I swear to you, Goth, you will pay for everything you've done against me. You will acknowledge me as the TRUE King Of Kings and you will bow to me and my superiority.

Until then, I'll be satisfied enough with another victory over you at Hostile Takeover!

For I am the Kain, the TRUE King Of Kings, and I...have spoken!

37
Climax Control Archives / Your Name Suits You Well...
« on: April 12, 2013, 11:25:29 PM »
 I need to be alone, Alex.

I looked into her eyes and saw a fiery determination that rose from a pit that was slumbering and just came alive without warning. Knowing Ariel for this long, I recognized the change within her instantly and I could tell that this was one of those times where she needed to be alone.

Sure, sweetheart. You do what you have to do. I'll keep an eye on the kids.

She nodded once, kissed me gently on the lips, then departed the mansion, with a black duffel bag wrapped around her shoulder. As I turned away and moved towards Arthur and Rose, my two kids, my ears picked up the sound of one of the many cars we owned as it backed out of the garage and then kept driving away from the road.

To clairify, it wasn't like we were arguing or were distant from each other. Far from it. She needed her own space because she has been wanting to get back into the game, ever since she saw me return to the game, thanks in part to the SCW. More than that, she realized herself that, in order to make a better life for her children, she has to fight and become the unstoppable badass that she was when I met her all those years ago...and still is. She has to place herself in a mental state of mind that leaves out all distractions.

She's unlike anyone that I've ever seen and she's taken on every female opponent possible back in the underground circuit and has defeated them all. She continues to remain queen in that territory and thus far, not a single female competitor has yet to challenge her for her crown. In SCW, however, it could be a different story for her. She knows about the competition that awaits her and she knows of the Bombshell championship. Like me, she aspires to be the champion here as well.

I understood her ambition and I'm all for it. It's going to be difficult, but it is manageable. I know about the kids and we have a plan set in motion for that - we will be spending time with them as much as possible as one of us gets booked for one week, while the other is granted the week off. Ariel and I have spoken about this condition to Mark Ward and Christain Underwood, who agree. They understand that our kids were really important to us and that they deserve to spend time with their mother and father.

So that's one of the many deals that Mark and I struck together, along with Ariel. As I said, she doesn't get left behind. She's my best friend, my lover, my confidant, my soul mate. Everything that I could ever want in a woman and so much more...

Arthur was crawling around, his eyes gleaming with excitement and wonder while Rose was playing with some toy blocks. She likes throwing them to the ground and then allows me to give it back to her, the process repeating time and again. It's a fun game that I enjoy with her and I don't mind playing it with her. I had to stop however, when my reverie about our current situation was cut short by a buzzing from my cell phone.

After giving the toy block back to Rose, I stood up and sauntered over to the kitchen table, where my cell phone continued to buzz. I picked it up and saw that a message came from Frost. Pressing a single button, the message opened up and I scanned its contents, muttering it loud enough for the camera mics to pick up.

Blood Omen Vs The Forgetton. This time, Kain, I will be there. We will win and we will get a rematch with Ace/Kevin at Hostile Takeover! Be prepared!

I gently set down the cell phone back on the kitchen, my eyes looking up, staring into space.

The Forgetton? Who exactly are they?

At first, I wasn't sure of the name, then it came back to me. They were a team that formed back in 2003 and have achieved great things for them from that point to now. I also realized that they are a team not to be taken lightly. Then again, I NEVER took any of my opponents lightly. It never mattered the situation that I was thrown in. All I knew was that I would give it more than 100% to succeed. If I lost, then I lost, but I would eventually come back and settle the score. If I won, I would move on to better things, discarding the past quickly as it came.

Of course, the past was always a bother to me. Like Goth, an inept worm that would wiggle his way into my life every now and then. Like Mark Ward, who put me through the test at London Brawling, a man that, every time I am forced to glance at him, makes me seethe with uncontrollable rage and anger, due to our history. Eventually, all scores must be settled. This new fight with the Forgetton will be one of those scores, born of a fresh rivalry that will conclude with victory in our minds and hearts.

Frost and I will see to that shortly, especially against the "new kids on the block."

I felt a short tug in my left leg and glanced down, seeing Arthur. He looked at me and I got the feeling that he wanted to be in my arms. I obliged his request, pulled him up with both hands, and held him near my chest as I walked back to Rose, who was playing around with another toy block.

As I sat down on the couch, watching over my children, I couldn't help but continously think of Ariel.

Would she be the same Ariel that I remember to be once she makes her debut in SCW?

Only time will tell...

* * *

My name is Kain. I am the TRUE King Of Kings. When I speak, you better listen very well!

I'm well aware of the fact that there's a lot on my plate. I still have a war to conclude with Goth and our last battle ended on an unsatisfactory note. I have a future score to settle with the likes of Synn, who ignited a fire within me, when he spoke trash and tried to make himself look bigger when he's an unworthy ant that needs to be crushed beneath my boot. I have also thrown myself in a web of drama and conflict when Ariel and I decided to join Team SCW in order to destroy Team Erik.

But I must set all that aside for the moment. Frost and I have regained our senses and will re-create the magic that made us powerful in the first place. We will take on The Forgotten and we will defeat them in glorious combat, thus allowing Blood Omen to move on and challenge the current PAPER champions, who are merely holding our titles, shining and polishing them up real good, so that they give them back to their rightful owners or suffer our indestructible might and power!

No, this is not a matter of overconfidence. This is a matter of a belief that cannot be destroyed so easily!

At first, I wasn't sure what to make of this new blood. I say "new blood", because they are a fresh team within the halls of the Sin City Wrestling organization. Then I had to listen to their words, consume myself in the language they spoke in, feel out their body language and the confidence that oozed out of them. I discovered that they are a team, longer than Frost and I have been, and have achieved numerous accomplishments, whereas Frost and I only gained the SCW Tag-Team championships for the first time. In this instance, I can see the advantage being given to them. Unlike Kevin and Ace, their team experience may give them the upper hand to win and to move on for a title shot at Hostile Takeover.

Sorry, but despite your experience and accomplishments, your dreams and your vision of what the future is to you both, The Forgotten, will not come to pass. Blood Omen isn't a team that's simply going to fade away at your whim or desire, nor will they be conquered easily by a team that believes, with every fiber of their being, that it is their destiny to surprise the tag-team division by storm and make it their own. That will not happen.

Why is that, you ask? I'm sure that's the question that's boggling your minds and I have to say, thank you for the lengthy dose of ammunition that you've provided. It has given me sufficent reason and logic to convince the two of you that neither of you are right for the tag-team championships right now.

Not just right now, but ever.

First off, respect is a serious matter at hand, especially for the likes of a monster like myself. I don't give respect for free; it is earned. Now, granted, we have not given you a reason to disrespect you at all and I don't intend to start that now, unless you decide to cross the line first. That being said, the only way you'll ever earn my respect is if you own up to the challenge, take the fight to us like men and not cowards, and earn it. Earn it with every punch, kick, move, and submission that you'll pull out of your arsenal. Do that and I may just tip my hat to the both of you and say "Yeah, The Forgotten has what it takes to be something of a major success around here."

But not today, not when there's a lot on the line. You tell me that you have more on the line than we do, that you have to dig deep and defeat us in every way possible. I believe you on the latter, not in the former. In fact, to correct you both, this is more than just a title shot on the line. It's about defining our tag-team career together, Frost and I. We were paired up randomly, I might add, and have successfully dominated the tag-team division and earned the tag-titles for our own keeping. Of course, things didn't go well in the long run, but that is neither here or now. The fact is, everyone's been put on notice, but they still want to prove it on a constant basis. And what exactly do they wish for us to prove?

It's very simple, gents. That we still possess the magic that made us awesome in the first place, that we have what it takes to be the best tag-team in the SCW. Ace Baldwin and Kevin Carter can talk up all the trash they want, but once Frost and I get our hands on them, their fates will be sealed and our tag-championships belts will be back around our waists. But they aren't the current enemy to be dealing with - YOU BOTH ARE. It must be a happy time for you to tell us that Kevin and Ace beat us for the championships, but that happiness will come to an end at Climax Control. You're going up against a team that ALWAYS places everything on the line. Blood Omen is no fluke. We are no joke and I believe you both understand and acknowledge this. My problem, however, is that you both believe that you are capable of beating us.

As great as your confidence is, it's going to be your downfall. I hear the words, I hear the language and I get the feeling; it's like watching The Odd Couple on TV, except one is a man that makes sense and the other acts like a foolish gangster with words translated into dumb slang. And that's the other issue I have; will those personalities be good enough to be recognized as tag-team champions? Will it be good enough to win everybody over? Oh I'm sure that it has done WONDERS for you both in the past. But the truth is, I get the feeling that it's nothing but a comedy act, but with a touch of seriousness.

Do me a favor and get over yourselves. This isn't the time or place to debate about how strong you are, how tough you are, how courageous you are. Truth is, I can FEEL THAT. You both are confident men, able to bear the brunt of our wrath and possibly endure the brutal physicality that awaits you at this upcoming Climax Control. But I don't believe that you have come across the likes of Frost and I. In a sense, we are like you both; two different men leading two different lives, both of us carrying two different beliefs. It's like being in a weird marriage in a music band, possessing different tastes and thinking of different visions of how we want to get there. Fact is, Frost and I have set aside our personal craves and hopes, because we focus on the one thing that has gotten us far to this point.

Business.

It's business that allowed us to be successful in the first place. Like I said, we harbor no ill will or hatred towards you. Not yet, anyway. But it's business that will allow us to walk through the fire, to face you both in the eyes, and to tell you both, through our words and actions, that The King Of Kings and the Mysterious Frost is a two-man wrecking crew whose power and speed is undeniable. You've seen the matches thus far, haven't you? I know you have, because you have, once again, acknowledged our current success. Therefore, know this; we will not stop until our goal is completed. We will not stop until the tag-team championships is around our waist again.

If we have to destroy you both to see this dream realized, so be it. I know that I have a lot going on in my life, but I'm prepared to place all those dangers, those risks, and the heavy burdens across my shoulders and walk a lonely path to do so, despite the love or hate I receive from people. It's a tremendous responsibility, I know, but I wouldn't have it any other way. Do I wish you both success in the future after our battle has concluded? Absolutely. As far as I'm concerned, you both have great potential in Sin City Wrestling. But as far as beating us?

Not a chance in hell, boys. Climax Control is going to be a proving ground for Frost and I. We desire the tag-team championships more than you both could possibly fathom. We desire to be on top of the world and we will not stop until our competition has been annihilated for good. I'm sure you don't believe me now and that's completely fine by me. In fact, I'll let my actions speak for itself, gentlemen. The King Of Kings is a man of dark reckoning and I'm going to do everything in my power to crush the heart and soul of The Forgotten and show the world why you deserve that name.

Not to be remembered, but to be completely forgotten from time and space. I only hope that you both are ready for the devastating consequences ahead, because what I'm about to unleash will not be a pretty sight for you both and for the entire world to see.

For I am Kain. The King Of Kings. And I...have spoken!

38
Climax Control Archives / One Last Time...
« on: March 29, 2013, 09:30:03 AM »
 The tag-team match didn't go the way I wanted to and I was not happy about the end result.

After the match ended, Ariel could see that I was unhappy and looked on as I destroyed my locker room in half. I couldn't believe it! After everything was said and done, those bastards were able to function as one and we didn't, thus our titles were cut short. Somewhere along the way, Frost and I slipped up and we cost the match. I was angry about it though; I worked VERY HARD to finally bring gold around my waist and to see it all end against a team that somehow got a shot without working hard for it pissed me off even more.

Ariel: Calm down, baby...

But I couldn't, smashing the mirror with my left hand, watching as the mirror shattered into pieces that dropped on the floor. I was THIS angry, because things simply did not work out. I walked over to a chair and sat down, looking down on the floor, breathing hard. Ariel sighed and picked up a few bandages, then kneeled in front of me and was unwrapping the tape I used to seal up my fists before battle as she spoke.

Ariel: I know that the loss was hard. It's hard on me too, baby, but you WILL get those titles back. That's a promise.

The words she spoke were true. One day, I intend on getting a rematch with those two assholes and I plan on getting my titles back, with Frost's help of course. You could say that Frost got the pin, which is true, but it doesn't matter who was pinned tonight, we both lost. Frost was just as upset about the loss as I was, but told me that we would get them back. I believed him.

That was my thoughts then.

Three days later, I flew back to Illinois to not only see my kids, who were growing up faster than before, but I also had a meeting to hash out with. That phone call that happened recently was from a certain book publisher that wanted my story to be told so that millions to readers can read it for themselves. I sat down with them and we spoke a great length. I told them that I would be writing it and that I didn't need a ghost writer to tell my story sufficently. After all, I was pretty good in English and did well before that tragedy happened in my life. In any case, I was really excited.

My story being heard all across the world? This is great, because it enabled me to tell my tale so that others can be inspired and perhaps follow my footsteps. But one thing is for sure; no matter how hard they, they can never attain the body or success that I've found in my life, for everything that I've done is VERY unique. Don't get me wrong, you'll find those in your way, but you'll never be able to get what I have, because I'm the only one on the planet that is capable enough of taking on anybody and looking like a winner, even if I did lose! I will ALWAYS come out stronger than before, ALWAYS return for another fight, because it's what I was born to do and I think people will be happy to discover what I have in store for them.

Ariel was waiting for me outside, as she didn't want me to be interrupted by anything. She was also there for the same reason as I was; the book publisher also wanted her story to be told as well. That was part of the deal that I made; Ariel doesn't get left out of anything. She's a success in her own way and she desires to be even more famous and earn more money possible. I'm not going to stop her from achieving her dream as well. She's the most beautiful woman on the planet and I can't help but look at her and go "Damn, Alex, you are one lucky man to have her!" She takes my breath away every time.

However, when I stepped outside of the executives's chambers and greeted her, she was grimicing.

Kain: What's going on? Why are you not happy?

She pulled me away from the people surrounding the office, from a secretary to people sitting down on chairs, waiting to speak with the top bosses of the book publisher, and lead me into a corner of the small room. She whispered in my ear and my face turned into a mask of rage. My eyes darted to the nearest wall, focused, as my brain concentrated on that single image of the opponent that they booked me for at this week's Climax Control.

My eyes focused back on hers.

Kain: After we are done seeing the kids here, I have to make a stop somewhere else in the States. Alone.

She didn't have to know where I was going, for she knew exactly where I was going. She took my hands and looked lovingly into my eyes.

Ariel: You know I don't say this for any man except for you and I'm aware I don't say it as much, but you know me. I'm a very independent, confident woman that wouldn't need a man in my life at all. But you are my man, my love, my everything. If anything happened to you, I'd be devastated. I love you so much, Alex. You are my heart and soul. Without you, my life isn't complete and I'm glad you're here with me.

She was starting to cry as she those last words and I held her close, trying to calm her down with true promises. If it wasn't for her, I would be a very different person than I am now. If it wasn't for her, I wouldn't have the strength to continue. If it wasn't for her saying yes and for giving life to our children, life would be a different, dark road for me to travel on my own. I still travel that different, dark road, but with her at my side.

Kain: I love you so much, baby. You mean the world to me and no one will take you away from me. Not even him. Don't worry, you'll never lose me. I'll be fine.

One of the executives stepped out of the room and called for Lisa. She wiped the tears away, gave me a passionate kiss, mouthed the words "I love you" before stepping away from me to greet the executive. She shook hands with the tall, dark-skinned man and stepped inside, the doors closing. I watched her go, sighed deeply, and walked out of the room and the building.

* * *

Fading in, we slowly start to see what appears to be a sign, but for the moment, it remains uncertain as to what the sign says completely. It takes a few minutes for the blur to complete its effect and we see everything in full view now, seeing it as plain as the sun that rises up in the sky. It’s a huge sign on a building. It’s a sign with a logo and three words embedded below – Asylum Wrestling Alliance. Although it is complete darkness from above, the sign is good enough to see. Suddenly, we hear a voice that’s deep, intense, and serious cutting through the darkness, destroying the stillness that was at work minutes before. We can’t see who the speaker is, just yet, but we all can fathom a guess as his voice roars like a lion, the severity of his words cutting like a sword through butter.

The King Of Kings now speaks. When he does, you better pay attention!

Asylum Wrestling Alliance. My home…or what I used to call my home at the time. It was the first time I stepped foot into the world of wrestling, determined to make a name for myself. I threw myself at the wolves that roamed that landscape, fully confident and knowing that whoever had the balls to either face me or bar my path to victory, I would destroy them without a second thought. It was here where I began work on improving the craft of this newfound profession. Eventually, I realized my dream of being the world heavyweight champion of the Asylum Wrestling Alliance. That was then. This is now. Looking back on it, I loathe it. I hate it. Why? Because of the man I must face one more time. The man that is responsible for my rise and downfall in the Asylum Wrestling Alliance

The next statement that escaped from this speaker’s mouth was icy, chilling to the bone.

Goth. You granted me my dream. Then you took that dream, stole it from me, and betrayed me. You left me to die in the cold. I’ll never forget that sin from you, Goth. However, for every action given is a consequence received and I intend to reward you with every action you gave me with the harshest of consequences in mind, Goth.

The camera starts to go down and cut back wide, at the same time, until we see a man standing below a streetlight, at the corner of a sidewalk. Across from where he’s standing is the headquarters of the Asylum Wrestling Alliance, his former home. The wind came and went ferociously, but the speaker ignores it, despite the wind being cold and chilly. You can’t see him, as he is wrapped in a brown cloak from head to toe, but he does remove the hood from his face and turns around slowly. The camera shifts to the left and pans in on his face, showing his eyes that are gleaming with icy rage, a face of seriousness taking over. There’s no hint of laughter or playful games here; this is nothing but serious business.

Kain: To be honest, Goth, I thought our rivalry ended after we clashed last time. I’ve already won both the minor battles and the major war that ensued since the day you kicked me out. I got my revenge, Goth, and I walked away. But no matter how many times I’ve successfully destroyed you and ripped you in half, you seem to come back, intent on wanting more. And that’s the reason why you’ve failed in some of your previous matches until you encountered Rage. Perhaps it your anger and hatred towards me that gave you the edge to annihilate him and move on towards me and I’ll give you that much, Goth. You are constantly tenacious in your quest to overthrow me and will never give up until the job is finished. But will that be enough, Goth? Will that be enough to make you a valid success over the likes of me? Anger can be a great strength, but it can also be a major weakness for anyone. I know this well. Why don’t you? Why don’t you understand it is your constant anger, your uncontrollable hatred, and your stupid, idiotic obsession that ultimately spells your downfall? Why are you even here at all? I mean, you don’t care for championships, glory, fame, along with pride, do you? No! All you give two shits about is causing blood to spill at your own expense, your insane mind constantly dwelling on inflicting suffering and pain for no good reason. Me? I’m like you in a way; I want to destroy my opponents and show them whose boss, but not driving myself to the point of insanity and suicide. No way in hell, Goth, will I EVER be like you!

He looks away now, folding his arms as he does so, thinking of the times he was involved in the Asylum Wrestling Alliance. For a moment, he smiled, because he reminds himself of the destruction and carnage he participated in against those certain opponents he fought. Win, lose, or draw, he learned from those fights and became stronger. Eventually, he was the top dog of the federation, with the title around his waist and he was determined never to lose it again. Then his smile turned into a deep, dark frown, as he reminds himself of that terrible day, when Goth took it all away from him and discarded him like trash. From that day forth, he vowed vengeance and would get it from him, no matter the cost. Shaking his head now, he looks back at the camera again.

Kain: In our line of work, Goth, you can’t be afraid of a single thing in the world. I was born to never be afraid, especially the likes of a coward like you, Goth. You see, Goth, I was hoping you would be the better man. I was hoping that maybe you’d grow a pair and just say “Well, you know, I tried kicking that Kain’s ass twice or three times now and no matter what I do, it never worked, so I might as well just give up and go for something else.” In other words, you should have accepted defeat and moved on with your life. Unfortunately, you can’t, Goth, and that’s a damn shame. How many times must we circle around this heated conflict forever? No more, Goth. No more! After this match, Goth, you won’t ever return to my life again. EVER!

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he spots a couple exiting a club nearby. Since they have their backs turned on him, they never saw him. Instead, they were focused on each other, the girl in a crying fit, trying to pour her feelings and emotions out. The boy, on the other hand, simply shakes his head, dismisses her complaints with a single wave, and returns to his car. The girl follows pursuit, cursing and yelling after him as they both enter the boy’s car. The boy now speaks back and the argument still continues on as they drive off and go around the nearest corner, never to be seen again that night. Shaking his head once more, Kain shifts his stare back to the camera.

Kain: You see that couple, Goth? You remind me of that girl. That girl is trying to stir up nothing but pointless drama and foolish words, as if everything she said to her man made absolute sense. But the boy did the right thing, Goth. He ignored it completely, for he knew it was complete bullshit until the girl caused him to yell back at her. That’s something I’ll never do, Goth. I look at it this way; once I settle the score with my opponent, on my own terms, I walk away and move on to the next challenge, the next fight. You, on the other hand, don’t. You obsess about the past, don’t you? You obsess about your past glories, how many brutal matches you’ve been in, how much pain and devastation you caused, don’t you? I know that you’ve been a champion in the past, in your own fed and elsewhere, Goth, but those days are over. You are nothing more but a pitiful excuse of a man that’s really a fragile, weak boy that hasn’t accomplish much of anything to brag or bring the spotlight on to you, if you get my drift. Meanwhile, Goth, the past is my past. I’ve made peace with it. You haven’t. I’ve moved on and became a tag-team champion and someday, I’ll reclaim those belts from the men that took it from us. In any case, this isn’t about our previous glories or history, Goth. In any case, you can’t let go. You can’t let it all go until you won over me. That will never happen, Goth, not in a million years. You should have done so, but…

Turning away from the streetlight and moving out of it, he motions the camera to follow him as he walks away from that sidewalk and travels north, his voice continuing to lure those watching, because they know that everything he says is both important and truthful. In fact, everything he says is reminiscent of a famous superstar’s pipebomb, except that he’s not being told what to say or how to say it. Unlike that superstar, he is his own master and he say what he wants, when he wants to say it, and how he wants to say it without any restrictions placed on him. And if anyone doesn’t like what he has to say, tough shit, because truth ultimately hurts.

Kain: But you didn’t. Instead of being a man and asking me for another confrontation face-to-face, you once played the role of a runaway brilliantly. You searched Mark Ward, one half of the co-owners Sin City Wrestling Alliance, and you begged for a match. You struck a deal with the devil, didn’t you? You told him that you would be a part of this team in exchange for this match. Thankfully, I’m not you again, Goth, because it’s one of the worst decisions you’ve ever made. What has Mark Ward or Sin City Wrestling ever done for you, Goth? You’re not the boss that everyone looks up to around here, Goth. You’re not a championship holder either. Fact is, you win some, you lose some, but in the end, everything you do is irreverent. In other words, Goth, your presence accomplishes nothing! And yet, you decided to ally yourself with a mean, cruel bastard like Mark Ward. In the end, you’ll receive no reward, Goth. You’d like to think that you gave yourself an advantage over me, because it’s a match where anything goes. But you don’t. You gave me the edge that I need to finally conquer you once and for all. I can get away with anything I want, Goth. I can smash you with a chair to your back countless times, possibly even paralyzing you for good. Or with a pair of brass knuckles, I can sit on top of your chest, take out all the breath in your lungs as I punch your face, watching with tremendous satisfaction as teeth fly out of your mouth, blood pours on the ground, black eyes appear, your cheeks swollen whole. Or I can hoist you above my shoulders and powerbomb through not just one, or two, or even three, but up to FIVE tables and that’s only when I climb up on a ladder, dragging your carcass with me to the top and then deliver the crushing blow. This match, Goth, is going to mark the end of your illustrious career. Why? Thanks to you, I can deploy an infinite number of possibilities upon your dark, horrible body and soul, and leave you crippled for life. That’s what I intend to do, Goth. I intend to end you and put you behind me. Don’t you DARE laugh at my words, because you know, damn well, that it’s true. You know damn well that I was the best thing to ever happen to the Asylum Wrestling Alliance and you took that away from me. YOU, Goth, are responsible for my downfall back then. Now, I’m going to repay the favor. It’s like this soda can…

He speaks those last words as he spies a soda machine next to a clothing store. He stands in front of it now, puts in a few quarters, and presses the top button. Seconds later, a Diet Coke is dropped to the bottom and Kain fishes his hand inside the machine and grabs it with his left hand. He opens the Diet Soda and takes a few steps back, looking at it as he speaks again.

Kain: At first, you don’t want to drink it, because the taste isn’t that great, but rather poisonous. It creeps into your body and you have to get adjusted to the taste, no matter how bad it gets. But the more you drink it, the less you have to worry about it afterwards.

He pours the contents onto the ground until there is nothing left. The camera blurs on Kain’s face while focusing solely on the can, which easily gets crushed by Kain’s hand. Then the camera blurs on the soda can and focuses on Kain, who smirks.

Kain: Then it’s just a matter of crushing it and throwing it away. It’s really that simple.

Kain finds a nearby trash barrel and tosses the can into it. He turns away from the soda machine and the clothing store, but takes a moment to face the camera.

Kain: If you think, however, that I’m underestimating you for one second, don’t. I know that you are a tough and dangerous opponent. You’ve given me hell previously, so I expect nothing less from you, especially when there are no rules to abide by. But you’ve had your chances now and each time we fought, you failed. You failed to conquer me, because of no other reason other than the fact that you couldn’t get the job done. Maybe it was the pressure and responsibility that you carry for your federation that’s bothering you or maybe it was something personal that had nothing to do with me and that issue(s) clouded your mind and judgment. Whatever it may be, I know one thing for sure; you hate me with the utmost intensity. Every time you see me, Goth, you can’t help but admire and be jealous of everything that I am and have accomplished.  You may have faced a thousand foes and wrecked them without a problem. But once you encountered me, that all changed for you, didn’t it, Goth? You are no longer the biggest badass around here or even at home, are you? I AM! These days, Goth, I’m nothing but a thorn at your side, something that you want to get rid of so desperately, but you can’t. Why? Because each time you try to kill that thorn, it ALWAYS grows back. That’s how tough I am, Goth, that’s how dangerous I am. You’d like to think of yourself as an unstoppable machine of power and can play the best mind games against ANYONE you face in the business. You’d be wrong, Goth. Dead wrong!

The King of Kings smirks once more, pulling off his brown cape and revealing the rest of his body for the entire world to see. Glancing at his watch, he realizes that it’s about 3 AM on a Thursday morning. He knows that Ariel is waiting back at his hotel room, eager to please him in bed. He smiles at the thought of her, at how amazing and supportive she’s become, never once leaving his side. If anything were to happen to her, however, he would be out for blood. No one touches Ariel in any manner and lives to tell about it. Wearing a red vest around his shoulders, his chest and eight-pack abs are exposed, muscular arms and chest again filled with various tattoos. Underneath was black khakis, supported by a brown belt around the loops of the khakis, black slacks covering his feet.  He gestures at his whole body and clearly there’s a point to his action.

Kain:  Your body is capable of great things, but my body, on the other hand, is a killing machine of indescribable strength and speed. They say that Rome wasn’t built in a day , Goth, and that’s certainly true here. Do you get now why I am feared, why I am respected? It’s because I didn’t waste my time sitting home, on a couch, wishing for things to come to me. Instead, I worked hard, all of my life, to reach this point, Goth, to undertake in battles like this. The only way to survival the crucial confrontation ahead, Goth, is to stay strong and be sharp on all fronts. It doesn’t matter what you try to throw at me now, whether it’s me losing the titles belts to a unworthy team or me losing to a guy like Rage, someone you’ve beaten already. None of that matters, because I’ll be settling the score with those peons someday. But this isn’t about them, Goth. This isn’t about championships or histories with boys like those either. This is about you and me, Goth, and the long, enriching history we’ve created for each other. That history, Goth, is going to end at Climax Control. You chose the time and place for this match and I’ve tried, so hard, to stay away from your filthy poison, your nagging arrogance, and your highest form of stupidity and insanity. I’ve had you beat and you force it upon me again, to decide our fates and to finish the fight between you and I once and for all. Very well, Goth, if death is what you truly seek from this world, then I’ll happily oblige and be responsible for your untimely demise. I want you to think, long and hard, about the choice you’ve made and the deal that you struck with Mark Ward after I’ve destroyed from inside and out, Goth. I want you to ask yourself if going through with this match was really worth it just to get your hands on me, Goth, or really nothing but a time-wasting effort, because you turned out to be the failure that everyone already knew about and couldn’t get the job done YET AGAIN? I know, Goth, that no matter how hard you try to eclipse me in any way possible, you will not succeed. I’ve gone past you, Goth, while you haven’t, so you are desperate for anything now. That’s a bad state to be in, because it’s going to cost you everything. Your life, your legacy, your reputation within here and back at your federation, Goth, all of it will be gone when I kick my foot into your face, when I break your legs and back, when I throw you into a table, when I smash your forehead with a chair. Remember now? The infinite possibilities you gave to me? You have that advantage too, Goth, so you may get lucky and erase me from the face of the planet, but I doubt it. You were never a man that I looked up or admired as a role model or leader. You certainly aren’t my friend either, but you are one of my most-hated enemies and I look forward, more than ever, to banishing you from Earth. That way, no one will ever have to be a part of your asylum ever again and no one will certainly have to hear the mindless ramblings of an insane man, for that matter!

The King Of Kings turns around and walks, this time saying nothing as the camera follows him like his own shadow. He wants people to digest these words, to understand that he means nothing but business, because Climax Control is a place and time for a grudge to be set aside and finished up so that Kain can move on to better things. Like aiming for the championship or having to deal with foes like Synn, the new tag-champs to reclaim those belts. But not Goth, a man who is past his prime and is now considered to be a fragile soul with some power left in him, but not enough to make Kain worry about him. After Climax Control, Kain will have gone on to greater things, while Goth will still be stuck in the past, too worried about Kain and unable to move on with his life. After walking down two sidewalks while still traveling north, he reaches his rental car. He stops in front of the driver’s door and is about to open it, but stops himself. The camera gets in front of him as he turns and nods.

Kain: At this point, Goth, I’ve said everything that needed to be said. I’m more focused on this match than any other match I’ve been involved with between you and me. I’m going to make that night a mixture of both pleasure and business, pleasure because I’m going to every moment of beating the shit out of you and then watching you suffocate, bleed, choke, and gag with each strike that I land, with each bone that I crush. I’m going to kill your confidence, mentally, emotionally, and physically, and I’m going to strip you of everything you were and are now. On the flip side, it’s going to be business, because I’m finally going to put you behind me. You gave me this opportunity, Goth, so I’ll be thankful to you JUST THIS ONCE. After Climax Control, Goth, there will be no excuses and definitely no rematches! There will be no deals to be made when it comes to me. You won’t even have an extra life to use, like how you could use one in a videogame to try again, because you’ll carry none. Nothing will ever be the same for you, Goth. You are going to perish from my life, feeling nothing but excruciating pain and suffering, unlike anything you’ve felt before. You know what my intentions are by this point, Goth, so you better be the man that you were once were. You better be the fighter that gave so many others a headache to deal with, the guy that won the Psycho Circus ages ago, the guy who held many championships and accomplished so much. If you aren’t, Goth, then that’s your problem. I am VERY confident in going into this match, knowing that I’ll have a hell of a chance on accomplishing my mission and winning the war. But I also know that I could lose, thus I’m aware of that possibility, so I’m ready for anything. But I won’t be losing, Goth, especially to a man like you. Not now, not ever! Goth, I have NO INTENTION of emerging in this match as a failure, but as a winner instead! Not just for one battle, Goth, but for the entire war that we spawned ever since we hated each other. I still remember Goth, the expression that you created when you first saw me, filled with unexpected surprise and I also remember how you ran away like the pathetic coward you are now. This time, Goth, I’m going to generate a lifetime of memories as I watch your face filled with horror as I take it all away from you, for the very last time. I’m going all-out, Goth. You’ve poked on this beast way too much and it’s now time for you to endure his wrath and suffer the consequences of your own pitiful actions. You’re not going to like it, I know, but I don’t give a damn anymore. I’ve had enough with you and I’m going to do whatever it takes to destroy the legacy and reputation that once made the man Goth and throw him away for good!

Turning away from the camera, he steps inside the car, snatches the keys out of his left pocket from his black khakis, he puts in the keys and twists it. Immediately, the car fires up at his touch, the sound of the engine roaring to life. He throws the brown cape to the back as it lands softly and then grips the wheel with both of his fists. His mind is thinking about Ariel again, but it’s mostly dwelling on the upcoming destruction that he’s about to unveil. Every fan, critic, and wrestling journal will be talking about this match for years. Forget the main event! Forget the tag-matches or the first couple of matches on the card! Fact is, this is the only match to watch, the match that’s one for the ages! After all, it does involve the TRUE King Of Kings and an opponent that is possibly worthy of him, but really isn’t. Shaking his head and smiling about the match now, he stops smiling and faces the camera, his glare icy and chilling.

Kain: You should have killed me that day, Goth, the day that you fired me. But all you did was make me stronger. I vowed revenge after you took everything away from me. I would find you in a neutral place for our score to be settled. It doesn’t matter how many times we’ve faced each other, because as you saw, I’m the man now. I’m the man that’s destined to do great things and will lead the Sin City Wrestling organization to new heights like never before, just like how I did when I was in the Asylum Wrestling Alliance. After I’m done beating the shit out of you, Goth, you’re going to do the following. You’re going to finally acknowledge me the true King Of Kings. You’re going to finally bow to me and accept me as your superior in every way fashionable! Next, you’re going to die by my hand and you will never been seen around me again. You’re going to crawl back to your pitiful excuse of a federation, tell EVERY ONE of them, including those who I have fought in the past, that I am much greater than they’ll ever be, that I was the rightful heavyweight champion of the Asylum wrestling Alliance, and that nothing over there could ever stop me. Not any of those rookies or veterans you got there and certainly not any of the legends, yourself included, old man. But more importantly, you old, senile fool, you’ll tell them that you are the greatest failure in wrestling history and they will label you as such, I PROMISE YOU! This match is personal, Goth, it means more to me than you’ll ever fathom. I intend on taking you out of the competition and out of my life. You should have stayed away from me, accepted defeat, and limp back home like the worthless weakling that you are. But you didn’t. You chose to pursue me, to the ends of this Earth, hoping that your obsession over me, your insanity, your power, and your speed would hope to stop me. But it won’t be enough, Goth, because your skill, strength, agility, and intelligence alone won’t be enough to man-handle a god, a demon, an immortal like me! I AM The King Of Kings, Goth, and my kingdom, as such, will forever thrive in the face of adversity! There are no more notes to be sent, no more chapters to be written, and certainly no more “good nights” to be carried out, Goth. You talk about movies, didn’t you, and you spoke of how it has a beginning, a middle, and end. The beginning, Goth, was a rivalry that was sparked since the day you fired me. The middle continued the tale of our hatred as we fought previously, win, lose, or draw. This is now the ending, Goth, the ending where I stab you, multiple times, killing you with each stab and leaving you lifeless, forever ending our saga and leaving you behind for good. You should have NEVER talked to Mark Ward about another match. But you did and in doing so, you just made yourself Mark Ward’s bitch with strings attached above you that can be pulled at any time. But don’t worry, I’m going to end your service soon and Mark Ward, Christian Underwood, and everyone else in SCW will find out, first hand, how horrible you are in this craft and how you will serve yourself to be useless as the rest of them.

He looks away from the camera, his eyes staring at the road. Then he chuckles briefly for a moment.

Kain: I would have wished you good night here, but instead? I’m going to wish you a final farewell at Climax Control. For I am Kain, The King Of Kings and I...have spoken!

He motions for the camera to get behind his vehicle and he watches the little toy travel to the back of the car, watching it happen from his side-view mirror. Then he touches the pedal of the car, swerves to his left a bit, and his car is seen driving down the road until it can no longer be seen. Then the camera is turned off for good.

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Climax Control Archives / Disappointed!
« on: March 15, 2013, 11:53:33 PM »
 For the past several weeks, I have been training extensively at my mansion while looking after my kids. Ariel wanted some time on her own and that was OK by me. Not like that we have fought or anything, but she wanted to spend time with her girlfriends from the underground circuit, even get some training done on her own. I understood that completely.

But it does make me wonder if she's aiming for a possible debut within here? I know that we've spoken of it awhile back, but it looks like she has the urge to fight again, but under legal circumstances this time. Truth is, I'm not going to stop her.

She is a woman and I have to respect her rights. Also, she's pretty intelligent to speak her mind out and do what she pleases. Fact is, I wouldn't mind seeing her square off against some of the women here in the SCW. But would Mark and Christain Underwood allow it?

Well, that may be a different story altogether. But for now, we'll cross that bridge when we get there.

Here in my mansion, I'm having with my kids, playing games and speaking to them in baby words. I can't help but smile widely as their eyes light up with joy as they look at me with smiles of their own. To me, being a father is the best feeling in the world and I wouldn't trade anything else for it. Ariel and my kids, Arthur and Rose, mean the world to me and should anything happen to them, I would be devastated. That would be an understatement, to say the least.

As I watch Arthur crawl around the floor of the living room, while Rose is playing with some toy blocks and throwing them around, giggling loudly, my cell phone buzzed. It didn't ring three or four times, so that means it wasn't a phone call. It only buzzed once, however, so that means it's a text message. I rose from the floor and sauntered over the living room table, snatching the cell phone up and reading the text.

It was from Frost. I scanned his words, from left to right.

The bosses, Mark Ward and Christain Underwood, have given us Ace Baldwin and Kevin Carter to fight for the titles at Climax Control. I'll see you in the ring, friend!

Ace Baldwin and Kevin Carter?

Is this the new team that Mark Ward has been praising so highly lately? If so, then I look forward to wiping that smirk off his face when Blood Omen takes on that gang and defeats them to retain the tag-title belts. I did, however, see their promos earlier and I am not impressed by the slightest. Is this the best that they can throw at us? Confident they can be all the want, but in the end, it's only doom that awaits them.

Just ask Casper The Friendly Ghost. Just ask Goth. Just ask The Young Lions. Hell, just ask Sinful Obsessions. All of them will tell you the same story. We won. They lost. The same outcome will be discovered when Frost and I combine our strength against Kevin and Ace, that's for damn sure.

Suddenly, my phone rang as I still held it. Pushing a single button on there, I held the phone close to my ear and turned around, still watching my kids play.

Kain: Speak.

* * *

My name is Kain. I am the King Of Kings and when I speak, you better listen!

Another main event, another fight to be settled, and to be honest, that’s fine with Blood Omen. I harbor no illusions about the dangers we face and the risks that we have to take in order to overcome all obstacles. Unfortunately, the teams that we’ve been pitted against look and sound dangerous, but have been utterly demolished before they even knew what hit them in the first place! That’s how it has been for a long while, ever since Frost and I were partnered up randomly and were tasked to deal with impossible odds against the likes of a team that were previously champions and against another team that had a chance in making history. Yet the outcome turned out to be exactly as I envisioned it; those paper champions were wiped off from the face of the earth, the other team left to crawl back to their dull homes and heal from the scars and wounds we inflicted upon them. From that point on, everyone in the Sin City Wrestling organization were not only put on notice, but were also given a warning that was necessary to heed; Blood Omen has risen from the ashes and all will be crushed if challenged for the tag-team championship belts that are currently around our waists now. Thus, a new team has been tasked to challenge the team into mortal combat, in the hopes of gaining the championships and creating a major upset for all the world to see. Unfortunately, for them, that won’t happen and after having to tirelessly watch them dabble on like insane cult members, I realized that they honestly have no hope in winning. Rather, because of the way they spoke of each other, what they have ultimately created is a conflict of interest, one that Frost and I will exploit and put to good use at this upcoming Climax Control.

Truth is, I can’t help but look at Ace and Kevin, try to comprehend their goals and their vision for what they want out of their match. Apparently, they crave for victory, but both of them have a different approach on how to obtain that victory. One man prefers to take on Frost and I head on, the other decides to act like his buddy’s best friend and back him up, no matter what his ally said previously. I guess that’s one thing that none of our opponents ever learned thus far; they have not acted like a team. You could argue, for your sake, that Frost and I aren’t exactly a team that has known each other for years and while that’s true, Frost and I just do things on the fly, without any kind of strategy devised before the conflict even begins! We know how to act as a cohesive unit and we both decided that we would work together to destroy the competition and continue to pave the way for success in the road ahead. And that’s why I can’t help but ask; why can’t either Kevin Carter or Ace Baldwin do the same as well? Are they that pathetic and low to think like that as they cross swords, telling each other and the world that one will be fine without the other, the other wanting to be with the one from start to finish? That’s no way to accomplish the task at hand, gentleman. You simply can’t say to yourselves “Well, I’ll do my way, go screw yourself and leave it to me!” or “But hey, we are best friends, we work together to overcome all obstacles! Why can’t you be on that mindset?” Either you shut your mouths, come into agreement as one, and face us like men or perish by our hands, due to the sole fact that neither of you could straighten up your act together. What a pity! I was hoping for a fresh challenge, against a team that knew how to handle the situation and make us work our asses off, but I now know that I’m going to be extremely disappointed by the new blood here. Talk about an easy win, if you ask me! I’m not being overconfident, because I know how extremely skilled and talented you both can be (when it ACTUALLY happens, which isn’t much really), but this is going to be a battle that will fought and easily won. Sure, you’ll beat us down as hard as you can, trash-talk us to death, call us cowards and losers and all that nonsense. But Frost and I aren’t so easily persuaded by inept, incapable foes like yourself. No matter what you can throw at us, boys, we will always rise to the occasion and you both will be forced to swallow the pill of defeat down your throats. Blood Omen, as far as I’m concerned, will once again shatter all expectations and deliver a crushing finale to these upstarts! At this point, I’m sure you wish to hear my thoughts on these new foes, right? So let’s get to the verbal bashing, because after seeing what they had to offer, I have a few things to say in retaliation!

Let’s begin with Amazing Ace Baldwin, shall we? You had LITTLE to say about me and most of it was completely laughable! You comparing me to Batman; is this a joke or some bullshit? Batman is, first and foremost, a fictional character that DOES NOT EXIST, but hey, you decided to drag his name into our newfound rivalry, so let’s talk about him, shall we? Batman’s parents died by the hands of a mugger named Joe Chill. My parents died in the crossfire of two gangs. Just because we were young and experienced tragedy doesn’t mean their deaths happened the same way! Then comes this fact that I trained as a fighter, as did he. Here’s my problem with that; yes, he and I share that common trait, but you see, while I’m just as smart and capable as he is, he went on to study various things to make himself a godlike human, capable of performing amazing feats that I could do as well, but he undertook that training for YEARS! I only settled on one thing, asshole, and that’s being the best fighter that I can possibly be! Do I look like a guy that went away for years, attended college, studied up on law enforcement and other arts while pursuing to be in the best shape and learn one-hundred and twenty-seven martial arts and eventually mastering them? Hell no! All I’ve dedicated myself to is learning as best as I can and focus what I do best, Ace Baldwin, and that’s kicking ass and taking names when the time comes! YOU will be no exception to the rule! To tell me that you are quite confident and that you won’t have a problem in taking me down is a HUGE lie. You keep convincing yourself of that, Ace. You keep telling yourself that no one can out-wrestle or out-perform you, because one of the biggest lies I’ve dealt with every time. True fighters, like me, not only say it, but back it up EACH AND EVERY TIME, win or lose. I’m not saying that I’m perfect, for I’ve had my fair share of losses, but the fact is, no one has yet to kill me and you know what? No one ever will. Try as you might to drive a knife into my body and hoping to see me perish in agony, yet I’ll just shrug it off like it was nothing and keep going! But back to Batman though, man, if he were a live person, I’ll even say this; unlike you, he could give me a run for my money in a real fight. I’d have a tough time against him, maybe even lose, but I doubt it would happen. Like Batman, like every person that I’ve faced and conquered in my entire life, Ace, I’ve always found a weakness in their style and taken advantage of it! Once again, you will be no exception at Climax Control. So go on ahead, Ace, delude yourself into believing that I am worth zero of your time, but you’ll come to regret those words. Every lie, every insult will come to haunt you as I break your bones and crush your face as I smash my foot down and make you bleed profusely. As of right now, kid, I’m the most dangerous fighter to ever exist. You cross paths with me, for all the wrong reasons, and you are asking for a beating that you’d wish you never got.

And that’s going to be hard for you accept, isn’t it? Clearly, you and Kevin don’t like each other, yet you both are forced to team up with each other. The sad thing is, despite that hatred, Ace, you vowed to back him up. As far as the eye can see, Ace, it’s a one-sided affair. Even if you set aside your personal grudge against him, he doesn’t give two shits about you. Hell, he doesn’t give two shits about anybody around here, it seems, except for himself. That makes him a selfish man, a man that is incapable of understanding the value of partnership or even teamwork for that matter. So even if you say that you’re the one that’s willing to lend a helping hand, just for the sake of the championships, but will he even cooperate? I doubt it. Now that I think of it, you want to throw in a Batman reference for kicks, I’ll throw one right back at you; Kevin Carter is Batman and YOU are Robin. Batman’s the type of guy that wants help from NO ONE, so even if Robin is able to be a good, effective partner when possible, Batman still doesn’t give a damn. He believes that he can work out everything on his own, depending on no one and while I admire Batman for being confident in everything he does, he can’t do everything alone. That’s why you and Kevin Carter are set up for failure in this match, Ace; neither of you are willing to aid the other in a time of need and desperation, especially when the stakes are that high. And that’s why Frost and I will indeed dominate Team BFF; we are confident and as one, we will get the job done. Best Friends Forever? What a crock of shit and I look forward to exposing that lie with brutal ferocity and unmatched skill that only I, Kain, The King Of Kings, along with Lucian Frost, can command at our fingertips. Face is, you worthless man; the tag-team championships are going nowhere and will be around our waists yet again. All because neither of you are willing to do what’s necessary to take us out and I see that being a common trend against both old and new adversaries; no one can do what’s right for the team and not for themselves. It’s a shame really, Ace. You had promise and it looks like you have the fire in your eyes to get somewhere, just not with Kevin and now, I’m not sure if you’ll find yourself in a better place on your own here within the SCW organization. Too bad, because it’s all about decimating what’s left of you and any hope for the future. Prepared to be annihilated, Ace, because your time will expire at Climax Control!

Kevin Carter, a man that is extremely overconfident and unaware of the immense danger that he’s been placed in. Your philosophy on this match is, at its core, highly unrealistic. If you think you can take on both Frost and I on by yourself, I dare you to try. Try as you might, however, you’ll fail at the job and that failure is something you’ll have to carry for the rest of your life. Me, on the other hand, I know that I speak that way too. I’m aware of the power that I possess, the confidence that I wield, and there are things in life that, no matter how prepared I am for, will somehow defeat me in the end. You, on the other hand, cannot defeat me so easily. You speak of yourself as one that is this indestructible machine that can mow down through everything and feel like a million dollars when victory is earned every time. But it doesn’t work out that way for punks like you, Kevin. Punks like you love to talk the biggest trash possible, think of yourselves as God’s gift to anything out there, yet when it comes time to show up and do it, you end up losing and chewing everything up from your foes and swallowing it harshly tenfold. It always happens, Kevin, when you face a guy like me. When you decide to talk the biggest game against someone who is far more experienced in the art of fighting than you are, the odds of winning against such a man is slim to none. To say that you cannot be outclassed or outperformed by anybody in today’s world is a huge lie in itself. It’s like hearing CM Punk saying that he’s the best in the world all the time, yet the difference between you and him? At least he was able to carry the biggest prize for four-hundred and thirty-four days, something that I have to see you accomplish here. I’m sure that you’ve achieved those kinds of feats in the past, but the truth is, Kevin Carter, I don’t care about your previous history with other feds or old rivals. All of it is meaningless and it means nothing to me, Kevin Carter, to hear men like you prattle on about their past, how they are the greatest, how they cannot be stopped. I only care about the present, the here and now, because that’s where everything starts and ends for me. Future scores, both old and new, will be settled and each time that happens, Kevin, I’ll be the one picking up the victory. Why? Because I’ve earned it, through all the blood, sweat, and tears that I can offer. Going against a man like me in the hopes of winning is literally impossible, Kevin. Nothing that I say or do to you will convince you otherwise until you encountered such a presence in the ring. To tell me that I have faced no one like you is laughable at best, Kevin. I mean, I can’t count numerous times on old and new foes dropping me those lines, as if it matters in here. You know the kind of lines I speak of, right? About how they are going to kick my ass, about how they are going to shove my teeth down my throat, about how badass and powerful they are, and so forth? I say all those same things too, Kevin, don’t get me wrong, but what makes me stand out, from the rest of the pack, is that my actions back it all up. Win, lose, or draw, Kevin, my opponents get the message. They literally tremble when my name is mentioned from either them or someone near them, for as my image is conjured up within their minds, they’ll remember the brutality, the devastation that I delivered. Why don’t you ask Mark Ward, the boss of SCW, the man that you argued about this match? Go to him and ask him how I gave him the beating of his life, how I proved to him that I was a capable, mean son of a bitch that’s willing to do ANYTHING to see the matter through. It doesn’t matter if they like me or not, Kevin, all of them respect me in the end. I EARN that respect, becoming more of a man that they’ll ever be in their eyes. You, Kevin Carter, will learn to fear me and respect me. You will learn to bow to me, acknowledge ME as your superior in this world, and you will know your place. Believe me, kid, you still have a long way to go before you’ll become something as grand or magnificent as Kain, The King Of Kings, is!

Of course, now knowing how you function, you’ll laugh it off. Go right ahead, Kevin Carter, and do just that. But know this; many opponents have tried that same tactic. They’ve attempted to brush off everything I say, call me a weakling and someone that will be crushed by them. But once they step into that ring with me, everything changes.  To tell me, along with Frost, that we aren’t bright and that we have undeserved egos is downright pathetic. If we aren’t that bright, then how come we’ve stayed on this long as tag-team champions, Kevin Carter? If we have such undeserving egos, then why is it that we set our egos aside to shake hands with the Young Lions, who deserved a rematch, got that match, and were once again defeated by the likes of Blood Omen? Everything you say and do is questionable, Kevin Carter. You don’t need to tell me that I should bring my best, because it’s unnecessary. Haven’t you been doing your homework and studying us? At least the Young Lions were somewhat intelligent to do so, except they only studied Frost and not me, which was a huge mistake on their part. They chose not to take this match seriously and it cost them a major opportunity. I can see that you want everything to happen in your favor, but again, will it be enough? Don’t kid yourself, fool, because it won’t be. Frost and I will be delivering the goods at Climax Control, so it doesn’t matter who you chose to try demolishing first. Either way, we will put up a fight unlike anything you’ve ever encountered before, Kevin Carter. We are hurricanes that are hell bent on destroying the landscape with our winds and power. We are earthquakes that shatter the floor and divide lands in two. We are a unstoppable team, a powerful force to be reckoned with, Kevin Carter. You can chose to stand alone and face us all you want, but once Frost and I combine our strength to the max and annihilate you in return, you’re pretty much done for. So I want you to ask yourself, once we emerge victorious and when you gain this permanent loss forever; why did you go about this course of action? Should you have really set aside your huge, annoying ego and allowed yourself to work with Ace Baldwin to win the championships? By the time you realize the truth, Kevin Carter, it will already be over for you. Frost and I will continue to push the boundaries of the tag-team landscape, leaving you and Ace Baldwin behind in favor of a better world for ourselves. With the way you carry yourself, with the way you talk yourself, you’ll never get far in life, because you are simply overconfident and blind to the truth that is staring directly at your face until it is given to you in the hardest way possible. Want me to reveal that truth to you? It’s very simple; there are men that can and will out-perform and out-class you in every way possible. There are men who have encountered a man like yourself, full of pride and boasting, only for it all to be taken away when it’s all said and down, crashing down on you like a wave. You refuse to believe me and you know what? That’s fine by me. The only way for you to learn the truth, along with everything else, is by taking the battle to you and to your “partner”, Ace Baldwin, at Climax Control. There, both Frost and I will once again triumph against all odds and showcase our abilities together, AS A TEAM. Like Batman and Robin, one will want to do things his own, the other will want to work together and won’t see that happen. Climax Control will most certainly be a frightening day for you, Kevin Carter, because you have finally crossed paths with two men that will spell disaster for you and your future for the very first time in your life. I hope that you are ready to accept it!

If I were you both, I would suggest that you both play nice with each other and work together, because if you don’t, then team BFF is in serious trouble. Like I said before, I’m not disillusioned by what I see here. Both of you will give Frost and I everything you got. Both of you will try to work SO HARD to see things your way against us. But in the end, it will all be for nothing. It will be Blood Omen that secure the championships for their own good. It will be Blood Omen that once again show how it is done. Even if Frost and I don’t communicate on a daily basis, we show up for work and we put aside personal dealings or feelings to get the job done. The way we both see it, Ace and Kevin, what we do against you is simply business. Business must be handled with deadly precision and constant surprise and both Frost and I can manage to dish both out in spades. If you don’t get the gist by now, it’s really that simple; Blood Omen will ONCE AGAIN be the tag-team championships after the main event has concluded. After this, Kevin and Ace, you may as well go back to the drawing board and come up with a new plan. The one that you both created now will simply be a waste of time on everyone’s time, including ourselves. We will see through your plan, your moves, your counters. We will rise up from every attack and unleash our fury double the damage on what you’ve given us at Climax Control. And we will win! That’s the important part, folks; we will earn a win under our belts, allowing our confidence and skill to increase yet again. I will have to thank you both for that when it is all said and done. I wish I could say it’s been a pleasure dealing with fresh meat, but I can’t, because in the end, it’s all going to be simple and WAY TOO EASY, for the prize will be ours for the taking!

For I am Kain. I am The King Of Kings and I…have spoken!

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Supercard Archives / Nightmare
« on: March 01, 2013, 11:26:14 PM »
 For the first time in months, a nightmare blazed to life while I was asleep.

I stood in the ring, at Blaze Of Glory II, reenacinting the glory days of my MMA fights, kicking ass and taking names. Suddenly, it's The Young Lions that are beating me down and I look to my corner and try to reach my hand out to Frost.

But he's nowhere to be found.

The Young Lions drag me back, pick me up and deliver their finishing move, my body slammed harshly into the mat. I laid still, unmoving, as the Young Lions decide on who's going to pin me. Suddenly, Goth attacks out of nowhere, clobbering the two men with a weapon that was hidden inside his trunks. He knocks them both out with iron knuckles and tosses the weapons away, then getting hooking my leg for the cover. The referee slams the mat, with his hand, three times, and offcially announces Goth and Casper Grey as the winners of the championship match.

Goth kneels on the ground, on my right side, clutches my throat with his left hand and turns my face towards his, forcing me to look at him in the eyes. Holding the title with his right hand, he smiles widely and laughs loud, the kind of evil laugh that is sinister and foreboding, the kind of laugh that you never want to hear at all. Then he stands up and kicks my face, knocking me out completely.

That's when I screamed and rose from my bed, back in Detroit, Illinois. I woke up sweating profusely, breathing heavily, my heart pounding. Instantly, Ariel, the love of my life, was awake and holding me close, comforting me with promises that were true, trying to get myself back into who and what I am today. I heard her words briefly, but I couldn't help but think of the nightmare that I just had.

Would everything that I've worked for be taken away from me forever?

Would The Young Lions and Goth finally succeed in dethroning Blood Omen from the top of their throne?

I couldn't help but ponder those questions. My wife kissed me on the lips and told me to try and sleep. I nodded to her, but told her that I needed to make a phone call.

Ariel: Frost?

I nodded, kissed her back, and told her that I would be fine. She smiled and lied back down, returning to her sleep. Gathering a red robe around me, I left our room and checked up on our kids, seeing how they were doing. They were growing up too fast and I've tried to sneak in every possible moment with them when I'm home. As they grow older, would they be proud of their father and everything that he's accomplished so far? Would they be happy, knowing that he's a billionaire that could get them into the best schools possible by taking on both illegial and legal fights? Someday, I hope they would be content with the truth. At least that...

Stepping into the living room, I grabbed the phone and dialed a number. The line, on the other side, rang four times, then directed me to an automated voice telling me to drop a voicemail. Once the tone beeped, I spoke.

Kain: Frost. I don't know where you are and what you have been up to. You've been silent and now, more than ever, I need you. Please tell me what's going on. I hope you can make it to Blaze Of Glory II and defend everything that's Blood Omen. Give me a call back, as soon as you can.

I turned off my phone and walked to the large window, taking a long look at the dark sky. It was three A.M. in the morning, thunder and lightning booming from the heavens. Thinking of the nightmare and of the match ahead of me, my mind was occupied for questions, attempting to unearth answers that were forever dancing with the rain.

* * * *

My name is Kain. I am the King Of Kings. It is now my time to speak and for all of you to listen!

So I'm bothered. I'm bothered by the fact that my tag-team partner, Frost, has yet to show up and aid me in the fight ahead. I'm bothered that there's a great possibility that the tag-team championship belts will finally be taken by a lesser team that doesn't deserve it at all. The odds, I have to say, are pretty much stacked against the likes of me. While Goth's partner, Casper The Friendly Ghost, has yet to make a single appearance, Goth has been carrying his load of the work in order to give their team a slight chance in winning. However, it will prove to be a futile effect in the end. On the other hand, The Young Lions have showed up. They have come on the air, twice now, and have delivered their message for the entire world to see. For the first time, I could see my time as a tag-team champion in dire straits, where the championships could finally change hands at Blaze Of Glory II. Well, I'm going to crash the party with a newsflash; the titles that Frost and I proudly display around our waist are going NOWHERE! If this means that I am forced to stand alone, to endure the wrath that's about to be bestowed upon me, then so be it. At this time and place, I WILL NOT lose the belts anytime soon. So it is now up to me, the great Kain, the almighty King Of Kings, to step onto the battling plate, wait for their pitch to be thrown, then demonstrate the best grand-slam that will be seen only once in a lifetime! What will it take form me to get the job done though? It will take every ounce of my incredible skill, amazing chrisima, and all the blood, sweat, and tears that I can afford at this moment in time. If Frost is able to lend a hand when needed, it shall be greatly appreciated, for every moment counts. But I don't intend to lose, boys. I don't intend to walk away empty-handed and even if I did, I'm going to have to KILL to see you perish without the title belts, which means none of you will be competiting after Blaze Of Glory II, tag-belts or no tag-belts! Do you understand me? Blood Omen WILL overcome all obstacles and Blood Omen WILL save the day once again! Now I know that many of you are itching to know of my thoughts on what has transpired from these men. Today, you shall have the all the answers you desire and after that? You four will have to enter the ring, face the music, get the worst beating of your lives, delivered by yours truly, then suffer a horrible fate! It's all up to you; either walk away now or suffer the consequences! It's that simple!

Max Burke! Are you kidding me? Is that the best that you can throw at me and Frost? See, you may be smart to study your opponents in advance, but do you believe that's what Frost will be doing at Blaze Of Glory II? Do you think that the match that you saw, in ACW, will be a repeat? I'm not talking about just the victory, because that's certainly going to repeat itself at Blaze Of Glory II, you got that part down right! But if you think that Frost is going to remain a creature of predictable habit, if he decides to show, then you are sorely mistaken. Knowing Frost by well now, he's NOTHING like you've ever faced in your entire career. You should know this by now; Frost works well within the ring and uses it to his own advantage and when you think he's done it all, he brings out a few, clever moves and a few tricks that you've never seen before, Max. Those kinds of moves and tricks that he performs, Max, are the kinds that completely stun you from nowhere. You better keep your eyes wide open, because Frost is going at you with full speed, throwing everything you got, and by the time he's done with you, you won't have a SINGLE CLUE as to what the hell happened to you! Hell, it's even more laughable that you decided to tell me how our entire match is already mapped out in advance! Are you nuts? If that was such the case, then why couldn't you get the job done? I've seen out you phony jackasses act inside the ring. Very predictable, very boring, and nothing special to write to your dog about, kid. You are absolutely nothing great, Max, and you never will be in this lifetime. That's the truth, Max, and if you don't like it, tough shit. Winners survive in a dangerous jungle like the Sin City Wrestling organization, Max, and you are merely a sore loser that's about to have their bones chewed up and spewed out by hungry wolves that are primed and focused on their kill, or kills, as the case may be! I can't help but shake my head at the fools who decided the Young Lions would be a good idea to be involved in this matchup; you and your partner will finally discover the meaning of pain and suffering as only I know it to be! Not Goth, forget that stupid bastard, I'm talking about ME! I'm talking about Frost, who makes up one-half of Blood Omen, the team that will kick your asses from pillar to post and walk away with the tag-team championships around our waist yet again! You don't believe me? Then come into my world, one more time, and discover the truth at Blaze Of Glory II! Count on it, boy! And speaking of partners...

Trevor Irons. The man of a thousand lies and a thousand insults, all of them untrue and pathetic! I find it disheartening that you are paired up with a mindless boy like Max Burke, who really has done nothing incredible to show off this power that you speak of in regards to The Young Lions. Has anyone else been impressed by your tag-team efforts lately? Hell, you have the gall to tell me that you and your partner put time into your tag-team, hours and hours on bonding with each other, acting like you know each other for years. If you think you are men that's ready to handle anything, then why is it that your previous efforts have failed against us? I was sincerely hoping for an answer to that question and instead, you chose to be a coward and create more excuses, as if you said everything already. But clearly you haven't, Trevor, whereas I have! I have spoken the truth more times than you could count and I'll throw another fact in your face; your whole act as the Young Lions is embarrasing! Do you honestly think that the wrestling audiences see any kind of attraction towards you? Do you honestly think that anyone is going to take you remotely serious should you miraculously come out on top and win the SCW tag-team championships? I don't know what kind of deluded world you chose to live in, Trevor, but it's a landscape I am SO GLAD that I am not a part of! Hell, son, it makes me laugh to hear you say "Well, I'm glad that Kain is good at fighting solo, but he certainly cannot take on the likes of two people." Son, do you even know whom you are speaking to? I've been in multiple battles that I've been involved in, dealing with more than one opponent in front of my face, all in different circumstances and situations. It wasn't easy, Trevor, but I somehow managed to conquer them all without much trouble. It's all about getting them in the right moment, when they feel really cocky and overconfident, then I strike at the perfect time! That's how I work, Trevor, and if you don't believe me, I dare you to hire the biggest army in the world and have them thrown my way! Let them all comes towards me! You know what the end result will be, Trevor? Of course, with me standing and all of them crippled and bloodied on the bloody battlefield! Truth is, I'm glad you can't help but be pissed at me and for good reason; I got the best of you in the past. More than anger though, Trevor, you and your boy are simply jealous. Jealous of everything that I've accomplished up to this point in my career! As for me? It's going to be nothing but a joy and pleasure in taking you and your friend out of the picture for good! Frost and I need fresh competition and the Young Lions are no longer capable of providing good entertainment for the both of us! I hope you are ready to face the inviteable, to be crushed by our hands, as Frost and I will show no mercy towards you both. Blaze Of Glory II is going to be a monumental victory for Blood Omen, whereas The Young Lions will be tamed and put to sleep forever!

Goth. The man who I consider to be not just a bothersome fly, but one of the worst opponents I've ever had to step into the ring with. You throw me names and act like I'm supposed to know them inside out. Here's some bad news for you to digest; I don't know either man, nor have I spoken with them personally. I do know this though...Metamania and Darius O'Hara? One legend and one failure. Last I checked, it wasn't his injuries that sent Metamania home; he retired because he desired a family and wanted to spend time with them. Last I checked, he's one-hundred percent and is still known to be one of the all-time greats, even made it to the GWA and AWA Hall-Of-Fame, if I remember correctly. As for Darius? He's nothing but a man with no ambition or goal that drives him and last I hear, he really hasn't moved on with his life. But enough about Metamania, enough about Darius O'Hara. This is about you and me, a tale that needs a permanent conclusion. You see, Goth, I know all about movies. I know about how they start, how the middle continues on with the story, and how the story ends. I know that movies can be unpredictable and even throw in a few twists or two to shock us in our seats. As I see it, you'd like to think that you, the savior of everything wrestling, is going to unfurl an ending that would even surprise me. But how is that possible, Goth? How is it possible that you could throw me a curveball and expect me to miss it completely when I can surprise you, in retaliation, with a bunt that sends you running to the ball, only for it to be too late to send me out of the game? How is it possible that you could somehow surprise me with a weapon, like a gun, and shoot my head off when I know what's coming already? After everything that I've been through with you, Goth, you still aren't capable to see what I have in store for you. You can write the movie-book ending all you want and pray for it to happen, even. But it won't come true. Not at all and there's multiple reasons for that Goth...

I mean, take a look at what's missing; your silent partner, Casper Grey, the man who was chosen to aid you in your time of crisis. So exactly where is he, Goth? Doesn't that bother you a lot, Goth? Or do you think that you could get the job done on your own? Wait, don't answer that, because I already know the answer. Your career has been punishing, Goth, and I've seen you fight. You are exactly correct in your own analysis; you enjoy inflicting pain on others, but that's all you desire in this world. Not my championship gold, not the glory or accolades that come along with this wonderful profession of ours, but just to rape us with blood, misery, and sorrow. But that alone won't be enough, Goth, at least for you. You need Casper Grey in your corner, to make sure that things do go your way, but he's been as silent as a mouse, more than likely skittering around in fear, unsure of what's going to happen until he arrives at the pay-per-view. Like you, he's going to be unsteady, unfocused, unsure of how to act when the moment arrives. You try to show me, show the entire world, that you are ready for this match, that you can handle it all ony our own, that you can take me out at an instant and leave me for dead. I, for one, refuse to believe it, Goth. I refuse to believe it because your pitiful actions, as of late, have shown me a different tale that's more believeable at this time. Very well, Goth. If you wish to see this movie at an end, then so be it. I'm more than ready to deliver the death blow that's been knocking at your door since the beginning of time, Goth. When I'm finished with you, no one will bow to you. Motorhead will not utter that name in your presence every time you walk out to the arenas and no one in the Asylum Wrestling Alliance will ever believe Goth to be a winner ever again. A sad, sorry leader that didn't get the job when he promised it and I look forward to seeing that realized, Goth. I look forward to shutting you up, once and for all, taking the King Of Kings name, placing it upon my mantle, and show the entire world that The King Of Kings is forever. He's here to stay, with the gold around his waist after Blaze Of Glory II. I don't care if you wish me a good sleep, because I don't need it. I'm refreshed and ready for the inviteable outcome, with or without Frost's aid. You can laugh at me, taunt me, beat me down with cruelity, and imagine thousand of scenarios where you'll always end up the victor. In the end, though, it will all be for nothing, Goth. Actions speak louder than words. Shouldn't you know that by now? I'll gladly teach you that lesson, one final time, before I send you to hell for all eternity.

And with that, I've said what's needed to be said. What's now important is the battle ahead. I am not a man that lives unrealistically, for I know that two teams will come charging into the ring, each of them determined to take everything away from me. Make no mistake about it; if I'm the only man that must represent Blood Omen to the fullest, then so be it. I have no regrets and my mind, body, and soul will be focused in the moment. Place yourself in a zen-like state-of-mind, write an Oscar-worthy performance, stay in airports or even torture a girl all you want; none of it will help you when you enter my world. I plan on destroying what's left of you, your legacies, your accomplishments, and everything else that belongs to you. I plan on taking it all away, stripping away your souls and leaving you dead, rotting under the sun, the vultures landing on your corpses and begin to eat what's left of your body. The SCW tag-team championships are on the line and I'm not afraid of a single man or woman in this organization. I'm willing to put everything on the line in order to demonstrate my prowess, my experience, and the fear that I instill to all that dare to cross my path. If Frost is able to make it into the arena on time, then that's fine. But if not, the spotlight is on me an I intend to make EVERY moment of it count, boys. So feel free to beat me down, place that "strength-in-numbers" emphasis on me. But no what you do, all of your efforts will be in vain, for I will rise up, deliver the punishment back tenfold, and leave you brutally scarred for the rest of your life. Blood Omen will walk in AS the SCW Tag-Team champions and they will walk out AS the SCW tag-team champions, annihilating any chance of Goth/Casper and Young Lions  winning the belts for themselves. So you either give me everything you got or prepare to face the consequences of your poor choices and perish by my hand.

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

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